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I don't want to marry you again.

I don't want to be your wife anymore.

I've asked.

Tammy me to marry me.

And she said yes.

Maybe if we set a few boundaries,

you and I could go out for a dri

or a meal or something.

You better be dying.

I thought I could handle it. I don't think I can.

We need to stop the treatments immediately.

What so that's it?

I'm afraid that...that

That's it.

It won't be possible for the two of you

to conceive a child together.

Is that?

The wife beater.

I think it is.

Doctor Patrick Reed, the new anaesthetist.

Hello again.

[water sloshing]

[Nina] No. Swimming laps doesn't help.

Some things are so wrong no matter how you look at them.

Some things you just know.

He's the new anaesthetist.

He sometimes likes to use his wife as a punching bag.

He's here to work with you.

How could Clegg be such a bad judge of character?

♪ Oh why, oh why, oh why

♪ Won't you sing Bring your hips to me ♪

♪ Oh, bring your hips, oh, oh

♪ Bring your hips to me

♪ To me Oh, bring your hips to me ♪

♪ Oh, bring your hips

♪ Oh, oh Bring your hips to me ♪

♪ To me

♪ To me

♪ Oh why, oh why Oh why ♪

♪ Won't you sing

-[Tammy] You're being such a baby. -No, no.

And in case you missed the first two, no!

[Tammy] If you love me, you'll do it.

-[Jimmy] Hi, Nins. -Hi.

[Jimmy] Let's ask Nina, shall we?

-[Tammy] No, no, no. -Ask me what?

Should I get a manzilian?

Uh, I don't have an opinion on that.

Yes, that's because Nina's opinion doesn't count.

-Doesn't it? -Oh, no offense.

It's just you don't know anything about waxing. Look at your eyebrows.

What is wrong with her eyebrows?

[chuckles] No, I don't wanna know.

I am a man, I have hair.

Clippering is one thing, waxing is something else.

-[Tammy] What's the difference? -The wax.

If you knew a man who beat up his wife

and then you found out you had to work with him

what would you do?

-Ah, well, it depends. -Why does it depend?

Uh, we were in the kind of in the middle of a conversation.

-What does it depend on? -[Jimmy] Um...

Um, on how well I knew the guy and how sure I was.

Would you say something?

-I-- -Anyway.

I--I'd say that's not okay.

That's not okay?

That's not okay.

Do it. Do it.

-No. -Do it.

-No. No. -Do it.

[calm music]

Mick?

Mick.

[Rocket whines]

[beeping]

[phone ringing]

Nins, I'm freaking out. I went up to bed last night,

Mick said he was coming, he didn't, now I don't know where he is.

Have you--have you tried calling him?

No, he's left his phone here and Rocket.

Um, did you two fight or...

No.

Ah...

No, it wa--wasn't like that.

We were just-- We were both in shock.

And let's face it, the last couple of days

have been pretty shocking.

Oh, my God.

[breathes heavily]

What was today?

Oh, my God.

My parents are getting a divorce.

-Jimmy and Tammy are getting married. -Ugh.

And we're completely incapable of having a child.

Tennis, anyone?

[sighs]

Hey.

I can't think

of anything I wanna do more

than build a little person with you.

[Mick sniffs]

And I'm not gonna let you miss out on being someone's mom.

So it might have to be...

a little patchwork person.

What do you mean?

Well, I mean, maybe we should...

get a donor.

-If you want to. -Yeah?

And then what else was there to do

but, you know, check it out.

No.

No. No.

[Mick] Hm. No way.

I--I want the baby to look like you.

I want it to be cuddly and freckly and gingery.

-Oh, am I gingery? -Well, cuddly and freckly

and giving the impression of being ginger,

-without being truly ginger. -Yeah.

He look--he looks like you.

Or you if you were a cheeseburger?

He looks like he hunts pigs

-and has sex with his sister. -[giggling]

Is this okay? Are we really doing this?

Yeah, we're window shopping, we don't have to buy.

Oh, God.

[both laughing]

Oh, man, hand me the ugly rifle.

