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Nasty MVA, Jess. Two patients, both with multiple injuries.

Did you hear what I said?

Yes, multiple MVA, blah blah blah.

I'll set up Resus in a minute.

Yeah, whatever, Jess.

Oh. Um, we need help here.

Oh.

Got you, mate.

I'll get a trolley.

Hey, mate, I'm Dr Hughes. Can you hear me?

Pupils 3, brisk reaction to light. Found the source of that blood yet?

No idea, but there's plenty of it.

You know where you are?

There's a small temporal contusion here.

But it wouldn't be enough to explain this amount of blood.

What have we got?

Nothing obvious. The injury must be to his back.

Let's log roll him.

He's normotensive 135/75, pulse 98.

No sign of any injury or puncture marks.

Nothing.

This blood isn't his.

Well, whose blood is it?

THEME MUSIC

17-year-old male, unrestrained passenger in high-speed MVA.

Car versus pole.

Patient ejected 20 metres from point of impact.

NELSON: Von, give us a hand here.

Hughes!

Lacerations and contusions on cheek, GCS 3 at scene.

FRANK: On three. One, two, three.

Intubated. Both arms cannulated. BP 95/40, pulse 135.

Why do kids have to bloody speed?

Probably the three cop cars on his tail.

Need bloods for an urgent crossmatch.

NELSON: I'll take them.

ETT placement confirmed. Put him on the ventilator.

Kids aren't made to go through bloody windscreens.

Possible fractured mandible and right orbital socket.

Profuse bleeding from the left leg. Open fracture of the tib and fib.

Ecchymosis to the abdomen.

Pupils fixed and dilated.

BP's unpalpable.

BEEPING

He's in VT. We're going to have to zap him.

Don't bother, Vincent.

We've got macerated brain matter here.

Second casualty from the police pursuit's come in.

Acute, please.

(man shouts) Don't touch me! Get your friggin' hands off me!

Crossmatch and usual bloods. Morphine 10mg in 2.5 increments.

Don't forget his blood alcohol.

Pupils 4, brisk reaction to light.

Dislocated ankle on the left leg. Open fracture on the right.

Pedal pulses present.

You mongrels, you're killing me!

(groans)

THUNDER ROLLS

Hey, Dad.

Just made a pot of tea. Great.

You're looking good, Dad.

That's your expert opinion, is it?

Why, have you been sick?

I'll live.

That's the closest you've been to your brothers in 10 years.

Oh, come on, ref. Handball! Give us a break.

I forgot. You take sugar. I'll get you some.

No, don't worry. I'll get it.

Sure you remember where it is?

Oh, it's alright for some - still lounging around at this hour.

Hmm, remind me to put a lock on that door.

Nurse said that you've been flirting with them.

Yeah, regular Casanova, I am.

Okay, so, food's bad, the hours are terrible

and the service is non-existent, right?

No charge for the Ferrari, though.

So, when were you going to tell me your hydrotherapy starts today?

I'm not going.

Really?

Cate, just let me do this in my own time, okay?

Depends if your time is in the next 10 minutes.

What have we got here?

Swimmers, towel, wheels - I think we're set to go.

I hate swimming.

You call yourself an Aussie?

Come on, Mac.

The first time's always the toughest but let's just get it out the road.

You're not listening to me. I'm not going.

That's what you think.

Wow, what a cool place.

Hey, guys. How you going? I'm Troy. You must be Mac.

Welcome to my little oasis.

Are you family? Uh, no, I'm Cate. Uh, towel bearer.

Sorry, this is a friend of mine. Nice to meet you.

Okay, let's get you started.

We'll take it easy this morning just to see what you're capable of.

You haven't been using your leg muscles for some time

so we're just gonna get them started again.

What if it's too soon? What if my legs don't hold me?

That's where I come in to it.

Initially, this is just about getting your body moving slowly

whilst putting minimal stress on your actual injury.

This chair's been made to go into the water,

so I'll wheel you down and float you out.

Will you be cool with that?

(sighs)

Okey-dokey.

Here we go. The water should be nice and warm too.

LAPPING OF WATER

Charlotte, his watch is engraved with "To Lyall, love Penny",

but that's all we've got.

