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Alright.
We are the dream team, man!

We are the one and only, dude!

Show us the money!

That's enough, that's enough.

It's going to be awesome, guys.

Just think about the buzz,
the babes!

Over this line, and we are gonna
be in the history books.

Forget about the history books -
I'm in it for the babes!

Hey, man.

This ain't going to be
as easy as what it looks.

Are you sure about this, Conrad?

Come on. Come on!

Come on! The moment of truth
has arrived, ladies.

$250,000. Think about it!
Winners are grinners.

Hey, Homer. Good news.

Eve's up the duff.
We're going to have a baby!

Oh, that's fantastic, Dr Campion.
Yeah, isn't it?

Congratulations to both of you.

Tighter. Tighter! A little bit more.

Come on! We wanna break the record,
don't we?

EVE: I thought we agreed
we weren't going to tell anyone.

Oh, come on.
Homer's part of the furniture.

Well, no-one will hear it from me,
I promise.

You know, maybe we should try this
with something else before we do it.

Oh, come on, guys. This is live!
This is real! Do the intro.

No, I'm serious, man.

I don't think
we should be doing this.

Get in the damn thing!

Conrad, listen...

Do you want
the whole country to know

what a pair of chicken-shits
you two really are?

For Christ's sake, will you put
these on? I don't wanna be late.

Me neither. First day of rehab.

There'll be no rehab for you today.

Vincent's just taking out your
staples and you'll be straight home.

The sooner I start the better.

You can't rush rehab.
One step at a time.

Now do the intro. Do it!

The Go For It Crew said
the record couldn't be broken.

(Girly voice) "The Go For It Crew
said the record..." Louder!

The Go For It Crew said
the record couldn't be broken...

But we say the record is ours!

(Both cheer)

I'm ready.

Set...

Wish me luck.

Go for it!

THUD!

SIREN WAILS

Quick. Quick, guys. Over here.

Over here!

Quick, over here!

What the hell's this?

Mate, what happened?

They built
a horizontal bungee catapult.

A what?

You know, like bungee jumping,

except you don't fall downwards,
you get thrown forwards.

They were supposed to hit the net,
but they hit the pole instead.

Is he alright or what?

Is he a mate of yours?

Yeah, Keith. His name's Keith.

I'm sorry,
there's nothing we can do for him.

978 to base.
WOMAN ON RADIO: Go ahead, 978.

Yeah, we're down here on site
at Foxton Docks.

Can you send police in attendance?
We've got a fatality.

WOMAN ON RADIO: Copy that, 978.

That's Spud. Matt Deacon.
How's he doing?

Well, he's breathing,
a little irregular and very fast,

but he's breathing.

There's a large bruise and there's
swelling in the centre of his chest.

Crepitus - instability
of the sternum on palpation.

There's an obvious deformity
of his left arm as well.

That's not the half of it.

One of his legs is fractured
and I think his pelvis also.

His sats are at 60%.

We need to tube him. ET tube start.

What are you doing?
He's not getting enough oxygen.

If we don't get a tube
into his airway, he'll die.

Why would anyone do something
as stupid

as use themselves
as a human cannonball?

I told them it was a dumb-arse idea.
They wouldn't listen to me.

Well, look who's here.
Good to see you up and about, mate.

CRASH!

Relax. Just a drunk in 3.

DRUNK MAN: Sorry. Sorry.

Yeah. My drunk in 3.
I'd better go give Sean a hand.

Nice to see nothing's changed
since I've been away.

G'day, Bart. You're looking good!

Once I get these staples out
and starting rehab,

I'll be back before you know it.

That's the attitude.

Don't let him rush it.
He won't listen to me.

I'm sure Dr West
won't push himself too hard.

Right. You're parking yourself
there. I'll page Vincent.

Tell him to hurry up.
I want to get started.

He's a bit keen, isn't he?

Yeah, isn't he?

(Burps)

Oh.

Taken a hell of a knock there,
Roly. How did it happen?

Front doorstep jumped up
and thumped me, just like that.

Not a word of warning.

