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MAN: We'd like you to serve your year of atonement

as a general practitioner in the town of Whyhope.

-(MAGPIE SHRIEKS) -Oh!

Our golden boy Hugh is back.

He's one of the top heart surgeons in the country.

Also 'Cleo's Bachelor of the Year in 2012.

-Yes! -You have really lovely eyes.

All the better to see through your bullshit.

-Oh! -CHARLIE: Matt's a jealous guy.

-He's gonna think stuff. -HUGH: Like what?

You're gonna let me make sweet love to you?

We're happy, Hugh.

Is there much that would keep you in Whyhope?

No. Nothing.

Well, how about Penny leaving? Oh, shit.

-What, you like her? -What?

-Are you jealous? -Oh, my God, no.

Gonna clear my head for a bit.

You could clear yours while I'm gone.

But you know what? You can't - that's the whole thing.

I'll call you.

Do you have an appointment?

I'm Dr Cartwright's replacement.

Do I need an appointment, lanky?

You can't put this whole hospital at risk

because of this woman.

-What's wrong? -My hand works.

Oh! That's great.

HUGH: I had to tell you.

About your hand?

(LAIDBACK MUSIC)

HUGH: Every genius has his day.

Today is mine.

All hail me.

-What's wrong? -A stinger got me.

I asked some people to pee on me,

but no-one would.

All the good traditions are being lost.

-What? -Doesn't matter.

Let's go. Hot shower.

FLOYD: It's amazing you made a heart to go in a real person.

HUGH: It is amazing.

Could you win the Nobel prize?

Oh, it's highly unlikely,

but, um, not entirely impossible.

PENNY: Hope the couch was OK.

Aren't you the thoughtful houseguest!

I drank all your milk and I broke a plate.

Sort of thoughtful, then.

-Big day! -Big day.

-Are you nervous? -Nerves are for the unprepared.

I just wish I was putting it in.

HUGH: Um...

You wanna get dinner with me tonight?

Sure. I'd love to.

Eight o'clock. On me.

Do I have to go to school?

This is a severe injury

and a doctor's note shouldn't be a problem, right?

HAYLEY: The Lady Mayor of Whyhope.

This won't do.

Uh! It's the traditional mayoral robe.

It smells like moths have been fornicating in it.

I had it dry-cleaned.

Well, it's drab and it's old-fashioned -

that's not the message we want to send, Hayley.

This inauguration needs to put a stamp on my administration

as dynamic and colourful.

AJAX: Why not purple, Mum?

Better! Purple's dynamic.

And a local floral motif. Maybe a hood?

-That's dramatic. -Like Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Let's sketch something and get Jennifer to knock something up.

It's my crowning achievement.

-You want a crown, Meryl? -That's too much.

But when you look at me, imagine I'm wearing one.

Always do.

Lady Mayor.

By 11 votes.

11 blessed souls who had a vision for the future.

(CHUCKLES)

(LAIDBACK MUSIC)

(MOBILE RINGS)

(MOANS)

CHARLIE: Matt.

This is the last time I'm calling.

I know I've said that a few dozen times.

It may be losing its power.

But you need to answer me.

You've had four weeks to clear your head.

We need to talk.

You've made your point.

I love you.

Just come home.

(YELLS) I'm not even angry!

CHARLIE: I know I'm yelling,

but imagine all this without the yelling.

(MATT SIGHS)

(THEME MUSIC)

SONG: I I'm going up the country

♪ Babe, don't you wanna go?

♪ I'm going up the country

♪ Babe, don't you wanna go?

♪ I'm going someplace where I've never been before

♪ I'll leave this city

♪ I've got to get away

I I'm gonna leave this city

♪ I've got to get away

♪ All this fussin' and fightin'

♪ Man, you know I sure can't stay. ♪

(HEART MONITOR BEEPS STEADILY)

How's that arterial pressure?

We're live streaming to investors. Don't distract her.