Okay, thanks, Jess.

Hey, Lyall, I'm Dr Beaumont. You're at All Saints Hospital.

We're trying to figure out what happened to you.

Can you tell me where this blood came from?

Any progress? We have a name. That's about it.

But his CT scan showed no abnormalities.

Hmm, called the police? Not yet.

Has being pregnant made you soft in the head?

A man's covered with blood, no sign of injury

and you don't think you need to call the police?

What's he going to say, Frank? He's catatonic.

I don't care. Call the cops.

DAN: I'll do it. Dan.

Once Psych gets down here and blood results come back,

it might shed some light, so...

Um, spontaneous posturing? It happens in catatonia.

I've never seen it before.

Will you put up maintenance fluids -

one litre of normal saline at KVO rate?

No problem.

(yells) Give me something for the pain!

Hey. Listen to me, you bastards!

Mate, it's okay.

You're in All Saints Hospital.

(groans)

Just... Hey, take it easy.

Charlotte, Lyall's not playing statues anymore.

That kid's antics have really stirred him up big-time.

Can I give him some Diazepam? Better not.

We don't know what's wrong with him. We don't want to mask any symptoms.

Can I give him something?

Give him 0.5mg of risperidone if you can give it to him orally.

Otherwise, just stay with him and I'll review him as soon as I can.

Thanks, Dan.

(groans)

TROY: Ease it back up. This is great.

You're doing a great job.

Yeah. Hurts like hell.

No-one said this would be easy.

Okay, and one more down.

One more down. (pants)

Great. Excellent.

Alright, I'm taking it out now.

I'll put this over here.

I'm going to take you to the next level.

This is the next level.

You got to trust me.

I want you to give it a go, standing up coming towards me.

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

I'm not going to risk any further injury, okay?

I know my legs won't hold me.

Mac, do you want me to hop in? Would you feel safer?

No, it wouldn't help, Cate.

Listen, mate, I know this is really full-on for ya,

but your recovery starts right here, right now.

It's important that you're up on your feet as soon as you can.

All I want to do is see you try a couple of steps.

Okay? Just try it.

Listen, I tell you what.

You get up once and walk towards me,

we'll call it quits for the morning.

You might surprise yourself.

Just don't rush me. Okay, cool.

Excellent. Nice.

You're on your feet.

I'm going to take a step back and I want you to come towards me.

It's fine. Mac, Mac, Mac, relax. Relax.

Seriously, this happens all the time. It's fine.

It's a natural thing first go.

You did a great job.

Get me out of here now. Just get me out of here!

Okay. Mac, it's cool.

I'm going to put you back in the chair, okay?

Come on, I'll put you back in the chair.

Give me your weight. Give me your weight. Come on.

You'll be right, mate.

You all don't help me. I'm stuffed!

FRANK: This kid's a mess - displaced fracture of the pelvis.

Hairline fracture of T8.

No wonder the poor bugger's in agony.

Getting soft on us, Frank?

We're all young and stupid once, Von.

Some more than others, of course.

What do you want to do first?

We just reduce the dislocated ankle,

apply backslabs if we can't get him off to Theatre soon.

What did the psych say?

Possibly an acute schizophrenic episode or a post-traumatic reaction,

so she'll review him again once we've cleared him medically.

Still waiting on a drug tox screen,

but the rest of his bloods are unremarkable.

Charlotte, the police are on their way

and they have had no incident reports involving a 'Lyall'.

Thanks, Reg.

Still a mystery man, then.

JACK: How's work? It's a living.

That's it? It's a living?

Did you come all the way here

to check on my miserable life at the railway?

Oh, come on, ref! He's a mile offside.

I can't watch this. Turn it off, then.

Too good for the football?

You used to like watching it.

What's your go now? Opera, I suppose?

Your brothers think you're too good for us.

That's crap.

If you'd see them more often, they might not think that way.

I'm the only one that can pick up a phone?

You made it pretty clear you're not interested in us.

I'm here, aren't I?

And why is that?

(sighs) Why? I can't come and see my old man every now and then.

So, I should pencil you in for every second Sunday, should I?

(sighs and clears throat)

Why are you here, Jack?

