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BREE: He's got a possible fractured right radius

and possible broken ribs with equal air entry.

He's got bruising and lacs to his chest and abdo.

BART: How'd it happen?

He pulled an internal wall down on himself.

We found him under a pile of bricks and plaster.

Home renovator. Yeah.

Neighbours heard a crash and called it in.

Working solo - no way to get a successful job done. Hey, Homer?

Whatever you say, Frank.

MAN: I'm fine. Just a few cuts and bruises, that's all.

Speech is slurred. GCS?

He dropped to 13 on transit and no reported LOC.

His head was clear of debris and there was no head lacs or abrasions.

Do you know what happened, Hank? No.

One minute I was working then... whammo!

Dunno what hit me.

Proverbial ton of bricks, eh? (LAUGHS QUIETLY)

Any chance you hit your head when you landed?

I don't think so.

Actually landed on an old mattress.

How's my favourite niece this morning?

Same as I was at breakfast. (CHUCKLES)

What can I do? CLAIRE: Hey.

Start on a set of obs while I hook him up to the monitors.

Yep.

BREE: See you, Hank. Good luck, mate. Yeah, right. Thanks.

So no reported head injury and yet clear signs of disorientation.

What are you thinking? Nothing until we get him stable.

Good answer. Very good answer.

Homer, could I have a word later on if you get, um...?

Yeah. (SINGS NONSENSE WORDS)

What have you done now? No idea.

Last night he said I was a genius.

(HUMS MERRILY)

(CLICKS)

(CONTINUES HUMMING)

Ooh! Sorry! I didn't see you there. Oh!

A planet is pretty hard to miss.

Oh, Frank, a message for you from Admin.

Said they'll call you when they're ready to see you.

Oh, right. Great. Thanks. How have you upset them this time?

Nothing to worry about. Beautiful blouse, by the way. Love the colour!

(WHISPERS) Charlotte!

Did he just pay you a compliment? Uh-huh.

I've just been bracing myself the same rotten mood

as he was in yesterday.

Oh, he's in some kind of mood.

It's... not one I've seen before, though.

You know he was humming?

Happy humming? Mmm.

(FRANK SINGS LOUDLY)

Happy Frank freaks me out.

(CONTINUES SINGING)

Ooh, yeah!

C spine's clear. That hard collar can come off.

(HANK GRUNTS AND GROANS)

Hand... it's killing me.

That's because your wrist is very badly broken.

Morphine's not helping? No.

Hey, do you guys still need Amy?

Uh, no. We're right now. Thanks.

It's just my hand!

OK. You can relax your arm now, Hank.

Let's give him 2.5 milligrams of morphine.

Get him up for a head CT. Mm-hm.

FAST's not showing any internal injuries.

Lucky that mattress was there.

There's definitely no outward sign of head injury.

You know, there's a lesson in this - renos are best left to the experts.

(LAUGHS)

He's fitting. Let's log roll him.

On my three. One, two, three.

What do you need? Five milligrams IV midazolam.

Yep. Loading dose of phenytoin in IV too.

Onto it. Someone get his airway.

Frank... Your wish is my command... doc.

It's a little bother over nothing. Just a little cold.

Had you stayed out there any longer, you would have frozen to death.

Gabrielle said you need me. This is Marina.

We'll need warm IV fluids running. Hi. I'm Amy.

Your hands are like ice! Exposure?

She spent three nights tied to a tree.

Who tied you to a tree? Nobody.

Apparently she was trying to save it.

Bloody developers wanna kill it.

The last few nights have been freezing.

Marina, can I get you to shift over to that bed for me, please?

That's the way.

(GRUNTS) She's bradycardic.

What's that?

It just means that your heart rate's slowed because you're so cold.

Can you show me your tongue?

OK. Do you want me to cannulate?

She's quite dehydrated.

It might be hard to find a vein so I should do it.

What's so special about this tree? They were here first.

It's our duty to look after them.

I'm pretty sure we have a duty to look after ourselves too.

Arggh! What's happening?

Just take it easy, Hank. (GROANS)

We think you must have hit your head when the wall fell on you.

You don't remember anything about that?

Wall? I don't...

Nah.

Is this normal postictal confusion? No, no, no, no.

He should be coming out of it by now.

