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Oh!

Oh, hell.

Not here...

..obviously.

Oh, God. It is so wet out there.

Oh. It's wet in here too.

Buy yourself a brolly.

Wouldn't last long. Blowing a bloomin' gale out there.

I'm waiting on some orderlies to help. Check on their progress?

Sure. I'd help you myself, but I've got patients.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, Jack. Nice new shirt. And a tie.

Goodness gracious me.

Thank you. Oh, that's right.

It's your first day on your surgical rotation.

Must be trying to impress the girls.

Something like that.

Once he has climbed the Olympian heights of surgery,

he'll never talk to us again.

We'll have to watch him on high -

scalpel in one hand, BMW lease in the other.

VINCENT: Right. On-call two nights running, surgery back-to-back.

The only thing you'd do in your BMW is sleep.

Oh, yeah? Well, I'd park mine right next to Frank's flash little Jensen.

Come on, let's go.

Unknown male, approximately 35 years of age.

Found in a park.

Multiple stab wounds to abdomen. Bleeding profusely at scene.

Pulse 140 and thready.

Respiratory rate, 26, shallow. BP 90/50.

Loss of consciousness in transit. Reacting to painful stimuli only.

Police called? Yep.

Pupils are equal and reacting to light.

One litre of Hartmann's through. Second running.

Right. On three. One, two, three.

See if you can find some ID.

Equal air entry bilaterally.

I'm gonna put a large bore cannula in.

Deep abdomen laceration. Let's log-roll him.

CATE: One, two, three.

There's no wound to his back. No wallet or other form of ID.

We've gotta intubate. Cate... JACK: Vincent?

THUNDER RUMBLES Yep, rapid infusion.

That sounds nasty.

IV Gelofusine rapid infusion.

I want a nasogastric tube and an IDC.

Acute injury to the abdomen, upper right quadrant.

What structures?

Liver, gall bladder, stomach, small bowel,

ascending and transverse colon.

Good. Dan, I need some O-neg.

Get Theatre on standby, please.

Welcome to surgery.

Hey. How's it going?

(gasps) What are you doing here?

I thought we could try that restaurant of yours.

Sorry?

The Thai one with the soft-shell crab with green papaya salad?

VINCENT: Okay, guys, let's go.

Jack, make sure you keep a close eye on his obs.

I also want you to check...

You are kidding me!

Captain Hughes. I had no idea you were here.

VINCENT: How long's it been?

I see you dress as snappily as always.

You've still got your sense of humour.

That's nice. THUNDER RUMBLES

Brought the monsoon weather with you. Thank you.

Uh, Vincent...

Sorry, I've gotta go. How long are you here?

I'm here a few hours yet.

I'll shout you a beer later. That'll be a first.

Sorry about that. Where were we?

I have to be somewhere else. Charlotte?

Hey.

Sorry, really busy.

VON: Right. Just in the bag. Ta.

God, I'm sick of this. Take it easy.

Not a good look.

Lily Martin, aged 28. Thought she had the flu.

My chances of picking up a spunky young doctor now are very limited.

Wait. I need... Whoa, whoa, hey...

Okay, got you, got you.

Alright. It's alright. I'll get oxygen.

And diazepam, Von. I'll get it.

Anything I can do?

Yeah. Grab a trolley, over there.

Hang on, Nelson. It's subsiding.

Oxygen, 12 litres.

There you go. Let's get her into recovery.

Let's move her. Let me help.

I can take it from here, thank you.

I'll be with you soon. I'm not going anywhere.

Okay. What have we got?

Vomiting and seizures. History?

She was at a Pilates class a couple of nights ago.

Started getting headaches and shivers.

Thought it was just a bad flu.

Temp's 38.5.

Let's get her temperature down, then I need medical records.

Well, there's none - well, not here. I've checked.

No medication in the handbag either.

I did ask whether she'd been travelling.

And?

Yes. United States, eight months ago. That's it.

Nowhere in Asia?

No. She's been in the inner west since she returned.

Let's have a look for her rashes. Meningitis?

Let's hope not.

What's the paediatrician doing here, Frank?

BP 120/70.

Why? What's it to you?

Just curious.

Dr Spencer's helping me with my practitioner accreditation.

I can't see any rashes. Can't see any either.

5ml midazolam to settle the seizure, and then put in an IDC.

