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Everything? Got your bag and stuff?
Yeah.

Hey, big fella.
Denis. Jacqueline.

I'd like to get out of this car
sometime before my due date, Denis.

I'm just trying to help, that's all.
Thank you.

(Groans)
Shit.

TYRES SQUEAL

FRANK: Bloody hell.
JACQUELINE: Oh, my God.

Denis, quick. Call the E.D.,
tell 'em what's going on.

Yeah, OK.

Denis, be careful.
Jesus.

Mate, can you hear me?
Can you hear me?

Yeah, hi. It's Denis Pool
from maintenance.

We got a big problem
down in the southern car park.

JACQUELINE: What happened to him?

Tell 'em he's bleeding from
his abdomen. Probably gunshot wounds.

A bloke's been shot. There's...
Oh, there's heaps of blood.

There's blood everywhere.

He's breathing, got an output.
That's good.

No, tell them, you goose!
He's breathing. He's got an output.

Give me that.
Here, Frank. Is he dead?

Press on that.
Don't stop pressing until I tell you.

Come on!
There's so much blood!

Be careful.
Don't get any blood on you.

Get a move on! He's in a bad way.
They're already on their way.

Keep the pressure on, Denis.

Can you hear me, mate?
What's your name?

Come on, what's your name?

Just gotta roll him over, mate.
Keep the pressure on.

You took your bloody time!

We got here as fast as we could.
What's the score?

He's bleeding from the abdomen.

Three entry wounds, two exit.

Good man, Denis.

Thanks, Denis. I can take over.
Yeah.

You take Denis and his girlfriend
back inside.

I'll take the airway.

She's pregnant. He's a goose.
Gotcha.

Let's get a line in.
Do we have a name?

No. Haven't had time
to go through his pockets.

Let's hope I can find a vein.
He's already shut down.

I'm just gonna put this mask
on your face, mate.

OK, I'm in.
Let's get him inside.

Oh, what a mess.

Frank, his BP's dropping.
It's 90 on 40.

Sats are 96 on oxygen.
And he's tachycardic.

Someone's made
a hell of a mess of him.

They certainly did.
Like me to put these bloods up?

No, put up another bag of gel
and run it straight in.

Sure.
We'll keep the bloods on stand-by.

Need my help?
No. You're off-duty.

Frank, I'm fine.
You've just done a night shift.

Keep the pressure on those wounds.
Yep.

Alright, I'll get onto Radiology
for you, then.

Thanks. And then go home and get
some sleep. I won't tell you again.

Second line's in. I'll send off an
FBC, group and hold, and crossmatch.

Let's get him an ADT
and some antibiotics.

Just got me.
I was halfway out the door.

Well, your timing could be better.

You could have taken the drive-by
delivery in the car park instead.

Got to be major vessel involvement,
the way he's bleeding.

Three entry wounds, two exit.
Not what I want to hear.

Got a name?
No ID. Nope.

Frank, the police are here.
They want to talk to you.

You've got this in hand, I take it?
Yeah, sure.

Go home, Beaumont.

Mike, Radiology are ready for you
when you are.

We'll handle it upstairs. Let's get
him intubated, ready to travel, eh?

There's a bullet inside him.
Surely you want to find it first.

Love to, but I don't
have that luxury.

Mike, without the pictures,
we're flying blind.

I've had two hours sleep, seven
hours in surgery. Give me a break.

Come on, everyone. Let's move.

Good luck.

Uh, thanks.

The midwife said to go straight up,
no waiting.

Yeah.
LIFT GEARS GRATE

Ooh. That didn't sound good.

Yeah, I'll get onto that
as soon as I sort my princess out.

Jacqueline's blood pressure's normal

and she's got an appointment with
the obstetrician upstairs anyway.

Good work. Better they
handle it than we do.

Don't forget about
the car's numberplate.

I'll let the police know. I can't
believe you managed to remember it.

They told me you're
feeling alright, Jacqueline.

Course she is. Take more than a bit
of blood to knock my girl for a six.

Isn't that right, sweetie? Eh?

What about you, Denis?

Me? (Laughs) Oh, yeah.

Right as rain.

Tough as nails.

You don't work in a hospital
for as long as I have

without picking up a few pointers

on how to handle yourself
in an emergency.

Yeah. Anyway, can't dawdle here
all day. I'll...

(Laughs) I'll, uh...

See ya.
LIFT DINGS

Thanks for looking after her.
LIFT GEARS GRATE

Oh. Yeah, I'll...
I'll get straight onto that.

I promise.
Yeah, I'm not getting in there.

What?

