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(SIREN WAILS)

High-voltage cables.
Yeah.

Hey.
Hi.

What have we got?
This is Jason.

23-year-old passenger

who was thrown from the vehicle
after receiving an electric shock.

Possible head and neck injuries
sustained in the fall.

Any sign of consciousness?
No. Not since we've been here.

Burns to the hand and chest.

Could indicate cardiac damage.
Do we know what happened?

The driver reckons he was thrown
trying to get out of the truck.

He must have clipped the cable
when he opened the door.

What's the driver's status?

He's complaining
of tightness in his chest.

We've told him to stay in the truck.
His name's Terry.

We need to get these cables
under control as soon as we can.

Anyone been onto
the electricity company?

I called them
but they couldn't give us an ETA.

Are you gonna be alright here?
Yeah.

OK. I'll be back.

(SPARKS HISS)

Terry, hi. My name is Mike.

I'm from the Medical Response Unit.
Is Jason OK?

He's being taken care of.
Tell me about your chest pain.

It's not too bad.

Have you had an electric shock
at all?

No. I told Jase to get out
to see what we hit.

The one time the little bastard
did what he was told.

It was like an explosion hit him,
the way he flew back.

I want you to stay there.
Don't move.

And don't touch anything
until we get to you, alright?

I wasn't planning to.

Just make sure
they look after my mate.

Sure.
(BREATHES DEEPLY)

Dr Campion, I've got a patient
that I need...

Give him to Rossi. Rossi?

Right this way.

Are you sure you don't want me
to get you a wheelchair?

Nah. I made it this far.

MIKE: (OVER RADIO)
MRU 4 to Emergency.

What, Vlasek?

We'll be bringing in
a 23-year-old male.

Unconscious and
suffering from burns.

He was thrown from a truck
after he got an electric shock.

Yeah, yeah. Electric shock. Got it.

Just making sure
Resus is on stand-by.

Alright?
Yep.

It's one patient.
I'm sure we can cope.

Life treating you well today, eh?
Rack off, Vlasek.

What are you gawping at?
You heard the man. Prep Resus.

Yes, sir!

ROSSI: When did you first notice it?

Maybe a week ago.

A week?

Yeah.

Just looked like a scab at first
but now...

Should I have come in sooner?

Yeah, it might have been
a good idea.

Heart rate is 80.
BP is 128 over 70.

OK, I've been meaning
to exercise some more.

That's normal, Cameron.
Yeah, I knew that.

(CHUCKLES)

But he is slightly febrile. 37.3.

Do you smoke or drink?

Drink? Of course.

But I've been a student for
eight years. Can't afford to smoke.

Are you diabetic?
No.

But I felt like I've been in a
diabetic coma in my arts lectures.

(CHUCKLES)
OK, I'd still like to do a BSL.

And let's get full bloods,
FBC, EUC, coags and cultures.

Not needles! I just thought you'd
give me antibiotics and send me home.

You know, so you could have the bed.

I will - as soon as I know
it's not something more serious.

Great.

I had to get
the conscientious doctor.

(SPARKS HISS)

Is your chest pain getting worse?
(BREATHES HEAVILY)

I forgot to take my blasted pills!

Are you taking angina medication?

I keep them in the glove box.
I can reach 'em.

Don't! Don't.
Don't touch anything metal.

The whole truck's still electrified.
Oh, shit!

BREE: He's having a seizure.

5mg of diazepam.
Yeah. Got it.

Is it from the electric shock?

Or a bleed on the brain.
Either way, we need to move him now.

What the hell's going on?

I'll be right back.

He's having a seizure, Terry.

It's not uncommon
with these kind of injuries.

If he dies,
I'll never forgive myself.

Trust me - he's got
the best people working on him.

(GRUNTS)

Try and take some deep breaths.
See if the pain subsides.

It could be just an anxiety attack.

(GRUNTS)
Good man.

Heart rate's stabilised.
OK, let's get him moving.

Will you be OK on your own?
Yeah. Go, go.

Thanks, boys. You're wonderful.

Ooh, so strong!
(CHUCKLES)

Now, if I was just
10 years younger...

(LAUGHS)
..who knows?

Maggie, this is Dr Beaumont.
Hello, Maggie.

What's brought you to us today?

I'm having trouble breathing
and I'm itchy all over.

I'm gonna break out in a rash
any minute, I know it.

How long's this been going on?
Oh, er...years.

