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I left my husband for a woman.

You've really been with a woman?

I've had a couple of
relationships, yeah.

Dad's had another heart attack.

He's dead.

MAN: Help me! Help me!

Help! (CRIES)

Help me! (CRIES)

Ow! Please! God help me! Get it out!

Get it out of my head! Help me!

(WHIRRING)

Helicopters in my head!

(WHIRRING)

It's killing me!
(WHIRRING)

Ow!

(SHOUTS FRANTICALLY)
Stay where you are!

Stay there!

They're killing me!
OK, OK! OK, OK, calm down.

Calm down. Calm down.

Are you really sure
that you're OK with this?

'Cause, you know, it feels wrong.

If me being at the funeral was
gonna make it easier, I would be.

But we both know
your mother wouldn't want that.

So don't do this to yourself, OK?

OK. I'll come by after the wake?

I love you.
Thank you.

(SIREN WAILS)

Alright, mate. We're at the hospital.

MAN: The helicopter's in my head!

They'll help you here.
Help me!

Oh, he just threw up all over my car!
I'll take him.

OK, mate.
Make it stop! Help me!

What do we know?
Not much.

What's your name?
We went to a public disturbance.

When we got there,
he was exactly like this.

Make it stop! Help me!

Have we got a name?
No. We've got nothing.

I don't think he's dangerous,
just freaking out.

OK, thanks. We'll take him.
Lean on me.

Please! Help me...
(WHIMPERS) ..please.

Can you take this?
Yep.

You're in hospital now.

(WHIRRING)

I don't think he's dangerous.

It's stopped now. It does that
but then it starts again.

OK. Well, we're gonna
find out what's happening.

Just make them go away.

Promise me!
OK.

OK, lie down for me. Up you hop.

Can you tell me your name?
Keith Morely.

I'm Erica. Has anything like this
ever happened before?

They're helicopters!
I don't know how they get in there.

How do they do that?
How are we going?

His name is Keith.
His symptoms have stopped.

But he says they're intermittent.

Can't see any injection marks
and there's no sign of head trauma.

OK, Keith,
can you look at me, please?

I'm Dr Taylor.
Do you know what day it is?

(GROANS) It's starting again.

(WHIRRING)

No! No! Hurry up. They're
coming back. I can't handle it.

Will you let us
give you some sedation?

Please just knock me out!

(WHIRRING)

Metoclopramide.
Keep calm, Keith.

You'll be feeling better soon.

Theresa Nielsen -

persistent stomach cramps,
some nausea and it's getting worse.

How long's she had the symptoms?

A few days.
With increasing severity.

(SIGHS) Hello.
I'm Dr Beaumont, Theresa.

How are you feeling?
Oh, pretty average.

Can you describe the pain?

Er, it's sort of sharp.

Like a terrible stitch
or something like that anyway.

Right. Do you have any history
of stomach or bowel trouble?

No. Nothing.

Are you taking
any birth control medication?

N-no.

Is there any chance
that you're pregnant?

Unless there's three wise men
sitting in the waiting room,

I think we can rule that out.

(SIGHS) God!

BP's 150 over 92.

Pulse is at 96.

Beaumont, sorry to interrupt.

Can I have a word
when you've got a sec?

Sure.
I'll be outside.

God!
Can you show me where that hurts?

Um, it's sort of here mainly.

But when it starts up, I feel it
all over, if that makes sense.

Oh, alright, Theresa.

Can you lie back for me
and try and breathe normally?

(PANTS)
That's it.

Oh.

OK. Rhiannon.

I am going to write up
some pain relief.

Can you do an MSU and bloods, please?

Sure. I'll take care of this
if you need to see Frank.

Alright.

Theresa, we'll get you into a gown
and do some bloods.

I won't be long. Are you OK?
Yeah, I'm fine.

Thank you.

That's OK.

Alright.

Oh, thanks for coming off the floor.

I got you a coffee and a paper.

Why? What are you doing?
Why are you buying me coffee?

Um...

..Beaumont, er... (CLEARS THROAT)

..we've got a problem.

