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(HELICOPTER WHIRRS, SIREN WAILS)

(MACHINE WHIRRS AND BEEPS)

He's still in VF. Give him another shot of adrenaline.

His blood alcohol is 0.29.

I need a break. Take over, will you?

I'll get Bart. He's busy.

Enough's enough, Frank.

I am afraid your son is very sick.

I don't understand. I saw him yesterday. He was fine.

How could this happen?

When the ambulance brought him in, your boy wasn't breathing.

But he'll be alright?

Let's do another ABG. Mmm.

How's his airway? Still full of vomit.

Er, his mother's here.

He's probably not gonna make it so she better come in.

What's her name? Lesley.

OK, ready? AMY: Charging.

Come on, get on with it. Adrenaline. Going in.

360. Clear.

(SIREN WAILS)

Are you sure this is the main track? It's the main track.

Well, the accident's supposed to be near the entrance to the park.

We can't have missed it, surely.

It's pretty hard to miss a guy who's wrapped his bike around a tree.

There.

Been waiting for ages. What kept you?

Where's the accident?

Another half an hour down the track. Is he your mate?

Yeah, Ryan. He's pretty banged up. Anyone else hurt?

Nah, just Ry. OK, we'll follow you.

I hate it when they ask, "What kept you?"

So Steve... What?

Oh. I dunno. He just said he wasn't coming in.

Somebody probably didn't let him out of bed.

(WHIMPERS)

(WHISPERS) It's OK. It's OK.

It's OK. Huh?!

Bike hit a rock. Went straight into that tree.

Did you hit your head or pass out at all?

Dunno. OK.

See if you can squeeze my fingers for me, will you?

BP's 112/75. Pulse is 80.

That's OK, yeah? It's better than mine.

Oh! Ahh! You in pain?

I can't get my breath. Does it hurt when you breathe?

Yeah. And my leg.

And my shoulder.

Are you allergic to morphine, Ryan? Dunno.

Let's give him 2.5 milligrams and start him on a bag of Hartmann's.

I'm just gonna have a quick listen to your chest.

Mate, you better call Amanda.

Shit! You call her.

Who's Amanda? My fiancee.

He promised he'd lay off the bike till after the wedding.

When are you getting married? Two weeks.

Congratulations.

Thanks.

Why have you got that down his throat?

We had to put a tube down his windpipe.

It lets us breathe for him.

Breathe for him?

Yes, his airway's blocked. We think he probably vomited in his sleep.

Why?

He had a very high blood alcohol level.

You need to switch? Oh, thanks.

When will Sam's heart start beating again?

Lesley, I'm afraid that's not very likely.

What are you talking about?

We've done everything we can for him.

He hasn't responded.

He will!

H-he just needs more time.

There's vomit coming up the ET tube. Let's get some suction.

AMY: Right here.

Lesley, the doctors have been trying to resuscitate Sam for 40 minutes.

That's a long, long time.

No. Save him! Please!

Please!

(SOBS) Oh, please!

Nearly there.

The splint should make you more comfortable

and help stop the bleeding.

How stuffed am I?

On a scale of 1 to 10?

Oh, I'd say about a 15.

Broken leg, broken ribs, dislocated shoulder.

Anything else?

I'm concerned you might have some internal injuries.

Are you saying that I'm not gonna make the wedding?

Well, I'm saying it might be an idea

to, yeah, hold off for a few weeks anyway.

Alright, mate. You win. I'll call her.

Just take it easy.

How's the pain?

I'm freezing.

Heart rate's up to 103. BP's 95/65.

Radio the chopper. Tell them to get here ASAP.

And get him a blanket, if you can.

Hope you know what all these machines do!

Um, most of them. Don't worry.

Mrs Hardmann, I'm Charlotte Beaumont. I'm a doctor.

Call me Blanche. Blanche fainted this morning.

She arrived a couple of minutes ago.

Do we have a blood pressure?

105/65. Can I have a word with you for a second?

Listen, I have to leave for a couple of hours.

Why? We're already a nurse down. Yeah, it's important.

Steve called from Claire's house.

Wants me to go over. What happened?

I dunno but he wants a prescription pad.

Be as quick as you can. Yep.

Sorry about that. Do you wanna tell me what happened?

I was on my way to court, suddenly came over all woozy.

