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(Laughs)
Yes, Hodgie, you're very clever.

This is going to be fun.
I know him from Cougars.

Get back on the bed, I will...

Hodgie...
Oh, Cougar!

I'll have five. (Laughs)
(Laughs)

What are you doing?
Why isn't he restrained?

He was unconscious
when we found him.

I've imagined you
in an outfit like this.

Bet you have, man.

Bet you've had
a good thought about it.

Oh, my God. Hodgie.

Hodgie! Lightning hits, eh?

Enough.

Oh, Jesus. Are you OK?
Yeah.

You know what I reckon
you might enjoy? Diazepam, 10mg.

(Slurs) Yes.
How does that sound?

Get up on there.

This was lightning,
he got hit by lightning.

And...but you're lucky
it wasn't thunder.

Come on, stay on the trolley.
Can you get down?

Now, you just stop it.
(Laughs maniacally)

Turn over.

What happened here?

Uh, lightning hit his face
and he's offering me diazepam.

10mg, I believe. Chop, chop.

OK, straight through to Subacute 6.

You come with me,
I'll get some ice for that lip.

KANO: Can you call the cops for us?
Say, g'day from Hodgie.

Oh, wait, Hodgie, what happened?

Oh, I got in another fight.
Course you did.

He was found in the alley
behind Cougars by a cleaner.

Yeah?
Oh, shut up.

If you can bring me those
relaxing drugs of which we spoke,

I'll go back there
and sort the prick out. (Chuckles)

FRANK: Push those fluids through,
Erica.

Yep, 2 litres in.

Oh, nice of you to join us. I do
hope you had a good night's sleep.

Yes, thank you.

What happened to him?

Pupils equal and reacting to light.

Fell off scaffolding
at a building site.

Fell? How far?
ERICA: 20 metres, they said.

Straight into a stack of bricks
which then collapsed on him.

(Painfully) Ooh.
I know.

What bloods do you want taken?

FBC, UEC, CK, ABG, coags,
group hold and match.

They're all urgent.
Sure.

OK, we've got a compound fracture
to the right wrist,

left lower leg and right ankle.

Tib and fib look
pretty smashed up too.

So I'm gonna book an urgent
trauma series and a head CT.

BP is 89 on 48, pulse is 120
and sats are at 95%.

Get an ECG done.
Yep.

He'll need an abdo CT as well.

Yes, can you add an abdo CT?

Yes, of course they're all urgent.
Thank you very much.

Right side of his pelvis
is probably fractured as well.

Well, the ambos said
they didn't know

how long he'd been lying there
before he was found.

So we're probably looking at
rhabdomyolysis.

Yeah, maybe.

He'll need an IDC,
strict fluid balance chart,

hourly urine measurements
and an NG tube.

How the hell is he still alive?

No idea. Contact his next of kin
and tell them to hurry, will you?

If it's not too much trouble, Cate.

MACHINE BLEEPS

ERICA: BP's dropping.

Open up those fluids.

We can't transport him to Radiology
like this. He's too unstable.

No, we can't.
FAST?

We'll put another
large-bore cannula in.

Page Hughes. Maybe he's got
some bright ideas.

If you could call
the All Saints Emergency department

when you get this message.

Thank you.

Are you perving on my doctor
or are you perving on my patient?

(Laughs) Looks like you've got
your hands full over there.

Aha! Take off your panties.

If I play my cards right. Yeah!

Hey, good news on Potassium Man.
Hmm?

Your patient from last week.
He could have died, isn't going to.

What's your point, Dan?

Um, there isn't one, Cate.

I just thought you'd like to know.

Everything alright here, Cate?
Yeah, fine.

Cate. Cate.

Listen, we're all a little bit
worried about you

and if you have a problem
please come and talk...

..to me about it.

Hmm.

And you don't remember who hit you?
HODGIE: No.

Do you know what he looks like?

No. But I think
I've fought him before.

JO: Hodgie likes to fight, don't ya?

Keeps you buffed. Ooh.
(Giggles)

Remember that night you headbutted
the guy with the red hair?

Nah. It sounds about right, though.
Blood-nuts.

(Both groan)
As bad as Poms.

(Giggles) Yeah, he came up to you
at the bar and he spilled your beer.

There you go, bastard blood-nut
wasting beer. Headbutt.

That head lac will need suturing
and so will the arm.

Can you set that up, please?
I can do whatever you want.

And he'll need a tet tox.
Anything for you, Doctor.

(Growls)

Can I see you for a minute?
Mm-hm.

Oooh. Cougar...
Mmm.

If Dr Goodtimes hassles you,
I'll headbutt him.

(Giggles) Thanks, Hodgie.