We'll collect some bloods and paracetamol for the temp.

If she was exercising as recently as two days ago,

this is a really fast deterioration.

A lot can happen in two days, Beaumont.

Yeah, it can.

JACK: When does the consultant get here?

She's stuck in traffic. We're gonna have to start without her.

And that's okay to do that?

Jack, the storm is playing havoc with the roads.

The guy needs surgery.

What other option do we have?

More attention to the fingertips.

Additional drugs are drawn up and ready.

We'll be entering the abdomen with a mid-line incision,

looking around for the biggest bleeder,

which is most likely to be...

The liver. Mm-hm.

Then we're pretty much done.

MAN: We're setting up for manual ventilation.

Ready to go, people.

Is there a problem?

It just hit me that this is what you do every day.

Yes, the forbidden doors of surgery, my professor used to call it.

Okay. Word of advice.

If you feel like you're going to faint, don't be a hero.

Just step away from the table, okay, Jack?

Give me a break. I'm not a first-year med student.

Stand by with the sponge.

Scalpel, please. Size 10 blade.

Primary incision.

That's this antibacterial drain, Jack.

That's the wrong retractor.

We're just doing chest and liver today.

WOMAN: Oh, sorry.

The abdominal wall's got lots more fatty tissue

than most people realise.

Okay.

Place the retractors

to give you maximum visibility of the internal organs.

Identify the bleeder.

In your own time, Jack.

Lots of blood.

Feel the pressure.

Light touch.

Yeah, I've got it.

Just like a leaky hose. Yeah.

Good.

Storm's revving up again.

I hope they fixed that leak in the waiting room.

Lily, is the headache's worse or better than before?

(groans)

Urine output's low.

What are her obs?

BP 140/90. Pulse 125. GCS 11.

So, are you nervous about the accreditation?

No. Why would I be?

Well, you obviously know this Dr Spencer.

What's he like? What's her BSL, Von?

3.2 millimoles. And midazalom's obviously kicked in.

Is she stable enough to do a lumbar puncture?

Yeah, I think so.

We're gonna take every precaution. Have you done the blood gases?

Do it in the Iso Room.

Pick it up. You're not under the bloody palm trees now.

No, no, no! I don't like it! Stop it!

JESS: Ben, it's alright.

You're inside now, you're in the hospital.

Stop the storm, stop the storm!

Come on. No, don't let him hurt me.

No-one's gonna hurt you,

and it would really help me if you could sit in the chair.

Yeah, that's it. That's it.

He was hit by a vehicle at low speed.

The driver brought him in, said he walked in front of the car.

They all say that. Settle him down. I'll see him shortly.

What am I doing, Jack?

Using a mattress stitch and a round-bodied needle, right?

Well done. You've done your homework, Jack.

When I was in the army,

I actually did use the mattress stitch to stitch up a mattress.

That's a joke. Not very good, Dr Hughes.

Jokes are getting better, though. That's debatable.

Just pearls before swine in here, pearls before swine.

Whoa.

Suction. Blood pressure's dropped.

Something else is going on.

Need to have a look at the organs in the upper abdominal cavity.

Lacerations to the small bowel.

Can I feel?

Bowel wall defect.

Need to resect if it's larger than... 50%, and that is.

Bowel resection and primary anastomosis.

Sorry about that.

How's the patient?

Yeah, she's stable, but they're thinking possible meningitis.

Not good.

Well, Charlotte will sort it out.

Of that I have no doubt.

So, how long have you been doing these accreditations?

Not long. In between gigs at the moment.

Just going where the wind's taking me.

Half your luck. May as well get down to business.

We'll start with the theory part first off.

Great. Grab a seat.

Cool.

Right.

Developmental milestones of the six-month-old.

My favourite.

Okay. I'm going to fix this up for you, and then...

No needles, no. No, no needles.

Any nausea, vomiting?

No, and his GCS is 11.

Ben, could you hold Jessica's hand for me?

Come on. We can hold hands, right?

That's it. Good.

What you were doing when the car hit you?

Nothing.

What about your surname, Ben, so we can contact your family?

Your name is Ben... THUNDER RUMBLES

(whimpers) Stop the storm, please.

It's okay. It's okay. You're safe in here.

Now, listen, Ben,

can you rest here for a moment and I'll be right back, okay?

