All language subtitles for Offspring s02e04 One.eng

I don't want to marry you... again. I
don't want to be your wife anymore.

I have asked Tammy to marry me.

And she said yes.

Maybe if we set a few boundaries

you and I could go out for a... drink
or a meal or... something.

You better be dying.

I thought I could handle it. I can't.

We need to stop the treatments
immediately.

What, so that's it?

I'm afraid that... that...
that's it.

It won't be possible for the two
of you to conceive a child together.

Is that...?

The... the wife beater?
Yeah. Um... I think it is.

Dr. Patrick Reid,
new anaesthetist.

Hello again.

No, swimming laps doesn't help.

Some things are wrong
no matter how you look at them.

Some things you just know.

He's the new anaesthetist.

He sometimes likes to use his wife
as a punching bag.

Now he's here to work with you.

How could Clegg
be such a bad judge of character?

You are being such a baby.
- No. No.

And in case you missed
the first two - no.

If you love me, you'll do it.

Hi, Neens.
- Hi.

Let's ask Nina, shall we?
- No. No. No.

Ask me what?
- Should I get a manzilian?

I don't have an opinion on that.

Yes. That's because
Nina's opinion doesn't count.

Doesn't it?
- Oh... no offence.

Just you don't know anything
about waxing. Look at your eyebrows.

What is wrong with her eyebrows?
- I don't want to know.

I am a man. I have hair.

You said you wanted to marry me,

oh, but this one little thing
is just too much to ask.

Clippering is one thing,
waxing is something else.

What's the difference?
- The wax.

If you knew a man
who beat up his wife,

then you found out you had to work
with him, what would you do?

What does it depend on?

On... on how well I knew the guy
and how true it was.

Would you say something?

Anyway...
- I... I'd say, "That's not OK."

"That's not OK"?

"That's not OK"?

Do it. Do it.

No.

Do it.
- No.

Do it.
- No.

Mick?

Mick?

Neens, I'm freaking out.

I went to bed, Mick said
he was coming and didn't.

I don't know where he is.

Have you...
have you tried calling him?

No. He's left his phone here -
and Rocket.

Um... did you two fight or...?

No.

Although I may have accidentally
questioned his masculinity.

Ahh.

No. It wasn't like that. We were
just... we were both in shock.

And let's face it, the last couple
of days have been pretty shocking.

Oh, my God.

What was today?

I know. God.

My parents are getting a divorce.

Jimmy and Tammy are getting married.

Uh.

And we're completely incapable
of having... a child.

Tennis, anyone?

Hey.

I can't think of anything
I'd want to do more

than build a little person with you.

And I'm not going to let you
miss out on being someone's mum.

So it might have to be...

a little patchwork person.

What do you mean?

I mean, maybe we should...
get a donor...

if you want to.

Yeah?

What else was there to do
but, you know, check it out?

No. No.

No.

Mmm. No way.

I...I want the baby
to look like you.

I want it to be cuddly
and freckly and gingery.

Oh, well, am I gingery?

Well, cuddly and freckly and giving
the impression of being ginger

without being truly ginger.

Oh.

He look... he looks like you.

Or you if you were a cheeseburger.

He looks like he hunts pigs
and has sex with his sister.

Is this OK?
Are we really doing this?

We're window-shopping,
we don't have to buy.

Oh, God!
- Mmm.

Hand me the ugly rifle.

Get him off the screen.

Then the whole thing
got kind of weird

so we started making bad jokes.

I don't... I don't think
we should rule out stealing a baby.

You could make one out of seaweed.

Oh, I want one
to come out of my la-la

like in those
horrific documentaries.

The baby won't be mine, then.

No. No, I guess it will be part
Proudman part cheeseburger.

It's my fault.

Yeah. It's your fault.

Your body is fine,
mine is a factory second.

Damaged in transit.

You should take me back to the shop.

Mmm... yeah.
- Get your money back.

"Yeah, this Mick Holland is faulty

"and I want a proper Holland man
with balls that work."

Oh, God, I'm tired.

Come on, let's go to bed.

Mmm... I said, you know,
"This Mick Holland is faulty,

"I want a proper man
with balls that work."

Ohh, no, Billie.

I thought we were
still kidding around.

Then I said I was going to bed.
I thought he was coming.

