All language subtitles for All.Saints.S11E26.720p.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.H.264-WH

WOMAN: Go.

(MAN COUGHS)

Brendan Holloway. Hobby farmer.
Tractor rollover.

Left arm partial amputate.
Might be fractured ribs.

BP's 90/50. Heart rate's 48.

Morphine?
10 milligrams IV with little effect.

Resus set up?
Yeah.

2 milligrams PRN bolus morphine
until the pain's under control.

We need the portable X-ray in here
for a trauma series ASAP.

Bloods?
Full bloods.

On three. Come on, people.

One, two, three.

(BRENDAN GROANS)

Now, Brendan, we're going to give you
something for this pain, mate.

We'll look after you, OK?
(PANTS, GROANS)

Oh, hey, good luck for tomorrow.
Thank you!

(BRENDAN GROANS)

Here you go.

What's the odds on the arm?
That's the least of our problems.

Oh, right. Set up a central line,
will you, Dan?

Brendan, open your eyes, mate. I'm
just going to shine a light in them.

(PANTS)
Stay with us, mate.

Where the bloody hell's Jaeger?

I don't know.

Oi. Haven't you and Dan got somewhere
you'd rather be today?

I think we both just want tomorrow
to come as quickly as possible.

But you must have a million things
to organise.

Nup. Everything's set
for the wedding.

Oh, my God!

Staying at home means
listening to my mum nag me

about watching out for black cockies
over the top.

What, for pooing?
No, just for flying.

She's full of all these
crazy superstitions.

Like I shouldn't lay eyes
on anyone called Erica today.

Well, we might not get any cockies,
but we might get an Erica.

I don't care. They're not mine.

(PANTS HEAVILY)

Are you OK?

Are you looking for a department?

(BREATHLESSLY)
General Admissions, I guess.

What for?
(ENGLISH ACCENT) Cystic fibrosis.

Get her a wheelchair. I'm going to
take you straight into Emergency.

Thanks.

I'm Gabrielle.
Stella.

OK, Erica's going to get you
settled into a bed

and I'll find a doctor to see you
as soon as possible.

Great.
Shouldn't be long.

We've just added a pneumothorax
to the list of injuries.

Hobby farming, you say? Some hobby.
Who's in Resus?

Tractor accident.
He's in a pretty bad way.

Oh, hey. You must be Amy.
That's me.

Hi. Oh, great, you're early,
which is fantastic.

If you could get changed,
I will get your paperwork organised.

OK.

You know about
the drug calculation test?

Yes.

You're going to have to do that
before you administer any drugs,

and Admin want a whole heap
of other forms as soon as possible.

OK.
I'll be back in a second.

Sorry - I'm Gabrielle. I'm the NUM.
Right.

Jack, can you take this for me,
please? Hannah Cardwell. Chest pain.

Sure. Cool.

Hey. Worked out where everything is?

Mmm... not really.

Lot to take in, yeah?

Uh... I need to get changed.

Right.
Well, the common room is over there.

Got it.

And when you're finished,
I've got a patient in Subacute.

Sure.
And Subacute is over there.

Thanks.
Sure.

Well, pelvis looks OK.

MIKE: Trauma seems confined to
the upper body, so that's something.

(VOICES ECHO)

His heart rate's down to 39
and his BP is still dropping.

Give him 0.5 mils of metaraminol.

Get a defib on stand-by.

(GROANS) The central line's
almost done.

What's wrong?
I don't know.

You right?
I need some air.

Steve! Steve!

Bloody hell. As if we didn't have
enough bloody patients in here.

Stay with me. Come on.
(GRUNTS)

Get a trolley and tell Beaumont
she's needed in Resus right now.

His pulse is racing.
I'll take care of him...

I'll be alright.
Shut up and stay put.

And have you travelled
overseas recently?

Only Tasmania. 18 months ago.

Hi. I'm Amy.

Hannah.
OK.

And what about flu-like symptoms?
Uh, sweats, muscle pains, shivers?

Nothing like that.
Mm-hm.

Now, Hannah's had some chest pains,

so let's get a sats probe onto her
and get obs taken.

12-lead ECG?
Yes, thank you.

Look, it's probably nothing.

Uh... the BP cuff's just here.

No, no, no. You did the right thing
coming in, having it checked out.

