Original subtitles

Can I have your attention?

Friends, rascals and other non-entities,

I would like to propose a toast to two lovers,

to their eternal happiness.

To Kerry and Nelson.

ALL: Kerry and Nelson!

May your "for better or worse" be much betterer than it is worse,

and that is the last word I will have on the subject.

CATE: Beautiful, Frank. Thank God for that!

Frank's being really sweet, Dan.

Give me a break. Nelson looks like he's gonna throw up.

He does not. He's just nervous.

That's how you'd look if you were getting married tomorrow.

No, I'd be on a fast train to as far away as I can get.

You don't have a romantic bone in your body, do you?

Bye, Jess.

Daniel, Daniel, Daniel. What?

Why do you do that? Do what?

Go out of your way to annoy her. She loves it.

It's fun.

Man, she's gonna smother you in your sleep one day.

Better than choking to death

on the 800 bridal magazines and stationery swatches

and fabric preferences

and God knows what else she's filled our place with lately.

It's your shout.

It's nice to see them so happy, isn't it?

Yep... It brings back memories.

See you tomorrow.

I'll be thinking about you, and I'll see you tomorrow night.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Bye. Bye.

Come on, it's just a stupid tradition.

If I spent the night with you,

the ghost of my mother would rise up from her grave and haunt us.

Do you want to start our wedding day with a pissed-off ghost?

I want to start our wedding day in bed next to you.

There you are, Cinderella. Well, it's home time.

No, not you.

Yeah, I didn't think you meant me. I'll see you tomorrow, then.

You will.

No turning back now, me old china,

unless of course the young lady comes to her senses

and does a midnight flit.

I thought the best man was supposed to keep the groom calm, Frank.

And spoil all my fun? Don't be silly.

Very traditional.

RADIO: The fire department says it could be hours

before they know what lead to the explosion.

Damien Trelawny, 28-year-old male, severe chemical burns to both eyes

sustained from an industrial explosion.

Left eye worse than the right.

Cube 2. Do we know what chemicals we're dealing with?

Most likely ammonia.

They're burning. God, can you stop the burning, please?

We will, Damien. Just hold on, mate.

Eye irrigation performed at scene. Continued in transit.

He's been giving 10mg of metochlopramide plus methoxy whistle.

Minor smoke inhalation treated with oxygen. Sats 98%.

I'll call emergency services,

to find out what chemicals we're dealing with

and make sure we're not at secondary infection risk.

Good idea. Can you settle him and continue the irrigation?

Sure.

Brief LOC, possibly five minutes.

This is Reece. Multiple shrapnel wounds.

Superficial burns to both hands caused by an explosion.

Vincent on his way?

I paged him, yeah.

Acute 6.

It hurts.

It's alright. We'll get you sorted.

Vitals are normal. IV Hartmann's commenced. IV morphine 5mg given...

It didn't bloody work!

..with minimal effect.

What happened?

Paint factory exploded.

You take this kid, I'll take the eye injury.

Alright, mate. Alright. Just hold still for me, please.

Do you remember what happened?

No.

I was doing final rounds for the shift,

you know, last checks before I went home,

and the next thing, the ambo's asking me what day it is.

He was found unconscious. Can I get something for the pain?

Hang on, Damien.

He's got a head lac, right side.

Remember hitting your head?

Don't worry about my head. It's my eyes. Can't see anything.

We'll get anaesthetic for your eyes. It'll ease the pain.

Eye drops? You're kidding me?

Damien, the ambos found you unconscious,

which means a possible head injury.

I don't care. You've gotta stop this burning.

Morphine, 1mg increments, and amethocaine eye drops.

Morphine. Now you're talking. And eye irrigation?

I'll get on to Ophthalmology for a full assessment.

We'll suture the head lac once the eyes are under control.

Am I blind? Is that what's happened?

Give us a chance to assess things properly, mate.

Sometimes eye injuries seem worse than they really are.

Strict 15-minute neuro obs, Dan.

Any point organising a neuro consult?

Not without a head CT to show them, but I'll do it anyway.

Try and calm down. That's it.

Sorry, I know this hurts,

but can you try and keep as still as you can?

I'm trying, believe me.

You were at work early.

I started my apprenticeship. Want to look keen and all that.

How many of you were there? What do you mean?

At work, this early.

