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You go first.

Hi.

Let's take her off.
Stop. Do not unclamp.

There's a loose stitch.
What's your call, resident?

I must have been mistaken.
Right.

Shit.

What's happening?
I was assessing a patient.

She's dropped her BP.
We need some help in here.

Zoe Mendosa has gone into arrest.
She's bleeding out.

How did this girl die?
I mean, how is that even possible?

Nothing went wrong.
The surgery was fine.

This is a SAC 1.
It's going to be investigated.

No-one's passing judgement here.

I just need to get a handle
on what happened.

We were unable to resuscitate her.

Your wife died.
We're really very sorry.

Have you been taking
your medication regularly?

Of course.
Kelly knows the score.

If you lose your kidney,
the next step is we remove it

and you'll be on dialysis
until you die,

which will be as soon as
you get an infection.

This is for you to remind you
to pack your meds.

And I have some conditions too.

You never come to work again
with a temperature higher than 38.2.

Fine.

The MRI confirms.
Glioblastoma, grade 4.

So, that means I've got between
six months and two years.

I am so sorry.

The only two people that know
are you and the radiographer,

and that's the way I want it.

♪ Open my lungs

♪ Move your hands

♪ Inside my chest

season 1 episode 4

♪ Cut me deep

♪ Beneath my skin

♪ I'm ready to fall out

♪ My body's caving in

♪ Hold me down

♪ So that I can feel the heat

♪ Carve me with the sharpest knife

♪ I'm ready for the pain

♪ Oh-oh oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh. ♪

I would recommend
the full resection.

Full resection?

And how much more time
will that give me?

With chemo and radio,
two years plus.

And will I still be able to talk?

15% to 20% chance you'll lose
some speech and/or cognition.

And what if we go for
a partial resection?

If we cut here,
leaving this area here,

I could save your speech,

but there will be no real boost
to your overall prognosis.

You'd get 9 to 12 months

instead of a potential two years.

So, I would definitely
recommend more resection.

You'd have to give up working.

You shouldn't be anyway. The sooner
we get onto this, the better.

So, your usual safe limit
is, what, less than 5% risk?

And you want to chop into my skull

with a good 20% chance
I'll end up a courgette?

Piss off.

You won't get better odds
anywhere in this town.

I know, Arthur.

Thanks for your time.

If you change your mind,
you know where to find me.

And I'm really sorry
about this, mate.

Really, really shit news.

Yeah.

Do you think maybe you should
take more than a few seconds

before making
such an important decision?

Quality or quality, Frankie.

I'm going for quality.

At least talk it over with your wife.

We've already agreed.
My life, my choice.

How's your Mandarin, by the way?

What about there?

...Grand Century to find.

Grand century?

Grand Century.

That's what the politicians
would have us believe, Mr Moon,

but like your kidney,
I'm starting to have my doubts.

Tong. Tong. Tong.

Yeah? Don't worry.
I've got you. Yeah?

Tong!

Moon's creatinine levels.
A bit of tenderness and palpitation.

Other than that, I think you're set.

Kelly?

Kidney has finally
packed it in, the poor kid.

I had to give her the news
that she'll likely die on dialysis.

What, did you tell her that
or was Berger with you?

You got a better way
of delivering news like that?

Just watch your back.

So, can you book Kelly in
for dialysis,

keep an eye on Moon's
tacrolimus levels

and just, if you can,
find that translator?

Yep.

You've been readmitted.

I'm really sorry.

You were right, hey?
Never stop taking your meds.

No need to worry about that anymore.

Might as well have this back.

See you around.

The doctor's coming. Just wait.

Cardio patient Chrissy Ropolous,

heart defibrillator
keeps going off.

Daughter is very upset.
Thank you.

Hello. This is Dr Bell.

I'm on the phone
to the hospital, Mama!

Hello?

What's the daughter's name?
Ketti.

Does she have a file, or...
Yes.

Um, Ketti?

My God. Um...

Ketti? What's actually going on?

It's Mum. It's this thing!

It just keeps going off.
It won't stop.

