All language subtitles for All.Saints.S08E29 - Requiem.en

His name's Adam Coote.
Nine years old.

Light plane crash.

He was ejected
approximately 10 metres on impact.

Obvious head injury with LOC.

VINCENT: Adam, can you hear me?

It was lucky
there were any survivors.

MAN: Adult male.

Possible full-thickness burns
to torso, hands and limbs.

Brief loss of consciousness
in transport.

Okay. On three. One, two, three.

What have we got?

GCS 4,
periorbital ecchymosis evident.

Pupils sluggish.
He was intubated at scene.

BP 90/45, pulse 105. Hartmann's
running. We had to scoop and run.

Adam, can you hear me?
Good luck with him.

Are there more coming?

Kids from out west and their
teacher. They're all bad.

How many kids?
We're expecting at least three.

Why don't you see
if Charlotte needs a hand?

Dan can take over here.

Head and abdo CT.

Full bloods, cross-match.
I'll do an arterial line.

You're putting me on the adult
on purpose?

Yeah, I am.

I'm not gonna be able to hold
your hand today, Cate. Not today.

It's gonna get ugly.

I'll contact the Neuro team.
Looks like a closed head injury.

Frank.

Yes, Cate.

Yes, it's Dr Hughes in the ED.

I need an urgent head CT
for a paediatric trauma patient.

How are my kids?
Are they bringing them all in here?

CATE: I'm not sure.

CHARLOTTE: I need to listen
to your chest. Deep breath.

I can talk and breathe
at the same time. How are my kids?

Mr Smith...

Smitty. Everyone calls me Smitty.

I'm trying to determine whether
your airways have been burnt.

We'll get to everything else
in time. Just take a deep breath.

Stay calm, Smitty. It's okay.

(breathes heavily)

Alright. That's it.

Okay. Breathe in for me.

Good. Okay.

Cate, can you please remove
the mask?

Smitty, can you open your mouth
nice and wide for me, please?

That's great.

Okay. No signs of sootiness,
no laryngeal burns.

Are you in any pain?

No. Now what about the kids?

I saw Adam -
he looked pretty bad.

He's still being assessed.
He may have a head injury.

BP is 110/60.
Pulse is 120 and sats are at 96%.

He'll need serial ABGs, and watch
his pulmonary function closely.

Chances are we'll have to
intubate him.

I'll call the Burns and Plastic
teams for an urgent review.

Cate, Cate, Cate. Don't worry
about all that stuff for me.

You just concentrate on them.

Hey, look, we're going to be
looking after the kids, alright?

I promise you.

I don't even know what happened.

The engine just started
making this shocking noise.

Where were you heading?

Flying down for rehearsals
for the State Eisteddfod.

You know about that?
Singin' and dancin' and...

Where were you flying in from?

A little place called Bartlet River.

Just a flyspeck on the map.
I doubt you've even heard of it.

I've heard of it. My mum and I
travelled lots when I was younger.

I doubt there's a flyspeck
on the map I haven't been to.

Now, Smitty, is there anyone
I can contact for you?

I don't want anyone fussing over me.

Just as long
as they've contacted the school.

Smitty, it's possible
that these burns

will end up
affecting your breathing,

which means we'll put
a tube down your throat,

so if there is anyone...

Speak now or forever hold my peace.
Yeah.

No.

I lost contact with my family
when I joined the Christian brothers.

So, should we be calling you
Father Smitty?

No. No, no. I quit years back.

You sure
you're not in any pain at all?

No, I'm okay.

Caty, would you find out
about the kids for me, please?

I will.

Frank.

Left base of skull fracture,
open head injury,

multiple other contusions.

Petechial haemorrhages
in the grey-white matter junction

and in the brain stem.

Extensive brain contusions.

Diffuse axonal injury. Bugger it.

Right pupil fixed and dilated.

What are his obs?

Hypertensive 200/90, pulse is 50.

Cushings response.
Yeah.

Next of kin been notified?

Left a message
on the mother's mobile.

MACHINE PINGS

Frank, he's fitting.

Diazepam 5 milligrams.

Draw up a Phenytoin infusion,

10 grams per kilogram
over 30 minutes

as a loading dose.

Diazepam 10 milligrams in 2ml,
5 milligrams equals 1ml,

expires
01/06.

Diazepam 5 milligrams checked,
expires 06.

Ventricular ectopics.
Increased bradycardia.

Get the defib on standby.

Asystole.

LONG, CONTINUOUS BEEP

No output.

