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SIREN WAILS

Alright, what have we got? This is 'Mad Dog'.

What's your real name?

That is my friggin' name. Changed it by deed poll.

Watch it, mate! Sorry.

Compound fracture to the right ulna.

Multiple cuts and bruises to the face and laceration to the mandible.

Not an MVA, I take it? Street fight.

Wasn't a street. It was a park.

Gave more than I got, too, in case you're interested.

I'm not. Look up.

Loss of consciousness? Neurologically intact.

Ambos gave him 5mg of IV morphine about 15 minutes ago.

Five bloody milligrams? No wonder it hasn't touched the side.

When are you gonna give me a REAL hit? This arm's killing me.

You need to be examined first.

Just gonna take your boots off now, Dog.

What's with the fancy dress? He's a bikie, you idiot.

Not just a bikie. A Hangman.

Ah, Harley man, eh?

You're well informed, pop.

Where's bloody Hughes when you need him?

I'll page him. And get this man more morphine.

Now you're talkin'.

DAN: Why do they call you Ferret? You don't wanna know.

You look about as healthy as your mate.

What've you been taking, darlin'?

The other bikie...

You in here, Dog?

You're dead meat, Ferret! Oh, no, we're not over yet, buddy!

Hey, hey, hey! Who the hell are you?

Get that idiot out of here!

Get outta here, you...

Alright, alright! It's not over yet, Dog!

FERRET: You'll keep, mate. JESSICA: Leave it.

That's all I bloody need - a bloody bikie war.

You pack of cretins.

Trying to blind me, mate?

Ah, Dr Quade's just trying to assess your injuries.

Mm-hm. Now, did you lose consciousness at all?

You're kidding, right?

Just tripped and fell over backwards, mate. That's all.

A little bit old for that sort of stuff, aren't ya?

Brawling?

You're beginning to piss me off, mate.

You should know that.

Okay, when the doctor's finished reviewing you,

I'll get those wounds cleaned up.

Jack, want me to order a head CT?

No, X-rays are fine. Thank you.

FRANK: Hangmen and the Vipers have been at each other's throats

since the '70s.

And we score one of each.

Wasn't there a, uh, shoot-out or something once?

Yeah, but that was 30 years ago.

(Mad Dog winces) What are ya? A dog or a pussy?

(yells) Shut your ugly face! Settle down.

(sighs) I'll page Security.

No. I don't want to antagonise them.

Just put more distance between them, will you?

I'll see what I can do.

This back slab will help support your arm so we can get you to Radiology.

Hurts like hell.

I'm not surprised. Looks like a nasty break.

Bastard hit me with a lump of wood.

Those fluids are nearly through. I'll put up another litre.

Okay. Thank you.

How's the bone going to fix itself in that?

Um, it's not.

You'll have to go to theatre, so they can stabilise the break.

They'll remove this once you're there.

An operation? Yeah.

You've got what's called a compound fracture,

meaning that the bone has actually pierced the skin.

So, you're quite susceptible to infection,

particularly with the amount of mud you're covered in.

I'll get that cleaned up in a second.

The rest will be done under general anaesthetic.

Oh, jeez...

Knock me out, will ya? I can't handle this.

Um... alright, Cate,

why don't you give him IV fluclox and 1.2g of penicillin.

Okay. I'll get theatre organised.

So, what was this fight about anyway?

Honour.

That's it?

Can you think of a better reason to fight?

Oh, dear.

Nervous?

Well, I'm knee-deep full of bikies

and a ton of paperwork I'm behind on.

No, I'm fine.

Not what you were talking about, right?

Come on. It's not every day you get to meet your daughter.

No, it isn't.

Well, I just wanted to...

..wish you luck.

I just hope I'm doing the right thing.

And I wish I'd picked a quieter day to do it on.

Ah, it's a good thing. Take your mind off things.

How much longer is this going to take?

Almost done.

Now, look left. And look right.

Okay. Everything seems alright.

Didn't I tell you that, mate? I can see fine.

You didn't see the punch coming.

Now, I just need to look at your occipital, parietal and mandible.

Huh? The head and jaw bones.

Now, is that so hard to say?

Mm-hm...

Okay... can't feel any breaks.

(grunts) Oh! Do that again, mate, I'll break YOUR friggin' mandible.

Jack, can I've a word?

Okay. I'll get those knuckle cuts cleaned up, then.

What's the story in there?