I'm not gonna get stuck
in a broken lift, Denis.

Jacqueline,
it's three storeys to Obstetrics.

I'll take the stairs.

Princess, wait.
I like him.

What?
Well, I do.

He loves her.
That much is obvious.

And he can't wait
for the baby to be born.

He'll faint at the first contraction.

JACK: What about
the remaining bullet?

From the entry wound, it looks like
it's lodged in the posterior abdo.

Oh, we'll worry about that later.

First thing is to stabilise him,
arrest the haemorrhage in the liver.

And at the risk of repeating myself,
a CT would have been nice.

Mike?

What is it?

I was just thinking, why don't you
take the lead on this one?

Really?

Don't want me to
hold your hand forever, do you?

No, it's just... It's just...

It's complex surgery.

All the more reason for you to do it.

Don't panic, Jack.
I'll be right with you.

LIFT CHIMES

Wow. Look at you
in your new uniform.

Watch out nobody throws up on you.

Ha! Alright.

Hey, Von, you know
this new job of yours?

Transitional care?

It's not gonna take you away
from the E.D., is it?

It's just that you're
a really good nurse

and I'm gonna be around here
a whole lot more,

I hope, so...

I'd miss you.

No, I'm still a nurse.
I'm still employed by the E.D.

You?

You're not gonna get rid of me
that easily.

Well, that's good.

Uh, listen, I'll be in Outpatients.

I've got a few things
I need to collect for my new office.

Oh, Dr Campion will be thrilled that
you get an office all to yourself.

Yes. Oh, he'll have to
live with it, won't he?

What does she mean?
Who'll have to live with what?

What's she on about?
I'm really not sure, Dr Campion.

Well, whatever it is,
I bet it involves a memo.

At this rate, I'll have to
actually read the damn things.

That'd be a good idea.

Hey, has Charlotte gone?
Yeah.

Ah. There's a girl in Subacute
I wanted her to have a look at.

Well, I'll see her for you.
Sorry, Bart.

Need a female doctor on this one.
Patient's request.

Suspected forearm fracture.

But more importantly, she's 17 and
hasn't starting menstruating yet.

So, um, you sure she won't
deal with me or Everleigh?

Or me?
No way.

It's not ideal, but maybe we can
see if Charlotte will come back in.

Not an option.

Well, I could sort out
the fractured arm at least.

That'd be alright, wouldn't it?
Yep. Thanks.

And what about her other concerns?
Leave it with me.

I'll see what I can do.
Thanks, Frank.

Hmm.

Liver's a mess.

Uh, should we try and pack it
or resect and repair?

REGGAE MUSIC PLAYS

Turn the music off, will you, please?

(Turns off music)
How's the BP?

ANAESTHETIST: Dropping fast.
OK.

We've got to identify

any large vessels
crossing the tear in the liver

and ligate them.

JACK: Another clamp.

You right?

Suction.

Oh.

Why do you reckon they dumped him?
Drugs or gangs?

Jack, concentrate, will you?

LIFT GEARS GRATE

Thank you, God. Hello.

Hi. Hey, someone better
take a look at that lift.

It sounds like it's gonna
fall apart any second.

I'll get right onto it.
Anything else I can help you with?

Actually, there is.
I'm looking for Frank Campion.

Oh, right. Well, you've
come to the right place. Frank!

Zoe.
Zoe.

Long time, no see.
Yes, it is.

Are you psychic, or did someone
tell you I was back in the country?

Aha!
(Both laugh)

Bugger off, Goldman.
Absolutely.

This is a lot bigger E.D. than the
last one you and I crossed swords in.

It certainly is, isn't it?
Mmm.

Come with me.
OK.

Nurses' station. Resus.

You still fencing?

Oh, I've done a little bit.
(Laughs)

What about you?

How's that?

Taylor?
Yeah, it's OK.

Thanks.

Now, you need
to organise an appointment

with the fractures clinic.

Now, Ricky can
organise that for you.

Over-the-counter pain relief
should take care of the rest.

Hi. I'm Zoe Gallagher.

Erica and Bart.

Nice to meet you both.
And you must be Taylor.

That's me.

Let's have a look.

This looks good.

You should have got a coloured one,
to match the sports gear.

That'd be like cheerleader lame.

Oh, cheerleader lame -
that sounds bad.

Oh, it is, trust me.
Well, I'll leave you to it, then.

Thanks, Bart.

You're a doctor, right?

Yeah, that's what it says
on my degree.

It's in fancy writing too -
very impressive.

Now, what's going on?

Taylor's a bit concerned
that she hasn't had her period yet.

