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NELSON: Multiple traumas
from an overnight MVA,

a barbiturate OD,

two chest pains,

possible PE, a head injury,

corridor like a bloody parking lot...

WOMAN: Excuse me.
..and a waiting room about to burst.

Von? Can you hear me?

Any beds you can get
would be a start.

Okay. Thank you.
Excuse me.

So any problems
other than this ankle?

She was kicking like crazy
in the taxi.

Excuse me? Anyone? Hello?
I'm sorry to be a nuisance...

Okay, I'll be with you
in a minute, Mrs Daikos.

The pain is getting worse.

Okay.
What have we got?

We've got Leigh Sands. 19.
Obs are stable.

37 weeks pregnant.

Swelling and bruising in this foot.

Query a fracture.

I've ordered an X-ray,
but she's not too keen on one.

What's with the woodpecker?

She hates waiting.

Tell her
we'll be banked up for hours.

I did that, Nelson.

Oh, well. Look on the bright side.
At least it can't get any worse.

Louis Petrus. 40.

Query head injury
from falling to ground.

Heart rate 90, BP 110,
sats 98 on a non-rebreather.

Frequent atrial ectopics
noted on the ECG. Airways clear.

IV cannula inserted
into the right cubital fossa.

I'm shutting down.
Steady on.

There are no vacant beds
to move anyone into the wards.

I'm upgrading status to red.
Curtis.

The inn is full, Frank.

Last seizure
was two minutes duration.

Any medic alert tags?
Couldn't find any.

Witness said
he dropped in the street.

Any medical history?

He was alone when he collapsed,
police are finding relatives.

Urgent bloods for UECs
and glucose serum.

I want a drug screen
and urgent head CT.

NELSON: Temp's normal. 37.

Here we go again.

Diazepam 10 in 10, and prepare
a loading dose of phenytoin.

Get anticonvulsant levels
before you give him the phenytoin.

A couple of extra doctors
wouldn't hurt, Curtis.

You let Charlotte off
to a conference.

Finding a replacement's your job,
not mine.

Thank you.

MAN: Take as many as you like.
We've got heaps.

Any recommendations?

Not yet.

Yeah. Too many choices.

The pub's looking attractive.

I see you're into
collecting stationery.

GP by any chance?

No. But, you know, you can't have
too much stationery.

I'm hanging out for the free set
of steak knives myself.

Surgeon by any chance?

Doug Spencer.

The paediatrician.
He's worth hearing, I'm told.

Oh. Really?
Absolutely. Yeah.

He's a bit long in the tooth
but children like him, apparently.

He tells them
he was apprenticed to Dr Seuss.

PHONE RINGS

Excuse me.

Save me a seat.

We'll compare notes later.

Not sure I'm going yet.

Right. That's all clean,

but you will need to have
a hand specialist check it...

(knocks)
..in case there's tendon damage.

Yes, Mrs Daikos?

I wouldn't bother you
if I wasn't in severe pain, Von.

Righto. I'll take you back
to the waiting room.

It's been 2.5 hours.

Yes - as I've already explained,

the symptoms you've presented with
are low category,

so it could be
six hours to eight hours wait.

I could be dead by then.

So could I.

This is Mr Rossi - deep laceration to
his thumb playing Murder in the Dark.

Anyone ahead of the pregnant woman
with the probable fracture?

Nah. All category 5.

Von, I don't think
this is good enough.

Except for madam,
who is a category-12 malingerer.

I've triaged her
and told her she'll have to wait.

Leigh? I'm Nelson.
I'll be taking you through.

The pain is getting worse.
I have to see a doctor.

As I've already told you,

why don't you go to
your medical centre or your GP,

because the wait
will be much shorter.

But I see people in there
just hanging around doing nothing.

Yes. Look - the clerical staff.

Oh, excuse me.

Can I help you?

We're here to see Nelson.

Von, this is Trish...
Hi.

..and this is my daughter, Kahlia.

Well, Kahlia. How lovely to meet you.

Thank you.

I'll look after them.
Could you take Leigh through?

Thank you.

Okay?
Why are they pushing in ahead of me?

What's wrong?

Kahlia has a splinter in her finger.

See?

A splinter.
Now, that is an emergency, isn't it?

She was desperate to see
where her dad works.

Can you hear it?

Everything still okay
for the sleep-over?

She's looking forward to it.

So am I.

Kerry's going to cook you
something special.

