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(Cate giggles) Alright. Here's another one.

How many men does it take to change a roll of toilet paper?

CHARLOTTE: Uh... 20.

Nobody knows 'cause it never happened.

(laughs) Foreplay.

What? (together) Exactly.

(both laugh)

What's a man's idea of foreplay? Time we went home.

(laughs) Close. Alright. Yep.

Come on, Cate. Let's go. It's time we went.

You're gonna be hilarious tomorrow. He's right.

No. I'm having one more. No. We're going.

Come on. Put it down.

Charlotte. What do you want?

No, thank you.

What is up with her?

I don't know. It's Mac, I think.

Gill's back on the scene, apparently.

And that means...?

No idea.

Whoa, too much lemonade for me. God, I'm off to the bathroom.

I'll be back.

Hi, stranger.

Well. Surprise, surprise.

I just felt like having a drink.

Really?

Well, who's Mr Paranoid?

I don't know, Beth. It just seems a bit of a coincidence.

We seem to be having a lot of them lately.

Coincidences happen.

Just relax.

Let me buy you and your girlfriends a drink.

No, look, we're actually going. Sorry.

CATE: Come on, mate. It's a little thing called service.

A woman's not a camel. I think you've had enough.

Line 'em up, mate. Cate, we're going.

Alright. See ya.

No, you're coming too. Come on.

Wouldn't have thought so. Come on, Cate.

Charlotte, can you talk him out of it?

You will thank him tomorrow. Come on.

Geez, it's like going out with my grandparents.

You two are about as much fun as a fart in an elevator.

CHARLOTTE: If his output's down we better keep him in.

No, no, I'm just outside.

I'll be two minutes. (Gasps) TYRES SCREECH

TYRES SCREECH

(screams in pain)

TYRES SCREECH

(sobs)

(gasps)

THEME MUSIC

Charlotte. Where's the pain? Did you hit your head?

Are you okay?

I'm just gonna put this collar on you, Charlotte.

Charlotte? (sobs)

Come on, it's got to go on. Come on. (sobs)

Alright. Let's get her inside.

We're gonna roll you on to spine board.

(weeps) No. No, no.

Be careful here guys. On three, okay?

One, two, three.

(screams in agony)

Okay. Go.

Beautiful. Let's get her up. Just try and relax.

Try and relax. Try and relax.

One, two, three. (cries) Please.

Nearly there.

Sweetheart, we're going to take really good care of both of you.

I'm just going to give you some oxygen.

(cries)

Let's go. Ow!

Her BP's 100/70. That's normal.

JACK: I'll get a cannula in.

(screams in pain)

I think you've fractured your pelvis.

I'm just going to take some blood from you, okay?

FBC, UEC, groups and hold, Kleihauer-Betke.

I'm not bleeding. I know.

But the Kleihauer...?

Charlotte, it's just a precaution.

I need to know if you've suffered any placental blood loss.

Fluids to KVO? Yes.

Saline. Once you've got the bloods off, inform Radiology.

No X-rays.

Listen to me. I said no.

Charlotte, it's the only way I can determine

if you've fractured your pelvis.

You don't need to confirm that.

The treatment for a fracture is rest. I will rest, I promise.

Charlotte.

Vincent, you can't force her.

I need to know if this fracture's stable.

Why don't you just back off? You and you out.

She's my patient now.

Frank... Out.

Margo Phillips is upstairs with an emergency caesar.

She's been notified. Can you get me a doppler?

This young woman needs to hear her baby's heartbeat... don't you?

You'll be alright, love.

How's Charlotte?

Possible pelvic fracture.

Scared.

And the baby?

Baby's fine, Reg. For now.

The police are here to see Charlotte.

Sorry, she's still being examined.

We can wait. We'll need her clothes for forensics.

I can do that. You can wait in the common room.

Do you guys have any witnesses?

Not so far. Hopefully Ms Beaumont got a good look at the car.

Why didn't the driver stop? I don't understand that.

I don't know. Too scared or too gutless.

Its not as though it was deliberate. No-one would wanna hurt Charlotte.

154 beats a minute.

Now, I'm no obstetrician,

but I would say that is a healthy heartbeat.

And what do you reckon?

(sobs) That's beautiful.

