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

But Uncle Frank! Get on with it!

(WOMAN LAUGHS)

MAN: How about love? WOMAN: Love? OK.

"The course of true love never did run smooth."

That's good.

"Better to have loved and lost than never have loved at all."

Oh, very good.

OK. Um...

"All's fair in love and war."

That's not Shakespeare. Yes, it is.

No, it's not. From what play?

I don't know. And since when are we naming the play anyway?

Well, I'll need confirmation.

You're changing the rules. Not fair.

(THUD!)

Shit!

(SCREAMS)

Lucky doctors don't need the same fitness levels as paramedics.

Fitness is a state of mind.

I happen to have a very healthy mind.

And bacon-and-egg flavoured arteriosclerosis

clogging your veins.

You're just jealous of my superior metabolism.

WOMAN: (OVER RADIO) Operations to MRU. Do you copy?

Medical Response Unit. Go ahead.

We've got a single-vehicle MVA on the Point Road in Mount Whittaker.

Two casualties.

Copy that, Operations.

(SIREN WAILS)

This not letting me drive - it's a control freak thing, right?

No, it's a self-preservation thing.

Hey. What have we got?

Two people trapped - a husband and wife.

She's got head injuries. I can't rouse her at all.

Husband?

He's got superficial cuts and grazes.

Extremely tender around his ribs and complaining of chest pain.

Alright. What's his name? Garth Wilkinson.

I've got him in a hard collar and rescue's on the way.

Thanks, Bree.

Hey, Garth. My name's Jo. I'm a paramedic.

My wife... We're onto it, mate.

We'll look after her.

She hasn't said a word.

She's pretty banged up. You both are.

Just get us out of here.

The rescue boys are going to have to cut you out.

But first, we need to get you both stabilised.

So I just need you to sit tight for me, OK?

Can everyone just cover their eyes?

Hell of a honeymoon.

Driver's name's Garth. He's responsive. GCS 3.

No neurological response.

OK. Well, I'll take the husband.

Garth, my name's Mike Vlasek. I'm a doctor.

My wife, Helen, she needs you.

That's OK. My partner's going to be taking care of her.

Now tell me about the pain - where does it hurt?

When I breathe.

Uh-huh. And on a scale of 1 to 10, with 10 being the most severe pain?

It's off the Richter.

Scissors. You got any allergies to any medications?

No. No.

BREE: Her BP's dropping and resps are down.

OK. Let me in there. Sure.

What do you need me to do? Uh, just keep up the Hartmann's.

There's not much else we can do until she's out.

You've definitely broken a couple of ribs.

Try and breathe as normally as possible for me.

I'll let All Saints know.

MRU to All Saints. Do you copy?

Yep. Jo, what have we got?

Two casualties, critical condition.

We're waiting on Rescue for extrication.

OK. Let us know as soon as you've got an ETA.

Will do.

You want me to check stocks in Resus?

Yeah. It sounds like we might need both beds.

Adam, are you free?

Yeah, sure.

This is Liam and his girlfriend, Jess.

Liam is febrile and complaining of stomach cramps and nausea.

I feel like crap.

Let's get you onto a bed and find out what's going on. I'm Adam.

He vomited on the plane. Started shaking with a fever.

BART: Adam, here.

We got ya.

Liam, are you with us, mate?

Liam?

It's OK. You've just fainted.

I'm sorry.

Let's get you to that bed.

You've been travelling. Yeah. We're on our way home.

One more stopover before our last connecting flight to Brisbane

but I just got so worried I caught a taxi straight here.

Hello! Where are you going? It's your patient.

Can't Claire take it? No. Claire can't.

This is getting ridiculous, Amy.

You can't pick and choose the doctors you work with.

OK. I'll go.

What's going on with those two?

Bart wrangled his way out of working with her yesterday.

I have no idea. Right now I've got a bigger fish to fry.

I've got two casualties coming in and Frank is nowhere to be seen.