A financial one.

And although I've tried
to find a solution,

there just isn't one.

The fact is the department can't
sustain two Emergency fellows.

And so, as long as Zoe's here, um,
we can't afford you.

Are you sacking me?
No, no, no, no.

The position you've got now
is perfectly safe.

I just can't afford to promote you.

I didn't work this hard
to stay a registrar, Frank.

Yeah, I know it's a bugger.

Doing the bloody fellowship
was your idea.

Why encourage me
to go through it all

if you can't recognise
that qualification?

I didn't know
that'd be the case then.

Besides, you do have
the qualification.

But I can't use it here.
That's what you're saying.

Thanks for the coffee.

Charlotte, I don't want
to lose you from the E.D.

If I stay, I get none of the
credentials or the responsibility

that I am entitled to.

No, you don't.

And no increase in pay.

I'm sorry. My hands are tied there.

I've got work to do.

So, what have we got?

I guess you'd call it a splinter.

A splinter in Resus.
That's a bit dramatic.

It's a dramatic splinter.

This is Josh.
And the portable X-ray's on the way.

How are you, Josh? I'm Dr Quade.
What have you done to yourself, mate?

I fell off the roof, eh?

My girlfriend
wouldn't shut up about it.

"The roof's filthy.
Clean the friggin' roof."

And where is she now? Nowhere!

Whoa! Now, that is
one hell of a splinter!

It's half a friggin' fence.

I'm sorry, ladies.
Sorry for swearing.

I'm trying to hold my tongue
but it hurts like a bitch!

Are you hurt anywhere else?
Hit your head?

No, just this.

And he can't remember
when his last tetanus shot was.

OK. Josh, do you have any allergies?

I fart a lot when I eat ice-cream.

What's it matter?
It's obvious what's wrong.

I've made myself into a kebab!

OK, look, I'm gonna write you
something up for that right now.

Here you are, Gabrielle.
I will get onto that for you.

OK. And I'll get a surgical consult.
Thank you.

The good news is, mate, everything
seems to be in one piece under there.

Oh, yeah, here it comes.
What's the bad news?

Well, somehow
we're gonna have to pull it out.

Is that what these symptoms
would usually mean? Pregnancy?

Often, yeah.

Mmm. That would've been
a nice diagnosis.

Are you hoping to have a child?

Mmm.

Despite being 40 and single,
it's something I'd love.

Being 40 is no barrier
to becoming a mother.

My husband and I tried for years.

Luckily for him, he was
also trying with someone else.

Successfully, I should add.

Still, you have plenty of time yet.

Just have to snag myself a bloke
that's not a commitment-phobe.

(GROANS)

I'm sorry. Are you sore there?
(GROANS) Yeah, a bit.

What do you do for work, Theresa?

Um, I'm an illustrator
for children's books.

Have you found something?

There is some kind of mass here.

W-what is it?

It could be any number of things.

So I'm gonna organise some X-rays.

Should I be worried?
Do you think it'll help?

Back in a few minutes.

Charlotte.

Are you OK? You seemed a bit thrown
when you came back from Frank.

I'm fine. Can you just get her ready
for Radiology, please?

Keith's medical history.
Tracked down a family?

Wife's on her way in.

She shed any light
on what's going on?

No. She said he was
completely fine last night.

Well, he's not fine now.

What have you got in there, mate?

He was in five years ago
for a stomach ulcer.

Apart from that, it's a dead end.

No addictions,
no head trauma, no pysch history.

Seems to be a normal guy.

Yeah, who's having
a psychotic episode.

Nothing showed up in the pathology?
It's not back yet.

I don't know.
It doesn't seem like drugs to me.

Me either.

If the bloods come back clean,
what then?

That's a tough one. He's found
wandering the streets in his PJs.

There's no head trauma.

There's no history
of psychiatric illness.

Some type of acute episode.

I'll chase up the bloods.

Tests are back. She's not pregnant.
There's no urinary tract infection.

I think we can stop looking
for what's causing her pain.

Oh, my God.

