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FRANK: Can I have your attention?

I would like to propose a toast
to Kerry and Nelson.

ALL: Kerry and Nelson!

Nelson, you look fantastic.

Thank you, Jess.

Are you sure you're
ready for this, Curtis?

Never been more ready
in my life, Campion.

Kerry?

Stab wounds to chest, abdo.

Oh, Jesus.
Does Nelson know?

JACK: This doesn't look good.

Still working on her.

How bad is she?
Bad.

I don't know
what else to try.

You did your best, Vincent.

Promise you won't let her
put me on a ventilator.

No-one's saying anything
about a ventilator.

We want to
put you on oxygen.

I know. But promise me.
No ventilator, no matter what.

I promise.

Damian Trelawny, 28-year-old male,

severe chemical burns to both eyes
sustained from industrial explosion.

Left eye worse than right.

I'll be a dad today,
but I won't be there to see it.

Man, I am so sorry.

I'm still in love with you.

I told Kerry that I would
not let Colin hurt her.

Where does he live?

Listen to me.

Mate, where are you going?

Get out of my way!

Nelson!

If this happened to you and you knew
who'd done it, what'd you do?

I'd kill him.

LOUD POUNDING

COLIN: Go away.

POUNDING CONTINUES

I said piss off!

Remember me?

I didn't do it.

Didn't do what?

Get out of here!

I'll tell the police, okay?
I'll tell them everything.

It's too late.

Can I have your attention,
everyone?

I need an update on the patients we
have here from the factory explosion.

You're not on duty.
I'm on duty when I say so.

Is anyone looking for Nelson?

Yes, they are.
Damian Trelawny. Who's he?

He's mine. Sub-Acute 2. Ocular
burns. Suspected head injuries.

We've had trouble
controlling his pain.

We're waiting on the opthalmologist
and the neuro consult.

Anyone else?

We're looking after one
of the firies in Sub-Acute 4.

Smoke inhalation.
Charlotte's dealing with him.

Right. Is there anything else
I should know about?

Only one fatality so far,
a teenager.

His mate's post-op
with a liver laceration.

Should make a full recovery.

Then the police find out
why he started the fire.

Frank...how's Von?

Her niece has just been
stabbed to death, Jack.

How do you think she is?

Let's just try and get through today
as best we can, shall we?

Von. The police
need to examine her.

Come on. They've got
their job to do.

All this attention just for me?
I'm flattered.

Just try and keep still,
Michael.

I saw that look.

Okay. I think we should
stop fooling around here.

Don't tell me we've been
fooling around and I missed it.

Your breathing's getting worse
and you know it.

Your lungs are
filling with fluid.

The smoke you inhaled
this morning, plus the previous...

I got it. It's buggered me up
big time, I know. I got it.

Michael, I'm worried

you're developing acute
respiratory distress syndrome.

And if I am?

Could be fatal.

Whack me on a ventilator, bump me to
ICU and forget I existed? No, thanks.

Wherever you're getting your
information, it won't be like that.

Run whatever tests, but you're
not putting a tube down my throat

or putting me
on a breathing machine.

You promised me, Cate,
remember?

Can I have a word?

What was all that about?

Earlier he made me promise we
wouldn't, ventilate him and I did.

You had no right, Cate.

I was trying
to settle him down.

We weren't even discussing
ventilators at that stage.

It doesn't change the fact

that you shouldn't have
promised him anything.

I know.

Repeat the blood gases,
start him on IV Frusemide.

See if we can shift
some fluid from his lungs.

I'll call
the respiratory unit

and see if THEY
can talk some sense into him.

Keep trying
to get that mask on.

Those nasal prongs will
soon be completely useless.

They probably already are,
truth be told.

I'll chase up
his old records.

I heard every word,
you know.

You might
save us the trouble

by telling us why you
don't want to be ventilated.

I told you. I've seen
what it does to people.

Detective.

MAN: Dr Campion.

Your blokes found anything?

To be honest,

any evidence we get off
the body's likely contaminated.

Hey? We bagged
the wedding dress.

I saw that, same deal -
contaminated evidence.

The ambos and
you lot handled it.

Oh.

I need to take statements
from her aunt, her fiance.

DAN: Hey, Charlotte.

I know you're busy,
but Damian's still in pain.

I'll be there soon.

Want me to do it?
Not a surgical.