What we'll do is run some tests

and see if we can figure out
what's going on.

I'll be back in a little while.

You've had this done before?
Yeah.

OK. I'll just take this off.

Heard you needed some help.
Yeah, putting it mildly.

Pulmonary oedema. Non-cardiogenic.

He has a prolonged QT interval
and ST elevation.

(SIGHS) What the hell is going on?

Is Steve OK?
I hope so.

How's it looking?

Hmm. Still feeling dizzy?

Yeah, a bit.
Mm-hm.

Did you have any brekkie
this morning?

Toast, coffee. Same as always.
Huh.

(GROANS SOFTLY)

Is that tender?
A little, yeah.

I've got no idea
what happened, Frank.

Well, that's a bloody great help,
isn't it?

So, when did it come on?
The dizziness?

Last few minutes, really.

Hmm. And you've done nothing
out of the ordinary this morning?

I haven't been drinking, Frank.
OK.

I'm happy to have a blood test
if you want.

No need. Your word is good.

Alright. Well, I'll try and find
someone to fuss over you.

I'll be right in a sec.

You'll bloody well
stay where you are, use the oxygen,

and I will get someone to do an ECG.

Is that really necessary?
There's only one way to find out.

So much for going round the world
by alphabet.

(WHEEZES) I only made it
as far as Australia.

What about Afghanistan?

Too many hills.

Same with Armenia.

Hi, Stella. I'm Dr West.

Hi.

We're going to give you something to
try and settle your breathing down.

But I need to get some more
information from you.

It's all in there.

All the specialists.
Medications I've been taking.

Some people travel
with airport novels,

but me - I take
my medical history with me.

Have you really been travelling
all by yourself?

Uh-huh.

Never been further than France
before now.

And that was with my parents.

Wanted to see if I could do it
on my own.

How'd they feel about it?

Major panic attacks.
(CHUCKLES)

I need to speak to them.

Yeah, we'll get in touch
with them for you.

Good. I have to talk to them.

They need to know.

And your husband is contactable
on that number?

Yeah, but I don't want him to be.

There's no point in both of us
missing work.

Not if it's just a false alarm.

What work do you do?
I'm a school principal.

I'd better behave, then.

Relax. It's primary school.

Which is normally lovely,

but right now I've got
half my teachers off with flu

and a major departmental review
going on, so...

Bit stressful?
Very.

Which is what I was thinking
about the chest pains.

It might just be stress.

Trying to save me the trouble
of a diagnosis?

How are we going?

She's hypertensive - 150/90 -
and her heart rate's 85.

OK. Well, there's nothing obvious
going on here.

I might run some blood tests
just to make sure.

Will that take long?
Uh, about two hours.

But, hey, where else can you get
an excuse to have a midday nap?

OK, so we'll need a full blood
count, coags and troponin levels.

OK.

Actually... I'm not all that confident
doing the bloods.

Uh... OK...

I mean, I can. I just...

Maybe you should stay and supervise?

You know, first day, first ever
patient outside of college.

Oh. Have you just graduated?
Yeah.

Landed yourself in an E.D.
That's... impressive.

It's where I wanted to be.

Um... well, listen,
we're tight for time,

so go to Admin, do your paperwork,
and I'll take care of the bloods.

Oh, you've already told Hannah I'd
do it. She'll think I'm incompetent.

Oh, no, no. Relax.
No-one thinks you're incompetent.

Just... new.

(CHUCKLES) Sorry.
No, no, it's fine.

I'd rather you tell me

than do something wrong
because you're out of your depth.

Thank you.

You're doing fine.

It's your first day. You're allowed
to be a little bit cautious.

Hey! Why aren't you in the E.D.?

I'm looking for Admin. Gabrielle
said they need these forms.

Oh, righto. Come on. I'll show you.

Thank you, Dr Campion.

What happened to 'Uncle Frank'?

(CHUCKLES) Thanks, Uncle Frank.

That's better.

I thought you weren't joining us
till next week.

Really? I didn't mention
the change in dates?

No, and neither did your mum.

If I'd known, I would have
given you an introduction.

Actually, that's why
I didn't tell you.

Eh?

Hey, if I start off getting
favouritism, then...

Nobody will sit with you
at playlunch?