He was confused before the seizure. We really need that head CT.

Let's get an EEG as well. See what his brain activity's like.

Good idea.

Arggh! It hurts so much.

It feels like I'm dying. We're looking after you.

You'll be OK. (GASPS AND PANTS) I'm not OK!

Uh, Bart, can we give him something more for the pain?

No. He's at his limit with morphine.

He shouldn't be feeling anything.

Arggh!

Your veins don't wanna come out and play.

Because I'm cold?

Because your blood pressure is low.

Your vascular system has slowed right down.

Like I'm going into hibernation.

Unlike bears, we're not designed to hibernate.

Still, we could learn from them,

like that man who went and lived with them.

You mean that crazy guy who ended up being killed by a bear?

You think it's crazy to want to be connected with nature?

No! I'm totally into nature.

But it doesn't mean I want to be eaten by a grizzly

or turned into an icicle for a tree.

It's not just any tree. It was a magnificent Moreton Bay fig.

OK. They are amazing.

Big protest?

There were a few of us to begin with but then it got so cold

people started to leave

and that's when my boyfriend and I kind of fell out ideologically.

(MACHINE BEEPS)

BP's 80/45. (CONTINUES BEEPING)

Alright. Is that bad?

Well, it's not good.

Means your heart's not working hard enough

to keep your blood circulating.

Can you get me 600 micrograms of atropine IV?

And get some metaraminol on standby too.

Yeah.

I'll get another set of obs done. Thank you.

Anything show up? Uh...

There's nothing in the report.

No sign of any trauma to the brain.

Nothing to explain the confusion or the seizure.

FRANK: But you did the EEG. No abnormalities detected.

Mm-hm. What about pre-existing conditions?

There was nothing in his medical history

and his bloods came back normal.

And I take it you did a tox screen.

Negative for drugs and alcohol.

Now, I wonder if he's visited any exotic locations lately.

A wall FELL on him, Frank.

Recent travel history hardly seems relevant.

Alright. Don't get your knickers in a knot. I was just asking.

(RETCHES)

He's vomiting. (COUGHS AND RETCHES)

His temperature's up. So's his blood pressure.

OK. Let's rerun bloods.

We'll check for exotic diseases. Hey?

Homer, what do you remember most about being an intern?

Is this relevant? Just answer the question.

Being treated like a 5-year-old by senior doctors

who equated lack of experience with stupidity.

Interesting.

Thanks.

How much longer am I gonna be here?

At least until tomorrow, maybe longer,

depending on whether or not your heart stabilises,

which it seems to be doing.

Tree's all on its own. There's nobody there to protect it.

Are you talking about the tree that nearly killed you?

You wouldn't be saying that

if you cared as deeply about the environment as I do.

Hey! We care. At least, I do.

I've been on a couple of forest protests and marches and stuff.

I recycle, reuse.

Oh. You're a foot soldier.

See, I see myself as more of a leader like... Gandhi.

You know.

Hey. I raided lost and found. Do you want me to put these on her?

Sure. Good work.

I'd rather a hot shower.

Well, we need to be careful that

your temperature doesn't raise too quickly

but if it's not 36 within the hour, we'll get you a warming blanket.

Also known as a Bair Hugger.

Charlotte...

Uh... what is that?

Frostbite.

That's ridiculous -

my feet were the one part of me that didn't feel cold...

..which I should have realised was bad.

My feet are always cold!

My boyfriend used to complain about it all the time.

Well, you probably had bad circulation to begin with

but now that the blood's stopped flowing to your toes

the tissues started to die.

Are they gonna just fall off?

No. They won't just fall off.

But some of that dead tissue will need to be removed.

I'm gonna get a vascular surgeon to come down and do a consult.

Hey.

Just doesn't make sense.

I know. Are the repeat bloods back yet?

Nope.

Might be time to start thinking about intubating him.

Alright. You get that started. I'll ring Pathology.

See if I can get a rush on that last lot of results.

Hey, you. Hey!

You'll never guess what I'm nursing.

A woman with frostbite. Her toes are turning black. You should see it.

It's gross! She homeless?

Environmental protestor.

Spent the last three nights tied to a tree

some developer wants to cut down.

Tree hugger? I'm yet to meet a smart one.

Excuse me, but I happen to be a tree hugger.

