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Car 978 to base.

We're on site, requesting
urgent backup and the rescue team.

Mate, can you open your eyes for me?

How is he?
Not good.

Ill just check on the driver
and I'll be back.

Hey, mate, that's petrol.
Bloody idiot.

Can you stand back, please? Cheers.

Hi. It's OK. Just relax.

My name's Cate. What's yours?
My baby!

My baby, it's stopped moving.
I can't feel it.

That's alright.
How many weeks are you?

38. You've gotta get me outta here.
We will. Now what's your name?

Kirra.
Kirra. OK.

I need you to take
some slow deep breaths for me.

(Breathes deeply)
That's it.

Right, can you move your legs?
They're stuck under the pedals.

You in any pain?
No.

Um, but I think I've wet myself.

Oh, don't worry about that.

Alright, I'm gonna get
some help for you, Kirra,

but in the meantime
it's really important for the baby

that you slow
your breathing down, OK?

There, now. Excellent.

I'll be back in a sec, alright?
OK.

Timing. Size that tube.

How's the driver?

Very pregnant and very trapped

and unless her bladder's
three times the normal size,

I'd say her waters have just broken.

Contractions?
No, thank God.

SIRENS APPROACH
Sounds like backup's nearly here.

I'll get them to load and go
this guy, then I'll give you a hand.

Great.
Hey, Mac?

Welcome back to
the ambulance service.

(Laughs)

Hey.
Why can't I feel her moving anymore?

Try not to worry.

You know, there's
lots of padding down there.

They come with their own
in-built airbags.

(Laughs and groans)
What's happening?

Oh! Pain.

Alright, I'm just gonna
press your tummy.

Out of 10, I want you to tell me
how bad is the pain?

Um...I dunno. Seven.

Oh! Eight! Eight!

Oh, God! What's happening?!

You're having contractions, Kirra.

Oh, but I can't be.
You gotta get me out.

It's alright. We'll get you out.
Rescue's on their way.

Nice deep breaths.

I believe we have incoming.

I paged Vincent.
Your luck's in. You got me instead.

What have we got?
Cyclist versus car.

Hit at approximately 50km per hour.

How long's he been down?
Two minutes max.

Do we have a name?
Was unconscious when we got there.

Compound fracture
to the right humerus

and deformed left femur,
probably fractured.

He's in BF.
Tubed at scene. Chest sounds clear.

The C spine immobiliser was a
large-bore cannula with Hartmann's.

Got any IV access?
We couldn't get anything else in.

Certainly made a mess of him.
Driver's not much better.

Charge to 200.

38 weeks pregnant, wrapped her car
round a pole trying not to hit him.

Clear.

LONG BEEPING
Still in BF.

Adrenaline, 1mg, IV.
No pulse.

Charging to 360. Let's keep
pushing those fluids through him.

Let's get another bag hung, right?
Yep.

Adrenaline going in.
Clear.

LONG BEEPING

Signs tachy.
OK.

Let's start trying to
fix up the rest of him.

Pupils are blown. I'll call Neuro.

Let's get bloods taken.
Yep.

Get me four units of blood, head CT
and a full set of trauma X-rays.

And, yes, abdo's tension drumming.

He's bleeding into his belly.

Have you got those packs?
It's coming.

Alright, I will get a fast organised
and a theatre on standby.

Oh, Zoe, while you're on the phone

would you mind
paging Dr Hughes for me?

I've lost three babies, Cate.

I thought if I got this far
everything would be alright.

And we're doing our very best
to make sure it is.

(Groans)
We're ready.

Thanks, mate. Time to go.
OK.

No, don't!
It's alright. It's alright.

It's just for a few minutes.
I'll be right over there.

Kirra! Are you OK?

You need to stay back
behind the barrier.

Like hell! That's my wife!

At least until Rescue
finish getting her out.

Don't wanna slow that down, do you?
No.

Good on you. Now, what's your name?

Dean. How is she?

She's OK but she's gone into labour.
Oh, no!

It's alright.
She's doing really well.

And the baby?
We're doing everything we can.

Oops. Easy does it.

There's plenty of clean towels

and I've put a bench thingy
on the bath there for you.

Thanks.

Dr Campion, are you
just gonna stand there?

Yeah.

Well, you're still
pretty crap on those crutches.

I don't want you going A over apex
and cracking your head open.

I'm OK.

You sure?
Yes.

Homer? Homer, you right?

Yeah, I'm fine, Dr Campion.

You sure?