Were you on your way in
or your way out?

That's a good question.
Had a few quiet ones last night.

Bit of a celebration.
Yeah?

Buggered if I can remember
what we were celebrating now.

Janie could tell you.
She's a good girl, my Janie.

She's put up with a lot from me
over the years.

I bet she has.

What's she been saying to you?
Nothing.

Has the bitch been whingeing
about me?

I've never even met her.
Never met her.

Haven't you? You'd like her.
Would I?

You would, mate.
Yeah, she's...she's a good woman.

Roly, I'm just going
to look in your eyes.

Hey, hey.

Hey. Can you tell me if you
lost consciousness when you fell?

Best thing I ever did
was marry Janie.

She's proud as punch
about me getting this promotion.

Bugger me, I'm starting
a training course today.

No, no, no.

Hey, hey. Roly.
You haven't answered my question.

Did you lose consciousness
when you fell?

I haven't got time for this, mate.
I'm starting today.

I can't be late, not today.
No, no, no, no.

We're making sure you don't
have a head injury.

No! Oh, jeez.

Alright, Roly.

BP's dropping, 60/40.

There's no breath sounds
on the left-hand side.

His trachea is shifting to the left.

Tension pneumo. Can you get the bag?
Yep.

What's happening now?

His lung has collapsed. There's air
getting in, but none's getting out.

We need to release the pressure.
We'll put this needle into his chest.

Locating second intercostal space.

SOFT HISSING SOUND
That's what I wanted to hear.

SIRENS WAIL

I'll keep this needle in place.
You ride the trolley.

How's he breathing?

Respiratory status is good.

Let's get him out of here.

He's not out of the woods yet.

I'll radio base and let them know
we've got a decompression...

Where are you taking him?
All Saints Western General.

See you there.

The cops will want
to talk to you first.

Yeah, sure. I've got no idea
why my mates did it, though.

Doesn't matter. They're still
gonna want to talk to you.

Still don't know what
I'm going to tell them.

Idiot.

Cate. He's not the first guy to pull
a stupid stunt that backfired.

Oh.

Oh, Bart, I'm sorry.

I wish I could say this is hurting
me more than it's hurting you.

So I'm going to get the all-clear
to start rehab?

Maybe by the end of the week,
but we'll see.

But everything's healing, isn't it?
Von said so.

Hey, I'm just the homecare.
That's your doctor.

Yeah, everything's healing fine.

The sooner I'm well, the better
it's going to be for everyone.

Exactly who is 'everyone'?

Look, I can put a bandage
over the waterproof dressing,

I can start hydrotherapy.

I really need this, Dr Hughes.

OK. You heard
what the doctor ordered, Von.

Thank you.

Zuzu, you have done a sterling job

keeping up with the paperwork
in my absence.

Gabrielle did most of it.

Zoe did all the hard stuff.

Well, if you both love it so much,
please, be my guest. Keep doing it.

You know, if I thought it would
make you happy, I probably would.

Yes, or are you smiling because
Bart's back on his feet?

Uh-huh.

How is he really?
PHONE RINGS

He is firing on all cylinders,
raring to go.

Is he really ready for rehab?
He seems to think he is.

Vincent, have you talked Bart
out of starting rehab today?

No. Why?

You bloody idiot!
Why the bloody hell not?

Because when a patient's ready,
they're ready.

He may think he's ready,
but trust me, he's not.

Frank, I spend half my working hours

trying to convince post-op patients
to get out of bed.

Usually they're too scared.
They think it's going to hurt.

And I've had that boy in my house
for a week, and I tell you,

he has no clue
what his limitations are.

It's not up to us to impose any.

Of course it's bloody well up to...
GABRIELLE: Incoming trauma.

I've got this, Vincent.

KANE: This is Matthew Deacon, 24,

high-velocity chest trauma
from a direct impact with a pole

after a failed
horizontal bungee attempt.

A what?
Human catapult.

Bloody brilliant.

Closed sternal fracture.

Probable fracture to the left arm.
Probable pelvic fracture.