What do you like to eat, Kahlia?

Pizza.

She'll eat anything and everything.

But not curry.

Gotcha. No curry.

There you go.

You're a brave girl.

What a whopper.

Okay. Pick a bandaid, any bandaid.

Very nice choice.

Sorry, Nelson, but Leigh is waiting
inside the cubicle.

Thank you.

Alright, little kiss from Dad.

Okay. We'd better let Dad get on
with his work. He's pretty busy.

You know I'm never too busy for you.

Done.

So, do I get a hug
for doing such a good job?

I forgot Fozzo.

Oh.

Um... I, uh, got a phone call
from the Territory this morning.

It's time you decided whether you
want her to stay with you or not.

I would like
to give you more time...

No, no, no. I understand.

Okay. We'll get out of your hair.
Mm-hm.

Say goodbye to Daddy.

Bye.
Bye, sweetheart.

See you later.
Bye-bye.

I hope that patient saw a doctor
before you discharged her.

She's not a patient, Frank.
She's my daughter.

Ah!

Ah!

I'll organise pain relief.

Oh, no, thank you.

I can deal with pain if I have to.

Greg and I are planning
on having a natural birth,

so I better get used to it, right?

Well, capillary refill's okay

which means
blood's getting to your toes.

That's good.

Any history of low blood pressure?
No.

You're keeping up your fluid intake?
Yeah.

Although it was hot yesterday.
Maybe I didn't drink enough water.

122/75.

You seem fine to me
apart from the ankle,

which I'm pretty confident's broken.

But I hear you are not keen
on an X-ray.

We read it was bad for babies.

Your baby's fully formed now.

X-rays are only problematic
in the first trimester.

And we'll be covering your stomach
with a lead apron.

A lead apron?

Mm-hm. Superman's mother wore one.

I promise,
your baby will be perfectly safe.

Her name's Asva.

I know, I know -
Greg's grandmother was Norwegian,

someone famous,
from what I can gather.

We're giving Asva a middle name -
Sarah - to be on the safe side.

And did Von call your husband
for you?

I told her not to.

He's doing double shifts so he can
take time off to be at the birth.

Is this going to need plaster?

We'll know more
once the X-ray's done.

Who's your obstetrician?

Margot Phillips.
Okay. When do you see her next?

I'm on weekly visits now, so Friday.

How will I look after a new baby
with my ankle in plaster?

Hey, hey, hey, hey. One thing at
a time. Let's get this X-ray done.

It's severe hyponatraemia.

How low are his sodium levels?

122, and decreases
in all other levels.

Glucose serum levels 2.2mmol.

Start him on 5% dextrose.

Frank, X-rays of
the pregnant woman's ankle.

It is a fracture.
Hang on a minute.

Let's do a FAST, see what we find.

Okay.

You need a bed in ICU.

Get an orthopod.

Done. She's been reviewed.

They said it's a simple break
requiring a temporary cast.

But they're all tied up
with last night's MVAs.

You know, this is turning out to be
one of those days.

I could set it. I've done it before.

You haven't in this hospital.

We need to free up beds, Frank.

I don't make the rules.
Get a doctor.

You are a doctor.
Get another doctor.

My name is Spence, and I'm...

..a paediatrician,

which may be why
I have no children of my own.

It's not because...
PHONE RINGS LOUDLY

..I don't like children,

but it is because I have no time
for anything but children.

(whispers) Hang on.

If there is one unifying aspect to
the myriad illnesses of children...

..is that the symptoms are...
What?

FRANK: Hope I've interrupted
something important.

You'd better not be lazing around
a pool while we're on code red.

I'm in a paediatrics lecture.
Is that important enough?

What do you want?
I want the medical journal you took.

The one with the article
on hyponatraemia.

I put it back on your desk.

I can't find it.

Look again, Frank. Goodbye.

Char...

So, if you are thinking of entering
this magnificent field of endeavour,

I suggest that you...

..have a look at your love-life
and wave it goodbye.

Have we got the CT results yet?
No.

But now he's stabilised,
they've found a bed for him in ICU.

How about Frank? Handing over a
patient before he's got a diagnosis?

Unbelievable.

When a bed's available,
it's available.

Excuse me.
Bless you.

You getting a cold?

You really need to
get your pool heated.

You really need
to keep your clothes on.

Where would be the fun in that?

FRANTIC BEEPING

Louis?
Bradycardic.

