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WOMAN: I'm trying to help! Please!
MAN: (SHOUTS) I'm fine!

You're not fine!
Don't touch me!

Can you feel that? Is it your leg?
(SCREAMS)

Why won't you talk to me?
I'm in pain, you stupid woman!

Then tell me where it hurts!
Stay away from me, alright?

Don't do this, please!
You just need to talk to me.

I've got nothing to say.

He can't get out.
His legs are trapped.

So back off and let them help!
Hey!

Hey, ma'am, what's your name?
Corinne Davies.

Corinne, why don't you let Bree
take a look at those injuries?

No!
Yeah. Take her. Get her away.

I just need to check your head.
He'll be fine with Heath.

Come on. It's OK.

Come on. You're alright.
He's bleeding.

Thanks, mate.
Don't mention it.

Never thought she'd leave.

So, can you tell me
where the pain is?

My leg. I think it's broken.

Richard!
Could be.

That's a nasty gash on your head.
I must have hit it.

Did you lose consciousness?
I don't know. I think so.

OK, Richard, now, just stay calm.

Richard!
We'll get you some pain relief.

Just keep her away.
That's the only relief I need.

Patient's name is Angus Wilson.
20 years old.

He's presented with
flu-like symptoms.

Aching joints, slight temp.
BP's normal.

Why is he here?

He's an athlete.
Soccer player, actually.

He's supposed to start
a training camp tomorrow.

He's worried he's not gonna be
fit enough to play.

Ah, he needs a medical certificate.
Something like that.

Hi, Angus. I'm Dr West.
Hi.

Hear you're not feeling too good?
I'm feeling like crap.

And my coach says I need to show
good reason for missing training

or I'm out of the running.

Out of the running for what?
National squad.

Cool.
Yeah.

I think I'm in with a pretty good
chance if I'm up to form.

Have you got any nausea
or diarrhoea?

Mmm. A bit crook in the stomach.
I thought it could be jet lag.

Alright. Just lie back for me.
You've been overseas?

Um, yeah. I've been
touring with my team.

We've been to Thailand,
Indonesia, Malaysia.

Flew in from Singapore two days ago.

(INHALES DEEPLY)
Does it hurt when I press here?

Not really, no.

I'm alright.
He's the one that's hurt.

Where are they taking him? Richard!

I'm fine!

You need to let me assess you.

Pain settled at all?
Not much.

Hurts down here.

It could be
that you've fractured your pelvis.

We'll find out
when we get you to hospital.

Yeah. OK.

Is he badly hurt?
He's being looked after.

I need to have a look at you.

(GROANS)

Does your chest hurt?
A bit.

I'm just gonna put my hands here.
I need you to take a deep breath in.

(INHALES, GROANS)

You may have broken a rib.
Do you remember hitting your head?

Corinne. Corinne.

Do you remember hitting your head?
No.

Richard did.

We were fighting.

He lost control.

He got the worst of it.
(HEAVES) I thought I'd lost him.

(GASPS) I have lost him!

He's never gonna
take me back after this!

Calm down.

Visit any poultry farms
while you were away?

On a football tour? Are you joking?

Any unprotected sex?
With chickens?

With anything.
No.

No, I'm not in it to fool around.

Some late nights in the last week
were as wild as it got.

So you can give me that certificate.

Yeah, I can.

What if I get fluids into you first?

Might make you feel a bit better.
OK.

Sure, yeah.
If you think it'll help.

I just...I've got a lot
hanging on this weekend.

(COUGHS)

I'd like to do a chest X-ray
and a full set of bloods.

Yep.
You usually do that just for flu?

I'll be back to see you shortly.

(PHONE RINGS)

Emergency.

Hey, I thought maybe
I'd shout you dinner tonight

as a 'thank you for having me'
kinda thing.

You're lovely, but you gotta treat
the place as your own, you know?

God! You might regret saying that.

I dunno. I like the idea
of having a housemate.

The ambulance from the MVA's
pulling in.

On your bike, Quaid.

Yes, Frank. On my bike.

I'll see if they need
a hand out there.

No, no, no. There's
another victim coming in.

I want you to take care of them.

Got a problem?
No. No problem.

Richard Davies,
42-year-old male driver in an MVA.

Possible LOC on impact

with decreased level of
consciousness during transit.

His GCS is 10 and his pupils
are equal and reactive.

Hey, Richard, I'm Dr Quaid.
Do you know where you are?

Hospital.
There's trauma to both legs.

And his was complaining of
chest and abdo pain.

Mm-hm. We got a portable X-ray
and radiographer on stand-by.