My legs went from under me. Thank goodness Phillip caught me as I fell.

Is Phillip your husband? My solicitor.

He's a little slut but he has good reflexes.

(LAUGHS) Are you under some stress?

Oh, darling, you've obviously never had to go to court.

I hardly slept a wink last night.

Did you eat some breakfast this morning?

A cup of coffee. It's all I could manage.

OK, then. Are you taking any medications?

No. Don't you want to know why I was in court?

Yes. I assaulted a security guard.

He caught me shoplifting.

A toothbrush, for goodness' sake! As if it matters!

Don't worry, darling, I won't lay a finger on you.

You can speak English.

It sounds like you just need some food and a good night's sleep.

But just the same, I'll do some blood tests.

Where is she? She's in bed.

Is she alright?

He beat her up. Oh, God.

Her face is swollen and bruised.

Don't know if she's got any fractures.

She won't let me touch her. Did you call the police?

She won't let me. Won't let me do anything.

Did you bring the prescription pad? Um, yes. Sorry.

Gonna head out and grab some things. Can you stay here with her?

She might be more comfortable with you anyway.

Yeah, I'll look after her.

Thanks.

Shit!

LESLEY: Please! I've got an output.

(SOBS) Sam! Sam!

Alright, let's start him on a morphine and midazolam infusion.

Put him on the ventilator. I need another ABG.

Putting in a central and arterial line.

I told you!

He is still critically ill. He's alive!

You'd given up on him.

Get onto Radiology. I need a chest X-ray.

Put him on broad-spectrum antibiotics and IV thiamine.

Why don't we go somewhere a little more private?

(CLEARS THROAT)

Lesley, we need to discuss your son's prognosis.

Now, if - and I stress 'if' - Sam wakes up

he may be a very different boy from the one you know.

What do you mean "if he wakes up"?

We don't know how long he was without oxygen

before the ambulance arrived

so right now our priority is to stabilise him.

And then we'll assess him further. Assess him?

Yes, it's very likely Sam has suffered some brain damage.

We just don't know the severity.

But you were wrong about his heart.

He went to a friend's last night. He was gonna watch the foo... football.

I should never have let him go.

You can't stop a kid from meeting his mates.

Yeah.

My son isn't a drunk.

He's a good boy! Of course he is.

Of course he is. He can't die!

He won't. Please! Don't give up on him.

Please!

Hey, mate, can you put your jumper over him?

What did Amanda say?

I was lucky. Got her voicemail.

Here. Take over.

Why can't I get warm?

Your body's going into shock.

Mike? Mike? Yeah.

It's not coming. What?

The chopper's not coming. You're kidding me?

Storm warnings, apparently.

I've called an ambulance in.

His bowel is pushing out through a hole in his side.

An ambulance is gonna take an hour to get in here, an hour to get out.

He doesn't have that time. Well, that's all we've got.

How well do you know the park? Pretty well.

Is there a shelter around here, something with a bench or a table?

Yeah, a hut. They got 'em all over the place.

Right. How far to the nearest one?

400-500 metres.

Ryan, we're gonna move you.

It won't be far, OK? Take it easy. Let's get a spine board.

I'll do it myself. So we move him and then what?

At this point in time, I have no idea.

Hey. How you going?

Where's Steve?

Oh, he just went out for a minute to get a couple of things

and he asked me to look after you.

Wish he hadn't.

Who else knows? Nobody.

Nobody else knows.

Come on, I'm a friend.

I am so sorry.

I'm fine.

Ian did this?

I thought Steve had arrived.

I opened the door and he...

I tried to stop him, Gabrielle! Shhh!

Shhh! This is not your fault.

Oh, God! I feel so ashamed.

Please don't say that. Please just don't say that.

Come on.

You're safe now.

Sweetheart! Shh!

Oh! Steve. Sorry, mate.

That's my fault. Hey, didn't you call in sick?

Yeah, just came to get some medicine.

Take it easy, hey? Yeah.

AMY: How you doing, Ryan? It hurts.

How much further? Not far.

Hear that, Ryan? Not long now. Soon have you fixed up.

When we get to the hut, we'll intubate.

Are you sure?

I have to put the bowel back inside the abdomen

then see if I can tie off any bleeding.

Doesn't sound like something you'd do if you had a choice.

Nope.