What, are you sick? Need money?

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

THUNDER ROLLS

ENGINE TURNS OVER SLUGGISHLY

Come on!

Come on!

I thought you'd made enough money to replace this heap.

Shows how ignorant you are.

Let's get it off the street and I'll take a look at it.

Shouldn't be too hard to fix.

I'll get the toolbox.

You're right. There's not much we can do if the guy's not talking.

We'll check it out, though.

Right now, my priority lies with the MVA.

Dr Campion is the one you want to talk to.

G'day.

Peter Saunders.

This is Constable Reynolds.

We're here to check on two blokes brought in earlier.

The ones you lot ran into a pole?

Dean Johnson and, uh...

Johnson's providing a soundtrack.

We'll need a word with both of them, mate.

I'm afraid you're out of luck. He's in no state to talk.

Sounds pretty vocal to me. That's called moaning in pain.

We need a statement from him.

If you'd been lighter on the accelerator

you could be having a chinwag with him.

Instead, we're trying to patch him up bit by bit.

We made a judgment call at the time. Obviously...

It's called "bad judgment". What else could we do, mate?

These morons are all over the road doing 160km/h in the suburbs.

You'd rather we turn a blind eye to it?

Better than killing them. I couldn't agree more.

But if they collected an old lady, a kid,

you'd demand to know why we didn't stop them.

It'd be all over the front of this morning's newspaper.

That wouldn't look good, would it?

There are no winners in my game, Doctor.

Certainly not the other kid. He's dead.

Come on.

I'll get it. Leave it.

Leave it!

Fine. It's left.

How did the session end up today?

Nobody twisted your arm to be here, you know.

I didn't ask you to get involved.

I didn't think I needed an invitation.

Mac, what's wrong?

I look up, and you've gone.

Not a word, just... gone.

I'm sorry. I, uh...

..I thought you might feel better

if I wasn't sitting there gawking at you.

Oh, please. Don't start lying to me now.

Okay, I freaked out watching you...

Struggle?

Yeah.

Do me a favour.

If you're going to walk, do it now.

I'm not.

Look at me.

I'm not going anywhere.

You scared the hell out of me, Cate.

Don't do it again... okay?

I promise.

14mm.

That's a spanner, son. Yeah, I know.

I remember when you first bought this heap.

You were so proud of yourself.

Yeah, it was a good car.

No, it wasn't.

I just never had the heart to tell you.

I think your brothers were jealous.

Half-brothers, Dad. They never let me forget it.

Turn it over.

ENGINE TURNS OVER SLUGGISHLY

More stubborn than I thought.

You're going to be a grandfather. That's why I'm here.

You ought to get this thing tuned.

Hey. Did you hear me?

Yeah, I heard ya.

Your first granddaughter.

What about the mother? When do I get to meet her?

That's, um... complicated.

Yeah, it always is.

There's your problem, right there. The starter motor.

I'll rip it out and have a look at it.

Feel like a beer?

Yeah.

MAN: Take it easy, will ya?

Tell me where he is. Tell me!

This is the worst of it over. Stuff you.

Why won't you help me?

We're doing our best, Dean.

Give him another 2.5mg of morphine.

Where's Paul?

Uh, Dr Campion will talk to you in a minute.

Where is he? What have you wankers done with him?

Okay, just calm down. Get away from me, will you?

Just leave me alone.

Right, I'll be back with more pain relief.

That'd be good.

Hey. It's okay, Lyall. DEAN: Paul! Paul!

Just come on, mate. Try to relax.

DEAN: Where are you, mate? Can you hear me?

Where have you taken my mate?

You ought to be helpin' me.

(quietly) Stop it, please.

Just stop it.

Lyall, it's alright.

Hey, you're at All Saints Hospital.

Help. Someone help.

Who? Who do you want me to help?

Forgive me.

I'm so sorry.

What... what are you sorry for, Lyall?

I couldn't stop.

Don't die. Please, don't die.

Oh.

Theatre's still chockers?

Apparently, they're clearing as fast as they can.

Hmm.

You obviously haven't told him about his friend.

He's having enough trouble coping with his own injuries.

