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DRAMATIC MUSIC

DOG BARKS

Are you sure this is the place?

DOG CONTINUES BARKING

Hey! Over here, hurry!
She's in the spa. She's stuck.

I'll get the other gloves.
What took you so long?

We got here as fast as possible.
She's round the back.

I'm Manny. Bec's coming.
Gary Smith.

OK, Gary, what's happened?
I don't know. It happened so fast.

One minute we were, you know...
I think she's dying.

I tried getting her out, but...
Holy crap.

Where's the switch?
We need to get her out now.

The switch, Gary, where is it?
Oh, shit! Here it is. I'll get it.

OK, Gary, don't panic.

OK. She's unconscious
but I've got a pulse.

Is there an outlet
to this damn thing?

Manny, can you have a look around?
I'm not sure.

Her hair's caught in the intake
valve. It's a severe scalping injury.

Manny, open the valve now.
Got it. Bloody old spas.

She's not dead, is she?
No.

We'll have to cut her hair.
Oh, really?

I'll get the scissors.
How long has she been underwater?

I don't know. She wasn't when
I went out to find you guys.

Is she gonna be OK?

Oh, God. I can't watch this.

I'm going to go and get dressed.

Cut carefully.

(Man groans)

Just get this thing out of me!

That is not going to help, Mick.
I know...I know it hurts.

Just try and keep still, Mick.
Tell us how this happened to you.

Dickhead of a brother
thought I was a bloody fish.

A pretty big fish.

That's what you get for diving
with a short-sighted idiot.

(Grunts)

(Groans) Oh! Oh!
Meds are in.

Zoe, capillary refills still good?
Thanks.

Is there anyone we can call
for you - a wife, a girlfriend...

No, no. My brother's calling Robin.
Can you check the blood results?

BP's 100 on 65, pulse 117
and resps are 24.

I'll do it, Jack.
Thank you, Cate.

(Continues grunting)
Morning, everyone.

Morning.

Hi, it's Cate McMasters in the E.D.

I just want to check up
on some blood results.

Right. There's a bad
fracture of the pelvic brim.

Thanks. HB's at 90.
Coags are normal, Jack.

And his abdo is positive
for free fluid.

Not surprising if you look
at the passage of that spear.

It's no doubt nicked
a vein or an artery.

Get an urgent ortho
and vascular review.

The broken pelvis won't kill him,
but bleeding out will.

Oh!
Would you like a CT scan with that?

And tell me, Jack, how is he
going to fit inside the machine

with that spear, hmm?

Right. I'll make the calls.

Would you like a theatre?
Yes.

(Groans)

As soon as a theatre's available,
we'll ditch that spear, OK, Mick?

Now, it's fractured your pelvis and
you have some internal bleeding.

Don't worry. The boys upstairs
are going to patch it all up.

OK, Dan, let's give him
metronidazole 500 milligrams.

Uh, gentamicin 240 milligrams
and one gram of ampicillin...

How are we going here?
Everything OK?

Fine. Good. Fine.

Because there's a near drowning
and partial degloving of the scalp

about to be transported.

Jack.
Ah, yep. We're fine.

We're good for a theatre so he'll
be out of here before you know it.

Thank you.
He's not looking so good.

He's tachycardic and hypertensive.
Heart rate's 124.

BP's 87 on 43.
OK, run IV full bore.

We need to get in as much
replacement fluid as possible.

Put up one of two units
of packed cells right now.

Let's get him travelling.
Mm-hm.

Move it. We don't have all day.

JACK: We're going to have to
stabilise his BP in theatre.

I'll let Anaesthesia know.

Damn...

Wait for me at the lift.

Dan, where are his X-rays?

Oh. Sorry.

Naughty. The X-rays have
to go with the patient.

The surgeons upstairs
will need them.

I know that.

(Clears throat)

What's going on with you two?

None of your business.

ELEVATOR BELL RINGS

Have you been talking to Dan
about me behind my back?