That's the hut.

Hang in there, mate. We'll be right.

BART: There's still a lot of food caught in his airway.

Let's try and get some of these bigger pieces.

Can you attach suction? Sure. Here.

It's gonna be hard to keep him ventilated.

See the swelling and inflammation? Mendelson's syndrome.

Also known as chemical pneumonia,

due to the parenchymal inflammatory reaction

caused by a large volume of gastric contents.

Independent of infection.

I always forget that bit.

Mmm, so do I. Any change? No.

His mum's still hoping that there's a chance he'll pull through this OK.

Maybe we could organise a head CT. Might help convince her.

Get Radiology onto it pronto.

We'll take him up there now.

Look, I want you to know I didn't have anything to do with

the way that Uncle Frank's been treating you.

I didn't. I'm sorry he's been giving you a hard time.

Do you believe me? Yeah. I do.

(MACHINE BEEPS) He's not getting enough oxygen.

Give him five milligrams of midazolam.

What do you need? Increase the PEEP.

Keep an eye on his airway pressures.

It's alright, Sam.

You're alright, mate.

Er, problem?

In the last three months, that woman's had every test in the book.

They all say the same thing - there's nothing wrong with her!

Then why is she still here? I don't know!

I mean, it could be more than just attention-seeking

and my professional judgement's

being clouded by my EXTREME dislike of her.

Oh, come on!

Maybe I wanna discharge her because she's so despicably RUDE!

No-one's that bad. You want a bet?

Look, if it's just a sympathetic ear she needs,

anybody could figure that out.

I'm sure you've got better things to do.

Oh, well, I'm a bit stuck, you know?

Can't do my home visits.

Well, if you think you've got the staying power,

be my guest.

And you are? I'm Von Ryan.

Dr Beaumont suggested we have a chat.

Why on earth would she do that?

Well, I handle Outpatient Services Support.

'Outpatients'?

All your tests say there's nothing physically wrong with you,

so I'm going to organise your discharge papers.

(SCOFFS) I don't care what your tests say!

I'm not going.

There's too much pressure. I can't get it back in.

Well, what is that thing? That's his bowel.

Another trauma pad.

Oh, Jesus. How are his obs?

BP's 100/65,

heart rate's 112 and temperature's 34.2.

(GAGS) Oh! He shat himself.

Matt, why don't you go and wait for the ambulance?

They're gonna need to know where we are.

No worries.

I'm gonna have to operate.

Here? The bowel's ruptured.

There's faeces leaking into his abdomen.

You're gonna have to help me.

I don't know anything about surgery. We have to fix this bowel.

I don't even know the names of the instruments, Mike.

I can't even give antibiotics.

Give him a five milligram bolus of midaz and morphine.

Jo, I can't do this on my own and if I don't operate he'll die.

Well, what if I screw it up? You won't.

Hey.

Oh, I'm fine.

Oh, no, come on. You haven't slept. You haven't eaten anything.

You can't look after Claire if you can't look after yourself.

I'll eat something later. I will.

She was asking about you.

She wanted to know when you'd be back.

You sure she's OK? Physically, yeah.

In the kitchen. Later.

Thanks.

Listen, I can stay. Yeah. No, it's fine.

Look, I'll call Charlotte. Really, it's OK. Really.

Gabby, you've been so good. I really appreciate it.

If she needs anything - anything - no matter how small, you call me, OK?

I will.

Look after yourself too.

Here you go.

Oh, thank you, darling! Could you open it?

That doctor can't be serious about discharging me.

Well, if there's no physical cause...

I have a condition. I could collapse at any moment.

Yes, but we're a public hospital.

You know, shortage of beds.

I pay oodles of tax every year. I'm entitled to a bed.

I saw that your doctor recommended a psychiatrist.

Oh, some dried up Vaucluse Jew.

The woman's obviously never had a period

so she's obsessed with mine.

It's all we ever talk about.

I think she's coming on to me.

Is it true you were arrested for stealing a toothbrush?

Why? Well, it's just... you have money.

I mean, you dress beautifully.

I won't compromise. No.

I simply won't. But I'm constantly let down.

By others. Oh, darling! You have no idea!

I've been let down time and time again.

It started with my mother.

She's dead now.

And you miss her. Oh, God, no.

She was an awful woman, an unmitigated cow.