I got nothing else to do.
Thanks, Jack.

Your hands are full here.

You can say that again.

Use my office for interviews.
I'll let the staff know.

Thanks.
Oh, Detective.

I gave your mob
her ex's name, Colin Fenely.

Have they chased
that up?

I'm sure
the uniforms will.

Come on, mate, get up.
On your feet.

Get up!

Please...no more.

Is that what
Kerry said, Colin?

Did she already
have the wedding dress on?

Or was that your idea?

Did she?
I made her do it.

You sick bastard.

It doesn't matter what you do...

..because I win.

I win.

He's been on strict half-hourly
neuro obs for three hours,

we've been unable
to look at his pupils.

What about pain relief?

His pain's
pretty hard to control.

He was found unconscious
by the ambos,

so we've been pretty conservative
with the morphine so far.

Can you give me something,
please? Anything.

I don't care
if it puts me into a coma.

How's his GCS been?

15.
That's normal.

And his head CT was clear.

Okay. We'll start him on
a morphine infusion, 2mg every hour.

I'll write up a PRN dose,
1mg every five minutes.

We'll get that pain under control.
Hang in there.

Thanks.

Increase neuro obs to every
15 minutes, to be on the safe side.

Damian, just going
to look at your eyes.

You'll get those patches off
pretty soon, right?

We're working fast
as we can, Damian.

Oh!

I'll be right back, okay?

Listen, Dan,

has he been this agitated
since the admission?

He, uh, missed out on
seeing his son born today,

and I think he's
starting to understand

he might never
see the baby at all.

FRANK: You know, you don't always
have to be the strong one.

It's not expected.

I expect it.

You can grieve, Von.

What, Frank? What will it do?
Bring my niece back?

Nelson's got the right idea.
Just kill the bloody mongrel.

You winning, mate?
You winning?

You had enough?

I need an ambulance.

Colin Fenely, in his 30s.
Traumatic head injury.

He was unconscious and asystolic
at the scene.

Chest compressions had already
been commenced when we arrived.

Nelson was at the house.

And the cops?
Right behind us.

Grade 2 intubation on site,
size 8 ETT.

I've already paged the neuro reg.

You're with me,
sunshine.

Alright. On three.
One, two, three.

VINCENT: Colin, can you hear me?

Probably rib fracture left side,
abdo bruising evident.

Spinal precautions maintained.

Where's the neuro reg?

On their way.
Did Nelson do all this?

Jessica, let's
concentrate on the job.

Sorry, I can't.

It's hard, but we need you here,
and Nelson needs us to do this.

What've we got? Ooh.
A bloody mess by the look of it.

Someone said
it was assault?

VINCENT: Yeah.

What's his down time?

Couldn't find out how long,
but 15 minutes since we got to him.

Someone beat him to death?
That's nice.

Jess, check for
an output for me.

Okay, I've got a pulse.

He's bradycardic at 30.

Deanna, Atropine IV 1mg.

Left pupil's blown. Size 6,
unreactive. Right's size 3.

Slight reaction,
but nothing to write home about.

I need head CT
and full trauma series.

Sean Everleigh here.

I need a theatre on standby
for a likely cerebral bleed.

We're travelling CT now. Thanks.

You'll need a skull X-ray,
multiple views. Make a fist.

Ah, you know how
to do that, don't you?

You are a bloody idiot, Curtis.
This place is swarming with cops.

I don't care.

I'm going to get you
a lawyer.

You're not talking to the cops
without representation.

You think Kerry would
be pleased about this?

Leave it, Frank.

You up on an assault charge,
or worse? Hey?

I don't give a damn
what happens to me.

CATE: Try taking deep breaths
for me, Michael.

In through your nose,
out through your mouth.

That's the way.

Sats are at 89%.
Start him on a non-rebreather.

What are you doing?

We've got to get more oxygen
into you, Michael.

Just take some deep breaths.

That's it. Good man.

Sats are coming up. 90%.

Oh, that sucked.

Michael, we need
to discuss our options.

I've spoken to
the respiratory team, and...

No!
Hey. Listen to me.

I want to try something
called a Bi-Pap.

It's a machine that uses pressure
to assist you with each breath,

so that your oxygen
intake improves,

and hopefully some of that fluid
in your lungs will start shifting.

And how does it do that?

Via a mask, not a tube.