In fact, if... you don't mind,

I... really don't want anyone
to know about us being related.

How am I going to boast about you?
You're not!

You're my favourite niece!
I'm your only niece!

That's bloody irrelevant!

Just... (CHUCKLES)
..let me do this my way.

Oh, alright.
Be bloody difficult, then.

I don't know where you get it from.

But you do know where
my office is, right?

I already checked.

It's the middle of the night
in the UK,

so I've left a message
with the parents.

I'll let you know as soon as I hear.
Thanks.

Given her condition, though,
I doubt they'd be far from a phone.

Yeah.

I was hoping I'd last longer.

Not everything works out
how you want it to.

OK, Stella,
I'd like to run a few more tests,

and then Erica can get started
on the chest physio.

Let's do an urgent ABG.
Mm-hm.

Check my CO2 levels.

Been there, done that.

Uh, lung function test.
If you want.

Let's face it -
we know what's wrong with me.

It's not going to get any better.

I'd still like to do them,
if that's OK.

Stella, this is entirely up to you,
but do you want to be intubated?

I need to talk
to my mum and dad first.

We called them
and we left them a message,

so... we're waiting for them
to call back.

I need to speak to them.

Some of my friends with CF
were intubated at the end.

I know what it means.

This is the best option for you
at this stage.

You don't have to pretend with me.

I know I'm never going to
make it to Uruguay.

I'm not even going to make it
out of this bed.

Can you keep me alive long enough
to speak to Mum and Dad?

To say goodbye?

(COUGHS)

(WHEEZES)

OK, sit back.

That should feel a bit looser.

Yes. Thank you.

Let's see how long it lasts.

I'll give you some more
after a break.

So much for a change in scenery.

From here, Australia looks
just like England.

I bet you've seen the inside
of a few hospitals.

They all look the same.

I was going to hold a koala.

Meet a blond surfer.

(CHUCKLES)
Dumb, huh?

I don't think so.

Um, Stella, would you like to give
the BiPAP a go?

It'll be a lot more comfort
than just the physio.

Yeah, anything that might
give me some time.

Did you manage
to get onto my parents?

Not yet. The time difference
is making it a bit difficult.

Maybe they're away.

They don't get out much
when I'm there.

Well, don't you worry.
We'll find them.

I just need some help from you.

Would you know anywhere
they might be, like a relative's,

or is there a restaurant or a pub
they frequent?

I can't think of anywhere.

I'll keep trying.

We'll track them down, Stella.

I know you're not blond...
but I don't suppose you surf?

I'm going to organise the BiPAP.

I don't suppose you're going to
tell me what that's all about?

(COUGHS)

Can you see the cords?
Not with all these secretions.

It's filling up as fast
as I'm taking it out.

Alright.
That's looking a little better.

His BP is still dropping.
It's 90/55.

And he's tachycardic as well.

Alright. I'm in.
OK.

Get a chest X-ray
to confirm placement.

Air entry equal and bilateral.

But diminished heart sounds.
Increased jugular venous pressure.

Dan, forget about Radiology.

Organise an echocardiogram.
Do it now.

It could be a pericardial tear.
It could be anything.

Yeah. We'll need two units
of crossmatched blood.

Make up a norad infusion. Titrate
until we get a MAP higher than 70.

We can't transport him to theatre
this unstable.

We mightn't have any choice.

Do the echo first.
I'll take care of the rest.

How's Steve?
He's with Gabrielle.

OK, his BP's dropping. It's 70/40.

He's tamponading.
We'll have to open him up.

What about theatre?

He could be dead
before we get there.

Scalpel.

Let's go.

I don't want to be critical,

but as far as massages go,
this leaves a bit to be desired.

Desire has nothing to do with it.

Nothing?
Have you considered shutting up?

Seriously, I'm fine. This is stupid.
I... I should be back at work.

Well, that's not your decision.

What's the point of me
just lying here?

The point is that you collapsed.

And we don't know why.

So will you let me do this? Please?

How's the bloke in Resus?

Not good.

Then I should be in there helping.

Yep. OK. Why not?

I've got a million things
to do today,

so, you know, why should I
stand around wasting my time

if you say you're OK?

Couldn't agree more.

(GASPS, GROANS)

Nausea? Dizziness?