Louis! Louis, can you hear me?
Get him onto his back.

Up or down? Down - it's closer.

Heart rate below 10.

Starting compressions.

Come on, come on...

Hey!

Where'd she come from?

Post-op splenectomy.
Been in Recovery waiting for a bed.

Why's a Post-op patient
back here?

Didn't the bed manager contact you?

What?!

She said she saw a vacancy
on the system.

Obviously, she didn't see
the six people waiting for it.

VINCENT: Heart rate's minimal.
Giving 1mg atropine.

Just keep those compressions going.

What the hell's he doing back here?

He became profoundly bradycardic
with no output and unrouseable.

Given first dose of atropine.

Louis? You with us? Louis?

We'll have to intubate.
Why didn't you keep going to ICU?

We didn't want to deny you
the pleasure

of finding out
why he's hyponatraemic.

Size 8 tube.

Where the hell are those CT results?

She needs hourly urine measures,
CVP, ABP and blood obs,

with Post-op history of hypertension,
so she's on hydralazine prn.

You're kidding me.

She's needs one-on-one care
for at least 12 hours.

I could Special her.

Which means one less nurse
on the floor.

What choice do we have?

I'll see what I can do
about making other arrangements.

Everything alright?
Sort of.

Sorry about the delay.
It's a madhouse today.

I know you're busy but I'd love
to get my ankle fixed and get out.

I'll get you out as soon as I can.
I've got so much to do.

Back pain?
Yeah, just the usual.

These beds
aren't the most comfortable.

I wish I brought my little pillow.

Got a thousand things
going through my head.

Paint the nursery, birthing classes,

pick the music, get the oil,

drag the partner out of the pub.

Joke. He's more excited than I am.

How's that?

Perfect. You're very good at this.
Have you done this before?

I'll see what I can do
about getting you out of here.

I'd love you forever.

I don't care what EDIS says.

In future, confirm with me
before allocating my beds.

My ED nurse specialing one of your
Post-op patients is not acceptable.

Branched out into Post-op now,
have we?

We'll be a palliative care hospice
soon.

Leigh Sands - I can't find anyone to
put a temporary cast on her ankle.

She's in pain
and she's refusing relief

because she wants to prepare herself
for the pain of natural childbirth.

(chuckles dryly)

What?

I was just imagining you
as an expectant father

berating the obstetrician.

Yeah? There was no obstetrician,
Frank, just me.

Leigh Sands.

I could plaster the ankle.

If you won't let me do it
then you do it.

I'd like
some headache pills, Von.

I gave you two
half an hour ago.

The pain is spreading
to my whole face.

Let's get you to the window
and we'll get your details.

I won't ask how it's going.
Very sensible.

A bad time to drop in on Nelson?
You could say that.

Hi.

Then again,
the timing could be perfect.

Sorry, I didn't realise it was so...

Trish came to see me. Time's up.

I have to decide whether Kahlia
comes to live with me or not.

I thought
she was just down for a visit.

Obviously Trish thinks
I can make it as a full-time father.

I thought they would've
checked me out more.

You've passed muster!
Yeah!

That's great!

Have you decided?

I have to work out what's best
for Kahlia, not me.

They might be the same thing.

I have to make sure
we can give her everything -

everything - she needs.

Excuse us, please.

It sounds to me like
you've already made up your mind.

Maybe. I don't know.

I've got to get back to work.

You know I love you.

Oh, about tonight -
she's not into curry.

No curry it is.

Excuse me. Are you a doctor?

Nelson Curtis, nursing unit manager.

I didn't believe stories

about people dying
in hospital queues until...

Hospitals operate
under a priority system.

I'm sure you understand.
I know there is a bed available.

I saw that person just leave.

The Triage nurse assures me
that your best bet

would be
a local medical centre or GP.

This is a public hospital,
and I have a right to treatment.

Otherwise you can sit quietly
like everyone else.

I'm sorry, I've really got to go.

It's not just an earache. It could
be encephalitis or even meningitis.

How's it going out there?

If I don't have a break,
I'll be up for murder.

Jess.

Listen, do you mind
just covering for me in Triage?

Sure.

They're all category 4, 5.
You won't have a problem.

Okay.

Good, good, good, good.

Good.

Everything's fine for both of you.

Ah!
Ooh, sorry.

Now, a little birdie tells me
that you don't want any pain relief.