You separate glass from paper.

I don't think it's the same as

throwing yourself in front of a bulldozer.

As a matter of fact, I HAVE thrown myself in front of a bulldozer.

What, did you take a jacket or a warm blanket?

See? I rest my case. (SCOFFS) Smart-arse.

(CHUCKLES)

WOMAN: (OVER RADIO) Paramedics request assessment for

extrication of a trapped patient.

Rescue's already in attendance.

Copy that.

When you're ready. There's no hurry.

I think I'll sit this one out. You two can handle it.

Well, we don't know that until we get there.

Medical assessment - doesn't sound like it requires a surgeon.

Extrication could mean anything.

Some guy could have his leg caught in a meat grinder.

And it's more likely to be some kid with his head stuck in a bucket.

I've got this financial performance statement

to have ready by the morning so, um,

unless one of you would care to do it for me...

(LAUGHS) It's all good.

Good morning! Good morning!

Uh, and good luck with whatever job you're going to.

Thanks, Frank. (SIGHS) I'm busy.

Only need a minute of your time.

I haven't got one to spare. Well, isn't that charming?

After all the wise counsel I gave you

when you were contemplating YOUR great career change.

You counselled me to stick it up my arse.

(CHUCKLES) I'm taking over the hospital intern program.

And the board has approved this?

They haven't answered my proposal yet

but they'd be mad to knock it back, don't you think?

Mmm.

(SIREN WAILS)

Hey, guys.

Hey. Hey.

What sort of extrication are we talking about exactly?

Well, it's not a situation I've dealt with before

so it's difficult to assess the severity of the, um...

..the entrappedness.

MAN: (SHOUTS) It's not bloody funny!

Piss off before I start charging admission!

(LAUGHS) Hey, hope this doesn't end up on YouTube or nothing.

Bummer, that'd be.

If anyone even thinks about filming this, they're dead meat.

I'm not kidding.

That's Stuart.

Please, get me out of here!

Doesn't look stuck. Oh, no. He is. Believe me.

How? That's a good question.

"Why?" might be a better one. What?

Do something... please.

That bench he's lying on,

he's managed to get his penis caught in one of the holes.

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

It went in. I don't understand why it won't come out.

Well, the problem is the hole in the bench

is a lot smaller than your penis is now.

Frozen peas or icy poles?

Let's try the peas.

Bench is trapping the blood so your erection can't go down.

Like a cock ring? Yeah. It's like a cock ring.

I guess.

It's gonna be a bit cold, mate.

Might reduce the swelling. Anything's better than a blowtorch.

What? It's something Rescue mentioned.

Cutting the bench away if lubricants didn't work.

I dismissed it quickly.

Oh, who's a lucky boy, eh?

All these lovely ladies looking after you.

Piss off! Oh, that's nice.

Where'd you be if I hadn't called the ambulance to help you, mate?

Alright. Come on. Give him some privacy.

You kidding? This is gold! Do I look like I'm kidding? Move!

I'm serious!

Hurry up! Go!

I'm still not entirely sure how this happened.

I was just sitting here thinking about my ex

and one thing kind of led to another.

You know how it is, mate. Not entirely, no.

How's that feeling? It's bloody freezing.

Is it working? Just give it some time.

How much time? My old fella's starting to get really sore.

Well, you may have damaged some blood vessels in the process.

If you have, this might not work.

Got any other ideas?

We could try aspirating some of the blood, reduce the swelling.

I could talk you through it if you'd like to try a new procedure.

Sounds like something a doctor should do.

Yeah.

Might even fall into the category of surgery. What do you reckon?

(QUAVERS) What?

Don't worry, mate. We'll get you out of here in one piece.

We're not providing any more on-the-job training

than we did 20 years ago.

We don't have enough doctors to take them through their internships.

Mm-hm. And you intend to change this how, exactly?

By taking them on myself.

They need true mentors,

someone who really cares about imparting knowledge.

Yeah. That's, um, that's all very admirable thinking, Frank.

But are you really sure you want to get into this? Are you that bored?

What do you mean by that?

Well, I'm assuming your reasons are the same

as for me setting up the MRU.

To reinvigorate... Doesn't matter why I'm doing it.

It just matters that it works, which is why I've come to you.