Ketti? Eli Nader here.

Have you organised an ambulance?

No, I haven't.
Alright.

Well, as soon as we get off
the phone, I want you to do that.

Your mum has to come into
the hospital. Understand?

Yes.
Alright. Bring her to emergency.

We'll try to get her a bed
in the ward, OK?

OK.
Bye.

Jesus. Belinda, can you help me
clear a bed in cardio?

Dr Bell, I'm going to need you
to do a patient review for me.

Body habitus patient, bed 4.
Now, please.

Hi, Mr Casey. I'm Dr Bell.
What seems to be the problem?

I'm getting so tired.
No energy, you know?

Are you normally an active person?

Yeah.

When I'm not mountain-bike riding,
I run marathons.

Let's just get this out of the way.

I'm fat. I disgust you all.
Mr Casey...

So, if we all just try and move past
the elephant in the room that is me

and get to
what is actually wrong with me,

I'd appreciate it.

I'm here to check you out.

Would you mind leaning forward
so I can get to your chest?

You're the doctor.
Poke and prod away.

You definitely have a skin infection,

but we can treat that with
some topical antiseptic solution.

Could you breathe in for me?

And out.

And in.

If you could just stay still
and quiet for a moment.

Has anyone ever told you
that you have a heart murmur?

It's definitely there. Thank you.

I'm just going to look
at your ankles.

Are they larger than usual?

I've never won best legs in show.

OK. Um, we're going to get you
booked in for a cardiac echo,

find out what's causing that murmur.

It may be a leaking mitral valve,

but I wouldn't want to jump the gun.

The tests will tell us
where we stand.

And in the meantime,
I'll get you on a diuretic

to help reduce the fluid build-up
in your lungs.

So, 60mg of Lasix
and let's get some leads on him.

Can I have a word?

There is no bariatric toilet
on this floor,

and he's too big and immobile
to get on a bedpan.

I wouldn't worry.

I haven't had to go to the toilet
in days.

How long exactly
have you been constipated?

A week? Maybe two.

We're going to have to get you set up
for a manual disimpaction.

Alright, Mr Casey.
I just need you to relax.

I'm just going to... wiggle about.

Bombs away!

They're here.

Hello, Chrissy. How you going?

Going. Still going.
Where's Dr Nader?

He's with a patient at the moment.
I'm Dr Bell.

I'll get you settled in
until he is available.

Mum, I have to go.

Go, bambino.
Go look after the children.

I'll be OK.

Yiasou.

Right this way.

Apologies.

I'm going to have to try
another cannula.

Better for everyone
if you just finish me off.

You have many, many drugs
in this place.

Give me extra-strong something
to see me out.

You do it for horses
when they are too old to run.

You can do it for me. It's OK.
Mrs Ropolous, you're only 80.

You have many good years
left in you.

For what?

How is my favourite
frequent flyer?

Going. Still going.

How you going over there?

Chrissy has veins like tissue paper.

Hand it over. Come on.

Yeah. Right now.

Thank you. Alright.

It's been a little while
since I've seen you.

Thank you.

Tell me, how are the grandkids?

Beautiful.

Very clever, all of them.

It means "very handsome man".

You agree?
Stop it, you.

I don't think I want
the translation for that one.

No, I don't think you do.

Alright. There we go.

So, let's see
if we cannot figure out

what happened to you today.

You know what happened.

This vasano go...'pough'
all of the time. Synechia.

It's Chrissy's word
for her defibrillator.

It means...
what is it exactly?

Pest? Torment? Something like that.

It's devil and angel, both.
Excuse me.

When Dr Steele put this thing
in my heart,

he no say it was going
to be like this.

He no say how much pain.

He no say nothing.

If I could, I would have operation

to take this thing out from my body.

You don't have to.

There's a much simpler way to do it.

The technician can stick
a special magnet over your chest.

Stops it working.

Magnet? And no more vasano?

No. It won't go off anymore.

Although the next time you have VT,

you likely won't survive.

Yeah. That is true.

I'm going to check on
those results for you.

Don't look at me like that.