Well, perhaps he just needs
a little bit more time.

It was his idea
to start looking for spermers.

Well, it doesn't mean he's ready.

OK. Alright. Just c-c-calm down.

Yeah. OK. Anyway, I gotta go, bye.

OK, Nina.
Come on, bite the bullet.

Get to work and have a serious talk
to Martin Clegg

about why a violent man
is not a good addition to our team.

Jimmy loves Tammy,
is that so terrible?

Can you think of a better reason
for two people to get married?

Yeah, well, marry in haste, repent
at leisure, as my mother used to say.

My mother used to say,
"Eat slow, make it last."

What's that got to do with it?

Well, you're not the only one
with a mother who says things.

I just don't want Jimmy
rushing headfirst

into making
another reckless decision.

Mmm.

Those are yours.

Ah, yeah.

What's going on?

Darcy, we are getting a divorce...

like one in three married couples.

So?

So...

You're moving out.

Hello?

Hi. Look who's here.

Hello.

Hey.

You got bags.

I'm coming home.

Of course you are.

I should have called.
- No, you don't have to call.

I should have known.

You and Geraldine,
of course you're coming back.

I should have let you know.
No. Welcome back.

I'll... shift my stuff
back into my room.

No, no. There's no need.
I don't want to disrupt you.

No, no, no. It's your room.

Sam and I completely took over
when you were at Geraldine's.

Um... I've got to go to work.

But tonight we can rearrange
whatever you want.

Cherie, um...

I really should have
talked it over with you.

I just assumed...

It's fine. I'll talk to you tonight.

OK, say bye.

Bye.

Hey.

These bags contain danishes.

One is apple, one is raspberry,
I don't know which.

I don't know.

I so want to kiss you right now.
I know we're at work.

What?

You bought me spontaneous pastry.

I'm guessing that's good.

Have you spoken to Clegg yet?

What?

Dr. Wife-bashing Arsehole - have you
spoken to Clegg about him yet?

I'm in the lift.
- L want to be with you when you do.

Look, this is a really
delicate issue.

I'm not working with him.

Hi, Nina.

What animal bashes his wife
when she's nine months pregnant?

What sort of animal bashes his wife
when she's not nine months pregnant?

I'll cut off his balls
before I work with him.

Shh.
- Don't shush me.

Have you got danishes?

We're not gonna be these people.

We're gonna handle this situation
like grown-ups.

I want that one.
- It's mine.

You're such a suck.

I'm gonna go and see Clegg

and I'm going to tell him my concerns
about Patrick.

When?
- Now.

You're sure you don't want me
to come with you?

No. No, you three stay here.
I'm going by myself.

Thanks for the coffee.

Thanks for the danish.

Stick to the facts.
Be clear. Be professional.

"Martin, we have concerns
about the new anaesthetist."

Hold your ground.

It's Dr. Proudman.
- Mm-hm.

I'd like to speak
to Martin... privately.

I'll talk to you later.
- Right you are.

Enter.

Can we talk candidly?

Yes. Well, I'm all ears.

I'm bringing this to your attention

because I'm concerned that
it's going to have a negative impact

on the way your staff work together.

Mmm.

It's about Patrick Reid.

Yes?

I suspect him of being violent
towards his wife.

And I suppose I'm concerned...

His wife?
- Yes.

Uh, myself and Fraser and the rest
of the staff noticed some bruises

that suggested...

Patrick has not been violent
towards his wife.

Perhaps you missed her
when she was here recently.

Patrick's wife?
- She gave birth here.

Patrick's wife
did not give birth here.

Yes, her name was Kate.
- Kate?

Mmm.
- I see where you're going with this.

Her bruises strongly suggest she's
been subjected to physical violence.

Uh, Nina...

It would be remiss of me
not to let you know

there's bound to be a real issue

between Patrick Reid
and the rest of the staff.

Alright. Kate is not Patrick's wife.

She's his sister.

What?

Patrick did not give her
those bruises, I can assure you.

Oh... oh, uh...

I thought - we all thought -
he was the husband.

Patrick is doing everything he can
to get Kate away from her husband.

So he's not a violent, disgusting...

Disgusting, yes. Oh, Patrick
can be quite disgusting.

You know, when I first knew him
as a young registrar,

he was famed for his ability
to belch the entire alphabet

in one breath.