Good girl.

Oh, wow. So it's a girl.

Well, don't feel you have to name her 'Von'.

(laughs quietly) Can I get you anything?

I'm okay, thank you.

I'll set up a foetal ultrasound.

Can you run in another 250ml. I need your bladder full for this.

I'll give Margo a hoy and see what time she'll be down here.

Thank you, Frank.

How is she?

So far so good.

CATE: Derek Cook - 24, MVA, car versus pole...

I sneezed. I looked up and wham. ..refuses to lie down.

Chest and shoulder injuries, possible fractured right foot,

I need blood work and X-rays. I need TLC, DVD... (shouts) ..stat!

Is that how you do it? On TV?

He's been practising the whole way in the ambulance.

Derek loves a chat. What did you think?

Was that okay? Yeah, it was great.

How's Mac today? I didn't catch your name.

Nelson. As in Admiral?

What about you, gorgeous?

He won't get away with that for long.

I'll give you $10 on 30 minutes. You're on.

Anything in particular I should know?

Jackass motormouth,

refused a breathalyzer and all treatment at the scene.

All yours.

Mr Cook. I'm Dr Hughes.

How are you doing today?

Not bad for a guy with a broken foot and a sore shoulder.

You think you've fractured your foot?

I've played touch footy and broke it. It feels like it did then. Ow!

How about your shoulder?

Just bruised, I reckon.

You know when you cop a hit and it hurts but you know it's okay.

Watch it. Don't force it. Hurts, but works, baby.

You want a go? No, thank you.

I'll take you for an X-ray, for your foot as well.

Pain relief? I don't want any.

It hurts, but nothing to whinge about.

I'll take bloods then. I don't want anyone taking my blood.

Mr Cook, it's a legal requirement... Not going to happen, mate.

Have you been drinking? No.

Then why?

Because it's invasive and it's my right to refuse.

Don't you think that sounds a little dodgy?

1984.

What's that?

George Orwell. Big Brother, man. It's everywhere.

I believe in protecting my civil liberties.

The government has too much control.

It's everywhere you look - signs -

'No Parking', 'No Standing', 40km/h zones.

They're school zones. Yeah.

Running over school kids, that's not desirable.

Teach the buggers how to cross the road.

Is that too hard? Is that too much to ask?

What do you think, Jessica? Well, I...

It's all part of the same sad story.

Be nice. Be normal.

Take the blood test, though you haven't been drinking.

You're refusing the BAL? Sure am, cowboy.

Thank you.

Is he always that boring?

(laughs)

He's stalling.

He denies drinking and there's no smell of alcohol on him.

I think he's probably just eccentric.

I am not running a halfway house for Arts graduates.

Okay. I'll call the cops.

Tell them to hurry up

before his blood alcohol level gets below the legal limit.

What if he's telling the truth and hasn't been drinking?

Then he's guilty of wasting my time, which is a hanging offence.

Frank. In here.

Jess, can you make the call, please?

What's happened? She's had a bleed.

Cramping? (groans in pain)

Stay with her for a moment, Vincent.

Where's the foetal ultrasound?

I sent the orderly to Maternity for it.

Get the doppler back on her. I'll chase up her obstetrician.

Tell me it's gonna be okay.

Oh, Charlotte, you know I...

Please!

Vincent.

Okay. As you can see here, there's a blood clot behind the placenta.

Am I losing the baby?

Hopefully not.

You've stopped bleeding and there's no sign of foetal distress.

Often what happens is

a clot forms where the placenta has broken away,

and that's the end of the crisis.

We'll just have to keep a close eye on you.

And that means complete bed rest.

Yes, for the next two weeks at least.

Then we can reassess.

I don't care if it's for the next six months.

I'll just do what I have to do.

I'll speak politely to the NUM in Antenatal,

see if I can organise you a single room.

Thanks, Margo.

Okay.

I'll see you up there as soon as you're settled in, okay?

Okay.

And you two don't stay long. She needs rest.

Well, you've always wanted to take up knitting. Now's your chance.

Sounds promising, though, doesn't it?

It does.

Uh... I'd better get back to work.

You think I'm a tosser, right? No.

Yes, you do. Everyone does.

You don't need to explain yourself...