(Hodgie mumbles indistinctly)

In case you've forgotten,
your mate there belted an ambo.

Ah, Sean, he's not a bad guy,
really. (Giggles)

Let's suture those lacs
before his mood changes.

Do you want a head CT? I mean,
he does have a head injury.

It's all written up, Jo.
(Whispers) OK.

(Giggles)

Urine output?
Not much.

And what there is has blood in it.

Rhabdomyolysis.

Or it could just be kidney trauma.

Oh, you're an optimist, Frank.

And you're not a real surgeon yet,
so trust me on this one.

Well, the registrar exams
are tomorrow.

Which isn't today.

Do a urine analysis.
Watch out for myoglobinuria.

Blood results.

(Sighs) Potassium 6.9.

It's way too high.
FRANK: Mmm.

Calcium 7.0, CK through the roof,

haemoglobin down to 80.

Screams rhabdo to me.

What?

Free fluid in the abdomen.
Let's get two units of packed cells.

And put up another litre
of normal saline, please.

ERICA: Sure.
Thoughts?

You say that word once more,
I'll throttle you.

Well, just all the signs are
pointing towards rhabdo.

Jack, could you get in touch
with the surgical ward,

let them know some electives from
today will have to be postponed?

Uh, they've already been notified.
Please.

Thanks.

Have you finished with the FAST?
Yeah, for now.

You could've just said,
"Bugger off, Quade."

I'm a much nicer person
than you are, Frank.

(Laughs sarcastically)

We're going to do
a peritoneal lavage.

Have you ever done a DPL before?
Yep. Can you set it up, please?

You sure you want to do it?

We can't get him to theatre
or Radiology.

It's the only way we're going to
figure out what's going on.

Yes, hello.
Von Ryan, patient liaison.

My husband's here.

His foreman called and said
he'd been in an accident.

Right. Well, if you come with me,
we'll find out what's happening.

Thank you. Come on, Todd.

It's probably best
if he doesn't come along.

What? You'd prefer
I left him in the car?

No, of course not. We'll find
someone to look after him.

Uh... Oh, excellent, Dr West.

(Stammers)
Busy?

I was just reviewing
a patient's chart.

Righto. Now, this is Todd.

Todd, Dr West.
Hi, Todd.

Hi.

Would you please take
Todd to my office

while I take his mum
in to see his dad in Resus?

Oh, oh, of course.
Uh, come on, Todd.

This way, mate.

Frank, his wife's here.

I'll be right out.

Hmm. You want to check this?

You can't see through it.
It's blood.

Get if off to pathology.

Let's see how much of this we can
throw up to relieve the pressure.

Hello, Mrs McFarlane.

I'm Dr Campion,
I'm looking after your husband.

Vanessa. Is he alright?
Can I see him?

Yes, of course, Vanessa. But I must
warn you, his injuries are severe.

I understand.

If you do have any questions,
don't hesitate to ask.

Come in.

JACK: OK, let's repeat
the arterial blood gas,

see how that's sitting now.

ERICA: Yep. On it.
VANESSA: Oh, God.

I'm sorry we can't make it
any easier for you.

T waves are still peaking.

What's the matter with his stomach?

It looks like it's going to burst.

We're taking care of that.

Darren's been walking
scaffolding for years.

He wouldn't just fall.

VON: Is there anyone I can
call for you? A friend or...

No, I'm fine.

He's not going to die, is he?

We're trying to stabilise him
at the moment.

Once we've done that,
we'll take him up to theatre.

What's he doing?

Darren's stomach's full of blood,
we need to relieve the pressure.

MACHINES BEEP

CATE: He's in VF.
Starting compressions.

What's happening?
Um...

Watch the abdo output.

..his heart's gone into
abnormal rhythm.

It isn't beating properly.

Adrenaline 1mg, Lignocaine 100mg.
Already done.

(Sobs) Please, help him.
We need to defib.

They are, Vanessa, they are.

Charge them, 360.

Do you want calcium chloride
and sodium bicarb?

Why don't you go with Von?

I'll come and get you once we've
got this under control. Clear.

VON: Come on.
How did this happen?

No change.
Charge them, 360 again.

Clear.

Zoe, this is Michaeley Kraft.

She had breathing troubles
during a training session

but she wouldn't let me
put her in a wheelchair.

Did you ride here, Michaeley?
Quickest way.

I'll put this somewhere safe
for you, OK?

No. I want that where I can see it.

It will be perfectly safe
in the common room, I promise.

Promise.

Michaeley, I'm Dr Gallagher.

Can you tell me, do you have
a history of asthma?

No.

OK, Michaeley, we're just going
to lift you onto the bed.