So, it's an ongoing condition?

I don't know what it is.
No-one can tell me.

This latest episode hit

when my neighbour
had his apartment sprayed for bugs.

Right.
So the chemicals set you off.

You bet!

It could be an allergic reaction.
(BREATHES HEAVILY)

And is it just pesticides or...?

Oh, no, it's car fumes and paint

and cleaning products

and alcohol and coffee - my two
favourite things in the world.

And you reckon
I go round looking like this

if make-up wasn't the worst offender?

Alright, well,
let's just pop this mask on.

We'll run a few tests and see if we
can't get to the bottom of this.

In the meantime,
you just try and relax.

I'll relax when you can tell me
what's wrong with me.

Well, you just keep that mask on
and we will be right back.

(MUTTERS) For someone
with breathing difficulties,

she doesn't have
any trouble talking.

(SIREN WAILS)

Hey, where's Jo today?

Completing her water rescue course.

Sounds like a bit of fun. Maybe I
should become a specialist paramedic.

You've been thinking about it?

Not really
but I like the sound of it.

Specialist paramedic.

Hey! (GRUNTS)
He's having another seizure.

Here. 5mg diazepam...going in.

Could you give up all this?

Jason Barnes. 23 years old.

Received an electric shock
from a high-voltage cable.

He's hypertensive and tachycardic
with possible head and neck injuries

as a result of being
thrown from a truck.

STEVE: Two seizures, one en route.

We've given him 10mg diazepam
and 5mg morphine.

Hand to hand pathway
across the chest.

Suggests cardiac damage.

That was Mike's assessment as well.
Really?

BART: Alright. On my count.

One, two, three.

Right, I want a full set of bloods.

Get an IDC inserted
and a urinalysis.

We'll do an ECG first.
Start him on Lasix.

We need a head CT,
full spinal series.

OK.

Want me to call Radiology?

I think I can manage a phone call.

Fine.

We've got to get moving anyway.
Ready to travel?

Yeah, I'm good to go.
Good luck, guys.

Thanks. We are gonna need it.

(MACHINE BEEPS STEADILY)

Bloods are ready to go

and his BSL was 7.4.

That's getting up there, isn't it?

It's OK. I'd still like to do
a fasting plasma-glucose test.

Fasting? For how long?

Eight hours, I'm afraid.

It will give us some time
to run all the tests.

Makes me wish I was in a lecture.

(CHUCKLES)
Can you do a swab for me?

Sure.

Oh, I'll take those.

Just call me if you need me, hey?
OK.

You know, if you're missing
any lectures at uni,

we can get you
a medical certificate.

Um, I'm actually
not enrolled this semester.

Hmm?

I mean, I should be

but I spent the money on a trip
to visit my old flatmate, Sally.

Romantic visit?

Well, sort of.

She used to be my best friend.

It wasn't until she was gone

that I realised I wanted us
to be something more.

So I thought I'd tell her that.

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS) Oh, that's gross.

It's just a bit of pus.

Adam!
I think I'm gonna spew.

Adam.
(RETCHES)

Here, here.

OK.

We're not dealing with
your garden variety infection here.

You think?

Is this your first admission?

(CHUCKLES)

No, I'm what you girls call
a 'frequent flyer'.

I'm sorry. I don't recognise you.

Oh, not here. Over at Saint Angela's.

Right.

Well, I'll call them
and get your records sent over.

Your oxygen sats
have improved and...

..no rash.

I'm heading for a big one, I know it.

Your previous admissions,
have they been for the same thing?

Yeah. Er, p-pretty much.

They all started
when I lived above my pub.

Have you owned a pub?

Oh, well, managed one.

That must have been fun.
Hard work is what it was.

16 years of it.

Huh.

Best years of my life.

So, what happened?

The owners decided to paint the place

and they used enamel paint
on practically everything.

All those fumes.
It's a wonder I'm not dead!

And you'd never had
a reaction before that?

No. I've had plenty since, though.

And when I started to react to beer,
well, that was that.

Goodbye, pub.

Hello, one-bedroom flat.

But anyway, I don't think
the people over at Saint Angela's

would be able to tell you much.

The useless pack of...

Sorry.

It's just...

They keep saying there's
nothing wrong with me!

Hey.
Hey.

Is everything OK?
Yeah.

You've hardly said
a word to me all day.

Oh, I know. I've been really busy.