BP's 90/60. Pulse is 140.
Sats are at 95%.

Any part of him not broken?

Intubated for deteriorating
respiratory effort,

developed tension pneumo...

On three. One, two, three.

..on site.

Watch that leg.

DAN: I'll get a set of obs.

He's had 2 litres
of Hartmann's infused.

I want a full blood work-up
with coags.

Uh-huh.

Cross-match for two units.

Dan, set up for a central line
and a chest tube.

Mm-hm.

He's old enough to know better.
That's a crazy thing to do.

When the archer misses
the centre of the target,

he turns around and seeks the cause
of his failure within himself.

Been studying Zen, have we?

Confucius, pal.

Decreased breath sounds. Crepitus.

Yeah, those were present on site.

How fast was he going
when he hit the pole?

No idea. But they pull a rope
via a four-wheel drive,

then they cut it free.

He was travelling alright.
Bloody idiots.

That's what I said.

Good luck, guys.

Unstable sternum.
Likely multiple rib fractures.

BP's dropping.

Distended neck veins.
Current tension pneumo?

Or an aortic tear. Get onto Theatre,
tell them he's on his way up.

Hang on. No, hold that thought.
Just give me a second.

We haven't got a second.
Get the ambos back here.

Vlasek...

Hang on.

CATE: I'll go.

Was his liver enlarged
when you got to him?

No.
You checked?

Yeah.
Yeah, of course you did.

Well, it's enlarged now. Can I have
a bit of quiet in here, please?

Come on, we've got to get him
up to Theatre.

Frank, shush.

There it is - pericardial rub, more
consistent with cardiac tamponade.

We'll have to crack his chest,
and quickly,

because this man hasn't got
a second to lose.

He OK?
Don't know.

There's no hurry.

Barf Boy.

How you goin', Barfy?

Conrad.

You're looking sharp as ever.
New trackies.

Come on, Bart.

Is this your girlfriend?

Have you got business here

or are you just looking
to be thrown out on your arse?

Yeah, yeah, I've got business here.

So, how about you?

You were always going
to be a high-flyer,

weren't you, scholarship boy?

Always liked your maths
and your science?

What are you up to now?

Don't tell me, don't tell me.

Chartered accountant.

This way, Dr West.

Ooh.

Well, good to see you, Dr Barf Boy.

A mate of yours died this morning,
if you haven't forgotten.

And there's another one in there
seriously injured

and here you are
scoring points off a sick man.

Come on.
I feel so sorry for you.

Your mate's dead -
you do realise that, don't you?

Yeah?

He's a prick.

Yeah, but you had no right
to go him.

Someone had to say something.
What if he'd smacked you one?

Then I'd have him charged.

Wouldn't change the fact you'd be
sitting on your righteous arse now.

Do you really think this morning he
was begging his mates not to do it?

It doesn't matter, Cate.

Our job isn't judging patients, we
just patch them up as best we can...

He wasn't our patient.
..and get them to medical help.

He wasn't our patient.

No, but he was the one
that made the call.

So?

So if he'd known you'd go him like
that, he wouldn't bother calling.

We'd probably have two dead guys
on our hands now instead of one.

I wonder what he told the cops.
For God's sake.

What?

If he had anything at all
to do with this...

..or helped them set it up, then
he'll be up for negligence charges.

Which the cops will do
if they find him responsible.

What are you doing now?

Phoning a friend of mine.

Yeah, hi. Is Constable Saunders
working today?

You paged me?
Sure did.

Scrub up fast.

Now, where are you?

Cardiac tamponade?

Yep.

Ah...

..there you are.

Gotcha.

Blood pressure rising.
Good.

So Daniel, you had much Theatre
experience?

Yeah.

If you ever get sick of mucking
around down here with Frankie,

then let me know.

My team could always use
a good scrub nurse.

Well...um...

Yeah, I've been there, done that,
but thanks.

Will you stop trying to poach
my crew and get this man to Theatre?

Hmm.

Sounds like you've already
got this organised.

I've got my finger in the tear,
Vincent.