Um, laceration to his head which requires suturing

and he's copped a blow to the left eye.

Other than that, it's just superficial bruising and cuts.

FERRET: Arggh! Watch it. So, we do a few X-rays, then...

Get 'em done, get him out of here.

No argument from me, Frank.

He keeps threatening bodily harm every time I...

Where's my jacket?

I don't know.

What do you mean you don't know?

Well, you didn't come in with it. Did the ambos cut it off you?

Maybe. Bastards better not have touched the patch.

Well, I'll give them a call. I'm sure it's around somewhere.

Do it now.

I've gotta finish up here first.

Listen, if I don't get that jacket back, someone's going to pay.

Well, if you care to take your hands off me, I'll find out for you.

How's he doing in there?

He's more stressed about his missing jacket

than he is about his broken arm.

I'm not surprised.

I just hope the ambos took more care of it than I would have.

I never worried about what I was cutting up.

FERRET: Nup. No way. You have to.

I'm not getting wheeled around like some old bastard in a nursin' home.

I'll walk. No. You won't!

You listening, bitch? I said I'd walk.

We're not going anywhere until you get in the chair, Ferret.

I mean it.

Everything okay here?

Everything's A-OK, isn't it, Ferret?

Let the girly know I'm not a cripple.

Perhaps the 'girly' should let YOU know

that it's hospital policy that you be wheeled to Radiology,

and believe me, that's exactly what's gonna happen.

Now get in the chair.

Alright. You can push me.

Soon as I've had my pictures taken, I'm out of here.

Oh, you're such a good sport. Thanks, Ferret.

Brake's on.

I know that.

Excuse me.

Look at that dirty man, Von.

Righto. Let's get you back into bed.

The doctor can take another look at that leg.

It still hurts. Oh, I know.

When's Mummy coming back? Oh, soon.

She's just gone home to get your jammies

and anything else you might need.

SIREN WAILS

MOTORCYCLE ENGINE RUMBLES

BABY CRIES

Oh, come on.

Oh, my stars. Thank you.

You in charge here? Um, kind of.

I'm looking for Mad Dog Henderson.

He's being seen by a doctor at the moment.

Why? What's wrong with him? Are you family?

Yeah. I'm Skull Sumic. I'm the Hangman Sergeant-at-Arms.

Dog's our president.

Top Dog, then?

Sorry.

I wanna see Dog.

Sure thing.

Skull, just grab a seat.

I'll take you through once he's been assessed by a doctor.

They'd better be looking after him.

They're the best there is.

I'd stake my life on it. You just might have to.

(laughs) (laughs nervously)

Got a phone around here?

Just over there.

CATE: That pain relief kicking in yet?

Oh, yeah.

Makes a man wonder about his decision to stop taking drugs.

(laughs)

Is there anyone I can contact for you, Dog?

Nah.

Married? Yeah.

I'll never hear the bloody end of it if you call her.

What about kids?

Two. A boy and a girl.

So, what do they think about...

Their dad leading a bike gang? They love it.

Love the sound of the bikes. Love getting a ride to school.

They don't get bullied either.

Oh, I believe you there.

What's happening with my jacket?

I told you before, the ambos are going to get back to me.

Right.

Hmm. Are you allergic to anything?

Yeah. Jap bikes.

(laughs) No. Food or drug allergies.

No. Why?

Were you rolling around in any plants or gravel when you were fighting?

Maybe. It was a park. Wouldn't be surprised what I rolled in.

Stinging nettles?

All I remember is giving that smart-arse a hidin'.

What are you doing?

Trying to work out what this rash is. Screw the rash. Fix the bloody arm.

Oh, that's fantastic. Yep.

Well, we should have the X-rays by then.

Brilliant. I appreciate it. Thank you. Cheers.

You're a hard man to track down. Do you know that?

Am I?

I called you a few times over the last couple of nights. No answer.

I thought you'd banished me to the salt mines.

I... I've been busy, okay?

Doing what?

What has kept you so preoccupied

that you can't return a few phone calls?

Charlotte, I'm sorry, I've just...

..I've got a patient to look after now.

You know what?

There used to be a time

when you'd tell me everything that's going on in your life.

Maybe that time's over.

I guess it is.

Excuse me, Charlotte. One of our bikies has developed a rash.

Do you mind taking a look?

It's alright, Cate. He's my patient. I'll take a look.

Okay.

It's pretty faint.

Yeah, but it's there. Seems localised.

