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Oh, God.

How did you sleep? Amy!

You didn't say you lived with Frank.

What's going on in there?

(MAN SCREAMS IN AGONY)

(SCREAMS)

(SCREAMS)

MAN: You know, Bree, baby. Hey!

If you were a tear in my eye, I wouldn't cry for fear of losing you.

What's he on? Oh, don't fight it.

Not alcohol.

Whatever it is, he's not high, he's heading for the moon.

Oh, come on. You know we're meant to be together.

So you keep saying. His name's Roger the Dodger, apparently.

That's all I could get out of him.

Hey! Whoa!

Get bloody warning lights or use another corridor.

Sorry, Frank. Thought it was our right of way.

In your dreams, Vlasek. Hey, where are you heading?

Cave-in. One man trapped, maybe more. No idea of state of play, Frank.

We'll let you know.

Cowboys.

What's our travel time?

Going by the coordinates, an hour or so.

We have to go off-road so it might be a bumpy ride.

Hey, give us a look.

Hey! (SLAMS DOOR)

I do all the driving around here, buddy.

Who made you boss, cocky?

Them's the rules. Better get used to it.

(STARTS ENGINE)

I hate sitting in the back seat.

Roger, sit still for us.

I am... I'm fine. I've never ever felt better.

Your pupils are huge. What have you taken?

All the better to see you with, my sweetheart.

(LAUGHS) GABRIELLE: What happened?

Skateboard. He said he felt a popping sensation.

But I don't think he's feeling much pain.

Roger, sit still!

Yes, ma'am.

Got some swelling evident and mild bruising but good circ return.

He also refused analgesia.

If you offer me something else, I might take it.

(LAUGHS)

You're not gonna get anything out until he comes down so have fun.

Huh.

Look straight at me.

Anytime you like, you gorgeous creature, you.

Roger, it's possible that you've ruptured your Achilles tendon.

So you're gonna have to let us examine you.

Pupils are dilated but reactive to light.

Yes, I can see the light. (LAUGHS)

Alright, I'm gonna have a look at that ankle.

Stop yelling. Why is everybody yelling?

No, no, no. No, no. Wait. I want someone who's gentle.

How about you, sweetheart?

I'll see what Rescue have got to say. Will you speak to that guy?

He probably called it in. Yeah.

Hold up, boys.

You ain't going anywhere near that cave without these.

Comprende?

G'day, mate. I'm Steve Taylor. I'm with the Medical Response Unit.

You the bloke that called this in? Yeah.

You said there was someone trapped in there, right?

Yeah.

Do you know how many people are inside?

No.

But there is someone in there, yeah?

Yeah, that's what I reckon.

OK, but you're not sure?

I never heard anything like that before.

And it wasn't an animal.

And if it wasn't a human, then it must be some kind of banshee.

And that car isn't mine.

Right.

What have we got? Nothing. It's clean, locked up.

There's nothing there to indicate how many people were here.

How did you go? Oh, it could have been a banshee.

What?

Nothing.

What's the story?

Any sign of life? Not since they got here.

They're just going by that guy's word.

Is he still here? He's done a bunk.

Hope he's not having us on.

Well, he said that car wasn't his.

It must belong to someone. Yeah, right.

They managed to clear a small passage. The rest is up to us.

If we push our gear in ahead of us, should be alright, yeah.

Hold that thought.

I go first, yeah?

Jimmy, chuck us that rope.

Them's the rules. Better get used to it.

MIKE: (ON RADIO) How's it going, Jo?

It's a bit of a squeeze.

(ON RADIO) Hope you're not claustrophobic.

Any chance we can fit through?

It'll be tight.

It's pretty unstable. But I think it'll hold if I'm careful.

Just hope there aren't any bats in here.

I don't know how far the collapse goes in.

Jo, are you OK?

(COUGHS)

MIKE: (ON RADIO) Speak to us, Jo.

Yes, still here.

I'm through.

Got him. Male, late 40s, head lac.