SURGEON: OK, let's introduce his own blood flow.

Taking him off bypass.

NURSE: Restoring perfusion.

SURGEON: Obs look good.

It's pumping. Let's join the pulmonary arteries.

NURSE: Bypass removed.

SURGEON: Heart looks good.

SURGEON: But the blood flow - arterial pressure's a bit low.

-Uh, you're leaking blood. -SURGEON: What?

You've got a bleed. I can see it.

ANAESTHETIST: BP dropping. 92 over 46.

SURGEON: The sutures have burst on the aortic anastomosis.

-Fuck! -Alright, get him on bypass.

ANAESTHETIST: BP 87 over 43.

Now.

Hey! Hey!

SURGEON: Get the bypass back on - fast.

ANAESTHETIST: 41 over 20.

-You, gown and gloves. -NURSE: Here you are.

Just doing you up.

Don't worry about that. Gloves, gloves.

-ANAESTHETIST: No recordable BP. -SURGEON: Shit!

-(HEART MONITOR DRONES) -ANAESTHETIST: He's gone.

(SIGHS)

PENNY: Hi. It's me.

I guess you're drunk somewhere,

living it up and forgot about dinner.

PENNY: I forgot too.

So I stood you up.

Just so you know.

(BABY CRIES NEARBY)

(INSECT CHIRPS, DOG BARKS)

Any word?

MERYL: Hugh said these transplant operations

can take up to 12 hours.

-She means Matt. -Not a peep. Matt's fine.

Well, how do you know if there's not a peep?

MERYL: Today not a peep.

He texted yesterday and said he was fine.

Great.

Men may fall out with their wives,

but a mother's bond is always sacred.

(SIGHS)

What do I do, Meryl?

Well, firstly, are you really trying

to get him back, Charlotte?

I text him every day, "I love you. Come back."

I ring, leaving begging messages.

Well, I know a nice little Indian man from Optus

that does that for me every day

trying to get me to change phone plans.

-I still haven't. -Your point?

Women were given wiles for a reason.

You think I just walked up to Jim

and I said, "I love you"?

No!

I was underhanded and devious.

You what?

When you're good they don't even know it happens.

They think it was their choice. It keeps them feeling virile.

Don't wanna castrate the bull

while you're trying to corral him.

-So I should...? -Up your game.

-How? -Love has no limits, Charlie.

If it does, it's not love.

-(GENTLE GUITAR MUSIC) -(BIRDSONG)

HUGH: Hi.

Clearly, I'm late for dinner.

Sorry. Um, something happened.

(SIGHS) So...I'm sorry.

Um... 'Bye.

(SIGHS)

You ringing your girlfriend?

How nice that you screwed up my life

and now you're playing footsies with Penny.

I should warn her - "There destruction lies.”

Good morning to you.

I didn't think you'd be down here. It's too early for you.

I don't sleep well without Matt there.

Still not back?

He will be. I have a plan.

And you can't be here. Go.

Well, good for you.

‘Bye.

Shit. Sorry. How did it go? The transplant?

Great.

What's ‘great'?

Yeah, it's a...process.

But, um... I'll leave you to it.

-Have you been up to the house? -No.

They're all on tenterhooks about how it went.

OK. Thanks.

See ya.

(QUIRKY MUSIC)

Hi, darling.

I thought I'd show you what you were missing.

Morning, sweetheart. How are you?

I got your video.

Did you see the starlings? How pretty were they?

-Who filmed this? -No-one! I set it up on a stand.

It's supposed to show you what you're missing.

How's your jealousy going? Other than ridiculously.

-A stand? -Just come home, Matt.

Talk to me, sort this out.

Yeah, no. No, I'm still a bit confused.

And I haven't finished reading all the Harry Potters.

Well, let me come to you, then. Where are you?

-I'll call you. -Just tell me where you...

-(LINE BEEPS) -.are.

Ugh!