Adrenaline 350 micrograms.

I'd say almost 80% burns,
40% full thickness.

Yeah, we're onto that.

Okay. Thanks.

How is he?

All he can do
is think about the kids.

It would be hard
not to feel responsible.

Mm. Add guilt to concern.

Sheila, Sheila, it's alright.
We've got you.

Sheila, my name's Jack.
How are you?

(Sheila cries hysterically)

Sheila!

(continues crying)
Sheila!

Smitty...
Sheila, it's okay, sweetheart.

What's wrong with her?
I'll find out. Just stay still.

Okay. I'm just going
to feel your tummy now, okay?

It's alright, Sheila.
Hold on to my hand.

This will be over real soon.

(whimpers)
Sorry, sweetheart.

We're going to need
urgent bloods and cross-match

and a full set of
trauma series X-rays.

Got it.

She has rebound tenderness
and guarding. We need Vincent.

She needs surgery.
Think it might be a bleed.

Well, he's tied up in Resus.

Okay. Let's start her
with some O-Neg blood.

I'm going to go
and get you some medicine.

It will make you feel better.

And I will be right back, alright?

There is no need to be frightened
now. You're safe here.

I'll chase next of kin.
She needs urgent surgery.

How bad is it out there?
A kid's still trapped.

She copped an eyeful
of the dead pilot.

VINCENT: Stop compressions.

LONG, CONTINUOUS BEEP

Still no output.

Start compressions again.

Stop compressions.

FRANK: Check for a pulse.

Still no output.

Come on, Adam.

Page the on-call neuro
and orthopaedic registrars.

How's Mr Smith doing?

Oh, not too good.

I can't work out why he's so
badly burnt and the others aren't.

The firies said

he went back into the burning plane
to try and rescue the pilot.

RADIO: Car 965, are you clear?

965, clear.

What's happening to Sheila?

Well, she suffered
some internal injuries

so they're taking her to theatre.

She'll be alright?

She's a very sick little girl,
Smitty, but...

Then, I need to be with her.

She'll be terrified. She's never been
away from home before.

It's okay. Look, I'll make sure
that her nurse knows that, okay?

Now, I need to insert
what's called a central line

into an artery into your neck
and one into your wrist.

I told you, I don't want any fuss.
Smitty, your burns are extensive.

It's a long-term alternative
to using arm veins

and allows us to give you
larger volumes of fluids and drugs.

No, thanks. But if you rustle up
a beer, I'll be bloody grateful.

You've got to keep this on.
I don't want it.

I don't want anything.

We need to do this.
The burns are dehydrating you.

I said before,
a beer will do the trick.

Smitty, now, you listen to me...

Look, Cate, you're a good girl.
You both are.

But I don't want you
wasting your time on me.

Go and look after the kids.

We can do both.

Mr Smith, you're losing
large volumes of fluids

that need to be replaced.

Yeah, I know.

Without treatment,
you may develop renal failure,

go into shock...

It doesn't matter.
I don't want any treatment.

You're also susceptible to infection
and pulmonary failure.

Now, we need to insert these lines
to treat you effectively.

If we don't,
your condition will deteriorate.

Look, thank you for explaining
everything so beautifully.

But I don't want
any further treatment,

full stop, end of story.

You do realise that by
refusing treatment, you will die?

It's too late. I'm dying anyway.

What's his down time?

45 minutes.

Stop compressions,
check for an output.

LONG, CONTINUOUS BEEP

Frank, my burns patient,
Robert Smith,

won't let us do any invasive
or life-prolonging treatments.

Is he drunk? Doped out?
No.

Hypoxic? Hypoglycaemic?
No, no.

He's fully informed, competent, no
history of mental illness, nothing.

I've ordered a psych review
and a drug screen,

but he says he's dying anyway, so...

We can't treat him
against his wishes.

I just thought you should know.

Pupils fixed and dilated.

LONG, CONTINUOUS BEEP

He's coned. Time to call it.
Any objections?

It's a coroner's case,
so leave everything in place.

NELSON: Anyone know how old he was?

He was nine.

This is a message for Mrs Penny Coote
from Frank Campion,

Director of Emergency Medicine,
All Saints Hospital.

Mrs Coote, I need to talk to you
about your son Adam.

Could you call me
when you get this message, please?

Thank you.

SOMBRE MUSIC

SIREN WAILS

See? Nothing to be worried about.

You go up in the lift,
you'll go into a big room.

Lots of people in there and...
Von, we need to...