Bart, we need you in Resus.
Yeah, I'm coming.

Claire, can you sort out
that urinalysis?

BP's falling. 80 over 50.

The ECG's clear. It could be
pressure on the inferior vena cava.

Possibly. We've got to
watch out for clotting.

Can we give him...?

Can you add 1mg of Aramine
to the IV fluid?

Sorry, Frank.
No, no. Go ahead.

I'll do that.

And we need to push
the fluids through.

OK, we've got another problem.

The urine's brown.
His kidneys are failing.

Let's get on top of it.
We'll lose him.

Gee, thanks for stating
the bleeding obvious, Homer.

(SIREN WAILS)
Still no word on Jase?

Not yet, no. But just try
to stay focused, Terry.

I really need
to know your heart rate.

I keep losing count.

How's the pain? Is it dull or sharp?

Er...dull.

It seems to be moving down my arm.

Do you think it's a heart attack?

Just try and concentrate
on your breathing for me.

We'll have you out of here
in no time, OK?

How's Jason?

He had another seizure
in the ambulance.

They were still assessing him
when we left.

Phew.

That's not what Terry wants to hear.

How's he going?
His angina's getting worse.

We got an ETA
on the electricity company yet?

"On their way."
OK. What about medication?

Yeah, but it's in the glove box.

That'd be a safe place to keep it -

unless, of course, you've got 33,000
volts passing through the vehicle.

Yeah. The slightest shock
would be fatal in his condition.

We've got beta-blockers in the kit.

How the hell
are we gonna get them to him?

A bit of a MacGyver, aren't you?
I do my best.

Beta-blockers and oxygen are ready.

We need to stretch the tube,

keep the cylinder as far away
from the truck as possible.

Are you sure about all this?

If anything happens, you're there
ready to resuscitate me.

Hmm!
Let's do it.

Here we go, Terry. You just need
to listen to Steve, alright?

OK.

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

Just try and concentrate
on your breathing for me.

OK, grab the bag, mate.

(GRUNTS)

Oh, bugger!

Don't touch it, Terry!
(PANTS)

I'll get some more.

Steve, look out!

Does that hurt?
What hurts is we did it for nothing.

How about that? Does that hurt?
It's fine. Just a couple of bruises.

Where are you going?

To find out why these cable jockeys
have taken so bloody long.

Alright. Play nice.

I need them pills.

(PANTS) I can reach them.

No. Terry, no.

The floor of the truck is metal.
It's too big a risk.

Oh, bloody hell!

(PANTS) What's happening with Jase?

I promise I'll let you know
as soon as I find out.

Now, I want you to try and take your
pulse again for me.

(PANTS)
Come on, Terry. That's it.

Is is slower than it was before?

I...I can't tell.

OK. Electricity company's here.
We'll have you out of there soon.

STEVE: So, how long's it gonna take?

We've gotta get up there,
find out which grid's powering it

then radio back to base who'll send
a mobile unit out to the substation.

Were you listening? The guy
in the truck's got a heart condition.

Yeah, I was. So, now YOU listen.

Dealing with high-voltage cables
is serious business.

The job will take
as long as it takes.

This guy dies because of bureaucratic
red tape, I'll come looking for you.

Have you got a leash for this one?
We're taking care of our patient.

Then get him off my back
and let me do my job!

C spine's clear.
The hard collar can come off.

Should make the intubation easier.
Thanks for that. I have done a few.

I didn't mean to...
Come on. Sux and thio.

Going in now.
Mike's on the radio.

Wants an update
on the patient's status.

How does his status bloody well look?
Alright, I'll tell him.

ET tube.

I want a 7.5.
Well, you didn't ask for a 7.5.

I'm bloody well asking for one now.

Are you OK?

You shouldn't be feeling any pain
'cause of the local anaesthetic.

I just feel like a leper.
All that flesh falling off.

Well, it's not that much, really.

(CHUCKLES) Thanks.

But you're not very convincing.

I think that's about it for now.

This is just a Betadine bandage.

Will I lose my leg?

If the infection keeps spreading,

you might be looking at a surgical
debridement which is where we...

Yeah, I know what it is.

I took first-year medical science.

Flirted with the idea of being
a doctor for, like, a nanosecond.

Didn't want to spend your days
with pus-filled wounds, huh?

Actually, I dropped out so I could
take social anthropology with Sally.

Who's Sally?