Yeah, that's right.
It doesn't hurt that much.

Only when you go, "Ah!"

Now, I know you've heard this before,
but would you like another listen?

Yes, please.

Will you be mother, Curtis?

Thank you.

SQUELCHING SOUND

There we go.
HEARTBEAT

Like a jungle beat.

Now, there is a myth around
that suffering pain is natural.

Personally, I think that is
a very stupid idea,

especially when a one-off dose
of pain relief

is perfectly safe
for you and your bub.

Is that a yes?

Good. I'll have it sent around and
get someone to plaster your ankle.

I thought you
were going to do it.

Take it slowly.
I'll check it when you're finished.

We'll have you out of here
in a few minutes.

The pain -

I think the pain's moved
to my inner ear, Jessica.

It could be labyrinthitis.

I'm starting to feel dizzy.

Um, look, Mrs Daikos, I agree with
the other nurses' assessment,

and with the delay time,
I think you should go to a GP.

Hi.
Hey.

How are you?

Yeah, good.
Have you got a minute for a chat?

Sorry, Stu. Not right now.

I'll be back in a minute.

She's vomited faecal fluid.

I need help out here.

Can you hear me?

Can you open your eyes?

Hello?
Open your eyes if you can hear me.

NELSON: Nearly there. Here we are.

Free fluid in her abdomen.

It's probably
a small bowel obstruction.

Let's get the nasogastric tube and
the cannula in, straightaway, please.

(vomits)

Suction.

It's okay, Gillian. I know it's
uncomfortable but we'll fix it.

Come on, guys. She needs to get
to Theatre for an urgent laparotomy.

What's happened?

Bowel obstruction.

Come on, guys. Let's go.
Get Theatre on the phone now.

How the hell did I miss that?

Everything alright?

I should have checked up on it.

Hmm?
The bowel obstruction.

What did she present with?

Two-day history
of generalised abdo pain.

She said it was from eating
the same takeaway twice.

I don't know, I did her obs. Normal.

I just should have
kept checking up on it.

Did she complain of increasing pain?
No.

I hope this means
we'll all be seen soon, Mr Curtis.

I just should have kept checking
that bloody waiting room.

How could you when you have someone
tapping on the window all the time?

We all know what it's like
when people demand attention.

They're a distraction, okay?
Stop beating yourself up.

We got to her in time.
That's what matters.

Thanks, Kerry.

So how have you been?

Yeah... Um, good.

I've just been meaning
to give you a call

and apologise
for being such a jerk.

It's okay.

Dan's been keeping me up to date.

So you're on medication?

Yeah. Yeah. It's really
starting to kick in now, too.

Counselling's going well.

I actually...
I feel better than I have in years.

That's great, Stu.

So, ah...

..maybe you and I should...

..just have a chat about
where we go from here?

I know I have absolutely no right
to even hope things would work out,

not after everything I've done...

..but...

..I'm kind of hoping.

I'm sorry.

I really care about you, Stuart,

and I can't tell you how happy I am
that you're getting help.

But I can't go back
to the way things were before.

I understand.

Do you?

I'll support you as much as I can.

But as a friend.

I'll see you round, then.

Cerebral oedema.

Where are the blood results?

Low serum sodium
and normal blood volume.

So we can rule out
cirrhosis, kidney failure,

Addison's disease, SIADH.

What the hell is left?

Deficiency in sodium intake
or excessive sodium loss.

Sure, but how?

Where's that bag
that was brought in with him?

Have a look inside.

Could be a distance runner.

Bloody water intoxication.

Get him off that drip now. The last
thing he needs is more fluids.

Continue hypertonic saline solution.

Restrict fluids until his seizures
have subsided, and diuretics.

I need a doctor in Acute
for the Post-op patient.

Oh, go on.

You're starting your exciting
surgical rotation soon,

so you may as well start now.

Why didn't we look earlier?
It would have saved lots of time.

He was in his business suit when
he arrived, not his running kit.

She's still hypertensive
despite the hydralazine.

Urine output?
6ml last hour.

Renal history?

Urea and creatinine
were both normal pre-op,

and her surgeon's written her up
for diuretics.

Okay. Do another UEC.

JESSICA: Dan?
Yeah.

I need a hand with a drug check.
Sorry, busy with a Post-op.

Why have we got a Post-op patient?
Don't ask.

Not bad, even if I do say so myself.

You should have been a sculptor.