-Oh, that's great! -[both gag]

[Billie] And the whole thing got kind of weird.

So we started making bad jokes.

I don't--I don't think we should rule out stealing a baby.

You could make one out of seaweed.

[laughs]

No, I want one to--to come out of my la-la

like, you know, those horrific documentaries.

Baby won't be mine, then.

No, no, I guess it will be part Proudman,

part cheeseburger.

-[Billie laughs] -It's my fault.

Yeah, it's your fault.

Your body's fine, mine's the factory seconds.

[Billie] And damaged in transit.

You should take me back to the shop.

-[Billie] Mm, yeah. -Get your money back.

Yeah, this Mick Holland, is faulty

and I want a proper Holland man

with balls that work.

[Billie chuckles]

Oh, God, I'm tired.

[sighs]

Now, let's go to bed.

[Billie] And I said, you know, "This--this Mick Holland's faulty

I want a proper man with balls that work."

Oh, no, Billie.

I thought we were still kidding around.

And then I said I was going to bed

and I thought he was coming but he never came.

Well, perhaps he just needs a little bit more time.

It's his idea to start looking for spermers.

Well, it doesn't--doesn't mean he's ready.

Okay, all right, just ca-ca-calm down.

Yeah, okay. I gotta go, bye.

-Ugh. -[Nina] Okay, Nina. Come on.

Bite the bullet. Get to work

and have a serious talk to Martin Clegg

about why a violent man is not a good addition to our team.

Jimmy loves Tammy. Is that so terrible?

Can you think of a better reason for two people to get married?

Yeah, well, "Marry in haste, repent at leisure," as my mother used to say.

My mother used to say, "Eat slow, make it last."

What's that got to do with it?

Oh, you're not the only one with a mother who says things.

I just don't want Jimmy rushing head first

into making another reckless decision.

Hm.

Those are yours.

Hm. Yeah.

What's going on?

Darcy we are getting a divorce

like one-in-three married couples.

So?

[sighs] So...

you're moving out.

Hello.

Hi!

Look who's here.

-Hey. -Oh, hello.

-Hey. -Hey.

You got bags.

I'm coming home. [chuckles]

-Of course, you are. -[groans]

I should have called.

No, you don't have to call.

I should have known you and Geraldine...

Of course, you're coming back.

Oh, I should have let you know.

No, no, no, there's no need. I--I don't wanna disrupt you.

No, no, no, it's your room.

Sam and I completely took over when you were at Geraldine's.

Um, I got to go to work.

But tonight, we can rearrange whatever you want.

Cherie, um...

I really should've talked it over with you, I just assumed.

That's fine. I'll talk to you tonight.

Okay, say, "Bye."

Bye.

[Fraser] Hey.

These bags contain danishes.

One's apple, one's raspberry, and now, which?

I don't know.

Oh, I so want to kiss you right now.

I know, we're at work and--

What?

You bought me spontaneous pastry.

I'm guessing that's good.

-Have you spoken to Clegg yet? -What?

Doctor Wife-bashing asshole.

Have you spoken to Clegg about him yet?

No. I'm in the lift.

Yeah, well, I wanna be with you when you do.

Because it's a really delicate issue.

[elevator dings]

I'm not working with him.

-[Kim] Hi, Nina. -Hi.

What sort of animal bashes his wife

when she's not nine months pregnant.

[shushing]

Don't shush me.

-Have you got danishes? -Hm.

We're not gonna be these people.

We're gonna handle the situation like grown-ups.

-I want that one. -It's mine.

You're such a suck.

I'm gonna go and see Clegg

and I'm going to tell him my concerns about Patrick.

-When? -Now.

Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?

No, no, you three stay here. I'm going by myself.

Thanks for the coffee.

Hm, thanks for the danish.

[Nina] Stick to the facts, be clear, be professional.

[Nina] Martin, we have concerns about the new anaesthetist.

Hold your ground.

-It's Dr Proudman. -[Martin] Mm-hm.

I'd like to speak to Martin, privately.