Is that a tumour?

I don't know yet.

What are the symptoms?

They were non-specific -
cramps, nausea.

Bloods came back clean.

Well, it's too large
to be an ovarian cyst.

Have you considered
uterine leiomyoma?

Of course. Though why it appears
bony, I have no idea.

OK, well, get a surgical consult.
Thank you.

If I need your advice,
I'll search that out.

Is there...a problem here?

No.

Then it's cancer,
this thing you've found.

It's too early to say
what the mass is.

So, how big is it?

It...

It's big.
It's about the size of a grapefruit.

So, what happens now?

We will do an ultrasound
and a CT scan,

find out what we're dealing with
and then the best way to proceed.

Theresa, is there anyone
you'd like me to call?

No...thanks.

My sister's in Hawaii
with her family.

I don't want her coming here now.

Not if we don't know anything.

OK.

I'll check if Radiology
are ready for us.

Are you alright?

Yeah. I think so.

Won't be long.

Thanks.

Do you want me to organise
a surgical consult?

No, I'll take care of it.

Charlotte, I'm not prying

but if there is something wrong

and you need to vent or whatever,

I'm here.

Thanks.
I mean it.

I know. I know. I'm... Thank you.

I know. I'm sorry. I'm fine. Really.

Lyn. I'm Erica.
We spoke on the phone.

This is Dr West.

Hi, Lyn.
I don't understand what's happened.

How did he hurt himself?

I understand that
this might be a bit of a shock

but we think your husband is having
some sort of psychotic episode.

What?

He's hearing helicopters in his head

and he's saying
that they're trying to kill him.

Can I see him?
Yeah. Yeah.

Help me! No! Help me!

STEVE: Can I get a hand here?
Make it stop!

(WHIRRING)
Grab his legs.

(GROANS) Make it stop!

2.5mg...

(WHIRRING)

Help me! Help me! Please!

(WHIRRING)

(GROANS)
Just relax, Keith.

2.5mg midazolam.

Please don't let this happen.
(GROANS)

Not again.
(GROANS)

That wasn't the man I've been with
for 13 years. That wasn't Keith.

You said that something
was happening 'again'.

Well, not to him.

Keith has never been like this.

It was his dad.

He had a breakdown.

He was diagnosed
with a mental illness?

I don't know exactly.

The family hated talking about it.

I only met his dad a few times.

He used to shuffle around the house
talking to himself...

..making no sense.

It might be useful to track down
a medical history on Keith's father.

You could help us with that.

Keith said his dad just got to a
point where he couldn't cope anymore.

It may have nothing to do
with what's happening

but we have to investigate.

He was asleep when I went to work.
He was fine.

We laid off
the night man in the shop,

so Keith's been doing double shifts.

Could he have been using drugs
to stay awake on the night shifts?

No. He hates drugs. I don't know
what it is but it's not that.

Pathology's completely clear.

Is he going to be
in hospital a long time?

It's very hard to say
at this stage.

I'm sorry we don't have
more answers now.

We have to run more tests before
we know what we're dealing with.

Physical tests or psychological?

We'll start with the physical.

It was his worst fear...

..that he'd end up like his dad.

And the major vessels?

Yeah, the splinter's missed them all.
What did I miss?

Big artery in your leg.
It's a good thing.

I don't see any problems, then.
Let's get him prepped for theatre.

We'll have that plank
out in no time.

Oh, mint!

Um, actually, Mike,
have you got a second?

My girlfriend gets that look.

Is there gonna be a biff?

I am just saying that
I don't see the point in operating

on what is essentially
a surface injury.

So, what do you suggest?
A safety pin and a pair of tweezers?

(CHUCKLES) No.
A femoral 3-in-1 block.

We can do it here,
it has fewer complications

and we're not clogging up theatre.

But clogging up the E.D.'s OK.

(SIGHS)
What's this? Morning tea?

Why? Have you brought scones?

We are considering options
for a timberectomy.

It's the splinter in Resus.

Three of the best minds in the joint

and you're standing around
discussing a splinter?