I think a stint in the MRU

would be invaluable experience for my interns.

JO: (OVER RADIO) MRU to Base. Are you around, Mike?

Yep. It sounds like a great idea.

We'll talk about it when you're all up and running.

(RADIO CLICKS) Yeah. What is it, Jo?

Uh, this extrication is proving more difficult than we thought.

We might need you down here after all.

Why?

Steve feels that we might need to

aspirate some blood from a patient's penis

which is stuck in a park bench.

(SIGHS)

Right. And, uh, he can't handle that?

We thought it might be better done by you.

Ah. Very funny.

I don't have time for these games. Just tell him to get on with it.

Jo, it's Frank. Would he like me to talk him through the procedure?

Jo, listen, unless this man is facing amputation,

I really don't want to hear from you again.

Copy that.

Minute's up, Frank.

You know, Steve, y-y-you keep saying it's no big deal

but this all looks pretty full-on.

It's a sterile procedure, that's all.

Don't want any germs in there, do we?

Hell, no.

And after the local anaesthetic, you won't feel a thing.

Sounds good. Little Stu's not all that keen on pain.

Then I'll insert a needle into the base of 'Little Stu'

and draw out some of the blood.

Spare me the details, please.

I feel like such a dickhead.

We see a bit of this sort of thing in emergency departments.

If it makes you feel better. Really?

Half our job's dealing with patients who have done things

that don't seem like such a good idea when they look back.

Here was me thinking I was the first.

Hope that's not too disappointing for you.

First garden seat for me, though, I've gotta say.

Call that your signature touch. Yeah.

You're not sticking that in my dick. I don't want that anywhere near me.

To siphon the blood. It'll only be a small...

No way! No! Just relax, come on.

It's the only way. Let me go!

You need to settle down and let us do our job, Stu,

otherwise you're gonna do permanent damage to yourself.

OK, mate, you're gonna feel a little prick.

Ahhh!

The procedure's called intubation, Hank.

It'll help you breathe until we work out what's going wrong.

(MUTTERS)

You'll be unconscious. It won't hurt. Sux and thio, please.

There's that twitching again.

Does it mean anything? Not sure.

Did you notice when he was brought in?

No, I don't think so. Sux and thio going in.

What's the state of play?

Well, his latest chest X-ray shows pulmonary oedema.

Patient's airway doesn't shut down for no reason.

Well, apparently this one does. Cricoid pressure.

Yeah, I know the tox screen was negative

but if I didn't know any better I'd say he'd been poisoned.

What sort of poison? One that I haven't seen before.

Well, that narrows the field.

Repeat bloods are negative for tropical diseases,

including avian influenza and polio.

So where does that lead us?

Back to the fact that we have a man deteriorating for no reason.

Hmm.

Homer, remembering that the man who sees does not need to look,

cast your mind back to your very first observation.

What did you see?

A man who just had a wall fall on him.

More detail. We checked him over for injury.

We got a verbal history of the patient.

So obviously you're missing something.

Yeah, thanks, Frank.

And you need to keep looking until you see.

I know but if you haven't got a useful suggestion,

you're not really helping.

Hmm.

Just told the boss to take a hike. Mmm, he'll cope.

He's also right.

Well, let's go back to our first observations.

What did we see? (SIGHS)

Can you feel that?

Can't feel anything.

Good.

I'm gonna start draining the blood out now.

Oh, God. Do you live here alone, Stu?

Yeah.

Supposed to be me and my girlfriend.

We were gonna have chooks, a garden, be self-sufficient.

Well, you could still do all that. No.

I'm moving out. Never wanna see this place again.

Is it working? Just give me a second.

I can't do this too quickly.

Where will you go? Eh?

When you move out, where will you go?

Oh, I was thinking about riding a bike across China.

Maybe all the way to Europe. Wow.

Might be in business now.

All I want you to do now is try very carefully to lift yourself out.

What if I rip it off?

You won't. Just go really slowly, OK? OK.

(INHALES SHARPLY) Yeah, I think it's coming out.

No, it's not, mate. Stop. Yeah, it is.

Stop! Stop, mate! Stop! Stop!

What? No... Oh!

I'll never get out of here.

I'll be known as 'Dick in Bench Guy' for the rest of my life.

We're gonna need some more ice. Yeah.