Only when I have to.
Spare me.

Sats aren't improving. 85%.

Why aren't you taking her
to a hospital?

We have to stabilise her
before we can go anywhere.

Are you sure you're in her lungs?

We've repositioned
that ET tube twice now.

Yeah, I am. She has air entry. She's
got to have some pulmonary oedema.

Let's suction her.
MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Hello. Hello.
OK?

When this drains
and her sats improve

we have to get her to hospital
before the fluid builds up.

Ready?
Yep.

(Gary continues talking on phone)
Right, that's got it.

We need to get her moving right now.
See you then. Bye-bye. Bye-bye.

There you go. I think we've
finished with the monster mask.

That's better, isn't it, sweetheart?

I want to go home now, Mum.

No, sweetie. Not just yet.

What happens now?

We'll keep a close eye on her

until she's breathing
comfortably on her own.

But we've got to give you
some oxygen, Miss Molly.

So I'm going to put this thing in.

It might tickle your nose
a little bit.

There you go.
Hey.

There's my favourite girl.
Are you feeling a bit better now?

Yes.

Gimme five.

Good one!

I've got someone
who wants to meet you.

This teddy told me he had
no-one to take care of him.

I can.

Are you sure?

Molly, what do you say?

Thanks, Uncle Sean.

Good girl.

Are you comfy there, Molly?

Yes.

That's good.

I want to borrow your mum and Uncle
Sean for a few minutes. Is that OK?

We'll be just outside, OK, darling?

(Sighs)

Is she out of danger yet?

Now that we've got her breathing
difficulties under control,

we need to address the mass
we found on her X-ray.

And what's your plan?

I'd like to organise
a chest CT scan and an MRI

to determine the exact size
and location, with your permission.

When do you need to do all this?

Today. As soon as possible.

OK.

Right. I'll get it organised.

Are you alright?

Spence, wait.

What do you think we're looking at?

Until we do the tests
I have no idea.

No, I know.
What's your gut telling you?

Oh, mate, you know how this works.

Right now I have no way of knowing

if this mass is primary or secondary
to something going on elsewhere.

What are the stats with kids?
The chances of it being malignant?

Tell me it's better
than it is with adults.

I wish I could.

Why don't we take this slow,
one step at a time.

Believe me, I'm not
rushing into anything here.

Kimberly Bray, 28 - near drowning,

head injury, partial
degloving of scalp.

She was trapped underwater

by her hair caught in
the intake valve of a spa.

Unresponsive to stimuli.

How long was she trapped
under the water?

Exact duration uncertain but
possibly three to five minutes.

Ordeal partially witnessed
by a partner who's following.

OK, let's get her transferred.

OK, on three. One, two, three.

Intubated, cannulated, full spinal
precautions, vital signs stable.

Keep those fluids up.
Oxygen sats only 89%.

Required suctioning on-site.

Let's get her ABCs stabilised.

Dan, we just want
maintenance fluids.

We don't want to overload her.

Get the monitors on her.
We need to estimate the blood loss.

Tube placement's good but mild
audible crackles and auscultation.

They weren't present before.
I'll get a warm blanket on her.

WOMAN: Good luck.
Thank you.

Oh, well, that's deep.

She could have
a subgaleal haematoma.

We'll get a better look upstairs.

What are we looking at? ARDS?
Not yet.

But we will be if we don't get this
pulmonary oedema under control.

BP's 110 on 65. Heart rate's 89.

Oxygen sats 90%
and core temp 37.

We need to clear secretions
and improve those sats.

Have the ventilator on stand-by.
Dan, an NG tube placed as well.

And she'll need urgent chest X-rays,
C-spine and thoracic CT.

Dan.

Might be dumb, not deaf.

Chest is sounding better,
but it's still wet.

We might need to use some frusemide.

Dan, we need to connect her
to the ventilator.

Vent settings?

PEEP 5, pressure support 16
and oxygen at 100%.