W, X, Y, Z.

You will go far.

Yes. What a gift.

This is the groom speaking.

Do you know where Mick is?
- No. I haven't seen him.

He went out last night
and didn't come home.

Did you guys fight?
- Why does everyone keep asking that?

OK, OK, keep your hair on,
- I'm just assessing the threat level.

Are you... sad and crying

or are you angry with the
burning intensity of a thousand suns?

Neither. I just want my scruffy man
to come home to me.

What were the circumstances
surrounding the... disappearance?

Well, I went up to bed and he said
he was coming, then he never came.

Right. Now, listen very carefully
to the next question.

Before he went out,
what music was he listening to?

How should I know?
- Well, what's nearby, Billie?

'Classic Aussie Rock'.

'Classic Aussie Rock'?
What are we talking?

It's a compilation.
Um... Cold Chisel, Midnight Oil...

'Working Class Man'?
- Uh... no, no.

Yes, yes.

You're saying affirmative
to 'Working Class Man'?

Yes, Jimmy, why?

Well, listening
to 'Working Class Man'

is one of the three indicators
he's in the man cave.

My prediction is
he's gone out for a man walk

and ended up somewhere
having a man think.

Yeah, but where?

You leave that to me.

Yeah. We have a duty.
- We sure have.

There he is.

Is this a joke?

OK. I get it.
New guy, first day on the job.

It's just a misunderstanding
and I'll calm everyone down.

Look, I'd love to play along
but I have work to do.

Sooner rather than later, perhaps.

Get out of my way.
- Oh, am I in your way?

You're not standing
within three feet of this desk.

Stop it! Fraser.

Thank you.

Patrick... my office.

Come here.

What was that about?

I thought we agreed
to handle this situation delicately.

That was your idea, not mine.

I hope you're proud of yourselves
because we were wrong about Patrick.

He hasn't been hitting Kate.
- Oh, come on, he was so cagey.

She isn't his wife,
she's his sister.

You sure?
- Yes. I'm sure.

Patrick and Clegg have been friends
for years.

Now, thanks to that little display,
we've dug ourselves a very deep hole

and I expect all of you to pick up
your shovel and start...

Digging.
- What?

How do you get out of a hole?
- You climb out.

Yes. We're going to climb out
of the hole.

Don't look at me,
I didn't do anything.

Come on.

I'm sorry. I really am.

I know what you did
comes from a good place, but...

the way we work together
is important.

It couldn't be more important.
- Yeah.

Do you get it?
- Yes.

How can I, uh, make it up to you?

Well, I think we all owe Patrick
an apology.

And, in the meantime, you and I
can be good... good doctors.

Roger that.

I want my epidural though,
and no skimping.

It's the only reason
I keep having babies.

Here are the doctors.
Joelene, this is Nina and Fraser.

Hi.
- Hello.

Ohh, you're a bit of alright,
isn't he?

Joelene is our frequent flyer.
It's baby number five, is it?

All born here at St. Francis.

But between you and me,
I've used up all my A-list names.

This one will have to be 'Hey You'.

BP is 125 over 70.
She's like clockwork.

Right. Fraser?
- Yeah. OK.

Joelene, would you like to just lie
back for me and I'll examine you?

I'm all yours, gorgeous.
Help yourself.

OK.

Mick will be alright, love.

I got carried away. "I want a proper
Holland man with balls that work."

What was I thinking? I just meant
that I want the baby to be like him.

You know, I want a lovely,
kind, dog-owning, musical baby

who orders chicken parmigiana
but scrapes the cheese off

even though the cheese is the whole
point of the chicken parmigiana.

Darcy Proudman Real Estate.

Oh, hi, Billie, it's Mum.
- Hey, Mum.

Darling, I'm issuing
an all-points bulletin.

This is the last chance
to get anything of yours

from out of the house
before I throw it all out.

What?

Uh, there's, uh...

schoolbooks and old toys
and rollerskates... plastic leis.

Claim it now or lose it forever.

Elective caesarean,
elective caesarean.

I'm going to be in theatre
all afternoon.

You will be with Cherie.

Is it a problem

that I find you so attractive
when you're reading surgical lists?

No. No, that's alright.
What are you doing?

I thought I'd kiss you.
- Oh, really.