..and there'll be lots of lights.

You might see some people
wearing some very silly clothes,

but they're the ones who are
all there helping you to get better.

Good, hey?

Alright. Come on.

I'll go up with her.
Okay.

Your hand, madam.

Jack, we've got another incoming.

Von, I'm going to need you too.

She'll be alright.
I'll be here when you get back.

Von.
Yes. I'm coming.

He's the last one.
Crash site's clear now.

Hi. Shannon, is it?

Yeah.
Hello, I'm Von.

And I am Dr Quade.

Shannon,
do you have any pain anywhere?

Not really.

Hello.
This is a Parramatta Eels jumper.

Yeah.

Well, I'm a Rabbitohs supporter
myself. Don't hold that against me.

I won't.
Alright, Shannon.

I'm just gonna listen to your chest.
You take some deep breaths, alright?

In...

..and out.

Good.
Now, that doesn't hurt to breathe?

No, it's okay.

I'm gonna check you over. Let me know
if you can feel me touching you.

You feel that?
Yep.

And this?

Uh-huh.

How about that?

No.

Okay.

Wriggle your toes for me.

That's fine.

BP 100/70 and pulse 88.

We'll need to take some bloods,
urgent trauma series.

IDC, NG, spiral X-ray and MRI.

What's wrong with me?

Shannon, we just need you
to keep very still,

'cause we're gonna take some X-rays,

just to make sure you
haven't broken any bones,

then we'll know what's going on.

And I'd better check on Mum and Dad.

They're going to freak out.
Seriously.

They didn't even want me
to come on this trip.

Just pop this back on.

And your parents
will be fine.

Can I get you something?

Has that Gideon fellow been
through here with his Bibles lately?

Yep.

Hello, Mr Smith.

Here you go.

Smitty, this is Dr Campion.
He's the Head of Emergency here.

They tell me you're refusing
to have further treatment.

They told you right.

Mm-hm. Has someone explained to you
the consequences of this action?

In great detail.

Look, I got a fair idea about
what's involved with treating burns,

and I don't want to
waste anybody's time.

There's sick kids out there
that need your attention.

Why don't you let me decide
how I use my staff?

I've got cancer, Dr Campion.

Oh? What kind?

Bowel.

They've done a couple of staging ops

but the fact of the matter is
it's spread to my liver and my bones.

The doc back home reckon there's
nothing more they can do for me.

So, this turns out to be a blessing
in disguise, truth be told.

I get all the pain relief
a man can handle

and the company of a beautiful woman.

I'd say that's a pretty fine way
to go out, wouldn't you?

Well, I'll need to talk to your
specialist to confirm the diagnosis.

Go for it.

And you need a psychiatric
assessment

to make sure you're competent
to make this decision.

Make sure I'm not a nut case?

That's what I mean.

You do whatever you have to, doctor,
but I'm clear on this.

Right.

Hey. Don't you be sad for me, Caty.

I've had months to get used to this.

What about the kids?

How are they going to feel when they
realise that you've just given up?

These kids are from the land, for
God's sake. They understand death.

They've watched drought kill hundreds
of head of cattle and new lambs.

Death's not the enemy, Cate.

Okay. Good.
Thanks very much for that.

I'll make sure he knows.

Diagnosis confirmed,

and I'm guessing
that a psych review will deem

that Smitty is competent
to make that decision.

I'll make sure
his wishes are on his chart.

Nelson, I need to talk to you.

Talk fast.
I've got parents about to turn up.

I don't think I can handle
this burns patient.

I don't know if I can watch him die
when he doesn't have to.

So you'd rather someone else
watch him die?

I didn't mean it like that.

He has a choice, Nelson.

He's throwing away
what life he has left.

Cate, don't get this mixed up
with ancient history, okay?

One stupid, unnecessary death
doesn't mean...

It isn't about that!
Isn't it?

We're all having a hell of a day.
I know.

Would you rather have stayed
in Resus?

That boy's dead now.

Maybe you'd like to swap with Von?

She's looking after a 12-year-old
with suspected spinal injuries.

Cate, we cannot choose the patients
we will and will not look after.

Alright? Not here, not today.

So either you cope with
the allocation you're given,

or you and I will have a serious talk
about your future in the ED.

Was that Shannon we passed?
How is he?

He's being looked after.

And Sheila?
She's in surgery.

What about the little fellow - Adam?

Would you stop worrying
about everyone else?

Don't do a bloody snow job on me.
Just tell me the truth.

