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SIRENS WAIL

I'm relaxing, but just stay still.

Stay still, mate, alright?
You gotta stay still.

Keep calm, we're gonna be right.

They're gonna be here any minute.

Oh, Cate, thank God.

Hugo? What happened?

(Sighs) That jerk ran a 'Stop' sign
and Levi T-boned him.

What was I gonna do?
Take off and fly?

(Both chuckle)

This is my big brother Levi,

who took his helmet off
before I could stop him,

and was gonna try and get up.

Levi, it's really important that you
stay still for me. Can you do that?

Yeah, because you asked so nicely.

(Laughs)

I can see the family resemblance.
Well, it's a cop thing.

What, you too?
But I got seniority.

(Laughs) Oh, right.

I'm just gonna put this hard collar
on you, OK, Levi?

We're gonna get you on the
spine board and get you out of here,

so just try and relax.

Where did he hit?
Top of the driver-side door.

Thought his head was gonna come off.

His...his helmet hit right here.

I swear to God, I felt the car
go up on two wheels.

I watched him...flying at me -
looked like a human cannonball...

David, you're hyperventilating.
Slow down, mate.

I need you to slow your breathing.

OK, in for three...out for three.
(Inhales, exhales)

That's it, mate, that's it.
Now I need you to calm down.

I'll be back in a second, OK?

OK, pupils are equal and reactive.

How are you feeling, Levi?
LEVI: I'm fine.

Just...just a bit floaty.

What do you mean, mate?

It's like my head's floating.

I don't know.
I can't really explain it.

Did you black out at all?

No, I was right there -
front-row seat.

How's the poor bugger in the car?

He's OK.

(Pants) Bet he's a few k's
lighter, hey?

Probably still coughing
in his rompers.

(David coughs)
Hey, David, are you OK?

Come on, mate.

Levi, Levi, keep your head still!

Hey, Levi? Talk to me! Talk to me!

What's wrong?

Heath! He's in respiratory distress.

Set up to intubate.

No, we can't intubate.
What?

He was perfectly fine
until he moved his head.

If we flex his neck to intubate,
you could be making matters worse.

Help him, please!
Mate, just give us a second.

You gotta go with me
on this one, Heath.

I don't need a bloody counsellor
to tell me where I stand on this.

But I do -
is that what you're saying?

Eve, we're talking
about terminating a pregnancy.

It's not something you can undo.

You don't think I understand that?

(Scoffs)
Get out of the car, Frank.

It's not just about you.

Please, promise me you'll listen
to the counsellor - really listen.

I wouldn't be going
unless I was prepared to listen.

Stop patronising me.
I'm...

Get out of the car.

Bilateral entry.

Yeah, but no voluntary chest
movement. What the hell's going on?

Sats are 97%.

No problem there.
I got no idea, either.

What don't you get?

If you guys don't know why he passed
out, maybe just get him travelling?

Hugo, we're gonna need a hand lifting
him. Can you rustle up some bodies?

Yeah, righto.

Hey, you guys.

Hey...come here.

You know the first question
they're gonna ask at the E.D.

Why we didn't intubate on-site?

Yeah, you reckon
"gut feeling" is gonna cut it?

(Scoffs)
Alright, where do you need us?

OK, one on each corner.

Alright, we're gonna have to do this
really gently and smoothly, OK, guys?

OK, lifting on three - ready?

One, two, three.

(Levi groans)
That's it - nice and slow.

Dr West! Welcome back!
You ready to take on the world again?

Oh, can't wait.

Actually, before I do,

I want to thank you
for putting me back together.

Oh, mate, that was nothing.
You know, it wasn't just me.

You were always there.

You were the one in ICU
Dr Campion was always yelling at.

Yeah, he did do his fair share
of that, didn't he?

So...thank you, Dr Hughes.

Here's the thing - why don't
you try calling me 'Vincent'?

You're not my patient anymore.
No, I'm not.

Actually, I'm looking forward
to getting a few of my own.

First big case that comes
through the door's all mine.

Like bloody hell it is -
you're in triage.

I've been keeping up
with my studies.

I'm ready to pick up
where I left off.

You're just getting back
on your feet - literally.

Category 4 and 5 patients only.

The ones that should've
gone and seen their GP?

Yes, those patients.