You know what would be even better?

Oh, uh... Nina.

Is that the surgical list?

Did I tell you about
that tart obstetrician at work?

She fires off false accusations
but she's boffing a registrar.

Yes.

Do you mind?

Uh... I'm, um...

us, actually -
we're due, um... yes, right.

Oh... busted.
- Put me down.

Patrick?
- Yeah?

Patrick?
- Mm-hm?

I just... I just wanted to apologise.
- That's OK.

You don't have to.

Look, I completely understand
why you'd assume what you did.

I'm so sorry.

Yeah. Uh, me too.

And your concern for my sister...

both of you, thank you for that.

Yeah. But why didn't you explain
what your relationship was?

I didn't know I had to.

Well, you brought her in,
you have the same surname.

You blaming me
for the misunderstanding?

No blame. No-one's blaming anyone.

Should I've worn a sign on my head?
- No. No.

Just you... you could have told us.

You could have asked.

Isn't it pretty standard

for the obstetrician
to figure out who's who?

Look, um... we don't have to...

No.
- As long as we're clear now.

Yes.

Except... Sorry.
- Uh-huh?

How could you not have known
that we would notice?

Sorry?

If you knew she had the bruises,

you must have known
that we'd see them.

So it's my fault again?
- We're just trying to understand.

OK. Look, I thought you both knew
we were brother and sister.

The head obstetrician
is a friend of mine, he knows us.

I didn't think
there was anything to explain.

You two obviously have a thing.
It's fine, it's none of my business.

But in the future, it might be a
good idea to know what's going on.

Did we just get spanked?

That felt a lot like a spanking.
- Mmm.

Nina?
- Mmm?

Admin are breathing down my neck.
Can you explain this to me?

What?

You've got two elective caesareans
scheduled for this afternoon.

Yeah.

And you've assessed them both
as low risk.

Yeah. No risk indicators,
walk in the park.

Yeah. So why did you require
an emergency resuscitation team?

I don't.

They're getting angry downstairs

and they say that they need
a resus team for a heart transplant

and that if you can't do a low-risk
caesarean without a resus team

maybe you should
consider a career as a butcher.

A butcher?
- I'm just passing on what they said.

Always best to do that verbatim.

Uh, I don't need
an emergency resus team.

Everyone who'll be in the room
is trained in emergency resus.

Yes. So why did you ask for them?

I didn't.

Excuse me.

Hi.

I don't want to offend you,
but just so you know,

it's my job to assess
whether or not we need a resus team.

OK.

What, you just
deliberately undermined me?

No. I can see what you're doing.
- And what's that?

You feel bad about before

so you're trying to find reasons
to be angry with me.

I'm just trying to understand why you
called for an emergency resus team.

OK. You know what your problem is?
- Well, right now, you're my problem.

Your problem is your thin skin.
- Excuse me?

Yes.

You let your personal life interfere
with your professional life.

I do not.

Nina? It's your sister.

Oh, just tell her
I'll call her back.

No, she said your mum's gone crazy
and she's trashing the house.

Oh, fuck.

Madwoman.

You're not throwing away
my rollerskates.

Not Cluedo, not Guess Who,
not the Smurfs.

You can keep whatever you want
but not here.

Why the purge, Mum?

Oh, one thing led to another.
Your father moved out.

What? That was quick.

And, uh, now that Jimmy
has decided to marry

that, uh, gushy, annoying bimbo,

I just want to declutter.

Can you talk to him, Neens?

Jimmy? No. He's made his decision.
- Well, he can unmake it.

You don't want to see him
marry Tammy, do you?

Oh, I admit she can be annoying.

No. Annoying is one thing.

Tammy is the sort of person
who falls in love easily

and falls out of love easily too.

Maybe we've been wrong about her.
- Uh, no.

People can be wrong
about each other.

Maybe we've raced in
and judged her prematurely.

Look, I can't say anything to him
because...

well, he'll marry her
just to spite me.

But, um... he might listen to you.

How's Mick? You heard from him?

Wish I'd never heard
of sperm donors.

I wish there was some magical way

to get Mick's genes into a tadpole
that can swim.

What about Mick's brother?

Mick has a brother?

Hang on. Yes. Mick has a brother
but how do you know about him?