What's so bloody interesting about a rash?

Don't you clowns talk to each other?

I just need to look at the glands in your neck.

Have you had the flu or a cold recently?

Hello! I'm in here with a busted arm, remember?

Pain, jagged bony bits poking through the skin.

When are you gonna fix that?

You're booked in for theatre this afternoon.

What about a blood disorder? Yeah, maybe.

Are you on any medication?

Only the morphine you lot gave me.

Not enough to put up with this bullshit.

Have you been exposed to anyone who's sick recently?

No.

What about your kids?

No. Both my kids are fine. What's up?

Ah... I'm not sure.

I think we should get Dr Beaumont to take a look at.

Jeez.

Brilliant work, Dr Hughes.

That's why I asked her in the first place.

You surgical, she medical.

Jack. Ah.

Whoa!

Don't bother going for your bike licence, darlin'.

Thanks for the advice.

Right. Good news. No breaks or hairline fractures.

I could've told you that.

You hear that, Dog? Nothing wrong with me, mate.

Your daughter can punch harder than you.

MAD DOG: Yeah, I'll take that as a compliment.

She broke your wimpy son's nose, didn't she?

Helps that she's the size of a Mack truck.

Have we signed off on that one yet?

One final set of neuro obs. If they're clear, he can go.

Do 'em fast.

Maybe we can get him out before his mates know he's been here.

Why did bikies pick today, of all days, to come in?

(patient winces)

Samuel O'Mara, 17 years old,

came off trail bike straight into a barbed-wire fence.

Hold still, mate. BP's 95/50. Pulse 120.

He's maintaining his own airways. On his second bag of IV Hartmann's.

Morphine 5 given with little effect.

You can't do that. You'll do yourself more damage.

We couldn't put a hard collar on.

Couldn't risk putting wire through his jugular.

Possible fractures to the left ankle and right forearm.

Alright. On three. Take it easy.

Okay.

Ah, that won't need stitches.

Just a steri-strip and a dressing should take care of that.

Just keep pressure on that until I can get you seen by a doctor, okay?

Time to see the Dog.

I told you I'd tell you the minute...

I know what you bloody told me. I'm starting to get pissed off.

Look, I'm not lying to you, okay? He's still being assessed.

What's taking so long?

Different problems get seen by different doctors.

Look, I'll tell you what I do know, okay?

Mr... Mad Dog has a broken arm which was seen by the doctor

and then by a surgeon.

You wouldn't be stalling, would you, mate?

No, no, no. It's a busy, busy day.

I don't give a crap about that.

You take us through to see the Dog, or we start tearing this place up.

SIREN WAILS

Another bag of Hartmann's, Curtis.

Cross-match. He'll need full bloods and a tet tox.

I'm Dr Hughes. I'm going to take a look at your neck.

It's okay, Samuel.

Give him morphine in 2.5mg increments.

Did you lose consciousness at all, Sam?

(grunts) Hold on, hold on.

Don't move for me. Please, stay still.

Samuel, we're gonna sort this out, alright?

I'll have to remove the wire in theatre, Frank...

No, no! Hold on! Hold on!

Sam, can you hear me? He's hit the jugular.

Push those fluids through. I'll call Theatre.

Is that gonna hold? I don't know.

I should tie off the bleeder here.

Frank Campion at the ED. Make a call.

Alright, let's move him out!

Got a deep laceration to the throat,

major blood loss with vessel involvement.

Hughes is on his way.

Get onto the blood bank. Get the bloods on stand-by in theatre.

Curtis, go with him. Keep maximum pressure on the wound.

Dan needs you in the waiting room.

Go. Go. We've got this sorted.

Did he threaten you personally? Yep.

Not in so many words.

At least you bought us some time.

I can't go out there and stall them again, Frank.

You won't have to, now the Viper's on his bike.

They're spooking the patients.

Yes, I did notice that.

Some of them have already left.

Right. We'll have to sort this out.

Got a plan?

Nope.

Get Security down here. Already have.

Well, tell them to get a wriggle on.

I don't want the waiting room turning into a bloody no-man's-land.

And when they do get here, THEN the bikies can go and see their mate.

Uh, hi. This is... (lowers voice) ..Dan Goldman in Emergency again.

Headache's getting worse. His neuro obs are normal.

So what? I told you, my head's killing me.

Alright. Well, go back to bed. We'll get some more tests.

I thought he was gone half an hour ago.