Get him down to Radiology. He's pretty worked up, Frank.

And there's clearly a bit more going on here than today's accident.

He's like a child.

Yes. We need his medical records.

Keep trying for a surname.

Okay, Lily.

We're gonna take a sample of your spinal fluid

to see if we can detect any abnormalities or infections.

THUNDER RUMBLES

Trust us to take the evening shift in this weather.

You're doing really well, Lily. Almost done.

Whoa.

Are you okay?

Yeah. I can't see anything.

Well, the generators will kick in in a minute.

Nice and easy.

Storm's just taken out some of our power.

Come on.

MAN: Going to make a ventilation.

Stay very still until we know exactly what's happened.

Can you find out what's going on, please?

Hold the bowel wall very steady, Jack.

How long will the monitors hold out? Full battery power?

A couple of hours, if we're lucky.

We're only halfway through.

What happens if lights don't come back on?

Then we're in pretty serious trouble.

Yes, we do have emergency lighting, but it's not good enough to work by.

I don't care, just fix it!

Substation's been hit by lightning

and the back-up generators have decided to go out in sympathy.

SIRENS WAIL

Still got the bowel wall, Jack? Yep.

We may need to do a temporary colostomy.

The longer he stays here, the greater the risk of infection,

not to mention hypothermia.

We're gonna need some light for that.

Can you organise some battery-powered lamps and torches, please,

as sterile as possible.

Sure.

Reckon the ED's going beserk?

I think we've got enough to worry about.

Like how hot and stuffy it is.

Does he need more antibiotics?

Yeah.

Metronidazol 500mg IV. Hang the warm saline.

How much blood loss?

About 1.5 litres.

Push it through.

Hey. How long before we need to make a call here?

With that amount of blood loss, not long.

Right, pay attention, everyone.

Beaumont's in Iso doing an LP. See if she needs help.

Sure.

We'll need to test monitors for battery back-up,

collect portable BP machines and oxygen cylinders.

Make sure you've always got torches.

The batteries in the emergency lights might not last long.

Double-check medication orders and beware of sharps.

I don't want any bloody accidents. Go on, off to work.

I'm guessing your assessment's a wash-out.

Story of my life.

If I had official visiting rights here, I could make myself useful.

Sorry, you're not really covered for patient contact.

We could always play Murder in the Dark.

We will be bloody doing that if someone doesn't get the power on.

We haven't officially met.

Cate. Spence.

I'm glad you're here. Maybe that army training will come in handy.

Hell, no. I'm strictly civilian.

Oh. Didn't you know Vincent from Timor?

Captain Hughes deigned to drink with me up there.

A lot.

That's my great claim to fame with the military.

FRANK: Saddle up, McMasters.

You can socialise when the power's back on.

There is something you can do.

Just give the patients general reassurance,

keep panic levels to a minimum.

You mean babysit and don't play doctor

just so your insurance doesn't get compromised, right?

That is exactly what I mean. Sweet.

I need my pills. The pink ones.

I'll be with you soon, Mrs Willis.

Why aren't the lights on?

What kind of hospital are you people running here?

We're running the kinda hospital

that cares about the safety of their patients,

and right now the safest place is in bed.

Bed 7, down the corridor.

So, madam, if you'll accompany me to the boudoir...

CHARLOTTE: Dan, just a bit more to the right.

Thanks.

I just don't want to lose any of this fluid.

If she deteriorates, I may not get another shot at this.

The CSF looks reasonably clear.

Almost there.

Okay. That's done.

Well done. Both of you.

Thanks. You guys alright in here?

Yep.

Frank. Completed the LP. What will I do with the samples?

When the power's back, we'll send it to Pathology.

And when do you think that might be? I have no idea.

We should use meningitis as a provisional diagnosis.

If we're correct - got a head start.

Wrong, and we aren't harming her. Keep in mind her renal failure.

You'll have to use a broad-spectrum antibiotic.

Well, corridor's clear but the external doors are jammed closed,

public entrance and ambo entrance.

Do ambo operations know we're red? Mm-hm.

Um, sub-acute beds 4, 6 and 13 have no battery back-up on the monitors.

Alright, I'll move the working monitors

to the patients most in need.

Can you check the waiting room? Sure.

Curtis, just remind me what Maintenance actually does

when they do their regular routine checks, if anything?