As soon as you stood up.
Who would have thunk it?

I don't like it
when you're being smug.

I don't like it when you're sick.

Will you let me finish this ECG?

Make sure you're alright?

God! Doctors!

Well, I've never thought about
teachers having to do budgets,

but I guess it's the same everywhere.

Afraid so. Which means less time
teaching, more time in an office.

Although, I still take
a remedial class once a week.

Keeps me in touch.

I like kids, but a classroom full of
8-year-olds - that would terrify me.

Sorry. Admin took longer
than I thought.

They always do.

Uh, can you get that
sent off to Pathology?

I'm sure I could handle that.

And... why don't you take a look
at Hannah's ECG

and tell me what you think?

It looks pretty good.
It does.

So that's it? I'm OK?

You'll have to bear with us long
enough to get the pathology results,

but I'll have you back
doing those budgets in no time.

Oh, great!

Oh, listen, in the meantime, I need
you to keep strict 30-minute obs

and keep a close eye
on her neuro status.

OK.

He's nice, isn't he?
Yeah. He is.

I need to grab something.
I'll be right back.

OK.

Oh!

Nobody saw nothing.
(LAUGHS)

Did you get the ring sorted?
Yes.

If Jack doesn't have the wedding
ring, there won't be a wedding.

He's got the ring sorted.
Fine.

Is Jack getting married?

Um, I hope not.
He doesn't have a girlfriend.

Dan and I are the ones
getting married. Tomorrow, actually.

And you're here?
You must be really organised.

Yes, I am.
I'm also hiding from my mother.

She's in a complete state.
Yeah, I know what you mean.

When my brother got married,
Mum was out of control.

Yeah, mine's driving me nuts with
nutty ideas about superstition.

Like what?

Like... every sad thought you have
the day before...

Is a sad year in your marriage.
Exactly.

Is there a... neuro torch here
I can use?

Um...

Yeah.
Ah.

What are you doing?

Dreaming.

It's my wish list.

Medical history in the front,
wish list at the back.

Bad order, huh?

So, you've already done
the crossed-off ones?

Uh-huh.

"Finish high school.
Get a full-time job." Really?

It lasted three months.

Typing, mostly, but I did it.

Right. "Learn a foreign language."
Oooh!

Does Australian count?

Well, that depends.
You've got to prove it.

(OCKER ACCENT)
"Oh, stone the flamin' crows!"

"Oh, Alf!"

(BOTH LAUGH)

Alright. You can cross that one off.

Have you found my mum and dad yet?

No, not yet. Von's onto it.
She'll find them.

Probably out kicking up
their heels somewhere.

Hope so.

They deserve it after all the years
of looking after me.

(SOBS) Oh, God.

I've got to have time
to talk to them.

It's OK. We'll get you started.

Are you ready?

That's it.

How are you feeling?
Oh, much better.

It sounds like I'm running out of
excuses to go and face the kids.

But you like your job, don't you?
Mostly, I do. A lot, actually.

Just as well.

Why's that?

My husband's just started
his own accounting practice.

Building the business
will take time.

It does. My dad started
his own business a few years ago.

He and Mum got totally
stressed out by it.

Longer hours, less money, travel.

Though, I got to go with him
to Venice one time.

Sounds lovely.
It's going well for him, then?

Yeah, brilliant now.
Best thing he ever did.

It'll be the same for your husband.

Are you sure you don't
want me to call him?

No. I'll fill him in
when I get home.

Up to you.

He's going to think I panicked
coming here.

Any kind of chest pain
is worth getting looked at.

Well, it's gone now. I've got
a bit of a headache, but that's it.

Really? I'll get you
some paracetamol and a cool cloth.

Between them,
they should do the trick.

That sounds perfect.
Two minutes.

(MIKE GRUNTS)

Is there something wrong with
the aircon in here? I'm a bit hot.

No. It feels about right.

(GRUNTS)

BP is up a bit - 90/60,
and his heart rate is at 90.

Suction.

(SIGHS)

I feel a bit, um... I don't know.

(SIGHS) Damn.
Tear in the right ventricle.

(GRUNTS) Stick your finger into it.

Hurry!
What?

Just... do it!

(GROANS)
Vlasek?

(COUGHS)

What's happening?

Blurred vision. Nausea.

The same as Steve.