Oh! How could there possibly be such unpleasant people in the world?

(SIGHS)

JO: Are you sure we have to do this?

The ambulance will be here in about 40 minutes.

Have a look at his obs. He won't last 40 minutes.

I'm gonna have to examine the bowel very carefully,

then repair it and put it back in.

Gonna make a small vertical incision

then when I'm in there I'll just check around

and see where the bleed's coming from and tie it off if I can, hmm?

You ready? Hmm! Can't wait.

OK.

Right, hand me the retractor. The what?

The retractor. There.

Ah, no. That's the dissecting tenaculum.

Next one.

The big thing? Yep. The big thing.

And check his BP and heart rate. Um, 100/50, heart rate's 112.

Right, irrigate the wound with saline.

Bit more, just over there.

OK.

I've found a perforation.

I'm gonna need sutures and gauze

and more saline and new gloves.

Not until I've finished suturing and I've cleaned off the area.

Sutures first.

And forceps.

Yep.

Yep.

What next? Gauze.

Come on, Jo. Hurry up.

Shit!

His BP shot up to 170/110.

His pupils are dilated and sluggish.

Started him on a loading dose of phenytoin.

How's his airway pressure? It's much higher than previously.

Do we have the CT scan? Not yet.

I'll call Radiology.

Lesley? I don't wanna hear.

Sam's worse. His brain's showing signs of seizure activity.

At least his brain's showing something.

A CT scan will tell us the extent of his injury.

But I have to say it's likely to be severe.

I'm sorry.

Oh, dear God!

You've watched over me and Sam.

He didn't do anything bad!

He just made a mistake!

Please, God, don't take my boy!

Not for one mistake!

(SOBS) Oh, Sam!

Think we're gonna need another suture.

How's his blood pressure?

It's dropping. Give me a figure.

90/48. OK.

Give him a 200ml bolus of Gelfusion

and I'll need more saline and gauze.

Which one first? What?

Should I give him the Gelfusion or...

Saline and gauze.

Give me a clamp.

No. Other way round.

Just take it. I've only got one sterile hand.

But if you give me the instruments the right way round...

Did I mention I'm not a theatre nurse?

Hey, you're doing a great job.

(GROANS) I'm going to need a needle holder.

Needle holder, needle holder... It's there.

Next to the gouge.

(SPLUTTERS) Gouge.

Needle holder. Elevator. Sponge forceps.

It's no good. I won't remember.

Just forget the names, OK?

This is number one, number two, number three, and so on.

Just tell me the number. Alright.

Number five.

Right way?

Yeah. That way.

And stand by with number eight.

Other way.

FRANK: The CT scan tells us

that your son has sustained massive and irreversible brain damage.

There's no chance he'll recover.

Lesley?

We should discuss how best to approach things.

Yes.

It's only the machines that are keeping him alive, so...

Are you saying we should turn them off?

Yes.

But his apprenticeship...

He has a big job on at the moment.

His boss says he has a very bright future.

I can't kill him.

No, no, no. You wouldn't be killing him.

You'd be letting him go.

Is that what my love's worth after 20 years?

I get to flick a switch so my son can die.

Well, you don't have to decide now.

I have decided.

You keep my boy alive! I won't let him go.

You keep him alive! Do you hear me?

Sam?

It's alright, Sam.

She sees her son like he was, not how he is now.

Well, Lesley still has hope and hope is a mighty powerful thing,

even if it is misplaced.

I think we should perform some tests in front of her

to indicate brain stem death.

That might help her let go.

Off you go, then.

I take it Bart's off paperwork duty again.

Oh, shut up, Beaumont.

What sort of tests?

The purpose is to see whether Sam responds.

A lack of response indicates brain stem death.

OK.

Amy, could you note down Sam's responses, please?

First test we're going to do is a gag reflex test.

This will check to see if Sam gags or not.

There's no response.

The next test I'm going to do is to see if I can wake Sam up,

rouse him.

(LOUDLY) Sam? Sam?

Sam?

Sam?

There's no response again.

Next, we're going to turn off the ventilator.

Sam will still be able to breathe through the ET tube

but I just want to see if he can do it on his own.

How long?

We turn it off for 10 minutes.

OK.

Could you please turn off the ventilator, Amy?

Then, of course, my husband left me.