Sean?
It's fine, Dan.

Uh, this is Gary Smith.
He was with Kimberly.

Oh, my God!
It's OK, mate.

It's not as bad as it looks.
She's in good hands.

I want you to answer
a couple of questions.

Do you know if she's
on any medication,

any reactions, allergies?

I'll be putting in another
cannula for blood,

so ABG, FBC, UECs.

We'll do BSL and some coags.
OK, sure.

I don't know. I'm sorry.
Mr Smith.

Fantastic.

Ask a man who won
the '88 State of Origin,

he'd know it - but ask him
something important...?

Jeez, what's up your nose?

Your husband forget
your wedding anniversary?

I don't know what's going on
between you two and I don't care.

In here we are supposed
to be professional.

So shut up and start acting like it!

I know this is distressing for you,

but it is important we get
an idea of Kimberly's history.

Yes, I guess, but...

Does she have any
underlying medical condition?

Not that I know of.
Uh, actually, I really don't know.

Ever been hospitalised
or operated on before?

Mr Smith, please?
Look, I don't know, alright?!

I'm sorry.

My name's Jones, not Smith.
Actually, that's a lie too.

It's neither of them. It's Russell.

Gary Russell.

Oh, damn, why did this have
to get so complicated?

Look, you see, we're both married.

We work together at
a real estate agency.

She's new. She's only
been there a few weeks.

We'd seen each other
a couple of times before

and it just sort of...

Well, I'm sure you
can fill in the blanks.

So, whose place was it,
yours or hers?

Neither. It's a client's place.

Oh shit! We've got an open house
between 12:00 and 1:00.

I really have to go.
Mr Russell!

I can't give you any
personal information on Kim.

I don't know any.
A business card, anything?

(Clears throat) Here.

We'll repeat it in a couple of hours

in case there's
a delayed onset of oedema.

Blood gas is slightly better.

Crackles have decreased.

How'd you go with the history, Von?
Uh, yes.

They're both married,
not to each other.

He's only known her a couple of weeks
and he was useless.

So I phoned work,
I've got next-of-kin details

and I'll follow that up now.

How's that scalp wound going?
Complicated.

Large skin flap,
minimal blood supply.

It'll need surgical repair.

Well, I'll call Plastics
and get them to review her.

I'll do it, Jack.

She'll need normal saline dressing
until the Plastics review

and let's give her
two grams of cefalothin.

Dan.

Yeah, not a problem.

You and I need to talk.

Molly's results back yet?

No, not yet. (Sighs)

It's frustrating, isn't it,

when you've got all
the knowledge and experience

and not being able to
do anything about it?

It's driving me nuts.

Waiting around for someone else
to make decisions

has never been my strong point.

It's not mine either.

She's my niece, Zoe.

You're not thinking about taking
this over yourself, are you?

I mean, there's a reason why we
don't treat our own relatives, Sean.

There's absolutely no way
we can be objective.

I know.

ELECTRONIC BEEPING

(Sighs)

Molly's scans are back.

..8936.

Thank you. Appreciate that.

(Whistles happy tune)

Morning, Dr Campion.
Good morning, Bartholomew.

And a jolly good morning to you all.

Frank, listen, I've got a patient -
oh, welcome back -

who fits the criteria for home care.

I'm sure you're right, Von, but first
things first. Who wants a coffee?

Are you going to get them?
I know where the cafe is.

I'll get them, Dr Campion.
No, no, no. My shout.

OK. I'll have one.
Decaf soy latte. Two sweeteners.

That's not a coffee. That's a
milkshake. Write it down yourself.

Bartholomew, baby cino? (Laughs)

Uh, mochaccino.
You devil, you.

Von? How do you want to desecrate
a perfectly lovely cup of coffee?

Black.
Short or long?

Very long, Frankie.

Ah, you're a man, aren't you?
Yeah.

(Laughs)

(Sings happy tune)

Gracias. Bonjour.
(Continues singing)

Frank's humming. Happily.