He's a hobby farmer.
It's fertiliser.

Shit. Organophosphate poisoning.

Dan, get out.
What?

If you get contaminated, you
won't be getting married tomorrow.

I'll be OK. I'll keep my distance.
Out now.

Stay with us, Vlasek.
You'll have to talk me through this.

You need to keep
that right ventricle tear sealed.

Hold your finger there,
keep the pressure up.

You already said that.

CHARLOTTE: How are you going?

I WOULD be going alright

if Mr Pedant here
would just move it along.

Two drainage catheters
below the sternum.

You right with that?
Yeah.

Do it fast.
We've got to get him to theatre.

Oh, really?
We hadn't considered that.

Do you want instructions
or don't you?

Instructions, yes,
but a first-year medical lesson, no.

Hey. Contamination protocol says
that he should be isolated.

I think it's a little late for that.

He's exuding toxins, Frank.

Yes, I know.
That's why I'm wearing a mask.

Well, has anybody else
been feeling unwell?

Mike and Steve were the only ones
close enough to get a serious dose.

What about his clothes?
Bagged? Disposed of?

Do we look completely derelict?
Of course they have.

Where are you at
with the chest drain?

One in, the other
currently happening.

Well, make it happen fast.

Listen, if you've got nothing useful
to say, use the oxygen and shut up.

Hey. Sorry to have left you alone
for so long.

We're a bit under the pump today.
That's alright. I understand.

And Jack's been helping me,
showing me what's where.

Oh.

How's the drug calculation test
going?

Alright, I think.
Huh.

You would think doctors
had to do it as well,

but no, it's just us lucky chickens.

One litre of fluid intravenously
over six hours. The IV delivers...

Stupid test.

(LAUGHS)

They make us do it, so...
I suppose there's a point.

Admin justifying their jobs.

Hey, I suppose
the Frank Campion legend

has made its way
over to nursing college.

I heard a few stories.

And you still wanted to work here?
That's pretty brave.

Listen, he terrifies most people.
I handle him OK.

The secret is
just don't take it personally.

Thanks for the tip.

I don't suppose you've got
any pointers on this, then?

Oh, yeah, yeah. Give us a look.

Uh, volume in mils times... two.

No, no. Hang on. Mmm...

Maybe you should find somewhere
private to complete that test.

OK.

Probably best to let her
finish it herself, right?

Yeah, probably.
Yeah.

Hey, Jack?

Leave my nurses alone.

Hasn't served you very well
in the past.

Probably won't serve you very well
in the future.

Oh. Sorry, Mum.

I'll call if I'm going to be late

and check it's OK
to bring someone home.

Who says I'm interested in her?

Ha!
Oh!

Well, seeing as you're here,

1 litre delivered over 6 hours at
20 drops per mil - what's the rate?

I'm busy, Jack.

Oh! (LAUGHS)

You don't know.

Drip rate... equals volume per mil
times drops per mil

divided by time in hours times 60.

So the drip rate is... 56.
Are you happy, Doctor?

Rain Man!

Yeah. It's a direct line.

Thank you very much for that. 'Bye.

Well, no luck yet.

I've got the UK police onto it.
They understand the urgency.

Didn't give you any time frame?

No. They said
they're doing their best.

Uh... how long DO we have?

If she keeps deteriorating
at this rate,

probably no more
than a couple of hours.

Oh.

How's she going?

BiPAP's not really achieving much.
She's anxious about her parents.

I'm waiting for a call back.

Look, I know she's not keen,

but is it time to talk to her again
about intubation?

Yeah, I think it is.

(WHEEZES) No.

If you're intubated,
it could give you more time.

Maybe even enough for your parents
to get here.

I said no.

Stella, there's nothing much else
we can offer you.

Once I'm on the breathing machine,
that's it.

I won't ever get off it.

I would never get to speak
to them again.

Do you want the mask back on?

Hi.

Frank's cleared you to go home.

No, I might as well go back to work.

Are you sure that's a good idea?

Well, why wouldn't it be?
I mean, we know what made me sick.

So we also know I'm not
going to get any worse, right?

Oh, fine.
Have a shower first, though, OK?

Actually, now that you mention it,
I'm not actually 100%.

Maybe a sponge bath
would be quite nice.

Yeah, sure.