I'll talk to you later.

[Martin] Right, you are.

Enter.

Ah.

[door clicks close]

Can we talk candidly?

Hm. So, I'm all ears.

I'm bringing this to your attention

because I'm concerned that it's gonna have a negative impact

-on the way your staff work together. -Mm-hm.

It's about Patrick Reid.

Yes?

And--and then I suppose I'm concerned--

-His wife? -Yes.

Uh, myself and Fraser and the rest of the staff

noticed some bruises that suggested--

But Patrick has not been violent towards his wife.

Perhaps you missed her when she was here recently.

-Patrick's wife? -She gave birth here.

Patrick's wife did not give birth here.

-Yes, her name is Kate. -Kate?

I see where you're going with this.

Her bruises strongly suggest she's been subjected

-to physical violence. -[Martin] Nina.

-[Martin] Now-- -that there is bound to be a very real issue

between Patrick Reid and the rest of the staff.

All right. Kate is not Patrick's wife.

-She's his sister. -What?

Patrick did not give her those bruises. I can assure you.

Oh. Oh.

Uh, well, I thought, I thought--

We all thought he was the husband.

Patrick is doing everything he can

to get Kate away from her husband.

So he's not a--a violent, disgusting--

Disgusting, yes.

Oh, Patrick can be quite disgusting.

You know, when I first knew him as young registrar

he was famed for his ability

to belch the entire alphabet in one breath.

[belching] ...w, x, y, z.

You will go far.

[laughs]

Yes, what a gift.

[phone ringing]

This is the groom, speaking.

Do you know where Mick is?

No, I haven't seen him.

He went out last night and he didn't come home.

Did you guys fight?

Why does everyone keep asking that?

Okay, okay, keep your hair on.

I'm just assessing the threat level.

Are you... sad and crying?

Or are you angry

with the burning intensity of a thousand suns?

Neither, I just want my--my scrappy man to come home to me.

What were the circumstances surrounding the disappearance?

Well, I went up to bed and he said he was coming then he never came.

Right.

Before he went out what music was he listening to?

-Well, how should I know? -Well, what's nearby, Billie?

"Classic Aussie Rock".

"Classic Aussie Rock". What are we talking?

Ah, it's compilation,

um, Cold Chisel, Midnight Oil.

-"Working Class Man"? -Uh, no, no.

Yes. Yes.

You're saying affirmative to "Working Class Man"?

Yes, Jimmy, why?

is one of the three indicators he's in the man cave.

My prediction is he's gone out for a man walk

and ended up somewhere having a man think.

-Yeah, but where? -You leave that to me.

[upbeat music]

-Yeah, but we have a duty. -We sure have.

There he is.

Is this a joke?

Okay.

I get it, new guy, first day on the job.

It's just a misunderstanding, I'll calm everyone down.

Look, I'd love to play along but I have work to do.

Sooner rather than later, perhaps.

-Get out of my way. -Oh, am I in your way?

-[Patrick] Move! -You're not standing within three feet of this desk.

Stop it. Fraser.

[Fraser grunts]

Thank you.

-[sighs] -Patrick, my office.

Come here!

What was that about?

I thought we agreed to handle this situation delicately.

That was your idea, not mine.

-He hasn't been hitting Kate. -Oh, come on, you saw Kate and--

She isn't his wife, she's his sister.

-Are you sure? -Yes, I'm sure.

Patrick and Clegg have been friends for years.

Now, thanks to that little display

we've dug ourselves a very deep hole.

And--and I expect all of you to pick up your shovel and start--

-Digging. -[Nina] What?

How do you get out of a hole?

-You climb out. -Yes.

We're gonna climb out of the hole.

Don't look at me, I didn't do anything.

Come on.

Sorry, I really am.

Huh, I know what you did comes from a good place but...

the way we work together is important.

-It couldn't be more important. -Yeah.

-Do you get it? -Yes.

Can I, uh, make it up to you?

[sighs]

And in the meantime, you and I can be good--

good doctors.

Roger that.

...I want my epidural, though, and no skimping.