He called and said he was taking the day off.

What? Is he sick?

Didn't say he was. It's quite odd.

He's never taken a day off in his life.

Today you'll be hearing Camille Saint-Saens's 'The Swan'...

(GATE CREAKS LOUDLY) ..from 'Carnival of the Animals'.

(SMALL CREAK)

For her only performance outside a concert hall,

and before her national tour,

ladies and gentlemen, Miss Annalise Lang.

(APPLAUSE) Thank you.

(SIREN WAILS)

It's hard to tell without an X-ray

but he's definitely showing signs of an aortic tear.

And we can't do anything about that while he's still in the car, right?

Right. So we've just got to go easy on him.

Keep him calm and still. If he gets stressed, we're in a lot of trouble.

You're worried about increasing his cardiac load.

Yeah. And if it is a tear it could easily rupture.

If that happens, he'll be leaving in the back of a hearse.

How's the wife? No change.

Last BP was 80 systolic.

Time to stop bagging.

No. Just... stay with it for now. (SIREN WAILS)

H-how much longer?

Rescue are here now.

We'll keep going with a few other things for you while they get set up.

How's Helen?

We'll have you both out of here real soon.

You listen to me.

If anything happens to Helen, I don't wanna live.

Understand?

Would you like me to take bloods? Thanks.

I can do that if you prefer... No, no. I'm OK to do it.

Thanks. I just need to...

Sorry. (CHUCKLES)

Is everything alright here?

Great. Fine.

Dandy.

I need FBC, UEC, stool and urine sample when possible.

Certainly, Doctor.

And we need some fluids up.

Thanks.

He started off just with mild stomach cramps, a bit of diarrhoea.

And when was this? A week before we left Europe.

Did Liam see a doctor? No.

He thought it was something he ate.

His fever didn't start until we were on the plane.

BP's a lot lower.

Liam. Liam...

Stay with us, mate.

Watch his airway. What's happening to him?

Could be any number of things. His symptoms are fairly general.

Vomiting all week. Could be a systemic infection.

Could it be caused by drugs?

Maybe. What kind of drugs? Not what you think.

Liam took part in a drug trial for medical research.

He volunteered? Sort of.

He was paid.

Is it relevant? Could be.

What kind of trial? What was it for? I don't know.

Do you remember the name of the company?

Fausten. I've got the details. The trials were in Paris.

He might have been given a placebo, so let's not jump to conclusions.

We'll get an urgent tox screen done. Sure.

(FINISHES PLAYING) (APPLAUSE)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

Annalise! Please, stand back!

I'm a doctor. Does she have epilepsy? No.

Has she had an episode like this before?

No.

Call an ambulance. What are you doing?

Call an ambulance, now!

(SIREN WAILS)

Resus.

Frank? Don't just stand there gawking.

This is Annalise Lang.

She's just had a seizure lasting approximately a minute.

There are no pre-existing conditions or allergies that I know of.

You can't have Resus. We've got an MVA coming.

How far out are they? I don't know.

Good. Then it's mine until they get here.

Annalise, you're in hospital. (CHUCKLES) I can see that.

Could I just get you to wriggle across here for me, please?

Mm-hm.

I'll need FBCs, UECs and coags as soon as you can.

Yep. And get a thyroid function test.

Mm-hm.

Now, Gerard tells me you've never had a seizure before.

No. Never.

I'm just going to pop this on your arm.

You scared the hell out of me. Thank God Frank was there.

Thank you, Frank.

Rescue are good to go when you are. Good.

Decreased air entry, left side.

Pneumothorax. I'll need a 14-gauge dwell cath.

What's happening? I can't breathe!

Garth, listen to me.

You've got a pocket of air that's building up around your lung.

It's making it difficult for you to breathe.

(BREATHES RAPIDLY)

I'm going to insert a needle into your chest.

It'll let some of the air out. Now you'll feel a bit of pressure.