It's kind of like
a pilot's mask.

It's not a fashion statement
by any stretch,

but I'm sure
you'll make it look good.

Just as long as this doctor doesn't
talk about the bloody ventilator,

I'm...happy.

Michael,
you need to understand

that it's only a short-term
alternative to intubation.

If it doesn't work, then we're back
to talking about the ventilator.

I'll get it set up.

I need you
to help me, Michael.

I'm just trying to
get you through this, okay?

Thanks. I'll let him know.

Right turn, guys.
Theatre's waiting.

What's the story?
Not good.

Large left-sided fronto temporal
intra-cerebral bleed.

Are you going
down with them?

No. It's
a neurosurgical case now.

Besides, I've had enough
of this guy for one day.

If Colin dies,
then Nelson's going to...

Vincent, if you're following
your patient through, move it.

No, I'm not.

Mate, I'm really sorry.

Hold the doors.

Sorry about this, Damian,
but it's eye-drop time again.

Now, I just spoke
to your wife's nurse.

Lisa's feeding the baby,
but as soon as she's done,

they'll get her
to give you a call.

You haven't told her
about my eyes, have you?

No, mate. No.
She doesn't need to know.

No. Sorry.

What am I supposed to tell her?
That I might be blind?

We don't know that yet.
It's too soon to tell.

I'll talk to her
when I know I'm okay.

She's going to have
to find out sooner or later.

Well, it'll have to
be later, then, isn't it?

Okay. Here we go. Quick.

So, this son of yours.
Has he got a name?

Lisa wants Christopher.
I'd prefer Matthew.

Christopher Matthew -
best of both worlds.

What am I going to do, Dan?
I can't work like this.

We haven't got any savings
to keep us going.

How am I...

..going to support
a wife...

..and a child?

CHARLOTTE: We'll keep this on for an
hour, and then we'll reassess things.

Hang on, Michael.

I can't!

No, you've gotta
keep it on.

It's going to help you
to breathe more easily.

Can you sit forward
for me, Michael?

I'm sorry. Feels like
I'm suffocating with that.

Come on,

it's not that much different
to the masks you firies wear.

Oh, believe me,
it's different enough.

You can lie back now.

Didn't help.

You didn't have it on long enough
to make any difference.

I'm sorry, but this is
getting worse, not better.

Let us give you sedation
and put you on a ventilator.

How many times
do I have to say no?

I won't put my family
through this.

If I'm gonna die,
then let it be fast.

Put this thing back on.
I'll make it work.

Here we go.

That's the way.

I really wanted
to marry her, Von.

I guess Colin was right
about one thing...

..he wins.

He does not win.

She loved you.
You know that.

Is he improving at all?

His sats drop every time
I try take him off the Bi-Pap.

His lungs sound terrible.

Bi-basal creps, inspiratory
and expiratory wheezing.

His last blood gases indicate
increasing respiratory acidosis.

We're running out
of time here, Cate.

Pretty soon he won't
be able to breathe at all.

I know.

Look, I think I've worked out what
his problem is with the ventilator.

Well, I checked
his medical history

to see if he had experience
with ventilators, he hadn't.

No, this isn't
his medical history

and he wasn't the one
on the ventilator.

The day that Michael was
admitted with smoke inhalation,

the day of the bushfires,
another firie was also brought in.

He was admitted about
half an hour after Michael.

Also suffering
smoke inhalation.

According to
the medical history,

they attempted to take him
off the ventilator six times.

Every attempt failed.
He ended up back on the machine.

He died in ICU
eight weeks later.

"If I'm going to die,
let it be fast."

Isn't that what he said?

Well, that's exactly
what's going to happen

if we can't
talk him into treatment.

He's going to suffocate.

We know why you're
doing this, Michael.

You don't know
anything about me.

We know you weren't
the only one admitted to hospital

after the bushfires.

We know your colleague died
eight weeks later.

He wasn't my colleague...

..he was my best friend.

I'm sorry.

But, Michael, how does
killing yourself change that?

I never said it would.

You need to
be intubated, Michael,

otherwise you'll go
into respiratory arrest.

No!

I don't want my family
standing around my bed for weeks,

waiting for me to die.

It's not going
to be like that.

Oh, you can guarantee
that, Doc, can you?

There's no reason to think
that will happen to you.

I was there...

..with his family.

I watched my mate pissing into
a tube and being fed by another.