Give me your weight.

(Pants)

Michaeley, I need to ask you
a few questions

but I don't want you to talk.

Just shake or nod your head.
(Sighs)

Do you have any allergies?
(Puffs)

Has this happened to you before?

(Pants)

Right, I need to listen
to your chest.

(Breathes heavily)

Deep breath.
(Inhales)

Resps at 32, pulse 100
and oxygen sats are at 90.

OK, we need to give you some meds
to open those airways.

Salbutamol 5mg, ipratropium bromide
500 micrograms nebuliser

and 25mg of prednisolone.

Hold on. What...what's in those?

Why? What are you worried about?

Steroids. I can't have steroids.

Let's drop the prednisolone.

We'll see how we go on the others.
OK.

We will get you breathing easy
in no time.

(Breathlessly) Great.

I can still train
this afternoon. (Pants)

Yep, we've got a pulse.
Sinus rhythm.

Get that blood up.

Let's do a full set of obs,
see where we stand now.

Fluid still draining from the abdo.

We need more access. He's losing
too much blood into his gut.

Want to set up for a central line?
Yes.

BP's 82 on 40, pulse is 130
and sats are at 95%.

God, at this rate
we'll never get him to theatre.

Let's do the ECG again
and another ABG.

I want to see what
these electrolytes are doing.

Sure.

We've got his heart started again,

we're trying to relieve
the pressure on his abdomen.

Trying to?

Vanessa, I assure you we are doing
everything we possibly can.

MAN: Ness.

I'm sorry, I was caught at the site.
You bastard.

What?
What did you do?

Ness, stop this.

Are you happy now?
You've killed him.

Ness...

I don't want him anywhere near
my husband. Do you understand?

Yes, you've been very clear
about that. The question is, why?

It's my request as next of kin,
that's why.

Isn't that all you need to know?
Yes, it is.

So you'll keep him away?

Of course.

Can I see my son, please?

I don't understand.

He's my brother,
I've got a right to see him.

I'm sorry. His wife's wishes
come before yours.

Why is Vanessa so upset with you?

(Sighs) I don't know.

She said you tried
to kill your brother.

Where did that come from?
What's that about?

I don't know why she said that.

It's not true.

She's not thinking straight.

Is it likely
your brother could have jumped?

No.

Look, I don't know. I mean,
a lot of things aren't making sense.

He was wearing a harness
but he didn't have it locked.

He knows better than that,
he's been doing it all his life.

Hmm.

Look, I can't...I can't see him

but can you at least
tell me how he is?

Well, his heart's stopped once

and, um, his body's filling up
with toxins because of the fall

and because of the weight
of the bricks that landed on him.

You can fix that, right?

If we can stabilise him,

if we can correct his electrolyte
imbalances and get him into theatre,

yep, we can start
repairing the damage.

(Scoffs) That's a lot of 'ifs'.

Yes, it is.

I'd better get back to him.

Why do you always spin around
when you hit those bananas?

I don't know.
Probably because they're slippery.

Oh.

TODD: Do you want a go?

Uh, yeah.

Mum!

Is Dad OK?

Mum, what's wrong?

Oh, I'm just a little bit worried,
that's all.

(Inhales) But hopefully
your dad's going to be fine.

He's tough, you know that.

Is he really sick?

Well, we've got lots of
good doctors and nurses here

and they're helping him get better.

So you and I have to be tough.

We got to keep our fingers crossed
and think positive thoughts.

Like we did when Sally got run over?

Exactly. (Sniffs)

Sally's our dog.

She's a Jack Russell.
She's really wicked.

Cool.

Look, we've got
an excellent creche here.

If you like, I can arrange
for him to go up today.

I'd like him to see his dad.

Er...are you sure that's a good idea?

It could be
very confronting for him.

Can either of you two guarantee
that my husband will live?

Then I think Todd has the right
to say goodbye to his father.

Why doesn't she want him
to see his brother?

I don't know, Erica.

How are we supposed to keep him
out of here?

We just are.
BP's 90 on 50.

Pulse is 130 and sats are at 93%.

What's his urine output now?

Not much and there's
a lot of blood in it still.

Better tell pathology to rush
on that last lot of bloods.

And, Cate, we're going to need
another dose of Resonium 15g NG.

Yep.

Vanessa McFarlane wants to bring
her son in to see his father.

Well, her timing leaves
a lot to be desired.

We're still struggling
to stabilise the man.

Well, not much I can do
about that, Frank.

Von, we can't really
expose a kid to this.

Well, his mother disagrees.

She might know her son
a little better than you, Jack.

Frank.

Get that central line finished.

We're not gonna go through
with this, are we, Frank?