Leigh, I don't have
an artistic bone in my body.

Can I go home now?

Dr Campion has to check
my handiwork before you leave.

And you'll have to come into
Outpatients in a week

for a full plaster.

Oh!
Is something wrong?

I've wet myself.

Ah.

Ah, what?

I think your waters have broken.

No, no. They can't.
It's alright, it's alright.

They can't. They can't!
Let's get you back into bed.

Are you sure? Because I can't...
Are you sure?

The back pain.

Listen to me - is it constant pain?
No.

How often does it come?

I don't know.
Maybe every five minutes.

Alright.
They're most likely labour pains.

In my back?

It's too early!
I can't have started labour, right?

It's okay. Just calm down.
It could be a false alarm.

Even if it's not,
37 weeks isn't that early.

Nelson, I need a hand with...
I need you here.

What about my music and stuff?
My husband?

Leigh's membranes have ruptured.

We're going to call Margot.
She'll come when it's time.

I can't do it without Greg.
He will be here.

Leigh, listen - what I need you to do
is take slow, deep breaths

every time you feel the pain.

Nelson, can you make it stop?

It's okay. Just breathe through it.
That's the way.

You stay.
Where are you going?

I'll make the calls.
Just stay with her.

Leigh, is it?

I'm Jess.
Is this your first baby?

Right.

Well, they usually take
hours and hours to come, so...

This isn't the way
it's supposed to happen.

Do you understand me?

Will you stay with me?

It's possible she's been having
contractions for hours now.

Yeah, okay. No, no, no.
It's fine. I'm qualified.

Just as soon as you can.
Thank you, Margot.

(yells) Curtis!

Where's Hughes?
Theatre. Bowel obstruction.

Curtis! We need you.

Sorry, delivery.
Call Obstetrics.

They'll get here when they can.

Cur... Bloody hell.

Oh, brilliant.

(whimpers)
Is Margot on her way?

The pain's gone to my stomach.
Is it supposed to?

Yeah, that's perfectly normal.

Is it normal
to be three weeks early?

It's just happening a little faster
than expected, that's all.

Have you called Greg?
I need Greg here to count.

Tell me the obstetrician's coming.

Nelson, what's happening?

It's fine. Your husband wasn't
in the office, so I left a message.

Margot's just starting
an emergency caesarean.

I've only ever seen
one baby delivered, in training,

the day I decided
never to be a midwife.

Get a gown, goggles, gloves,
and an Open Care Centre.

Now, Jess.

We should get her to Delivery.

Something's wrong.

Nothing's wrong, Leigh.
This is a textbook labour.

Burn the textbook
because this sucks.

Delivering a baby in a lift
has limited appeal,

so get the gear and get it now.

Leigh.
This isn't meant to happen this way.

Listen to me.

I need my tapes and my oils,
and I need my husband.

You don't understand. I need Greg.

I do understand.
Believe me, okay?

But right now, your baby is coming
whether we like it or not, okay?

She and I need your help.
You with me?

Right. That's good.

The next contraction -

you know about breathing
through it and counting it?

I'm scared.

Come on. Don't be. You'll be cuddling
your baby before you know it.

He's supposed to be here.
He will, I promise.

It won't matter once he sees her
for the first time.

It won't matter
if she's delivered by courier.

Alright.

One, two...

That's the way.

That's it. That's it.

You're doing well.

So how's your day so far?

Not too bad.

That Spencer lecture
was rather interesting.

Not as good as he said he was.

I know.
He's a bullshitter, isn't he?

Spence.

Charlotte Beaumont.

Only two hours to go. That bar's
looking better by the minute.

You and I can talk about old times.

You and I don't have old times.

We could change that.

I wouldn't pin my hopes on that,
if I were you.

See how we go.

It's starting again.

Jessica will count you through
this one.

Tell me
when you feel the urge to push.

Get there and be supportive.
I need to examine her.

Okay.

One...

..two...

..three...

..four.

Okay. You're doing really well,
sweetie. You're doing well.

You're fully dilated, Leigh.

Can I ask a question?

Fire away.

Who is delivering my baby?

Until Margot gets here, I am.
We are.

You're not a doctor.

No, but I'm a midwife,
and I've delivered lots of babies.

I delivered my own daughter.
You're kidding?

No. And she's beautiful,
just like your baby's going to be.

It's starting again.
Okay, okay. Chin to chest.