I don't know. A few. What are you doing?

Sorry, mate. Can you organise X-rays for him, please?

What?

You were obviously close to the blast.

So?

Sometimes an explosion can cause internal damage

that we can't pick up on a physical examination.

What are you doing with my stuff? Putting it away.

Don't worry, your wallet and keys are in there.

Clothes won't be much good, though.

Deanna, let's get X-rays done, then we'll worry about shrapnel.

The burns to the hands?

Clean and dress them, please. Start him on IV antibiotics.

Are you allergic to anything, Reece?

Okay. I'll be right back.

I'll get someone from the burns unit to look at his hands.

No, we're continuing the irrigation.

I'll get on to testing the pH now.

Okay, I'll let you know. Thank you.

How's the kid?

Bloody lucky.

Oh, Deanna, did you get onto emergency services at the factory?

Yeah, there's been a fatality. Teenage boy.

There was nothing they could do.

Must have been another apprentice.

Do we know exactly what chemicals we're dealing with?

Hazmat said to take our pick.

There's every chemical you can imagine in that factory,

and they still haven't got the fire under control,

so information is scant.

Terrific.

They're looking at evacuating the surrounding area just in case,

but they said there's little risk of secondary contamination, so...

Well, that's something at least.

Those eye injuries looked pretty severe.

It is. What actually happened?

I think he got hit on the head,

ended up face-down in spilled chemicals.

So we can head injury to eye damage.

What did the actual head CT say? Haven't done one.

He's asymptomatic of a head injury, and the eyes are our priority.

Hope they're having more fun getting ready for the wedding

than we're having here.

Okay.

I'm heading off to pick up the flowers.

I'll see you at the hairdressers.

Kerry?

MOANING

Oh, give it a break, you two! (knocks at door)

pH is still low.

What does that mean? We have to continue with eye washes.

Sorry.

Just until the chemicals are diluted enough, okay?

How's his neuro obs?

They're stable. Good.

The eye specialist's coming down, Damien.

He shouldn't be long.

Here we go.

Is there anyone that we can call for you?

My wife. She won't be at home.

I know this is hurting you. I'm really sorry.

Is there any way that we can contact her to leave a message,

to let her know you're here?

Yeah, I know where she is.

She's upstairs in the antenatal ward.

I'll be a dad today and I won't be there to see it.

Man, I am so sorry.

Any idea how long the eye specialist is gonna be?

He'll be here as soon as he can.

Just let me finish this, and then...

Oh, God!

You'll just irritate them more, Damien.

They couldn't be any more bloody irritated than they already are.

I'm sorry, mate. I don't mean to sound like a whinger.

It's alright.

You give yourself a couple of minutes, okay,

and then we'll finish up.

Things could've been worse, I suppose.

At least I was the only one at work that early.

But what about the apprentices? What?

The apprentices.

Factory doesn't have an apprenticeship program.

Are you sure?

Of course I'm sure.

Oh, God.

You're my best man. The least you could do is help.

Wouldn't dream of it, son.

You can't get nervous if you're too busy to think.

How on earth are you going to fit both your luggage and Kerry's

into this matchbox?

No idea, Frank.

Time's ticking, me old china.

Oh, come on, Curtis.

The bride's supposed to be late, not the groom.

I know, I know!

DAN: According to Damien,

Reece doesn't work at the factory, and neither did the boy who died.

Is he sure?

Hard to confirm - Damien's the only one who can identify him,

and he's currently blind.

But he says all the other workers are older than he is,

they weren't due to start work until an hour after the explosion.

Hey, beautiful. You paged me?

I was talking to Dan.

Oh... possible head injury.

I have scans to look at?

They're not done yet. I'm sorry.

We're still juggling chemical burns to his eyes

and loss of consciousness.

Fine. Oh, well, I like a challenge.

His obs haven't changed much,

but he's still in a bit of pain and he's pretty anxious.

And his wife's due to have a caesarean any minute -

first baby too.

He's devastated he'll miss it.

It hasn't dawned on him

that he might not get to see his baby at all, ever.

Call the ophthalmologist again, get him here sooner rather than later.

Where are you going?

I might have a chat to our mystery teenager.

You coming? Just a sec.

Hey, it's Dan from the ED.

Have you got a Mrs Trelawny up there awaiting a caesarean?