Hey, we don't tell the patients
what they're signing up for

when they agree to
this kind of intervention.

Just the benefits
of a few more years.

Well, at least she gets
those extra years.

Sure she does. What do you see?

My God.

She's had 20 runs of VT
in three weeks.

Every time that thing goes off,

it's like being kicked in the chest
by a mule.

Welcome to the night shift.
Thanks.

Translator is still a no-show,

and Mr Moon's creatinine levels
are continuing to rise.

So, what are you thinking?

All I can think is
until we get the biopsy results

is that we adjust
his tacrolimus levels.

Sounds like the go.
Tanya, I've lost you.

Tanya, I need to know
how much to prescribe.

Do you have these in a 7?
Yeah.

I'm sorry,
I'm having trouble hearing you.

Did you say 7mg?
Frankie?

Frankie, actually 3.
OK, I've got it.

Hi. Are you OK?
Yeah.

I've just been upstairs trying
to find some answers, but I...

You know, all they see
is a legal suit coming

and they slam the door in my face.

Let me come around.
It's Zoe's funeral tomorrow.

Everyone keeps asking what happened.

Zac.

I don't know what to say.

No-one will tell me anything.

I'm so sorry. I can only imagine
how hard this is for you.

What do you know?

I told you what I know.

Don't close ranks.
I'm not. There's...

There's a process.
What happened to my wife?

Someone screwed up, didn't they?

Who was it?
I can't say.

And I'm not...
I'm not closing ranks.

I just... I don't know.

You're no better than
the suits upstairs.

No, you're worse.

You see, them,
they're paid to run interference.

But you? We trusted you.

♪ If you weren't my enemy

♪ What would be my alibi?

♪ When I called you late at night

♪ Covered in sweat, terrified

♪ It's your turn to roll

♪ To see just where
the dust will fall

♪ If you've ever kept a secret

♪ You know well that this is hell. ♪

How was your shift?

It was crazy.
It went off in cardio.

Sam Mendosa came in while I was on.

What did he want?
Answers.

What did you tell him?
What could I tell him?

How was the fish?
It was great.

You used the steamer, yeah?
Yeah, of course.

You are such a liar.

Wait. I'll ride with you.

Mr Moon, we've had
your biopsy results back

and quite frankly,
they're surprising.

It's good news.
Your kidney is perfect.

Xie xie. Xie xie.

The really strange thing is

your creatinine levels
are still very high.

Never actually been
in this situation before.

It's a bit of a mystery.

So we'd like to keep you in
a bit longer for observations,

just to be on the safe side.

Yes, yes.
Do whatever you need to do.

Alright.

One of my team will be back
to take another urine sample shortly.

Xie xie. Xie xie.

Can you tell me
why he was prescribed

7mg of tacrolimus when I said 3?

No, you said 7.

No, I said 3.
No, you didn't, Tanya.

That makes no sense.
I would never have said that.

For God's sake, sort it out!

What's that smell?

Burning rubber?

So, I'm going to have trouble
putting a tube down his throat,

trouble with medications.

I mean, if I put an IV in
and it ends up tissuing,

then next we know,
he's waking up on the table.

He needs this operation.

Yeah, well, he's a sitting duck
on the table for a heart attack.

I mean, I'm not saying I won't do it,

but you need to know
what we're saying yes to.

Mack. I didn't know
you were coming in.

Last day, Scammer.

Here to hand over the reins
to my next in line.

What have we here?

Patient with a leaking mitral valve.

I don't know about
any leaking mitral valve.

I can't see anything because of
all these sausages.

I mean, check out his arteries.

See? See, there's
your breakfast bangers,

there's your English pork
and there's your chorizo.

That'll kill you quick as anything.

I wouldn't take this guy on.

Don't let his numbers affect yours.

Drinks tonight, OK?
And no running home to the wife.

Carol!

So? Can I book him in
for theatre now?

It's your call.

Mr Casey, my team and I
have reviewed your situation.

I'm afraid you're
too much of a risk for surgery.