Well, Radiology delayed his report, and he's now got a severe headache.

Well, thanks for buggerising around.

I've got a waiting room full of Hangmen.

Can you imagine the carnage when they find our Viper mate here?

Sorry, Frank. I do need a head CT.

He is showing signs of a head injury.

Yes, I know. How are we gonna handle this?

We'll just keep them apart

till Mad Dog or Ferret become someone else's problem.

(sighs)

CHARLOTTE: Do you take warfarin? I don't even know what it is.

A medication that affects the way your blood clots. What about aspirin?

Will someone tell me what's going on?

I've had a gutful of this questions routine.

Settle down. Let us do our job.

My wife's the only person I let talk to me that way.

Really?

Because you're the chick with the morphine, I'll let you off.

It's appreciated.

Do you think we should set up for some IV ceftriaxone?

No. I'm going to take some blood cultures.

Why hold off on antibiotics?

Because I want to know exactly what I'm dealing with first.

I don't care. Just do something.

Any pathology results back?

None that I've seen. I'll check. I'll be back.

Can you turn the airconditioning down?

Are you cold? Are you kidding? Look at my nipples.

I'll get you a blanket.

Charlotte, Mad Dog's complaining that he's feeling really cold.

I thought it could be the underlying signs...

I know what it could indicate, Cate.

Go and set up for some blood cultures.

I'm back.

Oh...

Sweetheart, what are you doing down there?

I don't like those bad men.

Ah...

Oh, you let me take care of them.

Come on. Let's get you back to bed.

I want my mum.

Oh. Mm.

But she'll be here soon. Real soon.

I want to make sure that you and that leg are comfy.

Hmm?

Up we get.

Easy.

Ooh, I bet that leg still hurts.

Tell you what. Why don't we play a game?

Oh!

Close your eyes.

Now, I want you to think of your very favourite place.

The one where you'd have the most fun at.

I like the circus.

Good choice.

Okay. Shh.

Can you hear the music?

CIRCUS MUSIC PLAYS FAINTLY

You wanted to see me?

Yeah. Change of plan. Ferret's still with us.

Great.

And I don't want blood spilt in my department.

And if it is, I'd prefer it wasn't mine.

So, what do we do?

Simple. We keep the Hangmen in the waiting room.

Me and what army, Frank?

Security have someone on their way.

And I've spoken to the police.

Unless they make direct threats, or do something, we're on our own.

Here's the cavalry now. Hey.

Well, wish me luck, huh?

Stay out of trouble, Goldman. Just let the security man do his job.

Trust me, Frank. I will.

Hey, mate. Thanks for coming down. Small problem in the waiting room.

DOOR BUZZES

Time to see the Dog? Sorry, he's about to go to Theatre.

Wanna see him before he goes under the knife.

I'd love to take you, but there's preparation involved,

and you'd only get in the way.

I'm gonna see him, whether you take me through or not.

Can't let you do that. Sorry.

Well, who's going to stop me?

Well, that's why I've got THIS guy...

So, are we going to do this my way? Or the hard way?

Well...

Now, this could be a bit cold.

I'll be really brave.

You can hold my hand, if you want. DOOR BUZZES

ANGRY SHOUTS IN DISTANCE

It's okay. You're safe with us.

..I'll take you right to him...

Why are they so angry?

Well, their friend's sick.

(screams)

Get out of here! Out!

HUBBUB CONTINUES

Get back inside, you.

Stay inside. I mean it.

Look, this is crazy. I just wanna see Mad Dog.

This isn't the way to go...

Are you the boss? Yeah, mate.

Right, here's the deal. You, and only you, see your mate.

The rest of you, outside.

Back out in the waiting room, boys. Go on.

Yeah, righto. Now.

Hang in there, Dog.

This way. Come on.

I wanna get Cindy up to the ward. I'll see her soon as I can.

Why the hell did you let 'em in? Why did I let 'em in?

They put forward a very persuasive argument, Frank.

Get him out of there as fast as you can.

What are you gawpin' at? Get back to work.

It's not a bloody circus.

How you doing, Dog?

Dog?

Dog, can you hear me, mate?

Dog?

What the hell are you doing in here? Do somethin'!

Dog, it's Skull, mate. Mad Dog, can you hear me?

(groans) They said everything was okay!

Frank! Charlotte!

Don't tell me the Dog's finally dead!

It's Skull, buddy. Can you hear me?