BETTY: Hugh! How did it go?

What? The... Oh, uh, great.

Uh, you know, it's a process.

Ups and downs. Nothing's certain.

-It's so exciting! -No time to rest on...

I can't believe I was a small part

in saving millions of lives.

Yes, you were. Good.

Well, send patients, if you must.

But...no talking. (WHISPERS) I'm hung-over.

Celebrating, as you should.

-OK, but just one thing. -(SIGHS) No.

-There's a ram in your office. -(RAM BLEATS)

-BETTY: WAS in your office. -(RAM BLEATS)

BETTY: We need to talk about Nora.

I don't need to do anything

except do my rostered hours and go home.

BETTY: She's a nightmare. The staff hate her.

She's erratic, and I don't feel she's a true healer.

No-one said you had to like her.

But more importantly,

she does have to like me so that I can leave in...

-What's that? -It's a countdown clock.

Got it at the airport. Yes.

Nora just has to love me for

149 days, 7 hours and 12 minutes.

I can do that.

And then I can go to Sydney.

Oh, I see. For Penny.

No. For my life. My career.

-(RAM BLEATS) -What's left of it.

-There's a sheep in the... -It's a ram, not a sheep.

Dr Knight, Penny and I had

a five-star hygiene rating, the best in the state.

Now, we are, at best, four and a half.

Dr Gumbleton has this place in disarray,

and her disorder is like a cancer

infecting others, spreading.

OK, Ken, well, why don't you

leave a memo on my desk that I won't read.

-l miss Penny. -Dr Knight?

Hugh, this is Mia, Aoife's replacement.

Mia Halston.

(RAM BLEATS)

What, that visa thing was real?

Nora missed the deadline to sign her papers.

Aoife may well be on Manus Island.

She's not. She just had to go back to Dublin.

Sorry, Dr Gumbleton needs Dr Knight.

(SIGHS) What does she want?

She's not really one for giving insights into her thinking

and I'm not really one for asking.

-(MOANS PAINFULLY) -Don't push till I say.

(TUTS) Finish this, will you?

I can't bear childbirth. All that whining!

-(WOMAN MOANS) -Sure.

-Um... -You look like shit.

(SCREAMS)

I said, don't push.

No genius, this one. I fear for the kid, frankly.

OK, uh, Harriet.

I'm Hugh, and you are gonna be fine.

I'm just going to examine you to see how far along you are.

This may be a touch cold.

And I would say that...

..you are 10 centimetres dilated.

You are gonna have a baby.

-She's crowning. -(HARRIET MOANS)

Alright. Here we go.

-(SCREAMS) -Alright.

-Give one big push for me. -(SCREAMS)

That's it. Mia, you wanna catch?

-OK. -Come on.

-Of course. No problem. -That's it.

(MOANS)

And just supporting the head there.

-Good. First baby? -(HARRIET GRUNTS)

-First job? -Yes. (CHUCKLES)

You'll be fine.

One more big push.

-HUGH: There we go. -Ahhh!

HUGH: And...a little boy!

-Oh! Oh! -(BABY CRIES)

-Well done. -Caught a baby. Not that hard.

-(HARRIET SCREAMS) -What's wrong?

-Crowning again. -(HARRIET MOANS)

-Twins. -Really?!

What, you haven't been scanned?

It's hard to get into town! (SCREAMS)

Alright, Ken. Another crib, quick.

Oh! Oh, oh...

(SCREAMS)

It's another boy.

Just clamp and cut.

Here we go.

-Well done. There we go. -Oh! (CHUCKLES)

Just gonna take bubba for a second.

HUGH: OK. Mia.

Meconium in his mouth. Just suction that out.

-Where's Ken? Ken. -There's another one.

-She's crowning again. -Shit. OK. Triplets.

-(MOANS) -Alright.

Here we go. Keep that bottom down for me.