If I tell him his mate's dead,

the poor bugger'll probably lose the plot.

Any news on Theatre?

Stick with it, Hughes. The sooner the better.

Sure.

Seen a ghost?

No, Lyall's just started talking. Well, rambling, rather than talking.

Problem?

Maybe. I think that he's done something he shouldn't have.

What makes you think that?

He keeps saying that he's sorry, asking for forgiveness.

For what? I don't know.

But he's in there, begging someone not to die, saying he couldn't help,

but he comes in covered in blood.

I think he's killed someone.

Judging by all the muck in this,

it's been a while since you had it looked at.

Yeah.

Car like that needs a bit of TLC, mate.

I know.

Why didn't you ever ask me if I wanted to contact my mum?

I wouldn't have known where to find her.

I met the woman twice, Jack.

The night you were conceived

and the day two years later when she dropped you on my doorstep.

What, she didn't ever try and find out about me?

Another one?

I was hoping she'd send you a birthday card

because I didn't even know what day it was.

I had to go to the registry office to find out.

How does a mother walk away from her kid like that?

I don't get it, Dad.

Neither do I, Jack. I never have.

So that's your problem, is it?

You're worried you're going to be a lousy parent

like your mother and I were?

The thought's crossed my mind, yeah.

You had food on the table, a roof over you.

And a father who couldn't stand the sight of me.

So, tell me, Jack.

Are you pissed off at me because I was here being a lousy father

or because your mother wasn't here at all?

I think there's more beer in the back fridge.

Take a look at this.

Nice. (chuckles)

I forgot you were male for a second. She's hideous.

No, she's not. She's got lovely features.

(laughs)

I think it's about time we got you back in the pool.

Cate? Hmm?

We're not going through this routine again, are we?

Well, I'd hoped we wouldn't. Good.

I told you. I don't need a nurse, I need a friend.

Yes, you've made it very clear what you need.

But what about what I need?

You've been rehearsing this speech, haven't you?

Well, I had to do something whilst pacing this hospital.

I'm prepared to do whatever it takes to get you back on your feet.

Is that right?

That's right.

Starting with this.

What are you doing?

KNOCK ON DOOR

Hey, guys. We're up.

You'll just have to wait till later.

So, how are you feeling?

Good.

Excellent. Let's get you up and into your chair.

Sure you don't want one?

Both of you. What?

I'm pissed off at both of you because I'm gonna be a father

and I don't know what the hell that is.

Not bad.

Hey! Just for once... would you talk to me?

(sighs)

What do you want me to say?

You want to hear that I really did love you?

That I wouldn't have changed a thing?

If I had the chance, I'd change it all, Jack.

I wouldn't have cheated on my wife.

I wouldn't have opened the door the day your mum turned up.

I should have just... walked away.

It would've been a lot easier.

Do you want my advice? You should do the same, right now.

Walk away before it all blows up in your face.

JESS: This should take the edge off the pain.

His obs are stable. Sure.

Sorry about the wait, son. It won't be much longer.

Been saying that for hours.

Yes, but there are other serious cases.

I don't give a toss.

I'm in pain and you won't help. We're doing what we can, Dean.

We've given you morphine for the pain.

I've reduced your dislocated ankle. It's not good enough.

Okay, here's the deal - I know you're in pain.

You're the one who put yourself here. You're the one who stole the car.

You're the one who put other people's lives in danger.

Not my fault. Where's Paul?

You bastards better tell me where he is.

Your friend died shortly after the accident.

You're lying. There was nothing we could do.

You're full of it. He had massive head injuries.

Can't be dead. DEAN: Liar.

It's okay.

You put him through a bloody window. Liar!

I'm not lying. I'm not lying.

Liar!

Lyall? Lyall, stop!

Hey, Lyall!

Yeah, I'll get Security.

Get that psycho out of here!

FRANK: Everyone, take it easy.

Keep away from me, mate. You're real tough... tough guy.

Put down the scalpel. Argh!

Dan?

LYALL: Yelling and screaming. Real tough. You're a big man.

Do something, will ya? I'm in charge now. Me!

You got that? Lyall, listen to me.

What does it feel like?

Don't hurt me, please.