How are his circulation obs?
Movement and sensations present.

Alright, on my count, nice and easy.

You ready? One, two, three.

Oh!
Morphine, five milligrams.

Got it.
My wife.

I understand she's on her way in.
Don't want her near me.

Don't even tell her I'm here.

My husband, Richard, is he here?
Uh, sorry, I don't know.

You told me
they were bringing him here!

We'll see what we can find out.
We'll get you inside first.

She's got no other obvious injuries.

All other obs are stable and she's
monitoring in sinus rhythm.

Just have to get you
across to the other bed here.

Just slowly. Can you do that?
Yes! I'm fine.

OK.
Ow!

(GRUNTS AND GROANS)

Two milligrams of morphine
as soon as she's hooked up.

I'll have to look at your chest,
if that's OK.

If someone could get
a message to my husband.

I'm sure we can do.
Just bear with us for a bit, OK?

What have we got here, Taylor?
Possible fractured sternum.

Patient's in a bit
of distress, though.

She wants to see her husband.

Um, Bree?
Yeah?

What's the story with these guys?
I dunno.

They were fighting when we got there.

She might settle down
if she's sees him.

Or not.
Don't tell her where her husband is.

We don't want any domestics
until they're stabilised.

Here we go.

Not the most dignified experience.
When you gotta go!

We've got a fractured tib and fib
that's gonna need an open reduction.

There's a little bit of tenderness
in the abdo area that concerns me,

so might order a CT, just to
rule out any internal injuries.

Mmm. Neuro obs are OK. Can you
check on 'em every half hour?

Um, nothing else really showing up.
The C-spine was clear.

So we can probably take off
the hard collar.

You want a back slab?
When you've got time. Thanks.

I'll organise a surgical consult.

Oh, shit, that hurts.

Where does it hurt, Richard?
There.

God! Nothing's coming out!

Gee. That sounds like you might have
a little bit of an obstruction there.

We'll set up to catheterise.
You're not sticking a tube up there.

Oh, trust me, mate, you're gonna feel
a helluva lot better

when we take the pressure
off that bladder.

Registration forms.

(READS) "College of
Emergency Medicine."

This is more paperwork than I had
to complete the fellowship itself.

But once you're admitted as a fellow,
we can upgrade your status here.

Hey, listen, if you need any help...

Thanks. Think I can manage.
Ooh! No, no, no, no.

It says you must use black pen.

OK. I'm sure you'll work it out.

There you are.
Got the bloods?

Yep. Here. Can you believe he's
got his whole life worked out at 20?

Yeah. I knew where
I wanted to go at 20.

Who's this we're talking about?
Our patient in Subacute.

About to front a selection panel
for the Socceroos. How cool's that?

If we can figure out
what's wrong with him.

Don't think it's flu?
Hoping that's all it is.

Better get these off
to Pathology, then.

What are his symptoms?

Dehydration and fatigue.
Slightly febrile.

And you've done a chest X-ray?
Yeah. It's clear.

So why aren't you sending him home?

Ever get those feelings in your gut
something more's going on?

All the time.

Can't hurt to be sure, right?
No.

Use the Entonox.
It's happy gas. It'll help.

Could've used this earlier.

Maybe none of this
would've happened.

What, you wouldn't have
crashed your car?

No, I would've chosen a better time
to tell her it was over.

Surgical's flat chat.

The consult's gonna be a while.

Catheter going in.
Ohhhh!

Richard? Is that you?

I'm getting blood.
Well, pull out.

What's wrong?
May have injured your bladder.

Then do something! I've gotta piss!

He's here!
Why didn't anybody tell me?

Richard, without knowing
where you're injured,

we run the risk of putting the tube
into your abdominal cavity.

Organise a FAST and I'll see
if I can arrange an abdo CT

and hurry up that surgical consult.

Richard!
I'm just gonna feel your pelvis.

It could be a little bit painful.

Jesus Christ! Stop, please! Stop!

I need to talk to you!

It's a big hospital here.
Couldn't you put her somewhere else?

She has a broken breast bone.
It's a pretty serious injury.

Please! I just need to know why!
Is that too much to ask?

Maybe a little bit of reassurance
could help here.

I've got nothing to say to her!
Richard, talk to me!

Mrs Davies...
He's my husband!

I have a right. We can work it out!

There is nothing to work out!

She grabbed the steering wheel,
ran us off the road.

You stupid bitch!
You tried to kill me!

All my patient wants to do
is see her husband.

Newsflash. She tried to kill him.

Going another round is not gonna do
either of 'em any good.