I'll see if Dan's free.

Oh, careful, Gabby! Come on!

In your dreams, mate.

Hey. How's Hannah doing?
Any problems?

No, nothing. She had a persistent
headache, so I gave her paracetamol.

Good. I'll be in
in a sec to check on those charts.

OK.

Is something wrong?
No, no. Everything's fine.

My headache's nearly gone,
so thank you for that.

That's OK.
Um... I'll be back in a second.

(SIGHS NERVOUSLY)

(MUTTERS) 120... over... 80...

GCS 15...

Now, is Amy taking care of you?

Oh, very good care. I'm thinking of
booking in here for my next holiday.

Er, personally,
I like the sand and sun.

So, is it time for me to go now?
Well, hopefully. We'll...

How are you feeling?
Fine.

Good.

And... this is looking good.

Blood pressure's trending down
and your obs are good.

How's the chest pain?
Gone.

Excellent. I think you can go home.

And let someone really sick
have the bed.

Can you organise Hannah's
discharge papers?

Sure.

I've been feeling like a passenger
lying round like this.

Yeah, well, people deserve a day off.

FRANK: Sit down. I don't want you
falling over again.

MIKE: I'm alright.
I want to go with him.

GABBY: You can't operate.

I just want to make sure

they're observing the proper
contamination procedures up there.

Huh! They're going to love that.

I'll take over.
I'm fine.

Oh, we've got a taste
for surgery now, have we?

Oh, alright.
But thanks for your help.

I couldn't have stuck my finger
in a hole any better.

Considering you were in a dead faint
and practically useless,

no, you couldn't have.

Any chance of saving his arm?
Let's try saving his life first.

OK. Let's go. Nice and slow.

What does your son do?

His present plan
is to manage a rock band.

(LAUGHS)

I don't know how we got
such a slacker.

Dean and I were always
good at school.

He might get famous.
Oh, he might.

He's a lovely kid, but you'd
never know it to look at him.

He's gone all emo lately with the...
with, uh...

Oh, I can't see.

Black fingernails?

(SLURS) No, I... can't s-see.

(GASPS) Oh!

(GASPS) Oh!

Hannah, what's the matter?
Oh, my head!

Oh!

Hannah!

Help!

(SHOUTS) I need help!

All yours.
Help! I need some help here!

What's happened?

I don't know.
I think she just stroked out.

We'll have to intubate.
We'll need a size 7 ET tube.

I'll get the trolley.
I'll get it.

How'd it happen?
I don't know. Her BP was stable.

It WAS. I don't think
it was trending down.

There must be some indication.

YOU look at the obs, Frank.
Tell me what I've missed.

Right pupil's fixed and dilated.
Let's hope she's not coning.

Right pupil's fixed and dilated.
Let's hope she's not coning.

Want me to do the intubation?
I should be fine.

We'll need an urgent head CT.
DAN: Yep.

We'll need an urgent head CT.
DAN: Yep.

No, I can't do this.
I can't see the cords.

I'll do it. Get her on the bed.

Take a break. Go on.
There's nothing you can do here.

One, two, three.

Yeah, we need an urgent head CT
for Hannah Cardwell.

Pupils are fixed and dilated. There's
no improvement since we intubated.

Hmm.

Doesn't make sense, Frank.
There were no warning signs.

I mean, I was talking to her,
she was chatting, completely alert.

No signs of disorientation.

In fact, she was... she was
embarrassed about taking up a bed.

Yes, you're right.

There's no indication
of a deterioration here either.

The scans are back.

Oh, well, I think I know
what we're going to see here.

"Extensive haemorrhagic stroke.
Significant midline shift."

Irreversible brain damage.
Jesus.

Have we got onto ICU yet?
We're still waiting on a bed.

(SIGHS) Well, I think I know what
the neurosurgeon's going to say.

Yep.

Is she an organ donor?

We don't know.

Oh, Dan. Your brother's
in the waiting room.

Right.
Go. I'll deal with this.

You OK?
(GRUNTS)

Mmm.

What the hell are you doing here?

What sort of hello is that?

Well, you're not sick, yeah?
The wedding's not till tomorrow.

You don't miss me, do you?
So, come on, what is it?

I was passing and I thought
I'd drop in and say hi.

And?