Well, it's not unusual

for girls to start menstruating
in their late teens, Taylor.

I'm sure Erica explained that to you.

She did, yeah.

But it's just that all my friends

have been having their period
for years.

And I'm the only one
who hasn't started yet.

Taylor plays hockey, so I was
wondering about special diets -

a deficiency that's delaying things.

Good thought. And...?

Well, I'm not on any special diets.

Mum says I eat like a horse.

And she'd know -

she makes these meals big enough
to feed a whole herd of them.

Borsch and dumplings and kissel.

Kissel?
Yeah, it's pudding.

Is your family from Poland?
Yeah, well, Mum is.

Taylor, what's your
training schedule like?

It's just
that heavy physical activity

can sometimes throw
the menstrual cycle out, that's all.

It's not like I'm
in the Olympics or anything.

It's just a couple of training
sessions a week and then one game.

And I don't suppose you know
when your mother started her periods?

Yeah, like that's something
we talk about at breakfast.

(Laughs) OK. Well, you seem to be
very healthy and active.

So it's probably just a case

of the hormones taking a little
longer to kick in than most girls.

Yeah. It's nothing to be
embarrassed about.

I'm not embarrassed about it.

It's just...

Taylor, I want to help you.
And so does Erica.

But we can't do that unless you
tell us exactly what's going on, OK?

It really hurts when I have sex.

Then we'll do a full check-up
and make sure there's nothing wrong.

Deal?
Thank you.

Great.

I can't see anything.
Can't stop this bleeding.

Suction.
(Activates suction)

There it is. Mike, can you clamp it?

Mike, I need the clamp.

Hey, did you hear me?
I've got blood everywhere.

Mike, clamp!

ANAESTHETIST: BP's dropping.

Where are you going?

Mike!

Jack, kid's bleeding out here.

Alright, get some FFP and blood
and run those bags straight through.

Hey, what are you doing?

How's he doing?
I can't sustain him much longer.

OK, somebody get
another surgeon in here.

OK, what do I need to do?

Control the bleeding from
the hepatic artery and portal vein,

assess and repair.

Timing - how often
to release the clamp?

15 minutes. Release it
every 15 minutes.

Jack, we're losing him.
Yeah, I know!

Where the hell is Mike?

(Sighs)

How come you need so much blood?

Oh, we test for different things -

like thyroid, kidney function,
hormone levels.

All done.
I don't get it.

How would any of those things
make it hurt to try and have sex?

Was it your first time?

Yeah, I wanted to keep trying,

but my boyfriend, he couldn't,
you know...

He just wouldn't go in properly.

That could have just been
inexperience.

He said it felt all wrong.

Taylor, for a lot of women,
their first sexual experience

can be very uncomfortable,

even painful.

You're just saying that
to try and make me feel better.

Yes, we are,
but Dr Gallagher's right.

It's not at all like it is
in the movies, Taylor.

I remember my first time was awful.

I was completely in love
with this guy

and I thought it was gonna be
the most amazing night of my life.

Big mistake.

It was awkward and uncomfortable

and it was all over
in about five seconds.

(All laugh)

We were both so embarrassed,
we never spoke to each other again.

So you really think that's what it
could be - like, a first-time thing?

It's possible, yeah.
And if it's not?

If...there is
something wrong with me?

Then these tests that we're running,
they'll let us know.

And just to put your mind at rest,
we can do an internal examination,

if you're comfortable with that,
of course.

Mmm.

OK, yes. Please.

Just to be sure.

Great.

How are we going for time?
ANAESTHETIST: Not good.

There's no improvement in his obs.

What the hell am I doing wrong?

Control the bleeding,
pack around the liver,

then find out
where the hell it's coming from.

Where the hell were you?
You're doing fine, Jack. Keep going.

(Sighs)

We haven't heard yet.

He's still in surgery.
Well, what about the police?

I mean, did they track down
the car that dumped the poor man?

Sorry, Jacqueline. Sometimes
they tell us what the end result is.

Sometimes we have to wait for
the evening news like everyone else.

DENIS: Alright,
I'm shutting this one down.

If you need it, speak now
or forever hold your peace.

Any takers? No?

Good.

She's out of action.

Hey. What'd the baby quack say?

Well, I didn't see the obstetrician.
She's in theatre delivering twins.

But the midwife says
everything's where it should be

and, um, we're on
the home stretch now.

You getting nervous, Denis?
No, no.

What's there to get nervous about?

I mean, women do this
thousands of times a day, right?

In rice fields, on buses.

Listen, mate, what's happening
with this bloody lift?