What I'm going to ask you to do
is move in here

and take over from me, alright?

Why?

Yeah, good question.
He's stable. Why take the risk?

You could try a purse string.

No, the tear is too close
to the LAD.

Vincent.

Bloody cowboy.

Frank, what do you do that sucks
all the ambition out of your people?

I introduce them to you.

Oh, I don't think that would be it.

I mean, I respect your team.
I think they do a bloody good job.

And since our departments
work so closely together,

I think that's what it's all about,
don't you?

Mutual respect for each other's
capabilities, eh?

Oh, get your hand off it.

That's what I'm just about to do.

OK, Vincent. There you go.

And... (Sighs)

Voila.

All yours, Vincenza.
I'll drop the mask. Gab?

That's...amazing.
I've never seen that done before.

The swap, I mean.
Well done, everybody.

A little bit of trust
goes a long way, eh, Frank?

OK, let's get this guy to Theatre.

Oops.

Was that really an old school mate
of yours?

We went to the same school
but we weren't mates.

It was a posh school.

I didn't fit in when I first
arrived. He made sure I never did.

We...can put this off to another day
if you like.

No, it's OK. I want to get started.

Well, easy, easy, then.

OK. Don't forget the dressing.

I'll let Ruby know you're here.

(Boy groans)

RICKY: It's alright, Nat. It's OK.
Take some deep breaths.

I'm trying.
ZOE: How did this happen?

His bike fell on his leg.

Take some deep breaths.
Can you climb across for us, Nat?

That's it. Nice and slowly.

There you go.
(Nat groans)

So what bike have you got?

A KLR 250.

Ah, a Kwaka man.
My brother had a Yamaha.

I want to upgrade to a 650, but
not until after the championships.

You ride comp?

(Groans)
Sorry, Nat.

He's been riding since
he was tall enough

to get on his dad's trail bike.

Haven't you, mate?
(Groans)

I'll just wrap this around your arm.

OK, so he came off the bike
and then the bike fell on him?

No, he was cleaning it and it
tipped off its stand onto his leg.

Please tell me it's not broken.
I need to keep training.

How heavy is the bike?

Uh, a KLR is pretty heavy.

No, I've stripped it right back.
It's light as now.

Then it's highly unlikely
that the bone is broken.

It's probably just a sprain injury,
OK?

No way.

I've seen Nat
with a thousand sprains before

and he's never been
in this much pain.

Well, an X-ray will tell us
either way.

In the meantime,
let's get that pain under control.

Thank you.

It's alright.
We'll get you fixed up, Nat.

Actually, I was a bit surprised
to get the phone call.

I didn't think
he'd be starting this quick.

He insisted.

Well, he's definitely enthusiastic.

No, it's not enthusiasm.
Something else is going on.

Please, don't let him push himself
too hard today.

No, I won't.

You know he's been talking a lot
about getting back to work.

Maybe that's it.
Yep, maybe.

Hey, Bartholomew.

Oh, you're not worried about
a couple of scars, are you?

Come on. Let's do this.

Hey, Bart, slow down.

Whoa!

OK. Oi! Give me your arm.

I'm alright!
Give me your arm!

Come on.

Alright. Good.

OK. Take it easy. I got you.

OK.

Hey, here's me mate!
Where did you get to?

Sorry, Roly, I got caught up
in resus. How we going here?

Yeah. Good. Can you organise
a head CT and tell them it's urgent?

You do think that it's a head
injury? Not just the alcohol?

I don't know. Easy.
Mate!

Easy. I haven't finished yet, Roly.
Oh, training course won't wait.

Mate, call in sick or something.
I can't call in sick or something.

I'm gonna be a ticket inspector.
First promotion in 20 years.

I'm with the railway
and I'm not gonna lose it

'cause I didn't turn up for
the bloody induction course.

Listen, Roly, you're not gonna...
Come here. Come here.

What? What? What?
Mate, come here.

Any time you wanna catch a train,
you just let me know.

Hmm? I'll get you on for free.

A week ago I couldn't have done that.

But now, no worries.
Thank you.