And Mum is driving me spare.

She re-ironed our shirts
about three times.

So tell her to stop... Wouldn't help.

You haven't come in
just to hide from her. What is it?

Er, actually,
there is another reason.

Surprise me.

Alright. You have one night in your
entire life left as a single...

No! No bucks party!
It's a rite of passage.

I've already told you this.
I'm not interested.

You owe this to me and Macca
and Eddie and Jeff.

I don't owe these guys nothing.
(CHUCKLES)

You are severing the bonds
of mateship for all time.

I'm not interested. OK?

All I want from tonight
is a good night's sleep.

You are starting to sound
like our mother.

Insulting me will not change my mind.

What will?

(CHUCKLES) Luke, give up, OK?
I've got to get back to work.

So, is that a yes?

But, Luke... that was a nice try.

How's that? Do you want to take
the mask off for a bit?

OK.

(SOFTLY) There you go.

Engagement?

Yeah.

That was on my list. To get married.

Tell me about him.

Um... he's a nurse too.
I met him here, actually.

Does he surf?

Uh... no.

But... he makes me feel like
I'm really worth something.

We all need someone like that.

Yeah.

(COUGHS)

My parents?

Not yet. I'm sorry.
We haven't given up.

I need to tell them
how much I love them.

How grateful I am for everything
that they've done for me.

It's really important.

We can get a video camera
or... a tape recorder.

I'll write it down. A letter.

If I'm strong enough.

Well, I could do that for you. You
just tell me what you want to say.

Can I go outside?

In the garden?

Um...

Please?

I think, uh...

..the garden sounds pretty good.

(STELLA WHEEZES)

Are you still OK to be out here?

I can see other people.

I want that.

Everything normal.

What's happening to me -
it's normal too.

We all get what we're given.

I've been given so much.

You tell me when
you're ready to start.

How do you say thank you...

..without it sounding like...
just words?

You just say it. They'll know.

I've got the first bit.

"Dear Mum and Dad..."

Here you are.

She's dead, isn't she?

No, we've taken her up to ICU.

It was a stroke, then?

Yes, it was.

Will she be alright?

No, she won't.

Oh, God. I can't believe
this is happening.

Now, listen. Strokes can come on
very quickly, with no warning at all.

Maybe I did something wrong.

Amy, quickly, with no warning.
At all.

Even if everyone
did everything right?

Even so. So don't punish yourself.

I know it's a hard lesson,

but sometimes
things happen around here

over which we have no control
whatsoever.

OK?

OK.

You sure?

Yep.

Good girl.

..9, yeah...

..843. Oh, look,
thanks so much for that.

Oh, yeah.
Yeah, we'll do it right now.

'Bye.

Parents found.
They're waiting at home now.

Thanks.
OK.

Uh, country code, area code.

I was beginning to think...
It doesn't matter. Thank you, Von!

Thank you!

Guys!

We found them!

(GROANS) Oh, no.

(SNIFFS) Well, at least
we got the letter done.

Her parents are waiting
for her to call.

I'll talk to them.

Yeah, yeah, she was. Very brave.

It was a real privilege
to look after her.

I'm going to put Von on
to explain what happens next.

Again, I'm so sorry.

Hey. Hey. Hey, it's alright.

(SOBS)
Oh, Ric. Shhh-shh-shh-shh.

It's alright.

My mum said that if
we're going to have a happy marriage,

then today shouldn't be sad.

Look... with all due respect
to your mother, that's crap.

Ricky... we're in love, aren't we?

We have a life to live...
together, hmm?

Listen... I'm going to make
a lot of promises to you tomorrow,

but there's one that I'll make
to you right now, OK?

We are going to be happy.

Alright?

And nothing - nothing -
is going to interfere with that.

OK?

I love you.

Oh. How'd it go?

Oh, farm boy? He's in ICU.
He's stable.

How's his arm?

Oh, well, we tried, but there was
nothing viable below the elbow.

Thanks for holding the fort earlier.
Appreciate it.

Oh, it was nothing.
It's hardly rocket science!

Right, so, next time
you call me for a consult,

I'll just go for a coffee
and you can take over, hey?

Well, looks like
we're both still alive, hey?

Oh, it was nothing.
Come good in no time.

Yeah. Me too.

Actually, I still feel like crap.