If I get stuck in there with a
Resus patient, you'll know about it.

Yeah, no worries.

I'm onto the lift maintenance guys
as a matter of urgency.

Touch these little numbers
without the right credentials

and it's all over, red rover.

You know what I mean?
No. Not really.

Oh.

Well, I'll just, uh, get the...

Yep, you do that.
Yep.

Anything wrong?

I don't know how to tell him, but I
don't want him in the birth with me.

Oh.

His heart's in the right place,

but he just doesn't know
when to shut up.

Hadn't noticed.

We got kicked out
of birthing classes -

two different birthing classes,
actually.

He asked if the fathers were allowed
to have drugs during the delivery.

Well, he wouldn't be the first
to ask that.

But he was serious.

He even threatened to take the nurse
to the Equal Opportunities Tribunal.

Oh.

That's when she asked us to leave.
Well...

Dads get nervous too.

I guess so.

Hey, princess.
You going home or what?

Yes, Denis, I'm going home.
Oh, OK.

Hey!

Yeah, you hang in there, slugger,
and Dad'll be home early tonight.

And we'll talk about
how big Mum's backside is.

(Laughs) That'll be fun,
won't it? Hey?

See you at home, Denis.
See you. See you.

You hear that, Campion? (Laughs)

I call her J.Lo these days.

It's a... It's a joke.
Oh.

She loves it. (Laughs)

The... Yeah, yeah. They'll...
they'll be here in a minute.

I'll get these bloods sent off.
Thanks.

Uh, Taylor's vagina is blind.

Hmm.
What?

It doesn't go anywhere.
It's about 5cm long.

And there's no cervix - nothing.

No wonder she's not menstruating.
Mmm.

How does that happen?
Some sort of birth defect?

I have no idea.

Any other abnormalities?

Uh, breast development
appears to be normal,

but she does have
slightly juvenile nipples.

There's a lack of pubic hair.

Physically,
she's almost prepubescent.

Mmm.

Are we looking at something like
hermaphroditism?

Possibly.

There's also inguinal palpable masses
in the abdomen.

So I'll need to do an ultrasound.
I'll organise that.

You want me to call Gynaecology
for a review?

Thanks, Bart.

Hi. This is Erica...

I've never seen
anything like this before, Frank.

What about her family?
Have we contacted them?

Maybe they can shed some light
on the situation.

School phoned her mother.
She's on her way in.

And how am I supposed to find out
about the girl's medical history

while respecting
patient confidentiality

and not tell the mother
why I'm asking?

Be creative.
Gynaecology will be down soon.

Thanks, Bart.

Uh, Zoe, this is Taylor's mum,
Greta.

GRETA: I got here
as soon as I could.

Is Taylor alright? What happened?

I'm Dr Gallagher, Zoe.

Um, Taylor has suffered from
a simple fracture to the forearm.

We've plastered that
and she should make a full recovery.

(Sighs) A broken arm?

She's got her hockey finals
coming up in a fortnight.

She'll be devastated.

I'll take you to see her
in a second,

but I need to talk to you
about a couple of things.

I'd just like to take her home,
if that's OK.

Mrs Patterson, why don't we
take a walk? Just this way, please.

TELEPHONE RINGS

I need to know about Taylor's
medical history, Mrs Patterson.

What for?

Well, it's just that
Taylor's a little concerned

that she hasn't had her periods yet,

and I was wondering

if there were any medical problems
we should be aware of.

Is that all? I guess
she's just a late bloomer.

It's all the sport she plays,
I guess.

And I hear it can delay things.

Yeah, yeah, it can,
but I was wondering,

is there anything else
out of the ordinary?

Look, if there's anything else,
I can sort it out with our GP.

He's been our doctor
since Taylor was a baby

and I'd rather he dealt with it.

Yeah, yeah, of course.

Look, it's just that Taylor
might be a little uncomfortable, um,

talking to a man about her concerns.

You know what teenagers
are like sometimes.

Yes, I do. And I take care of it.

Now, when can I take Taylor home?

Uh, well, as soon
as we've done an ultrasound

and a gynaecologist has seen to her -
it won't be long.

I didn't give permission
for any of this to happen.

No, no, Taylor did.

Well, this is completely out of
the question. The answer is no.

I'm sorry?
No tests. No doctors.

And, um, if you don't mind,
I have to see my daughter.

MIKE: He'll need regular
liver-function tests,

and he's pretty high risk
of post-op infection,

so keep an eye on that.

What the hell was all that about?

Are you sick or something?

You did just fine.
Don't worry about it.