Incoming trauma, guys -
high-speed MBA.

Want me to hang around?
No, no, I've just paged Surgical.

You're not the only surgeon
in the hospital, Vinnie. Go home.

Goldman, you're babysitting West.

Take him away to triage.
Tie him up if you have to.

(Clicks tongue)

Hey there.

Hey...Hoppalong.

For the last time, Jack, I've got
this one covered - go back upstairs.

And probably not for the last time,
Bianca - get stuffed!

I don't have to
take your crap anymore.

(Chuckles) That's one of the few
things I like about you, Jack -

you don't let intelligence
get in the way of a snappy comeback.

So...one minute
he's talking and joking,

and the next he can't breathe?

The second he turned his head -
almost instantaneous.

And he complained that his head
felt like it was 'floating' -

that was the term he used?

Yeah.
Well, that's what he said, yeah.

Pupils equal,
but they're slow to react.

We did do the right thing -
not intubating?

BIANCA: Depends - have you got a
valid argument for risking his life?

(Laughs) It only took
the smallest movement of his head

for him to lose consciousness.

Yeah, and we would've
had to remove the collar

and hyperflex his neck
in order to intubate.

Well, if you need to manipulate
a patient that much

in order to intubate,
I suggest you consider retraining.

Size eight tube.

Hang on - these people do know
what they're talking about.

Their handover means nothing to you?

It meant the patient's
been without an established airway.

It meant that none of us know

what the hell is going on
with the patient yet.

Can the intubation.
Do a cricothyrotomy.

You want me to surgically establish
an airway when we may not have to?

Yes, Dr Frost, but if it's a problem,

I'm sure Dr Quade
will be happy to oblige.

Any time.

It's your Resus, Frank.
Nice of you to notice.

Get me an airway procedure tray.
GABRIELLE: Sure.

X-rays?

Get Radiology to send us a portable.
We can't move him.

Uh-huh.

Let's see if we can't establish
an airway without killing him.

(Scoffs) And how are you
gonna do that?

Watch and learn, Barbie.

I don't think so. Rack off, Cate.

I'll call us in on a break.

We can stick our heads back in
after we have to clock back on.

Thanks.
Let's go.

Don't suppose this skateboarder's
presented with anything interesting,

like a punctured lung
or a crushed testicle?

Uh, bit hard - this skater's a she,

so, a sprained ankle,
maybe a fracture, if you're lucky.

Great.

DULL MUSIC PLAYS

Hi. I'm Dr West. What's your name?

Lauren.

Laurie.

Uh, which leg is it, Laurie?

That one.

Dr West...Maggie Cooper.

I know -
not what you were expecting.

Did Laurie run into you?
As if!

(Sighs) No, I was trying out, uh...

My deck, which I told you not to,

'cause every single one
of my friends was there.

I used to ice skate as a teenager.
I thought, "How hard could it be?"

Yeah, but that was back
in the Middle Ages.

There's no fool like an old one.

Now, how would you
know anything about that?

That's a sweet thing to say.

Ahh.
That hurt there?

Uhh, quite a bit.

We'll keep the leg up and iced,
and organise some pain relief.

Allergies?
No.

OK, ibuprofen.

And we'll do some X-rays -

see if it's a fracture
or just soft-tissue damage.

OK, and I'll be back once
I've checked on the X-rays.

And I'll be back in a little
while to take you to Radiology.

Anything else you need
in the meantime?

I'm right, thank you.
OK.

Lauren?
It's Laurie.

Anything else you need
in the meantime?

Yeah - a life.

Mine went down the toilet

when my mates got a look
at my gran's undies.

(Sighs)

Woman's in her 60s -

what did she expect getting
on her granddaughter's skateboard?

I don't know,
a little understanding.

From whom?

Patients who have genuine accidents
through no fault of their own?

They're the ones who really need
the skills we can offer.

OK, well, next choices are...

..a tasty case of heat stroke,
nasty case of carbuncle,

a driver in shock

after a motorcyclist
almost landed in his lap,

and this little boy, who's got
a dried-up pea up his nostril.

So many challenging opportunities.

Yeah, well, you choose one, and
I'll organise Maggie's X-rays, OK?

OK.

Hugo?

My brother just got brought in -
he came off a motorbike.

Um...yeah, I just saw him
go into Resus.