It's not just the complications
surrounding anaesthesia,

but I'm concerned about
your recovery period

and the ability of your body
to heal itself.

I'm too fat for you to operate?

Quit the smokes,
cut back on the junk food,

speak to a nutritionist
about weight-loss programs,

and then we can talk again

about fixing this leaking valve,
alright?

Hey, got a second?

What was that in there?

Mack can be a bit of an arse.
Or arsehole, more like.

He's an excellent surgeon.
He'd want to be.

Speaking of arses,
Zoe Mendosa's transplant op?

I'd been on my feet
for 14 hours plus.

If I'd been able to wind back
six hours of that,

I might have been able to...

...treat people with more respect.

That's your apology?

I'm sorry for how I treated you
in the OT, Lou.

It wasn't cool.

There has to be a way to get Kelly
back on the donor list.

So, we what?

Bump someone to make way
for the train-smash kid

who's proven she can't be trusted?

She knows she screwed up.
She won't do it again.

Frankie, this is why
we don't get to make the call.

What, do you think I haven't
already gone in to bat for Kelly?

Well, what about altruistic donors?

Yeah, we were there the first time.

Mum, siblings - no-one's a match.

Dad?

He's the one
with the train-smash genes.

Well, was he tested
the first time round?

No.
Why not?

He's never in town long enough
to unpack his bags.

Right. So, technically,
he is an option if he was in town.

Well, follow that up.
I intend to.

What about some more coffee, Tanya?

George Gershwin.

He could smell burning rubber too.

He died on the table. Only 37.

No, it was 38.

Berger.

Any improvements?

Does it look like it?

I'm in the coffee queue again.

Well, we all have to pay our dues.

Not all of us, apparently.

My chances of specialising in renal
are evaporating.

Well, get off your arse
and fight for it.

You can't rely on me.

Yeah. That's what Mum always said.

So, we just have to strap
a magnet to your mum's chest.

It's pretty simple.

No more vasano?
No. No more devil.

But no more angel either.

Even when the bloody thing
doesn't go off,

Mum is always worried it's about to.

I understand.

I want you to live, Mama,

but I can't bear to see you suffer
like this.

Don't cry.

You'll make me cry too.

It's your decision, Mama.

And whatever you decide...
I'll support it.

How can I choose?

There's no rush.
Just take your time.

Talk it over
with the rest of your family.

We can speak again tomorrow.

I might bring the boss.
Thank you, doctor.

Of course.

You asked to see me?
Yeah.

Dr Bell, I have a project for you.

I want you to oversee
the root cause analysis

into Zoe Mendosa's death.

Surely there's someone
more qualified.

No-one that I can spare.

I can't do it.

The whole idea of an RCA

is to create an independent,
impartial review.

Precisely.

I knew Zoe.

I know the people involved
in the operation.

And the fact that you're concerned

confirms you're
the right person for the job.

One of them is my best friend.

Well, you'll have to limit
your interactions with her

over the period of the RCA.

We share a house.

And if I don't accept?

Well, I can't make you.

So, how long has she got?
That all depends.

What do I do?

Just talk to your daughter, Mr Reid.

Hey.

Look at you.

What are you doing here?
Did you call him?

Kels, I really need to talk to you.

Visiting hours are over.

Hey, listen to me for a moment,
Kels.

I know I haven't been the best dad.

Did she tell you I'm dying?

Is that why you're here?

Is that how hard it is for you?

Did you tell your mates at the pub
and get some sympathy from them,

maybe a round or two of beers?

I want to help you, Kels.

I wasn't here the first time around,
but I'm here now.

Just leave. I can't deal
with this right now.

You can have my kidney.

You can have them both, mate,
if it does the trick.

Now I get it.

This is your chance
to be the big hero.

Do you think you can
just walk through those doors

and everything will be alright
between us?

10 years, Dad.

10 years and not much more
than the odd phone call.

If you want to help, just go.

Go on. There's the door.
You know what to do.

I think we're
getting ahead of ourselves.

Why don't we just first see
if your dad is a match,

just so we know
what we're all dealing with

before making a snap decision?