Oh, darling, you know,
people tend to open up to me.

Mum's fail-safe technique
for extracting information.

Parents?
- Mother living, father deceased.

School?
- Balwyn High.

Siblings?
- One brother.

Name?
- Andrew. We're not in touch.

What are your intentions
towards my daughter?

I'll love her till the day I die.
Have kids.

Jimmy?
- I have acquired the target.

Where is he?

You sit tight...

it's a man secret.

Where is he?
- It's a man secret.

So, Barnesy, huh?

Yep.

Billie is pretty worried.

I normally go home
once I've got my head straight.

She wants a baby...

from a proper Holland man
with balls that work.

Tammy wants me to get a manzilian.

Is that what I think it is?

Yep.

What do you reckon?

It's not what I'd choose
if I had my own way...

but, you know.

I haven't seen my brother
since Dad died.

Jimmy...

Well, to my mind, the measure
of a man is not hair or sperm.

No?

No.

It's the knowing of things
that other men do not know.

Courage, adventure, sacrifice.

So if I was a man
I would wax my jacksy

and you would ask your brother
for a teaspoon of his finest splooge

and then we would don kilts
and imbibe great lagers.

That is what we would do
if we were men.

That's it?

Yeah. No, that is pretty conclusive.

Yeah. OK. Thanks, Joss.

Alright. See you.

Hi.

Hey, I've been doing a bit of
research into our new anaesthetist.

A friend of mine is interning
at Nolte private hospital

where Patrick used to work.

The situation with Patrick
is difficult enough as it is.

Do we have to...?

Yeah, well, she reckons
that their opiate supplies

had a habit of disappearing.

Ohh...

Morphine, fentanyl,
the recreational ones...

OK. Just stop.
- She reckons Patrick is an addict.

Fraser, that's speculation
and it's not helpful.

OK. But I am keeping an eye on him.

Are you guys having it off?
- No.

OK. Patrick is giving Joelene
her epidural... now.

Ohh, I can't wait
for the lovely drugs.

That smile.
So, he is friendly sometimes.

Just as soon as I find the spot.

You have the gentlest hands.

How are you feeling, Joelene?
- Oh, have I died?

Seriously, these two gorgeous men,
Cherie.

OK. Joelene, I'm going to give you
the local first.

It's going to sting a bit.

But it's going to be the worst part
of the whole thing.

Give me your hand.

There we go.

Nina, can I have a word?
- Mmm.

I wish you were going to be here.

Cherie, I've got to be in surgery
all afternoon. You'll be OK.

Yeah, I know, I'll be fine.

Then what's the matter?

It's just, uh...
No, don't worry about it.

What?

Nina, can I say something with all
the respect and love in the world

and that you take it with the
gentleness with which it's intended?

Mm-hm.

I really like Fraser.
I really like him.

Thanks.

It's just I'm not sure about him.

What does that mean?

In the doctor department.

Oh, what do you mean?
- I'm not sure he's got the goods.

Oh, Cherie, what is wrong
with everybody today?

No-one wants to work together,

they're all being judgemental
and suspicious.

It's just...

Nina, I see a lot of doctors working
and I'm saying I've got my doubts.

Well, thank you for those doubts.

I hope you feel better
getting them off your chest.

As a favour to me, could you please
concentrate on working as a team?

I am.

- Hello?
- What are you doing here?

Well, I heard you were having
a fire sale.

Ohh, there's so much stuff
in this house.

There's so many things
to get rid of.

Is this all about Jimmy?
What's going on?

Ohh... oh, dear.

I suppose I'd better tell you
the truth.

What?

Darcy...

What, you're clearing out the house,
you're getting rid of stuff...

Oh, Geraldine, you're not?

You're selling the house?

Why?

This is... this is our house.
I mean, we made a life here.

But that's why, Darcy.
This house is you and me.

As long as I live here
I'm still your wife and it's just...

No. It's time.

It's one thing
to not be together anymore

but it's quite another
to just throw everything out.

I know it's a shock.

Could you think it through
a bit more?

No!

I've made up my mind.

Ohh...

it's what Jimmy said
about Tammy.

Well, maybe he takes after
his mother after all.

Hmm.

So that's it. It's really over.

Yeah.

Well, I'll list it for you.

No. I don't want
the kids to know yet.