Sally's his ex-flatmate.

He's just told her
how he really feels about her.

Actually, I... (GRUNTS)

..I didn't end up telling her.

Why not?

I had to divert from the script when
a beefy footballer answered the door.

Housemate or boyfriend?

Both.

I should've told her I loved her
before she moved away.

Why do guys always
want to stuff up a good thing

with this talk about love?

(PANTS)

I thought that's what girls wanted.
No.

You can get way too serious
about these sorts of things.

The electricity company doesn't
seem to be in much of a hurry.

Is there anyone
you'd like us to call?

My wife, Dianne, is at work.

OK. What's her number?
(BREATHES HEAVILY)

I don't want to worry her.

Don't you think she'd
want to know what's happened?

She's such a good woman.

(PANTS)

I mean, shit, we've had
our ups and downs, you know, but...

..every time I come back
from a long-haul trip,

it's like we're newlyweds again,
you know?

Not really.

She's been waiting
for that phone call for five years.

(PANTS) "Your husband's
had a fatal heart attack."

Is that when you were diagnosed?
Five years ago?

Yeah.

I was only 37.

Hey, stick with us.
Won't be long now.

Yeah, so you keep saying.

Urine confirms the myoglobinuria.
Indicative of rhabdomyolysis.

Not surprising
after an electric shock.

Prep him for transfer. He'll need to
go to ICU for immediate dialysis.

I want a central line.
Start him on mannitol.

Are you contradicting
my orders again?

No, of course not.
Good.

Because last time I looked, I was
the Director of Emergency Medicine.

I've had enough medical training
to have a valid opinion.

So you may think, Dr West.

So...what do you want me to do?

Do you have to be told twice?
No, but...

Do what the Boy Wonder says.

Put in a central line.
Start him on mannitol.

I don't suppose anyone's
contacted his next of kin?

I'm not sure.
I haven't had a chance.

I have to do everything
my bloody self.

So St Angela's confirmed
she was a regular?

And they cannot find
any underlying condition.

Off the record?

They think she's a lonely woman

who throws a turn
every time she wants some company.

Well, her pathology's not giving me
anything to contradict that.

There's a patient in Resus
who's listed as critical.

I realise that.

Why haven't you contacted
his next of kin?

I've been trying,
now that you've asked so nicely.

Then try harder, because
he's got Buckley's of surviving

and it might be nice
if there was someone around

who gave a rat's about him!

What has got his knickers
in a twist?!

He's been like that for weeks.

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLES)

Electricity company can't even
give us an estimate at this stage.

That's ridiculous.
He's deteriorating rapidly.

I rigged up another pole.
We haven't got time.

Terry...has the ignition key
got a plastic sleeve?

(PANTS)

Yeah. Why?

OK. I want you
to start up the truck.

What?!
It's our best option. Stay with me.

I'll get electrocuted!

No, you won't, as long
as you don't touch anything metal

and you don't try
to get out of the truck.

I want you to start up the ignition,

put the truck into gear

and then accelerate
away from the cable.

No way! No bloody way!

Come on, Terry. You can do it.

Those Cameron's results?

Just some bloods.
Confirms there's an infection.

(LAUGHS) Well, that's
pretty bloody obvious.

Still waiting on the swab.

Hopefully that'll give us
something more definitive.

You after something?

Yeah, I'm just looking for
Jason's file to take up to ICU.

There it is.

We really need to talk.

Yeah-no, I can't. I'm really busy.

Later, OK?
Yep.

Hey.

Trouble in paradise?

He told me he loved me.

Isn't that a good thing?

I better get rid of this stuff.

Oh... Don't even bother.

I don't want to talk about it.
Yeah, I got that.

You almost pulled a hamstring back
there, trying to get away from Bart.

Was it that obvious?

Yep.

So what's your plan?

Avoid having anything
to do with him until...when?

Until I can figure out what to say.

Why is this such a big deal?

Because if I'd announced
that I was in love with him,

I'd be waiting
for him to say it back.

And you haven't said it back?

I don't know if I do.

Love him, I mean.

I like him. I really like him a lot.

And we've had a wicked time together
and the sex is great...

OK, OK. Too much information.

But love?

That's full-on.

That's terrifying.

Then be honest with him.

Tell him how you're feeling
but don't leave him hanging, Amy.

Not if you care about him at all.

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLES)
(ENGINE STARTS)

Is it in gear?
Yeah.