Mike suggested theatre.

Jack wants to remove it here
with a femoral block.

So?

So, I don't want an E.D. bed
taken up unnecessarily.

Yes, but if we do it my way,
he gets through the system quicker,

there's no general anaesthetic,

fewer complications
and less scarring.

In a perfect situation and
assuming that we don't need the bed,

which is a pretty big assumption.

Vlasek, it's your field.
What do you say?

I'm happy to take him to theatre
but the block would work too.

Right. Well, if Quade feels
he's up to it, he can do it.

"Quade can do it."

Why is it that
no matter what happens

you always manage to
come down against me?

For God's sake.

What I said back there
was totally valid.

Yes, but I'm the boss
and my decision is final.

Right. By my opinions
seem to count for nothing. Again.

It does not.
Really?

Because, you know, if it's not
Charlotte behaving badly, it's Jack.

This is a chance
for Quade to stretch himself.

Removing a splinter
is stretching him?

It's also a less aggressive treatment
for the patient.

And that is our first priority,
isn't it?

You don't see a problem here.
No, I can't. Is that it?

Frank.

What do you want?

I need your opinion on something.

Hmm. Got the report?

Empty uterine cavity.

A 16cm-diameter calcified mass
in her abdo wall.

16cm.
I know. It's huge.

She came in with cramps.
When I palpated, I found that.

I just...I don't know what that is.

Well, my guess would be a teratoma.
But the size is wrong.

Is there any history of cancer?

Until today, she's been healthy -

no prior surgeries,
no hospital admissions.

Well, that's about to change.

Oh. This the X-ray
you want me to have a look at?

Yep.
(SCOFFS)

Do you actually advertise
for bizarre stomach masses

or do they actively seek you out?

What? What's he talking about?

A hairball incident.

No, this is different, Mike.

This mass is hard.
It's completely solid.

Mmm. And huge.

I'd say if it's
a tumour of that size,

she'd be presenting
with a few more symptoms.

So it might not be a tumour.

The sooner we biopsy it
and find out what it is, the better.

Where is she?

Keep me informed, will ya?
Will do.

Hi, Theresa. I'm Mike Vlasek.
He's our head of surgery.

Mind if I have a look at you?
Please.

Are my results in?
Er, they are.

Do you know what it is?
(INHALES SHARPLY)

Unfortunately,

we weren't able to
diagnose the mass from the X-ray.

Which means...surgery?

Yeah. Whatever this thing is,
we need to remove it.

OK.

And I need to tell you

that part of that process may involve
the removal of other affected areas.

What do you mean?

Well, the mass is situated
very close to your uterus.

You may need a hysterectomy.

No. I'm not
gonna have a hysterectomy.

We will do everything we can
to avoid that.

I just need to let you know
that it's a possibility.

But I haven't given up
on having children yet.

I told you that.
I know.

Can't you find out what it is first
before you take it out?

With a mass this size,
it really needs to go -

no matter what it is.

Well, what if I leave it there?
Just for now.

Waiting's not going to be
any good for you, Theresa.

Especially if this
turns out to be cancerous.

Look, I know this is sudden.
And it's confronting.

But not having surgery is your
most dangerous option right now.

I don't want this.

I know that may sound stupid,
but I don't.

Theresa, if there was another way
of treating you, we would offer it.

Well, is there any chance

that I could still have a baby
after this?

This lump you have

would make carrying a child
extremely risky, Theresa.

So, there really is no choice.

I wish there was.

OK. I'll get the theatre organised.

(FOOTSTEPS)

Are you sure there's no-one we can
call for you? A friend maybe?

(SCOFFS)

Two days ago, I had a fight
with my best friend over a book.

Can you believe it?

I can get a phone
if you want to call her.

No, thanks.

Being alone sort of feels right.

(MACHINE BEEPS STEADILY)

Why didn't you go to the funeral?

It was just family.

Aren't you family?

Sorry. It's not my business.

Shh. It's OK, sweetheart.

Everything's going to be OK.

Theatre's ready.