He was a proud man...

..and he was shitting in his bed.

So don't tell me
what might happen.

Come on, let me
put this on you.

Your friend was badly affected by the
smoke and he had previous scarring.

Like the scarrings
on my lungs,

like the ones you picked up
on my X-rays, right?

I'll admit that does
complicate the situation,

but you're 20 years younger.

You're fit. There's no
history of asthma.

They tried to take him off the
ventilator five, six times, maybe...

..and every time,
his family's hopes went up...

..and when it failed
and he went back on the machine...

..I watched his family
die a little.

I will not torture the people
I love like that, no way.

No way, Cate.

No way. No way.

Listen to me.

Michael, it's okay.

We won't make you do anything
that you don't want to do.

Damian, what have you done?
I can't stand it, Dan.

I just want to be able
to see my wife and my son.

Okay. Okay, come on.

Why can't someone tell me
if that's ever going to happen?

Listen to me. Listen.

You need to stay in bed
and you need to stay still

and you need
to stay calm.

Do you understand?

What does it matter?

It matters because
we have to protect your eyes.

You keep this up,
you could do more damage.

This will need re-suturing.

Can you do that?

I just need an answer, Dan.
That's all I'm asking.

And I'm going
to get you one.

Okay. Let's get you back up
on the bed. Come on. Legs up.

I know what the Registrar said.

Can you give me a break?

Yeah, well,

he's not watching this poor guy
trying to rip his eyeballs out,

is he?

Listen to me.

You either send someone down now
or I'm taking him up there.

You have five minutes.

So are they coming down?

(sighs) Yeah.

Hey.

How did Colin's surgery go?

It's still going.

They evacuated the haematoma.
There's a lot of oedema. Um...

It's going to be a tough recovery,
if he recovers at all.

It's likely he's got
a hypoxic brain injury.

Are you gonna tell
the police who did it?

You were the attending doctor,
so by law...

Look, Jess, I just treated
an assault victim, okay?

It's not my problem
how he got here.

We all know how
he got here, Vincent.

No, no, no. We assume we know, and
that's quite different to knowing.

A lot of assumption
going on here today.

Well, Nelson assumed
Colin was the murderer.

Yeah, with good reason.

But no proof.
What if he was wrong?

The coroner's come to take Kerry.
Close those curtains.

I love you.

Go and get cleaned up, mate.

Come on, come on. Back to work.

CHARLOTTE: Okay. Thanks.

Did you get onto
the respiratory team?

Unless Michael
agreed to be intubated,

all we can do is continue
the non-invasive therapy.

Well, we should document
his wishes, then.

No.

Sorry?

No.

Charlotte, he couldn't
have been more clear

about what he will
and won't consent to.

And he is basing
that decision

on something that may not
even be relevant to him.

Well, get a psych consult.

MACHINE BEEPS
Shit.

I'll get the arrest trolley.

Sats are at 84%.

Michael, you've got
to let us intubate, please.

Michael? Michael?

Michael?

Michael, come on.
Talk to me.

I'm intubating. Size 8 tube.

You can't.

Sux and thio, Cate.

It's against his wishes
and you know it, Charlotte.

Keep him on the Bi-Pap.
We can increase his IV diuretics.

Either help or get out!

Charlotte, you cannot do this.

What's going on?

Dr Beaumont is intubating
against the patient's wishes.

Get me the documentation
on that and I'll step back.

Otherwise, I need
a laryngoscope now, Deanna.

Is she right? Did the patient
refuse this treatment?

Of course he bloody did.

He didn't know
what he was saying.

What the hell
do you think you're doing?

Saving a patient's life.
Against his wishes.

I did what I needed to, Frank.

I want an incident report
in my hand in 10 minutes.

Charlotte, I'm sorry, but...

Dr Campion, I got conflicting
stories when I stepped in to help.

Has ICU been informed?

I've just let them know.
What else needs to be done?

Nothing much we can do,
now that he's been intubated.

The next move
will be up to his family.

Where's Beaumont?

I'm not sure.

Find her and bring her to my office.
Both of you too, now.

The detectives are in there.

Common Room. Five minutes.

You can't blame Charlotte.

I mean, how can we justify
keeping Colin alive

and not trying
to save this guy?

Explain yourself.

There was no documentation
saying he'd refused intubation.