I didn't realise the connection.
Yeah, how is he?

Um, I can go and find out,
but how are you?

(Sighs) I don't know.

OK, well, let's go and find you
somewhere quiet to wait.

No, I'll hang here. Thanks.

Hey, do I have to stay in the chair?
I just feel like a bit of a geek.

Yeah, not if you want me
to lose my job.

Um, it won't be for too much longer,
I promise.

Um, look, I'm gonna have to
park you here for a sec, OK?

Uh, I just have to finish this
paperwork. It won't be for too long.

Hey.
(Into phone) Uh, excuse me.

Yeah?
Have you seen Bart?

No, why? What, you lost him?

Um, if you find him,
can you send him to Subacute 3?

Yeah, sure.

Hey, Lauren.
Laurie.

Sorry...Laurie.

Like I've never heard that before.

Well, I'd say it again to apologise,
but, like, I'm way too scared.

(Laughs sarcastically)

Does your gran need something?
Nuh, I'm just bored.

Oh.

Is that Pam Elton?
Yeah.

Why? Do you know her?
You don't?

I've only just met her.
She's the next Layne Beachley.

Ohhh.

'Ohhh'?

Dude, you seriously need to,
like, get out more.

Yeah, dude.

Layne Beachley is, like, the only
best chick surfer on the planet.

Oh, well, like,
if she'd been a gamer,

then this could've been,
like, a two-way conversation.

I don't think so -
gamers are lamers.

"Gamers are lamers".
Like I've never heard that before.

Can... Are those tats real?

(Laughs) As if!

Gran'd blow chunks all over them
if they were.

They're airbrushed, dude.

Yeah, I know they're not real. I was
wondering if they were, like, 'real'.

So, like, can you hip-hop-trop
back to your gran over there,

and try not to rip her throat out
this time?

When did I do that?

Duh, like,
when you mentioned her undies.

Well, how do you think I felt?

Look, if you didn't have your head
so far up your iPod,

you might've realised that your nan
was pretty embarrassed as well.

Nah, she never takes anything
I say for real.

I might hang -
see if I can say hi to Pam.

No, you don't. She's not here
to get hassled by some grommet...

I'm not a grommet,
thank you very much.

Uh-uh - get.

OK, Pam,
let's see if we can get you settled.

Right, so, what do we think happened?

Could be spinal damage,
like Cate thought.

Hyperflexion of the neck
from hitting the car

might've caused a tear in
the windpipe, which ruptured later.

Just as well
they didn't intubate him,

otherwise it would've
killed the bastard.

You know, he was
breathing unassisted

when they first got there, though.

Something congenital.
Where the hell did you spring from?

It could've been, but a police
medical would've picked that up.

Mmm, doctors
can miss things, you know.

True.

SEAN: Intracerebral bleed?

Sorry.
Hello, Daniel.

Hi, Bianca.

Uh, I need to see you
out here, thanks, Dr West.

Sure.

ERICA: OK, what are
we gonna tell Hugo?

Who's that?
His brother.

I'll be out in a minute.

There's nothing we CAN tell him,

because we don't know
what's going on.

Well, one thing we do know is we're
going nowhere fast without X-rays.

Right, I'll go see
what the hold-up is.

While you're there,
do an ECG and blood gases, will you?

Yeah, start the patient
on the midaz and morphine infusion,

and get an IDC into him.

What happened out there?

Motorcyclist T-boned a car.

Ploughed the top of his head
into the driver-side door.

Well, how is he still alive?

(Chuckles) You tell me.

When he lost consciousness
after turning his head,

we decided to bag him
instead of intubating him on-site.

The jury's still out on that one.

Well, not according to Dr Campion -

he said intubating
would've killed him.

Yes!
Way to go. (Laughs)

Hey, mate, it's me.

I'm right here, bro.

Can he hear me?
Maybe.

Did you check him for spinal damage?

And neurological.

What are his chances
of ending up in a chair?

At the moment,
it's too early to say.

Meaning they're stuffed.

Meaning that, at the moment,
it's too early to say.

You need to see this.

He won't cope
with a wheelchair, Ricky.

He just won't.

Mmm.

JACK: Wow!

As I'm sure Hippocrates
would've said.

C1/C2 displacement.

The AO joints have gotta be
at least five millimetres apart.