But it'll make your breathing a hell of a lot easier.

OK?

Here we go.

Tell Rescue I need to put a chest drain in before we move him.

I'll do the local now.

They can take the roof off while it's taking effect.

Gotcha.

(MONITOR BEEPS RAPIDLY) What's that?

(MONITOR FLATLINES) Turn it off.

Is she alright? Helen? Everything's under control.

Stay nice and calm.

I'll be straight back.

I'll let the coroner know what's happened

and I'll come back and help you.

No, you need to keep bagging her. What?

She's dead, Mike.

What do you think's gonna happen when he finds out? He'll freak.

You're not suggesting that we lie to him?

Yes, I am.

So go on. Ah, no. I'm not doing it.

What's happening? Is Helen OK?

She's fine. We'll soon have you both out of there.

Guess I'm taking care of the wife, then.

Make sure you put her on a spine board before you extricate her.

He needs to think we're doing it all right.

He deserves to know the truth, Mike.

You can't bag and transport a dead woman as though she were alive.

As long as you're working under my instruction, you do what I say.

OK. We're clear. BP's 90/60 and he's tachycardic.

Alright. We'll just get some Betadine on there and let's do it.

(GARTH BREATHES HEAVILY)

Scalpel.

You're going to feel a little pressure, Garth, but no pain.

Here we go.

What do you do for a living?

Helen and I are about to open a wellness centre.

Yeah? Yeah.

Homeopathy, acupuncture...

Sounds great. Yeah.

It's been a big dream for both of us.

Hand me the catheter.

When we get through these scrapes and bumps,

you should come in for a free treatment.

That's be nice.

STEVE: You'll need to let go of her hand now, mate.

We've got her, OK?

Hang in there, sweetheart. I'll see you soon.

Just drain tube.

And stand by with silk thread and a 3.0 needle.

Yep.

I can't believe we're doing this. It's ridiculous and offensive.

I couldn't agree more. I don't like it either.

Mike's got a good reason for wanting it done this way.

It's not good enough in my opinion.

He's trying to keep that bloke alive.

Say we managed to do that, which is questionable,

we've taken away Garth's last chance to say goodbye to his wife.

The best he can hope for now is an open casket.

I know it sucks, OK? But it's not our call.

Look, I better get travelling.

Hey, Bree, could you put the siren on until you're a few minutes away?

Husband's probably going to be expecting it.

(SIREN WAILS)

Squeeze my hands, please.

Is this the best place you could get me into?

I told the ambulance to take you to a private hospital

but they insisted on bringing you here.

You're supposed to be my manager, Gerard.

You should have been more firm.

I'm the director of this department. I'll be looking after you personally.

At least they're not trying to palm me off on some adolescent intern.

That's something, I suppose.

Bloods are back. No sign of infection.

Thyroid function is normal.

What does that tell you?

Well, it narrows down our possible diagnoses.

I'll let Radiology know that you'll be needing a head CT.

Tell them I want to know immediately they're ready.

I don't want Ms Lang hanging around in corridors.

OK.

What brought this on? Any ideas?

We'll do some tests. Let's wait and see what they tell us.

Can we at least close these curtains?

I don't need an audience right now.

AMY: Blood pressure's still low.

Let's hang some more fluids,

get a central line in.

We'll also need to run a norad infusion.

Yes, Doctor.

JESS: I should've known it was too good to be true.

I should have known. What do you mean?

When we were in Paris,

before we signed up for the trials, he proposed to me.

And you accepted?

Yeah.

Even though we have nothing in common.

There must be something. No.

Opposites attract?

That's why he did this trial.

We wanted money to get married when we got home.

I wanted to do it. They don't accept women.

That's in case you fall pregnant.

Which I did. One month now.

Congratulations.

(ALARMS BEEP) What does that mean?

His oxygen levels are dropping. I'll increase that to 15 litres.

Will he be alright?

Results back yet? Not yet.