Don't play semantics
with me, Beaumont.

There's a big difference
between ethical and legal,

you damn well know it.

What about you?

Why weren't the
patient's wishes documented?

Look, Frank,
it was a complicated situation.

Because I didn't
document them.

Cate wanted to, but I thought I
could talk him into giving consent.

Did anybody organise
a psych consult?

No, we didn't
get a chance to.

Is that correct?

We were in the process of
discussing one when he crashed.

Get out. You too.

Close the door behind you.

Charlotte, you know what
really disappoints me about this,

is that you used not one but
two nurses for your little stunt.

Michael had the wrong idea.

If I'd had time, I could've
convinced him to give consent.

You didn't
have time, did you?

What you had was a patient
who was refusing treatment.

I know.

Do you have any idea
how ugly this could get?

It wasn't pretty
to begin with, Frank.

And I will take
full responsibility.

Damn right you will.

Whether you like it or not,
a patient may refuse treatment.

I know.

I-I screwed up, okay?
I know.

His family's
on the way in.

I suggest you
get your act together

and decide what the hell
you're going to tell them.

MAN: What time did you hear these
noises from your niece's room?

I don't know.
It was early.

What was on the radio
when you turned it on?

The news. The explosion
about the paint factory.

And then
what did you do?

Um...I got up, showered.

You didn't think
to check on her?

Well, obviously not,
or we wouldn't be here, would we?

I thought it was
her fiance in there.

Nelson Curtis?

How do you know it wasn't?

What are you suggesting?

I'm not suggesting
anything. I'm asking.

How do you know
it wasn't him this morning?

Because Kerry's dead, and there's
no way he's responsible for it.

So you got up, showered
and then what?

I, uh, went to pick up
the flowers for the wedding.

I, um, called out to Kerry
I'd meet her at the hairdressers.

Did she answer you
on that occasion?

No.

Alright, Ms Ryan,
you said before

that you believe Colin Fenely is
responsible for your niece's death.

Why do you think that?

He wanted her back.

Hardly cause for murder.

There was a history of abuse
in the relationship.

Given all this,
why didn't you check on her

when she didn't
answer your call

and when you heard
noises from her room?

I'll be asking myself that
for the rest of my life, Detective.

I'm so sorry, Charlotte.

Forget it.

I can't forget it.
I know I made a mistake.

Damn right you did.

By making him
that promise,

you sent the message it was okay
for him to refuse the ventilator.

No, I didn't.

And you stopped any hope I had
of changing his mind.

Dr Beaumont, if you have
a problem with one of my nurses,

then please speak
to me about it.

I've said all I need to.

Look, Deanna, I really appreciate
you sticking up for me, but...

..I had that under
control, really.

I want to get
back to work.

My turn to talk,
yours to listen.

I know we're all under
a lot of pressure here, Cate,

but I will not have one of my
nurses forgetting their place here.

What place would that be?

We are here to support the patients
and to back up the doctors -

nothing more,
nothing less.

In what century?

Look, whether
you like it or not,

I'll be in charge here
the next couple of weeks,

maybe even longer, seeing what's
happening with Nelson at the moment.

So I will not have you
or any member of my nursing staff

making me look bad.

You walk away from me,

you may as well keep on walking
right out of the department,

right out of your job.

Let's just get one thing
straight here, boss.

I'll support the doctors
to the best of my ability

because they're good doctors,
not because they're my superiors,

and I'll do whatever it takes
to help a patient.

But I'm not employed
to make you look good.

Cate. A word of advice.

Don't screw with me.

Whatever.

That hurts.
Almost done.

There. Pressure's normal
in both eyes.

Okay. Lie back.

So it's good news? I'll be able
to see out of my right one.

The opthalmologist
explained all this, Damian.

There's no guarantee you'll regain
full sight in that eye either.

There is a chance
you'll regain some vision, though.

How come it still hurts?

There's probably
some tissue damage.

Now, we'll continue
with the morphine

and I'll write him up for
the non-steroidal anti-inflammatory.

When will we know, for sure?

We can't give you
an exact time frame.

I wish we could.

Okay, so what we'll do
is re-suture this head wound

and I'll admit you
to the ward.

Hey. I've been waiting all day.

Take a guess, lie to me
if you want to. It doesn't bother me.

It's not like I can tell
by looking at you.

Well, I don't lie to people.