How long's this gonna take?

It's gonna be a while, mate. You've really done some damage.

This one needs a suture.

Xylocaine, please.

Mind if I ask Reece a few questions?

Sure. Fine.

I don't feel well.

Sorry, mate. This will sting a little bit.

Reece, I've just been talking to the security guard at the factory.

Ouch!

Sorry, We're almost there. How is he? He hurt his eyes, right?

The thing is, he says you don't work there.

Well, that's crap. I've only been there a month or so.

I usually don't cross over security. They're only on at nights.

Reece...

I don't feel well.

I don't think I can answer any more questions now.

What are you two looking at?

You don't remember the explosion or what led up to it?

I've tried, believe me.

I can't find any neurological deficit and that's a good thing,

so I'm thinking it's a wait-and-see situation.

The story of my life.

Isn't that what blokes were put on the earth to do - wait and see?

Feels like that, doesn't it.

Hey, Damien, I just spoke to the nurse in Antenatal.

Is Lisa alright? She's fine.

Mate, you've got no idea how bloody frustrating this is.

I'm in the right hospital at the right time,

my wife's three floors above, and I can't see her.

You want a bit of advice, Damien?

Don't try to make sense of this You'll drive yourself mad.

We'll keep you on neuro obs for now.

Once the eyes are controlled, we'll get a head CT just in case.

I'm not happy that you can't remember the accident.

PAGER BEEPS Let me know if anything changes.

Sure.

I wonder who all they are. Probably Kerry's friends.

Von's her only family here.

She's got a brother overseas somewhere,

but I don't think they get along very well.

(laughs) What?

Couple of months ago, you didn't even know Kerry's name...

So, things change. Nothing wrong with that.

Oh, my God. Jack's brought a date.

Hey.

Hello, ladies. Mr Quade.

Have we missed anything?

No, but Nelson hasn't arrived yet. Oh.

Um... sorry, Jess, Cate, this is Rebecca.

Hi. Hi.

My sister. I didn't know you had a sister.

I didn't know about me either.

I knew about me, I didn't know I had a brother.

It's a long story.

Tell us later, because I have to find out where Nelson...

Calm down. Anyone would think it was you getting married.

Yeah, which would be terrifying.

Sorry, did I say that out loud?

You're as bad as Dan.

I don't know why boys don't get the romance thing.

I'm romantic. When I get married, it'll be on the beach at sunset.

Your bride has no say in this? Sure she does.

Just have to marry a woman...

CAR HORN BEEPS They're here!

..who likes the beach.

Nelson, you look fantastic. Thank you, Jess.

Is she here? No, no, no.

Okay, thank you. Thanks. No, let me...

Alright, okay. Great, great.

Whatever you're thinking, don't say it.

Actually, I was going to say you scrub up pretty well.

I should get inside and so should you,

because you don't wanna spoil the bride's entrance.

Come on. Thank you, mate.

CATE: Come on.

Shall we?

Maybe Reece is right.

Maybe he and the security guard

haven't actually come across each other just yet.

Maybe.

Spider senses tingling.

Spider senses? I haven't heard you say that in years.

Probably because I haven't said it in years.

You okay? Uh-uh.

Yeah. I just didn't get much sleep last night, that's all.

They'll be at the church by now.

Wonder if Nelson's as nervous as I was on our wedding day.

You weren't nervous. Are you joking?

Five minutes before you arrived,

my brother threatened to kick down the toilet door

just to get me out of there.

You never told me that.

There's lots of things I haven't told you, Charlotte.

Vincent, I need you to look at Reece.

We'll talk tonight at the reception.

His heart rate's up a bit. I'm worried.

Okay.

Maybe he wasn't just avoiding the questions.

I don't think so.

Michael Stevenson, smoke inhalation from the factory explosion.

You don't need to make it sound so dramatic. I copped a gobful.

Why isn't he wearing a mask?

Won't keep it on. Wasn't necessary.

He'll be fine in Sub-Acute. I told you.

The boss is worried about compo. That's the only reason I'm here.

Fireman, right? Sad but true.

Want to slide across? Sure.

Sats 96% with the mask, dropped to 93% on room air.

And they're at 90 now.

Alright, Michael, you need to keep this oxygen mask on.

Thanks, but no thanks.

Well, how about these, then?

If it makes you feel better, go right ahead.