Can your patient be
downgraded to Acute?

Yeah, I suppose.
Then do it.

Play marriage counsellor as much
as you want when you're moving her.

Just keep her away from her husband.
Jack?

Mmm? Thanks, Frank.
Well?

I didn't wanna kill him. I didn't.
Something just snapped inside me.

If he dies...
He's not gonna die.

He's not even listed as critical.
Pulse and BP are up.

Not surprising.
No, it's not.

So, until your sternum's
been wired back together,

any additional stress could be
really dangerous for you, Corinne.

You see here?

OK, if that moves any more, could
damage your heart or your lungs,

so you need to stay still and calm.

Last thing I said was, "I hate you."

Well...
I don't wanna fight him.

I just need to know
why he wants to leave me.

Please let me see him.
It's just not possible right now.

Sorry.

Can we clear a bed in Acute,
thanks, Dan?

Sure.

Hey, Von. Are you gonna
chat with Luke today?

He is on my list.

Don't let him give you any lip
about not wearing his uridome.

He's refusing to wear it?

Yeah. He reckons he'd rather have
a gumboot strapped to his privates.

Probably more comfortable.

Yeah. And could you take a look
at his pressure sore on his...

Thank you, Daniel.

I know how to do my bloody job.
Thank you. Of course you do.

What happened?
His temp spiked.

O2 sats are down.
Here, I've got that.

I'm feeling worse
than when I came in.

The fluids we're giving you
should be making you feel better.

I think it's all these sick people
spreading germs.

Wouldn't mind getting out of here,
to tell you the truth.

Can't send you home
feeling like this, can we?

We gotta wait for your test results
to come back.

You got any neck pain at all?

Mm-mm. Just I'm aching all over.

Any headaches?
No.

How long will the results take?
Could be a while.

We'll start a fluid balance chart.

We just need to know
how much you're peeing.

Let's us know that all of
your organs are working OK.

Now you're freaking me out.
It's routine.

(COUGHS)

How long have you been
playing soccer?

Football.

Sorry. I forgot
I was talking to a purist.

I don't think
I got into it seriously

until, I dunno,
I think I was, like, 12.

12 is too young
to be serious about anything.

Deep breaths for me, please.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

Not when you wanna make it
to the top.

Most of my squad have been training
since they were 9 or 10.

Gosh, they don't mind
a bit of pressure, do they?

That's why this weekend's
training camp's so important.

It's my last chance.
You'll be fine.

And when you play your first
big game, we expect tickets.

Don't we, Bart?
Hmm? Yeah.

Excuse me. Can I take that?
Yeah.

Relax. He's just being thorough.
It's a good thing.

Could be meningitis.

The rapid increase
in temperature's a worry.

He's not showing
any other specific symptoms?

Doesn't mean
they still won't develop.

Could it be connected
to his travels?

Well, has he been overseas?

Soccer tour all through
South-East Asia.

Well, that opens up
a lot of possibilities.

Viral, bacterial, parasitic.

No, I'm still hoping it's just a flu.

Let's just give him paracetamol
for the fever.

Keep him on half-hourly obs
till we get the bloods back.

So, if we get tickets,
we'll go, right?

Tickets to a game. It'll be fun.

You and me cheering wildly
for the green and gold.

Didn't know you were into soccer.
Football.

Oh. Sorry.

There's a lot you don't know
about me, Dr West.

Where the bloody hell's surgical?
Still travelling.

Um, I think we should go with
a suprapubic catheter.

I'm not gonna like this, am I?

It involves putting a tube
directly into your bladder

via an incision
above your pubic bone.

(GRUNTS)

This is my punishment for wanting
to leave a good Catholic girl.

Marriage is for life.

Divorce is a sin no matter
how bloody miserable you are.

Avoid the former, no need
to worry about the latter, I find.

Kind of you to turn up.
They change. That's the trap.

One day you realise this great
independent girl you married

is leaving every decision to you.

So, you've been going for a drive
with a full bladder?

I'm Mike Vlasek, Head of Surgery.

In a trauma case, the fuller
the bladder, the greater the damage.

My fault. That figures.

Oh, well, moral is
always go before you go.

He'll need a suprapubic.
Gee. Why didn't we think of that?

You hang in there, Richard.

OK, we're ready to go.

Well, would you like to
do the honours? Age before beauty?

From where I stand, you're no beauty.
It's all yours.

VON: Hello?

(TV COMMENTARY PLAYS)

Hello, Luke?

You're early.
No, you're late.

Must've slept in again.

Who's moving?
Jack.

He wanted to give Dan and Erica
some space.