I did not turn the lights out, Frank.

MAN: I want to go home!

Please, please... It's alright. It's alright, Ben.

He was having his CT scan before.

I think they got it - Radiology's in chaos.

Settle him then do a round of patients.

Get back to me in five minutes. No, five minutes!

Front door's still jammed.

Let's look at the bright side -

at least nobody can get in.

Just what I need. Some muscle. Come with me, you two.

CATE: If everyone could just listen carefully.

We're doing all we can to get the back-up generators working again.

In the meantime, if you could all please remain in your seats,

If you don't have a seat, sit on the floor.

It's not budging, Frank.

This is for your safety and protection.

We don't want anyone getting hurt.

Whoa, excuse me, sir. No lighters.

Well, folks, we've decided you're such good customers

we'd like to keep you with us at least until the rain stops.

There was a time you could open a door with its handle.

The Dark Ages. Get it? Dark?

I'm glad you find this amusing.

Let's see how funny you find it when our monitor batteries start dying,

along with our patients.

He's very highly strung. Got that.

JACK: How long until the lamps are sterile?

Not long, but I think it's more a question of finding some,

given that every other surgical procedure in the building

is in the same predicament as we are.

(groans) Sorry, I'm just not used to standing still for so long.

Mate, that's the hardest thing to get used to.

I once did a 14-hour neuro procedure

with a full surgical team on rotation.

What's the longest surgery you've done alone?

I operated on little girl in East Timor for about 10 hours.

10 hours? How did you get through that?

Anyway you can.

You know Spence, the bloke I spoke to in the ED,

he's a master at it.

He knows every single knock-knock joke.

Once he's finished that,

he starts reciting Monty Python's 'Life Of Brian'.

Oh, I love that.

Good. Keep it to yourself.

(doctor groans)

Are you okay?

Don't think so.

Dr Price?

Stay where you are, Jack.

He's fainted from the heat. Dr Price!

Okay. Look, just find a replacement - now.

BP's dropping.

I need you to hold the bowel wall.

That's it.

Nice and steady.

Jack, you're going to have to take over the anaesthetic.

(coughs) Okay. What do you want me to do?

Move away from the sterile field before you do anything.

Now, check his vital signs, carotid pulse.

What's your mum's name or your dad's name?

No! No, he doesn't like torches!

Sorry. Have you got a surname yet? No.

What do you reckon his mental age is?

Don't know, but I'm trying to work it out.

It's hard winning his trust.

Ben, what does Mum and Dad call your doctor?

Guys, I need your help with bed 8. Right.

Ben, can you hold this on your head for me until I get back?

Okay. Good boy.

He's producing tears.

Paralysing anaesthetic must be wearing off.

He needs more fentanyl and rock. I don't know what I'm doing.

Just take a deep breath and administer the drugs.

One step at a time.

That's given.

Fentanyl going in.

Okay, done. Tears stopped?

Yes. Good work.

Look at that. The cavalry's arrived.

Now all we need is some light.

Lily...

Lily, can you wake up for me?

How long since she had midazolam? 20 minutes.

I don't like this. She should be rouseable by now.

God, if we just had some test results...

If she'd only come in an hour earlier.

I feel like taking a microscope and looking at the spinal fluid myself.

If this is meningitis or encephalitis,

we've got a couple of hours, if we're lucky.

I'll be right back.

I feel as useful as a fart in a bottle.

If you do anything other than stay out of our way,

you'll land us in hot water legally, mate.

So, I'm sorry...

Frank, I was just wondering how... (clears throat)

Spit it out, Beaumont. I haven't got time for 20 questions.

I want to take the pathology samples over to St Angela's

and rush the results through.

You can't. I need you here.

Besides, the doors are locked. Can't get out.

I can take them for you.

I'll abseil out a window.

Fire door might be safer.

I'll abseil out a fire door then.

We should call St Angela's and check.

Come on, Charlotte. Let me be a superhero, hey?

They've got to take it

if I'm standing right there in front of them?

Did he flirt like that with you at the conference?

He was there with you, wasn't he?

Must have been.

Do you say you're batting for the other team,

or do you string them along?

None of your business, Frank.

JESS: Hey, Ben, where are you going?

Come on, stop it.

Ben, it's not safe to run around in the dark.