No. Probably just as well. I don't
think I could sell it anyway.

Oh, boy.
If these walls could talk, eh?

Yeah. They'd probably laugh.

Then they'd cry.

Then they'd... pass out.

Right. Workplace culture,
building bridges between colleagues.

We have to work together.
- No.

Please try and contain
your excitement.

I'm just stating a fact.

I can think of a better one.
- Such as?

It's physically impossible
to lick your own elbow.

Oh, you're one of those people
who says something witty

and throws the other person
off their game

so they just stand there babbling on.

People who babble on
are usually insecure.

You know, in your first 24 hours
you've undermined me,

questioned my professionalism,
called me insecure

and rebuffed any attempt
for me to be nice to you.

Is that what this is?
Are you being nice?

I can't be effective
unless you trust my judgement.

Then let me make this promise...

when your judgement gets better,
I'll trust it.

Oh, damn it.

What's that for?

This is something she needs to see.
- OK.

Now, I'll just get you
to remove your dignity towel.

OK.

You are a man.
- Turns out I am.

How's it feel?

Pleasantly warm.

No, no - unpleasantly hot.

OK. Now, it's going to hurt a lot
less if you hold the skin tight.

Wait. Wait.

No, wait!

Fuck!

No! Oh, no, no, no...

Raj, I'm on hold. What's
the bet he'll want the whole case?

Graeme, how you getting on?

Did you get past the name yet?

Trockenbeerenauslese. Yeah.
It's hard to say.

It's easy to drink, though, eh?

Individually hand-picked
riesling grapes.

Hi. Can I help you?
- I'm here to see him.

He's pretty busy right now.
- Is he expecting you?

I'm Mick Holland.

Try that.

You look good.
- You too.

Better than the last time
you saw me.

Yeah. Well, the last time
I saw you...

You threatened me.
- I didn't.

I seem to recall...

I didn't threaten you.
- No? The axe in your hand?

Yeah. I was chopping wood.
- Whatever.

What are you doing here, Mick?

You need money?

God, I knew this was a bad idea.

I'm asking.

Straightaway
you just assume I need money.

Well, you do have a track record.

That's all you care about, isn't it?

Money.

Mick, you show up here
out of the blue,

looking like someone who needs money.

Forget it, man, just forget it.

And you walked out, just like that?
- Just like that.

But you went.
That's the thing - you went.

And ye have
a shiny, bald mangina.

It's cashmere-soft.

And every step I take...
pings with new meaning.

Now let us down these beers,

for we are men of the world.

Oh, sorry,
I thought Mick lived here.

He does.
He's just not here right now.

Could you give this to him?

And, uh... tell him not to drink it
for at least five years.

How come?
- That's when it'll be good.

Sorry, who are you?
- Andrew.

You're Mick's brother?

Yeah.

He came to see me and...

he can be a little whoop-tooshy
when he wants to be

so, um... tell him
that's to say sorry.

So he came to see you?
- Yeah.

What?

Come in.

No. No, I shouldn't.

No, come on. Come in.

OK.

Can I tell you something?
- Yeah.

You're nothing like the woman
I'd have thought Mick would be with.

Really?

Yeah. You're focused,
you're driven. You're gorgeous.

Ohh...

Mick is too in his own way.

Is he?
- Yeah.

I hardly know him anymore.

Can I... can I ask you something,
just casually, getting to know you?

Yeah.

Do you like chicken parmigiana?

Yep. Yeah.

Always scrape the cheese off though.

Why do you ask?
- No reason.

Because I love you... I have made
the ultimate sacrifice.

Hurry up!
- Silence.

Prepare yourself
for the awesomeness of...

the great manzini.

Ohh... what have you done?

Isn't that clear?

I told you to wax your chest, you've
gone and done your... business.

You said a manzilian,
I got a manzilian.

No, no, a manzilian is your chest.

It's... it's a Brazilian for a man
is definitely downstairs.

You... you look like a little boy.

It's cashmere-soft.

Fail.

Come on, come on. Bring it here.
Come on.

No major mishaps
and no offensive comments.

That went smoothly enough.

Yep.

Except your nose makes a funny
whistling noise when you breathe.

There it is.

Well, when this is over,

we can make lists of each other's
faults and see who wins.

Alright.