Thank you.

My hand's shaking. I'm sorry.

You won't be able
to read my signature.

It will be fine.

I'm going to come and check on you
when you're in recovery.

Alright?

No. Stop! I'm sorry. I'm not ready
to do this. I can't do this.

Theresa, I know you're scared but
you understand this has to be done.

I'm never gonna have a baby now.
I know.

I can feel it.

I don't want to be alone.
Please. No. Don't, don't.

I'm going to come to theatre
with you, alright?

And I will be there when you
wake up. How's that sound?

(SIGHS)

I'm sorry. I thought
I'd be braver than this.

Hey, you don't need to apologise.

And you certainly
don't need to be brave.

There you go.
That's the hard part done.

Thank you.

(WHISPERS) Thank you.

I'll see you shortly.

Not every day we see an E.D. doctor
holding a hand in surgery.

No big deal.

Maybe you should consider a change.
You don't look half-bad in scrubs.

You should see me out of them.

Tease.

I'll be back later
to see how you went.

Good luck.

Oh. Do everything you can
to avoid that hysterectomy.

Yeah. Of course.

(CLOSES DOOR)

How's it look?

I-i-it looks good!
Liar.

Nurse, you'll tell me the truth.
How's it look?

What does Dr Gallagher say?

That it looks good.
Then it looks good.

Dr Quade?
No!

I wouldn't distract him
right now, Josh.

(GROANS)

If you really want to know,
it looks horrible.

Sweet! The more messed-up it looks,
the worse Shannon will feel, eh?

I mean,
who cleans a friggin' roof anyway?

You ever have friends come over
and say, "Your roof looks filthy"?

I wouldn't think so.

So, Shannon's your girlfriend.
Yeah. Not for long.

She's never got
a nice word to say to me.

No matter what I do,
it's just not right, you know?

(GRUNTS)

How are you feeling?

Yeah, I'm fine.

You have to let me
keep those pieces.

I'll put them up as a cross
to remind me why I dumped her.

Whatever you want.

See, if Shannon said those words,
I'd be a happier man, wouldn't I?

Mmm.
Mmm.

His head scans are clear.
There's no tumours and no bleeding.

So, it's all in his head?
We're still looking.

The psychiatrist will be down soon.
We'll know more after that.

I wish he'd told me
he wasn't coping.

I can't lose him over the business,
over money.

We're not sure
that stress is the cause of this.

No, it must be.

It's just that Keith,
he'll never complain.

Bart, look at these marks
around the entrance to the ear.

Nup, they're not in the other one.

(GROANS, SPLUTTERS)

You're right.
What is it?

Look, there's fluid there as well.

(GRUNTS)
Grab the otoscope.

Why is there fluid? Is that bad?

It could be something in his ear.

Ricky, hold his arm.
I don't want a black eye from this.

You could help us out by just
talking to him nice and calm.

(GRUNTS)

It's OK, sweetheart. It's OK.

Shh. It's alright.

(GRUNTS)
I'm still here.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Shh. I'm right here.

I think we've found our helicopters.

How are you doing, Josh?

Are you alright?
Yeah, I think so, hey.

I've just got
a funny taste in my mouth.

What kind of taste?
It's a bit gross.

It sort of tingles.

(MACHINE BEEPS)

Heart rate's 120. BP is 150 on 90.

He reacting to the anaesthetic.

OK, get him onto the oxygen
and a bolus of fluid.

What's happening?
Toxicity to the anaesthetic.

Can you put the bedhead down?
Why is that alarm going off?

It just means we're going to
give you a little rest.

Don't worry. You'll be fine.
I can't breathe!

Yes, you can, mate. Just relax.
No, no! It feels like I'm dying!

Where's Shannon? What's happening?
Stop talking, mate, and breathe.

This is exactly the reason
we should be in theatre right now.

Good news, Keith.

We've definitely found the problem.

(GRUNTS) I'm not going crazy.
(CHUCKLES) Not today, mate.

We found something in your ear.
What is it?

Some kind of bug's crawled in there,
probably while you were asleep.