Yeah, I'm sure.

Are you sure you're sure?

Yes.

(Murmurs) Alright.

Get the neuro boys to check him out
before we start cutting.

God knows what's happening for him
neurologically.

I know what I'm doing, Mike.
I'm not disputing that.

Just get the neuro consult anyway.

Right, ladies and gentlemen,
rock and roll.

It started as a blister.
Came up a couple of days ago.

DAN: Could it be a bite?
No idea.

I'm always getting scratches
and bites of some kind.

Occupational hazard.

Oh, yeah? What do you do?
Marine biologist.

That's cool!

I used to have
a pile of 'Aquaman' comics.

I wanted to be a marine biologist
when I was a kid.

What stopped you?
Could be anything down there, mate.

That's the whole point.

I guess you spend half your life
in the water.

When I'm doing fieldwork, but I've
been lecturing about a year now.

Yeah, right?

Easy, guys. Watch her legs.

On three. One, two, three.

You're doing really well, Kirra.
Just keep panting.

Yeah, babe, hang in there.
That's it.

You'll be at the hospital soon.
I can't do this anymore!

Yeah, you can.
(Screams)

What's going on?!
Quick breaths for me now.

What's wrong?

I'm just gonna see
how the baby's doing, OK, Kirra?

Keep up that breathing.
You're doing great.

Yeah, remember our classes, babe.
Pant. Pant, sweetheart.

What's the verdict?
Fully dilated and crowning.

I'll call and let them know.

978 to base.

Can't you tell them on the way?
We've gotta go.

DISPATCH: 978, copy.
The baby could be hurt.

We've got the casualty out of the
car but she's in advanced labour.

We'll have to deliver bub
prior to transport.

Nah, mate, you can't do that.
Dean, I need you to calm down.

We don't have an option.

You don't understand. She's been
booked in for a caesarean.

Her last baby was a stillborn
and the doctor said

a natural delivery this time
would be way too risky.

When you're out in the field, do you
go down in one of those mini subs

or is it just, like, skindiving?

It's usually skindiving
but I have been to... (Groans)

Shit!
Sorry.

Is it really that tender?
Yeah. Yeah, it really is.

OK, we'll get you
something for the pain.

Yeah, paracetamol. A gram.
How are his obs?

BP's good. Pulse is 65.
Temp's up a little bit.

Mm-hm.
I don't feel like I got a fever.

Maybe not, but this ulcer
is definitely infected.

You're already developing
some mild cellulitis

and we need to stop that spreading.

What's caused it?

That's what we're here to find out.

Well, if it's not a bite, there
may be something embedded in there.

I don't know what.

Bloods and a wound swab?
Mmm. Start him on antibiotics.

Organise a surgical consult.

There's a good chance
this will need debriding.

OK. Onto it.

Oo-ee!
Sorry, mate.

No worries.

Oi, you left pretty early
this morning.

Is everything... It's OK?

Yeah, of course it is.
Why wouldn't it be?

I dunno.

Um, I need a surgical consult
in Subacute 5.

Ah, the guy's got a pretty nasty
ulcer. It might need debriding.

Yeah. Yeah, I'll be there
in a second.

(Kirra whimpers)

I've told you,
she's got to have a caesarean.

What you described sounds like
a case of placenta praevia.

Yeah, that's what it's called.

But the baby's head crowning

means that must've
resolved itself spontaneously.

It happens in a lot of cases.

But our doctor wouldn't have
booked her for a caesarean

without a bloody good reason.

Well, he was probably just being
smart and covering all his bases.

Because he knew what he was doing!

I want Kirra in the back
of this ambulance now!

I know you're upset...
If I have to, I'll get these cops...

Dean, I need you to listen to me.
Are you with me?

Now, what we're doing
is giving Kirra and your baby

the best possible chance we can.

But you stressing like this
is not helping.

So why don't you stay out here

where you can hear what's going on
but not get in our way?

(Moans)

I went to every prenatal class.

We were always
so gonna do this together.

CATE: That's the way.
(Kirra groans)

You've gotta promise me
this baby's gonna be OK!

I can promise you we're gonna
do our very best, Kirra.

Now, you just try not to worry, OK?
No, you don't understand!

This is our last chance!

The doctor said... (Moans)

It's alright.
Just breathe through it.

Do you need to push again?
No!

The doctor said that there might be

some genetic glitch
between Dean and me and... (Moans)

It's OK. Don't think about that now.
Just concentrate on your breathing.