BART: Well, he wasn't electrocuted.

Exposure to gas doesn't account for any of the symptoms.

What about a chemical agent? Organophosphates, maybe?

Who uses fertilisers when they're renovating?

OK, so I'm clutching at straws.

No, no, no, no, just keep going. It's an important part of the process.

Could something have bitten him?

What makes you say that? He kept saying his hand was sore.

Well, he has got a broken wrist.

But he was saying his hand, not his wrist.

Spiders can live in old brickwork.

What about this?

Well, that could be a bite.

That'd explain the symptoms, the twitching, the sweating.

Throw in airway obstruction, pulmonary oedema.

Antivenene in the drug room. Er, Pharmacy.

His BP's through the roof. Could be having a stroke.

Raise the bedhead.

And we'll need hydralazine, five milligrams IV bolus.

Just hurry and get the antivenene.

Don't we need to know the kind of spider?

Symptoms like this can only be funnel-web. Don't do this now, Hank.

We got the answer. You just hang in there a little bit longer.

Temperature's still 35.5 but her last ECG was much better.

I guess we can afford to move things along a bit.

Let's get this around her.

It's the Bair Hugger. Bair Hugger for a tree hugger.

Surgeon came and he stayed for about two minutes

and said that I was gonna lose my toes.

I know and I'm really sorry.

Is he sure?

I mean, what if I try, I dunno...

..yoga or massage?

The tissue in those toes has died and there's no way to reverse that,

so the sooner they're amputated, the less chance you have

of suffering nerve damage to the rest of your feet.

Is it gonna affect my walk? Not in the long term.

I mean, you might be a little off balance till you get used to it.

Oh, why was I so stupid?!

Didn't you think to go home and get some warmer clothes or something?

I wanted to but...

Oh, that stupid tree was everything to us!

Can you keep me posted on her temp?

It's where we first met.

It was where we... we first made love.

It was our special place

and he just left me there.

How's he doing?

On our second bolus of hydralazine and his BP hasn't dropped at all.

Well, hopefully the antivenene will do the trick.

Pharmacy says one to two ampoules.

Repeat dose every 10 to 15 minutes if necessary.

Slow IV administration, yeah? Yep.

Never even seen a funnel-web.

Eugh! We don't have them in WA. Lucky WA.

Alright, here we go.

What happens now?

We wait. Symptoms should abate within 15 minutes.

So only part of the problem was caused by... natural swelling?

The rest he did struggling to get out.

You can see that now that the bruising's started.

So I'm gonna have a black dick?

More like purple, but it should fade to a nice shade of yellow over time.

Not like anyone's gonna be seeing it in a hurry.

Found a servo up the road. Thought it might make the job a bit easier.

Good. We're all out of frozen food.

All I can think about is how much I miss her

and none of this would've happened if I wasn't such a tool.

She was the one, you know?

I haven't even looked at another woman since we met.

Any chance of sorting things out? I don't think so.

The truth is, I'm a piker.

If I did try and ride a bike across China

I'd probably fold at the first flat tyre.

She, on the other hand, would carry it the rest of the way.

Hey. Come on, we're nearly there, alright? Just hang in there.

Yeah.

Frank, Admin called.

Yep, yep, yep. Tell 'em I'm on my way.

I don't think they wanna see you. I think it's about this.

Apparently your proposal's been rejected.

What is so vitally important

that it's actually made you put pen to paper?

Mind your own bloody business! Frank, is this... Frank!

(GRUNTS)

They rejected it out of hand!

Not even a request for any more information.

I worked for hours on that bloody proposal!

Crossed every bloody 'T'.

Dotted every bloody 'I'.

And which part of this bureaucratic blindness actually surprises you?

None of it.

Tell you the truth, I'm bloody gutted.

Hmm.

Look, here's the deal - I will tell you how to fool the Board

into giving you whatever it is you want

and you'll leave me in peace.

Vlasek, not even you could con that pack of corporate hyenas.

Hey. Take a look around.

Think I got all this by asking nicely?

What you need is an unwitting accomplice.

In my case it was the Health Minister.

For you, I would suggest

the dean at whichever university supplies most of our interns.

You with me so far? No.

Look, you tell this dean that the Board has asked you

to set up a new intern program

and you would like him to pass on

his invaluable thoughts on how best to go about it.