Walked out after 25 years for an older woman.

Vapid, spineless turd.

I went for blood in the settlement. Believe me, I got it.

That would've been hard on your daughter.

Oh! She turned on me, the snake.

We hardly speak. Friends?

Leeches. They ate their fill and dropped off.

You're lonely, aren't you, Blanche?

Oh, darling. At last somebody understands.

Well, all the fainting spells, the shoplifting...

They're a cry for attention.

Le cri du coeur.

That's French. "A cry from the heart."

I've learnt something that I'll pass on to you.

People are scum.

They'll betray you in a heartbeat.

It's sad but true. How are we going in here?

Fine. Darling, I'd love a cup of tea.

White with two sugars.

Now, where was I?

Le cri du coeur. Oh, oui, oui.

Le cri du coeur, mais personne n'ecoute.

A cry from the heart but no-one listens.

Number three.

I can't see what's going on inside the abdomen.

Gonna need a drain.

We don't have one. It's not part of the retrieval kit.

We're going to have to do something. I need to drain the blood.

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

How about a catheter bag?

Yep.

Alright.

I'm going to leave this wound open to allow for the abdominal swelling.

So I'll need a large, clear dressing.

Uh... Um... too easy.

How about 60m of cling wrap?

(CHUCKLES)

Why not?

And to think people use this to wrap their sandwiches.

Hmm.

And... it's working.

BP's 105/68.

Heart rate's 100. Temperature's 35.6.

(SIGHS) Well. Not great but it's better.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

So, where's that ambulance?

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

MRU to Operations. We need an ETA on our ambulance. Over.

No response to light. Pupils are fixed and dilated.

Can I have some water, please, Amy?

This is the last test.

I'm just gonna put a few drops of water into Sam's eyes.

What for? To see if he blinks.

And if he doesn't?

Then he would've failed all the tests.

And what will that mean?

Well, that means that clinically and legally...

..he would be considered brain dead

and the appropriate course of action

is to turn off the life support system.

Bart. Thank you.

There! He blinked!

He blinked! You saw it, didn't you?

Lesley, he didn't. He did!

He blinked! I know he did.

Sam! Sam!

(DESPAIRINGLY) Sam!

He blinked!

AMY: He didn't blink, did he?

No.

I knew he didn't. I just...

I feel so sorry for her.

Yeah, me too. (THUNDER RUMBLES)

So what happens now?

We wait 24 hours and then another doctor comes in

and we do the tests again.

To prove what?

He's dead.

It's the law.

There's got to be two rounds of testing

before we can pronounce brain death.

At least she won't have to decide.

Well, I hope she does. I think it'd be better for her.

Why?

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

When you lose someone, you... you can't hold on.

You have to let go.

It's hard but... if you can do it and find some sort of...

..I don't know, peace.

It's easier when you look back. You can be kind to yourself.

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

(MACHINE BEEPS STEADILY)

What are you giving him?

An infusion of noradrenaline.

Is that going to help?

Well, it's getting harder for his heart to pump.

Even with the ventilator. So, yes. It'll help for a while.

He really has gone, hasn't he?

Yes, he has.

He used to say to me, "Mum, you never know when to leave."

If we turn the ventilator off, he won't suffer, will he?

No. Not at all.

How long will it take?

It's hard to say but in his condition, probably not long.

Would you like a few minutes to say goodbye?

Er, Blanche's file, please.

How's the sympathetic ear going?

I think I'm close to a breakthrough.

Breakthrough or breakdown?

Oh! (LAUGHS)

Difficult patient? You could say that.

I'm just waiting on Von to admit that she's been beaten.

Mmm. That'll be the day.

JO: (ON RADIO) MRU to All Saints. Do you copy?

Adam here, Jo. Go ahead.

We've got an intubated male,

extensive abdominal injuries, massive blood loss.

He's stable but in shock. Mike wants to go straight to theatre. Over.

Copy that, Jo. We'll have a theatre on stand-by. Out.

How's Claire? Um... she'll need some time off work.

Well, is she sick?

Well, that's personal.

Well, if there's anything I can do, you let me know.

Theatre are ready for you.

Great, thanks. As soon as we get this guy settled, I want to talk to you.

OK. You'll have to wait here. Sorry.

He's in good hands.