Come on.
(Breathes loudly)

..and that we
couldn't get pregnant again.

I ended up sleeping with someone
else and that's how I got pregnant!

Mate, now's not the time
to deal with this.

(Kirra screams)

Push! Push!

(Wails)

Dean! Come back!

Come on! Keep going.
(Moans)

It's all good. Come on.
(Groans)

(Kirra screams)
CATE: OK, push! Good girl! Good!

(Groans)
OK, the head's out now.

I want some short, quick breaths
while I check the umbilical cord.

You're nearly there.
OK, that's good.

Alright, a couple more small pushes.
(Groans)

That's the way! Keep going!

Oh, you've done it!
(Pants and groans)

How excellent is that?

Is it a girl?!

(Baby cries)
It's a perfect baby girl.

She's gonna be a heartbreaker!
Oh!

Oh!
(Baby wails)

Oh, it's OK!

Hello, gorgeous George.

Hello, gorgeous George!

It's Georgia!

We decided on it straightaway
after the 12-week mark.

Congratulations.
Could you see if Dean's still here?

He's not here, Kirra.
He might've gone to the hospital.

KNOCK AT DOOR
I'll get it.

Ah, hello. Come in.

Here to see Tweedledum
and Tweedledummer.

Are they playing nice?

They are. They are.
Frank's in the shower.

Well, that's a visual
I could live without.

No offence.
None taken.

I gotta tell you, Von,
having Bart here

seems to have done Frank
the world of good.

He actually slept last night.
Good.

Yeah. It was in his chair,
mind you, but it's progress.

Hmm.

And if we're lucky he might start
letting Bart out of his sight.

(Groans) Well, look at you.

Oh, hi, Von.
How's the pain?

Oh, it's OK. I think my staples
are ready to come out.

Well, let's have a look.

I'll leave you to it.

This is much harder
than I expected, Von.

I think maybe I should just
go back to hospital for a while.

It's your first day.
Will you give yourself a break?

Besides, you got up this morning.
You've had a shower.

That's a big achievement.
No, I didn't. I couldn't.

I just turned on the tap
and wet my hair

so Dr Campion
wouldn't worry about me.

Alright, well,
let's do this examination.

Then I'll see if I can rustle up
some of that imported coffee

that only you rich doctors
can afford.

Anything in there?
Not that I can see.

You didn't burn it at all?

That would explain the cellulitis.

I already told you, I don't remember
doing anything to it.

The blister literally
came up out of nowhere.

Mm-hm. Any history of diabetes?

Nah.

It's just it looks like an ulcer

but they're not usually
accompanied by a fever.

Feels like the inside of my leg
is on fire.

Pain relief hasn't helped at all?
No, not really. No.

Let's give him morphine. 5mg.
OK. Should I set up to debride it?

I'd like to wait for
the results from the swabs first.

Sure.

Wash it with saline,
cover it with a basic dressing.

What about antibiotic cream?
Just stick with the saline.

Don't wanna introduce
anything into the mix

till we know
what we're dealing with.

Certainly.
Thank you.

Marcus, it's really important

that you stay off this leg, OK,
and we keep it elevated.

Yeah. Don't worry, I'm not going
anywhere until this is fixed.

Great.

Hey, what's going on?

Huh?
You and Dan.

Dunno what you're talking about.

VON: You just can't see it, can you?

What I see is
a member of my own staff

criticising me in my own kitchen.

He's afraid of letting you down.

Oh, rubbish.
Really?

Well, how would you say
he's progressing?

In leaps and bounds. He managed
to shower himself this morning.

And you were in the bathroom
the whole time with him, were you?

EVE: He stuck to
hovering in the hallway.

Well, you did.

He's so afraid of your reaction

that he can't be honest
about what he needs.

You're putting too much
pressure on him, Frank.

What do you want me to do?
Leave him here with Eve?

I don't mind.

And the physio's going to
be here this afternoon.

He's not gonna be alone.

Fine. I'll go to work then.

Bloody women.

Kirra Johnson, 31. Car versus pole.

Onset of preterm labour at 38 weeks

due to compression trauma
of the abdomen.

Successful delivery at scene.
Mm-hm. Well done.

Congratulations. I'm Dr Gallagher.
Thank you.

It was a normal vaginal delivery.

Nil presence of meconium.

Spontaneous respiratory effort.

Chest was clear,
colour's pink, tone's good,

and Apgar's 9 and 9.

Placenta?
Delivered intact six minutes later.

OK, that will need checking.
It's here.

Oh, great.
Here we are.