That's it. That's it. -(SCREAMS)

-Here we go. -(SCREAMS)

-Oh! It's a little girl. (BOTH LAUGH)

HUGH: Oh!

Can't hear crying, Mia. What's going on over there?

(BABY CRIES)

Are you crying?

No, I'm not. I'm a professional.

It's a very messy thing, isn't it? (LAUGHS)

Alright. Well done.

-(HARRIET LAUGHS) -All OK.

Thank you.

We've got to give you an injection

to help you deliver the placenta, OK?

Can you get your ram out of the wards, please?

It's not my ram.

Did it sound like I was starting a conversation?

We need streamers in our colours.

And should the chairs be in a heart shape?

That's heaps weird.

We're trying to be different.

What if Mum was in the centre

and everyone was sort of around her?

-Like Akela at Cubs. -Hmm!

Very town hall. Like Obama did.

Although she might not like

being at the same level as everyone else.

Uh, we need more chairs. I'll get them. You start.

Oh, dear.

I guess they forgot to count them.

We should call the Electoral Commission,

shouldn't we?

-That's one way to go, yes. -(SIGHS)

I know you only won by 11 votes, but...

Do we know what booth they came from?

Uh, don't know.

WMC.

Whyhope Men's Club. That's Rod's cronies.

Oh.

Well, what if we just leave them here

and let God's will take place.

Maybe no-one ever finds them.

God's will is not always kind to the just, Hayley.

I know, but his plan is always good in the end, Meryl.

Yeah, long-term of course.

But in the short-term, this town needs me.

It's illegal to touch them.

-Do we know that? -MAN: Hello?

(WHISPERS) Shit. It's Rod.

MERYL: Oh!

Rod!

Why are the chairs in a circle?

Is this an inauguration or Scouts?

Oh, and I left some condoms in the mayoral robe.

Oh, and how responsible of you

not to spread your genetics into the world, Rod.

(ROD SCOFFS LIGHTLY)

Your big day, eh?

Indeed.

A new page turns for our town.

11 votes.

I'm going back to the office. Let's walk.

I need a favour.

I...I need you to support

my titty-bar plan.

Your what?

It's gonna bring a lot of money into the town.

We're going to call it the Pretty Titty.

-What do you think? -(DOOR OPENS)

(QUIRKY MUSIC)

(CART RATTLES, BELLS JINGLE)

Needs to go back in storage.

AJAX: Dad, you look a little tired.

Nah, I'm fine.

Let me drive.

No! You're too careful. It's annoying.

You know what you drive like?

You drive... Oh. Oh!

AJAX: How is the fact I don't put your... Whoa!

Hey! Dad! Dad, Dad. Dad!

(AJAX HONKS HORN REPEATEDLY)

Can someone help?!

(JIM MOANS SOFTLY)

OK, your file says...

AJAX: He has these transfusions.

Uh, Hugh Knight, he's my brother.

He's my dad, but he's my real dad.

Just, uh... Anyway, we should call Hugh.

OK, motor mouth, relax.

I've hooked him up. He will be fine.

Great.

OK. OK, yeah.

-You're Hugh's son? -Yep.

Didn't get the handsome gene, did you?

NORA: O neg running through.

He'll be up and about in no time.

-AJAX: Alright. -Bit of a silver fox, this one.

-Hi. -G'day, tiger.

-Hey. -Yeah.

No-one should know about this, alright?

OK.

Ohhh, no, no, no, no.

TUGGER: Oh, hi.

(TUGGER GRUNTS)

Hi, Hayley.

Tugger! Hi!

Big roo. Dead? Looks dead. Oh, of course it's dead.

Are you well? You look well.

-Are...are you OK? -Mm-hm! (GIGGLES)

HAYLEY: The Lord is my shepherd.

There is nothing I should want.

The Lord is my shepherd. There is nothing I should want.

(HAYLEY BREATHES SHAKILY, GULPS)

The Lord is my shepherd. There is nothing I should want.