The consultant walked out in the
middle of major abdominal surgery.

You tell me
not to worry about it?

If I didn't think you could
handle it, I wouldn't have left.

Why'd you leave?

Mike!

Where were you?

Because if that was
some kind of bizarre test

you just put me through,
it sucked, OK?

And you put a patient's life
at risk.

SIREN WAILS IN THE DISTANCE

Hello, Von. Help, please.

Oooh!

Rightio.
Oh, Von...

I'm here. I've got you.

My waters have broken and...

Come on. Let's sit you down.

(Groans)

Oh, these contractions started
all of a sudden and...

..well, there was no
10 minutes apart to it.

It's not supposed to be
happening this fast, is it?

Babies come when they decide.
(Groans)

Take some deep breaths for me.

(Breathes deeply)
Good. Good.

I'm just gonna get us some help.
Oh, no.

Please don't leave me here.

No, I'm not going anywhere.
I'll just get some help.

Hey, Rodney? A wheelchair.

Come on.
No, don't leave me here.

Please! Oooh!

What's happened?
Labour's started.

Waters have broken, contractions
strong, three minutes apart.

Princess?
Just hold your horses, Denis.

Just give us a chance to find out
what's going on.

OK. I'm right here, Jacqueline.
Anything you need, you just ask.

I'll make it happen.
You know I will.

She'll be right, mate.
She'll be right.

Homer, I've got a job for you.

Get onto the delivery suite,
tell them what's going on.

Are we delivering a baby down here?

No, no, no, these are those
'brachiosaura-nicks' things.

Practice labour.
He's talking about Braxton Hicks.

And no, we're not delivering a baby
down here, not if I can help it.

Now, you let me take care of her.

You just concentrate on
getting that lift going.

Aye, aye, skipper.

JACQUELINE: Ohhhh!

Yes, yes. Come on,
breathe through it.

Breathe through it.

(Breathes deeply)
Better. That's the way.

There was no warning. Ohhh!

Now, Jacqueline, listen to me.
(Breathes deeply)

The baby's well on its way,

so there's a good chance
we'll have to deliver it down here,

do you understand?

Now, I'm keeping Denis busy.
Where is he? I want him with me.

I thought you didn't want him
to come to the birth.

I know what I said, but I love him
and I want him here.

Alright. Alright. Alright.

Argh! Oooh!
Easy.

Good. I'm gonna get you into a gown.

Oh, Von, I'm scared.

I didn't think it'd be this bad.

Oh, no, you'll be fine.

Soon as you're holding
that baby in your arms,

you'll be wondering what
all the fuss was about.

Oooh!

Hey, Jack. How are things
going with the gunshot victim?

He's in ICU.

Bullet was lodged in
his retroperitoneum

but we managed to get it out
without too much trouble.

Cool.

Actually, I managed to get it out.

Is Mike giving you the lead
at the table again?

Jesus, you're gonna be a surgeon
before we know it, Jack.

He walked out in the middle
of the operation, Cate.

Just...walked out,
left me there to handle it myself.

Why would he do that?

I'm up to my armpits
in the patient's abdomen,

multiple traumas to the gut, no idea
what I'm supposed to be doing,

and he just...10 minutes later,

he walks back in like
nothing's happened.

I wanted to deck him.
(Laughs)

Maybe he's just trying to test you.

On a procedure that complex?
Give me a break.

You know, if something
had've gone wrong, Cate,

the patient would be dead.

I'd be fired and so would Mike.

You know, I can't wait for Vincent
to get back from Canada.

Whoa.

I think Jack's just resigned

as president of
the Mike Vlasek fan club.

I'm sure Mike would've had
a good reason for doing it.

I mean, he's not an idiot.

Fine. You take over
as president, then.

See if I care.

We will talk about it
when we get home, OK?

I don't want to wait
until we get home.

I want to know what's
going on with me.

Nothing is going on. Enough.

Uh, Taylor, they're ready for you
in Ultrasound now, hmm?

I told you, we are not
doing any more tests.

Yes, I am.

I can give my own consent.
Dr Gallagher said so.

But I am more than happy to send on

those test results
to your GP, Mrs Patterson.

What GP? We don't have one.

We just go to whoever's closest
for colds and stuff.

I said no, so that's the end of it.

Taylor is old enough to give
or refuse consent herself.

Could we speak outside?

Of course.

NURSE: Are you ready, Taylor?
You stay where you are.

I mean it.
Mum, stop it!

What is it you're trying to do here?

I am just trying to treat a patient
who asked for my help.

She's a child. It's not up to her.