Yeah.

Sounds OK to me?

May as well see if I've
got something to offer first,

hey, Kels?

Come on, then.
You're the sous-chef.

Get the bowls, get them ready.
Hello.

Aha! Just in the nick of time.
Welcome to Jonestown.

What is this?
Don't know.

The bugger won't give me
a straight answer.

Prof?
This, Tanya, is dinner.

Dad is behind the stove.

Come on.
Be afraid. Be very afraid.

Enough.
Um, I ate dinner at the office.

I'm afraid this is compulsory, Tanya.

Why?
It's an experiment.

Humour me.

Indulge him. It's easier if you do.

Here we go.

What do you think?
It's good.

It's... it's a little rich.

That'll be the bone marrow.

Don't give up your day job, boss.

I don't intend to.

That's enough.

Thanks.

It's beautiful. I don't know
what you're all going on about.

Again? Really, Chad?

He has it on high rotation.
No dissing the Gersh.

500 operas, a squillion musicals.

He checked out at 38.

Bloody genius.
See, that's the thing.

When you got to go, you got to go.

It should be a rule.
No hospital care after 70?

Seconded.
Thank you.

Careful, Dad. You're nudging 70.

I am in my 50s, young lady,
and that is the new 30,

so I'm going to be around
for a long time.

When you feel the urge, Frankie,

could you pee in the bottle?

Just pee in the bottle.

Come on. Come on.

No. Dancing?

Eugh!

Hiya. Didn't hear you come in.

You OK?

Steele has put me in charge
of the root cause analysis

into Zoe Mendosa's death.

What?

I didn't have any say in the matter.

Well, you could've said no.

He made it pretty clear
that I could kiss goodbye

any chance of a future.

So, this is about your career?

Lou, even this
I'm not supposed to discuss.

I told you about that operation
in confidence.

When we're in this house, we just
can't talk about the operation

or anything to do with
the investigation.

You know, I walk in the door,
I'm just Frankie.

And if or... when
I have to interview you,

it will be the hospital talking,
not me.

OK?

OK.

Should we see if Tabb
has left us any food?

Yeah, he will have.

Make the perfect husband.
One of us should marry him.

So, with regards
to Daniel Casey,

Mitri rejected him on the
grounds he's a surgical risk?

Now, his condition is worsening.

Diuretics alone
aren't going to help him.

He needs surgery to fix this valve.

Well, speak with Mitri again.

Impress upon him
the urgency of the situation.

Yes, sir.
Is that it?

I'm teeing off in 45 minutes.

You remember Chrissy Ropolous?

She's had 17 bouts of VT
in the past fortnight.

Now, she and I
had a little chat yesterday

about the possibility of having
her defibrillator deactivated.

Who put that idea in her head?

I did. Listen, Rupe.

Her overall health is deteriorating.

She's highly distressed.
Her quality of life is shit.

She's alive.
I know.

She's one of your first
AIDC patients.

She was a big success story
for the hospital

and for you personally.

That was 10 years ago, Rupe.

She's not the woman she once was.

Chrissy?

I heard you were in.
Thought I'd come and say hello.

How are you?
I'm going. I'm still going.

Eli told me
that you weren't very well.

I'm sorry to hear that.
That's no good.

You know, I remember the first
time that you came and saw me.

How long ago was that now?

10 years.

10 years? How time has flown.

You were in bad shape back then.
Do you remember?

Your family were all worried
you weren't going to make it.

Then we stuck that bloody thing in...

...and look at you now.

How many grandkids
do you have now, Chrissy?

Six.
Six?

Not all mine, thank God.

Well, you must be so proud.

It must be wonderful
watching them all grow up.

Do you still bake that festive bread?

What was it called?

Tsoureki.
Tsoureki.

I bake the best.
You do.

Your family
are very lucky to have you.

Hang in there.

You're doing very well.

Thank you, Doctor.

Dad's results came through.

You alright to tell them?

Yep. Thanks.

Pam came up with it.
We call her Tors for short.

She looks a bit like you?
Yeah.

Jim. We got your results.