Right.
Yes.

And now it's just the three of us.

Well, you look pretty well set up.

Oh, keeps me out of trouble.

Right. How long since
you've emptied your bladder?

Dan helped me catheterise
before he left for work.

Look. Why aren't you
using the uridome?

Well, it's a prick of a thing,
pardon the pun.

Especially with this - like trying
to put a condom on one-handed

but without the happy ending.

Yes, but right now,
this is the better option.

A metre of tubing strapped to my leg
is not a better option.

Pressure sore - how's that?

Dan's been feral about checking it

and I love him for it,
but he's my brother.

Shouldn't have to rub lanolin
into my backside for me.

Right.

You're gonna get dressed, showered.
Then we'll talk.

(GROANS AND GASPS)
My legs! My legs are killing me!

Let's give him some ibuprofen
for any inflammation.

Looks like we're dealing with
something other than the flu.

The tests are gonna...
Screw your tests, OK?

Do you guys even know
what you're doing?

Hey, yeah, we do.
It's just like football.

We've got the whole team
working together.

Sometimes, it just takes a while
to kick a goal.

OK, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
It just... Ahhh!

I just want it to stop!

(PANTS) Oh, shit.

I need...I need to go to the toilet.
I need to go to the toilet!

It's alright. Come on.
Let's get a stool sample.

Could be an E. coli infection
compounding things.

Come on, mate,
let's get you to the loo.

Legs...
Whoa, whoa! OK. Back.

We can use a bedpan.
We can use a bedpan. It's alright.

Need you to describe the sensation.
Is it pain or numbness...

It's pain! It's pain.
It's like cramps in my legs.

In your calves?
Yes!

Nothing in the hips and thighs?
Nothing.

OK, let's bring his legs back up.
(GRUNTS)

There you go, mate. That's it.

There we go.
OK.

Oh!
Could do without the audience.

Yeah. Leave you to it.

Is there any blood in his urine?
No.

Doesn't rule out porphyria.

Yeah, or Guillain-Barre
or meningitis or...

God, I dunno
what I'm dealing with anymore.

None of the symptoms are stacking up.

I'll get Pathology
to push through his bloods

and I want you to set up for
a lumbar puncture.

You wanna do it?
No. I want you to do it.

I've never done one on my own before.
I'll be there to supervise.

One slip, he's paralysed.
You'll be fine.

Yep.

Heart rate's good,
so can't see any problem,

as long as there's no movement

between here and when we
get her to theatre.

(CRASH!)
Oh!

It's nothing, OK?
You're just gonna have to calm down.

Corinne, it's absolutely crucial
that you don't push with your arms.

Not at all. If you move that sternum,
you're gonna be in a lot of trouble.

Found a chest-binder. Now,
it's a little bit like a girdle.

It's a bit uncomfortable, but it'll
help keep your sternum in place.

If you'd just like to lift up a bit.

How far off surgery?

I'm gonna have to line up
Cardio-Thoracic to assist.

Could take some time. But I'll be
operating on her husband first.

Richard! Is he gonna be OK?!

What did I say about
not moving your arms?

Can you just let me know
what's going on, please?

I just need to know if he's alright.

He is her husband, Mike.

Richard has a broken leg.

He also has a problem
with his bladder,

so right now they're inserting

a catheter directly into it
to relieve the pressure.

That sounds awful.

It's, um, painful,
but it's not life-threatening.

Thank you.

Whoa! Hey! Stay, stay!

If the bastard's not gonna die
then I want an explanation!

He owes me that, after 15 years!

Corinne, I understand
you're angry with your husband,

but if you keep moving,
you're gonna tear your sternum apart

and damage your heart.

Do I make myself clear?

Perfectly.

Good.

Sedate her if you have to,
but keep her still.

Please, help me find out
what's going on with him!

OK.

Here comes the push.

Now you're gonna see
some blood and urine spurting out.

Oh, shit! Shit! What's that?

What we were expecting.
It's perfectly normal.

How's that feeling, Richard?
Oh!

Much better, thanks.

Can you get a urine sample
off to Pathology as soon as possible?

Yep.

Richard?
Mmm?

You OK?
Sure.

Broken leg,
peeing through a hole in my belly.

Day just keeps getting better.

Your wife's not having
a great day either.

Any chance of calling a truce?
She'd really like to see you.

No chance.
I think it's in her best interest.

I'll see her when it's time
to sign the divorce papers.

Mate, your wife really needs
an explanation from you.

Steve?

Just think about it. Please.

Oi! What the hell are you doing?

Whatever I have to
to look after my patient.