Mrs Patterson, if you would
just listen for a second...

I'd like to speak to your superior.

And Dr Gallagher here
is trying to tell me

she doesn't need my consent.

Well, I'm sorry, but she's right.

Taylor's old enough to make
her own medical decisions.

She's being bullied into
this test by your doctor,

and I want it to stop.

I understand that you're very anxious
about what's going on.

Perhaps I can get
a social worker to talk to you.

(Scoffs) I don't need a counsellor.

I need to take my daughter
home, before...

(Huffs)

I know what's best for Taylor,
and that's all,

and I don't want her to have
an ultrasound or anything else.

Mrs Patterson, Taylor's already made
her decision in that regard.

I trust you will give her
your full support.

Hmm.

Uh, Frank. Um, Von needs you.
The baby's head's crowning.

Oh, right.

It's OK, love. It's alright.

(Breathes shallowly)

Is everything alright?
Yeah. I think so.

I mean... Thank God.
She wants to push.

OK.
Oooh!

It's all good. It's all good.
The big guy's here now.

Denis, why don't you go
back up the other end?

Yeah, he's got a really
good-looking head, love.

Oh, God!

See? Really good-shaped head.
(Laughs)

Now, my mother was always on about
the shape of a baby's head. (Laughs)

Of course, my brother's head
was bloody perfect, you know,

and she said my head
was like a besser block.

Denis, do you mind if I have a look?
Yeah. Yeah.

I knew it - it's got a stupid-shaped
head like its father.

I'm never gonna
be able to get it out!

Denis, get out of the way.

Now, listen to me.

I want you to concentrate
on delivering this baby.

I don't want you to worry
or think about anything else.

Alright?
Alright.

I have to push.
OK.

OK. It's alright, love,
I'm right here.

I'm cheering you on.
Go, you good thing!

SHUT UP! (Grunts)

Off you go, Jacqueline. Push away.

(Grunts)

(Both grunt)

Good. Good. Keep going.
Not much longer.

Denis, if you don't breathe,
you'll pass out.

Good girl. Good girl.

And again. Come on.

Deep breath and...push.
(Both strain)

Denis?
(Both continue straining)

Denis!
Oooh. (Puffs)

Taylor's ultrasound results.

Her mum is completely
falling apart in there.

Yeah, I know.

What's her problem?
I don't know. I can't work it out.

She's still going on about
maybe taking Taylor home

and getting the results sent to her.

I think I know why.

What is it?
Take a look.

Taylor has no uterus?

No, she doesn't.

So is it hermaphroditism?

Uh, no. See those abdominal masses?

And what are they?

Well, according to the report,
they're testes.

Taylor's a boy?

DR GALLAGHER: Greta, it's essential
that your daughter

understands her situation.

Taylor was diagnosed with AIS
when she was four years old.

Please.

Why haven't you told her?

(Scoffs) And what would
you have suggested I say?

"Gee, Taylor, you are
genetically male

"and you won't ever have children

"and somewhere along the line,

"you will have to have
your testicles removed"?

Your doctor could've
supported you on that, Greta,

helped to give you both
the right information.

We decided to wait until she was
older and until after the puberty.

My GP agreed that was the best.

When Taylor could understand it
a little bit better.

But Taylor is 17 now.

(Sighs)

I tried to tell her a hundred times,

but... (Quivers) ..she just
looked at me with such trust,

I...couldn't say it.

She has to know.

The testes, they need to be removed,
for one thing,

but she is at an increased
risk of cancer.

I know all that.

But the doctor said it had
to be done before she's 20,

so I still have got
a little bit more time.

Well, I can organise for it
to be done now, if you like.

No, I don't want her to know.
Not yet.

It isn't about what you want,
Mrs Patterson.

Taylor has to be told the truth.

Please don't.

Please.

Androgen insensitivity syndrome?
I've never heard of it.

Well, basically, it means Taylor
has XY chromosomes.

But she doesn't look male,
no matter what her genes say.

Well, she's not male.
Far from it, actually.

Just her body is insensitive
to the male hormone.

It's like, um, the body and
the hormone just don't connect.

Mmm, her body's trying to
tell her that she's male

but every time the testes
produce androgen,

some of it gets converted
to oestrogen,

so Taylor develops as a girl
and not a boy.

Yeah, but all women have
some male hormones, right?

Mmm.

So if she has none at all,

then...technically...
she's a superwoman.

Except she'll never be able
to have children

and she has testes
that need to be removed

and she has no idea
about any of this.

(Sighs)
So, what are you gonna do?