It's the only reason I keep having babies.

Here are the doctors. Uh, Jolene, this is Nina and Fraser.

-Hi. -Oh!

You're a bit of a riot, isn't he?

Jolene's our frequent flier. It's baby number five, isn't it?

All born here at St. Francis. But between you and me,

I've used up with my A-list names.

This one will have to be, "Hey you".

[laughs]

BP is 125/70, just like clockwork.

-Fraser? -Yeah. Okay.

Jolene, would you like to just lay your back for me, and I'll examine you.

I'm all yours, gorgeous. Help yourself.

Okay.

[Darcy] Mick will be all right, love.

[Billie] I got carried away.

"I want a proper Holland man with balls that work."

What was I thinking?

I just--I just meant that I want the baby to be like him.

You know, I want a--a lovely, kind, dog-owning,

musical baby, who--who--who orders chicken parmigiana

but scrapes the cheese off even though the cheese

-is the whole point of the chicken parmigiana. -[phone rings]

Darcy Proudman, Real Estate.

-[Geraldine] Oh, hi, Billie. It's Mom. -Hey, Mom.

Darling, I'm issuing an all-points bulletin.

This is the last chance to get anything of yours out of the house

before I throw it all out.

What?

Uh, there's, uh, school books, and old toys

and roller skates, plastic leis...

Claim it now, or lose it forever.

[sighs]

Elective caesarean. Elective caesarean.

I'm gonna be in theatre all afternoon.

You're gonna be with Cherie.

Is it wrong that I find you so attractive

-when you're reading surgical lists? -No, that's all right.

-What are you doing? -Oh, I was about to kiss you.

Oh, really.

Know what would be even better?

[moans]

[clipboard clanks]

Oh. Uh, Nina.

Yeah?

Is that the surgical list?

Did I tell you about that tired obstetrician at work?

Uh! She fires off false accusations

but she's boffing her registrar.

[men laugh]

Yes?

[whispers] Do you mind?

Uh, I'm, um--

Ask actually--

Where'd you, um-- Yes, right.

[whispers] Oh, busted.

Put me down.

-Patrick. -Yeah?

-Patrick. -Mm-hm?

I just--I want-- I just want to apologize--

It's okay. You don't have to.

Look, I completely understand why you're assumed what you did.

-Uh, I'm so sorry. -Yeah, uh, me too.

Any concern for my sister, both of you, thank you, though.

Yeah, but why didn't you explain what your relationship was?

I didn't know I had to.

Are you blaming me for the misunderstanding?

No, no blame. No one's blaming you.

-Should I have worn a sign on my head? -[Nina] No,

No, just--You-- You could've told us.

Well, you could've asked.

Isn't it pretty standard

for the obstetrician to figure out who's who?

-Look, um, we don't have to-- -No.

-As long as were clear now. -Yes.

-[Nina] Except-- So sorry. -Uh-huh?

How could--how could you not have known that we would notice?

-Sorry? -[Fraser] Well, she knew.

She had the bruises. You must've known that we'd see them.

-So it's my fault again. -[Fraser] No, we're just trying to understand--

Hey, look. I thought you both knew we were brother and sister.

The head obstetrician is a friend of mine. He knows us.

I didn't think there's any need to explain.

You two obviously have a thing, that's fine.

It's none of my business.

But in the future...

it might be a good idea to know what's going on.

[Fraser] Did we just get spanked?

That felt a lot like a spanking.

-[Zara] Nina. -Hm?

Uh, admin are breathing down my neck.

-Can you explain this to me? -What?

Um, you've got two elective caesareans scheduled for this afternoon.

-Yeah. -And you've assessed them both as low-risk.

Yeah. No risk indicated, just a walk in the park.

Yeah, so why did you require an emergency resuscitation team?

-I don't. -They're getting angry downstairs

and they say that they need a resus team for a heart transplant

and that if you can't do a low-risk caesarean without a resus team,

then maybe you should consider a career as a butcher.

A butcher?

I'm just passing on what they said.

Always best to do that verbatim.