How the hell
is this guy still alive?

No idea.
I've never seen anything like it.

I have, once -
the patient was dead on arrival.

Yeah, I'm not surprised.

The only thing holding his head on
is a bit of skin and muscle.

Tell Ricky she's gotta stick
to this patient like glue.

He's not to be moved one millimetre,

and nobody but nobody goes near his
bed unless they have to be there.

At least now we know
what we're dealing with.

(Inhales) Yes.

The only big question
that you two have to fight over

is are you any good
at treating an internal decapitation?

Is that your Resus patient?

Yeah - AOD.

AOD?

Atlantooccipital dislocation.

Internal decapitation, Homer.

That's amazing.

Isn't it? Now bugger off
back to triage.

Find anything out?

We need to do an
occipitocervical fusion.

I'll need to do some research.
Never done one before.

Mmm.
Me neither.

It's not your problem, Jack.

First thing we need to do

is stabilise
the cranio-cervical junction.

It's doable, I'm sure,

but to do it without
compromising the spinal cord...

Uh, that's the least of our worries.

See this separation here?

It's probably increased
every time he's been moved,

so one more jolt, he'd end up dead.

Right, so our biggest challenge
is getting him to theatre alive.

Mm-hm.
I'll page Vincent.

Uh, I'm right here.

Besides, he's been on night shift -
he'll be half asleep.

Well, even half asleep,

I'm sure he'll have
more of an opinion than 'wow'.

For Christ's sake,
cut him some slack, will you?

I need experience
on this one, Frank.

There you are.
Hmm?

Hmm?

Oh, just give me a minute.
I just need to check something out.

No, you need to get to your patients

before they all
have another birthday.

Mm-hm.

It's fascinating, isn't it?

I mean, given that guy's injury,
he should probably be dead.

Yeah, which I'll be
if you keep disappearing on me, OK?

This is Pam Elton -
uh, possible heat stroke.

BP's 165, temp's 37.9, pulse is 90.

Hi, I am Dr West.
Uh, bit too much sun, I hear?

I think so.

OK, I'm just gonna have a look
in your mouth.

Can you...? (Sighs)

(Clears throat)
Uh, can you open wide for me?

OK, I'm gonna have to put
a cannula in

and run a normal bag of saline
over four hours.

No problem.
That long?

Uh, we need to rehydrate you,
and that takes a little while.

I'll enter the fluids for you,
and do you want bloods?

Mm-hm.

Uh, did you pass out?

Sort of.

What does that mean?

Well, this is gonna sound so...so...

..um, blonde -

I, um...fell asleep on the beach.

Pam's a pro surfer - a pretty good
one too, according to Laurie.

Mrs Cooper's granddaughter.

Mmm.
Yeah, yeah.

Uh, you fainted because...?

I got up too fast and went
straight back down in a heap.

Hit your head on anything?

Yeah, I hit it on the...

..um...on the sand.

OK, well, I'll order a CT anyway,
but hourly ops.

Sure.

Hey, I have to do a commercial shoot
for my sponsor tomorrow.

I'm gonna be alright by then?
Oh, don't worry.

You'll be fine in a couple of hours.
I'll be back to check on you then.

You'll be back?
Yeah.

Just, uh, do the bloods.

Thank you.

Oh, Von, don't be such
a pain in the bum.

I have to front an internal enquiry
about this this afternoon.

Well, any investigation's gonna find
that I did my best for the girl.

Even DoCS has confirmed
she was at risk.

Yes! (Groans)
Look, I'm not the enemy here.

I'm just trying to stop Admin
kicking you onto the dole queue.

Well, they'd be bloody mad.

Well, it's
a definite possibility, Von.

Maggie Cooper's ankle.

Fracture. You OK to backslab it?
Yep.

I'll be on the computer
if you need me.

(Mutters) In case I stumble across
any important doctor stuff.

Hey, Laurie.
Hey, dude.

Favour?

Why break the pattern
for the day, huh? How can I help?

Get me Pam Elton's autograph?

Make you a deal -

I'll ask her, if you tell me why
you give your gran such a hard time.

'Cause she's a try-hard.

At what? Trying to impress you?

At trying not to be
a gazillion years old.

And I'm like, "You know
it's already happened, Gran,

"so just get over it."