Come back to bed.

Come out, please. (whimpers)

Ben...

Wanna stay here. Don't like it there.

There's nothing to be scared of.

I need a cuddle. When I'm scared I get a cuddle.

It's okay, Ben. Come here.

That's it.

You're safe here.

Okay. Now you've had your cuddle, let's go.

No. Ben, stop it!

We can play a game.

No, no. Let me go or I'll scream.

Don't scream. It's fun.

You'll like this game.

(muffled) Stop it!

It will make me feel nice.

Ben!

VON: It's alright, Lily.

I'm just going to see if I can... Oh, no, you don't.

Okay, Charlotte. Von, what's up?

She's fitting again. Her level of consciousness has dropped.

Charlotte, we'll have to intubate.

Lily, we're gonna put a tube down your throat to help you breathe.

Size 7.5 ET tube, Von. Yep.

Midaz and vec in.

How can I deal with this when I don't know what it is?

Let's hope Dr Charm is quick on his feet at St Angela's.

DISTANT MUFFLED CRIES What the hell was that?

DAN: Jess!

Okay, okay, okay. Let go.

Let go.

Did he hurt you? No, I'm okay.

Settle down, mate. Calm down.

Leave him alone!

Dan, I'm alright.

Ben don't like being hurt. Dan, you're frightening him.

Calm down. Are you injured?

No. Jess. Jess, we'll handle it.

He didn't know what he was doing.

Okay. Okay. No, no, no.

What's happened?

Help me, please.

He grabbed me, that's all, but he doesn't understand.

Come on.

Come on, lad. You're coming with me.

JACK: Okay. Now we're in business.

Alright. Our priority is to get this guy off the table.

It's not quite what we planned.

Heart rate's increasing. 140. Blood pressure's dropping.

Push those bloods through. We need to increase his fluid volume.

Vincent, should we go ahead with the temporary colostomy,

get him off the table?

Whichever way we choose,

there's still a 50/50 chance of ischaemic bowel.

But he'd be better off post-operatively

if we do the anastomosis, right?

Right.

Third bag of gel's going up.

Feeling brave, Jack?

No.

But what the hell?

That's what I want to hear.

Alright. Widening the retractor half an inch.

Suction, please.

Without any more interruptions, we night just get through this.

FRANK: Yes, you should be frightened, because you're in big trouble.

You scared Jessica,

and I don't like it when that happens.

Do you understand why?

I want to go home.

I want you to stay in this bed, and do not touch anyone.

Are you sure you're alright?

JESS: It was partly my fault.

He asked for a cuddle. I wasn't thinking.

You two need to swap patients.

Hey, I know you're alright - I heard you.

Fill each other in on your patients. No arguments.

I will watch Ben until you've handed over.

Find out his surname so we can do something.

I'll go easy, don't worry.

Okay. Bed 10. Suspected appendicitis.

Emergency. Campion speaking.

SPENCE: Can I speak to Dr Beaumont? Yeah, hold on.

Beaumont.

No electricity, remember?

Dr Beaumont speaking.

Hi, honey. How's your day?

Where are you?

Soaked to the skin outside St Angela's.

I could win a wet T-shirt contest.

Do you have the results? CSFs are clear.

The bloods are being done.

Thank you.

Have you thought about...

Guess not.

Negative for encephalitis and meningitis.

Why didn't he just give the results to me?

Okay. So she hasn't complained of joint pain.

No rashes. That rules out Ross River.

Too severe in any case.

She's not photophobic.

She definitely said she hasn't left the country?

Definitely. I asked twice.

Liver's compromised and her fever hasn't subsided, despite treatment.

Righto. I'll make some calls. To whom?

Well, she was in America.

Maybe something was going around there we don't know of.

Von, I think if there had been an epidemic, we'd know about it.

There doesn't have to be an epidemic for someone to get sick.

JACK: Would you like a drain to the liver?

Yeah. I think that would help.

Slide it up.

The damage has changed the appearance of the anatomy.

I'm not really... Just watch the gallbladder, Jack.

Just slide it up, over the top towards the apex.

Okay. Good.

Now put another drain on the opposite side.

Got it. Good.

Good work. Irrigate with saline.

And prepare to close.

That's it. We've done it.

Why don't you close, Dr Quaid?

Are you serious?

That's right. I'm in Australia.