Adam died. I'm sorry.

Oh, sweet Jesus.

Could I have made a worse decision?

Look, Smitty,
this was not your fault, alright?

It was a terrible accident.

None of these kids
wanted to be in a bloody eisteddfod

before I came along.

It's hardly a burning desire
for kids from Bartlet River.

So if it's not my fault, I'd like
to know whose bloody fault it is.

What happens if you get a patient
with really bad breath?

I mean, you have to get in so close.

What if they've had, like, garlic

or haven't cleaned their teeth
in a week?

Ugh, please.

We nurses get very good
at holding our breath.

Okay.

Now, I want you to squeeze,
hard as you can.

Come on. Harder.

Excellent.

Push against my hands
as hard as you can.

Not doing too good, am I?

Tell me about this eisteddfod thing.

So what do you do?

A bit of tap dancing,
juggling chainsaws?

Singing.
Yeah? Are you any good?

Dad says I sound like
a dog howling at the moon.

Oh, dear. (Laughs)

Okay.

Well, I'd better go
and check up on that CT scan.

Hey, Von...

..have I busted my back?

Please, can we wait for the results
of the test?

If I can't wiggle my toes,
that means I've busted it, right?

Guy at school,

his older brother came
off a motorbike in his front paddock,

busted his back.

Right.
Don't you worry about that.

That can't
happen.

Who's going to take over the farm
from Dad if I'm in a wheelchair?

It's Dr Campion here again
from All Saints Hospital.

It's very important that you answer
this message as soon as you get it,

Mrs Coote.

Shannon's X-rays.

Not good?

Cervical spine is clear,

but there's displaced thoracic
vertebral fractures, bone fragments,

likely cord damage.

I've got Orthopaedics and Neurology
coming down, but I don't...

This your kid in Acute?
Mmm.

Parents here?

Flying in as we speak.

We haven't told him anything.

No, best not to
till Mum and Dad get here.

It's a lot to take in
without his parents.

He knows something's wrong.
He's asking a lot of questions.

So stall him.

Good news, Caty.

Shrink reckons
I'm as sane as you are...

..so you can stop
your fussing over me now.

Did you tell him
you used to be a Christian brother?

You reckon if he found out
I believe a man rose from the dead,

he would've committed me?

I still think you've got a huge dose
of good old Catholic guilt

and you're trying to atone
by sacrificing yourself.

Cate...

Of course I feel guilty.

But I'm not making up
the cancer thing,

or the 80% burns
or whatever the bloody hell it is.

So, how come you're an ex-brother,
Smitty?

They go and kick you out?

I quit.

There was a sex abuse case
at the school where I worked.

Instead of facing the issue head-on,

the school denied it
and tried to bury it.

So you quit?

Guess I was having reservations
about the Church anyways.

It just crystallised it.

But you didn't give up teaching?

Nah, I love teaching.

Kids are the greatest asset we have.

Cate.

He's deteriorating.

There's not much more we can do now
except keep him pain-free.

And, uh... maybe stop judging him.

Cate?

Will you do me a favour?

Can you find Romans,
chapter 8, verse 38 for me?

Can you read it for me?

Just so I know we're still friends.

(clears throat)

(reads) "For I am persuaded
that neither death nor life,

"nor angels nor principalities
nor powers,

"nor things present
nor things to come..."

What do they say?
The X-rays they took?

Oh, well, the doctors, they have
a really good look at them,

and when they know the whole story,
they'll come and tell you.

Did you call Mum and Dad?

Mm-hm.

Did you tell them about my back?

Now, let's not draw any conclusions.
Mum and Dad will be here soon.

I can't feel my legs.

I'm not stupid or anything.
I know what that means.

Listen.

You've been in a major accident.

Now, your whole body, it's in shock,
as well as the spine.

That's going to take
a couple of days

before it even starts
to settle down.

Alright?

Really?

Tell me about this singing of yours.
Do you know any Elvis songs?

No. I don't sing that stuff.

Smitty reckons
I've got the wrong sort of voice.

What sort of voice have you got?

It's for a kind of like...
church music.

Yeah? Give us a sample.

No way.
Come on.

You were gonna perform
in front of an audience.

One little nurse -
that can't be that bad.

I guess not.

And if your dad's right
and you sound like a howling dog,

I'll just tell everyone out there
that, ooh, you're in terrible pain

and you couldn't help it.

Okay. You asked for it.