You heard the guy.
He doesn't wanna talk.

We override him.
It's not gonna kill him.

Doesn't matter if it'll kill him
or not. He doesn't want to see her.

He dumped her this morning
in the car. No warning. Nothing.

That sucks,
but that doesn't change anything.

Just give her five minutes.

Jack, please, I can't control
her medical situation

with her freaking out like this.

That's not my problem. I'm sorry.

Why have you gotta be
so arrogant for, mate?

You're doing really well, Angus.
Just hang in there, mate.

That's it.

The fluid's clear.

It's unlikely to be meningitis.

Can't move yet, mate.
My legs are really hurting.

We know, but it's really important
that you keep very still.

Second vial.

Tell me your favourite
football memory.

Personal or general?
Personal.

Um, the first time I kicked a goal.

I won our team the game
and they all thought I was a god.

(GRUNTS AND PANTS)

You might wanna set up for BIPAP,
just in case.

Yeah.

So you grew up wanting to
'Bend it Like Beckham'?

Nah. Nah, Kewell's the man.

Yeah. He's good.

And watching Cahill
or any of those guys.

I just hope that I get the chance
to play with them one day.

It's all done.

Gonna have to stay on your back
for a couple of hours, I'm afraid.

Elevate the bedhead 30 degrees.
Mm-hm.

I will be OK
to play this weekend, right?

I hope so.

Not exactly textbook anything, huh?

Well, symptoms don't always
follow the textbook.

I will do a blood gas
and a repeat chest X-ray.

You go to the lab.

Get them to run the spinal fluid

for, well,
everything you can think of.

And well done with the lumbar
puncture. It wasn't an easy one.

Poor Bart.

It's a tough case. I hate seeing him
beat himself up over it.

You told him I was hurt?

Yeah.

And he still doesn't wanna see me?
I'm sorry.

You must both think
I'm a real bastard.

No, we don't.

There's no point talking to her.

I guess I've always let Richard
make the decisions in our marriage.

That's the way it should be,
don't you think? Someone in control?

I don't know
what went on in your marriage,

but I do know that everyone's
entitled to an explanation.

She never changed her haircut,
the style of her clothes.

Doesn't have any other
bloody interests of her own.

You read about these couples
with their two strong personalties,

fighting to get ahead of the other,
but I've always put Richard first.

Always. I don't think
I could've been a better wife.

How do you tell someone
you don't like...

..no, that you despise
who they've become?

By talking to them?
At least then they'd know.

Probably give them
an opportunity to change.

But she'd try and change in a way

that she thought would
please me, not her.

If he was having an affair, I
would've known about it before now.

If he was having a midlife crisis,
I would've known about it.

You can't be that
intimate with someone

and not start to see the signs!

That's what I don't understand!
Why didn't I see it coming?!

Let's get two milligrams of Valium.
Yep.

No, no, no. I'll...I'll calm down.

I don't wanna be sedated.

Liking the sheepskin?
I'm loving it.

I always thought they
were for wimps,

but Dan nagged me till I gave in.

Sign of a good nurse.

He's a brilliant nurse.

He should be spending time
with Erica

instead of running around after me.

Uh, I'll get that.

Do I sense a bit of self-pity here?

No.

Embarrassment.

Such a great introduction to
the future sister-in-law, isn't it?

Hi, I'm Luke. I've got bedsore.

Ah! Nurses love that talk.

Keep waiting for her to ask me
if I've opened my bowels today.

Have you?

Oh, woe is me, hey?

Sorry, I just hate myself
for lobbing on Dan like this.

Oh, look, if you're
uncomfortable being here,

I can organise other accommodation.

Oh, what, a nursing home?

Well, it's just until
your collarbone's better.

And I'm back on my feet, right?
Metaphorically speaking.

Can you get Dan
to bring home some beer?

Oh, Bart?

Bloods back on Angus Wilson. Tested
negative for malaria, hep A, B, C...

Ross River fever, dengue fever, TB.

Which leaves us with at least
50 things to test for,

according to these travel warnings.

Be dead before we can
test for half of them.

That's just Thailand and Indonesia.
Haven't even started the rest.

Here, give it to me.

Right, what did
the spinal fluid tell us?

It's not meningitis,
not Guillain-Barre.

What made you think it was?
I didn't.

I was just hoping.
No, you goose.

Why did you test for it?

Sudden weakness and leg pain, fever.

GBS works its way up
from the feet gradually.

Usually, Frank, but this guy's
an elite athlete

so he may have dismissed
the initial pain as sports injury.