FRANK: Everyone, just stay calm. Just keep your head.

Lyall? Please...

Lyall, it's okay.

Don't hurt me. Please, don't hurt me.

Give me that.

Come on, give me that.

It's okay. It's alright.

(Lyall sobs) Sorry.

(sobs) I couldn't stop it.

Why couldn't I stop it?

DEAN: Get the psycho out of here! Get him locked up!

I hurt you.

Oh, it's fine. I'll say a shark got me.

How are you feeling, Lyall?

One Diazepam should keep him settled.

Do you want me to look at that? I'm fine, Jess.

That was really stupid, Dan.

Hmm.

You okay? Mm-hm.

Are you going to schedule him?

I have no choice. He's clearly made himself a danger to others.

You disagree? No, of course not.

He's not a psychopath, Charlotte.

You saw him, he snapped. He was somewhere else completely.

I don't know what I saw, to be honest.

What did his drug screen say?

It came back clear

so we've eliminated every medical option I can think of.

Let's get you cleaned up. Yep.

Any idea why he's fixated on Dean?

No, but hopefully the police will be able to join the dots for us.

You going to live?

Yeah, it looks like it.

You should have backed off, Dan.

I know, Frank.

You know the police are going to want statements

and I'll need an incident report.

Frank, I'll take it from here, mate.

Yes, yes, I know, I know. It's not my jurisdiction.

But oddly enough, me old china, it kind of pisses me off

when the nursing staff look like getting killed in my ED,

especially the odd one I kind of like.

Go on, get back to work.

So, that's what you were up to before?

What did you think I was up to?

Steady on. Now you're distracting my patient.

Okay. Same as before?

Yep. But this time, we're only going to take a few steps very slowly.

Bring your legs around. Great.

Alright.

Bring your upper body up.

Yep. Yep.

Excellent.

Okay.

When you're ready, just really gently take a step up.

Okay. How's that feel?

It hurts.

I'm sure it does.

Okay, start to put more weight on your feet.

I'm going to step back from you.

You're right, you're right.

Yep, yep.

Okay? Mm-hm.

Okay. Now, in your own time, one little step.

One step.

And again.

Take it easy, because obviously you haven't used your muscles for ages.

Mate, I just want to get to the other side.

That's the attitude - determination.

Come on. Don't rush it.

Ooh, yeah.

You okay?

Yeah. What are you worried about?

(laughs)

ENGINE HUMS

Don't forget to tune her.

I won't.

That was such a strong session. Well done for your first day.

Don't give him a fat head.

He's got a big enough one as it is.

So, how would you rate my progress

compared to other people with this injury?

It's not really something that you can compare

because everybody's different.

Um, and you're just starting out too.

So, how do you think I'll do?

Mac, you're too competitive for your own good.

Yeah, it's something you'll have to wait and see.

I want your professional opinion.

You know he can't tell you anything.

(sighs)

Worst-case scenario...

..you may not get full sensation back in your legs.

Now, your walking may continue to improve,

but the chances are you're not going to be able

to deal with anything too physically demanding.

Like being an ambo?

Yeah, like being an ambo.

But that's the worst-case scenario, okay?

I'm going to finish cleaning up, then I'll take you to your room.

We'll be here.

Don't start.

You knew he couldn't give you the answer you wanted to hear.

We don't give promises of full recovery.

You know how it works.

Why did you push him?

Because, alright?

Because for one minute, I felt good.

Like I wasn't going to wind up stuck in this thing.

Okay, let's rock and roll.

Let's go.

This is the guy you told us about earlier, right?

Yeah, we're not sure what set him off,

but he attacked one of the guys from the MVA.

He's name's Lyall Dalton.

The blood probably belonged to his wife.

We found her deceased at their home.

He killed her?

Our investigations suggest that

during the early hours of this morning,

Mr Dalton and his wife were the victims of a home invasion.

Now, the car we were pursuing, your MVA, was registered to him.

Those kids had Lyall's car?

Exactly.

We believe the robbery went wrong and Mrs Dalton was killed.

We found a bloodied baseball bat at the scene.

Our boys panicked, took the car and shot through.

What are you looking at?

That kid murdered Lyall's wife?