Well, before I do anything else,
I'm going to call this GP of theirs

and find out what
the hell he was thinking

when he advised the mother not to
tell her of the diagnosis.

Come on, princess. You can do it.
(Strains)

Go! Come on!

Come on! You can do it.
I know you can.

OK, the head's out. Stop pushing.
(Groans)

Just pant. Just panting.
(Pants)

Oooh, it's burning.
(Grunts)

You're almost there, Jacqueline.
You're almost there.

OK, Bart, get the oxygen
on stand-by.

No mask, just the tubing.
And pass me the warm blanket.

(Pants)

Now, Denis, why don't we let
Jacqueline do the work?

Now, she knows what she's doing.

You could hyperventilate
any moment now.
OK.

Alright, here we go.

Come on.

(Jacqueline and Denis grunt)

(Wails)

DENIS: Oh-ho-ho!

Here we go.

(Baby cries)

BART: Oh, my God.
What? What's wrong? What's wrong?

She's beautiful.
Oh!

A girl! (Laughs)

OK, Bart, just put the
oxygen up to her nose,

give her a head start
on some fresh air.

(Weeps) Look at her, Denis.

Just look at her!

(Coos)
Oh! I got a daughter!

(Coos)

THUD!
Oh, God. Go on.

Denis? Denis, are you alright?

BART: Denis, are you OK?
(Baby cries)

Denis?

Can you hear me, mate?
(Groans)

He's just fainted.
Fathers tend to do that.

(Laughs)
(Baby cries)

It's OK, sweetie. Daddy's having
a little lie-down, that's all.

BART: Wake up.
You're a dad, remember?

Congratulations.
Oh, thank you!

(Baby continues crying)

Well, Doctor, that's not
what she told me.

She said you advised her
to keep it from Taylor.

(Half-laughs) Right.

I'm sorry. No, no, I can handle it.
Thank you.

So if we could get the referral
for her arm so we could leave.

Sure.

What's going on?

I've spoken to your GP

to organise your test results
to be sent over to him.

I...
Come on, Taylor.

Let's get dressed.
What GP?

I told you, we don't have one.

Mum, what is she talking about?

Remember Dr Richards?
He'll be handling you from now on.

We haven't been to him
since I was, like, 11.

You said he was a terrible doctor.

We'll talk about this later.
No, I want the results now.

We are going home.

(Speaks Polish)

(Baby cries)
Good girl. There's Mummy. Look.

She's in perfect health.

Yeah, see? I told you.
I told you I'm alright.

(Baby cries)

I just missed brekkie, that's all.

Low blood sugar. Bang! Out I go.

Oooh.
He's fine.

Bart, I'll let Maternity know
we'll be coming up soon.

You too, Homer. Out you go.

What are you gonna call her?

Get out. Leave them in peace.

(Baby cries)

You sure you're alright?
Oh! (Laughs)

You hear that, Campion?

The woman's just given birth
and she's worried about me!

(Laughs)

Oh, look at you!

She's a beauty, isn't she?
Yes.

(Coos)

You sure you're not disappointed
she's a girl?

Oh!

I know how much you wanted
a little Wallaby player.

Oh! (Laughs)

Oh, there's no reason why my girl
can't play for Australia, princess.

Oh, look at you! (Laughs)

Oh, Denis, there's something
I need to tell you.

Yeah, fire away.

I didn't want you at the birth.

Oh.

And I didn't know how to tell you.
Oh.

You know, but when
it was all happening,

all I could think was where were you
and why weren't you with me.

Oh!
I'm sorry.

Oh! (Laughs)

Oh, look...
you listen to me, alright?

There's nothin' in this world
that you can't tell me, alright?

Nothin'.

I mean, you know, I know I'm not
the world's greatest catch,

you know, and on my own
I don't amount to much,

but together...
look what we can achieve.

Hey?

Oh! (Laughs)

The frog prince ends up
with two princesses, eh?

Who would've thought?

I love you.

Yeah, I love you too.

And you!

Eh? Look at you!
Hello, I'm your dad!

(Laughs) Don't look scared.
It's alright.

She obviously hasn't come to terms
with the situation herself,

so it's pretty doubtful
she'll be able

to get Taylor to come
to terms with it.

She actually changed GPs
to avoid Taylor finding out?

Yep.

The girl's got a right to know
what her future holds.

I know.

I'm just worried that I'll be sending
her home with a thousand questions

that I have no hope
of answering for her.

I don't suppose you can organise
some counsellors for me?

Sure.
Thanks.

Oh, once I drop this bombshell,

both mother and daughter
are gonna need them.

Good luck.