What's happening to him?

His blood vessels are dilated because of the infection.

It's causing his blood pressure to drop dangerously low.

Let's get some metaraminol on standby.

If you fix this, is that it? He'll be OK?

I wish it was that easy.

Until we know what's making him this sick,

we can only guess at what's coming next.

That looks pretty good.

Hang in there, mate.

Will I be in the same ward as my wife?

Um... surgery is the first stop for you.

I'll let All Saints know our ETA.

Mike.

Thanks. What's he doing here?

He should be with Helen.

It's OK, mate. Everything's under control.

Hey, Garth, take it easy. Relax.

Come on, calm down. It won't be long now, mate.

(PANTS)

(DOPPLER PULSES)

Hmm. What about family history?

Have you had any relatives have a stroke?

I wouldn't know. I was raised in an orphanage.

I have no idea who my birth parents are.

Oh. Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

No need to be.

If it weren't for the nuns I grew up with,

I would never have had the discipline to succeed.

Oh, I think your light would have shone through

no matter who raised you.

Well, your cerebral blood flow is good,

which suggests you haven't had a stroke.

Which all sounds like good news to me.

Hmm.

How are we going with the head scan?

Charlotte's back on the phone to Radiology now.

It shouldn't be too long.

But I'm afraid we have to downgrade you to acute

because we've got MRU arriving any minute, remember?

Oh, alright.

If you're going to be moving her,

a private room with an ensuite is the bare minimum.

Is it?

Well, this is an emergency department.

We don't have any private rooms.

I'm sorry.

This scan you keep going on about,

why is it so important that I have it?

It will show any anomalies which may explain your seizure.

Such as?

It's possible you may have what's called

a space-occupying lesion.

A tumour.

What?

I think I'd like to leave. I feel fine now.

And I have a doctor in New York who looks after me.

Good idea.

No, it's not a good idea.

Something caused you to collapse today.

Stress, fatigue - it doesn't have to be anything serious.

And maybe it isn't.

But if it is, it's better to know sooner rather than later.

Don't you agree?

Alright, I'll have the scan done but if nothing shows up, that's it.

I-I-I'm not interested in wasting any more time.

Gabrielle, make sure Ms Lang is comfortable

and has anything she needs.

Of course, Doctor.

We got the blood results back on our backpacker.

And?

Nothing in the pathology that explains his symptoms.

Whatever he took in that drug trial is the most likely culprit.

So, if a new or unknown drug is causing this,

no tox screen is going to tell us much.

We have to get onto the drug companies

and find out what he's taken.

Von, do you speak French?

Restaurant or bedroom?

I need you to contact these guys. It's urgent.

Fausten Research?

Yeah, they're a pharmaceutical company

doing drug trials in Paris.

We've got a kid in here who did one recently. Now he's dying.

The dates are there. Can you ask what he was given?

Yeah. Leave it with me.

What have we got? MIKE: Possible aortic tear.

He's has a pneumothorax.

Fractured ribs, compromised airway.

We had to intubate en route.

Alright, let's make this transfer smooth.

We need to set up for an art line.

Make sure that the mean pressure's strictly between 80 and 100.

Well do our best. On my three, everybody.

Very gently. One, two, three.

How far away is the second casualty? His wife didn't make it.

And he's yet to be informed.

I'll see you two upstairs.

I'll stick around for a bit, see how this goes.

No, you won't.

Come on, let's go.

So, what was that all about? (GROANS)

We need full bloods, group and hold.

Crossmatch for four units.

Keep the fluids running, warm saline.

BART: His urine output's down to about 10ml an hour.

Great.

Now whatever we're dealing with

is attacking his kidneys as well as everything else.

Any luck?

I'm getting a recorded message in French.

The 8-hour time difference doesn't help.

We don't have time to wait for them to open up shop.

Resps are at 40 breaths per minute. We need to intubate.

What's going on?