Mum's got minor injuries
to the lower limbs.

She was entangled in the car pedals,

but I don't think there's
any obvious fractures.

Is my husband here?
Obs satisfactory.

Um, no. But as soon as he is,
we'll bring him straight in, OK?

Hubby might not show.
Why?

Well, apparently
he's not the real father

and she told him so
in the throes of labour.

Oh, God.
OK, thanks for the heads-up.

I'll keep an eye on her.
No worries.

Howdy, stranger.
What are you doing here?

I bloody well work here.

Always a pleasure, Frank.

Look, can we get
a couple of things straight?

This is your recovery.
It's not Frank's.

And if you wanna rant,
rave, scream or whatever,

I want you to do that.

Understood?

Yep, up you get.

On three.

One, two, three.
(Grunts)

Oh, I'm up.

I'm up.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Here are next week's rosters.

So, do you want an update
on where the E.D. stands?

I would rather have a vasectomy.

Well, I can organise that for you.
But we've got it all covered.

Yes, a bit too well covered,
if you want my opinion.

Well, I can put it all back
on your desk, tear up the reports...

Nup?
That won't be necessary, thank you.

Didn't think so.
Hey, listen, Zoe...

Um...if I was to organise
a permanent 2IC position here,

would you be interested?

What?!
You can do the job.

You've proved that
over the last couple of weeks.

And then I would be free
to take long-service leave.

Or go on a holiday.
Or a honeymoon, even?

Yes, or a honeymoon, even.

And I would know that the E.D.

was properly taken care of
in my absence.

And how likely would that be?

You taking leave, I mean.

Not very likely at all,
but then, um...things happen.

So are you interested or not?

Yeah. Yeah, I am.

Good. I'll see what I can dredge up.
Hmm!

What are you waiting around for?!
I'm not on holiday yet.

Yah!

You reckon
the husband's gonna show up?

Don't think he's really likely to.
She tore the guy's heart out.

You saw his face when he heard
he wasn't that little kid's dad.

(Scoffs)

And you could cut the air
with a knife. Who's that?

Just someone
I haven't seen for a while.

Cate?

Hello.

Um, you got a second?

Long time no see.
Yeah, it is.

You obviously haven't forgotten how
to be a surgeon while you were away.

That's just as well.

What about you?
What's with the career change?

Long story.
I'd rather hear yours first.

(Laughs ironically)

I feel like
I've had this conversation

about a million times
over the last six months.

Not with me, you haven't.

No. Not with you.

I'm surprised your ears
haven't been burning, though.

I have called you everything
under the sun, believe me.

I didn't put the needle
in your hand, Mike.

No, you didn't.

But if you hadn't
gone running to Frank,

I'd still happily have it there.

So, what?
You're expecting an apology?

Hey, I detoxed morphine.
I didn't have a lobotomy.

Pleased to hear it.

I'd like to say that
you made me see the light

but what you actually did was
make my life complete bloody hell.

If all you've got to say to me
is how much you hate me

then this conversation's over.

Alright, time to measure and weigh
her and then you can have her back.

Does the little one have a name?
Georgia.

Oh, that's beautiful.

One of the times Dean and I
thought we were pregnant

we were on holiday in the US.

Just look straight ahead for me,
will you?

Could you ring him again for me?
I will do that in two minutes.

Tell me if this hurts here, Kirra.
They just feel bruised.

X-rays?
Full trauma series.

Mm-hm.

Hmm. She has abdominal bruising.

Good thing you were wearing
your seatbelt nice and low.

Hey, you alright?
No.

I had to go and open my big mouth
and now I've lost my husband.

Let's just concentrate on
you and bub for the moment, OK?

BELLS RING
Kirra?

BP's dropping.

Oh, she's haemorrhaging.
Get the baby out of here.

She doesn't need to be here.
Turn that oxygen up to 4.

I want a large-bore cannula
and a full blood work-up.

Mm-hm.
And hang some oxytocin.

20 units and 1 litre of Hartmann's.
Yep.

Uterus is boggy and enlarged.

Er, she has haematomas
in the perineum.

BP's still dropping.

Push those fluids through.
Yep.

She'll need a transfusion.
Yeah. Can you check the placenta?

Cate did. She said it was intact.
Check it anyway!

Come on. Make it quick.

So, are you married?

Nah. I travel way too much for that.

Oh, yeah, with work?
Yeah.

That's a pretty cool job,
marine biology.

You get to, like,
swim with sharks and stuff?