The dean goes to the Board,

sets everything out for them,

with, of course, your name all over it.

Done and dusted.

You're asking me to lie to the dean of a leading university

and get him to do my bidding without him knowing a thing about it?

That's a bit deceptive, isn't it?

Do you wanna run the program or not?

What's happened?

Had a reaction to the antivenom. I had to shut the infusion down.

Which means the spider toxin will kill him anyway, right?

No, we can start it up again once we get the anaphylaxis under control.

And if he has another adverse reaction?

This is ridiculous. We're basing the whole diagnosis on a mark.

We don't even know if it WAS a funnel-web.

Well, what else could it be?

Oh!

When they brought it up, I said you were the man to talk to.

You don't become dean of the best medical faculty in the country

for no reason.

Yeah, that's a great idea. You wanna get the ball rolling right now?

Send your thoughts over to the Board here and, oh, could you tell them

that, um... that you're willing to hand over

your best and brightest to me personally?

And then I...

Yes, yes. Could not agree more.

OK, Gregory.

Yep. Thanks for your help, mate. Bye-bye.

You look like a man who's lost a bet.

I hope not.

I went back to the basics with that guy in Resus.

Found a puncture mark on his hand,

initially overlooked because of his other injuries.

So? It's some creepy-crawly.

Coupled with the symptoms was suggestive of a funnel-web bite.

Well, aren't you treating him with antivenene?

He had an adverse reaction to it. Oh!

We got it under control.

It's just there's no proof that it was actually a spider.

Take away everything that was caused by the wall falling on him

and what have you got left?

You can't think of any other possibilities?

Not that fits his symptoms so perfectly.

You don't need an eight-legged carcass to prove your diagnosis.

What are his obs like?

He stabilised quickly after we gave him the adrenaline.

Good, good, good. And the steroids will prevent another reaction.

But we need to get him back on the antivenene.

IV administration? Yes, should be safe.

His airway will be protected in case he goes back into anaphylaxis.

Alright, one ampule. Let's get it going.

Thanks, Frank. You're welcome.

Oh, it's getting cold down there.

Means the anaesthetic's wearing off.

You sure it being numb for all this time

isn't gonna cause permanent damage?

I'd be more worried about the damage of staying trapped in the bench.

It's not gonna, like, make me sterile or anything?

No, no. No, it's highly unlikely.

At least that's some good news.

Oh, it's freezing down there.

Alright, I think we're almost ready go to our separate ways.

Give it a go now.

Gently. Nice and slowly, alright?

Oh, man. I'm out. Oh, yeah.

I'm free! Praise the Lord!

Oh, yeah! And pass the pain relief.

He's gonna need it. Whoa! Hey!

Mate? Ladies. Oh, yeah. Right. Sorry.

Oh! Ahhh!

It's alright. Ahh! Ahhh!

It's just the blood rushing back into your penis.

Suck on this. It'll help.

We reduced the swelling

with a combination of fluid drainage and cold packs

till we were able to extract him.

Good thing. Coming in with it still attached might attract attention.

That's not funny. Nobody's laughing.

Just gonna get you to scoot across into this bed for us.

Are we gonna need a urologist? Yeah.

He did some damage to himself trying to pull free before we arrived.

He's had 2.5mg of morphine IV. (GROANS)

Sounds like you're about ready for some more.

Once we get the pain under control, we'll check what's going on.

Alright? (GASPS) OK.

You take care of yourself, alright? Thanks, man.

How is he?

Oh, poor bugger.

Makes my eyes water just thinking about it.

Serves him right for being so stupid.

Half our call-outs are results of stupidity.

What makes him so different?

He was screwing a garden bench.

What is it with men and their dicks?

Are you telling me no woman's ever had a good time

with some inanimate household object?

I'm sorry. Why are you defending him?

Just admit that he was an idiot.

It obviously wasn't the smartest thing to do,

but the guys was distraught.

He's just broken up with his girlfriend.

Which is cause for getting pissed, not for rooting the furniture.

I take it the extrication was successful.

We got there in the end.

I'm sure you'll be on Steve's side - defending male idiocy.

Eh. Leave me out of it.

Men will stick their dicks in anything - proven fact.

Proven by whom? And what is your problem with men?