The kid will get nightmares.
Never underestimate children.

They can handle a lot more
than we give them credit for.

I'm bringing the boy in.

This is bullshit.
Why?

The guy could die on us
at any second. He already has once.

How do we tell the wife and child

they don't have a right
to say goodbye?

Right. So let's make his father
as presentable as we can.

ERICA: I'll start cleaning him up.

I want a minimum number of people
in here when this is happening.

One doctor, me, and one nurse.

Well, I'm happy to stay.

I would've given anything
for the chance

to have said goodbye to my dad.

Me too, Cate.

Me too.

And your dad mightn't be able to
talk to you because he's asleep.

Uh, can I look after the Game Boy?

BART: Are you sure about this?

You want to hold my hand?

Mum, I'm not a baby.

Darren, look who's here to see you.

Come on, Todd.

Go say hi to your dad.

It's OK, mate. You can talk to him.

Dad, it's me.

Please get better.

MOBILE PHONE TRILLS

MICHAELEY: That'll be Ingmar.

Is he your boyfriend?
And coach.

At the moment mostly my coach.

Deep breath in.
(Inhales)

(Exhales)

Wants to know where the hell I am.

I was doing a time trial.

Alright if I call him back?

In a second. Just let me finish
the examination first.

OK, Michaeley, now, I need for you
to take a deep breath

and blow into this
as hard and fast as you can.

It's a machine that will
test your lung capacity.

Yeah, I know. I spent a week at
the Institute of Sport a year ago.

They ran a ton of tests -
fitness, muscle density, the lot.

Great.
(Exhales loudly)

OK, well, that's not great,

considering you're an athlete.

Let me try again, I can do better.

There's no pass or fail, Michaeley.

Anyway, the wheezing
has certainly reduced.

See? Who needs steroids?

So what are you training for?

Uh, triathlon. Commonwealth Games
is my long-term goal.

But before I get there
I need to nail the Nationals.

So what's wrong with me?

Well, you said
you don't have any allergies

and you don't suffer from asthma.

Are you on any current medication?

No.

Has your routine changed lately?

Nothing changes when you're
in the middle of a training regime -

same diet, same exercise timetable.

Can I call Ingmar back now,

let him know that I'll be there
for the afternoon session?

Well, you're really not meant
to use mobiles in a hospital.

Keep it short, OK?
Thank you.

I'd like to be taken off
the Resus case.

Sorry?

You keep asking if there's anything
that you can do. Well, this is it.

Can you take me out of Resus?

Can I ask why?

Can you just do this, Gabrielle?

I mean, surely there's
someone else who needs a hand

or a break or something, yeah?

I'm happy to take you
out of there, Cate.

But it's a big ask without me
even knowing why. Are you sick?

Is the case too confronting? What?

OK. Listen, you can take over
my patient in Subacute 3.

Great, thanks.
Yep.

But, Cate...
Yep.

This is the last time
I make concessions

for something that you seem
incapable of explaining to me.

Absolutely.
Cate, do you... Cate!

The la...

I'll keep an eye on her,
if you like.

Yeah, I'd appreciate that.

So how did you and Ingmar meet?

I, um, dropped out of school when
I was 15 to try to make the big time.

I had no idea how hard it was
to break into elite sport.

But he saw me on an athletics camp

and offered to train me
if I was serious.

Cool.
And I was.

So now I'm this close to making it.

And it's all because of him.

I'm sure you had
a lot to do with it!

(Sighs) Yeah.

It's really hard work.

But it will be worth it.

(Coughs)
Oooh.

You alright? Here we go.
Lean forward for me.

(Wheezes)
Big, deep breaths.

(Coughs)
That's it.

Cate and Michaeley, can I get you
to put these on for me, please?

What's wrong?

Your X-ray shows shadowing
right here and here.

And that shadowing can be consistent
with tuberculosis.

Tuberculosis.

(Laughs) No way,
people don't get TB anymore.

I'm afraid they do, though it's not
so common in this country anymore.

(Groans)

This is crazy.

I was immunised, I had the jab.

Like I said, it's a possibility
that we can't ignore.

You been travelling recently?
To any Third World country, say?

(Stammers) I competed in Mumbai
earlier this year.

Could I have caught it there?

We are going to need to move you
into an isolation room right now.

And we'll run some more tests
just to make sure of the diagnosis.

And if it is TB?

Well, why don't we make sure before
we get ourselves in a panic, OK?

OK, Hodgie. All done, mate.

Can you get that dressed for me?

I'd rather undress for you.

Knock it off, Jo.
(Giggles)

Hey, if she wants to get undressed,
you leave her alone, Doctor.

Him leaving me alone isn't exactly
what I'm after, Hodgie.