Uh, I don't need an emergency resus team.

Everyone who'll be in the room is trained in emergency resus.

Yeah, so why did you ask for them?

I didn't.

[Zara] Uh.

Excuse me.

Hi. Hi. I--I don't want to offend you.

But just so you know, it's my job

to assess whether or not we need a resus team.

What, you just deliberately undermined me?

No. But I can see what you're doing.

-What's that? -You feel bad about before

so you're trying to find reasons to be angry with me.

No, I'm--I'm just trying to understand

why you called for an emergency resus team.

Okay, you know what your problem is?

Oh, right now you're my problem.

-Problem's your thin skin. -Excuse me?

Yes. And you let your personal life interfere with your professional life.

I do not.

Nina? It's your sister.

Oh, just tell her I'll call her back.

No, she said your mom's going crazy, and she's trashing the house.

Oh fuck.

Mad woman, you're not throwing away my roller-skates.

Not Cluedo, not Guess Who?, not--not the Smurfs.

You can keep whatever you want, but not here.

Why the purge, Mom?

Oh, one thing led to another,

your father moved out...

-Uh, what? -That was quick.

Gushy annoying bimbo.

I just want to declutter.

Can you talk to him, Nins?

Jimmy? No. He's made his decision.

Oh, he can unmake it. You don't wanna see him marry Tammy, do you?

Oh, I--I admit she can be annoying.

No. Annoying's one thing.

Tammy's the sort of person

who falls in love easily,

and falls out of love easily, too.

But maybe we've been wrong about her.

Uh, no.

Maybe we've raced and judged her prematurely.

Look, I can't say anything to him

because, well, he'll marry her just to spite me.

But, um, he might listen to you.

How's Mick?

You heard from him?

Wish I'd never heard of sperm donors.

Wish there's some magical way to get Mick's genes

into a tadpole that can swim.

What about Mick's brother?

Mick has a brother?

He--Yes.

You know, darling. You know,

people tend to open up to me. [laughs]

[Nina] Mom's fail-safe technique for extracting information.

[comical music]

-Parents? -Mother living, father deceased.

-School? -Bowen High.

-Siblings? -One brother.

-Name? -Andrew. We're not in touch.

What are your intentions towards my daughter?

[dynamic music]

[phone ringing]

Jimmy.

I've acquired the target.

Where is he?

-Where is he? -It's a man secret.

[opera music playing in the background]

So, bouncy, huh?

Yup.

Billie's pretty worried.

I'll only go home till I get my head straight.

She wants a baby.

"From a proper Holland man with balls that work."

Tammy wants me to get a manzilian.

Is that what I think it is?

Yup. [sighs heavily]

[Mick] What do you reckon?

It's not what I'd choose if had my own way.

But you know.

[Mick exhales]

I haven't seen my brother since Dad died.

[groans]

Jimmy.

But in my mind...

the measure of a man is not hair or sperm.

No?

[Jimmy] No.

It's the knowing of things that other men do not know.

Courage. Adventure. Sacrifice.

So if I was a man, I would wax my jacksie.

And you would ask your brother for a teaspoon

of his finest splooch.

And then we would don kilts and imbibe the great lagers.

That is what we would do,

if we we're men.

[opera music continues]

That's it.

Yeah. Now, that is pretty conclusive.

Yeah, okay. Thanks, Jules.

I see.

Hi.

A friend of mine is interning in a private hospital

-where Patrick used to work. -Oh.

The situation with Patrick's

difficult enough as it is. Do we--Do we have to--

She reckons that their opiate supplies

-had a habit of disappearing. -Oh.

Morphine, Fentanyl, the recreational ones.

Okay, just stop.

She reckons Patrick's an addict.

Fraser, that's speculation and it's not helpful.

Okay. But I am keeping an eye on him.

-Are you guys having it off? -No.

Okay. Patrick's giving Jolene her epidural.

Now.

[groans]

[Jolene] Oh, I can't wait for the lovely drugs.

[Nina] That smile.

So he is friendly sometimes.