No, nothing that exciting.

It's all tropical islands
and beach babes, really.

Yeah... What?!
(Chuckles)

No, no. No, most places I go to
are pretty remote.

My last trip was to Africa.

Ah. What does a marine biologist
do in Africa?

Everybody asks that question.

It's not all desert over there,
you know.

No, you wanna swim with sharks,
that's the place to do it.

Really?
Yeah. Oh, well, further south.

I was up north, near Sudan,
developing sustainability programs.

Trying to educate the locals.

(Groans)

When you're trying to
feed your family,

protecting native fish stocks

is pretty low on
your list of priorities.

The pain coming back?
Yeah.

Yeah, just when
you start cleaning it.

OK, I'll see if I can
up your pain relief.

(Moans)
Mm.

What's wrong?

Weeping or something.

I might...I might get the surgeon
to take another look at that.

So I'll just be a second
and I can...

BP's improving.

There are no more blood clots
and blood loss has slowed.

Good. Let's get that transfusion
going and get her transferred.

Mm-hm.
(Moans)

Back with us?
Georgia!

Hey, she's upstairs. She's fine.

Is she alright?

Yeah, she will be.

What happened?
Post-partum bled.

What? I checked the placenta.
It was complete.

I know. I double-checked.
Just as bloody well.

Why did she haemorrhage, then?
Hmm?

Frank?

Her uterus didn't
contract quickly enough.

So there was absolutely nothing
you could've done to avoid it.

Can you give me a minute?
Sure.

Frank, what is Mike doing back here?

Mike? Um, he's completed
a rehabilitation program.

And the Board has deemed

that he is fit to resume
butchering people again.

That's what he's doing back here.
Nice.

Yes, I think all druggies

should be thrown down
a bottomless pit, don't you?

Hey, you wanna tell me
what the problem is?

Don't have one.

You will if you keep that up.

What?
We're partners, Cate.

We have to be
straight with each other.

If you don't wanna say something to
me, just tell me to pull my head in

but don't tell me there's not
a problem when there obviously is.

I've obviously gotten out of
the habit of working one-on-one.

You might have to give me a bit
of time to play catch-up, alright?

Oh, and, er...just so you know,

that's kind of
the only speech I've got

so it's good to get it
over and done with.

(Laughs) Come on.

So, you wanna tell me about
this mystery surgeon?

Pull your head in.

I've no idea what's going on.

It's got this really weird
white fluid coming out of it

and I've never seen
anything like it.

It's getting worse.
See? Look. It's not pus.

It's too white. It's too runny.

(Groans)
Well, there's no odour.

(Groans) Man! What are you doing?!

Sorry, Marcus. Look, we really have
to find out what's going on here.

More morphine?
Yeah.

2.5 increments
till the pain's under control.

OK. I'll chase up
those swabs as well.

Dan, we don't have time.

We need to debride this
before the infection spreads.

What does that involve?

It's a procedure
under a local anaesthetic

to remove the infected
parts of the ulcer.

No, you can't cut my leg.
It hurts enough already.

No, we'll give you
something else for that, OK?

We need to remove this infected
tissue, send it off for testing,

and that way we'll
know how to treat it, OK?

I'm not gonna be one of those people
that come in with a scratch

and walk out with
half my leg missing, am I?

Oh, God.

Marcus, we don't know
what's going on yet.

If there's a foreign body in there,

the infection's not gonna clear
until it's removed, OK?

OK, I'll get set up.

I need a sample of this discharge
sent off to Pathology too.

(Breathes heavily)

Oh, God.

Oh, bloody hell.

What?!
What?

I'm just trying to
cut some fat out of this budget,

not that it's any of your business.

It is my business
when you run around

like a chook with its head cut off
and leave me to do the damn thing.

And there is plenty of fat
to trim or cut or whatever

when you know where to look for it.

Pig's arse. Where?

Since when have you been
so interested in trimming fat?

Since I offered Gallagher
the job of 2IC of this joint

in the hope that it would
make life easier for all of us.

There's fat chance of doing that.

Well, if it means me spending more
time with her than I do with you,

consider it done.

And, Frank, next time you wanna
manipulate me into doing something,

try to be a little bit more
creative about it, won't you?

Any tonk could've
seen through that.

I mean, I would be a moron
not to take the position, Gabrielle,

but I'm just not sure
how everyone else will feel about it.

Well, Nursing would be delighted.

And I can't see Sean objecting.

He hates paperwork
more than Frank does.