Liam's having trouble breathing. We'll attach him to a ventilator.

You still don't know what's wrong with him?

No, we don't. Size seven tube.

Sux and thio. Got it.

Nothing you're doing is making him any better.

We're doing everything we can. Can't you run more tests?

We have no idea what we're testing for.

You can't give up. Does it look like we're giving up?

I'm sorry.

I know this is difficult for you

but you're not doing yourself or anybody any favours

by carrying on like this.

You should be on the phone getting answers so I can treat the guy.

Hey, excuse me.

We're all doing the best we can.

I can't believe a drug company could let this happen.

It's criminal. Yep. It is.

That kid is dying, one organ shutting done after another,

and all I can do is watch.

It's bullshit.

And throwing a tantrum is gonna help, is it?

Look, I don't need a lecture right now, Von.

I don't give a stuff what YOU need right now

but you do have a patient

who needs his doctor to work through the problem.

How, Von? You tell me how.

Well, I'm going to keep calling the company.

I will get you the information you need

and you are going to keep him alive until I do.

I should have these little spells more often.

It's a good way to clear the schedule.

(CHUCKLES)

Radiology is ready for you now.

If you pop that on, we'll get you moving.

Oh. Where do I get changed?

Oh, we'll step outside to give you some privacy.

I'm not getting changed here.

Our dressing room's being redecorated at the moment.

You can be as sarcastic as you like

but I am not getting undressed in the middle of a hospital corridor.

The curtains will be closed. It will be quite private.

It's not good enough. I don't have to wear this, do I?

I know it's not a fashion statement

but nobody's asking you to wear it to the Melbourne Cup.

I have pyjamas at the hotel. Gerard will get them.

Gerard doesn't have time.

Radiology is waiting for us.

First you keep me waiting for hours and now suddenly I've got to rush!

I'm sorry.

This is really unacceptable. Well, that's the way it is.

So quick sticks.

Don't you "quick sticks" me! Where's Frank?

He's dealing with an actual emergency.

Pop the gown on. Quick as you can.

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

CLAIRE: Blood pressure's still climbing.

MIKE: Gotta keep that under control or his aorta is gonna rupture.

Start a nitroprusside infusion. CHARLOTTE: Already on it.

Then let's do the ABG again.

What's going on?

Didn't I tell you to wait upstairs?

Yeah, you did, but he's my patient too, Mike.

He's in a hypertensive crisis.

There's nothing more you can do here, Jo.

Jesus.

Go on.

Trouble in the ranks, Vlasek?

None of your business, Frank.

Oh, my, I think the honeymoon period may be over.

(ALARMS BEEP) He's having a run of ectopics.

We can't let him arrest.

The defib will rupture him for sure.

He can't be operated on like this. I'll tell theatre what's happening.

Yeah, we're trying to stabilise him now.

OK. I'll let you know.

What are you doing? I told you to mind Annalise Lang.

Yeah, well, she's in Radiology

getting all the attention she needs there.

Oh. Good. Good.

When she's back, can we send her to a ward?

No. She doesn't want to be here, Frank!

Tough.

How do you know her, anyway?

Annalise Lang has played with every major orchestra in the world.

Her recording of Haydn's Concerto in D major

is the definitive recording of its kind!

I'm sorry I missed it.

My point is that she is used to treatment

normally reserved for royalty.

I will treat her as I treat any other patient.

Listen, if you had heard her play even once,

you would know that she makes this world

a better place to live in.

Unless, of course, you have to deal with her personally.

(SIGHS) She's scared.

These symptoms can't have appeared overnight.

She's obviously been keeping them to herself for months.

So what do you think it is?

Motor neurone disease, Parkinson's...

Which would mean the end of her career.

Exactly.

So let me know the second her scans are back.

BART: Hang another bag of fluid. Yes, Doctor.

What?

How is he? His urine output's almost nil.

His kidneys are packing up.

He's heading for renal failure. JESS: What does that mean?