What's happened? Can you do something?

On your bike, mate.

Yeah. Well, if he dies, you die.

Get out now!

Hey, Skull, you moron.

Little Hangman come to pick up Big Hangman's remains, have you?

If you done this to Dog, you're leaving in a pine box.

You say a lot, but you don't do much...

(both shout)

Shut up the two of you, you goons!

You want to kill yourself, go outside and do it.

You've already scared a little girl half to death.

The moment you step outside, you're mine.

You know what they do to dogs in pain, mate?

Bang.

Get out.

Temp's 40.2. BP's 80/40 and resps are 36.

You want more gelofusine put up?

Yep. Run it straight through and organise some FFP.

Not a problem. What abut an IDC?

Strict hourly measures. We'll probably need to intubate.

Ready to go, if you do.

Purpuric rashes. It's moving really fast, Frank.

It's looking more and more like meningococcal.

Start ceftriaxone 3g IV six-hourly, and do a lumbar puncture.

If he keeps deteriorating at this rate, he'll be dead before then.

Then get a move on.

MACHINE BEEPS STEADILY

SIREN WAILS

Hey. What's happenin'?

We don't know yet.

You guys have stuffed up, haven't youse?

Hey, let's try and put this into perspective.

I'm not the one that broke Dog's arm.

I'm just trying to help him,

and I haven't been hiding anything from you.

Well, tell me what's bloody goin' on.

The doctors think your mate's got some kind of bacterial infection,

which has probably got nothing to do with his broken arm.

Where would he get that bloody from? No idea.

But why don't you and your friends go grab a coffee or... whatever...

..and give me a contact number.

I'll give you a call as soon as anything happens, okay?

Here we go.

Now, you feeling a bit better?

Hey, Cindy. Bet you thought I'd forgotten you.

Yeah, I did. As if I could. How's your leg?

Itchy, but Von says I'm not allowed to scratch it.

She's absolutely right. That's the worst thing you could possibly do.

I can't help it.

Yes, but we're going to stop that itch and make the leg better.

Cellulitis?

Yep. What's that?

Well, it's an infection that makes you itch...

..dummy.

(giggles)

(chuckles) Have you ever stayed in hospital before?

When I was born, I think.

Maybe you won't remember that one,

so this'll be a brand-new adventure.

Can Von come?

No, no. We need Von here.

But Mummy can stay with you, if you want.

Okay.

Dress the leg. I'll be back to put a line in for antibiotics.

Paracetamol? Yeah.

There's no bed upstairs yet, so she might be here for a while.

Bye-bye, Cindy. 'Bye.

He's nice.

You have no idea.

Now they know how sick Mad Dog is, and that Ferret's in here,

we just have to play this very carefully.

They seem pretty relaxed now.

But what about Security?

They still think it's a job for the police.

And the cops... Think it's a job for Security.

Great. Yep.

Nelson. Oh, great...

Easy, boys.

Nobody starts rumbling till I speak to the Dog.

What do we do now?

You start getting patients into Triage.

I'll call the police again, then give you a hand.

MACHINE BEEPS (moans)

VINCENT: How's it going in here?

CHARLOTTE: Almost done.

Second unit of FFP going up.

VINCENT: Easy, mate. Easy.

Okay. You can relax. Finished.

Uh, need a hand?

Jessica, your timing is impeccable. We're about to roll him.

On three. And one, two, three.

(Mad Dog groans)

Usual obs? Thanks.

VINCENT: How you doing, mate?

Cate, hurry. The lab's expecting them.

How we doing with theatre?

Well, until we know exactly what we're dealing with,

he's not going anywhere.

What's his urine output?

Uh, 40ml in the last hour.

Let's set up for a central line. Sure.

Let me know when you're set up. I'll put it in.

DOOR BUZZES

Keep together, everyone.

We'll get you seen as soon as possible.

CATE: What's going on, Dan?

We're moving them out of the waiting room. It's getting dodgy.

Hey, you're going to have to stick with the others.

Me and my boss have things to discuss.

Wait until someone comes to get you.

Bugger off.

Excuse me, sir, you're not allowed in here.

Get outta my way! Take your hands off her!

What the hell are you doing? Get outta here! Get outta here.

Go back to the waiting room.

I'll have someone update you on your friend.

Yeah. Right. Come on, outside. Go.

Swipe the door and let this man outside, please.

DOOR BUZZES

You okay? Yeah, thanks.