You still with us?

MIKE: (ON RADIO) How's he going? There's a pulse.

It's thready, but it's there.

We're coming through.

(ON RADIO) Yeah, maybe just one of you, though.

It's a bit unstable down here.

I'll flip you for it, mate. Too late. I win.

Come on. Open your eyes for me.

(GROANS)

You got a minute? Make it quick.

We might have a problem.

Name's Mae Mooney. Next-door neighbour brought her in.

Saw she hasn't cleared her letterbox,

broke in and found her on the floor.

So what's the problem?

Haven't gotten much out of her apart from she wants to go home.

Neuro obs? That's the other problem.

She doesn't want me to triage her.

(SIGHS)

Hello, Mae. I'm Frank Campion.

Now, I believe you've had a bit of a fall.

Oh, I don't remember. But I feel a bit sore.

Do you know how long you were lying there?

Mm-mm. I couldn't get up. I tried.

I wet myself and I've never done that before.

Oh, that's alright. We'll get you a gown and a change of clothes.

Oh, thank you, but I need to get home.

My animals would...

Why don't we find you a bed, just for a few hours

till we can discover why you collapsed?

I'm sure your animals will be alright for an hour or two.

They're not supposed to be in the flat at all.

The landlord will kick me out.

Well, we'll be as quick as we can.

You get Mae a bed, do full bloods, BSL

and run some Hartmann's, will you?

Yep. I'll get a warm blanket too. Yep.

He's lost consciousness again.

How are his obs? BP's low.

Depressed respiratory rate.

Pupils are equal but sluggish reaction.

(SIGHS) Hardly the sort of clothing you'd wear to go caving, is it?

Mmm.

Maybe it was a spur-of-the-moment thing.

Great place for a picnic.

Wine bottle. He's been drinking.

(SNIFFS, EXHALES SHARPLY) You find any ID on him?

Just car keys and a couple of bucks worth of coins.

Maybe he's on the run from something.

No ID, hidden car, hiding out in a cave with food supplies.

You go figure.

Well, there's no abdo bruising.

Doesn't mean to say that he doesn't have internal injuries.

Let's get our mystery man outta here, shall we?

Results show no indication of a stroke.

That's good news!

So I can go home?

We'd like you to wait for the blood results to return.

I'm sure they'll be alright.

When was the last time you saw your doctor?

About four years ago.

What, and you haven't even had a cold since then?

I had to move from my last place

and I haven't had a chance to find a new doctor.

That might be a bit hard on Mae's arm.

Let's do it the old-fashioned way, shall we?

Those horrible machines pump up the cuff too tightly.

Skin turgor's not good.

No, it isn't. You're very dehydrated, Mrs Mooney.

That could be as a result of lying on the floor for a few days.

Can we get that Hartmann's hung, please?

Well, your blood pressure is low, but we can fix that.

Now, tell me, young Mae, how many animals have you got?

Two cats and a dog.

A Jack Russell cross. They're almost as old as I am.

(LAUGHS) Begorrah!

I bet with a handle like yours, they've got Irish names too.

(LAUGHS) You're so right. Shannon, Kelly and Finn.

Anything else you need me to do, boss?

No, I'll be looking after Mae from now on.

If it's not too much trouble,

do you think I could have a biscuit or something, please?

Can we find her a sandwich and a cuppa?

No problem.

And I'll see what I can rustle up!

(LAUGHS)

(GRUNTS)

Steady, steady. How are you going back there?

Yeah, fine.

(GRUNTS)

Whoa! Hold it right there! Something's falling!

Hey! Take it easy.

(COUGHS, PANTS)

Mike, you alright? Yeah.

Yeah, he's alright. (PANTS)

OK, let's see if we can get him moving again.

And again. (GRUNTS)

You want to work bankers' hours, you're working in the wrong place.

Won't happen again, Frank. You can help Amy.

Achilles tendon rupture.

Will you please stop waving your arms?

It tickles!

Homer will give you a hand.