The Lord is my shepherd...

Nice work getting them out of there. You're praying.

(SIGHS) For guidance.

It's not really working, though.

I think I may be having a panic attack instead.

It'll be fine. Just take a deep breath.

(BREATHES IN AND OUT DEEPLY)

I shouldn't have moved them.

It's illegal to handle them if you're not an AEC official.

I googled it on the way.

Meryl, I know it might cost you the election,

but we need to hand these in.

It's too late for that today.

Come on, let's sleep on it.

Can we talk about Nora?

No, we can't.

You can all handle your own problems.

-I remember you. -Mmm.

You look vaguely familiar too.

Still Room 177?

You'd have to knock and find out.

Really?

Really.

See you tomorrow.

KEN: My concern is standards of paperwork are not being filed

or filled in properly or punctually.

Who's the main culprit?

Well...mostly you.

I bet you're efficient in the sack, Ken.

What?!

I bet you know all the right moves

and you execute them with detail and precision.

I don't think this is appropriate.

Don't play games with me, Ken.

You bring up sex, and then you retreat.

-l didn't bring... -Getting me all riled up.

Toying with me.

I have had yellow fever before.

Worked in Singapore and was entertaining the locals

most nights of the week, if you get my drift.

I'm not...

I just need signatures.

Sure. Where?

There.

There.

-And right there. -Oh!

You've got my address on file. Key's under the mat.

And bring some energy drinks because I don't stop.

(SLAPS BOTTOM) -Oh!

PENNY ON PHONE: I heard what happened. You OK?

HUGH: Four years of my life,

my one shot at immortality up in smoke.

And worse, a man lost the last three months of his life,

so...couldn't be better, really.

He knew the risks.

God...

I actually can't even talk about it.

PENNY: Which means you need to.

I thought maybe you could have talked to me.

Yes, so did I.

It's just that I was already drunk on a plane.

-MAN: Hey. -PENNY: Oh!

HUGH: Uh, who's that?

-TOKE: Oh, hey, man. -Man?

TOKE: Hey, your front door was ajar.

Can't do that in the city, country girl.

Oh, it's supposed to just close behind me. Are you early?

Always. It's a bad habit from my army days.

-You should know that about me. -HUGH: Uh, still here.

Hey, I know you. You're Dr Knight.

TOKE: Hey, I'm sorry about your op.

I was watching. I was one of the residents.

And that was harsh, my friend.

And you actually came to talk to us in med school.

Pretty sure you were drunk.

Yes, well, that's probably a safe bet.

-(CAPTURES SCREENSHOT) -TOKE: Yeah.

OK!

Well, introduction's done.

And we're...we're late. I'll meet you down the front.

OK. (LAUGHS AWKWARDLY)

-I've got to go. -OK, I've got to go.

-(QUIRKY MUSIC) -(BIRDSONG)

So is it a fling or is it a thing?

You don't know.

Penny, you know which...

BETTY: I have to go.

Nora sexually harassed Ken.

Well, he's a handsome man. She's only human.

He's shaken.

Betty, there are proper channels. I am not one of them.

I'm sure he has a form.

Well, he's too scared to.

This obviously means a lot to you.

It does. Thank you.

So best you handle it by yourself.

MIA: Dr Knight.

MIA: It's the mother of the triplets.

She rang, she's been experiencing

bleeding and cramps, So I told her to come in.

I started getting incredible cramps and bleeding.

I thought maybe it was normal because of so many...

No, it's not.

I've got AB blood. I'm running a line.

Thank you. I'm just gonna press down on your abdomen here.

(WHIMPERS)

And here.

(SOBS)

OK, Harriet,

symptoms suggest that you have retained placenta,

i.e., some of it is still stuck to the wall

even though the rest has come away.

I thought that mean doctor checked it.

She did.

Well, unfortunately, doctors are human

and sometimes make mistakes.