I got your blood results.

Listen, thanks for all of that.

Yeah. Right. We'll be in touch.

Anaemia, hypoglycaemia.

And acidosis, right?

Right.

Malaria? In the States?

Yeah. There was a small outbreak in Washington DC about 10 months ago.

That's what it looked like.

But she hadn't been to Asia.

Take more bloods. We'll need thick and thin films.

Don't worry, Lily. We'll have you sorted out in an instant.

Malaria.

Von, a loading dose of quinine dihydrochloride IV, please?

Sure.

Good call, Von. Literally.

I really appreciate your help. My pleasure.

But you, uh... don't need to stay.

What if you need another personal courier?

I won't. But thank you.

You know, after the last night of the conference,

I thought you might be a little bit more happy to see me.

I am.

It's just I really need you to not be here.

In this hospital? In this room? Anywhere, Spence. Anywhere.

Okay.

Just so we're clear,

I want you.

Here,

or at a venue of your choosing.

I'm sorry.

It's just... you being here is complicated.

CHEERING You're blushing.

I am not. Yes, you are.

I am not.

I'll leave you to it.

Everything alright?

Why wouldn't it be?

I'm just going to...

No! Ben, let us do this for you.

Jessica!

Help me! Alright.

Benjamin, please, just take it easy, okay?

Hey. You're a paediatrician, right?

Guilty as charged.

Any chance you want to do me a favour?

I'll sit with him if you like. You catch up with your other patients.

Thanks. I can't see us digging our way out of this for hours.

We'll do the accreditation another day.

Yeah, good.

G'day, mate. Who's this, then?

Ben.

Ben who?

Just Ben. No second name. That can't be right.

Well, it is.

Some people only have one name, apparently.

Hey, Ben.

Hey, do you mind if we make a cubby house out of a blanket?

Watch this.

Wow! (Laughs) How's that?

It's like a cave.

Batcave, hey.

My name's Doug Spencer. My friends call me Spence.

Two names is good. You get a choice.

Bad luck only having one name.

I've got two.

No, you don't. Yes, I do.

But that bloke said you didn't.

I do. Ben and... Simpson.

Two names, see? Wow.

So the other one went missing for a while, then?

Yeah. Silly name.

JACK: No debrief?

VINCENT: If we knew who he was, we'd talk to his family right now.

I don't know how you do it.

You don't know his name and you don't even care.

Jack, I care that he made it through the operation,

and I care that we did.

Now there's the incident report

I'm really gonna have to care about.

Don't you ever get, I don't know, lonely up here sometimes?

Sometimes I do.

But, you know,

you can always rely on the surgical review in the emergency department

to keep your mind off it.

Now it's my turn.

No, don't touch me.

I like you, but I don't want you to touch me.

Now it's your turn.

Is everything alright here?

It's cool.

I don't want you to touch my hair.

Hey, Ben, mate, I really like you but I don't want you to touch me, okay?

Ben has two names.

Ben Simpson.

And he lives in Sundale Community Home, right, mate?

Ben fell down a stormwater drain when he was six years old.

He spent a lot of time under water.

Oh. That must have been really scary.

Mmm. I think it was.

No need to be scared now, is there?

We have to keep him for another few hours for observation.

Okay. We'll see you soon.

They must be relieved to know he's safe.

Good thing Spence was here.

It might've taken ages to get Ben to open up.

I just can't stop thinking about him, Dan.

He's a child, but his body's telling him he's a man.

SPENCE: Charlotte.

You did this on purpose, didn't you?

Of course I did.

You must've had hundreds of hospitals to choose from.

Yes.

So can you choose another one, please?

Charlotte, we both said, with equal enthusiasm,

we should have a meal sometime.

I'm just living up to my side of the pledge.

I didn't think you would follow me back here

to take me up on the offer.

I don't see why you're making this such a big deal.

Hey. Perfect timing.

As always. I'll leave you to it. Hang on.

Why don't we just downsize it to a drink or something?

Don't go there, mate. Come on.

Am I treading on your turf?

Used to be my turf. Charlotte's my ex-wife.

And she's gay.

Whoa. Jeez.

That's quite an achievement there, Captain Hughes.

How did you manage to turn her?

That's hilarious.

Listen, I finish about 10:00.

There's a pub down the road, very nice, called Cougar's.