And you said that to her?

No.
No.

Because you don't really
want to hurt her feelings, do you?

I know I do sometimes,
but I never mean to.

Mmm.
Hang on, I love this bit.

(Hums to music)

So, what made you jump on that
skateboard in the first place?

I'm not sure why I do a lot
of things when Lauren's around.

Never used to be like that.

Until her mum died,
we were the best of friends.

Your daughter?

She went out hiking one day, and...

Wasn't a big fall, but enough.

I'm sorry.
Thank you.

How did Laurie take it?

Personally.

But, then, most teenagers
take everything personally.

Mmm.

She's a good girl.

It's just...there's a whole
generation missing between us,

literally, and I don't know
how to get around that.

Mmm.
CURTAIN SWISHES

I'm back. Anyone want a chip?

No, I'll pass.

What we do know is that

we need to re-attach the occiput
to the upper cervical spine,

and we would do that using titanium
rods, screws and a crosslink.

And how are you going to achieve
this mechanical marvel

without moving the patient
one millimetre?

Yes, do tell, Dr Quade.

Uh, you could screw the halo brace
to the skull first,

and then bolt that to the table.

Sorry?

I pulled out some case studies on
the Net. You can scroll the notes.

How did you get onto this, mate?

It's a US website.
This doctor's done three of them.

This Stellenbeck guy's smart.

No, it's not a he, it's a she.
I spoke to her.

What? You called the States?
Yeah, I woke her up.

Well, I woke her up
on-call service, who woke her up.

The procedure
looks pretty straightforward

once you're in there.

Mmm. Anterior or posterior access?

The anterior approach
is less disruptive.

It's not practical in this case.
GABRIELLE: Yep, he's right here.

Bart? Phone.

JACK: Yeah, and I'd say,
given the nature of the injury,

we'd have to do
a cervical decompression and fusion.

Mmm, so we'll
have to go in posteriorly.

BIANCA: Yeah.

Uh, doctors?

This is Dr Stellenbeck.
Oh!

Oh, for Christ's sake, you two!

Put her through to my office.

Gimme it!

I'm putting you through
to Dr Campion's office.

Zoe, can you take a look
at Pam Elton for me?

She's getting really drowsy.

Her blood results have been ready
for a long time,

and...she just
really needs to be seen.

Where's Bart?
I don't know.

Hi, Pam. I'm Dr Gallagher.

Um, what happened to the, um...

..the young...
the young...young doctor?

Dr West?
Yeah.

Yeah, he's tied up at the moment.

I've had a look
at your blood results,

and it shows
a raised white cell count

and some abnormalities
in the liver function.

Do you mind if I take a look?

Is that why I feel like
I'm so...um...um...

..really...uh, sleepy?

Yeah, we're gonna check that too.

I'm just gonna have a look
at your eyes, OK?

That's it.

Have you had
any recent colds, flu, fever?

No, I just...I, um...

..I, um...I...
I can't remember what today is.

That's alright.

(Shouts) Do you have to do that now?

Sorry. No.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Uh...

It's alright, it's OK.

I'm just checking your stomach here.

OK, there's no enlargement,
and there's no masses.

Have you got any abdominal pain?

Ab...? Ab... (Stutters)

(Sighs) No.
That's alright.

What about this disorientation
and difficulty of speech?

What's this all about? (Pants)

Hey, it's OK, it's OK. We don't mean
to upset you or anything.

She fainted. She might've banged her
head, but her neuro obs are fine.

OK.

Can you sit forward for me?
I'm just gonna check your head.

Just...just leave me alone.
Pam?

OK. Has she had a CT?

Well, Bart was supposed
to order one,

but when I rang to chase him up on
it, they said that he hadn't called.

OK, well, you get her down there now,
and if she deteriorates,

you page me immediately.

Mm-hm. OK.
Yeah?

I'll be back soon, OK, Pam?

FRANK: So, did our Yankee specialist
say it's a goer?

Yeah - she wants
to see the pictures,

but it looks like we've got a pretty
solid hold on the procedure.

Transarticular self-tappers,

bilateral T-screws,
lateral mass screws, decortication,

rod-plate constructs
and sublamina cables.

Piece of the proverbial.
Not quite.

She's done three of these
successfully,

but she's also lost
two patients, Frank.