Jessica will get on the bed
behind you

to support you in that position.

Okay, here we go. Push!

Push!

Here you go, sweetheart.

The doctor will be here
to see you soon.

If she gets any worse,
you come and get me straightaway.

MRS DAIKOS: Excuse me.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

Don't panic. Don't panic.

Oh, dear.

I'm going to have to give her
mouth-to-mouth.

(gasps)

A miracle.

It's been six hours.

It's not just my jaw and ear
that's aching,

it's my whole head.

I'm sure my blood pressure
is elevated.

Not as high as mine.

Now, listen, you stop hassling me,

you sit in that chair,
you let me get on with my job.

This is completely unacceptable.

You'll be reading about this
in the papers.

I'll call the television stations.
Look forward to it.

Quade, give me the good news.

Serum sodium levels normalising,

phenytoin levels
are within therapeutic ranges,

no further seizures.

He remains bradycardic however,
but normotensive.

I mean, are you getting him
out of here and up to ICU?

That's what we're doing.
Don't stop this time.

Jack, the Post-op patient,
she's not stabilising.

Here urine output's low,
despite the diuretics.

Has the surgeon been to see her?
No.

I'll be there soon.
You want me to take a look?

No. Thanks. Actually, you could
do this escort to ICU for me.

What?
Yeah.

See - getting the hang
of this surgical thing.

Here we bloody go. As if Hughes
isn't arrogant enough on his own.

Now I'll have both of them
poncing around.

Vincent isn't arrogant.

Look who's wearing
rose-coloured glasses.

What, no witty rejoinder, Cate?

Bite me, Frank.

It's burning!

That's perfectly normal.

That's good, Leigh.
That means it's almost over.

One more push
and we'll have bub's head out.

I can't. I'm too tired.

Big push.
Hold it as long as you can.

Please, make this stop!

That's it. You're almost there.

You keep frickin' saying that!

Hey, no talking. Just pushing.
We need all your energy.

Yes, good work, Leigh. Good work.

Stop. Stop now. That's it.

You continue breathing, okay?
No pushing. You understand me?

Alright. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait.

I can't help it!
Yes, you can.

I want an injection,
drugs, gas, something!

No need, Leigh.
We've got bub's head out.

What?!
The head's out?

Now for the shoulders.
Let's have the shoulders, Leigh.

Okay, gentle pushes,
no big ones, okay?

Alright. That's it.
That's it. Just a bit more.

That's it! Ah!

One perfect baby.

It's a girl.
Hello, little girl.

You better let Maternity know.

Greg's going to take one look at you
and fall completely in love.

Did you do that?

Yes, Frank. I did.

Thank you.

Hello, beautiful.

Wondered where you got to.

Any word on the Post-op patient?

Uh-uh.

Does Frank know
you're going through his books?

I practically ordered him to do
an escort while I figured this out.

Oh.

Some surgeon I'll make - I can't even
get blood pressure under control.

Speaking of surgeons,
maybe they left something in her.

Not likely.
There'd be other symptoms.

It's just... if there was some mention
of hypertension in the file,

that would explain it,
but there's nothing.

If it's not kidney disease,
then what else?

Hormonal disorder, corticosteroids,
cocaine, alcohol,

excessive amounts of licorice.

Licorice?

No more all-sorts for me then.

Hang on. Here we go.
Is she on oral contraceptives?

No. Not listed,
as far as I remember.

Okay. Back to square one.

I'm going to try
and get onto this surgeon -

that's if he answers his page.

Why don't you let Frank look at it?

Because, Dan,

he will do that look that he does
when you can't figure stuff out.

JACK: I realise this is the ED.

Well, I just need a surgeon
to come down and review her.

Okay. Thank you.

We had a baby, did we?

Apparently so.
I missed it.

Curtis is doing all our work for us.
He's drunk with power.

He was amazing.
I didn't even know he was a midwife.

Is he?

Yeah.
He's delivered dozens of babies.

Like I said -
drunk with power.

You should have seen it.
She was beautiful!

Are you getting clucky over there?

If I ever do,
it'll be under general anaesthetic.

The price of Eve's sin -
pain in childbirth.

Adam got off easy.

Rubbish - he was condemned
to hard labour for life like us.

You taking me home or what?
Let me get outta these scrubs.

It'd be quicker if I helped.

Is Vincent still here?
Just missed him.

He wouldn't be happy
to be called back. What's up?