(MACHINE BEEPS STEADILY) I saw the world through your eyes.

I saw how beautiful it was because of you.

You were so brave and strong.

(SNIFFS)

(CRIES) Goodbye, my only boy.

We're ready now.

(MACHINE BEEPS)

(SOBS)

How are you feeling?

Not great.

Gabby made some sandwiches, if you're hungry.

I bought some things. I didn't know what you needed.

Thanks.

I'm sorry. Please don't say that.

But I am. I promised I'd look after you.

You can't.

He won't let you. What do you mean?

He told me I was his.

He kept telling me that.

I'm never gonna get away from him.

I won't let him anywhere near you again, Claire.

You can't stop him.

No-one can. He found me once. He'll always find me.

No matter where I go or who I'm with.

I just want him to leave me alone.

Oh, Claire. (CRIES)

(DIALS PHONE)

Ian Kingsley?

I'm calling from the pharmacy at All Saints Hospital.

Did you receive any medication when you were discharged?

(THUNDER RUMBLES) Yeah, it's very important.

If you give us your address, we'll get it to you this afternoon.

Yeah.

Got it.

Yeah, I know where it is.

Ah, yes. Can I speak to Dr Rosenberg?

I'll hold. Yeah.

Don't tell me that's Blanche's psychiatrist.

How's the boy?

We just switched the machines off.

No mother should have to go through that pain.

(HANGS UP)

Come on. Where are we going?

Well, you're going home. Discharge papers. Sign there.

But you were going to ring my... Sign it.

Hurry up. Darling, you've been a rock.

An absolute rock. Come on. Come on.

Why don't you give me your phone number

and we'll see about getting you a proper job away from here?

We've all worked very hard today to find out what's wrong with you,

and, well, it's obvious.

Darling, don't be mysterious! It doesn't suit you.

You're a bitch.

I see a lot of people come through here,

suffering agony no-one should have to endure but not you.

No, you're just a bitch.

That's why your daughter hates you.

That's why you've got no friends.

And the tragedy is you've brought it all on yourself.

I'll have you know I have a rich, full life.

I have a rich, full life!

Have you written up the death certificate?

Yeah.

How's his mum?

About how you'd expect.

Well, she did the right thing.

Hey, did you... You...

You first. No, you go.

I was just wondering if you want to go for a drink.

Yeah, I'd like that.

(SIGHS) Hey. Hello. How is he?

Uh, still in theatre but I'm cautiously optimistic.

Well, he'd better bloody make it, otherwise I'll kill him myself.

Hey. You were great today.

I'm proud of you.

I'm used to being in the shit but that was taking things too far.

Charlotte, how can I get a backup doctor for the MRU team?

Is this what you wanted to speak to me about?

Steve called in sick today.

I had to operate on a guy out in a bush hut without any surgical backup.

Now, Jo is brilliant but she's not a theatre nurse.

Hang on. Stop. OK.

We got lucky. Patient should've died.

If Jo hadn't kept her head, he probably would've.

We just can't go out again with only one doctor.

OK, well, I will ask around the department and see who's interested.

I'll do it. I'd love to be G.I. Joe now and then.

Alright. Put in a written request for an MRU backup roster.

Get it to me ASAP, I'll get it to Admin.

Is that all?

As long as they agree to cover the insurance, yeah.

Why did I ever waste my time talking to Frank?

'Cause Frank is the bloody boss of this department.

What's this little knitting circle about?

We're organising a backup roster for the MRU.

Like hell you are. Mike was just saying...

I couldn't give a stuff what he said. You're under my jurisdiction.

If you want something, come and see me. Don't sniff around Beaumont.

He wasn't.

I'd ask you if I thought you'd do anything.

Hey.

Where are you two going?

We're going for a drink. Is that a problem?

No. No.

You have a good night.

You too.

You keep your mitts off my staff.

Hey, why don't I roster you on?

Because then you'd be hanging around with me, wouldn't ya?

Yeah. I'd love it.

Think of all the stuff we could get up to!

(LAUGHS) Yeah...

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

(GROANS)

Oh!

(GASPS) Here's what's going to happen.

You're gonna get your arse back to Perth

and you're gonna forget that Claire exists.

Do you understand? (GASPS)

ANSWER ME!

Yes.

(THUNDER RUMBLES, RAIN FALLS)