(sings) ♪ Pie Jesu

♪ Domine

♪ Dona eis

♪ Requiem

♪ Dona eis

♪ Requiem

♪ Pie Jesu Domine

♪ Dona eis

♪ Requiem

♪ Dona eis

♪ Requiem ♪

He's not exactly a lapsed Catholic,

more your going-it-alone
type of Catholic.

No big fan of the Church?

No, not really.

Incidentally, do you mind me asking
how old you are?

I'm 28. I look 17, right?

I get that all the time.

I'm actually thinking
of growing a moustache.

What do you think?

I wouldn't, no.
I get that all the time too.

Smitty, are you awake?

Here's trouble.

This is Father Keith Connelly.

I hope she told you
what a cranky bugger I am.

She may have mentioned it.

I heard you're in a bad way.

Just about run my race, I reckon.

You're a teacher.
Christian brother.

Where was
that?

Up north-east. Town of Holden.
You heard of it?

Everyone's heard of it.

Breeding ground of some of the best
League players in the state.

I'd like to think I had something
to do with it, but...

..you know what they say
about pride.

You were a coach?

You bet.

You mind if I sit down
and chew the fat?

Who do you fancy for the flag?

Who I like and who I think's going
to win are two different things.

Do you fancy a little wager
on the outcome?

Then I'd have to stick around
to collect. Nice try.

Who knows?

If you wanted to, there's no knowing
how long you might last.

When your time's up, your time's up.
You know that.

Personally, I can't go past
the Blues for the win.

Excuse me, Father,
do you mind if I have a quick word?

I'll be right back, Smitty.

You're not just gonna leave it
at that, are you?

No.

I'm going to ask
about his affiliation with God.

Then I'm going to ask
if he needs any spiritual guidance -

right after we finish
talking football.

Because I called you here
because I want him to understand...

It isn't my role
to question his decision.

I'm here to look after
his spiritual wellbeing.

And I'm here to make patients
healthy,

not watch them while
they wait to die.

You know what, Cate?

I think you and I should
have a coffee after your shift.

I'm not the one with the problem.
Really?

Smitty seems to be dealing with it
fine. You seem to be struggling.

Damn right I'm struggling with it.

He seems to think
this is God's will or something.

You know for certain it's not?

Try asking him how
guilty he feels about the accident,

why he thinks the kids have more
of a right to live than him.

G'day, Keith. How are you?
Good, Frank.

That's good to hear.

I'll catch you later.

Since when does the nursing staff
argue the toss with pastoral care?

We don't. I shouldn't.
It's just...

I'm sorry.

Why don't you find a nice quiet
corner to sit in for a moment?

Take a break.
Reboot before you go back in there.

I don't need a break.

Whoa. Hey.

Cate, wait up!

Hey, hey. Wait up.
Wait up.

Vincent, please,
just leave me alone.

You don't get to walk away from me.
Come on.

I don't know what's wrong with me.
I don't, I really don't.

Do you ever feel like the past's
coming back to haunt you?

Yes, I have that feeling quite a bit.

I was having trouble with a patient.
That's all.

He's determined to die and...

A few years ago, I worked in this
emergency department with Nelson,

and a little girl died on my shift.

She was a mess. She had really bad
internal injuries.

Her parents wouldn't consent
to any treatment.

Not even a blood transfusion.

That's the thing
that really got to me.

She didn't have to die,
but there was nothing we could do.

So you ran away and joined the ambos?

Figured I could make a difference
if I was on the front line.

Cate, um...

..standing out here
isn't going to solve anything.

By the sound of it, your patient's
gonna die with or without you there,

and believe me,
I understand how hard that is,

but we can't control every situation
we come up against.

Come on.

I'll walk you back.

I thought your wife
was coming with you.

She's pregnant.
I didn't want her travelling.

Right.

This is Dr Quade.

Trevor Sleep, Shannon's father.

He's just flown in
from Bartlet River.

Hi. I understand
that's quite a trip.

It is. Where's Shannon?

We'll take you to see him
in a few minutes.

If you'd take a seat,

I have to explain a few things
first.

I just wanna know what's going on
and if he's going to be alright.

Okay.

Shannon may have sustained
a spinal cord injury.

He's paralysed?

We're keeping him immobilised
at the moment

and we've started him
on steroid therapy treatment

to help reduce swelling
around the spine,

but it'll take a few days

before we do get a true picture
of what the future holds for him.

Sorry, am I going too fast?

Hey, I'm a bushie, not an idiot.

Sorry.