They died in the transfer
between Emergency and theatre.

Hmm.

Well, sounds like we need a consent
just to do that.

If moving him's that risky, can't
you do what needs to be done here?

We need special equipment.
Levi's injuries are very rare.

And very serious. You need to know
that he might end up a quadriplegic.

But if we can get him
onto the operating table,

there's a chance that he'll enjoy
some degree of normality.

(Scoffs) In a wheelchair,

and maybe or maybe not
with brain damage.

At least he'll be alive.

No, Levi wouldn't call that living.

Well, considering the alternative,
he might.

Don't you bloody tell me
you know my brother better than me.

Hey, Hugo, he didn't mean that.

The bottom line is
that Levi can't say what he wants,

and his only chance
of saying anything at all

is if we can get him out of here
and take him to theatre.

Which has got more chance
of killing him than the operation.

Yeah, sure,
the risks are substantial...

(Sighs)

So what you're really
asking me to do

is choose where my brother dies.

VINCENT: What do you mean
Jack has problems?

I think he's nervous
about going to the table

with whatever it is
that's distracting him.

What's distracting him?
I don't know.

Jack would rather chew glass than
admit to me there's something wrong.

Vincent, it's affecting
his judgment.

And I'm not the
only one who's noticed.

A friend of his had
a concerned word to me.

So, what, you think
we should give him an out?

Please?

I mean, I can't go to the table
with somebody who's...

Jack is not 100% there.

OK, that's fair enough.
I would've made the same call myself.

Hey! Didn't you get
my voice message?

Yeah, I did, but I was
already on my way in.

I really need Vincent's experience
on this one, Jack.

We can discuss this later, mate.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, you bet we will.

You know, if you want to observe,
just feel free.

Who the hell are you to decide
who's at the table and who isn't?

No, it was Vincent's call.

And about observing...I don't think
there's gonna be room for you.

I've invited Dr West to attend.

Oh! No...you're kidding me, yeah?

No, I'm coordinating
the hook-up with the US.

It's a reward for initiative.
Bart went above and beyond.

That's assuming we can actually
get the operation started.

Hugo...we need your decision now.

I hope I'm doing the right thing,
bro, but...

..something brought you this far.

Let's just hope it can
get you the rest of the way.

We're gonna do our very best, Hugo.

We've got to sign some paperwork.

FRANK: OK, let's get this man
ready to travel.

And nobody, but nobody,
bumps this bed.

Bloody Bianca is pretty lucky
Mike's not here.

Otherwise he'd put
one of those cowboy boots

up her arrogant little arse.

Hey!
Coming through!

Watch it! Watch it!
(All yell)

You're gonna have to go around us.

Don't touch the bloody bed.

And two...three.

Hey, no contact! Sorry.

It's OK. You can say something.

I love you, bro.

We're gonna look after him, OK?

OK. Gently now.

Not the slightest bump.

Well, I can arrange
domestic services to come in,

help with the cleaning,
washing, say, once a week?

Oh...you don't know
what a relief that is.

Laurie's not exactly houseproud?

Uh...there are times when there's
so much junk on the floor

I have trouble opening the door.

Oh, they've got a million ways
to say, "Keep your distance."

That doesn't bother me.
I know it's just a stage.

What really worries me, though,
is that without a mum...

..I don't know that there's
anyone in her life anymore

that she has a real connection with.

(Sighs) They used to be able
to say anything to each other

and they'd do things together.

Hiking, go surfing...

Hence your skateboarding adventure.

Huh.

Right, I'll get started.

You know, um, we have one of
her surfing heroes

here at the hospital at the moment.

Pam Elton?

Do you think you could
do me a favour?

I promise I don't normally
do this to patients.

It's no sweat.

It's the least I can do
after losing it at you like that.

Oh, don't worry about it.

Too much sun,
not enough fluids, you know.

Enough to make anyone flip out.

Oh, that's great.

Cheers. Look, um...
I'll be one second, OK?

(Clears throat)

Did you get it?
Oh, my God.

Have you ever heard of
the term 'stalker'?

Whatever. Did you get it?

Yeah, well, apparently
she's pretty choosy

about who she does
the autograph thing for,

so... (Clicks tongue) ..nuh.

Damn.

Yeah, and I don't want you
going over there hassling her, OK?