I'm just calling a spade a spade.

You can't go round shooting every dog,

just because a few have got fleas.

(SCOFFS) Huh! Women.

Almost back to normal. That's good.

Alright. We'll send you to theatre within the hour.

I've been lying here saying goodbye to my toes.

It's a weird feeling.

I'm sure it is.

They've been there my whole life.

Never really given them much thought.

But I'll really miss them.

Will there be anyone at home to look after you

once you've been discharged?

None of this would have happened if I hadn't have broken up

with my boyfriend...

..being snuggled up under our tree together.

Sounds like you miss him.

I do.

Maybe you guys still have a chance.

I don't think so.

My psychic said that I had to be free to find my own path.

It made sense at the time.

It resonated.

But not now?

Now... I just miss him.

How long will it take for him to recover?

All things being equal,

he should be sitting up sometime tomorrow.

Thank God for that.

Homer, one of the great pleasures of running this department,

is watching naive young interns -

like you -

mature into first-rate physicians.

Claire was the one who picked up on the bite.

Ah! But you pursued it. Well done.

OK. What's going on?

You know those senior doctors you talked about

who made you feel like an idiot when you were an intern?

Was I one of them?

(SPLUTTERS) You called me a goose every time I got something wrong.

You WERE a goose.

And that Homer thing... it just pissed me off.

Oh, come on... nicknames, that's a sign of affection!

Honestly?

I mean, you were more infuriating than the rest of them put together.

But you never made me feel like an idiot.

Right. Good. Well... great.

Am I supposed to be picking up on something here?

What do you mean?

All these cryptic comments about internships.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Listen, keep it under your hat, but there's a very good chance

I'll be running the intern program from now on.

Really? Why? Don't you think I could do it?

No.

Couldn't think of a better man for the job.

Even though I'm infuriating.

Infuriating in a good way.

You know, you made me think outside the box.

You still do, Frank.

Oh.

I take it you were only partially aroused when you put it in?

Do we have to go through this again?

I'm just trying to ascertain as to whether you had to force yourself in.

No.

Alright?

I didn't force anything. It wasn't like bench rape, you know.

Whatever you're thinking...

I'm not thinking anything.

I'm trying to work out how much damage you might have caused.

We just wanna help you, that's all. Help me?

You can help me by making today be over.

I don't wanna talk about it anymore.

I don't wanna go back to that house. I just want to disappear.

Well, it's understandable, but it might be a bit of an overreaction.

Look, the next-door neighbours were laughing,

then the ambos turned up, and they're both chicks.

You've had a rough day.

I need to pee.

Well, you're gonna have to hold on for a while, I'm afraid.

We must catheterise you before you can empty your bladder.

That's like where you stick a tube up my old fella?

Right?

You'll be a lot more comfortable once it's done.

Yeah. What's the bet something goes wrong?

Oh, now. Come on. Don't be like that.

Dr Rossi has done lots of catheters.

Hundreds, mate. You'll be right. No. I won't.

I'm just a waste of bloody space.

I can't take it anymore.

I didn't do anything to deserve it, OK?

None of it.

It's not bloody fair.

(SOBS) Oh, honey. It's alright.

(SOBS)

So, is your greenie gonna lose her toes?

Some of them. Yes.

Where's your soul, Bart?

Oh, it's close to, but not part of, my heart.

The future of the planet depends on us taking conservation seriously.

You have half-an-hour showers

and leave lights on so your goldfish aren't scared.

That is too reduce algae!

And I take, like, five-minute showers, max.

When was the last time you got public transport?

I drive a very economical car, thank you very much.

Oh, you're all talk, Fielding.

Your carbon footprint's as big as they come.

Is not! Is too.

Whatever.

We usually drive in together anyway, although THAT is about to change.

Oh, I was just having...

What was that all about?

Just having a bit of fun.

Yeah? Didn't notice Amy laughing.

Yeah-no. Me neither. Thanks.

Yes, I'd like to organise an ICU bed for my patient in Resus.

Yeah. I'll hold.

So it's time. Yes. It is.

And there's really nothing they can do?

No. There's not.

(SIGHS)

Let's go, then.

And I shouldn't care. I'm losing a couple of toes.

That poor tree's probably gonna be woodchips by the end of the week.