I am so sorry, Lyall.

They were kids.

Two ordinary-looking kids who wanted to use the phone.

I didn't think.

I gave them everything we had - our money, jewellery.

They didn't have to hit her. I gave them everything.

The TV was on. It was an old movie that Penny loved.

She's got a thing for Cary Grant.

I should have done something to stop them.

I tried to help her but he held me back.

He just kept asking for more and more...

I begged him to stop.

"Just let her go. Hit me, don't hit her."

The older one just laughed.

Then there was just... Penny and me and...

all that blood.

So much of it.

And no matter how much I begged her to open her eyes...

"Just... open your eyes for me, Penny."

"Come on, sweetheart.

"Just look at me. Please.

"Please."

Hey, you okay?

He... Dan?

Shh, it's okay.

Hey.

We plonked the guy right down next to his wife's murderer, Jess.

No wonder he was freaking out.

Every time he heard Dean's voice... You couldn't possibly have known.

He must have been repeating what Dean said to him during the robbery.

Word for word, when he had the scalpel.

Dan...

He saw his wife die in front of him, and I was telling him to calm down.

What else could you have done?

I don't know. Something. Anything. I don't know, Jess.

Dan, stop it, okay?

You did what any of us would have done.

(sniffs)

Hey. Why don't you take a break, okay?

I'll cover for you.

Thanks.

Hey, Doc.

You change your mind about those thugs?

That's what it's like for us, you know.

We're always having to make snap decisions.

And, not surprisingly, we don't always get them right.

But you don't get read about great police work

over your morning cappuccinos, do you?

You only get the bad stuff, the mistakes.

Listen, Constable,

you didn't know those kids were murderers

when you slammed them into a pole,

and now you're just trying to salve a guilty conscience.

Face it - a bad call is a bad call.

Around here, we try to make the right call every time.

And do you?

You make the right call every time?

REGINA: Frank.

Admin wants to know when the budget's going to be ready.

Some time after I start it.

Give those to Charlotte, will you?

Sure.

Hi.

What are you doing here?

Uh, just came to see you.

Oh.

What is it?

It's an elephant.

How did you know, Jack? I've always wanted a pink elephant.

Okay, don't give me grief,

because I've done emergency procedures

that were easier than choosing that thing.

It's cute.

Uh...

..I sorted some things out today.

I just needed to make sure that I could see this thing through...

..and not just the pregnancy or the first couple of years

but forever.

I don't want to make the same mistakes my parents did.

I called you last night.

Yeah. Sorry I didn't... get back to you.

The baby kicked.

What?

She was kicking up a storm.

If she doing it now? She doesn't perform it on cue, Jack.

Oh.

Come on, little baby.

You can do it for your dad.

Come on, Dan Dan.

I'll buy you a drink. You deserve it.

How easy was that?

Replace "Dan Dan" with "Vinnie Vinnie" and you have your hot date.

Dan! Vincent.

Dan! Vincent.

Come on. I'm serious. Life's too short.

Yeah, alright.

Good luck.

Vincent. Hi.

Beth, hi. What are you doing here?

I just had a check-up.

I passed with flying colours, so...

That's great. I'm really pleased.

Actually, I'm glad to have run into you.

I wanted to say thanks again.

New Year's Eve was crazy and...

Look, the main thing is that you're okay.

How about I buy you a drink?

It's not really necessary. I'd like to.

Beth, I think it'd probably be better if we just, um...

I've got the wrong idea, haven't I?

Yeah, you have.

I'm really sorry, I'm not looking for a relationship at the moment.

I'm sorry. I thought there was more to it.

Um... (chuckles)

Well, anyway, I'll just pick up my self-respect and I'll be on my way.

Um...

..I'll see you later.

See you. Okay, see you.

I think I should be making tracks - let you get some rest.

Do you want a hand into bed?

Who says I need a hand?

That's the Mac I know and love.

(clears throat)

Come on. Get on with it.

You just going to stand and watch?

Yes. Supervising's what I do best.

(chuckles)

You okay? Yeah.

Argh. I've got you, I've got you.

You okay? Yeah.

Swing your arm around over me.

God, I hate this.

You right?

Yeah.