Frank. You haven't seen Ferret, have you?

Nope. Why? He's just not in his cubicle.

Can't find him anywhere.

DISTANT SHOUTING I think he's just been found.

ANGRY SHOUTING

Alright. What happened?

Ferret turned up. That's what happened.

Patients?

Most are in the quiet room.

I'll take care of this. Goldman, come with me.

Let's put a stop to this.

BUZZER SOUNDS

Feeling fit? Yeah.

(all shout at once)

Alright, you bastards. Cut it out.

Get him off!

Knock it off!

(whistles) Cut it out!

Right. Playtime's over, kiddies.

Who the bloody hell's this? This is my bloody department.

You keep this crap up, I'll cut off treatment altogether.

I'll dump bloody Mad Dog in the car park, broken arm or not.

You can do that? Bloody oath I can.

Personally, I couldn't give a rat's

if you make mincemeat out of yourselves.

But you will NOT do it in my department.

Take it outside.

Go on, get.

Come on, boys.

You heard the man.

Come on.

Where d'you think you're going?

I haven't discharged you. You're my property.

You're kidding me. Do I look like I'm kidding?

I wanna look at that eye. I think you've got hyphaema.

What? Bleeding of the iris.

Either you calm down, or you might find you can't see anymore, sunshine.

Go on. Get inside. Come on. Back to bed.

BUZZER SOUNDS

See? Easy-peasy.

It helps when you're their size, Frank.

Can I help it if you were the runt of the litter?

Frank, Charlotte wants you to know

that Pathology's confirmed Mad Dog has meningococcal.

So anyone who's come into close contact with him needs to be tested.

You must be bloody joking.

We need to get them all back, don't we?

Meningococcal? Isn't that a kids' disease?

It can attack anyone.

If you come into contact with a carrier, you can catch it.

Carrier?

Could be anyone you've had close contact with recently.

(wheezes and coughs)

(breathes heavily)

It's passed on through coughing, kissing, sneezing,

sharing food and drink.

My family's fine. How come it got me?

Well, maybe your immune system's been weakened by a recent cold or a flu.

I could die from this, couldn't I?

It's a very serious infection,

but I think we got to it early enough to slow it down with antibiotics.

My wife, kids, can they still get it from me?

I've spoken to your wife, and your kids were vaccinated at school.

So they'll be fine. Thank God.

(coughs)

It might be advisable to ventilate you -

put a tube down your throat, help you breathe.

Am I that bad? No.

The machine will take pressure off your lungs

and stop you working so hard to breathe.

I'd like to see my family first.

They're already on their way in.

(all shout angrily)

Oh, my lord.

They've all gotta be tested. No exceptions.

Can't we wait till they've had it out?

Sooner it's over, the better it'll be.

Come on, Goldman. It's your moment of truth.

(bikers grunt and yell)

FRANK: Come on! Cut it out!

Alright...

Oi! Let's just, ah...

Cut it out! Settle down! Hey!

Whoa!

Get up! You'll get kicked.

Guys, hey! Cut it!

Cut it out! Hey!

Everybody stop!

Oh, no.

Come on! Come on! Stop it!

DAN: Okay, guys. Come on.

Let's just do it.

Try one of your whistles or something.

(whistles)

(whistles) Cut it out, all of ya!

Oi! You're acting like a bunch of old women or little kids.

Take your pick.

Okay, everyone, I know this is gonna sound really strange,

but we need all of you back inside.

Oh, bullshit.

No bullshit. You heard what he said.

You've all gotta be tested for meningococcal.

Cut that out and get inside now!

(all grumble and mutter angrily)

Better watch your back...

(whistles)

(dials phone)

I've set... Oh, sorry.

I've set up the consult rooms,

so hopefully, we'll be able to get through it

with as minimal aggro as possible.

(sighs) Okay. I'll see who I can get to help take bloods.

As many people as possible. Yeah, I get it.

I'm sorry.

No, no. No, I'm sorry. It's not you.

I've got an appointment I'm supposed to be at and... it's bad timing.

Is everything okay? Yeah, I'll work something out.

If you get Von organised to help take bloods, that'd be great.

I'll be with you soon as I can. I can cover for you, if you like.

I mean, so you don't miss your appointment.

I can't leave the place like this. Frank would have an embolism.

I'm sure he'd understand, Nelson.

Even if he did, it's not really fair on you nurses.

We can manage a few blood tests by ourselves.