Any update on how the fire started?

Investigation unit thinks it's arson.

Sit forward for me.

Security keys missing, but nothing's certain.

Like to get my hands on the bastard who did it.

SOMBRE MUSIC

What's wrong?

My shoulder hurts, that's all. Must have fell on it or something.

What are you doing?

Oh.

You've got a puncture mark here on your abdomen, from the shrapnel.

I've got them everywhere, if you haven't noticed.

When can I leave here?

Not yet. Just lie still for me.

If this is some lame excuse to keep me here...

It's not, honestly.

Are you sure you're ready for this, Curtis?

Never been more ready in my life, Campion.

I'm back.

Why didn't you turn up, Kerry?

This is stupid.

Kerry!

Come on, girl. You're late.

Kerry?

For goodness sake, calm down.

The bride's always late. It's tradition.

Yeah, well, I'm getting a little sick of tradition.

Maybe I should call her, just to make sure the car arrived.

Relax, Jess. It'll be fine.

You don't think she changed her mind?

Sure, Jess.

She's gone to the Gold Coast with a guy she met on the Internet.

Very funny, guys.

The pH levels in your eyes - back to normal.

That's good news.

Yeah. Sure is.

We'll need to administer some antibiotic ointment,

just to fight infection and also lubricate your eyes.

Then I'll stitch up the cut on your head.

Damien, I can't imagine how frustrating this must be for you,

but we need to take this slowly.

I should be with my wife! We know.

She's alone. That's not right. It's not bloody right!

It's not.

But, beating yourself up about it isn't going to help, is it?

I'll be right back, okay?

This could be a head injury manifesting.

Sean did order a precautionary head CT. I'll get that happening.

I don't think it's a head injury, Charlotte.

He's pissed off. You would be too.

I would, but we can't take the chance that that's all it is.

Got his bloods back yet?

No, but he's got shoulder tip pain

and a puncture mark to the right upper quadrant of the abdomen.

Sorry, Reece, it has to be done.

VINCENT: It's deep, but doesn't appear to have shrapnel in it.

Look, if this is some kind of torture...

It's not torture, mate. Trust me.

There's only slight tenderness.

Meaning what?

Let's do group, hold and crossmatch, just to be safe,

and I need to look at pathology results.

It's possible the pain you're experiencing

could be an indication of internal bleeding.

How does my shoulder get sore if my gut's bleeding?

It's called referred pain.

The bleeding puts pressure on the internal organs,

that irritates the nerve inside,

and the pain travels from there to the shoulder tip.

You did X-rays so you'd know what's happening,

and there was nothing wrong.

But that was before, and things may've changed.

That's what we're trying to determine.

Or nothing's changed. Isn't that possible also?

Yeah, that's possible. Good. Then I can go home?

Not until we've figured out what's happening.

We have to keep an eye on you.

Deanna, how bad is this?

If you're bleeding internally, bad.

We took these X-rays when you first arrived.

You're a non-smoker, right?

I fight fires for a living. What do you think?

And I gave up smoking six months ago.

Ever suffered from smoke inhalation before?

You ask a lot of questions, you know that?

Occupational hazard. Speaking of which...

Yeah.

Bushfires a couple of years ago.

We thought we had it licked, but the wind swung round on us.

We got engulfed.

Were you hospitalised?

Yeah.

How long will you keep me locked up here anyway?

Your X-rays show previous damage to your lungs

which could be a consequence of your last admission and cigarettes, so...

Yeah, but it's old, right? So no problems then?

Not so fast.

We need to watch you for a few hours to make sure your chest stays clear.

Incoming trauma. Multiple stab wounds. Come on. We need you.

Good luck.

SOMBRE MUSIC

How long has she been down for?

She was in extremis at the scene. Arrested as we pulled up outside.

Stop compressions.

MACHINE BEEPS

Nil output.

I'll take over compressions.

Stab wounds to the chest, abdo.

Oh, Jesus.

Hold on, Charlotte.

SUSTAINED BEEP

We've got a penetrating cardiac injury.

I'll grab O-neg.

Set up a thoracotomy tray straightaway, please.

Are you cracking open her chest?

I've got no choice.

Does Nelson know?

I am getting a bad feeling about this.

Maybe Jessica was right.

Maybe we should call and check, make sure she's okay.