I do, because you're really attractive,

and my ego demands that I justify myself.

Most people live really boring lives, Jess, you know that?

And you don't?

When I'm down, my life's boring.

But when I feel good, man, I want to live what I feel.

I've got passion, you know?

Without that, you've got nothing.

I guess. What are you passionate about?

I don't know.

Yeah, you do.

Family, friends, usual stuff, I guess. What does it matter?

Don't get defensive. That was...

Derek Cook. Yes.

Detective Sergeant De Santo, this is Detective Barber.

We're here about your refusal to take a blood alcohol...

Fantastic to meet you, guys. I'll be straight with you.

I'd love that. I've got better things to do.

Agree to the test, or I'll charge you with operating a motor vehicle

under the influence of alcohol.

You can do that?

I don't really care if you can or not,

but it's interesting you make those assumptions

about a person without knowing them.

Do you find that fascinating? It's your call.

Take the blood.

You're agreeing to the test?

Sure. I've got nothing to hide.

Wise choice.

You'll do that now? Sure.

Drive safe, hombre.

What was all that about?

You've gotta know when to walk away, Jess.

So, the other stuff before, refusing the test,

that was just... what, a game?

Finding where the edge is...

..it keeps life interesting.

Can I get you anything, sweetheart?

Want me to call your family?

No.

You know, you don't have to do this by yourself.

I'm not by myself.

You're here.

(gasps)

What's the matter?

It's starting again. Okay.

EQUIPMENT BEEPS

It's okay, Charlotte. Just relax for me.

Just relax.

(breathes deeply)

FRANK: Yeah. Yeah, I see.

No, no, no. I'll tell him.

Good. Thanks.

Jack.

Walk with me.

I just spoke to Margo Phillips.

The cramping started again and she's another bleed.

I'm sorry, Jack.

She's lost the baby.

SIREN APPROACHES

You can take the rest of the day off.

Ah, nup.

I'll just keep working, thanks.

What have you got, Cate?

We've got a kid in acute respiratory distress.

This is David. He's aged six. Inspiratory stridor and dyspnoea.

His mum thinks he may have swallowed something.

I'm not sure. He was playing with this toy of his and...

Sats 95% with 02. Heart-rate 142. Can't we hurry this up?

Okay. I'll take this.

Jack... I said I'd do it.

Through to Resus. Sweetie, it's gonna be fine.

Does he have a history of asthma. No!

He can't breathe. Please, for God's sake, please do something!

No sign of inflammation or infection. Try and relax for the doctor, David.

That's it, sweetie. Okay.

Just going to listen to your chest.

Dan, get on to X-ray. Order an urgent chest X-ray, AP and lateral.

Okay, mate. Did you swallow something?

He can't answer you. He can't breathe, for God's sake.

I need to find out if he's inhaled something.

A piece of the toy. It's missing.

It's only just gone missing?

I'm not sure. It might've been lost before. I don't know.

Why are you standing here doing nothing

when my son can't even breathe!

Dan, forget the chest X-ray.

Get the bronchoscope and IV propofol. I'm gonna gas him down.

We're going to give David a mild anaesthetic,

put a tube down his throat to see if anything's blocking his airway,

but I need you to stay calm.

How am I supposed to do that? That is my baby in there!

I know, but if you're upset, that'll make David upset,

and that's the last thing he needs.

Will you try for me? Okay?

Good girl.

Okay. What is that, a spring?

FRANK: Mm. Move the forceps closer to it, slowly.

Yep.

Just before you get to it, open them up.

Okay.

Slowly close them over it.

We don't want to push it further down.

Ah!

Done.

Well done.

There you are. Thank God.

Do you want me to put it in a jar as a souvenir?

No, thanks. I'd rather forget I ever saw it.

Cool.

Will he be alright?

He'll have a sore throat for a couple of days,

but other than that he'll be fine.

Thank you, so much.

I'm sorry for what I said before.

That's okay.

Thanks.

Thank you both.

Charlotte's out of theatre.

It went well.

Is there anything I can do?

Listen, Jack...

Can you just... Can you not say anything?

I just need some time to get my head around it. It's okay.

Maybe you should be doing that with Charlotte.

I'm sure she feels the same way.