Well, I hope you have more luck than I've been having.

I managed to get the splint off and that's about it.

Can you roll over on your stomach, please,

with your feet hanging over the end of the bed?

Why should I do that for you?

Because I need to assess your injuries.

Oh, don't worry. He's very good with his hands.

Oh. Way to go. (LAUGHS)

(GRUNTS)

What have you been taking? Magic powder, boyo.

Whole shitload of coke. Oh, what a buzz!

Oh, ow! Hey! I felt that.

You're supposed to be gentle.

We can organise a sedative for you.

Oh, no way. I am fine just the way I am, thanks.

How long's he been like this? Over two hours.

Well, it must have been cut with speed or other amphetamines.

Should have come down by now. (SCOFFS) I don't wanna come down.

This is pure heaven. (LAUGHS)

(SIGHS CONTENTEDLY)

(PANTS)

OK, on three, we're gonna lower him down, OK?

One, two, three.

Hey, you need that on, mate. You need it on.

Do you know where you are?

Just need to ask you some questions. Just stay with us, OK?

Are you on any medication? Dion.

Dion.

What's he saying?

Dion.

Is that your name? 'Dion'?

(PANTS) My son.

Whoo! Hey, come on. Keep with us, mate. Keep with us.

God, you don't think it...?

Was your son here with you in the cave?

Stay with us! Was your son with you in the cave?

Was your son with you?

How long's he been like this? Since we pulled him outta there.

Prior to that, he was disoriented and confused.

Head trauma may be worse than it looks.

But he has been drinking. Hard to tell how much.

On my count - one, two three.

Be handy if we could rouse him as soon as possible.

He's been mumbling something about his son.

We need to know what he was talking about.

Alright, let's go full blood work-up, blood-alcohol level,

tox screen and head and chest X-rays, please.

CLAIRE: I'll do the bloods. What have we got?

Head lac, no broken bones, no obvious internal injuries.

And no reason, I can see, why he's deteriorating so fast.

I hope to hell you didn't sedate him.

I didn't, no. Why? This is Ken Bracey.

I diagnosed him with FFI two months ago.

What on earth's FFI? Fatal Familial Insomnia.

Well, I've never heard of it.

It means he can never get past the first stage of sleep.

What, he never sleeps? Not as we know it.

So his body and his mind never actually rejuvenate.

Well, what about sleeping pills?

They'd just put him in an irreversible coma.

And there's no known treatment. Oh, that's hideous.

Has he got any children? Two, as far as I know.

Do you know their names?

It's just that he was muttering something about 'Dion'.

He may still be out at the cave.

I'll get Von to call his wife.

I'll get Steve and Jo up to speed.

That's gotta be one of the most blood-curdling diseases

I've ever heard of.

Yeah. Me too.

Still, if it causes hallucinations and confusion,

there might not be a child in here at all.

Well, if he's drinking the wine, who are those juice bottles for?

Mmm.

(ROCKS FALL)

Huh.

Phew!

Well, at least if the whole thing goes down on us,

we've got this stuff to keep us going.

Yeah.

I went 52 hours without sleep once.

Not deliberately, I hope.

Yeah. It was a dare.

Kids stuff. I was 18.

No idea which way was up.

I can't imagine how this poor bloke feels.

Steve.

How long have you lived alone?

Oh, since my sister, Kathleen, died.

Hmm. 5.5 years ago.

Do you have other family? Mmm.

What about friends?

The problem is with getting old is that you outlive most of them

or they're in nursing homes.

(CHUCKLES) I'm very lucky that I have my pets.

You know, with skin as fragile as yours,

these bandaids can be rather abrasive,

so I suggest if you're going to treat it yourself

that you use non-adhesive dressings.

Mmm.

I've only got to bump myself and they always end up like this.

Oh. (CHUCKLES) Skin like tissue paper.

Oh.

You know, district nurses can take care of things like this.

I wouldn't want to worry anyone over something as trivial as this.