We've got to prepare him in case he needs dialysis.

You need to step out. We have to access a vein in Liam's neck.

I don't want to leave. Sorry. This is a sterile procedure.

It will only take a little while.

We'll call you back as soon as it's done.

I'll show you where you can wait.

Jess...

..I'm sorry for snapping at you before.

That's OK.

I kind of lost it too.

(ENGAGED TONE)

You bastard!

(HANGS UP)

AMY: Still no luck?

The merde's hitting the fan big-time.

No-one is talking.

I've got Jess here

but I need to set up for a vas cath on Liam.

You go. Bring her in.

Come in. Sit down.

How are you going?

OK, I guess.

Um...

..is there someone I can call for you?

Now might be a good time

for you to have a friend or a relative around.

They're all in Brisbane.

Well, could Mum and Dad fly down to be with you?

How do you tell your parents

you're pregnant to a man who's dying in hospital?

A man they've never even met

and would never approve of.

Oh, parents can be surprisingly resilient.

This all happened because I didn't want to rely on them.

I could have just asked for the money.

But you didn't force Liam, right?

He's not going to make it, is he?

The doctors are doing everything they can.

But, yes, you may need to prepare yourself.

Call your mum.

Annalise Lang's scans are back.

Ah. Uncharacteristically efficient of Radiology.

Yes, well, apparently you're not the only fan of Ms Lang.

A lesion?

No. Where is she?

I've taken her back to her cubicle.

Good.

Are you going to fill me in?

I've spoken to the venue. It's going to be fine.

Oh. Do you mind if I interrupt?

I'll be outside. I've got calls to make.

How are you feeling? Fine.

Good.

Well, your scans are back.

Right.

So, do I have a brain tumour?

No, you don't.

Oh. Well, that's a relief. Mmm.

But the CT explains why you had a seizure today

and also why - and I'm guessing -

you've been experiencing for some months increased muscle stiffness,

cognitive difficulties and maybe even some visual impairment.

It tells you all that, does it?

Mmm.

You have a condition called Fahr's disease.

It's a degenerative neurological disorder

not unlike Parkinson's.

And the treatment?

There are some drugs which will slow the progress of the disease

and also diminish some of the symptoms.

But there's no cure.

No, there isn't.

So I'm just going to keep getting worse and worse.

You'll continue to lose control of motor skills and cognitive ability.

And a degree of blindness and paralysis

is typical in the later stages.

And, um...

..how long can I keep playing for?

I'll refer you to a specialist.

They'll do more tests

and give you far more accurate information than I can.

I'm very sorry.

You know, when... when I lived in the orphanage,

there was a nun who had Parkinson's.

Mmm?

She terrified me.

Writhing and jerking in her wheelchair.

Blind and stumbling over her rosary.

I felt such pity for her.

Is that what I'm going to inspire in people now?

Fear and pity.

What's going on in Resus? Mike's still with him.

Waiting on a transfer to theatre. Uh-huh. What else have we got?

Man in a critical condition with some kind of systemic infection.

"Some kind"? We're working in the dark on this.

He took part in an overseas drug trial.

His organs are shutting down one by one.

What are you doing about it? Treating the symptoms.

We can't do much else until we discover what drug he was given.

Is Von on it? Yes.

But we're having a hard time getting any information

from the pharmaceutical company 'cause they're closing ranks.

Oh, are they just?

What's been going on with you today?

I tried to spend a few pleasant hours away from this place

but the universe conspired against me.

Sorry, but these things happen, Gerard. I'm retiring.

You are not. Why on earth would you?

So I won't need a manager anymore.

I guess you'll be looking for another job.

You have to give me more than this.

I'm unwell. I don't know when I'll be able to play again.

Says who? These people in here have got no idea.

Can I be of help? No. We're fine.

No. You tell me what's going on.

I think Annalise should do that.

Well, she won't. She's telling me that she's retiring.