But you can't rock up to this
induction half-tanked now, can you?

That'd make a great
first impression.

I'm sober now.

Listen, mate, listen, mate,

you don't wanna be breathing on
your boss for a good week or two.

(Exhales loudly) Is it that bad?
Trust me.

Calling in sick might be
the way to go on this one.

Yeah, might be an idea.

Buy me some time to sober up, eh?

Yeah.
Mm-hm.

Buy us some time to see if
you've cracked your skull, mate.

OK, one head CT coming up.

Hey, don't call me a CT.

What are you doing, Conrad?

I was just looking for you.
I wanted to say sorry about before.

You know, inside.

I dunno what I was thinking.

I-I'm so worried about Spud that I
guess it made me a little bit crazy.

How is he?
He's up in the operating theatre.

They said he'd be a while.

DISPATCH: 978, are you clear?
978 clear.

Spoke to a mate of mine earlier
who's a cop.

He said you told the police there
were no witnesses to the accident.

No. No, a couple of people turned up
after I called for help,

but no-one else.

Copy that, base.

Cate, we've gotta go.

So you've got no proof at all about
what actually happened out there?

Cate!

What, you think I tied my mates up
to a bungee cord

against their own will
and hurled them at a pole?

Where's your handicam, Conrad?

Did you give it to the police?

Nothing on it.
Hmm.

Why did you have it, then?
Cate?! Now!

How's that?
Yeah. Sweet.

Thanks.

You let me know if
that pain starts up again, OK?

How long does
a broken leg take to fix?

We don't know if it's broken yet.
But if it is, how long?

What he really wants to know is

how long till he can
get back on the bike.

(Laughs) Well, six weeks if
it's fractured. Less if it's not.

Crap!
Nat!

The national championships
are only six months away.

I came fourth last year.

But this year I'm coming first.

Well, good for you.
Don't get overconfident, mate.

Do you think Valentino Rossi's mum
told him that?

Hey, Rossi is amazing.
Oh, don't start him. He won't stop.

He is the best of the best and
I'm gonna be just like him one day.

Well, don't you forget me when
you're earning $40 million a year.

Oh, I won't.

Tell him to shut up
if he starts to bore you.

I'm gonna chase up your X-ray.

Don't know why they didn't
send 'em down with you.

That's why they didn't
send them down straightaway.

Organise a CT and an MRI
to confirm diagnosis.

He's only 14.

So, is it broken?

There is a fracture, yeah.

Oh, that sucks!

I'm sorry, Nat.

Let's get that temporary
back-slab started.

It won't be that bad.
Just a couple of weeks, OK?

Leone, can I
speak to you for a moment?

Don't I get to hear too?

Please?

Be right back.

Maybe I can keep up the track work.

You know, just the small stuff.

We'd like to run some more tests -
an MRI and a CT.

What for?

The X-rays showed more extensive
damage to the bone in the leg

than I would've expected
from this sort of injury

and we just wanna check why.

OK.

What exactly is going on here?

We think Nat may have a tumour
in the bone in his leg.

A tumour?

You mean like cancer?

That's what we're hoping
the extra tests will tell us.

Sean, CT scans you wanted
have come back.

Thanks. About time.

Roly Quinlin. Where's Roly Quinlin?

Er, he was wandering last I saw him
but no, he... I put him back to bed.

When did you last do his obs?
About 15 minutes ago.

We need to find him.
He's got a cerebral bleed.

Mwah!
Mmm.

(Laughs) What are you doing out here?

I'm waiting for you.

You've cut it a bit fine,
haven't you?

Well, specialists always run late.

Well, that's so you know
how important they are.

Oh, is that why you always run late?
(Laughs)

Can we have a bit of a chat?

Yeah, we'll have a talk
after your appointment.

No. Now.

I'm nervous as hell
about all this, Frank.

Oh, come on, we may not be
the youngest parents in the world

but look at you!

You're fit and well.
Yeah, it's not just the baby.

It's you.
Well, what are you talking about?

I sleep in the same bed, remember?