Me too.

Anybody seen Amy?

She'll be about.

I should probably
go and sort her out.

No, she's OK.

What?
I had a chat to her.

Why?

She was upset.
Oh.

Tell me, how do you think
she's, uh, travelling?

Oh, God.
Well, she seems nice enough.

But tell me,
whose brilliant idea was it

to chuck her into the E.D.
straight out of college?

Oh, come on.
She just needs to find her feet.

(JACK SIGHS)

How is she?

(SIGHS) There's no point
in surgical intervention.

There's nothing to be done.

Are you OK?

I must have missed something.

You know, underestimated the headache
or missed one of the signs or...

..something.

Look, Jack...

..I've been beating myself up too.

No, you've got no reason to...

Maybe I didn't do something
I should have.

No, listen, you did everything
that I told you to do.

You are in no way to blame for this.

I was her doctor.

Dr Campion told me
no-one needs to feel guilty.

Sometimes these things happen.

Well, however you look at it,
I'm responsible, so...

No, he's right.

It wasn't anybody's fault.

Listen, her family's
going to be here soon,

so maybe you should go home now.

OK.

Oh, Amy.

You did a good job today.

LUKE: (WHISPERS) He's in there.

Quiet. Don't wake Mum up.

ALL: (SHOUT) Wakey-wakey!

(ALL LAUGH)
DAN: What the hell?

Nice, big smile
for the wedding album, please.

(DAN LAUGHS FEEBLY)

Ha ha. Very funny. Off you go
to your party now, guys, OK?

Up you get.
Piss off!

We will.
And you're coming with us.

I'm not kidding, guys.
I'm not in the mood. MUM! MUM!

Nice socks, mate.
They're really working for you.

I have bad circulation, OK?
My feet get very cold.

(GROANS)

Shh!
Guys... guys...

What are you doing?

We're just giving my little brother
the send-off he deserves.

Mum, tell them to knock it off.

I thought we'd agreed
there'd be none of this carry-on.

Yes, we did, so whatever you have
planned, just count me out, OK?

It's too late.
Have you boys been drinking?

I have!

Macca's sober and he's driving, OK?

No, it's not OK. Put him down.

Look, Mum, they're not going to
hurt him, OK? I promise.

Wait, wait. Wh-where are we going?

Luke, tell them to stop.

Oh! Luke, you're a dead man!
Have a good time, mate!

I swear it, man! I'm going to sell
your wheelchair when you're sleeping!

I don't know what you're
so happy about. He means it.

And I'm not going to stop him.

(MEN LAUGH RAUCOUSLY)

Oh, God!

Yes, it's a joke.
Very funny joke, guys, yes.

OK, but it's over now, alright?
What...

Arggh! I'm getting married tomorrow.
I'm getting married TODAY!

Maybe. Or maybe not. (LAUGHS LOUDLY)

We're just helping you...
tie the knot.

I hope Ricky doesn't mind
waiting for you, mate.

So, what's the plan? You just
going to tie me up and leave me here?

Um... yeah.
(MEN LAUGH)

Look, I tell you what -

next time we go out to Cougars,
drinks are on me all night.

What? Hey - we're your mates.

You shouldn't be trying
to buy your mates.

Man, what have you been drinking?

Hey, a big smile, Danny boy!

You're all dead!
(ALL LAUGH)

Alright, well, uh,
see you later, mate.

See you, Danny!
Catch you!

Come on.
Don't stay up too late!

Come on. Guys, give me a break!

Come on!
Big day tomorrow.

Come on.

You'd better watch out!

Well, uh, we'll see you
at the wedding!

Guys, mosquitoes are biting my face!

Mosquitoes are biting my face!
I'm getting married!

You don't want me to go to my wedding
looking like I've got chickenpox!

(MEN LAUGH)

You don't want to get on the wrong
side of Ricky. She's... she's bound...

(HORN HONKS REPEATEDLY)

That's right.
You'd better be coming back.

(CALLS OUT) Oh, Dan!
Would you marry me?!

Macca!

I love you, Dan! I love you!

(URGENTLY) Macca!

(MEN CONTINUE SHOUTING)

Turn your lights on!

Macca!

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Watch out!

Jesus Christ! MAC!

(GRUNTS DESPERATELY)