Good man.

Hey! What the hell are you doing?!

I'll keep the cable guy busy.
You get the ambo trolley.

He'll die if we wait for you
to finish. Let us do our job.

Alright?

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLES)

Alright, Terry. Accelerate. Go!

This is stuffed. I can't do it.

Hesitation's only
gonna make it worse.

You've gotta just put your foot down.
That's easy for you to say.

Yeah, I know it is.

But maybe it's time
you just took a chance.

You're right.

This one's for Jase.

You did it, Terry! Well done, mate.

(DEFIBRILLATOR CHARGES)

Clear!

Come on, Terry.

He's back in sinus rhythm.
Thank God.

Let's load and go.

Alright, central line's in. I'm gonna
check that when we get to Radiology.

Mannitol's up and running.
How's his urine output?

It's increased, but still dark.

Well, hopefully that'll clear.
Systolic BP's holding at 110.

And I've given him four milligrams
of noradrenaline.

Good. Good.

Mike's on his way in with the second
patient from the factory,

who's had a heart attack.

We're good to go.

OK. I'll prep him for transfer.
Thank you.

Boss, you got a second?

Frank! I'm having trouble
with a diagnosis.

Do you mind if I run
a few symptoms past you?

If you must.

Male, mid-20s. White blood cell count
slightly elevated.

But his ESR is normal
and so is his blood pressure.

Frank? Are you even listening to me?

Oh, give it here.

It's a bloody ulcer. You don't
need me to hold your hand on that.

Oh, I'm sorry. I thought
I was consulting with a colleague.

Maybe I should talk to someone else.

That's a good idea. Maybe you can
find a first-year medical student.

Yes. But please,
just drive carefully.

I've told Jason's family
to go straight to ICU.

Thanks.

What the hell is wrong with Frank?

What's he done now?

I just tried to run
a patient's case notes past him

and he pretty much
told me to piss off.

I don't know what his problem is,
but I am over it.

You don't suppose he's sick?

What makes you say that?
Mood swings.

Anger one minute, gloom the next.

He's not well.

Last round of obs on Maggie Brooks
were all normal.

Can you prepare the discharge papers
for me, please?

Yes. Have you spoken to Frank?

No. Why?

He just had a go at Adam outside

and Bart seems to think
he's covering some sort of illness.

Leave it with me.

How long are you gonna keep taking
your frustrations out on your staff?

Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't realise my job was to
mollycoddle a bunch of babies.

They are doing their jobs.
A bit too well.

What's that supposed to mean?

You've got the department
under control.

And I thought you'd be
happy with that.

Yeah, but nobody needs me anymore.

Even Homer's
contradicting my orders.

Well, if he is, you pull him up.

I would...if he was
making bad decisions.

Maybe you just need some time away
from this place.

Book a holiday or something.

(SCOFFS) What the hell
would I do on a holiday?

Read a book. Do nothing at all.

If that's what it takes
to get your perspective back.

There's nothing wrong
with my perspective.

So if you don't mind, rack off!

You got an ED to run.

Frank...
Go on. Get.

Terry Jones, 42 years old.
Suspected myocardial infarction.

Jase... Where's Jase?

The ECG's on stand-by

and I've already put in a call
to the cardiac unit.

Roll him back on three.
One, two, three.

Slide it in.

And on three.

One, two, three.

He's hypertensive and tachycardic.

I need to know how Jase...
He's in intensive care.

But he's stable,
which is a good sign, OK?

That's good news. He's got
too much to do to check out now.

Can you ring Dianne now, please?

Tell her it's the heart attack call
she's been dreading.

Yeah.

But I survived.

I bloody well survived.

(MONITOR BEEPS)

O2 sats are dropping.
We'll need to intubate.

Size 8 tube.

Hey!
Hey. Sorry, Dr Campion.

I'm in.
Nice work.

Set up for an arterial line.
I'll get on to the cath lab.

Make sure they know he has
an anteroseptal infarct

and needs an urgent stent.

I'll go phone his wife.
Yep.

You wanna send me home?

Well, your bloods are all normal
and your chest X-ray's clear

and your oxygen levels
responded well to treatment.

At this stage, I can't find
anything wrong with you.

VON: Discharge papers to sign.

You haven't solved the problem!

Nobody ever solves the problem.

I'm not crazy!
We're not saying that you are.

That's exactly what you're saying.