We'll have a much better
idea about your long-term situation

within 48 hours.

Thank you. That's all I need.

Hey, Dan.
Yeah, I'm here.

Do you think
I could speak with my wife now?

Absolutely.

Hey, I think we can
do better than that.

How the hell am I going to
explain this to my daughter?

Damian up for a visitor?

Sure.

Where the hell did you get to?
Speak to my wife?

Yeah, well, I thought I'd
bring you a surprise first.

You're making me nervous.
What are you up to?

You ready?

I thought you might like
to meet your son.

Is everything okay?

Yeah, he's perfect.
He looks just like you.

Oh, he's so tiny.

How did you manage to get him here?

I taught him to walk. And I have
exceptional people skills.

Oh, you mighty little thing.

Oh, you beautiful little thing.

Any idea when Colin Fenely's
likely to regain consciousness?

He has serious
head injuries.

He'll be unconscious
for at least the next 72 hours.

The swelling around
his brain has to subside.

So I'm unlikely to be able
to interview him for days?

I would say weeks,
Detective.

Is there anything else
I can help you with?

No. Oh, there is
one more thing.

Any information
you can give us

on who might be responsible
for the assault on Fenely?

I'm responsible.

JESS: What happened with Nelson?
He's being processed.

Can we organise bail or whatever
we need to do to get him out?

No, Jess.

We can't just
leave him there.

It's what he wants.

Right.

Is Von okay?

She will be.

I'll get us another drink.

I'll clear these.

So why wouldn't Nelson
want to be bailed out?

He's probably scared
he'll start drinking again.

Nelson's got
a drinking problem?

What did you do?
Nothing.

I know that face.
You've put your foot in it somehow.

Just drop it, Dan.

DAN: Oh, God.

We should be at the reception.

Yep.

So how did you go
with your fireman's family?

They're upset,
as you'd imagine,

but they're grateful he's got
a chance on the ventilator.

I don't think Michael's
going to be quite so grateful.

Strange to be feeling bad
about saving someone's life.

I know, but I do.

Medically,
you made the right call.

Ethically, I didn't.

Vincent, about
what you said today...

You know, I just wanted
to be honest with you, that's all.

I didn't ask for anything,
I didn't expect anything.

Actually, that's
not entirely true.

I guess I expected
some answers from you.

Don't do this.

You just keep
changing the rules.

Rules? What rules?

The rules you set
when you asked me for a divorce.

"I'm gay," you said.
"We don't have a marriage anymore."

Remember saying that?
For Christ's sake!

Charlotte, I kept my mouth shut
through the whole Jack business,

and when Spence
turned up, it was...

You've no right to ask this,
you know that?

After all this time, I've got
a right to know why you walked out.

Fine. You want to know?

I needed more from you
than you could give.

I needed intimacy.

We had intimacy.
No. We had sex.

So I found someone who could give me
what I wanted in a relationship,

and that someone
happened to be a woman.

Our marriage was killing me,
Vincent, and you couldn't see it.

FRANK: Everyone.
DAN: Hey, Sean.

What are we celebrating?

Uh, we lost a friend today.

Oh. Sorry to hear that.

As the Irish say, don't mourn
the death - celebrate the life.

So, it's my shout.

Get something expensive.
He can afford it.

CATE: What do you reckon?
DAN: Tequila shots?

# Hey, does it ever make you wonder
what's on my mind?

# I was only ever running
back to your side

# I never cry

# I just watched my life go by

# It's just a pack of lies

# 'Cause you're leaving me behind

# Why, after this long
is there nothing I'll keep?

# Oh, I can share

# You'll pretend
you're falling asleep

# I never lie, yeah,
believing that you're mine

# It's just a waste of time

# 'Cause you're leaving me behind

# Hey

# There's not a cloud in the sky

# It's as blue as your goodbye

# And I thought that it would rain

# On a day like today

# Hey

# There's not a cloud in sight

# It's as blue as your blue goodbye

# And I thought that it would rain

# The day you went away #

On three.
On three.

DAN: One, two, three.

Oh, nice.

Okay. Here we go.

Another round.

CATE: Oh, no, you can't do this.
DAN: Another round?

Oh, my God. Here we go.

Game on.

Oh, I'm so going to be
feeling this tomorrow!

Oh, Jess!

We're never going to be allowed
back here again.

Can't believe you just spewed!