Is it really hundreds of years old?

We used to laugh about how many people must have made love

underneath it over the centuries.

Gotta go.

Marina? Stuart!

Oh, my God. Wha...?

That's him.

What's happened? Can we stop, please?

Please. Just for a second.

Stuart.

(GASPS) Oh!

Oh!

Marina.

Stuart.

I've been asking the universe to bring us back together.

I never dreamed that it would be here.

How could you have stayed out in the cold so long?

Couldn't you feel your toes going numb?

I guess I had other things to worry about.

You should have called me.

I would have come back. I tried.

You didn't answer. Yeah. Sorry.

So what happened to you? Why are you here?

Um...

Stuart sustained a nasty groin injury while playing football.

Football? You... you hate football.

J-just in the backyard with the neighbour.

Pretty stupid.

I'm... I'm gonna be OK.

This is amazing!

(GASPS) It's fate. It's gotta be.

Yeah. I reckon it is.

I love you, Stu.

That psychic, she was wrong. I was wrong too.

I should never have left you under our tree.

We're meant to be together.

Surgeons are waiting, Marina. We've gotta keep going.

OK. I'll see you after.

Yeah. Good luck.

I'll be fine. My angels are looking after me.

(LAUGHS) Yeah.

Let's go.

I love you. I love you more.

What an amazing coincidence.

There's no such thing as coincidence. Everything happens for a reason.

(LAUGHS) (LAUGHS)

This is where I leave you. I'll come and see you after.

Yeah. That'd be great.

You and I have a lot in common. I can feel it.

You're a really beautiful person.

BART: Hey. Feel like doing something tonight?

Why?

I just thought we could DO something.

No. Actually... I think I'm busy.

I'm gonna have to tell her the truth at some stage.

Are you sure that's such a good idea?

Yeah. I can't lie to her forever.

But thanks for covering for me.

Didn't really want to get into it then and there.

Well, I'm sorry I didn't come up with something more plausible.

I still can't believe it.

Marina.

Well, I'm sorry to break the mood,

but it's time to put your catheter in.

Oh, yeah. Right.

I'll try to make it quick and painless.

Thanks.

(PHONE RINGS)

Emergency department.

Ah, yeah. He's right here. I'll put him on.

Frank, Admin for you. Ah!

Campion.

Really?

Gregory MacPherson asked for me specifically?

No. Not at all.

Yes. Of course I'm interested.

Is that Gregory MacPherson as in Dean MacPherson?

Why would the head of a medical school

be talking to Admin about Frank?

One way to find out.

No, no. Well, thanks for your support.

I'm sure it'll work out extremely well.

I look forward to discussing it with you too.

Ciao for now.

Problem? We'd like to know what's going on.

In regard to what? Well...

With your good mood, for example.

And your mysterious phone calls from Admin.

I'm a head of a department. I ring Admin all the time.

I have never see you smile after a conversation with them before.

Are you leaving, Frank?

Would you be upset if I was? Answer the question.

Leaving? To do what?

To teach at university... maybe. (SCOFFS) Would it matter if I did?

A yes or no answer will suffice, thank you very much!

I don't seem to be needed around here.

You two run the place with consummate ease.

You asked me to step up. You insisted on it... actually.

And the only reason the joint is being run so well

is because you're here.

So are you or are you not leaving?

(LAUGHS)

Don't be such bloody panic merchants.

I'm not going anywhere. But there's gonna be changes.

Park your backsides. I'll tell you all about it.

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

(TWIG SNAPS) No! Stop! Stop!

Don't come any closer. I've got mace!

(GASPS) Oh!

Turn it off. You're blinding me.

Oh! It's you.

(LAUGHS)

How did you find me? Oh, two and two together.

Did a little bit of research.

(CHUCKLES) I suppose you think you're pretty clever, huh?

Uh-huh. Pretty.

I didn't want you to get frostbite. Oh, ha, ha, ha!

(LAUGHS)

I brought enough to take us through till the morning.

Oh.

Oh!

You know, just in case we're here all night.

I thought you didn't care about saving trees.

I care about you.

And if this is important to you...

..then it's important to me too.

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

Oh! Ooh.

Oh, my God. Quick, quick, quick.

(LAUGHS)

Give it...

(LAUGHS)