That I'm sacked and that everything's over.

You'll find another job.

I don't care about the job.

You cannot brush me aside like this.

I appreciate everything you've done for me.

But it was your job.

And now that job's over.

And you won't even tell me why.

I thought we were friends.

Annalise, you are going to need support.

Why?

What is it?

Look, whatever it is, I'm sticking by your side.

You can sack me if you like.

In fact, either way, I resign.

There. Now you're not my boss.

We're friends.

Talk to me.

Gerard...

(SOBS)

What have you got for me?

Waiting. Call back. What's going on?

Is he getting better?

No, he's getting worse. I'm sorry.

Can I sit with him?

Of course.

Basically his organs are shutting down one by one

and nothing we're doing is reversing the process.

It's my fault.

I showed him the ad for the drug trial.

You were right to expect the drug trials would be safe.

They're at fault, not you.

Doesn't make any difference now.

If there's anything you want to say to him,

now's the time.

Can he even hear me?

It's possible. Let him know that you're here.

Stay with me.

I need you.

Our baby needs you.

Please!

What are you doing in my office?

Calling Paris. Your phone's the only one doing overseas.

This is the drug trial business, is it? How's it doing?

It's not. I'm on hold. Still getting the run-around.

No-one in the research team wants to talk to me.

They're not gonna talk to you unless they have to.

Someone's been badly affected by one of their drugs.

It's a legal minefield. What's the name of the company?

Fausten. Fausten?

Their head office is in the United States.

Get out of my chair.

Take it nice and easy.

You want me to let Jo and Steve know what's going on?

No, thanks. They seem pretty worried.

Maybe I should... Let me handle them. They'll be fine.

(SIGHS)

Listen, pal. So far there's been no media involvement.

But I can tell you,

if my patient dies, I guarantee there will be front-page headlines.

What do you think that'll do to your share price?

Yes. I'd like to know the details of the drugs and its intended use.

Yes. Now.

I'm not happy with how this went down

but we got the patient back here in one piece.

It's gotta count for something. So you agree with what Mike did?

No. I'm not saying that exactly. Well, what are you saying?

Exactly?

It's just not that hard to see both sides of this.

You're gonna get splinters sitting on that fence.

Well, then, I'll get some tweezers.

Garth's finally in theatre. So he made it?

So far so good.

Look, I know you're pissed off. Yep. I am.

But I stand by my decision.

I did what I had to do to save a man's life.

He's lucky to be alive, Jo. Yeah, he is.

But how lucky is he gonna feel when he wakes up and finds out that

his wife died right next to him

without him being given the chance to say goodbye?

Alright. Alright.

No. Nobody agreed with what you did out there today, Mike.

Rescue hated it. Paramedics hated it.

Jo, weird as it may seem,

keeping those guys happy is not a big priority with me.

And what about keeping us happy?

Do you give a rat's how we felt?

(SIGHS) Steve, are you happy?

I'll be happy if I'm just left right out of this.

You made a unilateral decision,

and without any discussion, we were just expected to fall into line.

Is it really that black and white for you?

If you put me in that position again, three things are gonna happen.

Number one - I'll tell the patient the truth.

Number two - I'll resign.

Number three - I will kick your arse on my way out the door.

So who gets to tell Garth that his wife's dead?

The drug code is R2W69.

It's an anti-inflammatory adjunct being developed

for diseases like arthritis and leukaemia.

What's its composition?

Synthetic antibody.

So the immune system's gone into overdrive.

Yeah. He's dealing with a major cytokine storm.

So now what to do?

Steroid therapy?

You can make him better now? We're in with a chance.

Let's start him on 100 milligrams QID of hydrocortisone.

Apparently, three other men in the same trial

are exhibiting similar symptoms.

They told us it was completely safe.

Well, they tried it on monkeys and the monkeys were fine.

Bully for the monkeys.

But he's gonna be OK now? You know what's going on? You can fix it?