Just as soon as I find the spot.

Oh, you have the gentlest hands.

How are you feeling, Jolene?

[Jolene] Oh, have I died?

Seriously. These two gorgeous men, Cherie.

Okay, Jolene, I'm gonna give you a local first.

Now, it's gonna sting a bit.

But, it's gonna be the worst part of the whole thing.

Give me your hand.

[Jolene sighs]

[Patrick] Here we go.

Nina, can I have a word?

Oh, it shouldn't be here.

Oh, Cherie I've got to be in surgery all afternoon.

-Are you gonna be okay? -Yeah. I'll be fine.

Then what's the matter?

It's just, uh-- Ah, don't worry about it.

-What? -[whispers] Nina, can I say something

with all the respect and love in the world, and that you take it

-with the gentleness with which it's intended? -Mm-hm.

I really like Fraser. I really like him.

-Thanks. -It's just that I'm not sure about him.

[whispering] What does that mean?

[Cherie] In the doctor department.

Oh, Cherie what is wrong with everybody today?

No one wants to work together. They're all being judgmental and suspicious.

-It's--It's-- -Nina, I see a lot of doctors working

and I'm saying I've got my doubts.

Oh, well thank you for those doubts.

I hope you feel better getting him off your chest.

Now, as a favour to me could you please on working as a team.

[sighs]

I am.

[Darcy] Hello?

[Geraldine] What are you doing here?

[Darcy] Well, I heard you were having file sale.

There's so much stuff in this house.

So many things to get rid of.

Is--is this all about Jimmy? What's going on?

[sighs]

Oh, dear.

Oh, I suppose I better tell you the truth.

What?

Darcy.

Well you--you're clearing out the house.

You're getting rid of stu--

Oh, Geraldine, you're not.

-You're selling the house? -Uh-huh.

Why?

This is--this is-- This is our house. I mean...

we made a life here.

But that's why, Darcy.

This house, is you and me.

As long as I live here, I'm still your wife.

And it's just-- It's time.

Is--it's one thing to not be together anymore.

But it's quite another to just throw everything out.

I know it's a shock.

Could you just think it through a bit more?

No!

I've made up my mind.

[exasperated sigh]

That's what Jimmy said about Tammy.

[giggles]

[Geraldine] Well, maybe he takes after his mother after all.

[Geraldine chuckles]

[Darcy grunts]

Hm. So that's it.

[inhales deeply]

It's really over.

Yeah.

Well, I'll list it for you.

No.

I don't want the kids to know yet.

No. Probably just as well.

I don't think I could sell it anyway.

[Darcy sighs]

Oh.

[sighs]

If these walls could talk, eh?

[Geraldine] Yeah.

They'd probably laugh.

And they'd cry.

And they'd pass out.

[Nina] Right, work place culture.

Building bridges between colleagues.

We have to work together.

Now.

Please try and contain your excitement.

I'm just stating a fact.

I can think of a better one.

Fat chance.

Oh, you're one of those people who says something witty

and throws the other person off their game

so they just stand there, babbling on.

People who babble on are usually insecure.

No, in your first 24 hours,

you've undermined me, questioned my professionalism

called me insecure and rebuffed any attempt for me to be nice to you.

Is that what this is? Are you being nice?

I can't be effective unless you trust my judgement.

Then let me make this promise...

when your judgement gets better...

I'll trust it.

[faucet clicks]

[water running]

Oh. Damn it.

[Jimmy panting]

Wh--what's that for?

This is something she needs to see.

Okay. [laughs]

Now, I'll just get you to remove your dignity towel.

[Jimmy] Okay.

[Jimmy shivers]

You are a man.

Turns out I am.

[moans]

How does it feel?

Pleasantly warm.

No, no, no. Unpleasantly hot.

Okay, now, it's gonna hurt a lot less

if you hold the skin tight.

Wait, wait.

No, no, wait! [screams]

[screaming continues]

Shit, lady, I said stop!

[howling]

Oh! No, no, no. No, no, no! No!

[Andrew] Right, I'm on hold, wants the video of the whole case.