Maggie, it's just we can't
find the underlying cause.

I told you, it was the paint.

And now it's all chemicals?
That's right.

Do you think that I would've
left that pub if I'd had a choice?

That place was my whole life.

It would've been very hard for you.

You bet.

Seven days a week, I worked there.
Day and night.

I knew all the punters by name.

Saw a lot of them
through some tough times as well.

They were the closest thing
I've ever had to family.

After you left the pub,

these punters -

did any of them come to visit you?

People move on.

Have you ever considered
talking to a counsellor?

Oh, you don't think
the doctors at St Angela's

didn't try to shove me off
onto some shrink?

Oh, Maggie, what are you doing?
You want to discharge me. Fine.

I'll just get
right out of your hair.

No, I'd like you to calm down.

We can talk about this.
"Oh, no. It's all in your mind.

"You're just imagining it all."

Yes, well, thanks very much
for your help.

And next time I'm just going to
ask the ambulance boys...

..to take me somewhere else.
Maggie.

(GASPS)
Hey.

Oh, no!
Maggie!

What happened?!
Reaction to the cleaning fluid.

Get that out of here. Now!

Her throat and tongue are swollen.
She's in anaphylaxis.

Crash cart now.
Yep.

(GASPS FOR AIR)
Come on.

I've had a bad feeling all day.
I knew something wasn't right.

But you say Terry's OK?
He survived the heart attack?

He's in a stable condition, yeah.

And Jason?
He's recovering in ICU.

Oh, my God! What are all those tubes?

Claire, could you give us
a second, please?

Of course.

Oh, darl. You've really
done a number on yourself.

He reversed the truck
into a powerline?

Yep.
Typical.

He drives across two States
without a problem

and then has an accident
round the corner from our house.

When will he wake up/

Could be a while yet.

We've still got a fair bit
to do for him down here

before we move him upstairs

but you're welcome to sit with him,
if you'd like.

That would be great. Thank you.

For everything.

Not a problem.

Did he tell you why?

Hey.

I've gotta go. OK.

Hey, how's Terry?

Stable. His wife's with him.

That's good.

Who was on the phone?

The police.
What did they want?

To tell me that Ian
dropped the assault charges.

Whoa...what assault charges?

Exactly how serious was this fight
between you two?

Doesn't matter now, Claire.

Were you going to tell me
you'd been arrested?

Of course I was.
When?

The fact that Ian's dropped his
charges so quickly is a good sign.

He knows he's lost. It's over.

For you, maybe. I still have
a court case to get through.

I know.

But at least he's gonna
be behind bars for a long time.

He won't be able
to hurt you anymore, Claire.

No more secrets, Steve. OK?

This is never gonna work
if we're not honest with each other.

I have to get back to Resus.

Her airway's cleared
and her oxygen sats are up.

So cancel the discharge papers,
then.

Whatever the cause, that response
was definitely physiological.

Mmm.

Allergy clinic.
Oh, thanks.

Er...

Listen, if you're needed in Resus,
I'll look after Maggie.

Thanks, Von.

If you could check that out
and call me straight back?

Thank you. 'Bye.

Why don't you come over
for dinner tonight?

Zac misses you.
Does he?

Of course he does.

Give him a big hug from me.

Just for an hour.
No, no.

Thanks for the invitation
but I think I'll go home.

TPA going in.

Hopefully that'll remove the clot.
A clot?!

No-one's said anything about a clot!

There's still quite a bit
to do for him here.

So if you'd rather wait outside...
I'm not going anywhere!

Oh, I'm sorry. I'll try
not to get in your hair.

Thanks.

He'll need an
infusion of noradrenaline.

And get onto the cath lab.

I'll tell them to
find space for Terry, or else.

I'll also organise that chest X-ray

to check the placement
of the central line.

No time. We'll need to attach him to
the central venous pressure monitor.

Check the waveform.
OK.

(MONITOR BEEPS)
He's crashing!

What does that mean?
What the hell's going on?!

Dianne, we need you to wait outside.
You said he was alright!

You said he'd be OK!
Dianne!

Charge to 360.
1mg of adrenaline IV.

Charging.

1mg going in.
What the hell are you doing to him?

You'll feel much better
if you wait outside.

I'll feel better when
I know my husband's alright.

Charged to 360.
Clear!

(MONITOR BEEPS)
No change.

Charging to 360 again. Come on,
Terry. Don't give up on us now.