Her blood's in.

You're gonna be fine, Harriet.

Alright? We got this. Fist-bump me.

Ah, she doesn't... Mm-hm.

We got this, alright?

-Alright. -You bet we have.

What happened to the old hand there?

Some lawn bowlers tried to take my park.

-I had to get physical. -Oh.

Ah, the, um, triplets' mother came back in.

Retained placenta.

Ah, well, can't notice everything.

-Drained it. -Shot.

Anyway, just thought you'd wanna know.

(CHUCKLES) About what?

The retained placenta that you missed.

If I were to trawl through all your cases from the last month,

I'd probably find something

to put in this month's report about you, wouldn't 1?

It's an imperfect world.

Stones, glasshouses, if you get my drift.

Oh, crystal-clear drift.

Check the beer levels?

Yeah, you've got about a third left.

Probably a week's worth.

-Do you know how to make it? -Me? Make it?

I'm sure Matt would rather I shut it down

than serve anything but his perfection in a glass.

Yeah, he's pretty obsessive about it, huh.

Indeed he is.

Whoops!

(CHARLIE DIALS PHONE)

Hi, darling. I just wanted to tell you I miss you.

I'll wait forever.

Oh, and we're nearly out of beer if you care anymore.

But don't worry, I'm gonna brew some up myself.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

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

(QUIRKY MUSIC)

(INHALES DEEPLY)

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

(LAIDBACK MUSIC)

SONG: ♪ Darling, you're with me

♪ Always around me

-♪ Only love, only love... J ♪ -(MACHINERY WHIRRS)

♪ Darling, I feel you under my body

♪ Only love, only love

♪ Give me shelter

♪ Or show me heart

♪ Come on, love Come on, love

I Watch me fall apart Watch me fall apart

& And I'll be yours to keep

♪ Wind in the shadow A whale song in the deep... ♪

(SIGHS)

& Wind in the shadow A whale song in the deep

♪ Darling, you're with me

♪ Always around me

♪ Only love, only love

♪ Darling, I feel you under my body... ♪

-CHARLIE: No. -> Mmm... ♪

-No, no, no, no. -♪ Darling, you're with me

♪ Forever and always. ♪

(BOTH MOAN AND BREATHE HEAVILY)

(HUGH LAUGHS)

(BOTH SIGH HAPPILY)

Yeah.

-That was amazing. -(LAUGHS)

Ah! I'd forgotten how good it is.

What?

Having sex with someone you don't care about.

Oh, that's really sweet. Thank you.

-What? Oh. (LAUGHS)

Sorry. I mean, 1...I like you.

I'm joking. It's fine.

I completely agree.

So, does that mean you've just come out of a relationship?

(SIGHS) No.

No.

Just come out of...thinking about a relationship.

Sort of.

-(KNOCK AT DOOR) -Breakfast.

You know, I love those little trays.

You know, the tiny boxes of Rice Bubbles.

-(WOMAN CHUCKLES) -True.

Ah, God, it's been years.

(SIGHS)

(GROANS)

-JIM: Hayley. -HAYLEY: Yes, Jim?

Something terrible is coming.

What do you mean?

I just woke up knowing something bad is going to happen.

I just know it.

Is it hot in here? Is it hot?

Do you think God is angry?

I think I have to find my sons.

So, what, you've been here the whole time?

No. First few weeks, I was camping up north.

It was great. No farm, no family.

And then I was on my way back home and didn't quite make it.

The owner Kev's a mate.

Kept me in pizzas. He hid the truck.

No locals come here.

So what happened?

I thought I'd cleared my head,

then the closer I got to home, I got a bit paranoid.

I mean, what if I walked in and you were with her?

-Matt... -l know.

Plus, it's been fun to drive her crazy.

It's like we're flirting again. It's crazy.

You build your whole life around someone saying they love ya.

That is madness.

That's all I wanna do.

And that's all she wants. So go home.