Ryan, how are you getting on?

Did you get past the name yet?

Drunk on beer hours later.

Yeah, it's hard to say.

It's easy to drink, though, right?

Individually hand-picked raisin and grapes.

-Rare and-- -Hi, can I help you?

I'm here to see him.

He's pretty busy right now, is he expecting you?

I'm Mick Holland.

Try that.

You look good.

[Mick] You too.

Better than the last time you saw me?

Yeah, well,

-the last time I saw you-- -You threatened me.

I didn't.

-I seem to recall-- -I didn't threaten you.

No? The axe in your hand--

-I was chopping wood. -Whatever.

[Mick exhales]

What are you doing here, Mick?

You need money?

God, I knew this was a bad idea.

-I'm asking. -Straightaway!

You just assume I need money.

Isn't it? Money.

Mick, you show up here out of the blue looking like someone who needs money.

Forget it, man. Just forget it.

And you walked out, just like that?

-Just like that. -But you went.

That's the thing, you went.

[Scottish accent] And ye have a shiny, bald mangina.

[Scottish accent] It's cashmere soft.

And every step I take,

pains with new meaning.

[chuckles]

Now let us down these beers

for we are men of the world!

[glasses clank]

[both screaming]

[Andrew] Oh, sorry. I thought Mick lived here?

He does. He's just not here right now.

Could you give this to him?

And, uh, tell him not to drink it for at least five years.

How come?

That's when it will be good.

[Billie] Sorry, who are you?

Andrew.

You're Mick's brother.

Yeah.

He came to see me, and...

he can be a little whoop-tooshie when he wants to be,

so, um... tell him that's to say sorry.

So he came to see you?

[Andrew] Yeah.

What?

Come in.

-No, no. I should-- -Oh, come on. Come in.

Okay.

[both chuckling]

-Can I tell you something? -Yeah.

You're nothing like the woman I would've thought Mick would be with.

-[Billie] Really? -Yeah, and you're...

focused, you're driven,

-you're gorgeous... -Oh.

Mick is doing his own way.

Is he?

[Billie] Yeah.

I hardly know him anymore.

[Billie] Can I--Can I ask you something,

just casually, you know, getting to know you.

[Andrew] Yeah.

Do you like chicken parmigiana?

Yeah. Yeah.

Oh, I scrape the cheese off, though.

Why do you ask?

No reason.

Because I love you...

I've made the ultimate sacrifice.

-[Tammy] Hurry up. -Silence.

[epic music]

Prepare yourself

for the awesomeness of...

[epic music continues]

the great manzini.

Oh--Tha--

What've you done? [Jimmy chuckles]

Isn't that clear?

I--I--I told you to wax your chest.

You've gone and done with your business.

You said a manzilian, I got a manzilian.

No, no, a manzilian is your chest.

It's--it's a Brazilian for--for men. It's definitely downstairs.

Yo--you look like a little boy.

It's cashmere soft.

Failed!

Come on. Come on, over here.

Come on.

[epic music]

[Tammy] Come with me.

[Nina] No major mishaps, no offensive comments.

That went smoothly enough.

Yup.

Except your nose makes funny whistling noise when you breathe.

[Nina] There it is.

Wow. When this is over,

we can make lists of each other's faults

-and see who wins. -All right.

-Do you want a hand with that? -No.

[groans in pain]

[Fraser] Big push. Big push.

-[screams] -That's it, that's it.

-Beautiful baby girl. -Oh, my gosh.

Oh, she's beautiful. Hello...

Oh, she's gorgeous. Hello.

-Yeah, yes. -Nearly leaked, really well.

[exhaling nervously]

[Jolene] She's a bit cute.

-Oh. -[Kim] Good girl.

So beautiful. Hey, little angel.

I'm just going to take her,

-so she doesn't get cold. -She's bleeding.

-How much? -A thousand mills, I'd say.

[Fraser breathing heavily]

It's okay, Jolene, just relax.

-Why what's going on? -Should I give Ergometrine?