If he doesn't regain sensation or
movement within the next 48 hours,

then there's little chance he'll
regain meaningful function at all.

If he's lost meaningful function,

can't you bloody operate
or something?

You can't repair
a spinal cord injury, Mr Sleep.

Oh, bloody hell!

Does he know?

No, but he's a smart kid.
He does know something is up.

If he hadn't taken up this...
singing bullshit,

he'd be alright now.

He wouldn't be on a bloody plane.
He'd be in a paddock or something.

Mr Sleep, I've heard your son sing.
He is... he's amazing.

That's going to do him a lot
of good right now, isn't it?

Listen, Mr Sleep.

Shannon needs all the help
he can get right now,

and he needs his father
to be strong for him.

Just give me a minute.

Okay, Curtis.
What's up Cate's bum today?

Nothing.

Try again.

I've got it under control.
No, you haven't.

She was arguing with a priest.

Call me old-fashioned,

but I would say that's inappropriate
behaviour for a nurse, wouldn't you?

(clears throat) I will talk to her.

Maybe send her home.

Isn't that what it says
in your touchy-feely rule book?

A day like today
can hit the best of us like a train,

so just, please,
let me handle it.

Just keep on eye on her.
I will.

Good.

(sighs)

Shannon. Look who's here.

Hey, mate.

What's happened to you, eh?

I'm real sorry, Dad.

Don't apologise, you big lump.

You got busted up.
Wasn't your fault.

Yeah. I made a mess of myself.

The main thing is
that you're still breathing

and you've still got
all your marbles.

How are you feelin', eh?

I think there's something wrong
with my legs.

Like what happened to Mal's brother.

Don't talk about that now.

The doctor explained
that you've got an injury.

We don't know how bad it is yet,

but... whatever happens,

everything will be okay, mate.

I won't be much use on the farm, eh?

You never were much use, mate,
you know,

always singing
and bloody daydreaming.

This lot around here
think you're Pavarotti.

Going to be asking
for your autograph soon.

Hey, you've got 'em all fooled, son.

Uh, we're getting Shannon ready
to go to the ward.

You can come with us.

Yeah. Good.

VINCENT: Jack.

Spinal unit?
Yeah.

How's the little girl, Sheila?

She's good. She was really lucky.

Nelson, can I have a quick word?

Excuse me, Cate.
Smitty's taken a turn for the worse.

Smitty, can you hear me?
Is there anything I can get for you?

(whispers) Was I right?

About what?

Was I right
to get the kids' hopes up?

I think you were.

I wish I could explain
to the parents.

They're good kids,
full of potential.

Their mums and dads
should know that.

Through this holy anointing,
may the Lord, in his love and mercy,

help you with the grace
of the Holy Spirit.

May he who frees you from sin
save you and raise you...

Hi. I'm Cate.

Trevor. Are you Shannon's nurse?

No, I'm from the emergency
department. I'm looking after Smitty.

So, how is he?

He's not doing too well, actually.
He suffered some really bad burns.

He feels terrible about the accident.
So he should.

I never wanted Shannon going
in the first place,

and I know Sheila's mum
felt the same way.

He wanted to give the kids
a new experience.

He's done that, hasn't he. Eh?

Now my son will experience
a wheelchair

for the rest of his life.

Look, Trevor,
Smitty loves those kids.

He hasn't stopped talking about them
from the minute he got here.

And... and...

..he's dying.

Could you come down and see him?

It would mean the world to him.

Dad...
Yes, son?

Smitty pulled me out of the plane
when it started to burn up.

Hey.

Shannon's dad's here to see you.

G'day, mate.

Shannon says to say hello.

I know you can't say much,
but I hope you can hear this.

Don't blame yourself
for what happened, mate.

Look, it's no secret I don't go in
for this singing stuff,

but you gave the kids
something to shoot for,

and you kept the school open.

We won't forget that, mate.

FAINT CHORAL MUSIC PLAYS

I'll let the doctor know.

Our Father, who art in Heaven,
hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done
on Earth as it is in Heaven.

Give us this day
our daily bread...

FAURE'S 'PIE JESU' PLAYS

Thank you for calling me back,
Mrs Coote.

Do you have someone there with you
at the moment?

Good, good.

I'm afraid I have bad news.

Adam suffered a serious head injury.

We did everything we possibly could,
but we weren't able to save him.

No, no, I'm sure he was in no pain.

Yes, of course.

When you get here, ask for me
and I'll take you to see him.

No matter how late.
I'll be here.