Well, I sleep
and you spend most of the night

pacing around the house
like a caged animal.

Yes, but that's because
I'm worried about Bart

and now Hughes
has started him in rehab,

God only knows how
he's coping with that.

No, this has gone beyond worry
and you know it.

You saw someone you care about
get shot right in front of you.

Don't tell me it didn't affect you.

And now it's affecting
everyone around you.

Oh...

If we're gonna have this baby,
I need you to be well.

Please, you've gotta get some help.

Call the ED.

I dunno. He dropped like a stone
in front of me. What's his story?

Intraventricular bleeding.
He could herniate at any moment.

Alright, guys, come on. Neuro boys
are scrubbed up and waiting for us.

Tell them I wanna be kept informed.
Sure.

What the bloody hell went on there?

Head CT only just came back.
He said he was fine.

Since when do we let patients
do their own diagnoses?

Hang on a second...
No! I will not "hang on".

He should've been watched.
He was watched.

Well, obviously not closely enough.

I am sick to death of punters
calling the shots around here!

And I am even more fed up
with so-called professionals

looking for excuses
every time the shit hits the fan!

He isn't the one who shot Bart.

(Sighs)

How long's he been standing here for?

Tell me, Cate,

are you this judgmental
about every accident you attend?

What?!

No, tell me. I wanna know.

What about someone
who runs a red light

and wraps themselves around a pole?

Are you gonna lecture them too?

Or some P-plater who piles
too many people into the car?

This is different, Heath.
No, it's not.

Conrad and his mates
made a dumb decision, that's all.

Yeah, and tell me,
if you and your mates

pulled some dumb prank and one of
them was killed, how would you feel?

What's your point?

He's been lurking around here
all day.

Just because he was
an arsehole to Bart

doesn't make him
responsible for the accident...

No, but he's shown no remorse,
no grief. Nothing.

You don't know him.

You have no idea if this is
just his coping mechanism or what.

No, I don't.

But I know someone who does.

(Pants)

Oh.

Er, Ruby, do you think
that's enough for today?

No. I'm OK.
I need to check your dressings.

So let's take a break.
Dressings are fine, Von.

Von's right. You're exhausted.

And you're starting to
look like a prune.

Look, it's gonna get easier
the more I stretch the leg.

I hate to break it to you, tiger,

but the active stretches are gonna
hurt even more than these ones.

I can do it. Come on.

No. I'm sorry, that's it.

Please, Ruby?
Doctor!

Look, I'm talking to
my physiotherapist, OK?!

You're gonna end up doing yourself
some real damage

and then we're gonna end up
back at square one, OK?

I'm sorry, but this session's over.
Come on.

I'm getting you out of here.

(Groans)

VON: Want to tell me
what this is all about?

I just want it to be over.

Yes, and it will be.

But you have to be patient.
One step at a time.

I'm sick of being patient.

Wanna be able
to walk on my own again,

and know I could still be a doctor.

Well, why wouldn't you be able to?

Dr Campion's not gonna be happy
having me back in the ED

when I can't even
stand on my own two feet.

Oh! Frank would be happy to
have you around in ANY circumstances,

even if he had to piggyback you
around the ED, and you know it.

So...what is really going on?

Bart?

I just...I gotta move out
of Dr Campion's house.

Why?

They're expecting a baby.
They don't want me hanging around.

Could we just get outta here,
please?

Yeah.

You're not going anywhere
until you're fully checked out.

What happened to Bart?

Ah, he had a small accident.
That's all.

Just a minor head lac
and scraped knuckles.

I'll be the judge of that.
No, you won't.

I need to talk to you.

I got this, Frank.

Oh, come on. Make it quick.
I've got things to do.

I believe, er,
congratulations are in order.

Oh, no. Don't blame him.

But it is the reason
he's pushing himself so hard today.

What?! Talk sense, woman.

Well, he would like to
lessen your burden.

What bloody burden?

Well, Bart feels,
probably quite rightly,

that you and Eve, you know,
you need your own space right now.

Oh, for God's sake.

I just thought he could
use some good news for a change.