I shouldn't have even
asked in the first place.

As if!

OK.

BIANCA: Obs?

Still stable.

Good. Bart, let's get
Dr Stellenbeck on the phone.

We're gonna need
as much help as we can get.

OK, first we need to mark
and cut the brace

then fit it and bolt it to the table.

You want to open up the scalp?

I'll do that.

I hope Dr Quade isn't too stressed.

He was all geared up for this.

Why do you say that?

He cleared his whole theatre list
to make himself available.

Dr West, I am about to cut into
a patient's cranium.

If you don't mind?
Sorry, Doctor.

Yes, this is Dr West.
I'm calling for Dr Stellenbeck.

Yes, she's expecting my call.
Thank you.

ZOE: Dan.
DAN: Yeah?

Pam Elton's pictures.

That was quick.
Yeah.

Oh, no.

Gabrielle, have you seen Bart?

Ah, yes, he went up to theatre.

Why? Is there a problem?

Yeah, can you page him
and get him down here immediately?

Sure.

Pam, have you had any lesions
on your head, skin irritation,

any unexplained pain?

No.

Oh, I have this little thing that
I noticed a couple of months ago,

but it's not sore or anything.

May I?

Yeah.

Is there anything
I should be worried about?

Pam, this is a scan
that we did of your head.

It shows a space-occupying
lesion in the brain.

What do you mean...like a tumour?

I think this lesion may be a melanoma

and it's the reason for your
occasional stumbles of speech

and behavioural disturbances.

Most probably, it's recently
undergone a rapid growth

and I'm afraid it has
invaded the dermal layers

and metastasised to the brain.

You're telling me
I've got cancer, aren't you?

I'm sorry.

PAM: What if it is malignant?

We'll be referring you to a
neuro-oncologist for further testing.

Thank you.
I thought I had all bases covered.

I always wore sunblock.
Who thinks to look under their hair?

Well, you can do that from now on.

How can there be a "from now on"
if it's in my brain?

Hey, come on, let's not
get ahead of ourselves.

Yeah, there's lots of things
we can do here.

And we'll discuss them as soon as
we've got the biopsy results back.

OK, now, I'll get this
off to the lab straightaway.

Just try not to worry.

You know, I think I prefer
Dr West's diagnosis.

He said I'd be fine
in a couple of hours.

Dr Campion! You should've been
in theatre today. It was awesome!

Dr West.
Dr Gallagher.

Excuse me.

Where were you when Pam Elton's
blood results came back?

Uh...I was...
I was needed in theatre.

Ohh... You see,
you were needed here.

Your patient needed you
to order a CT.

What happened?

I forgot.

Oh, you forgot.

You see, if you had've remembered

and if you had've
checked her blood results

and if you had've
examined her properly

then you may have found
the melanoma in her scalp.

The one that metastasised
to her brain.

This may not be as glamorous
as an internal decapitation, Doctor,

but you are here for the
benefit of the patients,

not for your ego or for your CV.

I...

Now, you gonna be OK on these?

Von took me for a trial run.

You'd be amazed at the people
you see on the way.

Oh, my God!
It's Pam Elton's autograph.

And she's made it out to me!

Oh, my God, how did you
do this, Gran? This is awesome!

OK, let's keep it down
to a dull roar, OK?

There's patients trying to
be sick around here.

How did you do this?
Dan tried and she said no.

And, look, she's even wrote
about you. "Skater Nan". (Laughs)

You'd be surprised what some people
are prepared to do for an old fool.

I didn't even think
you knew who she was.

She's all over your bedroom walls

and in every second magazine
I trip over when I go in there.

I promise I'll keep it
tidy from now on.

That'll be the day.

OK, well, at least
while you're on crutches.

That's more like it.

Come on.

Jesus. Looks like a bloody alien.

Can I hold his hand?

Yeah. Gently, though.

When will we know
if he's gonna be OK?

It'll take a while...
but it looks promising.

Thanks, Doc.

Whatever happens,
I know you gave it your best shot.

Hey, bro?

He squeezed my hand!
He bloody squeezed my hand!

Did you see that? He can hear me.

I've gotta get back upstairs
but I'll come see you later, OK?

I'd really like that.

OK.

Dr Frost, do you really think
he just squeezed his hand?