She's going to need you, Jack. She doesn't need me.

She's got Vincent and...

..he knows her a lot better than I do.

It's so sad. I can't believe it.

Charlotte must be devastated.

Frank. I'm taking up a collection to get some flowers for Charlotte.

Here. Use this.

Thank you. That's very generous. I'll get the card.

Why don't we all get back to work, huh?

If anybody wants to know anything, refer them to me.

VON: Okay.

How is she?

She's still pretty out of it.

Mmm. Jack's taking it pretty hard too.

Mm-hm. Surprisingly so.

Why surprisingly?

I don't know. Just considering the circumstances.

Two people make a baby. Two people lose it.

They grieve together.

You're asking me not to care about her?

I'm not saying that, she's your ex-wife.

Do I have to explain the meaning of ex?

We're still friends.

Which is what makes it easy for her to latch on to you.

But if she does that, Jack's out in the cold.

He shouldn't have to fight you to get to her.

If you want to help Charlotte, think of something else.

DOOR OPENS

(groans quietly)

It's okay.

(sniffles)

Charlotte?

(sniffles) Charlotte?

(gasps)

Sorry.

Do you want me to get you something?

(cries quietly)

Look at this vision in black and white.

I should take you out for dinner.

Dinner? Yeah. You'd be into Spanish?

No, Moroccan. Rich spicy aromas, jewelled cushions.

No. French.

I can't do a French accent. I can't do a Moroccan accent.

It'd be French, wouldn't it? Rich, creamy. That'd be you.

Okay. I know the perfect place.

It's cosy, and quiet, and candle-lit.

I'll order for you.

I know exactly what to get, and just the right beaujolais.

It's light, I know, but it is going to be perfect.

All of it.

Right, chicken soup, chicken soup.

Ah!

Jessica! I need a phone. I need a phone now.

What's the problem? This is the problem.

You've got a chicken soup crisis? This hospital does, okay. Not me.

It's not hard, okay?

It's, like, chicken bones simmering with vegetable ends.

It's not brain surgery.

But it's essential to make a decent soup.

You finished?

Beth Chandler. I've written her address down there too.

You think she may know something about the incident

with Charlotte Beaumont?

Yeah, it's possible.

And why would you think that?

Look, um,

Beth has got... some issues with me,

and last night she saw Charlotte and I together.

What sort of issues?

Um... I had a momentary lapse of judgment with her one night,

and now she won't take no for an answer.

You mean you had sex with her?

Yeah, that's what I mean. A one-night stand?

She just... She won't stop harassing me now.

In what way?

I don't know. She's following me, she's turning up at my house.

Everywhere I go, she just happens to be there.

Have you applied for an AVO? I didn't think it was warranted.

Why not? If she's been harassing you, then...

She hasn't threatened me. She just... turns up.

She turned up at this bar we were at last night, drinking with friends.

One of whom was Charlotte Beaumont. That's right.

Did she approach you, say anything to you?

I asked her what she was doing there.

I asked her whether she was following me. She denied it.

She offered to buy Charlotte and I a drink, I refused.

Because of this, you think she would run down Dr Beaumont.

I don't know, it's a pretty big coincidence, wouldn't you say?

You must be something pretty special in the romance department,

to have a woman willing to commit murder after just one night.

Hey, I didn't bring you guys in for comic relief. Okay?

Are you gonna check her out? We'll check her out.

Thank you.

JESS: Blood alcohol zero.

Why's he putting us through the hoops if he hasn't been drinking?

I don't know. But he's certainly odd.

In what way?

Well, he fixates on a subject and then obsesses on it.

He doesn't seem to be in any pain from his injuries, he's just hyper.

You think there's something else going on?

I think maybe.

He changes tack so quickly.

One minute he's screaming about civil rights

and refusing to take the blood tests,

next minute he drops all the bravado and he's happy to take it.

Maybe the cops put the wind up him?

No, it wasn't that.

It was like he was playing a game to test the boundaries, you know?

See how far he could push people.

He keeps talking about living life to the full.

Hmm. How does he interact with you?

He keeps telling me I'm gorgeous and wants to take me out for dinner.

Definitely bloody insane then.

DEREK: I can see you're stretched to the limit here.