Charged to 360.
Clear!

Found out what's wrong with me yet?

Alright. We need to go back
to square one.

What else can you tell me
about your recent activities?

Standard three drinks a day.
Chips and gravy for lunch.

No sex.

Unless, of course, self-love counts.

(LAUGHS)

Did anything
out of the ordinary happen

when you went to visit
your ex-flatmate?

(SIGHS) We went on a boat trip.

Man, did I puke up my guts that day!

A walk through the Daintree.
You see, Sally's a nature freak.

Did you notice the infection
before you went to the Daintree?

I don't think so.

But then again,
I don't have the legs for shorts,

so I can't say
I spent much time looking.

Let's do another swab.

I'll let Pathology know
we've opened up the field

to a ton of new possibilities.

Another swab?

Yeah.

Hey, I'm not exactly doing
cartwheels about it either.

Ooh.

Oh. Must've drifted off.

Not surprisingly.
You gave us quite a scare.

I hate to say, "I told you so."

Have the reactions
been that bad before?

(SIGHS) They've been getting worse.

CHARLOTTE: How are we going?

Right. Well, BP is 135/80
and sats are at 95%.

I suppose you're still gonna tell me
it's all in my head.

I've been speaking to a colleague
at the allergy clinic

and I might have
a possible diagnosis.

Fits your history and it accounts
for all your symptoms.

Well, come on, love - spit it out.

I'm not getting any younger,
you know?

Multiple chemical
sensitivity syndrome.

Oh. Well, you had me
until you got to the syndrome bit.

Makes it sound like some sort
of mental disease.

There is a psychological element
to the illness

that needs to be recognised
and treated concurrently.

I told you I am NOT crazy.

And I told you nobody thinks you are.

But some people who suffer the
physical symptoms of the syndrome

also suffer from depression.

And that is nothing
to be ashamed of.

That's easy for you to say.
You live on your own?

With no family, no friends,
and no-one to come and visit?

This could be the answer
you're looking for.

Don't you want your old life back?

That pub was all I had
and now it's gone, I've got nothing.

I can't be depressed.

I'm just not that sort of person.

I'm not.

(MONITOR FLATLINES)

Time of death - 4:16pm.

I'll tell his wife.

Uh, no. I'll do it.

He was only 42.

Jason came in with all his systems
failing from the electric shock.

We saved him. We should've been able
to do the same for Terry.

We did what we could
but once the heart's compromised...

Yeah, I know all the medical, Bart.

I just think that...I don't know.

Sometimes it just doesn't make
any sense.

Some days it doesn't make
any sense to me either.

Don't say it. Don't you dare say it.

Should we go somewhere more private?

I don't wanna go anywhere. I want
you to tell me my husband's alright.

Dianne...

..I'm sorry.

No. Oh, no.

He put up a strong fight.

I always expected
his heart to pack up

but it doesn't make it
any easier when...

It's impossible to prepare yourself
for something like this.

We've got so many plans. He still
hasn't fixed up the backyard.

We're supposed to go and see
his parents next weekend.

What am I going to do about that?

You don't have to do anything
right now.

Good. Because at this point,
I'm struggling just to breathe.

We've found a bed for you
up on the ward.

Oh, that really
isn't necessary, love.

Yes, it is.

Another reaction like the one you've
had, and you're in big trouble.

We need to keep an eye on you
for the next 24 hours at least.

Making me a captive audience for the
shrink isn't a bad idea either, eh?

A counsellor will only assess you
if you consent to it.

You really think I've got this
chemical sensitivity syndrome thing?

It's highly possible.

And you can't keep going
the way you have been. Nobody could.

Oh, it'd be nice to get
my old life again.

Have a beer and splash on
a bit of make-up.

(LAUGHS)

Well, you better tell
the head doctor that I love a chat.

Maggie, I think
they'll work that out.

Look, thank you. Both of you.

And I really mean it this time.

Alright. Get outta here. We'll let
them know you're on your way.

He was trapped inside the vehicle
for quite some time.

There were live cables all around it,
which prevented him from getting out.

Couldn't the electricity company
get rid of the cables?

Not in time. No.

He must have been so scared.

Did he take his angina medication?

It was in the glove box,
which was electrified.

My partner tried to pass him
some tablets from our kit,

but one of the cables broke free
and he was nearly electrocuted.

But he's alright? Your partner?

Yes, he is.