Is anybody else scared?

A bit.

SIREN WAILS

The mass in Molly's lungs

doesn't appear to have travelled
to any other part of her body.

Are you telling me that
this thing might be cancer?

We don't know if
it's malignant, do we?

No.

The fact that the mass is primary
and not secondary is a good sign.

Primary malignant masses in the
lungs of children are very rare.

Is that why she can't breathe,

why she's so sick?

Yes.

What we do is, uh,
some follow-up tests

to see exactly what
we're dealing with.

More tests.

Yeah, a cardiac echo will let us know
if the mass is impacting on the heart

or other major blood vessels,

but its location is what
we really have to consider...

You said it was in her lungs.
It is.

But there appears to be some
spinal cord involvement as well.

What does that mean?

It's an operation, Jen.

You'll be doing that, won't you?

No.

Sean...

I'll be doing it.

I should live, right?
Yeah.

Most of the cuts are superficial.

Some will probably need
some sutures, though.

You right?
Uh-huh.

I'll just grab someone to admit you.
Thanks.

Cate. You free?
Yeah.

Nothing complicated - just a
clean-up of some minor lacerations,

removal of some glass,
and then you might want to go...

Boo-boo?

Hendo, what the hell
are you doing here?

Boo-boo?

Boring story.
(Laughs)

This is all your fault.
How do you figure that?

You know he bathroom window
you always leave open

and today you decide to lock?

I shoved my little paw
straight through it!

Seeing as though I haven't
lived there for a year,

it was probably the new tenant
who locked it!

Whoops!

(Gasps) Best I not be
taking that back, then.

(Chuckles) Oh, no!

I need to get back to triage.
Thanks, Ricky. Thanks a lot.

Oh, my God!
(Cackles) It's so good to see you!

Welcome home.
Thanks.

Well, I'll get your hand cleaned up.

Why didn't you tell me you moved?

And how the hell was
I supposed to do that?

I didn't even know where you were.

Thanks for the emails, by the way.
Oh, you know what I'm like.

Internet cafes - boring!

(Chuckles)
Oh, it's only a flesh wound.

It's nothing.

This reminds me of old times -
me cleaning up after you.

What are you talking about?

I was the tidy one
when we lived together.

Oh, rubbish!
I was so!

You were not. God, you've got
such a selective memory.

(Laughs)

(Whistles merrily)

My God! Who brought these in?

Oh, Gabrielle.
They're from her garden.

Really? They are gorgeous.

You know, Bart,
I've never understood

why people grow flowers
without perfume.

You might as well look
at a bloody picture.

But THESE are magnificent.

I wonder if they're eglantines?

They remind me of my favourite,
Bart - 'Wild Eve'.

You have a favourite
flower, Dr Campion?

Oh, yes, Bart. There is a lot
you don't know about me.

Go on. There's your milkshake.
Oh, thank you.

Has anyone seen Zoe?

I have a patient
who needs a hand sutured.

Lead on, Macduff. I am your vessel.

Really?
Yeah.

I can do it, Dr Campion.
No, no. No problem.

Come on.

Come on! Come on.

This way, Frank.
Oh.

Did you work as a nurse overseas?

Mmm. Tried not to.

But when I was in Bermuda
I ran out of money.

What? You went to
the Caribbean without me?

Well, I wasn't going to wait
till I turned grey, Boo-boo.

(Scoffs)
More gauze, Boo-boo.

(Guffaws)
You... Oops.

Is that how she got her nickname?
No.

It's because...
Jo, no!

Psst!

We were buying tickets
for this concert, right,

and Cate leans over the counter
to fix this very cute guy's tie

and ask him what he's doing later.

And he says, "Nothing."

And that's when I realise
that Cate's boob had fallen out.

And it's been 'Boo-boo' ever since.

You're SO dead.
Hey, hey, hey.

(Chuckles)

What happened to
the whole action-girl,

paramedic, 'poop and scoop' thingy?