They have many more serious cases to deal with.

And what if you hurt yourself or you get sick?

Have you got someone you can call?

Er, I-I don't have a phone.

Well, if you did have, you could have called for help when you fell over.

Shannon -

that's my little Jack Russell -

needed an operation

and it was either that or keeping the phone on.

I can do without a phone but I can't do without my little friend.

It's only diazepam. It will just settle you down.

Mm-mm-mm.

Come on. You let me get you into the gown.

Up close and personal. That's the way I like it.

But no drugs. What? Coke and speed aren't drugs?

Stimulation, energisation, galvanisation, intensification.

What you want to give me will just bring me down.

Alright, 'Mr Up Close and Personal', at least let me do your obs.

Careful.

I'm ticklish, remember?

Oh, that's probably... (CHUCKLES)

..because of what you've taken.

You're more sensitive to touch. Oh, yeah, baby.

Good.

So, he's taken his medication? BOTH: Not yet.

We're going to need to take you to Radiology

to get an ultrasound on your ankle.

Mmm. No. I am fine right where I am, thanks.

Do you know the long-term effects of cocaine abuse?

(GRUNTS) Here it comes. Joy, joy, joy. Joy, joy, joy.

Heart disease, respiratory failure, gastrointestinal problems...

Alertness, stamina, success, happy. ..strokes...

..seizures. Happiness, happy, happy, happy!

I never ever want to sleep again.

(CHORTLES)

His blood pressure and heart rate are still elevated.

Why did that other bloke call you Homer?

It's his nickname. It's cute, isn't it?

Mmm. (CHUCKLES)

Well, if you're Homer, then you can be Helen of Troy.

The face that launched a thousand ships.

Aw! Thanks, Rog!

Yeah. Can I see you for a minute?

(MUTTERS) What have I done wrong now?

Going along with his fantasies

isn't gonna make him see that he's doing harm to himself.

Well, he's not listening to sense now anyway.

If we don't present a united front,

how the hell are we gonna get him to take medication or treatment?

So what do you want me to do - sit on him?

Just...

..do your job!

(MOUTHS INAUDIBLY)

Head wound doesn't appear too serious.

There's some bruising to his limbs but no apparent breakages

and some bruising to his abdo.

What's his resp rate like?

Same as his old man's.

Depressed.

What's this?

Happy families.

This was drawn today. How can you tell?

Ken was wearing a stripy shirt.

And look - the same as in the picture.

Well, then, who's that?

C spine's clear. We can lose the hard collar.

No sign of intracranial trauma,

so why hasn't he regained consciousness?

Could be bleeding internally. I'll set up for a FAST.

Beaumont can do that. You don't need to be here, Vlasek.

If his level of consciousness keeps dropping,

he's not going to maintain his airway.

We can handle that as well.

You've got another job. We'll page you if need be.

Come on. Off you go.

You can't have it both ways.

I can have it any way I want, Frank.

I think we're wasting our time doing a FAST but go ahead anyway.

What? Have you got a theory?

Poor bugger.

Two months ago, he didn't even know he had this condition.

(GRUNTS)

Mae! What are you doing? I need you to stay in bed!

I've got to get back to my pets.

It won't be much longer. They'll be perfectly alright.

Now, get back into bed, you silly woman!

Do you need a hand, boss? No, I don't.

When was the last time you had a decent feed?

I can take care of myself.

Those sores are not just from bumps.

I tell you, you show every sign of malnutrition.

I eat when I feel like eating.

Well, it's obviously not enough.

(SIGHS)

Oh, I know it can be hard to make ends meet.

Yeah, even pet food is expensive. And trips to the vet.

I dare say you look after your animals better than yourself.

There is help out there

if you're having trouble making ends meet, you know.

Dr Campion, I have never taken charity in my life

and I'm not about to start now.

Let me tell you something, Mae Mooney,

there are people who walk in through that door who we simply cannot help.

So when we can help, it makes us very happy.

You think about that.

Her name is Marley. About eight.