Yeah, I was kinda thinking
more about Charlotte.

I'm assuming she'll be
back here at some point.

You can count on it.

Well, she wasn't exactly thrilled
about me being here before she left.

Imagine how she'll react to the news
I'll be her superior.

Good point.
Yeah. Hey, hey!

I was looking for some advice.

Hire a food taster.

Oh!
Oh-dee!

I'm sorry. That was my fault.
Um, how's the cyclist?

He's not gonna win
the Tour de France any time soon

but the surgery went well.

Good.

Von contact you about Bart?

Ah, no. Well, she's left a message.

Why? What's going on?
His staples are ready to come out.

I could do it myself,

but I suppose that you would
like to see them for yourself.

Alright, well,
I'll drop in there tomorrow.

No, don't bother, Vincent.

I've already made an appointment
for Bart to come and see you.

Last time I looked,
I was patient liaison nurse, Frank.

Then why the bloody hell
aren't you still liaising with him?

Because my work there is done.

OK. See you tomorrow.
That'll be fine.

See, this is what happens
when a nurse gets her own office.

ZOE: Ricky,
Kirra Johnson's obstetric notes.

Great. Just gonna call Maternity
to see if there's a bed available.

Listen, how is Bart?

Oh, you know, like most
post-operative patients -

feeling helpless and isolated.

Be good to see him smile again.

Can you feel that, Marcus?

No.
Good.

Scalpel forceps.

(Exhales deeply)

DAN: Won't take long.

Oh!

Jeez, what is this stuff?

Did you see that? Did you see that?

That.

Something moved in there.

It's a maggot. I hate maggots.
What is it?

What's going on?
Um, it's...

That's a worm.
What?

Don't move, Marcus.
Oh, Christ. Get it out!

Dan, hold this. I'll get Mike.

You hold it. I'll get him.

I-I can't handle having
that thing inside me!

Just get it out of me now!

Don't look at it.
We need you to stay still.

Just get it out of me now!

Oh, Vincent.

Wonder if you could
solve a little mystery for me.

If I can.

It's about our injured cyclist.

Both the patient's chart
and the theatre charts

tell me that the neuro consult
occurred after you started operating,

not before as I requested.

Was that your watch
that was wrong or Oscar Wu's? What?

No. Neither. We were right to go
before Oscar got there.

And in my opinion it wasn't in
the interest of my patient to wait.

I'm sure if you'd been there
you would've agreed.

But I wasn't there.
And I like my orders carried out.

OK?

Well, perhaps you can
solve a mystery for me too.

Is it just coincidence
that since you've been back,

Jack just doesn't seem to be
enjoying life around here anymore?

Jack's business, not yours.

Mike, you got a minute?
Jack needs you.

Mystery solved.

This guy has a worm
coming out of his leg.

Jack was debriding it
and...and its head came out.

What do his blood tests say?
Who cares about blood tests?

The guy's got a worm
coming out of his leg!

What does it look like?
Like a worm!

Come on, Daniel. I mean colour,
thickness, length? Give me details.

Well, it's sort of a gooey white,
like a two-minute noodle,

and I've got
a really horrible feeling

that we've only found
the start of it.

This guy ever been to Africa?

Just leave it.
I don't care.

Marcus, just stop it. You're going
to hurt yourself, for God's sake.

Hey, steady on.
This isn't the way to do it.

If it gets out of me...

Calm down, shall we?

Go ripping away at it
like a maniac,

you'll end up with half of it left
inside you - we don't want that.

OK, everybody,
let's just take a deep breath.

Now...

Where is the little bugger?

Well, that's a good question.

You didn't let it go?
I had no choice. He was moving.

Oh, great!
What if he's ripped its head off?

No, I didn't rip its head off.

Otherwise its head would still be
in this forceps, wouldn't it?

I'd say we're looking at
the home of a guinea worm.

How'd it get in there?

Its larvae live in the water
in parts of Africa.

But you haven't been to Africa
in over a year?

They take that long to mature.

So, you're telling me that
that thing's been in me this long?

(Sighs) Oh, God.

Alright, Marcus.

Listen, I'm just going to
put this on you, alright?

Take it easy.

OK, so how do we
get this guinea worm out?

Ah. That's the fun part.

I'll need to clear this up
so I can see what I'm doing

and then I'll need
some normal saline

and a plastic tube.

Let's hope we haven't
scared the little lady off.

Lady?

Yeah, that white discharge
contains the larvae.

When you see that,
we know she's ready to breed.