So, there's a bug in there.
Well, get it out!

You'll set it off again, mate.
(GROANS)

What is it?
We don't know yet.

It's pressed against your eardrum.
A specialist's coming to extract it.

No. No, no, get it out!

Keith, keep calm, OK?
We can't, Keith. Listen to me.

One mistake and you can
lose your hearing permanently.

Alright?

Get it out!
Keith, no!

(GROANS)

Do something.
You've got to get it out!

Do something!

The specialist isn't down
for an hour, Steve.

We don't have an hour, mate.
Please do something.

(GROANS) Make it stop!

Alright.
Good man. Good man.

OK, Keith, we're definitely
going to get it out right now, mate.

Just hang in there, OK?

FRANK: You're doing well, mate.
Keep breathing.

That's what you said 20 minutes ago.

He's stabilising.

How are you feeling now, Josh?

I feel like I'm suffocating
with this thing on.

I know it feels like that
but it's working.

Your heart rate's dropping.

I could be dead in five minutes.
Where's Shannon?

You know? She's not even here.

That's crap! That's slack.
Mmm.

If I live through this,
things are gonna change.

Hey, Josh, I reckon if you hang on
you might just pull through.

I'm sick of being her dog.
I deserve a little respect.

You know,
to get treated like everyone else.

Of course you do.
That's all anybody wants.

I managed to get it all out
in one piece.

I haven't had a chance to get
a good look at it yet, though.

Has it gone to Pathology yet?

Not yet, no. It's just there.

I can understand why she was in pain.

It seems like it had been there
for quite a while.

And the hysterectomy?

I'm afraid I had to.

Fallopian tubes
were too badly damaged.

May I?

Thank you.

It looks like a rock!

Yeah.

Nearly two kilos of rock.

Oh, my God.

Still, if she's
as healthy as she seems

she should have pretty good recovery.

Mike, you need to see this.

What am I looking for?

The spine.

I think this was a baby.

It's called a lithopedion.

RHIANNON: A what?

A stone baby.

You ever heard of it, Frank?

What? 'Lithope...' No. Never.

Not surprising. There have
only been 300 recorded cases.

It's basically an ectopic pregnancy

that the mother's body
treats an infection

and starts to calcify.

(SCOFFS)

Forgive the stupid question, but how
did she not feel something that big?

The body adjusts around it, I guess.

So, how long was it in there?

Well, according to this story here -

this woman in Morocco -
it was about 46 years.

Theresa wanted a baby so much

and now she has to find out
she was carrying one the whole time.

Hey. How is she?
Still a bit groggy.

Er...have you told her?

Er...I told her
that it wasn't cancer

and that we had to
do the hysterectomy.

I thought the rest of it could wait
until she's more lucid.

So, um, when you think she's ready,
page me and I'll come back.

No. I...I would like to tell her
if that's OK with you.

Then OK.

Thank you.

ERICA: Not long now, Keith...

(WHIRRING)

..the bug out, OK?

I'm flooding your ear.

(GROANS)

I don't understand why it didn't
show up in the scans you took.

An insect's
almost completely opaque,

so there was nothing to show up.

Plus, we were looking for
abnormalities in the brain,

not the ear canal.

Can you pass me
the suction catheter?

(GURGLING)

(GURGLING)

It's stopped.

Does that mean you've killed it?

Yeah, I think so.

OK. Let's get it out.

Stay still, honey.

No need to put
any pressure on the bug.

Just get the tip to it.
I know.

It's bigger than it looked.

Try and get it out in one piece.

Can you see what it is yet?

It looks like a small cockroach.

Oh, yuck! You're kidding!

There we go.

Is it over?

Once we make sure there's
nothing left inside, it is over.

(SIGHS) Thank God for that.

Want to see
the cause of all the trouble?

(MOANS)

Oh.

It was so loud.

The wings were fluttering
directly against your eardrum.

It's like sticking your head
in the world's loudest amplifier.

That's exactly what it was like.

Thank you.
For what?

For being here.

(CHUCKLES) That's full-on.