-Ye--Yeah... -Doctor?

She's bleeding here.

[Kim] Jolene, are you in any pain?

Fraser, you need to find out where the bleeding's coming from.

-Get Nina. -[Jolene] What's wrong?

[Kim] All right, let's sort this out.

Look, something I wanna clear up. It's about the resus team--

[Cherie over PA] Urgently paging Doctor Proudman to the birthing suite.

[Kim] Doctor Proudman will be here in a second,

-there's nothing to worry about. -[Jolene breathes heavily]

-[Patrick] Jolene. -[Jolene] Is my baby okay?

[Cherie] She's fine, Jolene,

You just got a bit of bleeding,

we're just gonna sort that out for you.

Okay, Jolene, there's nothing to worry about.

Fraser, we need to do an internal immediately.

Um...

What's going on?

What's going on?

[Patrick] Nina's gonna take excellent care of you. Okay?

And while she's doing that,

maybe we run some names for that beautiful girl in there.

Grab my hand.

-[Jolene] What? -[Kim] Let me see.

Pop this on, take a few deep breaths.

[Patrick] Breathe away.

That's right.

[pensive music]

Is Jolene all right?

[Nina] Yeah, yeah, she's fine. She's resting.

-Where's Fraser? -Nina, he's gone.

-Where? -I don't know.

Talk about a doctor self-destructing.

-Okay. I'm gonna--I'm gonna go. -[Cherie] Yeah, go.

I'm sorry I snapped at you.

[Cherie] Go.

[phone beeps]

Hi, this is Fraser. Leave a message.

Fraser, it's Nina. Um, where are you?

Just give me a call.

Nina.

Hey, look.

About the resus team.

Okay.

It's my first day.

You know, I called them because I wanted to be safe.

They weren't for you. They were for me.

Okay.

Okay.

I've got to go.

[Andrew] Oh.

Do you have a beard?

-Nope. -[Billie] No beard.

-[Andrew] Do you have a beard? -No. Pressure's on.

[Andrew] Um...

Do you... wear glasses?

[Andrew] Uh, no.

-I'm gonna go in. -Oh.

-Bit premature? -[Billie] Ah, no.

-Are you... Paul? -No, I'm not Paul.

-How can you not be Paul? -Because I'm Eric.

Oh.

Wow, what is going on?

Hey. Yeah, what is going on? Where've you been?

-You didn't call or anything. -I'm sorry.

-I'm going out of my mind. -Hey, I'm sorry.

Hey, Mick.

And you went to see Andrew.

Hey, you said you wanted a Holland man with...

balls that work and...

I was kidding.

And you know I was kidding.

And if you lived to be a thousand years old,

you will never know how much I love you.

Ow.

Don't do it again.

[phone beeps] Hi, this is Fraser. Leave a message.

Hi, it's me again.

[chuckles] I just a--

Your family hates me, hey.

Tammy, what are you-- what are you doing in here?

I can tell.

Oh, gosh, I am-- Tammy, I'm--

Scared I'm gonna steal your little brother away.

No, no one--no one hates you.

When Jimmy announced our engagement...

no one even said, "Congratulations."

Well, you--you did get engaged very fast.

I--I've been trying to fit in, you know.

But... your family's a tough act to follow.

Big personalities,

big opinions.

[sighs]

You might be right about that.

I'm the best thing that's ever happened to your brother.

But he's the best thing that's ever happened to me too.

So if you don't like me...

you don't like me and him.

That's all there is to it.

[sighs]

Like me or not...

I'm here to stay.

[exhales]

[phone ringing]

Hi, it's me again.

Uh, I--I don't-- [sighs]

I just, uh, I wanna hear your voice.

Um...

Anyhow, I'm--I'm...

You're not answering my calls and--and that's fine.

I'll just speak to your message bank for a minute.

I just wanted to let you know that--

that everything's-- everything's fine at work.

I'm sure you're feeling really rough about today.

But...

the mother and the baby pulled through,

so...

[melancholy music]

I--I don't know, do--do you...

Do you--

[theme music]