Oh, lucky bastard. Can I watch?

No.
Let me watch.

I won't make any noise.

I'll make a bit of noise. (Chitters)

(Giggles) But he doesn't
want to play, does he?

Alright, you need to leave.
You need to get your hands off her.

Hodgie, it's OK.
Don't worry about it.

Back off, Cougar.
So what, punch you in the head?

Hey? A little
bit of thunder for Doc?

You don't want to do that, mate.

Argh!

(Groans)

Are you OK?
HODGIE: I should pull through.

See, you DO care about me.

(Furiously) Get out.

SEAN: Jo.

I know, I was being unprofessional.

It won't happen again, blah, blah,
blah, blah. Are you happy?

No. This stops right now.

Come on. Aren't you just
a little bit interested?

No.

Not even a tiny bit?

We've got a patient in there
who's just reopened his sutures.

Yeah, I know.

Who's at a greater risk of infection.
I know.

Who could end up in surgery having
skin grafts to repair the damage

and that is because of
your unprofessionalism.

So, no, not interested.

Not in the slightest little bit.

Fine, it's your loss.

What's going on?

Oh, Sean and I were just chatting
about our future together.

(Smacks lips) What happened?

Sean, what's going on?

Doesn't matter.
It matters to me.

What are you doing with her?

What do you mean?
She's an idiot, Cate.

What?
She's an idiot.

What are you doing with her?

You don't know the first thing
about Jo, or me, for that matter.

Listen...
No. Get out of my face, Sean.

I tried to call Darren's mum

but it seems the whole bloody
retirement village has gone bowling.

Oh. Well, what about his father?

Oh, he died five years ago -

worked himself to death.

(Laughs) Scott reckons that Darren
turned into the old bugger

when they took over the business.

The old Darren is still
in there somewhere...

..and I still love him.

Right, I can organise, uh,

that place in the creche
for Todd right now.

Is that OK?

Yeah, thank you.

Here he is.

Mum, is Uncle Scott coming in?

Oh, I...I think he's busy, mate.

You know, work.

Good news, Michaeley.

Your blood tests tell us
that your calcium levels are up.

Oh, that's good.

Why the hell
would that be good news?

When we add that fact
to your immunisation history,

it's looking less like TB
all the time.

We'll need to do a sputum
and a Mantoux test,

just to rule it out completely.

Then we'll be back to finding out

what caused the shortness of breath
in the first place.

You better just leave your mask on,
though, in the meantime, OK?

I'd like to check
your lymph glands again, if I could?

Knock yourself out. (Laughs)

And could we start her on
a 24-hour urine collection?

Wait a minute. You guys want me
to stick around for a whole day?

Depending on further tests,
maybe longer.

But I told you when I first
got here, I'm on a strict timetable.

Well, why don't you call Ingmar
and explain everything?

I'm sure he'll understand.
No, he won't. (Laughs)

I'm happy to call him for you,
if you like,

and tell him how potentially serious
this could be.

If this is serious,

I'll lose everything,
including Ingmar.

He'd have some new protege...

..a new bedmate.

In a week...tops.

You're from
the Emergency department, right?

Yeah, can I help you?
Yeah.

I need to know how my brother is -
Darren McFarlane.

Do you reckon
you could find out for me?

Um, actually, I've been
helping to nurse him

but we've been told not to...

Not to let me near him -
yeah, I know.

I just need to know if he's OK.

Uh, we're still trying
to get him to theatre

but he's too unstable to be moved.

Oh, OK.

Mr McFarlane?
Scott.

Scott...if we understood

why your sister-in-law
doesn't want you in there,

then we might be able to help.

(Exhales)

Yeah, look, no...
That doesn't matter.

I just need to know
if my brother's OK.

Well, we need to respect
his wife's wishes.

Yeah, look, I understand that,
but...

..but if you could just
let me know if anything happens.

I know it's a lot to ask,
but he's my brother and...

(Sighs)

Alright, Scott, come with me.
I'll see what I can do.

Thank you.

Come on Michaeley, don't do this.

I have to finish my training.

It's really important we work out
what's going on with you.

I'm sorry, you had your chance.
I'm out of here.

Michaeley, you can't go home yet.

But I'm feeling fine, and time's up.

We know what's wrong with you.

And?

You have what's called sarcoidosis.

And what the hell is that?

It's an auto-immune disease.

It's where the body
stops recognising its own cells

and starts to attack them.

Which would explain
the shadowing on your lungs.

Exactly.

These cells, they bunch together

and that's what's restricted
your breathing this morning.

Yeah, whatever.
What do you do about it?

I mean, how do you cure it?