Post-op splenectomy.

Her BP's still high, despite
having two doses of IV hydralazine,

and the Post-op UECs
show acute renal failure.

Alright. I'll have a look at her.

Thank you.

They naming the baby after you?

It was a girl, Frank.

So?

Mind you, with a name like Asva,
who could tell.

What?

With a name like Asva...

..who could tell.

You're pretty chuffed with yourself,
aren't you?

Yes, am I actually.

What if it had been a breach?
It wasn't.

What if it was?

Yeah, and what would you have done
if I wasn't there?

What doctors always do -
save the day.

The ED needs a nurse practitioner.

The ED needs more doctors.

I used to do this in the Territory.

Really?
Yeah.

Why can't I get accreditation
in this hospital?

(sighs)

Help free up doctors.

I don't need my doctors freed up.

You don't like nurses
cutting across your domain.

Most doctors don't,

and most don't have time
for these conversations.

Frank, even you couldn't put me
in a bad mood today.

Why don't you bugger off
to whenever nurses go

whilst doctors work overtime?

Thank you. I will.

I'm going to have dinner
with my family.

What are you two still doing here?

Aren't you supposed to be off
having a cocktail somewhere?

Yeah.
Yes.

So why are you still here?

I wanted to find out
why she's still hypertensive.

Yeah.
I've signed up for a double shift.

Look, her BP's coming down.

Oh, that's good.

In her old file says she
experienced post-op hypertension

following the removal
of her gallbladder

but it's not noted
in her current admission.

Last time, the hypertension subsided
after six hours

with antihypertensives.

Surprising, isn't it?

Thank you, Frank.

Looks like
you've wasted your night, boys.

Can I have some ice-cream?

You can't still be hungry,
sweetheart,

you just ate 47 pieces of pizza.

Did not.
Oh, yes, you did. I was counting.

47.

(whispers) 47.

Hey, you know, I was thinking about
painting this room.

What's your favourite colour?
Red.

Red?

A red bedroom. That would be
something, wouldn't it?

Sweetheart...

..can I ask you something?

You know I love you, don't you?

How would you feel
about coming here to live with me?

Find you a nice new school -
you'd make new friends.

We'd all be together -

you, me... Kerry.

Fozzo, of course.

We'd really like that.

But I don't want you to do anything
you don't want to.

We just want you to be happy.

I want to go home, please.

Sure.

Of course you can, baby.

Daddy...
Yeah?

You could come and live with me.

We'll talk about that tomorrow,
okay?

Goodnight, beautiful.
Goodnight.

Buy you a real drink,
Dr Beaumont?

Ah...

Sure. Margarita, thanks.

Two, thanks.

I'm sick of hearing my own voice.

So I was thinking
maybe you could entertain me

with information about you.

I'm not that interesting... really.

I can be the judge of that.

Let's start with, um...

..anything except work.

That narrows my subject matter
down to about zero.

Okay.

Movies?

I like those old black-and-white
gangster flicks.

I will watch anything

but only at a midnight session
or a weekend marathon.

Interesting.

Sports?

I'll play anything

but I'd rather have teeth pulled
than watch it on television.

Agreed.

I jog, I play squash occasionally -
not as often as I'd like.

Competitive woman. I like that.

(laughs)

This is a classic.

I don't suppose you've still got
this Army uniform, do you?

No, I don't.

What about the hat?

No, not even the hat.

Why?

God.

No reason. It's just -
you were very cute.

What do you mean "were"?

I wouldn't kick you out of bed -
uniform or no uniform.

Thanks very much,
considering it's my bed.

Come on, Cate, put down the photos.

No.

Put them down.

Who's this?

No-one.

Come on. Who is it?

Give me the photo.

Who is it?

Give me that.

Husbands? Boyfriends?

Sorry, I know -
that was me beating round the bush.

A very ex husband, if you must know.

"Very ex". Meaning?

It was a long time ago.
We were young. Your turn.

Never had the honour - too busy.
And now?

Not quite so busy.
Not quite so young.

I'm sorry.

You mentioned during your lecture
you'd been working overseas.

Uganda, Mozambique, Timor.

Not long back from the Sudan.

You name it, I've probably worked it.

That must be amazing.

It is.

But it comes at a price.

Still, it's the choice I made,
and I wouldn't swap it for a minute.

So, what will we drink to?

How about...

..choices?

Choices it is.