You wanted to watch.
I wasn't complaining.

Can I still keep the pieces?

Whatever floats your boat.

Now, can you just dress those?
And I'll finish up here.

So, that's it? I'm done?

That's it.
Oh, mint.

Scarring should be minimal. I'd say
you'd be out of here by tomorrow.

Tomorrow?
Yep. You need to stay in overnight.

Can't we speed things up
a little bit?

You had a bad reaction
to the local anaesthetic.

We need to be on the safe side.

Dr Quade said there was
nothing to worry about.

It's just one night.
But I'm taking Shannon out tonight.

The Tigers are playing
at home at Balmain.

Shannon who hasn't
been to see you at all today.

Well, I didn't tell her
what was going on.

What? She panics.
She would've freaked out! She panics.

And when she panics, we fight.
That's always the way it goes.

I can't tell her. She'll kill me!

But if you could call her

and tell her that you're a doctor
and why I can't make it

and that I'm sorry and that
I love her and stuff, that'd be cool.

I'll call her and tell her I'm
a doctor and why you can't make it

and that you love her and stuff.

No offence, Josh,

but if she is as awful
as you made her out to be today,

why stay?

Well, she's not that bad.

She pretends to push me around
and I pretend to hate it.

It's just what we do.

Yeah.

We're gonna get married.

Congratulations.

Are you married, Dr Quade?

Not... No.

Ah, the great splinterectomy
completed, is it?

Yeah. Yeah.

Oh, come on.
You're not still sulking, are you?

Is this working for you?

What?

Me, being your 2IC.
Course it is.

Well, I know it's not a picnic
every day but we get on, don't we?

Come on. We used to get along.

Look, I can't help thinking that
you're punishing me for something

and maybe if you told me
what it was, we could work it out.

I'm not punishing you for anything.

I'm just...wondering
what you really want

because a little while ago,

you had the opportunity
to run this department

but you didn't take it up.

Because I had this stupid idea
that I should be loyal to you.

Yeah, and I appreciate it,

but we both know how...
tempting the offer was.

And you've wanted to run your
own department since you graduated

so I guess I'm just wondering
how long

you'll be content
with playing second fiddle.

How are you feeling?

Like I've had my insides ripped out.

Mike did everything he could.

Mmm. He said it wasn't cancer.

No. No, it wasn't.

So what was it?

It's a little hard to explain.

What's wrong?

The mass that we removed
from your stomach

was a foetus.

(DOOR OPENS)

But I wasn't pregnant.

You tested for it.

This pregnancy...

..must've happened some time ago.

Years, probably.

I...I thought I was pregnant
four years ago.

I...I did a home test
and it was positive.

But then nothing happened.

I was pregnant?

You never had any medical follow-up
or an ultrasound?

I...um...
I thought the test was wrong.

I wanted a baby more than anything.

More than a career.
More than a husband.

I'm so sorry.

Theresa...

I know. Um...I should
be pleased it wasn't cancer.

No-one is underestimating
what you've been through today,

or how hard this is to process,

so you feel how you want to feel, OK?

I'll stay if you want me to.

No. Thank you. Um...

I think I just need some time
to take this in.

Hey.

Hey!

I can't imagine how hard
that was to do.

It was harder for her to hear.

You know, every now and then,
just one of them gets to you

and all that objectivity
you're supposed to have...

..just goes right out the window.

It's because you care.

It's a cheesy thing to say
but it's true.

Theresa was lucky
you were her doctor.

Thanks.

Don't dismiss it.

You made a difference to that woman.

I think it's my duty as your friend
to tell you.

How about I buy us a bottle of wine

and we go back to your place
and get Zach off to bed and...

Get pissed.
..get pissed!

Chat and hang out and whatever.

That sounds so good.
Yeah.

Yeah. (SNIFFS)

Maybe you can tell me what Frank
said to you this morning.

Oh, God. I forgot about that.

He upset you, didn't he?
He didn't mean to.

It's not his fault.

(SIGHS)

Where are you going?