We need to reduce the inflammation,

and to do that, I have to put you
on a course of corticosteroids.

(Laughs) No way.

I'm sorry, Michaeley,
but you don't have a choice.

I'm not taking steroids.
End of story.

Full stop! Exclamation mark!
Where's my bike?

This problem's not
gonna go away, Michaeley.

It mightn't, but I am.

(Mutters) For God's sake.

Michaeley, wait!

If the sarcoidosis spreads to
your other organs, it will kill you.

I'll take the risk.
Michaeley, please!

I would so love to have a chat
to this Ingmar.

Putting that much pressure
on her is ridiculous.

(Sighs)

Hey! Boo!

Come on, I'll wait for you.
I need alcohol and lots of it.

(Laughs) Sure.

God, how slow are you being?

Oh, keep your knickers on. (Laughs)

(Mutters) I don't really
have much choice, do I?

ZOE: How long is Jo around for?

Oh, I don't know.
I guess until her next big adventure.

Why?
And then what happens?

To you, I mean?

If Sean's put you up to this...

No, I can assure you, he hasn't.

Look, I know Jo can be
a bit full-on, but...

Look, there's a lot more to Jo

than just playing drinking games
and chasing men.

(Chuckles) But that's all
we're seeing of her.

I was just wondering what you two
actually have in common.

(Sighs)

OK, it's fine - none of my business.

History.

That's what we've got in common -
a lot of history.

Jo did something for me
a few years ago

that she didn't have to,
and it cost her big-time.

Really?
Mmm.

We, um...

..played a bit of a prank
that backfired

and the Nursing Unit Manager
at the time was hurt,

and Jo took the fall.

I...I would have been deregistered
if I was caught.

I'd already had a couple
of warnings before then.

So...
So you owe her.

Yeah.

For my whole career,
whatever that's worth.

Do you have to lose that career
before the debt's paid back?

Cate, you're a different person
when Jo's around.

Well, she's made me question
a lot about myself.

What are the answers?

Party harder? Drink more?
Come on, what's that achieving?

Look, from where I stand,

I think Jo's got you on a path
to self-destruction.

Is this how you work, Zoe?

You make someone feel
like you give a damn

and then you sideswipe them
with a lecture?

Cate, this isn't a lecture.
It's just a friend...

You and Sean and whoever else wants
to judge me or Jo can go to hell.

Cate, I think...

No, you asked a question,
I answered it - conversation over.

DAN: You've got to be kidding me.

How will you get him in to see
his brother without anyone noticing?

I haven't figured that out yet,

but he's been outside
all this time, waiting.

How can we just ignore that?
Oh.

Help me?

Help you do what?

Just find him some place to wait
while I talk to Frank.

You weren't there
when we brought him in, OK?

It's his brother, OK?

No-one would stop me seeing mine.

How is AJ? Is he well?

Look, just put him
in the quiet room.

Please?
OK.

(Frank sighs) Where the bloody hell
is Erica? I need those blood results.

VINCENT: We still got drainage
on that DPL?

JACK: Yeah, but if we don't get him
to theatre soon,

he's, uh, gonna bleed out.

Well, why can't you take him now?

He's too unstable -
his potassium levels are too high.

If we took him up now,
we'd risk another cardiac arrest.

But he just said if we don't,
he'll bleed to death.

Vanessa, it's a very delicate
balancing act.

Why don't you wait outside
until we get this under control?

About bloody time.

ERICA: Potassium's down to 5.9.
Haemoglobin?

Dropped to 72.

What? After six units
of packed cells?

His potassium levels are low enough.

Well, maybe, but it's still
gonna be touch-and-go.

Haven't got a lot of choice.

What about his brother? Come on.

I don't like it any better than you
do, but his wife's request stands.

Get on to theatre,
tell them we're on our way.

How can she have the right to stop
a man from seeing his own brother,

yet she can wheel
an 8-year-old in here?

Theatre. Now.

See you next time, mate.

Will there be a next time?

Probably.
Right.

Do me a favour and keep
these sutures in, will you?

So...are you a poof?

I mean, I don't care or nothing -
I honestly don't - but are you?

Not that it's any of your business,
but it's not my persuasion, no.

So why aren't you banging Jo?

She's hot
and she's asking you for it.

I know all that,
but I have to work with her.

Yeah, and she's a nurse,
you're a doctor.

We're built for this stuff,
mate. (Laughs)

I think you've been here
long enough, Hodgie.

Back to the boozer?
Sweet.

Mate, do you want her
to leave you alone?

Bang her - works for me.

FRANK: You can wait down here
if you'd like, Vanessa,

or else there's a family room
up near the operating theatres.

Thank you.