No, it's 'scoop and run', you idiot!

I don't know. I just
needed a change.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

That's why I came home.

Well, that and I ran out of money.
Yeah.

Yeah, we all need a change
from time to time.

Life is far too short
to be caught in a rut.

And WE are the only ones who can
decide WHEN to make our move.

All done.

How cool is your boss!

Zo-Zo.
Ah, Frank.

Oh, where's Everleigh?
I haven't seen him today.

He's upstairs with his family.

His niece is sick.

Oh? How sick?
She's got a mass on the lung.

They're not sure what
it is yet, though.

Anything we can do?

No. No, there isn't.

Right, well, if you need any help
covering things while he's away...

Yeah, OK.

Thanks, Frank.

I don't understand.

Why don't you want to do a biopsy

before you consider taking out
whatever's growing there?

We will be doing one, but I'll
do it during the operation.

Don't you need to know what it is?

Jenna, we need to remove the mass
whether it's benign or cancerous.

And I don't see any reason

to put Molly through two general
anaesthetics if we don't have to.

It's a good plan, Jen.

(Sighs) She's just improved so much
in the last couple of days.

How can she be so sick
and look so well?

She'll only look well
in the short term.

As the mass grows, it'll
squeeze the spinal cord.

As it continues to grow,
it'll take up space

that the heart and lungs need.

And she'll continue
to deteriorate until...

OK, I get the picture, thanks.

Spence will take away some of
the tumour to ease that pressure.

Actually, I'm looking to take it all.

Sorry?

You said it was on her spine.

How do you get it off
without causing spinal damage?

I'm not going to lie to you, Jenna.
There are risks here.

Such as?
Paralysis.

Is that true?

It is possible, yes.

So we should look at
the other options

before we make any decisions.

What options?

Removing the section that
isn't entangling the spine.

Then we're right back to square one.

The mass is likely to regrow

and Molly faces more surgery
down the track.

(Sighs)

You want me to choose between
endless rounds of surgery

or putting my daughter
in a wheelchair.

Are you both insane?
Jen...

No! Get me another option.

Next time you want to chuck
an 'ollie' or whatever it is,

wear protective clothing.

BIANCA: Hey, take it easy, Kimberly.
Take over here, will you?

Give her a 5ml bolus of the morphine
and Midazolam infusion.

She's aspirating. Suction.

Onto it.

Vecuronium - 10mg.

Kimberly! Don't fight us,
Kimberly. Stop fighting us.

Morphine and Midazolam given.

Get that Vecuronium into her now!

I can't do this.
We've got to log-roll her.

We can hardly do that while
she's thrashing around.

88, 87. Heart rate's 130...
Jack, Jack...

Goddamn!

Vecuronium in.

(Dan gasps and pants)

Log-roll her now.
I've got the head.

Just watch the placement
of the tube, Dan.

OK. On my count.

One, two, three.

Give her another bolus
of the morphine and Midaz.

How the bloody hell did this happen?

Let's just hope she hasn't
aspirated any of that vomitus.

You screwed up my medication order.

Excuse me?

Explain to me
how the hell she woke up.

Because you didn't order
any sedation, that's why.

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

put it in an incident report.

I'll get another X-ray to
check the placement of the tube.

SIREN WAILS

So much for taking it slow.

What happened to not
rushing into anything?

A full resection is
the best treatment option, Sean.

It's dangerous. You made it sound
like Jenna had no other choice.

It is the only choice she has

if she wants her daughter
to have a full recovery.

Mate, you'll be a hero
if you pull it off,

but if you don't, my niece spends
her life in a wheelchair.

I don't want to be a hero.

I just want to be her doctor
without interference.

Jenna's entitled to a second opinion.

Yes, she is. But not your opinion,
Sean. You're too close.

Sorry, mate. That's the way it is.

Yeah. Sean Everleigh here.

I need to speak to Oscar Wu urgently.