I'm going to tell Frank
how brilliant you've been today.

Unless you're gonna tell him
how brilliant HE is

or make a complaint,
he's really not gonna care.

So let's just sit back down
and discuss with me

what type of wine we're gonna drink.

Yes!

What are you doing?

I just thought...

Sorry.

That's OK.

No, I'm sorry.
Rhiannon, wait.

Rhiannon!

Hi.
Hey.

I'm so sorry to call you out here.

I just could not...could not handle
any more commiserations today.

My God.
How'd it go?

Um...I stuffed the speech up.

Uh...I mean, there was so much
that I wanted to say.

I look up. Everyone's bawling.

Oh, come here.
And I...

I could only think how much Dad
would've laughed his head off at me

and just how much I wished
you were there.

Your mum needed her boys.
I understand that.

So I don't get to have you
ALL the time.

Yeah. About that.

Mum's a mess.
Hmm?

I'm really worried about her.

Well, it's going to take
a lot of time and a lot of support.

Which is why I've asked her and Luke
to come and stay with me

for a couple of weeks, at least.

Now, I know that that's gonna be
a little bit awkward...

..for you and I, but...

It's OK. Really.

You guys all need to be together.

Just give it a couple of days, OK?

And then you can come round.
We can have dinner.

You know? We'll work things out.

Sure. That'd be good.

She's gonna love you just as much
as I do. You know that.

Don't ya?

Yeah. What's not to love about me?

Yeah.
(PAGER BEEPS)

I'm going to have to go, OK? Hey.

I love you, OK?

She just said that
she wanted time to think.

And there's no family support?
Not at the moment.

Still in ICU?
Yes.

OK. Counselling.
Has that been organised yet?

Not yet.

Alright. I'll go up to see her now.

I'll have to do the other follow-ups
in the morning.

Thank you.

Hey, Zoe. Have you seen Rhiannon?
Mm-mm.

Hey, listen.
I...I was a bit ragged earlier on.

I'm sorry I snapped at you.
I understand.

You seen Frank?
Yeah. He's in his office.

Hey, look, is there anything
I can help you with?

Thank you, but no,
it's a personal matter.

(DOOR OPENS)

You're ge... Hey. Hey.

You alright?

No, I'm not.

Ah! Ah! No! No, stop right there.

You can't have thought it through.
You haven't had enough time.

So before you shoot yourself
in the foot with an answer...

I have thought it through.
..just listen to me.

If you're determined to leave,
then I can help you get a placement.

I understand that St Angela's
is looking for a new...

(CLEARS THROAT)
..Director of Medicine.

Frank.

But I would hope...Charlotte,
that I can talk you out of it.

I'm staying.

Sorry. What?
I'm staying.

Oh.

Even though I may not get paid
for my qualification,

you know I've completed
the Fellowship.

So does everyone else here.
Of course...of course we do.

Every... Are you sure?

Yeah, I'm sure.

As soon as I get a chance to upgrade
your status and get you more money,

you know I will.

Thanks. Yeah, I know you will.
I will.

Yeah, I know.
I know you know that.

OK. So, see you tomorrow, then.

See you tomorrow.
(COUGHS) Don't be late.

(SIGHS)

I can't help you if you don't tell me
what the problem is.

I know. I'm...sorry.

No, that's OK. That's OK.

Personal?

Work-related?

Nobody needs to know that we talked.

It's about Charlotte.

Mm-hm?

She just hit on me.

'Hit on you' as in...?

She kissed me.

I don't...I don't know why.

I think she thought I was gay
or something, and I'm not.

Is it possible that you
misinterpreted this?

That...
How do you misinterpret that?

I stopped her.
I thought I did it nicely.

And then she threatened to say that
I initiated it if I said anything.

I don't believe this.

Well, I know you're all friends
with Charlotte

and you'll probably
believe her over me.

That's not the issue. I'm just
trying to work out what happened.

I told you what happened.

You can't...you can't
just ignore it.

No, I can't.

I want to make a formal complaint.

If that's what you wanna do...
That's what I wanna do.