I've contacted the mother and she's on her way in.

Let us know whether or not the girl was with her husband.

So, what can I tell her about Dion?

He's unconscious but stable. We're on our way in now.

Are you sure you're OK to go in there on your own?

What? Like I haven't been in here already?

No, I just mean it's not getting any safer.

It might pay to wait for the mother to speak to Von.

There's no time. Besides, the boys will pull me out if they have to.

Alright, mate. Take it easy, Jo.

How far away are they with Dion?

Five minutes, tops. OK.

I'll take Roz in to see Ken.

Any idea why she wasn't with him?

I mean, she had to know how sick he was, right?

(DOOR BUZZES) Ooh, yeah.

Please tell me they're alright. Well, Ken's already here.

They're bringing Dion in shortly.

And Marley? They're looking for her.

Oh, God. What on earth were they doing in a cave?

I was only gone... Roz, Roz.

Keep talking to me, Jo. What are you seeing?

Colouring books, pencils, toys.

Any sign of the girl?

There's evidence to suggest she was here.

But if she was in the cave, she'd be under too much rock.

Maybe she got out, wandered off, looking for help.

Is there anything to suggest that Ken may have self-medicated?

(RUSTLES ROCKS)

Hang on a minute.

Sleeping pills.

JO: (OVER RADIO) There's some still in the bottle.

Thanks, Jo.

Let's hope the little girl wasn't still in the cave when it collapsed.

Combination of sleeping pills and alcohol with FFI,

we're never gonna get him back.

Well, I'm gonna give it a damn good try.

Pathology confirms benzodiazepine.

Give reversal drugs.

0.2mg injected.

Is this likely to work?

It's a long shot.

But we'll keep increasing the dose by 0.1mg every minute

to a max of one milligram.

And if it doesn't work, I've borrowed this from ICU.

Oh.

(MONITOR BEEPS) O2 sats are dropping.

He's not maintaining his airway. Sux and thio.

Oh, Vlasek! You're in the way, Vlasek.

I'm not here, Frank. Not here.

Sux and thio in.

Cricoid.

Size seven.

I'm in.

Frank, Roz Bracey.

Can she come in?

Yeah, she might be able to give us some answers.

Set up the BIS monitor.

Oh, my God, Ken. What were you thinking?

Why didn't you wait for me?

They were all going on a family outing.

So both the children were with him?

I popped up the shops to get a few things

and when I got back, they'd gone.

Why haven't they found Marley?

There are people out there. They'll find her.

What's that for?

Er, that's to monitor his brain activity.

I see.

Ken's been relatively good the last day or two.

"Window of opportunity," he said.

"Probably the last chance for us to have some fun."

Did you know where he was taking them?

No. We were supposed to go to the beach.

Why would he want a picnic in a cave?

Your husband had sedatives in his bloodstream.

Has he ever spoken about wanting to take his own life?

No.

Yes, he discussed it.

But it's not possible.

Maybe if he was on his own but not with the children.

Never in front of the children.

BP and respiratory function depressed.

Heart rate above normal. IV fluids commenced with 400ml given so far.

How's the head wound? Superficial.

Dion?

Oh, baby, it's Mummy.

You're gonna be OK. He will, won't he?

At this stage we have no idea what's affecting his level of consciousness.

He's hurt his head. That doesn't appear to be the cause.

But we'll do a head scan. Is he allergic to anything?

No.

Poor baby. It's Mummy. Can you hear me?

Please wake up. Bloods, chest X-ray and head CT.

Ken took sleeping tablets. Is it at all possible...

No. He wouldn't.

He loves his kids more than anything.

Maybe. Pump Dion's stomach and do a urine tox screen just to be sure.

Have you found Marley?

Not yet but we're still looking.

Please don't let anything happen to her.

(CLATTER) AMY: Alright, that's enough!

But I thought you said this was a utility room.

Where are all the utes? Will you get back to bed?

Bugger off, Captain Queeg. I didn't take your strawberries.