He's not out of the woods yet,
I'm afraid.

Frankly, I don't know
how he survived this long.

Maybe he wants to live.
Maybe he does.

What are you doing here?

I've got a right to see him.

Go on, then. Take a good look,
see what you've done.

Sorry, mate, we have to go.

I didn't do anything, I swear it.
Did you tell him?

Maybe you'd like to take this
somewhere private?

Ness, I didn't tell him.
You've been threatening to.

Now I want the truth -

did you tell him about us?

Did you make him jump?
He's my brother.

Didn't seem to matter
when you were in his bed.

You were there too,
in case you hadn't noticed.

You go to hell.

Todd!

Uh-oh.

BART: Come here, mate.

Has someone found my nephew?

Yeah, he's fine.
He's with one of my doctors.

(Sighs) This is such a bloody mess.

I can't even tell you
how it all started.

Darren was away a lot and...

..Scott was just there.

Does your brother know?

No.

Scott's wanted
to tell him for months...

..but I couldn't.

I just knew he'd kill him
if he knew.

Do you think it's possible
to be in love with

two people at the same time?

(Laughs uncomfortably)

This isn't some fling, Dr Campion.

I love her.
Mm-hm.

If she agreed to tell Darren
and leave him,

I'd marry her in a heartbeat.

I'll never forgive myself
if he's done this deliberately.

It is possible
that he just fell this morning.

He's been fighting for his life
ever since he's been here.

That says something.

Have you spoken to Erica yet?

No, but I will.
Well, make sure you do.

This is the second time
in as many weeks she's ignored rules.

I do hope this isn't going
to become a habit with her.

So do I, Frank.

You know, you're losing control
of your team.

What?

Well, God only knows
what McMasters thinks she's doing,

and now Templeton's
run off the rails.

Erica has not run off the rails.

Just fix it or I will.

Knock, knock.
Rather you than me.

Mmm, impeccable timing
as usual, I see.

Your timing is never peccable.

Mmm. Walk with me.

Nothing would give me
greater pleasure.

Oh, really?
That's not what you said last night.

(Growls)
(Laughs)

Mum and Dad used to be like that.

But Dad's always at work now.

Yeah, my mum and dad
worked a lot too.

(Cries)

What is it, Todd?

It's my fault.
What is?

Dad got really angry when I told him

that Uncle Scott stays at our house
when he's away.

It's my fault he got hurt.

No, mate.

Michaeley,
this is Dr Gallagher, again.

Can you PLEASE
return my call? Please?

Still not answering?
This is so bloody frustrating.

I mean, I told her she could die
without treatment

and all she could think about
was finishing a training session.

Zoe, you can lead
a horse to water...

Besides, you've made the diagnosis -

at least now she knows
what's wrong with her.

Yeah, well, diagnosis
means nothing without treatment.

Oh, look, she could have another
respiratory attack at any time.

She could be dead now,
for all I know.

Zoe, you have done everything
you can. The rest is up to her, OK?

Yeah.

VANESSA: It's not your fault,
mate, OK? It's not.

(Sighs) Will he be alright?

Well, I've organised a counsellor,

and I would suggest that
the three of you make use of her.

Darren's out of theatre.

Surgeon would like to speak with you.

Bart, can you look after him?

Sure.

Ness?

(Sighs)

Your mum's right, mate.

You didn't do anything wrong, OK?

Come on.

DAN: Zoe?
Mmm?

Someone here to see you.

Michaeley!
Oh, I am so glad to see you.

It wasn't my idea.

Oh, you must be Ingmar.

Hi.
Hey.

Good health is more important than
winning all those medals, huh?

Very true.

So, um, how do I check back in
to this place?

OK, come on. Follow me.

I'll wait here.

Yeah, it's alright.

MICHAELEY: OK...

So...what's the game plan?

Well, now that we've put
the cannula back in your arm,

we'll give you the first dose
of the corticosteroid,

and then I'll get a specialist
to come down and see you.

Michaeley, I was really worried
about you.

I left a dozen or so
messages on your phone.

Yeah, I know.

I...guess I was just a little busy

getting my head around the fact
that my athletics career is over.

I'm sorry.

But you won't have to do it alone.

(Scoffs)

Look, I know this is hard for you

but your super coach is out there
being super boyfriend,

and he's really worried about you.

That's got to count
for something, right?

Can you do me a favour?
Sure.

Get him for me.

OK, won't be a minute.

Nothing's more important to him
than winning medals, Dr Gallagher.

VINCENT: Given the internal injuries
that your husband has sustained,

as well as our difficulty
in stabilising him,

it's actually a miracle
he's made it through surgery.

But he did - that's got to count
for something, right?