I just get so worried about him.
This stupid spearfishing.

Yeah, I can imagine.
It's quite dangerous.

Not to mention the sharks.
Yeah, I know.

Oh, Bart. Mick Olsen?
He's gone upstairs to theatre.

His wife Robin's
on the way in, apparently.

Um, Bart...this is Robin.
Mick's partner.

Oh, right.
I can take you upstairs to theatre.

He should be in Recovery by now.
Thank you.

This way, Robin.

I don't believe we've met.
His name's Balloon.

Oh, that's a funny name.
Hello, Balloon. I'm Dr Spence.

Why's he called Balloon?

His fat tummy.

Oh, I see.

Hey, Molly...

..if Balloon had something inside him
that was hurting him,

making him sick,

would you like me
to take it out of him?

Yeah?

And if you had something inside you

that was hurting you,

you think Balloon would like me
to make you feel better?

Your mum does too.

Will it hurt?
No, you wouldn't feel a thing.

You know what?

You'd go to sleep
and when you wake up,

the thing that was hurting you
would be all gone.

Will Mum come with me?

I'll be there when you go to sleep
and when you wake up.

OK.

Sean.

I'm not feeling comfortable
about this.

What?

I would feel 100 times better
if you were doing it.

It's not gonna happen.
Why not?

You know damn well why not.

I'm sorry.
No...

I'm sorry.
No, no, no, no.

You should go home
for a couple of hours.

I can't.

Molly's going to need you
over the next few days.

You should grab some time
while you can.

Just get your head straight.

Will you be OK?

Yeah.

Just call me if anything...

I will.

Now, go on. You'll be back
before she knows you've gone.

OK.

Plastics boys ready for us, Jack?

Yes.

Um, Kimberly's stable so it'll only
take two of us to do an escort.

Yeah. I'll see you up there.

Why the hell didn't you
tell me you were married?

Because it isn't an issue, Dan.

Maybe not to you.

What you and I get up to
has nothing to do with my husband.

We have a completely
open relationship.

Yeah, right.

Really. He doesn't care
what I get up to.

And I don't care what he gets up to.
Oh...

Oh...don't look so shocked.

Then why the hell
did you get married?

Why does it matter?

We're not hurting anyone. I promise.

Oh, I'm not sure
I'm comfortable with that.

Daniel...

..I know you're not a prude.

You and I - we're having fun,
aren't we?

Yeah.
Yeah.

We have great sex.
Yeah.

(Laughs)

Let's just enjoy it, OK?

Good?
Mm-hm.

Mm-hm?

Quade, I don't like
intubated patients waking up.

Smacks of negligence.

You won't get an
argument from me, Frank.

Now, I take it that Goldman and Frost
are having a lover's tiff.

Would I be right in that?
It's sorted, alright?

Mmm.
Be glad when Vincent gets back.

Ah, yes, Hughes.

He'll soon be back with
tales of wonder and romance

from foreign shores.

Gabby, I commend you.
The place is running like clockwork.

Well, thank you, Frank.

And just for the record,
it wasn't Dan's balls-up in resus...

Yes, I know, I checked the chart.
Your roses are truly magnifique.

Come on, Frank, give. What happened?

Did you win the lottery
or something?

Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho!

Hey, sleepyhead.

Where's Mummy?

She'll be back soon.

Did Spence make this for you?

He's clever, isn't he?

Do you like him, Molly?
Yes.

Uncle Sean, am I gonna die?

No, Molly. You're not gonna die.

Toby did.

I know.

Toby had an accident.

That was very different.

SIREN WAILS

Hey.

Hey.
Did you have that chat with Bianca?

Yeah. It's all good.

What does that mean?

It means...it's all good.
So let's just leave it at that.

What about her husband?

He knows all about it.

Oh...she told you that?

Let's just leave it, OK?
Nobody's getting hurt.

Well, Kimberly is.
Her surgery's been delayed.