Why don't we meet there for a beer?

You're on. It's good to see you.

You too.

Did you get blacked out? We did. It was unbelievable.

It was chaos down here, too.

Lucky your friend's here. He really helped out.

He's good like that.

How's that?

He was with me when Karen died. I owe him a lot.

FRANK: Can I have everyone's attention?

Can you gather round?

I'm probably stating the obvious, but, as you no doubt know,

the wards are completely backed up.

Pathology in a mess.

Radiology will be catching up all night,

and we can't have any transfers to ICU for at least the next two hours.

Fun, fun, fun. Yes, exactly.

You've been calm in a crisis. I appreciate it.

But some of us need to practise our writing in the dark.

So if you would triple-check any scribblings on orders or charts,

I would be most grateful.

Whoever ordered a dozen eggs from Pathology

might like to reconsider that request, Jack.

Thank you. Back to work.

Steve Willis hasn't been given his antibiotics.

I wrote that order up myself, didn't I?

Well, he's pretty sure he hasn't taken any medication.

Where's his chart?

There it is. See, it's signed for.

This is Mrs Willis's obs chart.

She's taken his antibiotics?

Yep, which she is allergic to.

Bloody terrific.

I can't breathe. You need to calm down, Mrs Willis.

Oxygen sats are dropping. 95. BP is 100/50.

Alright. Give her adrenaline, 0.5ml of 1 in 1,000 IM.

Hydrocortisone 100mg IV.

Help me.

Oxygen at 12 litres a minute, Nelson.

Sats are still dropping. We'll have to bag her.

Just get the intubation equipment on standby.

Jessica. Ben has something to say to you.

What would you like to say, Ben?

I didn't mean to scare you and I won't do it again.

That's the way, mate.

I'm sorry.

Well, your apology's accepted.

And guess what? Your carer's here to see you.

Come on, Benny boy. Let's get you back to bed.

How is she?

The adrenaline and hydrocortisone have kicked in

and the swelling's subsided.

Keep her on oxygen at six litres.

Then she'll need a bed in a ward. Yep.

And then after you've done that, Curtis, you know where to find me.

Mrs Willis is being moved up to the ward now.

Good.

No doubt we'll have a legal situation on our hands.

No doubt we will.

Who checked the drugs with you?

Well, that is hardly relevant, Frank.

It's my responsibility.

The patients had the same surname - Stephanie Willis and Steve Willis.

Easy mistake to make in the dark.

Our cronies upstairs, they've no right kicking our arse

when they can't keep the lights on.

Agreed.

What?

I'm agreeing with you.

You've got a good nursing team. They kept their heads today.

Uh, yeah, they did.

What do you want - a medal?

Get out of here!

Ta.

What's that?

That's my shout. Oh, thank you.

So, how was your first day in Theatre?

Oh! What can I say? I'm a natural.

Apparently not as good as this bloke here - Vincent's mate -

but, you know, there's still hope.

So, Captain Hughes here says, "Let's take a shortcut."

No, no, no. You said, "Let's go through there."

I said, "No way."

And the road's getting narrower and narrower as we're driving along.

There's a cliff face going down to the sea.

It gets to the main road, sure... But?

But you've got to drive over six-foot boulders from a recent landslide.

We had to reverse back out.

Any minute we'll plunge off the side,

and what does he do?

What did you do?

Gets out and walks, leaving me to fall into the Timor Sea.

(laughs) I was directing you!

Not your finest moment, Captain, I've got scars to prove it.

Well, look - that's what I call good teamwork.

Anyone for another? I'll get it.

You're the guest of honour.

You shout more than two drinks in a row

and my heart will go into meltdown.

Hey. Where do you think you're going?

You're joking.

You stay here. I'll get some candles.

Oh! Oh!

Are you okay?

Oh, yeah, I think so. (laughs)

Yeah, that's right. Just laugh at my misfortune.

It's alright. You stay put. I'll get something.

GLASS BREAKS Ooh!

Yeah, serves you right.

We're as bad as each other. Yep. Oh.

We should get married.

Oh, let there be light. Ta.

Actually, I meant that.

What?

Will you marry me?

"All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy."

What are you doing?

I'm doing Jack Nicholson from 'The Shining'.

(laughs)

"Redrum".

You're an idiot.

(all cheer)