Got your phone?

For goodness sake, don't panic. She'll get here.

When would be an appropriate time for me to panic, Frank?

Half an hour after she was due to arrive?

Maybe an hour late? Would that be right, yeah?

I'm sure there's a perfectly reasonable explanation.

Oh, thank God.

This doesn't look good.

Nelson!

Let them do their job, okay?

Nelson!

Hey, hey.

What happened?

Get out. No, I'll scrub up.

Nelson, no! Nelson, let them do it, okay.

Suction.

Nelson, get the hell out of here!

Come on, now!

Suction, Dan.

Come on, come on.

There's too much blood. I can't see a thing.

CHARLOTTE: Where's this blood coming from?

That's what I'm trying to find out. Stop massage.

SUSTAINED BEEP

Suction.

Vincent, what are we doing?

We're going to try and identify and repair the damage.

How long's that gonna take?

Blood's coming out as fast as we're putting it in.

How many units have gone in? Six so far.

Recommence massage.

She's bleeding to death, Vincent. I know. I know.

SOMBRE MUSIC

TWO-WAY RADIO: 978, are you clear?

978. We're clear.

Asthma attack. 14-year-old boy. 22 Bayview Circuit, Penrith.

Copy that.

Still working on her.

How bad is she? Bad.

Nelson?

What happened?

What the hell happened?

I found her like that.

DAMIEN: Can I get some help here, please?

Please? Please? It's okay, it's okay.

I don't know where Dan went, but he said...

I've gotta get them off.

No. Leave them. They're on for a reason. Hang on.

Okay, step back. Step back. That's it.

Put your legs back up.

You right?

SUSTAINED BEEP

Her sats are through the floor. Charlotte.

I just can't control this bleeding.

Why don't we get her to Theatre? Too late.

What's her output?

SUSTAINED BEEP

No output.

I don't know what else to try, Frank.

You did your best, Vincent.

Time of death - 11:28.

Let's try and clean her up.

Yes, I know, Charlotte. I'll tell him.

What are you doing? Why are the monitors off?

Curtis. Is Theatre ready for her?

Nelson?

Will somebody call Theatre and tell them we're on our way!

Nelson, stop it! Will you help me? Please, Von.

God, don't do this to her.

Come on, mate. Come on, mate.

She's been through enough.

Let her go.

Let her go.

VINCENT: It's hopeless. He's got a collection of blood around the liver.

Shrapnel must have nicked it.

That would explain the deterioration.

Get Theatre on stand-by. He'll need bloods.

Want that sent up there or here?

There. We can't afford to muck around on this.

Get a bag of gel ready. We'll pump it through on transport.

Reece? Reece?

Reece, you're bleeding internally, but it's a very small bleed

and that's why we didn't pick it up before.

Now we know what we're dealing with, we'll fix it.

Reece. Reece? Are you okay?

Reece, are you with me?

Come on, mate. Stay with me.

Reece, stay with us.

Come on. Come on, Reece.

Come on, keep your eyes open. That's the way.

Good man, good man.

Hey...

I wonder if anyone's thought of calling the reception place.

I mean, they'll have all the food there and everything will be set up.

Stop it. Stop it, Jess.

Baby, baby.

It's okay.

It's okay.

How you doing?

I'm okay. How about Jess?

She just needs a minute.

Listen, Dan...

..Damien in Sub-Acute 2,

Jess was saying something about him freaking out before.

Freaking out how? I don't know.

She just said he was panicking, and I looked at his notes -

he's got a head injury, I thought it may be a symptom.

Okay. I'm calling Radiology now, so I'll chase it up.

Great. Thanks.

Deanna, with things being so hectic today,

I'd really like to stay around and help.

Are you sure you're up for it? Yeah.

Okay. Go and grab some scrubs. Thanks.

Well, no, we couldn't send him up earlier.

Thanks. I'll get him organised now.

Ta.

SOLEMN MUSIC

Where's Von?

Where is she?

She's in the common room.

The police are with her.

What's going on? DAN: It's okay, Damien.

Breathing's getting worse, Michael.

The nasal prongs aren't delivering enough oxygen.

I'm fine. I'll take deeper breaths.

Come on, that's pathetic.

The oxygen mask will help you breathe.

I said I'm fine.

Michael, the smoke has damaged your lungs,

if we're not careful, it'll get worse.