And now she's at bigger risk
of infection.

How is that my problem?

If a doctor doesn't order
a specific drug,

then the patient doesn't get it.

It's that simple.

If it was any other doctor,
you would've picked the...

If it was any other doctor, Jack,

we wouldn't be having
this conversation.

Are you wearing
rose-coloured glasses?

Piss off, Jack, OK?

If you have a problem
with my decisions

then you know where
the front door is.

Fine. I'll go look for a place
first thing.

Dan.

Yeah? Yeah?

What you do or don't do in your
own time is your own business.

Mm-hm.

But when you bring it in here

and it starts impacting on staff and
patients, it becomes my business.

Yep.

So sort this out in your own time.

Yep.

Hey, Boo-boo. I'm gonna get going.
OK.

Jet lag's starting to
catch up with me.

Here's my address.

Make sure you get the right house
before you make yourself at home.

And you'll need this.
This is called a key. Novel idea.

Most of us use them
to get inside our front doors.

Ha-ha.

Hey, did you ring my old landlord

and tell him about
the broken window?

What, the one the wind blew in?

See ya.
Oh, bye!

Bye!

Hey, Jo is so cool.

I can't even imagine what it would
be like to travel like that.

You should see her passport.

I don't even have one.

Neither do I.

I do, but it's been a while
since I used it.

(Whistles happily)

Have you guys noticed Frank
saying anything weird today?

Like what?

Like 'needing change',
'being in a rut' and...

..'wanting to move on'?

He's acting strange.

He smelt my roses.

I just ran into Oscar Wu.

He says he's been asked to do
a neurosurgical review on Molly.

Oscar's the best neurosurgeon
in the country.

You've seen the scans, Sean.
There's no guesswork here.

Molly asked me
if she was going to die.

I told her no.

I haven't got a clue
if that's the truth or not.

Mate, it's my job to do everything
I can to help Molly through this.

I can't do that - not properly -

unless Jenna and Molly trust me
completely, even if you don't.

This is nothing to do with trust.

I just want to do
the right thing by my family.

So do I.

I know this has been hard for you.

You don't know the half of it, mate.

Molly had a brother - Toby.

I gave him one of those
mini scooter things for his birthday.

Weren't long on the market.

Week later he rode it
straight in front of a car.

I'm sorry.

It was a closed head injury.

Needed boreholes to, uh...

..relieve the cranial pressure and...

His doctor thought he was making
all the right choices,

convinced of a good outcome.

Jen trusted him too.

Believed every word he said.

In the end she had to
make the decision

to turn off Toby's life support.

Broke up her marriage,

because she trusted,
believed in that doctor.

Molly's all she has left.

Hey!

You're the guy that was in
Emergency this morning

when Kim was brought in, aren't you?

Yeah, sure, yeah.
How is she?

OK. We had to transfer her to ICU
for closer observation.

Right, right.
And her head thing's OK?

Well, they can't operate
until tomorrow now

because of her respiratory status,
but so far so good.

That's good news, mate.
That's really good news.

But, you know,
I really have to talk to her.

We've gotta get our story straight.

That nurse this morning
rang the agency.

Now they're all over this
with WorkCover.

Could you do me a favour and check
to see if her husband's with her?

He's bigger than me.
I don't want to run into him.

Can I ask you a question?
How long have you been married?

Second anniversary
coming up next month.

And don't tell me -
you have an open relationship?

(Laughs) I do. She doesn't.

Oh.

Listen - don't get me wrong, mate.
I love my wife.

And what she doesn't know
won't hurt her, right?

(Laughs) Will I be able to
go and see Kimberly now?

Sure.

Can you check for me?
See if the husband's there?

Just tell the nurse before you go in.

No worries.

Hello.
Hi there. Hello.

Look, um...I spoke to Frank.

Told him I totally screwed up
about Kimberly's sedation.

Ah...

He didn't seem to be fazed
in the slightest.

So, what time do you finish up?