You're not compatible.

What do you mean, not compatible?
I'm her dad.

I'm really sorry.

I know it's not the news
that you wanted to hear.

Guess you're off the hook.

Well, where is she, then?
It just doesn't make any sense.

Her bed is... Frankie! Frankie!

I need your help.
I've got a missing patient.

Of course you do. What's their name?

Chrissy Ropolous.
She's a cardio patient.

I know her.
Did you check the bathroom?

Yeah, yeah, of course.
OK. Well, call security.

Wait, wait. What's going on?

Chrissy's done a runner.

Have you checked the fire stairs?

Sometimes elderly patients
get disoriented.

It's worth a look.

Hello?

Chrissy?
Shh, shh, shh.

Chrissy?

Chrissy!

Pulse is slow.

Hey, hey. Hey, you're not in VT.

Listen, Chrissy. You're not in VT.

It's just... it's just
a panic attack. You understand?

Hey, hey.

Hey, come here. Come here.

I've got you. It's OK.

Are you OK?

I'm OK.

Why didn't you tell Dr Steele

you wanted your defibrillator
switched off?

He's nice man.

Good doctor.

He keep me alive for 10 years.

He's very proud for this.
Yep.

I cannot be ungrateful.

But it's your body, Chrissy.

Your decision.

I don't want to die...

...but I don't want this thing
to go off anymore.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Hey!

You used me as a guinea pig.

Technically,
you agreed to the experiment

when you accepted the specimen jar.

No, no, no. I didn't.

Well, I didn't know
it would affect my kidney.

You've got to stay away
from bone soup, Frankie.

Marrow causes an unwanted spike
in creatinine levels...

Yeah.
..we now know.

But only in transplant patients.

Normal kidney, nothing.

Tanya and Eli's results were fine.

Mr Moon, our Chinese patient,

had consumed several large bowls
of longevity soup

at Grand Century restaurant.

Very heavy on the marrow,
the old longevity soup.

You had no right
to mess with my body.

I didn't know what I was proving
until I'd proven it.

Hey, don't worry.
It's perfectly harmless.

Your creatinine levels will be
back to normal within 24 hours.

Whoa. You should be pleased.

This is a world first.

No-one has ever made the connection

between marrow
and creatinine levels before.

I just got those patient results
you asked for earlier.

Yeah. Thanks, Eli.
Put them on the desk, will you?

And, Eli,
could you do me a favour?

You see the bottle of wine
in Dr Bell's hand?

Could you tell me
what the label says?

Sure.

It says merlot, boss.
That's OK.

If it was the pinot,
I'd be worried.

Thanks, Eli.

Good luck.

You think this is funny?

You'd have laughed at this
a month ago.

What's happened to
your sense of humour?

You lied to me.

You told me that your family knew.

Yes, I did...

...and they don't.

Because if they did know,
then they'd behave like you.

I want my kids to groan
when I tell dad jokes,

not laugh because I'm Mr Sick Guy.

OK, you bloody pest!

Yes?

You paged me
and you said it was important.

It is.

This is the best margherita pizza
outside of Naples.

Come on. Have you even eaten today?

No.

So, eat.

Come on.

Sometimes we need to
take a minute for ourselves

just to stay sane in this place.

It's not for everybody.

What are we doing here?

We save the ones that we shouldn't

and we can't save the ones
that we should.

Simple answer?

I guess you're just
not a very good doctor.

Hey, hey.

I'll get it.

You stay. Eat.

So, what did Lee say?

Well, she thought it'd be risky,
but she didn't stop it.

There's no way.
I mean, he's too fat.

I mean, even if he does
survive the operation,

the chances of the wound healing
are...

I'm afraid he's a dead man walking.

Or not walking, as the case may be.

Hey, I'm here. I can hear you.
Quit the fat jokes.

Whatever.

Mitri had the same reactio, so...

What, Mitri refused to operate?

Yeah.
That pussy.

There's no way
that we can keyhole this

'cause there's too much fat
to get through,

but I think what we could do is

go through the sternum...