Captain Queeg? 'Caine Mutiny'.

Humphrey Bogart. Ball bearings! You're overstimulated.

You're doing more damage to your... Come on, Homer.

Let's go on our own odyssey. Dance with me.

I'm not playing games with you. You'll just make him worse.

(LAUGHS) Get him some Haloperidol.

He's becoming a danger to himself. Mind if I cut in?

Ah, ah, my lovely Ginger Rogers. (WALTZ MUSIC)

Just try and keep your weight off that foot.

You know, if I married you, Ginger,

I'd be Roger Rogers.

(CHUCKLES) Very funny. Keep hopping.

(HUMS WALTZ)

(PANTS)

They said Ken had entered stage two.

He was going into a nursing home in four days.

Have you had much rest yourself?

I can't remember the last time I had a proper sleep.

Ken raves all night about people trying to kill him,

spiders under his skin, bugs crawling on the walls

and then he has panic attacks.

Hallucinations. Shocking part of the disease.

Has... he mentioned the children?

No.

I... I mean, he was devastated about them having the gene

but the specialist said

that the disease may not appear until well into their adulthood.

The kids have the gene.

We were told there was a 50/50 chance of them inheriting it.

We seem to have lucked out with both of them.

What did Ken say when he found out?

Oh, well, we both cried for days

but with the dementia, he hasn't mentioned it for weeks.

Yes, but you said he's been lucid the last couple of days.

Oh, my God.

He wanted to take them with him, didn't he?

Save them going through what he's gone through.

We need to administer Flumazenil.

Oh. Shouldn't we wait for the Pathology result?

No time. How much does he weigh? Er, 19 kilos.

OK. Er, paediatric dose - 5 micrograms per kilo per minute.

One to five doses.

Um... yes.

OK, so that's 95 micrograms IV in a slow push over 15 seconds?

Thanks. Be ready to give it again in another minute.

We'll take him up to ICU. Why does he need to be moved?

The sleeping tablets may be stronger than the treatment.

He may be sedated again. He needs careful monitoring.

But Marley - what if he's given her sleeping tablets?

Stay positive. (BREATHES HEAVILY)

About bloody time.

Sorry. Got here as fast as I could.

I take it Mike's filled you in. Yeah.

It's a shame the father wasn't moved out of the family home

before something like this bloody well happened.

They probably wanted to spend as much time together as possible.

Great.

What's the story?

The crew are searching the surrounding area.

She can't have gone far.

Unless she didn't make it out of the cave.

Let's keep moving.

FRANK: Mae.

Your blood results are back and everything's fine.

Oh, thank you. I must say that I'm feeling much better.

Well, pumpkin soup can do that for you.

So... I can go home?

No. I want you to stay a little bit longer just to be sure.

I'll come and check on you shortly.

How's your son? We're going to Intensive Care now.

I need to talk to you about your husband first.

I want to be with my boy.

Look, it will take some time to settle him in.

Alright.

I'll be with you soon, Dion. OK?

His brain activity reading tells us that he's in the unrousable stage.

So you can't bring him back? No.

Well, we knew this would happen one day.

That his body would collapse and he'd end up on life support.

(QUIETLY) Yep.

Did you ever discuss what he wanted?

It's obvious considering what he's done to himself.

But, yes, we discussed it.

He wanted me to turn the machine off.

And you agreed with that?

Yes. But I can't.

Not now.

You don't have to make a decision right away.

It's not that I won't honour his wishes.

It's just that if I do it now, it'd be like killing him...

..which is exactly what I feel like doing

for what he did to Dion and Marley.

I'd be doing it out of anger.

Not because I love him but because I hate him for what he's done.

I'll see if ICU have a bed.

I know what you were thinking, but what about me?

I might never have known what happened to you or the kids.

You all would have died without me being there.

You were gonna leave me with nothing.

We're ready to move him as soon as a bed becomes free.

(GIGGLES)

Oh. And could you tell me how Dion Bracey is doing?