If you give me your keys
I'll keep your bed warm.

I can't do this, Bianca.

Don't get all moral on me.

It's just... I really like you,
you know? I thought we had something.

Yeah, and we do!
It's just...

I don't want to be that guy

that's too scared
to come to the Christmas party

'cause I might
bump into your husband.

He doesn't have to know who you are.

And I told you
he really wouldn't care.

Yeah, but I'd care.
I can't lie, Bianca.

And I don't want to keep my story
straight just to suit the occasion.

Dan...

..don't do this, please.

We're so good together.

Yeah, we were, but...

..being with a married woman's
not where I want to be.

It's just not who I am, so...

..I'll see you round.

(Sighs)

Smells great.

Mmm. Tastes even better.

You...cooking?
Ha, ha. Funny.

(Laughs)

What's all that?

Molly's scans.

When's the operation?

Tomorrow.

Did you know Sean's niece
had a brother?

Didn't even know he had a niece.

The nephew died. Head injury.

Molly's operation's
gonna have a good outcome.

I can feel it.

Dr Spencer...
you are an excellent surgeon.

But I can't guarantee an outcome.
No-one can.

Now, come and tell me
what you think this dish needs.

Cooking! Cooking!

(Laughs) It needs cooking.
(Laughs)

Yeah, that's me.

Look, a friend of mine accidentally
broke the bathroom window

around there earlier today and...

How much?
OK.

You've gotta be kidding me.

Alright, I've tried to grant
all your requests, Ricky,

but you'll have to
do a lot of night shifts.

Fine by me. I love night shifts.
I need a drink.

Cougars?
Mmm.

I'll be in that.

You coming, Bart?

Sure am.

In fact, Boo-boo,
I might even pick up the tab.

Ho-ho-ho.

Did Frank Campion just wink at me?

Yes. Order a psych consult.

No, no, no. There's something up.

He's...chirpy. Too chirpy.

And to my knowledge, he's only ever
been like that once before.

Oh, when his divorce came through.

Something's definitely up, I mean...

..does anyone even know where
he's been the last few days?

Does anyone even know
where he was going?

Maybe he's been headhunted
by another E.D.

Oh, God. He's leaving.

MAN: Hi, what can I get you?

Can I have two Bombay White Widows?

You have no idea
what I'm talking about, do you?

It's OK. I'll guide you through.

Um...it's two parts vodka -
make it the good stuff -

and one part Cointreau,
splash of white rum,

and float the cream.

Is he drinking?
No...

We've all seen and heard
how he's been acting today, yeah?

Hey, Von, you could ask him.
You'd get away with it.

Yes, but I don't want to know.

I'm sorry, but Frank Campion
does not offer to suture.

Yeah, he actually wants to buy us
drinks? Something's definitely up.

Why don't you ask him, Gabrielle?
You're the nursing unit manager.

No way! Are you serious?
I value my life!

(Laughs)
Get this into you.

What is this? It looks lethal.

There's barely a drop
of alcohol in it.

That is sensational.
Mmm. Sweet!

Can I borrow 50 bucks?
Oh, God...

Hey, which one of those
cute guys is single?

So here we all are, hey?
Who's got a drink?

DAN: Yeah.
Everyone?

Well, let's have another one.

The same for the whole table,
thanks,

and a double scotch, single malt.

Dr Campion, are you leaving?

No, you goose. I'm getting married.

What? Married?

(Sings in French)

(Laughs)

(Laughs)
Oh, my God.

Hey.
Hi.

You have a really
lovely family, Sean.

Have you ever agreed to, um...
treat a relative, Zoe?

Have you?

This isn't about me, Sean.

I agreed to operate on a relative.

I was stupid enough
to think I could pull it off too.

I'm sure you had good reasons.
I did.

But believe me,
when you're calling out

your own nephew's time of death...

..you can't remember one of them.

No.

Jenna can't watch another one
of her children die, Zoe.

Neither can I.