Ew, with what?

Is there a boy worm in there too?
Hey! Catch him.

Come on, Marcus.

Here she comes.

Yeah, you like that water,
don't you?

Oh, God!

Keep him still.
Come on, mate.

And hello, baby!
(Groans)

How do you know how to do this?

They search for water when they're
about to release their larvae.

(Sighs)

You know, I was so careful.
I only drank the bottled stuff.

They're persistent things.

Just swimming or washing
in contaminated water

is enough to do it.

Great.
I spend half my life in the water.

You right there, Dan?

Where's that tube?

OK. Tie the worm around it.

And then you can start winding.
Careful.

Put you off noodles for a while,
wouldn't it?

How long's that going to take, Mike?

Two to three months -
worst-case scenario.

Oh, bullshit!
Easy, Marcus.

We need to coax it out
one day at a time.

Oh, for two to three months?!
Can't you cut it out with surgery?

Yeah, good question.
These things grow to a metre long.

We'd have to tear his leg apart
to get it.

Surgery would do more damage
than the worm.

Not so sure about that.

And when you've wound it,

tape it to the side of his leg
and cover it with a dressing.

He'll need to be admitted to a ward
for pain management and antibiotics.

Alright. I'll get that organised.

Then I'll show you
how to wind it yourself.

No, no, no, no, no way.
I'm not touching that.

Hey, this might not be
a lot of fun

but complaining about it
won't change it, will it?

There's a worm here.

Figure out how to deal with it.

In a couple of months,
it's just going to be a bad memory.

Oh, come on, Hughes.

Your teething problems
with your new boss

are hardly my concern.

I'm not asking you to be concerned.
I just want your opinion on him.

What does Jack say on the matter?

Jack doesn't have much to say
right now.

Yeah, so I noticed.

I think Mike's just a lot more
hands-on than I'm used to.

You know, most of the consultants
I work with

have to be pried out of their
plush offices with a crowbar.

Has Vlasek got his own office?
Yeah, he's got his name on the door.

I doubt he's ever set foot in it.

How come every second bastard in the
joint has got an office except me?

This is good. Just turn it
all around to be about you.

Come on. He's still settling in.
PAGER BEEPS

You're as new to him
as he is to you.

I gotta go.
Hughes, I know what you mean.

But he's a bloody good surgeon.
Don't tell him I said that.

She is so beautiful.

She's just what I imagined
every time I fell pregnant.

I had this beautiful little baby's
face in my head

and I lost her every time.

How'd you keep going?

After the first miscarriage,
I thought, "It's OK.

"It happens to a lot of people."

It does.

But then it kept happening.

We were devastated.

I couldn't even look at baby clothes
without crying.

Dean couldn't handle it.

We started arguing

and he spent more and more time
with his mates.

And...well, you're sure
that Georgia isn't his?

There's no way.

We weren't even speaking then.

So, you had an affair
just to fall pregnant?

It wasn't an affair.

There was this guy that kept
turning up from head office.

He'd always ask me out.
I'd always say no.

And then one time,
I said yes.

I guess I ended up using him.

Your husband never realised?

I didn't tell him I was pregnant
until the 12-week mark.

He was so excited.

And then everything
was perfect between us again.

Now I've gone and blown it all.

Oh. It's OK.

Knock, knock.
Hi.

I don't suppose you're here
because you've heard from Dean?

No. Sorry.

OK, well, I've got to get back.

It's OK.

'Bye, little Georgia.

Hello.

Hi.
How are you feeling?

Like an idiot.

I can't believe I said it.

Don't give yourself
such a hard time.

You were
right in the middle of labour.

And you're not
the first person to do it, Kirra.

You wouldn't believe
the things I've heard

from mums-to-be in the ambulance.

(Chuckles)

Except they probably weren't
ending their marriage in the process.

Hey.
Yep.

Look, I left early this morning

because I didn't know
what to say to you.

And I still don't.

Mate,
you don't have to say anything.

Just don't go weird on me

and make me sorry
for telling you in the first place.

No. No, no, no.
Look, I'm glad you did.

Really.

So, do we talk about it or...?

If you want to.
Cool. Cool.

Um, did you report the abuse?

(Laughs) No.
Why not?

I had no-one to report it to.

My dad would have
made me feel like it was my fault

and...well, that's if
he gave a shit in the first place.

Well, you don't know that.
Well, you don't know my dad.

Mate, look, I just...
I dealt with it.

I got on with my life

and if the guy hadn't shown up
in the operating theatre,

I probably wouldn't have
thought about it again.