Hey, you'd cover for me if I needed to be elsewhere.

And I'm meant to be your 2IC, remember?

Thank you.

Well, let's just hope Frank is as understanding.

You missed all the action. Felt like I was back at school there.

I've got a bit of a problem. Don't we all?

Can you get onto Pathology,

tell them they're gonna be bombarded with meningococcal tests.

Jess, make sure all staff that had contact with Mad Dog get antibiotics.

Sure.

Well? I need an early mark.

Don't we all, China. Don't we all.

Listen, mate, we're up to our necks in bloody bikies.

We'll be lucky to get out by this time tomorrow morning.

I wouldn't ask if...

I just really need to go.

Everything alright?

I hope so.

When do you have to leave?

10 minutes ago.

Alright, then. Bugger off.

Thank you.

Hey, what's Pathology's extension? 628.

Go on. Get in there.

We're leaving it outside, guys. Remember that.

Okay. Can you wiggle your fingers for me?

Good man.

How do you feel?

I've been better.

This should cheer you up, Dog.

The ambos made a mess of the sleeve cutting it off you.

Otherwise, it's all intact.

You're an angel.

Now I just need to live long enough to wear it.

I'll be back to take bloods shortly.

(mutters) Some of us are busy here.

KAHLIA: This is fun.

I was beginning to think you weren't going to make it.

Yeah, me too.

What have you told her?

That she's going to meet her dad.

Hello.

Hi.

You're my dad, right?

Yeah, that's right.

Will you push me?

Sure.

Alright. On three, okay?

Alright, here we go. One... two... three!

Phwoar!

We'll go back.

You're good at that. You're like Tarzan.

What are you doing here? I just wanted to tell her...

Are you alright?

The man came in to say sorry for scaring me before.

He brought me chocolate.

I told her to speak to you before she ate it.

Very wise.

Well, go on. Okay.

Got a kid about your age. His name's Brendan.

There's a boy in my class called that. He's nice.

Yeah, well, Brendan can be a nasty little b...

Alright. Yep. Right.

Um, okay. Got to go. Got things to do.

Get better soon, okay, Cindy?

Thank you, Skull.

I'll be along shortly with that very large needle.

(sighs)

(grunts with frustration)

Come on.

Hope I can find the vein the first time.

Here we go.

Right. Come in, guys. Come in.

For the sake of new arrivals,

because you've come into close contact

with someone who has meningococcal disease,

we need to test you for it.

We do that by taking some bloods,

and then we'll give you some prophylactic antibiotics.

Name? Schooner.

Schooner? Schooner.

Next.

And fellas, if you need me to,

I'll look at any cuts and bruises after we're done.

Whoa. Whoa.

I think he's just fainted.

Who's next?

You can go, mate. It's all yours.

Skull. Yeah, mate.

I need details of any other gang members Mad Dog's seen

in the last two weeks.

Alright. I'll get a list together. Okay.

Hey, what is it between you Hangmen and the Vipers anyway?

Oh, mate, it goes back a long way.

Yeah, but what, like, triggered today's little rumble?

Same old same old.

Yeah, but what started it?

Mate, when a Hangman's called to arms, he's there.

No questions asked.

You don't know, do you?

You've got no idea what any of this was all about, do you?

Your wife and kids will meet you at ICU as soon as they get here.

Alright, we're set to go.

I don't want trouble from you, alright?

Just wanted to see how he was.

Is he going to be alright? Bet on it.

Hey, Dog.

That girl of yours still played a crap game of soccer.

Yeah, your kid's got three feet and he still couldn't kick a goal.

Were you guys at a kids' soccer match this morning?

Ah, maybe.

Please don't tell me that's what you were fighting about.

Did your son's team win?

Not likely. They suck.

Ah, the thin blue line. Gentlemen, your timing's impeccable.

Can I talk to you?

(sharply) No.

Look, the thing is, Vincent and I... Shut up, Cate.

You really are jealous, aren't you?

You can't stand the thought of him actually being happy

with someone other than you.

All I ever wanted was for him to be happy.

On your terms.

Let's just get one thing straight.

Vincent and I are none of your business.

And he and I are none of yours. Get out of my way.

I swear, if you don't move, I'll tear your head off.

Will you listen to yourself? You're not his mother, Charlotte.

He does not need to report every move he makes to you.

I won't say it again.

You had him and you let him go.

So, get over it.

Oh!