Did you know that Dion can be used as a Christian name,

a surname, a boys name or a girls name?

It's one of those multipurpose sort of names.

Do you any idea where it came from? Bart!

Thank you. I'll let his mother know.

Oh! Ooh!

What colour would you say that is - crimson or vermilion?

Why isn't this patient sedated? BART: Amy!

Scarlet.

I've drawn up the haloperidol. He just won't take it.

If you two can't control this patient, find someone who can.

And clean that up.

Why weren't you watching him? I do have other patients, you know.

So do I.

My mum says nosebleeds are a way of relieving high blood pressure.

Turn. Do you think that's what I've got?

Your mum is wrong.

You've got a nosebleed because you snort too much cocaine.

Are you calling my mum a liar? Just a medical fact.

Call her. Call her. You tell her. You tell her she's a liar.

No, Roger. Sit! Look, pinch the bridge of your nose.

It might stop the bleeding.

Why don't you let us give you a sedative?

Hold that. Hmm?

It'll make you feel better, calm you down.

My mother's never lied to me in her life.

I'll call her... Whoa!

Don't!

Hey...

(SCREAMS)

Amy! Why'd you go and do that for?

You wanted him sedated. He's sedated.

She can't have come this far, not if she was drugged.

Agreed. We should try a different direction.

You're a country boy. Can't you pick up her tracks?

Sorry. Never took the course.

I hope they didn't know what the father had planned for them.

You know, even with the gene, those kids might never have got sick

and even if they did, they could have lived for years

before showing any symptoms.

Yeah.

Still...

..it's not nice to have to live under the cloud of expectation, is it?

You're not suggesting that what he did was OK?

No, of course not.

But I... kind of understand why he wanted to end it.

You'll never get me agreeing with anyone taking their own life.

You're lucky to have such a black-and-white view of the world.

No shades of grey with you, huh?

I never liked that colour much.

Stay in this job long enough and you'll get used to it.

Maybe she's hiding somewhere. Kids get frightened, they do that.

(GROANS)

There's no movement when I squeeze your calf muscle

which means you've definitely torn the Achilles tendon.

Well, what else is new? You found that out when I came in.

Well, you've probably done more damage. You can roll over now.

(GROANS)

(WHINGES)

You can stop pinching your nose. It's not bleeding anymore.

I might keep holding it a bit longer.

I hate the sight of blood.

You have to have that ultrasound now.

The orthopaedic consult will come down, have a look at your ankle.

That sounds a bit scary. You're gonna need surgery.

Surgery? Oh, that means I'm gonna have to tell Mum.

It's a relatively simple procedure.

The nurse will organise the ultrasound.

(GROANS)

Right. Thank you.

Ken's monitor shows no brain activity.

Mmm.

Now, young Mae, I've been in contact with your old GP.

Oh, lovely man. How is he? Oh, he sends his regards.

He's still playing golf.

He tells me you were in the Women's Land Army during the war.

This may sound horrible,

but they were some of the happiest times of my life.

Mmm.

He also tell me that you were awarded an OBE

for your services in teaching underprivileged children.

Yeah. That was a long time ago now.

Seems to me you've helped a lot of people in your time.

Oh, no more than most. No more than you, I'm sure.

All the wonderful things these people do in here...

Now, I know the single-aged pension doesn't take you very far...

I manage.

..but if you keep feeding your animals better than you do yourself,

whose gonna look after them when you're sick?

So why don't you let some of these people help YOU for a change?

The more people who know about my pets...

I could lose my flat and it's all I can afford.

And I'll never get rid of my animals... never.

They were the best couple of days of my life.

Now I just feel like a big pile of poop.

Yeah, well, what goes up must come down, Rog-Dodge.

The higher up you go, the further you have to fall.

Mmm. Yeah. But I felt like I was indestructible, you know?

Well, you'd end up burning yourself out.

Everyone needs sleep. Hey?

So how come you know so much about Troy and Captain Queeg and stuff?