If a guy's gotta be sick, this is the place to be.

I mean, I've never been surrounded by so many beautiful women before.

Michael...

Doc, I've seen what this does to people.

I know what I'm in for,

so if you don't mind, I'd like to play it my way.

Let me know when blood gases are back, and watch his sats closely.

That puts me in her bad books.

She's just trying to help you, Michael.

I know.

I know what I'm doing. Really?

Is there anyone I can call for you, Michael? Your wife or family?

No.

There is something you can do for me.

Promise you won't let her put me on a ventilator.

No-one mentioned a ventilator. We want to give you oxygen.

I know. But promise me. No ventilator, no matter what.

Promise me.

I promise.

Hey.

Good news, Damien.

The scans are clear.

What about my eyes, then?

Well, I am sorry... no, not that type of news.

Um... but there's someone who wants to talk to you.

What do you mean?

On the phone.

Hello?

Lisa.

Sweetheart, are you okay?

A boy?

I've got a boy.

I know. Congratulations, mate.

I've got a son.

Oh, sweetheart, I love you so much.

Yeah, no, I'm fine. No, there's nothing to worry about.

Yeah, you get some rest.

Bye, now.

The nurse said it was a textbook caesarean.

That's great.

I know you wanted to be there. I'm really sorry about that.

Mate, that doesn't matter.

They're both okay, that's what's important.

Yeah, that's right.

I can't believe it.

Now if I can find out if I'm getting my sight back.

I don't understand.

Who the hell could do a thing like this?

It was a liver tear.

It was only a small bleed,

but enough to build up while he was here.

It was a good pick-up, though.

I'm just glad he'll be okay.

We're a good team, Vincent. Yeah, we are.

Dan, I need you to do me a favour. Sure.

Reece's belongings weren't transported with him to Theatre.

Can you run them to his ward. Sure.

What are you doing? You're going through my stuff?

Apprentices get security keys now, do they?

Except you're not an apprentice, are you?

So tell me, was that your mate that died in the factory?

What?

Do you have the slightest clue about what you've done?

There's a man downstairs that may not ever see again because of you.

My mate's dead?

Why'd you do it? Just for fun?

To see what would happen if you set a paint factory on fire? What?

Leave me alone. Well, I hope it was worth it.

I feel sick.

Yeah, so do I.

I didn't mean for anyone to get hurt!

Explain it to the cops, because I'm not interested.

Hey. Is Nelson still in Resus?

Uh... no, he's in the common room with Von.

Been in there for a while now.

I told Kerry that I would not let Colin hurt her.

Where does he live?

Don't even think about it.

Come on. Nelson, stop. Listen to me.

Mate, where are you going? Get out of my way!

Nelson!

Nelson, wait up.

Come on, mate. Come back.

He's gone.

Hang on a minute. Have we got an address on Colin?

No, we haven't, but his name is Colin Fennelly,

and you need to get to him sooner rather than later.

Right. Thanks very much.

What did they say? They'll do their best.

I hope they get to him before Nelson does.

Try calling him again. He's not answering his phone, Von.

This is all such a bloody mess.

Will you sit down, please? It's all my fault.

What is? What are you saying?

I thought it was Nelson in there with her.

It wasn't, was it? It was Colin.

I could have put a stop to all of this. I could have...

But I didn't.

Don't... Charlotte, just don't, please. I don't want to hear it.

You see the look on Nelson's face?

I'm a great friend, aren't I? I couldn't even save his fiancee.

The thing is, I know how he feels.

I mean, you just... you want to...

I know how he feels!

We spend our whole time and effort

just analysing every situation we get ourselves into,

thinking about every decision we make,

and in the end, what does it matter?

It always matters. You know that.

It always matters.

I'm still in love with you.

What?

Nelson wouldn't do anything stupid, would he?

He didn't walk out to challenge Colin to a game of backgammon, Jess.

Yeah, but he's smarter than that, right?

Maybe on a day when his fiancee isn't lying dead in our Resus bay,

but today...

I think we should all be bracing ourselves here.

For what?

We all know what Nelson's like. We all saw him in there.

If this happened and you knew who'd done it,

what would you do?

I'd kill him.

MAN: Go away!

I said piss off.

Remember me?

I didn't do it. You didn't do what, Colin?