And it is good news, Frank.
Amazing.

But, you see, Bart is
suffering physical injuries

that could hurt his career,
or at least limit it.

And so my good news
is just another reason

why he feels that
the walls are closing in.

Is that how it feels, Frank?

The walls are closing in?

Oh.

God, how long does it take
for these scan things to come back?

Dr Gallagher's going
over the results

and she'd like to talk to you.

Mum, I've got a right to know
what's going on.

You keep telling me
to make my own decisions and stuff.

How can I do that if
you don't tell me what's happening?

You're right, Nat.

Can you ask the doctor
to come in here, please?

Zoe? They wanna
hear the results together.

You know what they are, don't you?

I'm sorry this has taken so long.

I wanted to be absolutely sure
with what we were dealing with.

And now you are? Sure?

I've spoken to the orthopaedic team
as well as a paediatrician.

They've reviewed the scans and...

..and the reason
the bone fractured so easily, Nat,

is because it was already
damaged by a tumour.

A bone tumour?

For real?
Yeah, Nat. For real.

How long till I can ride my bike?

What sort of tumour?

It's called Ewing's sarcoma.

It's a type of cancer.

I've got cancer?!

Am I gonna die?

There are a few treatment
options we can pursue.

Chemotherapy
would be our first choice.

God.

That makes you really sick,
doesn't it?

It can, yeah.

And you'll most likely lose
your hair, but it does grow back.

I don't care about that.
How long will it take?

I mean, I've only got six months
to get ready for the championships.

Will the chemotherapy get rid of it?

The aim is to stop
the spread of the disease

as well as shrink the tumour.

You didn't answer my question.

Does the chemo get rid of it?

Normally surgery
is required as well.

Are you gonna cut my leg off?

Hey, the surgeons do
everything they can to avoid that.

But you need to understand

that the tumour attacks
the bone marrow itself

and it's often
not possible to remove it

without removing the leg as well.

But the most important thing
is to do a biopsy of the tumour

and to do a full-body MRI,

just to make sure the disease
hasn't spread anywhere else.

Yes. When can we get that done?

I can arrange that for you
right now.

How will I ride my bike?

Hey. How did bungee man
go in theatre?

Oh, he survived the op OK.

God knows what's gonna happen to him
over the next few days.

Yeah, he was very lucky.
Yeah, he was.

What the hell happened out there,
anyway?

That's what I'm about to find out.

Hey, Bart.
I've been looking for you everywhere.

Well, here I am.

Your physio said you had an accident
in the change room. Are you alright?

Yeah, I'd rather not talk about it,
if that's alright.

Yeah. Sure.

Look, I, um...I actually
wanted to ask you about Conrad.

Don't wanna talk about him either.

Well, I don't blame you there.

Listen, he was down at the docks this
morning with a couple of his friends.

They pulled this stupid prank
that went completely wrong.

Let me guess.
He tried to talk them out of it.

Didn't wanna have
anything to do with it.

Yeah. Right.

Yeah, he's been like that
since high school, Cate.

Talk anyone into doing anything.

If he gets away with it,
takes all the credit.

If something goes wrong
or they get caught,

he has nothing to do with it.

Parents back him every time.

Well, this wasn't just
some schoolyard prank, though.

One of his friends was killed.

All the more reason
for him to stay out of trouble.

If we had proof in...in some way,

you know, that he had
talked them into doing this,

then he'd be up
for negligence charges.

There won't be any proof.

I mean, if there was,
he would've got rid of it somehow.

Thank you, Bart.

Welcome.

Is this some sort of
obsessive-compulsive thing

I should know about?

Earth to Cate.

Oh!

Conrad stashed it.

This is what he was trying
to get into the ambulance for.

Well, what's on it?

You know, maybe we should try this
with something else before we do it.

CONRAD: Oh, come on, guys.
He taped the bungee jump.

This is live, this is real.
Do the intro.

No, I'm serious, man.
Get in the damn thing!

Conrad, listen...

Do you want
the whole country to know

what a pair of chicken-shits
you two really are?