Where are you going?

Uh, to see a patient
about a diagnosis.

What are you saying?
That I'm really a boy?

'Cause how can that be? Look at me.

No, that's not what
I'm saying, Taylor.

It's a genetic glitch, that's all.

This doesn't change who you are.

And all those concerns that you had
about menstruation and sex,

we can deal with those.

Do we have to talk about this now?
Yes. We do.

I can't have kids, right?

No.

I'm sorry, that's not possible.
I feel so sick.

OK, I know it's a lot
for you to take in.

And no-one can expect you to
understand it all right now...

..but with the right support
for both you and your mother,

I can assure you,

things will get much clearer
and much less frightening.

And our transitional care nurse
is tracking down

a support group
to put you in touch with.

I've been through
that shit with my GP.

How the hell talking about it
change one single thing?

What, you knew about this?!

Taylor. Taylor, listen...
Did you know?

You were just a baby
when I find out.

There was no way you
could have...understood!

All these years, you let me
think I was a freak!

How could you do that to me?!

(Weeps)

Happy now?

Please, leave me alone!

Look, I know this must be hard,
so much to take in,

but Dr Gallagher's absolutely right -

there are people who can
help you through this.

Yeah, well, maybe I could have
a freak-ectomy

when they take my testicles out.

Look, you're not a freak,
do you understand?

We're talking about one little gene

out of the thousands and thousands
in your body, that's all.

It could've just as easily been the
one that determines your eye colour.

Yeah, but it isn't, is it?

No, it isn't,
but that's what we're here for.

We're here to help you through this -
you and your mother.

Oh, good luck with that.

She's so embarrassed by it that
she couldn't even tell me herself.

Maybe she just didn't know how.

You know, your mother needs to
understand that this syndrome

isn't her fault any more
than it's yours.

But she lied to me.

How can I forgive her for that?

(Jacqueline coos)

(Denis laughs) Here we go.

Shh. Shh. Shh-shh-shh-shh.

Here we go. Let these guys out.
New baby coming through.

DR GALLAGHER: Greta?

You have no idea what it's like to
be handed this tiny little baby...

..fall completely in love with her,

watch her grow up,
learn to walk, to talk...

..only to be told by someone
four years later

that she isn't
what you thought she was.

(Stammers)

She will never know what it's like

to have a tiny little baby
put into your arms.

Maybe you should try
to explain that to her.

(Weeps)

I'm so sorry, Taylor.

I'm so sorry. (Weeps)

Thanks for today, Zoe.

I'm sorry we didn't have a chance
to catch up properly.

Yes, well, some of us
were busy with patients,

while others,
who shall remain nameless,

were soaking up the glory
of new life.

If you knew Denis,
you'd never say that.

(Laughs)

But I did haul you in
on a tough one, didn't I?

Yes, you did.
Actually, do me a favour.

Next time you absolutely can't do
without a female doctor,

try dressing up the intern as
a woman instead of calling me.

Bart'd love that.
You could talk him into it.

He thinks you're a god,
the same way I thought

you were a god when
I was your intern.

(Laughs)

So how long are you back for?
Uh, not sure.

A while. Yeah, a while, I hope.
Good.

Good, because I've got a pregnant
registrar at the moment,

so if you don't get any better
offers, maybe you could play with us.

Yeah, sounds like a plan.
Excellent.

Well, I'm gonna get moving.

I have a chardonnay chilling at home
and a frozen dinner

that'll probably see me back here
by morning with food poisoning.

Mmm.

I'm assuming you've got a similarly
exciting night to get home to?

Mmm.

You should get a life, Frank,
you know that?

Evie?

Evie?

You haven't answered any of my calls.

I didn't think there was anything
left to say to each other.

No, actually, I've got
quite a bit to say.

I just...I just wasn't sure
how to say it, that's all.

I...

I know this tour's very important
to you and your career

and everything's
settled and confirmed,

but I...I don't want you to go

and I've been too much
of an idiot to say so.

Too late, Frank.

TAXI ENGINE STARTS, DOOR CLOSES

Did you patch things up
with Mike yet?

Oh, not really.

I mean, I did go off at him about,
you know,

leaving me in the middle of theatre,

so I think keeping my distance
would be a good idea at the moment.

Fair enough.

Gee, he confuses me, Cate.
You know what?

I think I've got a handle on him

and then he just
changes the rules on me.

Well, that's 'cause he trusts you
with whatever he throws at you.

That's what I keep
telling myself too.

PAGER BEEPS

Right. I gotta go. See you.

Hey, does Mike know the ID
of the patient yet?

No.