Involuntary spasm, I'd imagine.

But even that's a good sign.

Hold the lift! Hold it!
Hold it, hold it, hold it!

Couldn't you hear me?

I could hear you perfectly.

Do I detect a pout?

What you detect is someone
who's not interested

in playing juvenile games.

If you wanna make a point
with another surgeon,

don't use me to do it.

Yes, Doctor.

Come on, Vincent. What a team!

You and I kicked some
serious surgical arse today.

I guess this means dinner's
completely out of the question.

Trust me, Bianca, there never was
a question in the first place.

Mate, um...I think
I owe you an apology.

I never would've
got involved in this.

If I'd known what was going on...
Don't, Vincent.

What?

Well, since when has Bianca Frost
been anything but a conniving bitch?

We all know it, we all accept it
because she's a good surgeon,

so, you know what,
if you got sucked in,

I am guessing it's because
you're thinking with your cock

rather than your head.

I got sucked in because
I was worried about you,

like everyone else
around this place.

Tell me you haven't been
totally preoccupied lately.

Tell me it's affecting my work.

You know the bottom line here,
Vincent?

You didn't trust me.

(Sighs)
Do I still have a job?

Just.

(Laughs) Which means they backed
down when they found out that

DoCS had already placed the child

without any objection
from her father.

How do you know that?

Oh, give me credit.

(Laughs)

Hey, I'm good at my job,

which is why admin should keep
their bloody noses out of it.

Yeah, and what happens if
the father changes his mind

and decides to take legal action
against the hospital?

The only action he'll take
is opening another beer, trust me.

That's just the point, Von.
Admin doesn't trust you.

You broke their protocols,
so from now on

you have to keep a logbook of every
visit taken off hospital grounds...

Don't be ridiculous. Listen!

..times, nature of visit - yes.

I haven't got time to do
the paperwork I've already got,

so you can forget it.

It's this or the job is over.
It's not up for debate.

Oh, then what the hell
is up for debate?

You see a kid in trouble,
you do something to stop it.

It's pretty bloody simple, actually.

Thank you, Doctor.

Hey, mate, what brought that on?
Oh...

(Sighs) Me thinking about
Patrick Wesley every bloody day.

That scum is...

He's still probably
out there molesting kids.

I've done nothing to stop it.

(Sighs)

For a minute I thought you
weren't gonna meet me.

So how'd your appointment go?

The counsellor and I had a long talk.

And?

I'm going ahead with the termination.

Would you please say something?

What do you want me to say?

"I think it's a good decision"?
Because I don't.

Do you think that I want to
support you? Because I can't.

I won't.

Don't say that.

Do you know that despite all the
heartache I had with my daughter,

I wouldn't give up a single minute
of the life I've had with her.

Not one minute.

Don't try and manipulate me, Frank.

I need to do this.

Well, I guess that's it, then.

How is she?
She's in shock.

It's malignant with secondaries.
No...

She's just about to
go up to oncology.

(Sighs)

Hey. Doctor...?

West.
Yeah, sorry.

I should be saying that to you.

I'm sorry I didn't get back to you.

I got caught up with another patient.

It's OK.
No, it's not.

There's no excuse for me
not reviewing your tests.

I...I'm really very sorry.

It wouldn't have changed
the results anyway.

BART: Dr Gallagher.

That won't happen again.

Why not?

It was...it was a one-off case.

Because it was a sexier case.

Because I wanted to help.

Anyone can pull a dried pea
out of a kid's nose.

I saw our top people racing the clock
trying to save a person's life,

so I did some research
and I saved them some time.

And the glory factor
had nothing to do with it?

Nothing at all.

Then why didn't you go back
to your other patients

after you handed over the research?

I know there's a lot of people
around here who you look up to

who have pretty healthy egos.

But the good ones -
the ones that you admire the most -

they never let that get in the way
of patient care.

When they take on a case,

they make the patient the most
important thing in the world.

It's that simple.

Thank you.

VON: What's he weigh?
CHARLOTTE: About 4 kilos now.

Top 10 percentile in his
growth stakes, aren't you?

What do you think
of my baby boy, Frank?

He's a little beauty.
Don't know how you managed it.

(Laughs)
Is he in a routine sleeping?

Well, he's on three-hourly feeds,
so no-one's sleeping...

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