Mum makes me watch all these old movies and read all the classics.

She reckons anything modern's crappy.

What made you go on this bender? I got fired three days ago.

Oops. Yeah. I'm just bloody hopeless.

Hopeless at work, hopeless with women, hopeless at sport...

My only friend is my mum and she calls me hopeless all the time too.

Your ultrasound confirms you've got a bad tear in your Achilles tendon

so we're gonna have to send you up to a ward

as soon as Orthopaedics have had a look.

Whoop-de-doo.

How's his obs?

BP's still a little high,

but other than that, everything's almost back to normal.

I'd never have sedated him if I thought he'd be so boring.

You could go within metres of her and not see her in this undergrowth.

Hey. Whoa. Shh, shh, shh! (GROWLS AND GROANS)

Can you hear that?

Hey.

I was only tryin' to help!

Steve! Leave him. I need your help here.

Bloody traps. I hate these things.

We need chest and leg X-rays.

She could have nerve and tendon damage.

Mm-hm. What's she been given so far?

We gave her 250 mils normal saline on the way in,

but she's still extremely dehydrated.

Push another 250 through.

FBC, EUC, cross match, group and hold,

blood glucose and tox screen to confirm suspected diazepam.

It's Mummy, sweetheart. You're safe now.

And Dion's here too. We're gonna get you both better.

What on earth was she doing out in the bush?

She may have realised Ken was sick and went for help.

She loves her dad so much. She would have done anything to save him.

Bless you for bringing them all in here.

We had a good team out there.

I'm ready.

There is no pupil reaction,

no response to the apnoea test and absent reflexes.

I'm sorry.

Hello, darling.

It's me.

The kids are safe.

I know that what you did was because you were sick,

and all they'll ever know is that you loved them

and that your gift is gonna help.

Rest easy, my darling.

OK.

(MONITOR EMITS CONTINUOUS TONE)

Now to contact the brain bank.

That's his gift - to donate his brain to science?

Yeah. They both signed consent forms when he was diagnosed

and there hasn't been a change of heart.

Well, it's a suicide. It'll have to go to the Coroner's first.

I've already told her that, Frank,

but, you see, she hopes it'll help the doctors

find out more about the disease and, hopefully, a cure...

Hmm.

..before the kids are too old.

Sorry you had to turn off Ken Bracey's life support.

It's what he wanted.

Something profoundly sad about it, all the same.

What's that? The boy drew it this morning.

Doubt the family's gonna want it, though.

They don't need any reminders of today, that's for sure.

You should keep it. Pin it up somewhere in your headquarters.

Why?

To remind you that you saved two kids' lives today.

You had a win, Steve.

Yeah, I guess we did, eh?

BART: Nothing has changed. AMY: What are you talking about?

Today was an absolute disaster. I can't win with you, can I?

I'm always wrong. Even when I do the right thing, I'm still wrong!

You two get in my office right now.

You'll stay in this room until you've sort out your differences.

But, Uncle Frank... That's Dr Campion.

I don't want to know what it's about. I just want you to sort it out.

I can't get through to her. I don't care how you do it.

If you can't make an effort to get along

then one of you - and I don't care which one - will have to go.

Do I make myself clear?

Yes, sir. Yes, Unc... Dr Campion.

Good. Then get on with it.

VON: What is this list?

Hmm?

Oh. That's just a couple of things I need you to do for a patient of mine.

"Find a ground floor apartment, small courtyard, sunny aspect,

"close to shops, vets, community centre, transport,

"very cheap and allows pets. Thanks, Frank."

What the hell am I supposed to do -

jump on my broomstick and wave a wand?

Oh, come on. You're Von Ryan. You can do anything.

(SCOFFS) Where is she? I sent her home in a cab.

I said you'd call around to see her tomorrow morning.

Oh, can you take some morning tea with you?

You aren't killing each other in there, are you?

AMY: (BREATHLESSLY) No, it's all good. Almost sorted.

Hmm.