His kidneys and lungs may have some residual damage.

To what extent, we'll only know in time,

but there's every chance he'll make a good recovery.

Thank you.

MIKE: How are you feeling?

Like I've just gone 10 rounds with Anthony Mundine.

Well, the operation was a success.

We managed to repair the damage to your heart.

Of course, it'll take a little time for you to fully recuperate.

How's Helen doing?

Garth...

..your wife didn't survive.

I'm sorry.

What?

No. What happened?

Helen died in the car.

No, she didn't.

I saw you take her to the ambulance. I-I heard the siren.

You had a tear in one of the major blood vessels to your heart.

We had to keep you as calm and still as possible to avoid it rupturing.

You lied to me?

I did what I thought was necessary to save your life.

She died right next to me and I didn't even know?

She had very severe head injuries.

There was nothing anybody could've done.

I told you I didn't want to live.

Not without her.

We just got married, for Christ's sake.

I'm sorry.

You bastard.

Get outta here!

Get out!

JESS: I took your advice. VON: Mmm?

Called up my mum.

Told her I was pregnant to a handsome man with no prospects,

and severely compromised lungs, liver and kidneys.

I thought if I shocked her with the truth, she'd come around.

And did she? No.

But she's seriously pissed and that's her bag.

At least I don't have to hide in fear of what she thinks anymore.

Good luck. Thanks, Von.

That was a close call. Too close.

Working with my hands tied behind my back

is not an experience I want to repeat.

Yeah. No-one likes to feel out of control.

Most of all, you.

Well, Liam was dying because information was being denied to us.

Never should've got that serious.

Hey, this is emergency medicine. We don't always have the facts.

Well, maybe you need to use them for me.

Hey, come on. You did great today.

Except for one minor snap.

But I know that won't happen again.

Amy, can I talk to you?

I just wanna go home.

(GROANS) Amy...

Amy? Please?

What?

Things can't go on the way they are.

I was polite all day, and professional.

The only thing I called you all shift was 'Doctor'.

I know. I know. That's the problem. It's weird.

And people are noticing.

If I had to say it one more time, I would've screamed.

What do you propose we do?

Well, one option is that one of us transfer

to another ward or hospital.

I'm sure Uncle Frank will give you a very good reference.

No way I'm transferring. No way I am.

I like it here.

Well, then, the only other option is that we go somewhere

and try and work out what we're gonna do.

Are you asking me out on a date?

No. Absolutely not. It's not a date. It's a non-date.

You know? The kind of date you go on when you're not on a date... date.

(LAUGHS) Alright. Jump in.

You follow me.

You are paying, right, Doctor?

Course.

(SIREN WAILS)

(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS)

Sorry.

Is this Annalise?

Mmm.

She been discharged?

Gone to Neurology. She has a consult tomorrow morning.

And I-I was gonna get her to sign this at the concert this morning.

I've never asked for an autograph in my life before.

It's spectacular.

Yeah. It is.

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

What do you want to eat?

Might skip the oysters.

Think we've established we don't need aphrodisiacs.

OK.

You know this thing we've got going on,

or not going on, in the normal sense of the word,

you know, putting aside the physical thing...

The sex?

Yes, Amy. The sex.

I just want to be honest with you.

I don't feel anything for you, or I don't feel close to you, so...

Gee, I'm shattered, you know? Here I was picking out wedding dresses.

That's not funny.

Oh, come on. It is a tiny little bit funny.

You need to get your foot off my thigh.

Thought you liked it.

OK. It's not rocket science.

We've got a physical connection.

But I don't understand why I keep connecting with you.

It's no big deal.

It's quite nice.

Yeah, well, it's confusing the hell out of me.

Look, the reason you're attracted to me, non-boyfriend,

is screamingly obvious.

You're feeling a bit lost.

You need some kind of release.

Intimacy without emotion.

And I'm your bunny.

Think I might have the oysters after all. How about you?