Oh, alright.
Maybe it was worth a shot.

He's stool sample's negative
for cholera and dysentery.

Diagnosis, Homer, is the science
of finding out what a thing IS,

not what it isn't.

He keeps getting sicker.
I don't know why.

Feel like you can do better,
be my guest.

Temp's up to 38.5.
O2 sats are down to 90%.

Paracetamol and fluids
having no impact.

Did the ibuprofen work for you?
Nothing's helping.

I thought I might try
some hot packs.

Yes, do that. And we'll give him
some morphine as well.

Angus, I'm Frank Campion.

I'm the Director
of Emergency Medicine.

I'd like to re-examine you,
if that's OK.

Good. Good, because he just
keeps doing test after test.

None of which have shed any light
on your condition, I'm afraid.

You're a bit of a mystery man.
Can you squeeze my hands for me?

Hard as you can.

Good, good.

Now, this tour you were on, how many
countries would you say were on it?

A lot?
Um, was about 20 all-up.

Uh-huh.
They were from all over.

Coming from Europe, Africa,
the States, Latin America.

Right, and was there
a fair bit of socialising

when you weren't playing?

Oh, yeah, sure. We had big
national theme nights.

Singing and dancing.

Each country had to prepare
a meal for everyone else.

Do you know what countries did that?

No, there were heaps of them.
Some of them I'd never heard of.

We've only been checking
for South-East Asia.

Get him on BIPAP.

I'll get Beaumont
to widen her search.

Uh, I need a favour.

Patient in Acute, Corinne Davies.

Your MVA, right?

Yeah, she's showing
elevated ST segments

on a recent ECG,

as well as self-limiting runs of VT.

Stressed out of her head because
her husband's refusing to see her.

It's not making our job any easier.

I'm thinking he might change his mind

if he's made more fully aware
of how serious her condition is.

Well, talk to Jack.

I'm having trouble communicating
with Jack on this one.

So you want me to do it for you?

I just want what's best
for my patient!

I'll see what I can do.

Retroperitoneal tear
to the bladder.

How long till you
get him to theatre?

Well, Mike's
organising one now, so...

Condition stable?
Yeah, he's OK.

Why?

Well, Steve believes
that his patient's condition

is being compromised
because she can't see her husband.

Mmm, and he went
running to you for help.

He seems to think that there's

a breakdown in communication
between you two.

No. Steve made himself
perfectly clear. So did my patient.

He doesn't want to see his wife.
End of story.

And he does understand that
she's in a serious condition?

Does his wife understand
her husband's condition?

He has a broken leg
and a damaged bladder,

all because of an accident
that she caused.

Mm-hm.
So let's give the guy a break.

If he doesn't wanna see his wife,
it's his wish.

My hands are tied.

Couldn't have kids.
He said it didn't matter.

We'd always have
each other, forever.

Still and calm, Corinne, OK?
Still and calm.

Mrs Davies? Hi, I'm Zoe Gallagher.
Sorry, Dan.

How are you feeling?
Terrible.

I've made some inquiries.

Unfortunately, it won't be possible

for you to see your husband
before he goes to theatre.

I understand.

I'm sorry it turned out this way.

Just a second.

That's it?
I tried.

Big help. Thanks, Zoe.

Yeah, well, Jack is acting
on his patient's instructions.

I can't override him
and neither can you.

Maybe she'd be better off
in Coronary Care.

Yeah, maybe.

I can't stand it! I can't stand it!

Angus, you need to keep the mask on.

Whatever's affecting your leg muscles
is also affecting your chest muscles.

Sats are down even with BIPAP.

We'll need to intubate.
I'll get the trolley.

Increase his oxygen to 60%.

I can't breathe!
Yeah, we know, son.

We're gonna put in
a breathing tube to help.

I have to get to training.
This is sedation.

It'll put you to sleep, OK?

Frank, I've worked my way through

most of the countries
participating in the tour.

There's nothing
we haven't already ruled out

except for a recent alert
for polio in India.

Induction drugs going in.
Don't put them in.

What?
Don't put them in.

Get onto the lab.
Tell them to rerun stool.

And spinal fluids for polio.

Get him back on the BIPAP.

Sorry, son,
we're gonna have to do this.

His airway's shutting down.
We need to intubate.

We give him induction drugs
on top of polio,

he could shut down permanently.

Polio never even occurred to me.

Nor me, but the symptoms fit

and the muscle cramping alone
should've been the tip-off.

Don't be too hard on yourselves.

You've probably never
seen a case before.

I know I haven't
since I was an intern.

That's it.

I'm not gonna make
the try-outs, am I?