The patient with the DSAs
to his wife.

What was his name?
Something Scandinavian.

Harold Rasmussen.
Yes!

How could I forget a name
like that?

Don't just stand there.
Get his file.

So...

...I reckon... Here.

He was AB, pretty sure.

B to the B. You see?

Yes.

Boom. All I need now
is the O+ to go with the AB.

We won't have Os.
We'd have used them.

Then ring around. Find one.

Berger, what are you doing?

Frankie, just do it.

Ring Melbourne,
bloody Brisbane, Darwin.

Just get me that O+.

As you know, your dad isn't
a good match for you, Kelly.

But there is someone in
the same situation as you who...

...well, for whom
he is a potential match.

So, you're asking me to donate
my kidney to some stranger?

Frankie?

This is Kelly.

And she needs a kidney

and she has a donor.

But you're not a match
because of your blood type.

Here's another patient -

we'll call them Patient X -
and they're in the same situation.

They have a donor,
but are not a match.

But donor X is a potential match

for another patient that we have.

We'll call them Patient Y, and...

And Donor Y is a match for Kelly.

And Jim is a potential match
for Patient X.

So, that's the Dummies version,
the bare idea.

There's a whole long process
of screening and testing

and a discussion
that needs to happen first,

but in theory,
everyone walks home happy.

What if someone pulls out?

Let's say I give them my kidney

and then they don't stick
to their end of the deal.

What happens then?

This is an exercise in trust, Jim.

Sometimes you just have
to believe in people.

OK.

It's OK.

This is a bloody massive exercise
in logistics.

Between this and the RCA,

your feet aren't going to
touch the ground.

But that's probably music
to your ears.

You really think that we can do this?

You just watch me.

I've seen a lot of people die
in this place, Frankie,

and, um, I've been with them
in their final moments.

And they all, without fail...

...talk not about
what they did in their life.

They talk about
who they did it with.

I'm just so glad...

...that it's you by my side.

Yeah?

We need the bigger cuff.

Um, that's it.

Prep an arterial.

Daniel, we're going to put
an arterial line in

to measure your blood pressure, OK?

We just don't have
the right size cuff for you.

Nothing here fits.
Try shopping for clothes.

Am I going to be covered up?

Yeah, of course.

You're going to be fine.

You never say that, yeah?
You don't know that.

What are you doing here?

Last look around. Little souvenir.

I'm going to miss you, Maggie.

Well, enjoy your retirement.

Don't choke on any golf balls,
will you?

You know you haven't got it.

Choke on a golf ball?

Hey, boss. You up?

I want everyone on their toes today.

No slip-ups
or I'll cut your legs off.

Right. Princess, you're ringside.
Gown, now!

Alright, take off the aortic clamp.

How are the numbers, Lee?
Acceptable.

Alright. Let's decannulate.

So, you do the venous.

I'll do the aortic. That's it. Go.

Go off-bypass.
OK.

Off-bypass.

Transfuse whatever's left
in the venous reservoir.

Alright. Now, do you want to
decannulate the aorta?

Well, yes or no?
Would you like to decannulate?

Yes, I would.
OK.

So, pick that up. Gently remove.

That's it. Remove that tube...

...while we gently pull
on the sutures.

Great. That's it.

He's tachycardic.
What? Why?

He's waking up.
Well, how did that happen?

Well, I'm dosing him
based on his lean weight.

I mean, how am I supposed
to figure out...

You're here to keep him asleep.
That's what you're here to do.

OK. Just give me a second.
You don't have a second.

How about now?
94 over 58.

Heart rate is up a bit. 104.

Hurry up, Lee!

Come on, come on.

Lee?
95 over 51.

Heart rate is 112, so that's 97%.

Is it fixed yet?

He's holding.

OK.

Shit.

Hey, boss?
I think we're good.

Right to close...

Boss? It's good.
It's resolved.

Boss?

Jesus Christ.
Dr Cutter?

OK. Let's close the fat man.

He's lucky I'm so good at my job.

Operation is a success.
Buy you a beer?

Maybe we should go
somewhere else.