I can't have any more failure and catastrophe on my head.

What other failure?

My hand, career...

Artificial heart. It's over.

Four years of my life. My legacy.

That failed?

Well, that makes me feel a little bit better.

I'm glad I could help.

I gotta roll.

Ah, well, I'll...

LTT call you.

Oh, please don't. I'll just see you next time.

HUGH: See, I like her attitude.

I was once like that - happy.

-HUGH: Shit. Dad! -Dad, how'd you know I was here?

I saw your ute a week ago, but I don't rat out my own.

(PANTS) We...we have to stop it happening.

-HUGH: Come here. Come here. -What happening? What?

Something's coming

and I don't know what it is.

JIM: Something terrible.

We should...we should get Ajax.

-Is he OK? -He's running a fever. Hey.

I'm tired. I'm just really, really sad.

And I don't know why. I mean, it's a nice day.

-(TENSE MUSIC) -(RETCHES)

Alright, what's going on? What's wrong with him?

JIM: I should...

-HUGH: Get him in the ute. -MATT: OK.

HUGH: Mia.

Low BP. Fever. Breathing difficulty.

Give him oxygen. I'll get a line in.

-MIA: On it. -Is he having a stroke?

-JIM: Something's bad. -Alright, grab his chart for me.

-He has myelodysplasia. -He what?

-It's a blood disorder. -Since when?

-Got it. -When was his last transfusion?

He missed his appointment, but he said he'd come back.

-Yesterday with Nora. -JIM: Something bad is coming.

-JIM: Help us. Hugh! -Why does he keep saying that?

-Oh, shit. Sense of foreboding. -No, do you think?

Go and get the blood charts from yesterday.

Cross check against the other patients.

What does that mean?

He's been given the wrong blood type.

The body reacts by clotting,

breathing difficulties, fever.

Patients get a sense of foreboding psychologically.

-No-one knows why. -She gave him O.

Shit. Get a bag of O negative now. I'll get fluids in.

MATT: What, she gave him the wrong blood? What happens?

Organs start shutting down, starting with the kidneys.

We need to turn that around before we can't.

O negative, thank you.

So what's happening?

-JIM: Oh! -MERYL: He looks terrible.

HUGH: He is. Out. Everyone, out now.

-Just for a bit. -Out, out. Everyone, out.

Obviously, you didn't mean me.

(SIGHS) Alright, fine.

-(JIM GROANS) -Is he going to be alright?

You bet he is.

Charlie's here.

-Is he alright? -Uh, he's with Hugh.

It's pretty serious.

-Is Meryl alright? -She's inside.

-Ajax, let's move over here. -Why?

Ajax.

Guess you found me.

You know I was never gonna stop looking.

It seemed like that.

It is like that.

I missed you.

Ditto.

I even missed 'ditto'.

His BP is getting better.

Good. Breathing's normal.

I think we're winning.

So, Mum, the, uh, new blood is doing its job.

It's turning around. We'll keep monitoring him.

Hopefully there's no kidney damage. But he should be fine.

Thank you.

I heard you tell a nurse he's got some condition.

-How long's that been going? -Uh, a while.

HUGH: It's called myelodysplasia.

It's a blood disorder. Affects normal blood cell production.

He's been getting transfusions.

A quiet word would've been nice.

Well, doctor-patient confidentiality.

And you're known for playing by the rules.

Doesn't matter.

At least he's gonna be alright.

How long will he sleep?

Oh, 12 hours probably.

His body will work to repair itself.

I guess we can make the inauguration, then.

Well, you wouldn't wanna miss that.

-He would want me to go. -Of course.

I mean, he'd be upset if you didn't.

Exactly.

("HAIL TO THE CHIEF" PLAYS)

MERYL: Good, isn't it? I know. Thank you so much.

Oh, and you - look at all that work that you did for me.

-Congratulations. -Thank you so much.

Thank you. So you finally ready to concede, Rod?