Do you want a hand with that?
- No.

Big push. Really big push.

That's it.
- A beautiful baby girl.

Oh, my God.
- Oh, she's gorgeous.

Oh, she's beautiful. Hello.

She's gorgeous. Hello. Yes.

Nearly there,
you're doing really well.

So beautiful, hey? Little angel.

I'm just gonna take her and wrap
her up so she doesn't get cold.

She's bleeding.
- How much?

1,000ml, I'd say.

It's OK, Joelene, just relax.
- Why, what's going on?

Should I give ergometrine?

Doctor?

She's bleeding here.

Joelene, are you in any pain?

Fraser, you need to find out
where the bleeding is coming from.

Get Nina.

What's wrong?

Alright. We'll sort this out.

Look, something I want to clear up.
It's about the resus team.

Urgently paging
Dr Proudman to the birthing suite.

Dr Proudman will be here
in a second,

there's nothing to worry about.

Nina's here.

Joelene?
- Is my baby OK?

She's fine, Joelene. She's fabulous.

Just got a bit of bleeding, we're
going to sort that out for you.

Joelene, there's nothing
to worry about.

Fraser, we need to do an internal
immediately.

Um...

What's going on?

Uh, Cherie, can you please
take Fraser to the wash area?

What's going on?

Nina is going to take
excellent care of you, OK?

And while she's doing that,

how about you tell me about
some of the names you've got

for that beautiful little girl
over there?

OK, Joelene, we're going
to transfer you to theatre

to control this bleeding.

What?

Just pop this on,
take a few deep breaths.

OK.
- Just relax.

Just relax.

Is Joelene alright?

Yeah. Yeah, she's fine.
She's resting. Where's Fraser?

Nina, he's gone.

Where?
- I don't know.

Talk about a doctor
self-destructing.

OK. I'm gonna... I'm gonna...
- Yeah. Go.

Sorry I snapped at you.

Go.

- Hey, this is Fraser.
- Leave a message.

Fraser, it's Nina. Where are you?

Just give me a call.

Nina?

Hey.

About the resus team...

It's my first day and I called them
because I wanted to be safe.

They weren't for you,
they were for me.

OK.

OK. I've got to go.

Ohh.

Do you have a beard?

Nope.
- No beard?

Do you have a beard?
- No.

Pressure is on.
- Ahh...

Do you... wear glasses?

Uh, no.

I'm gonna go in.
- What?

Bit premature.
- Ah, no.

Are you... Paul?
- No, I'm not Paul.

How can you not be Paul?
- Because I'm Eric.

Oh...

Wow. What is going on?

Hey. Yeah. What is going on?
Where have you been?

You didn't call or anything.
- I'm sorry.

I've been going out of my mind.

Hey, I'm sorry. -
Hey, Mick.

And you went to see Andrew?

You said you wanted a Holland man
with...

balls that work and...

I was kidding.
And you know I was kidding.

And if you live
to be 1,000 years old,

you will never know
how much I love you.

Don't do it again.

- Hey, this is Fraser.
- Leave a message.

Hi, it's me again. I'm just,
uh... I'm worried about you.

Can you just give me a call
when you...

Your family hates me, hey?

Tammy, what are you doing in here?

I can tell.

Oh, gosh, I... Tammy, I'm...

Scared I'm gonna steal
your little brother away.

No... no-one hates you.

When Jimmy announced our engagement,
no-one even said congratulations.

Well, you did get engaged very fast.

I...I've been trying to fit in,
you know.

But... your family
is a tough act to follow...

big personalities, big opinions,

everyone is so in their own heads
they can't even see what's going on.

You might be right about that.

I'm the best thing that's
ever happened to your brother.

But he's the best thing
that's ever happened to me too.

So... if you don't like me,
you don't like me

and that's all there is to it.

But... like me or not...

I'm here to stay.

- Hey, this is Fraser.
- Leave a message.

Hi, it's me again.

Uh... I... I just...

I just... I want to hear your voice.

Um...

Anyhow, I'm... I'm...

you're not answering my calls
and that's fine,

I'll just speak to your message bank
for a minute.

I just wanted to let you know
that everything is fine at work.

I'm sure you're feeling really rough
about today

but... the mother and the baby
pulled through, so...

I...I don't know, do you...
do you...

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