It's terrible how badly funded public hospitals are.

I bet the stress levels here get out of control.

We manage, but people that waste my time get on my nerves a bit.

I'm sorry. What can I say? I acted stupidly, impulsively.

I guess all I can do is take what I deserve on the chin.

In fact, you should discharge me.

This bed could be better used, I reckon.

You've got two broken bones in your foot -

you'll need plaster, and crutches to get around.

Whatever you say, Big Kahuna. I'd happy to do whatever you recommend.

I trust you.

You have a trustworthy face. Yes, I do, don't I?

This is a really good hospital. A really good vibe about this place.

I'm sure they only employ really top people.

I went and saw HR this morning about a job here.

I'm a cook.

Well, any improvement on the crap they serve in the cafeteria

will go down well.

I'm your man, then.

I am.

I am. I'm a hard worker. Perfectionist, really. That's me.

Have you ever had treatment for your bipolar disorder?

Well, have you?

Bipolar is an overdiagnosed condition.

I don't know about that. It's certainly one that's easily managed.

The drugs are life-denying.

You don't take your medication all the time?

No. You don't take it at all?

No.

You know what? I'll call down the psych registrar.

Maybe it's just a question of changing your medication,

or fooling around with the dosage.

Maybe I'll get the plaster done and then go home, if that's okay.

Mr Cook, you know there are thousands of people out there

who have disorders just like yours leading productive lives.

It's people like you who give them a bad name.

MacArthur.

What?

That's who you remind me of. General Douglas MacArthur.

I shall return.

Hello.

You're really gorgeous. You know that?

Have you been up to see Charlotte?

Yeah, briefly.

She said you were there when she woke up.

She's still in shock, Jack.

You know, um... she's not thinking straight.

I know.

You just gotta give her some time for that anaesthetic to wear off.

Yeah.

I will.

Listen, um...

..I wanted to say sorry to you for butting in like that before.

It's just force of habit.

If you want me to stay away...

Could you?

Stay away, that is?

Of course you couldn't. You guys have a history.

I just got drunk with her one night.

You know, mate, you did the right thing.

You've done the right thing all the way through this.

She knows that. We all do.

You've just got to give her a bit of time.

Um...

..I'm just glad that she's got someone to help her through this.

Hi. Hi.

Nigel's doing really well, isn't he?

Yeah, he is.

Actually, I'm glad I ran into you. I wanted to thank you.

What for?

For being there for him.

Oh, right.

I can't take back what I did, I know I let him down,

and I'll probably regret it for the rest of my life,

but it's nice to know that he wasn't alone.

So you two have talked, then, sorted it out?

Yeah, yeah.

It's going to take some time and effort, but...

..I'm hoping he can forgive me.

Well, I better get going.

Me too. It's the big day today. Transferring to Rehab.

I was just running off to get the car.

Transferring?

That's great.

You didn't know?

No. I've been really busy the last couple of days.

I haven't seen him much.

Right. Better go.

Wait, um...

You've been a really good friend to him.

Thank you.

We won't forget that.

Thanks.

See ya. See you later.

Have you ever thought what your funeral will be like?

It's not something I dwell on, no.

Most people don't want to think about what it actually means.

A few people that are close to you will grieve,

but the rest will eat their sandwiches and go home.

Derek! Can you hold still for me, please?

You have to make the most of every moment of your life, Jess.

That's your only shot at immortality.

You sound like a quote from a desk calendar.

Do you not like me now you know I have a disorder?

That's ridiculous. Why do you do this?

You have to lighten up.

Most people would say I'm in a bad situation right now -

smashed up in hospital - but that's not how I look at it.

Whatever happens to you, you have to get into it.

How do you "get into it"

when you're not cooking or having car accidents?

I play cello in an orchestra, I run for marathons. I can do it all.

And when you're down?

Once a month, for a couple of days I feel like crap.

Bit like being a woman, really. Or a werewolf?

Derek...! I get drunk and I go to bed.

And that's living, is it? Yeah.

It is. Look at today.

I got knocked back from a job, I got in two car accidents,

I made a fool of myself in front of a beautiful woman,

and still I feel good.

That's living.

Balancing the ledger at the end of every month

and realising you've had more good days than bad.