Still waiting on some results.

And if I've got it,
what's gonna happen?

There's different forms of polio.

Due to the severity of your symptoms,

we believe you have
the paralytic variety.

Paralytic?

As in 'paralysed'?
Yeah.

That's it. It's game over.

Some people make a full recovery.
Really?

Strength and determination
make a difference.

You have both.

Can this kill me?

We hope we got it in time.

Next few days, we'll know more.

Hey.

Hey. How's Luke?

Lacking beer, apparently.

He would like you
to bring some home.

Oh, the man's an alcoholic.
Just kidding.

So he really was OK?
Yes.

Yeah? You have a look
at that pressure sore?

I'm worried about him, OK?

I just...

Look, being dependent on you,
it doesn't set well with him.

I know, but, you know, until
his arm heals, he's stuck with me.

There are alternatives.

What, a nursing home? You gotta be
kidding. He's my brother, Von.

What about your parents?

Well, I think that Luke
would rather eat his own vomit

than have his mum
look at his bedsores.

How do you think it makes him feel
when you check 'em?

OK. OK, I get it.
I'll back off on the carer role, OK?

A few beers, watch some footy.
Yeah, situation normal.

Right.

MIKE: Sorry to keep you waiting
so long.

Been waiting for years. Another
couple of hours isn't gonna kill me.

Right, well, we can take care
of your physical state.

The rest is gonna be up to you.

Richard!
Bloody hell.

Corinne!
Thought I told you to sedate her!

Come on, back to bed.
NO!

No, I wanna speak to him!
Just bloody talk to her.

I don't know what to say to her!
That too much to ask?!

I've nothing to say to her. Please!
You owe me that!

Jesus Christ!

(SCREAMS)
Corrine!

I gave you my life, you bastard!
Corinne!

Get her into resus.
Steve.

Stay with us, Corinne! Stay with us!

Come on!

She's crashing. Set up to intubate.
Yeah, I'm on to it.

OK, we also need adrenaline,
one milligram.

God knows what this is
doing to her sternum.

We're trying to save her life.
Shouldn't need bloody saving.

Adrenaline, one milligram, going in.

Gabrielle?

Defib's up.
Alright, charging to 360.

If he'd let her see him earlier,
this would never have happened.

You don't know that. Clear!

We both missed it.
Yeah.

I did an exam question on polio.

Can see myself writing the words.

"Rapid onset. Fever, nausea,
muscle pain, cramping."

Heat packs seem to be helping.

When do we move him to ICU?

Frank's arranging a bed now.

Even if you'd picked it
the minute he walked in,

he would still have polio.

Most doctors would've sent him home.

Your instincts were good.
You admitted him. You treated him.

You're a good doctor, Bart.

Rhiannon, have you got a minute?

Have I done something wrong?
No!

God, no. I just wanted to give you
a heads-up on something.

It's about Bart.

Um, his life had been complicated
in the last few months.

Traumatic.
In what way?

That's not really for me to say,

but you obviously like him a lot,
so I thought you should know.

Is there something I can do
to help him, or...

No.

What I'm trying to say,
quite clumsily, Rhiannon,

is that Bart's not really
in the market for romance right now.

You think I'm hitting on him?

I just don't wanna see the two of you
get hurt, that's all.

Th...then maybe you should
check your facts

before you jump to conclusions.

I...I like Bart.
Thank you for asking, by the way.

But that is as far as it goes.

Right. I...

Good.

OK, I'll get back to my patient.

ZOE: Clear!

Nothing.

Steve?
One more.

Charge to 360 again. Do it.

Any output?

She's been in VF for over 40 minutes.

Charged.

Clear.

Nothing.

Steve. Steve?

It's over, mate.

Time of death, 15:23.

Steve?

(PUFFS)

Hey, Steve. Steve!

Oh, piss off!
That was nobody's fault.

Yeah, it was!

No, listen, if she'd gone
to another hospital

or she'd been taken up to surgery...

'She' had a name, OK?
Corinne. 38 years old.

And if your boyfriend had stopped
dicking around in there...

I'm sorry, my boyfriend?
Oh, whatever.

Is that what this is about?
About Jack moving in...

Oh, forget it, Gabrielle!
This has nothing to do with Jack!

Now that you keep on
bringing him up.

Ever since I got here, he's been
going out of his way to piss me off!

I can take that, OK?
There's no problem with that.

But when it starts costing
my patient's their bloody lives...

Back up for a minute, mate.
Listen to yourself.

This is not some conspiracy theory
to screw you over.