So, are we cool?
We're cool, mate.

No worries.

MARCUS:
I can't stop thinking about it.

Now I have to look at
its ugly bloody head for months.

Better to face its ugly bloody head
than not know it was there

and not deal with it.

Yeah, well, right now I could handle
a bit of blissful ignorance.

In a year's time,
when the ulcers keep popping up

and you're in this much pain
over and over again...

Do you want to live like that?

I don't know. Maybe.

You're a marine biologist.

This thing reacts to water.
How will that work?

Can't we just kill it or nuke it
with some drugs or something?

We wouldn't have taped a live worm
to the outside of your leg

if there were any other option,
believe me.

I'll get you a bed on a ward
and some follow-up care.

And some sedation would be good.

I promise you,
I will have nightmares.

Short-term pain for long-term gain
is the best you can hope for now.

Easy for you to say.

(Sighs)

You'd be surprised.

Do you often
visit a patient afterwards?

Only when I'm looking for someone
to shout the first round.

(Scoffs)

No, I'm serious. Do you?

Well, if it feels good.

Like today.
It was pretty awesome, wasn't it?

Yeah.

Helping someone into this world...
(Sighs) ..there's nothing like it.

LIFT STOPS MOVING, DOORS OPEN

Oh, hi.

G'day, mate.
We just came down from seeing them.

How are they?
They're both fine.

Er, are you going...going up?

She's asking after you.

And you've come this far - you may
as well go up and talk to her.

I just needed to know they were OK.

Thanks for what you did.

Do you reckon
they'll ever get their act together?

It depends.
On what?

Whether he's prepared
to listen to her.

Well, I don't think
the odds are pretty high there.

He's a guy.

Hey, I know plenty of women
with selective hearing.

Especially when they've already
made up their minds about something.

Hey, do you mind
shouting yourself the first round?

I, um, promise I'll be there
for the second.

Sure.
Alright.

Mike.

Why don't we try this again?

Er, yeah, why don't we?

I think you were up to the part
about how much you hate me.

Wait a minute.
Cate, I don't hate you.

Then what were you trying to say?

That, er, now that I'm straight,

I can see that my perspective
wasn't always perfect.

When did this revelation hit?

I'm not sure about the exact time.

I think it was somewhere between
the excruciating pain,

the convulsions and the vomiting.

I'm sorry
that you had to go through that.

Don't be.

At least now I know I'm still as
brilliant a bloody surgeon straight

as I was when I was using.

(Laughs)

Well, it's just as well you've got
a brilliant bloody ambo

bringing you patients
that are still breathing.

Hmm.

Yeah, just as well.
(Chuckles)

Oh, come on. What's this crap?

(Laughs) Tastes just as good
as full cream.

In whose universe?

I'm on a low-fat diet, Dr Campion.
You know - after the surgery.

Fine! Low-fat it be.
KNOCK AT DOOR

Are you expecting anyone?
Nope.

You?
Not me.

KNOCKING CONTINUES
Alright, alright.

I'm coming already.

ALL: Hey!
Bloody hell.

I said it wasn't a good idea.

Relax, Frank.
We brought our own supplies.

What the hell are you lot doing here?
We came to see Bart.

G'day!

This is a gorgeous house.

Surprise!
Hey!

OTHERS: Hey!

Bart!

Homer, did you invite
this mob of repribugs?

No, I didn't.
I did.

We missed you.
Hmm.

So we thought we'd come visit.
We've got no-one to hang crap on.

Oh, I'm still useful for something!
Don't listen to him.

We missed you.
LOUD MUSIC PLAYS

What the bloody hell's that?
A little bit of music.

ERICA: We brought you a few things
to keep you occupied.

Can I talk to you?

Thanks, guys.
Jack's favourite game.

He loves spending time
in the operating theatre.

And then when you're done with that,
a little...light reading.

And...

Then you can have a squiz of that!

Only for the articles, right?
That's all you read them for?

No, I buy it for the chicks.
Right.

Drinks, anyone?
Alright!

Ah!
(Laughs)

Whoa!

To a fresh start.

Aren't you having any?
No.

Then why did you open
a full bottle of shampoo?

(Laughs) I just saw you smiling
in there

and I thought
it was worth a celebration.

Oh, very funny.

And because
this is a special occasion.

Why, because our house has been
invaded by people I didn't invite

who have probably
got their grubby feet

all over my furniture
as we speak?

No.

Because I'm pregnant.