Now, do the damn intro!

They didn't wanna do it.
Conrad pushed them into it.

Oh, man!

What if it's spread?

There is a very good chance
that it hasn't.

And that's what we should be
focusing on at the moment.

Does the chemotherapy work?

The truth.

It can stop it spreading.

And it can shrink the tumour.

But he could still lose his leg.

Only if there's no other option.

Come on, why don't we take a walk?

I just need to know
if he's going to survive this.

OK.

A lot is going to depend
on how Nat copes with the treatment.

And that's where you come in.

He needs to stay positive
and so do you.

Believe me,
it can make all the difference.

FAINT CRYING

Hey, are you OK?
Who's that?

Um, my name's Bart.

What's yours?

Nat.

Hi, Nat.

Hi, Bart.

No, it's OK, mate.
Done a lot of that myself lately.

What are you here for?

I got shot.

Wow. That's cool.

Twice.

What about you?

I've got cancer.

Ewing something-or-other.

I was going to be
the world motocross champion.

Have you ever seen
a one-legged bike champion?

No.

Me either.

You get shot in the leg?

Yeah.

(Chuckles)

Are you going to be OK?

Oh, I don't know.

I only started rehab today.

The rehabilitation.

But I mean, are YOU going to be OK?

I mean, you're not dying or anything,
are you?

No, no.

No, I'm not dying.

(Sniffles)

What will you do
if your leg doesn't get better?

Don't know.

Something.

I've got to do something else.

(Chuckles)
I guess.

Hey, Nat, your treatment -

it's going to be pretty rough

but it's going to make you better
in the long run.

That's what
you've got to think about.

OK?

Is that what you did?

No. I made myself miserable.

(Sniffles)

Look, you and me
are both going to have bad days.

It'd be hard
to have a worse day than today.

You know, I'm starting to get
why you change jobs so much.

It's to stop your partners
from strangling you.

Oh, ha ha.

I was right about Conrad.

Doesn't mean you went about it
the right way, now, does it?

Somebody said
I was needed down here.

Yes.
I believe I have something of yours.

Oh. Great.

Where was it?

Under the seat of the ambulance.

Right, I must have put it down there
when you were loading Spud in

because I was freaking out,
remember?

Hmm.

Where's the tape?

Yeah, about that...

..I hear it's worth
a lot of money.

$250,000 - isn't that
the grand prize on 'Go For It'?

Maybe it'll be worth a little more,
seeing as how it shows someone dying.

Where is it?

I gave it to the police.

You had no right to do that.
That's my property.

It's evidence, Conrad,
of your involvement in the accident.

Shit.

I need a phone.

Excuse me.

All the best, Nat.
Yeah, you too.

Mum, this is Bart.

He got shot. Twice.

Thanks, Zoe.

No worries.

'Bye.

What are you staring at,
Barf Boy?

Tell me something, Conrad.

Your parents still bailing you out
of every stupid stunt you pull?

Or are you managing
to keep out of trouble

by making everyone else
do your dirty work for you?

Actually, it's been really good
to see you again,

Con-job.

Hey, Homer.

Look, um,
I didn't tell you about the baby

to make you move out of the house.

Yeah, I know that.

You sure? Really?

Yeah.

Well...I mean, it's not just
the baby.

I mean, you and Eve
have done everything for me.

I won't forget that.

But it's time
I moved into my place.

You sure now?

I've got to start
looking after myself, Dr Campion.

ELEVATOR DINGS

(Groans)

That was very impressive work
in resus this morning.

Thanks, Frank.

And, don't worry,

I did get the point of your
little dissertation on team work.

Good. I was worried
I might have been too subtle.

(Scoffs)

(Sighs heavily)

So... (Stammers)
..how's counselling going?

Oh, good.
Depends on the day, you know.

Right. Yes. Good.

Good.

Good counsellor?

Yeah. Yeah, she is.

She? Oh, right.

Well, good.

Thank you.

Do me a favour, will you?

Don't let her know
it was me who recommended you?

She's starting to like me
and, er...

..she's really going to hate you.