Why don't you go and discuss it
over dinner tonight?

(LAUGHS) You really think we're gonna
waste out time talking about you?

I tell you what, Gabrielle,
why don't you fill me in?

Come on.
Hey, hey, hey! Hey, hey.

Just can't keep your nose out of it,
can you, mate?

Listen, mate, I don't wanna fight.

You're too busy trying to make me
look like a bloody idiot!

You do a good enough job of that
yourself, buddy.

Steve?
You're not worth it, mate.

Hey!
Oh, Jesus!

Hey! Come on!
Get out of it, you morons!

What the bloody hell do you two
clowns think you're playing at?

Roll up, roll up to Campion's
bloody three-ring bloody circus.

Watch his top dogs go each other
like rabid bloody hyenas.

Well?!

Go and get yourself cleaned up.
I'll talk to you in a minute.

He provoked me, Frank.

His patient had just died,

the one who's husband
you were treating.

I didn't know that.

If he had it coming to him, couldn't
you at least wait until after hours?

You know, if it was something that
I planned, I probably would have.

Now, if you're finished...
What makes you think I've started?

Well, maybe we can
wait till later, Frank,

because I've gotta go tell
the husband what's happened.

Go on, go.

As far as I know, Jack Quaid's
never hit a man in his life.

So do you mind telling me
what that was all about?

I may have goaded him a bit.

I was pissed off about
the unnecessary death of a patient.

So it had nothing to do with
him moving in with Gabrielle?

In the back of your mind,
you've been hoping that you and her

would get back together again,
haven't you?

Over the last few weeks,

she's made it eminently clear
that's not gonna happen.

Get out of my head, Frank.

And somehow or other
that's Jack's fault, right?

Not at all. I completely understand.

I traded her off for
a bottle of grog.

Truckload, more likely.

Find a way of dealing with it

that doesn't involve brawling
on hospital grounds.

That's two strikes.

One more...

How is that possible?

I'm so sorry.

This is all my fault.

I should've had the guts
to say something years ago.

Encouraged her to get a job,
a life outside of the marriage.

And you think that would've changed
the way you felt about her?

(WHIMPERS)

I don't know.

But it would've changed
the way she felt about me.

About herself.

I'm gonna be sick.

Goodnight.

Charlotte?

Can I talk to you for a sec?

Can it wait?
I need to go and get Zach.

It'll just be for a minute.

I just wanted to
apologise for before.

No need. You were right. I should
not have made any assumptions.

You were just protecting Bart.

I...I feel like I owe you
an explanation.

I maybe should've told you
this earlier.

What?

I love babysitting Zach

and I really hope that this isn't
gonna change how you feel about me.

What could you possibly say
that would change that?

Rhiannon...
(DOOR OPENS)

Are you in trouble?
Have you done something wrong?

No.

Then whatever it is, please tell me.

I'm gay.

That's not something
you should be ashamed of.

Oh, I'm not. I'm not ashamed.

I just...I...I haven't
said it out loud before.

Well, I appreciate your trust.

Your family don't know?
No.

I don't want anyone to know.
You wouldn't say anything, would you?

It's OK. I won't say anything.
OK.

You're really OK with that?

I'm really OK with that.

VOICEOVER: Gold Coast lifesavers
race to save a stricken tourist.

MAN: Come up the beach...
(DOOR CLOSES)

Gee, a man could die of thirst.

Sorry.

Anything you 'need' me to do?

Nope. I'm wearing the willy-willy.

So far, so good.

Jack still moving out?
Yeah.

He's coming over later
to pick up the rest of his stuff.

So, if it wasn't for me
lurking in the shadows,

you kids would have
the entire place to yourselves.

I like you lurking, Luke, OK?

We haven't spent any, like,
quality time together in ages.

Yeah, I know. Same.

But, um, I reckon
you've done your turn.

I'm gonna share the love
with the folks for a while.

You don't have to do that.
Yeah, I do.

I told 'em I'd be up on the weekend
and Mum is thrilled about the idea

about caring for
her poor crippled boy.

No, no. I won't let you
do it to yourself, Luke.

Done deal, Danny boy.

I was kind of hoping
you'd drive me up there.

Unless, of course, you'd rather
she come down here to get me.

How do you feel about going on
a road trip this weekend?

Sounds good.
Yeah?

It's about time he introduced you
to the parents-in-law.

Yeah, this'll be good.

She'll be so focused on you,
you won't cop much of a grilling.

Should I be worried?
No. She'll love you.

Absolutely. You got nothing
to worry about, OK? Cheers.

Cheers.

Hmm. It's a plan.