So glad to hear it. And then what?

I asked Terry to drive free
from the cables.

And that was a fair while
after he backed into the pole?

Yes.

In the meantime,

my husband was getting closer
and closer to a heart attack.

We had to exhaust
the less hazardous options first.

Less hazardous for who?

Dianne, I...

So Jason tried
to get out of the truck.

Now he's recovering in ICU.

You told Terry to stay in the truck.
And he's dead.

Yes, but...

If you had've got him out sooner,
he could still be alive.

Just know that somebody
is going to swing for this.

Whether it's you or the friggin'
electricity company,

I don't care.

Someone will pay
for my husband's death.

Now piss off and give me a chance
to say goodbye.

(MONITOR BEEPS)

Steve said I might find you here.

Rough day?

Oh, isn't every day?
Mmm.

You know your problem? You never
admit that you've got a problem.

So how was your day?

Good. Got winched into
freezing cold water a dozen times.

You would've loved it.

Is he gonna be OK?

Yeah. Yeah, he is.

Sorry about his mate.
(SIGHS)

His wife was right.

I should've told him to drive away
from the cables sooner. I...

Well, from what Steve said,
you did everything that you could.

Sometimes I think it was better off
when I spent all day in surgery.

Didn't have to talk to my patients
then, let alone their families.

Don't you dare regret
setting up the MRU.

It's the best thing
that you ever did.

"Daintree ulcer."
At least it sounds exotic.

It's a skin infection
caused by bacteria.

Possums and koalas
are also susceptible to it.

(LAUGHS) Wow. You know, knowing that
makes me feel so much better.

It should. Now we know what it is,
we can treat it.

With antibiotics?

And surgery.

Surgery?

Is that really necessary?

I wouldn't be recommending it
if it wasn't necessary.

Then I guess I don't have a choice.

How's his blood pressure?

Oh, it'll be high.
I can feel my heart pounding.

You know, I might be having
an anxiety attack.

Still normal.

Maybe you're not such a wuss
after all.

Still not brave enough
to tell Sally how I feel.

Why is such a big deal
telling a girl that you love her?

Where do I start?

The prospect of humiliation.

Especially that pause

while she tries to figure out
a polite way to let you down.

Yeah. Or she doesn't say anything
and just avoids you.

That'd be the worst.

Have you seen Frank?
He's already left.

He never goes home early.
No. He doesn't.

Can we have that chat now?

Sure. Why don't we go somewhere
more private?

OK, so I know you really
put yourself out there

when you told me that you love me.

And I really should've given you
an answer straightaway,

but the truth is
I don't know what my answer is.

Stop. I wasn't expecting an answer.

That's not what I wanted
to talk about.

It's not?
No. I'm worried about Frank.

Oh.

Everyone is. How's he been at home?

OK.

Well, has he been moody or anything?

(SIGHS) He's been keeping
to himself mostly.

Now that you mention it,

he hasn't yelled at me
to turn my music down for weeks.

Is he sleeping, eating OK?

You think something's wrong?
I don't know what to think.

Is he sick?
I don't...

I'm not sure.

(DOOR OPENS)

Uncle Frank, home?
No.

Thought you might like
to join us for dinner.

Got your favourite - red duck curry.

No, thank you.
You knock yourselves out.

Are you sick?

No. I'm not. Who gave you
that ridiculous bloody idea?

Suppose it was you.
You have been acting pretty strange.

Can't a man have an off day

without everybody thinking
he's got some fatal bloody disease?

I don't mean today. You've been
acting strange for weeks.

Please tell me what's going on.
I'm worried. We're worried.

Nothing is wrong.
Don't lie to me.

I'm not lying. I'm just lying down.

You're always there
to help others out.

Why not let others be there for you?

Because I don't need you to be.

Just want the old Frank back.

You didn't seem to have any trouble
taking charge today.

Neither does Beaumont.
Even Rossi's telling me what's what.

Honestly, sometimes I wonder
why I bother turning up.

If this is all because you think
we don't need you anymore,

it's only because
you trained us so well.

He's right, Uncle Frank.

I wouldn't be where I am today
if it wasn't for you.

None of us would be. Everything
starts with Frank Campion.

Damn right it does.

You're a bloody genius, Homer!

You enjoy your dinner, kids,
and don't turn the music up too loud.

I've got work to do.

What did just I do?
(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

I have no idea
but I love you for it.