I'm all done here. I'll just go and wash up.

Jess.

I'll be back.

What if I'm wrong?

What if you're right?

Not a word of this to anyone,

particularly the human PA system out there.

The last thing I need is for Jack or Vincent

to know that this idiot might've caused Charlotte's...

..Charlotte's miscarriage.

Excuse me.

You had an appointment with Human Resources here this morning,

is that correct?

Mmm. So?

Soon after you finished your interview,

a woman was run over in the hospital car park.

What's this?

Forensics have examined your car. There's a dent in the front guard.

What can you tell me about that?

I don't have to talk to you. I know my rights. I know my rights.

We've got a witness who's ID'd your car.

We've got Charlotte Beaumont's clothes.

There's always paint fragments on the clothes.

Even if they're microscopic, we'll find them.

Then there's the admission you made.

I didn't make any admission.

You told a nurse you'd been involved

in two separate accidents this morning.

Okay. I don't have to talk to you anymore.

In fact, I don't want to talk to you at all.

If that's the way you want to do it.

The woman you hit was pregnant. She lost the baby.

We'll be back with an ERISP machine...

That had nothing to do with me. ..a formal statement.

Legal representation might be a good idea.

You just drove off and left her? Jack, out.

That was my kid you killed, you little bastard!

Jack.

Come on. Get outside. Now.

Just calm down.

Don't you start, Hughes.

WOMAN: Why?

Why were the police on my doorstep asking me for an alibi?

Beth, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.

I jumped to the wrong conclusion.

How could you accuse me of running that woman over?

I don't know. It was...

It was just, after last night...

This is because I just happened to run into you at a club?

In a public place?

Why is that so strange, Vincent?

We met in a nightclub, for God's sake.

We made love in a storeroom.

Or don't you remember that?

Yes, of course I remember that.

You've hurt me.

You've hurt me a lot.

And I won't forget that.

What are you doing, Mac?

I got greenlighted for a bed in Rehab.

I left a message on your phone. Good for you.

No, I mean that.

I'm really happy for you. It's a big step forward.

Gill seems pleased too.

I wonder what you two could've said to each other

to put a big smile on her face.

It's complicated.

Are you going back to her?

You are, aren't you?

After she walked out on you,

after she left you to deal with this on your own.

After you and I... Cate.

Please.

I need you to understand this.

Well, I don't.

I'm in love with you.

Look me in the eye and tell me you don't feel the same.

Look me in the eye and tell me it's not out of pity.

(scoffs)

You started this.

You made me believe that this was possible.

And that was before the accident. So?

So...

That was me at my worst, Cate.

Everything I hate about myself, you saw.

What the hell has that got to do with anything?

It's nothing to build a relationship on.

But you can build one with a woman that walks out on you

when you need her the most, that makes sense.

It's how I feel.

I'm such an idiot.

Here I was thinking I was getting a crash course

in getting to know the man I wanted to be with.

No nasty surprises later,

the good, the bad, the ugly, all laid out in front of me.

Cate.

No. You're right.

We couldn't possibly build a relationship...

..on actually knowing one another, could we?

Better to pretend we're something that we're not.

We can be friends.

Go to hell.

I kind of found him attractive in a weird sort of way.

If you got together you'd never have any awkward silences.

That was a joke, Jess.

Tell me truthfully.

Do you think I'm defensive and boring?

No.

Was that the wrong answer?

I always seem to fail these "tell me something truthfully" tests.

Forget it. Want to get a drink?

Nope. Why not?

Got a date. With someone interesting?

I don't know. But she's hot.

Hey, do you want to go for a drink?

No, got training, sorry. Big game this weekend.

Cate? My shout?

No, thanks, I'm fine.

Good luck. See ya.

We've got to win this weekend or else we're out of the semis.

And Nico's team are, like, undefeated,

so if I miss out he'll never let me forget it.

VOICE FADES OUT

..if I miss out I have to be his personal cheerleader.

I'm so not wearing a skirt.

Are you okay?

Jess!

Wait up. I'm coming.

See you later.

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(cries) My little baby girl.

(cries)

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You're such a big girl now.

(cries) I hate him! I hate him!

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Have you got money? Yes, Mum.

See? Safe as.