No. Screw them.
I didn't mean that literally.

What can I get you?

Hi. Can we have, two scotches?

Double. No ice.

I think he's a bit young for you.

I'd hope so. He's my son.

My... I didn't know you had a...

No, it wasn't a turkey baster
and, yes, I have a husband.

Well, we all thought that...
What? I was a surgical nun?

You said you can't be a surgeon
and have kids,

and now I find out that you...
I never said that.

Yes. Yes, you did.

You said, "Forget surgery.
Move to Byron and have babies."

You said that.
I didn't mean that you can't.

But you have to be really,
really sure you want it.

That's all. I mean, look.

Your life has to be calibrated
like a Swiss watch, alright?

You need a good partner,
family around you.

Because if you don't, well,
something's got to give

and then the only time
you ever get to see them

is when you stalk their posts.

So... are you going to come clean?

I'm sorry?
You know what I mean.

In theatre.
I know something happened.

I know you're holding out on me.

Cheers.
Cheers.

Do you know what
they're celebrating over there?

Mitri is being promoted
to head of surgery.

Yep. That's right.

So, it's time for you to decide

just what side you're on, princess.

Maggie,

I think you'll find you've
come in through the wrong door.

I've had the promise of that job
hanging over my head

for the last decade.

And then the old fart retires
and you give it to Mitri.

Now, that job was mine. I deserve it.

I agree.

I'm the better surgeon.
Everything you say is true.

Then what the fuck?

You're a loose cannon, Maggie,
and you're volatile.

If the board is having second
thoughts, that would be why.

So, Mitri screws up
and you promote him

because I'm the loose cannon?

The decision has not been made yet.

Mitri might think he's got it,

Mack might think
he's passing it on,

but it is not Mack's call.

And I still have an RCA that
needs to run its course first.

Look, head of surgery
is largely administration.

It's going to take you
away from the table.

Stick you in an office.
You'll hate it.

Who are you to choose
what I can and can't do?

You're just a cock in a suit.

Get you into my golf club
next, hey? Scammer?

Boss.
Don't think I won't.

Thanks for always looking after me,
hey?

You're my eyes and ears
in that place now, son.

Congratulations.
You da man.

You're drunk.
Well, a little.

Why don't you sit down?

Um, no. I'm gonna... I'm gonna go.
I'll give you a lift.

No, that's fine. Thank you.

Come on. I'll take you home.
Thanks.

Why 'Scammer'?

I'm the Nigerian scammer.

It's just his dumb-arse
sense of humour.

God.

He calls Maya
the Pakistani terrorist.

Doesn't mean anything.
Yeah, it does.

Look, Mack's my boss,

and he's pushing me
for the head of surgery, so...

So, you're expected
to take all his shit?

Hey.

Lou, Lou, we need to talk.

It's about Frankie Bell.

You've heard about the RCA.

How well do you know her?

You know Frankie and I are friends.

That's what this is about.

You're trying to fucking
screw me into silence?

No, no. You're reading me all wrong.
Am I?

I'm not that guy.

Admit it. You're trying
to protect your arse.

I don't need to.

I didn't miss a stitch.
How would you know?

If I start second-guessing
every move I make,

how can I ever operate.

You want to be a surgeon?

You want to cut people open?
Take parts of their body out?

You have to believe in yourself.

I feel sick.

I didn't miss a stitch.

I didn't miss a stitch.

You're hurting me.

You're hurting...

Hey, hey.

You want me to do
a needle decompression?

I haven't done one.

Then it's time you did.
Get the trapped air out ASAP.

Jesus, Lou. Did he do that?

His eyes are so cold.
Report him.

That would be an act of
career suicide.

I won't help you go after Mitri.

RCAs don't target individuals.
You are naive.

You're going to be presenting to
the biggest names in nephrology.

PCP is a life-threatening
lung infection.

And transplant recipients
are the most vulnerable.

I'm calling Berger.
No.

My sputum came back negative.
I just need a flu tablet.

At 42 degrees,

your organs will suffer damage
that may well be irreparable.