Well, yes, it does, but, um...
you know, he's still very sick.

He lost a lot of blood
and he has a major tear in his liver.

But on balance,
he's doing brilliantly.

Yeah, he's always been stubborn,
hasn't he, Ness?

When he sets his mind
to something...

Thank you. Thank you so much.
OK.

I guess we just wait now, right?

I mean, there's not
much else we can do.

We won't be doing anything, Scott.

Not anymore.

What do you mean?

I love you, Ness.

And I love you too.

But when Darren wakes up...

..I need to be able to
look him in the eye

and tell him
that you and I are over.

No, please don't do this.

Please don't do this.

(Sobs) I'm sorry, Scott.

I really am.

(Sniffs)

(Sniffs)

Excuse me, Von?

Can Todd and I go
to Intensive Care now?

Mmm.

Erica, my office.

Yep, I've just got to finish this.
Now.

I know I did
the wrong thing, Gabrielle,

but it isn't right to keep a man
from seeing his own brother.

We don't get to decide
what's right or not,

when it comes from a direct request
from next to kin.

You know that.

This isn't the first time
you've ignored protocols -

Ricky, it isn't even
the first time this month.

Yeah, but you...
But it will be the last.

I'm sorry.

So am I.

I've entered an official warning
into your record, Ricky.

Maybe next time, you'll think

before you let your emotions
get the better of you.

HODGIE: Mate, I'm fine. I'm fine.

Get the feeling
we've been here before?

Hey, Dr Diazepam.

Mate, you said that I wouldn't
be able to find him.

But I went back there, mate,
and I showed him lightning...

..and I showed him thunder,
and he couldn't hear the storm.

Ohh! Headbutt.

So where's the other bloke, then?

Hodgie was the only one on-site.

Witnesses say he flew at
some guy outside the pub

and got the absolute crap
beaten out of him.

How dare you! I'll go you, mate.

That's a dirty lie, Doctor.
Give it a rest, Hodgie.

Come on, boys.

Some people
just never learn, do they?

Wait...what was that back there?

You weren't there
when I was getting beaten up.

Don't shoot the messenger.

ERICA: No, I deserved it.
I did the wrong thing.

JO: Oh, it was just a warning.
I've had about a thousand of them.

CATE: She has, you know.

Besides, you might have opened
a whole case, Erica.

(Both laugh)

There was no conspiracy,
no murder plot.

It was just two people
who made a mistake.

A mistake? She slept with
her husband's brother!

He slept with his brother's wife!

I mean, give me a break.
They deserve everything they get.

Yes.
What about the kid, Todd?

Did he deserve it?
No.

See, that's why you should
screw around as much as possible

before you even have kids.

DAN: Who's having kids?

No, we're talking about
Vanessa and Scott.

And Erica's big trip
to the NUM's office.

Oh, leave it, Jo!

(Cate laughs)

You know what?
What?

I bet you used to piss your pants

when you went to
the principal's office, didn't you?

Yeah, very...very funny, very funny.

Hey, there's far too much talking

and not enough drinking
going on here.

Cheers.
That's what I say.

(Laughs)

DAN: Whoa! Whoa! Cate!

(Giggles)
Hey, the night's young.

(Laughs)

Was that a double?
That's what I asked for.

Well, they're watering them
down, then.

JACK: Hey, you want a beer?
VINCENT: A beer would be good.

Hey, Jacky! Vincent! Hello!

(Both laugh)

Hey, can you please get me
a double vodka

and make sure they do not
jib you on the serves, OK?

OK.
I think you might've had enough.

Do you want a dance?
No, no, I'm getting vodka.

Oh, yes! Yes, go get alcohol.

Why don't I forego that beer?

I think I'll drive you home,
young lady.

No, I'm not going home.
JO: You leave her alone!

I want to dance!

Hey, who wants to dance with me?

I do!
Come on!

VINCENT: What has she been drinking?

Bucketloads of whatever it was.
DAN: Heaps.

Can you do the '80s arms?

Ahh!

(All gasp)

Oh! Cate!
VINCENT: Catie!

Cate, are you OK? (Laughs) My God!

VINCENT: Oops - not her head.

JO: Oh, my God!

Just go slowly.
Oh, get up.

Slowly. You right?
(Laughs)

Ooh. Ooh.

Let me see.

(All shriek)
Jo: Ahh! Yuck!

DAN: Ohh.
ERICA: Eugh!

DAN: That's gross.

Oh...I'm so sorry.
That's alright, that's alright.

Why don't you come and sit down?
I'm so sorry.

(Groans)

Sit down here.

JO: Naughty.

(Whispers) Vincent, I'm so sorry.

JO: Are you alright?