Something's been bothering me about those recounts, Meryl.

-Is it that you lost? -Then it occurred to me.

-What about the boxes? -What?

-Well, we didn't count them. -Uh...

So I looked into it.

78 boxes were counted, but they issued 80.

Nobody thought of it, but I did.

So I've asked the Electoral Commission to look into it.

Don't be a sore loser, Rod.

This is a time for us to come together.

Hayley, go and burn those boxes.

-Meryl! -MERYL: Right now.

-But... -(WHISPERS) Hayley...he knows.

Yes, Meryl.

You wouldn't help me with Ken,

so I'm giving you the silent treatment, just so you know.

I wasn't gonna tell you, then I thought

you're so self-centred you might not realise.

So it begins now.

Betty, I'm gonna need you.

How?

We're gonna get Nora.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

(CHARLIE MOANS)

Do you wanna carry me across the threshold?

(MATT GROANS)

Oh, just one thing. One thing.

Just this is a really dumb question,

but it's been rattling around in my...in my head.

Mmm, and just this and then clean slate, yeah?

-Sure, yes. What is it? -OK, alright.

That night we had the B&S

and I got back from dropping off those drunks,

um, and, ugh, I don't know,

I felt something weird between you and Hugh and just...

You haven't ever kissed him, have you?

You know, when I decided to be mayor, I was nine years old.

I'd won a state spelling award

and I had to go and get it from the mayor in his office.

He was a big guy, fancy robes. It was very exciting.

Then he exposed himself to me.

I walked out of there thinking

I can do more for this town than 'Flasher' McKay.

Huge guy. Tiny penis, strangely enough.

Good story, Mum.

(GASPS)

Cheers for the successful operation.

Thanks.

Look, the operation in Sydney went pear-shaped.

The guy died. The project's dead.

-Just so you know. -Oh, sweetheart.

(SCOFFS) "Oh, sweetheart" indeed.

Disaster.

-Is it? -Yeah. Yeah, it is.

Where would you be if the operation was a success?

Monitoring it in Sydney,

out drunk celebrating somewhere.

And your father?

What would have happened to him if you weren't here?

Good point.

I know which one you can live with easier.

-Abject failure? -Exactly.

(CAR APPROACHES)

Hayley!

-Everything OK? -Yes, Meryl.

-You kissed her. -HUGH: Ah...

-You kissed her! -Oh, dear.

HUGH: Only the once. I was drunk!

Look, the second time, she kissed me.

-Second time? -Shit.

You didn't know the numbers?

Look, this is not how it looks, OK?

She was actually saying goodbye to me.

You know, the funny thing is it's all about context. Ohh!

-MATT: You're dead to me. -(COUGHS)

You're dead!

-(MATT GRUNTS) -Oh!

(BIRDS SQUAWK)

(PHONE LINE RINGS)

Penny? It's me.

I...just thought I'd ring and tell you that I'm drunk.

I thought you should know.

Uh, no, watch the rip off North Bondi.

It could drag you under.

Yes.

So, um, must go.

Uh... I just saw a shark.

‘Bye.

(SIGHS)

-(PHONE RINGTONE PLAYS) -Mmm.

Hmm.

Ah!

AOIFE: It's me.

You - you left without even a goodbye.

Yeah, Immigration came and got me. It's crazy.

I mean, doesn't the Australian government know

what an asset I am?

(SCOFFS) I will write to my MP.

Ah, it's too late. I'm on my way to India.

I'm gonna miss you, Hugh.

Yeah, right back at ya.

How's Penny?

Happy...in the city.

And?

What? There is no 'and'.

Hal There is an 'and', my friend.

Hey, call me if you're ever in Dublin.

I will.

Ooh, how did your heart go?

Ah. It broke.

Oh, that sucks.

They do mend, you know,

in my experience.

(HANGS UP)

(SOBER MUSIC)

(SIGHS)