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OMINOUS MUSIC

(laboured breathing)

DAN: Hey, miss, are you alright?

Can I help you?

Get away from me! It's okay, I'm a nurse, I work here.

GABRIELLE: Dan.

Let me help you up.

No, don't touch me, get away!

Hey, hey, it's alright, no-one's going to hurt you, I promise.

Get him away from me, please.

CHARLOTTE: Sub Acute five.

ERICA: Yeah, it's okay. You're safe.

What happened?

Well, I couldn't smell alcohol on her breath.

It could be a psychosis of some sort, maybe drug-induced,

but given the state of her clothes, I'd say she's been assaulted.

She was terrified.

Of me, not of Gabrielle.

Think it's better if we keep the male staff away.

Good idea.

How many were in the car?

Just the driver, I think.

Who's our senior surgeon rostered on?

I don't know who's rostered on.

You don't know much, do you, Jack?

Morning.

Oh, great!

Consultant rostered on MRU, that's got to be a first.

Thought I'd slum it,

but I made a big mistake - baggy green, not my look.

Yeah, well, the fashion police won't be there, so I reckon you'll be safe.

Looks alright on you. Save it for someone who cares.

I'll see you in the car.

She's um...into you.

Yeah, right.

SIREN WAILS

MAN: Driver lost control and rammed into the tree.

MIKE: You don't say.

What about the patient? I take it we have got one?

JACK: Guys, this is Mike Vlasek, our senior surgeon.

We've only just arrived ourselves.

Driver's still trapped in there.

Front end's so mangled, his foot's jammed on the accelerator.

Here's a radical thought,

why doesn't someone turn off the engine?

Can't get near the ignition, that's why.

Just have to put up with the noise and the bloody smoke.

Hang on, hang on - you can't get to your patient yet.

It's too dangerous while the engine's running,

the car's not secure.

So, what? Just going to wait until it runs out of petrol?

Only the tree's holding it in place.

If we lift it off, the car could end up anywhere, like on you.

Do we have any idea of the driver's condition?

He's conscious, but we haven't got a good look at him yet.

Damage to the front of the car would suggest

both of his legs are probably crushed.

He hates being told what to do, doesn't he, Jack?

Hey, mate, my name's Mike, what's yours?

Ryan! Will you get me out of here, please?

Help me!

What the hell are you playing at?

Playing doctor, if you don't mind.

Get away from the vehicle please, doctor!

Don't leave me here!

Mate, you saved me from a boring day in the operating theatre.

I'm sticking with you, don't you worry.

I'll be right back.

(coughs and pants)

I thought I said nobody goes near the car until I say it's safe.

Don't let me slow you down. What's he doing now?

Whatever it is, we'll find out soon, Cate.

Hello, I'm Charlotte. Can you tell me your name?

It's okay, you're safe now, we'll take care of you.

But it'd be nice to know your name.

Mine's Erica.

Vicki.

Alright, Vicki. Can you tell me what happened?

That's okay, we can come back to that one.

Did you get in here by yourself, or someone drive you in?

Walked.

So, you live close by, then?

It's alright, Vicki, it's okay.

Can you tell me where it hurts?

Can I take your blood pressure?

You can tell me to stop any time you like.

Okay.

I'm just going to lift this blanket here a little bit.

Here we go.

You did the right thing coming in here, Vicki. You were very brave.

We're not going to do anything to you

that you don't want us to do, okay?

Almost finished. (sniffs)

130/75.

Can I take your pulse now?

I'm just - I just need to hold your wrist for a minute.

Yeah?

Alright. Okay, that's the girl.

Vicki, did you know you were bleeding?

They hurt me.

(cries)

I haven't forgotten about you, Von. I'm working on it.

Excellent, 'cause I meant what I said.

I know and I don't want to lose you.

I just need to pick my moment with Frank.

And that's not as easy as it sounds. Give me time.

G'day, Frank. Can you spare me a couple of minutes, later?

Probably not.

Looks like a simple chest infection.

What are you doing?

Frank's right, you know. He's such a cowboy.

Hey! I told you to keep your distance!

HISSES (loudly) He's such a...

HISSING STOPS, ENGINE DIES ..smart arse.

Found the air intake valve? Lucky shot.

CO2 cuts out the oxygen.

No combustion - she no-go.

RYAN: Someone! Help me, please!

MIKE: Hang in there, mate.

I don't want to die in here! Take it easy.

Take it easy, pal.

ERICA: Okay, Vicki, just let Dr Beaumont know if there's any pain.

Okay, I'm sorry.

It hurts just there, does it?

Okay.

Vicki, can you tell me how you got blood on your dress?

Did someone have sex with you without your permission?

Okay, alright, you don't have to tell me if you don't want,

and I'm sorry to put you through this, sweetheart,

but I need to examine you a bit more thoroughly.

That means an internal examination.

Have you ever had an internal examination before, Vicki?

No.

Have you ever had sex before this happened to you?

Okay.

Vicki, I'm working on the assumption that you've been sexually assaulted.

Do you know if they wore condoms?

Okay.

In that case, I think we should take some samples as evidence,

so that you can report this to the police.

No! I don't want the police to know.

Alright, we won't call the police, if you don't want us to.

But I think you should consider letting me take the samples.

I think it's a really good idea, Vicki.

But I don't want the police to have them.

We will store them somewhere safe

and only you can decide what happens to them, okay?

Okay.

Good girl.

ERICA: Why aren't you contacting the police?

Because Vicki doesn't want us to.

Well, she's not thinking straight, Charlotte.

If she was under 16, we'd be legally obliged to call...

She's not under 16, is she?

We could say we're unsure of her age -

that she didn't give us clear information.

Erica, it's really important that we gain her trust

and that this is her choice.

I just want whoever did this to her to pay for it.

I do, too.

But it's not about what you or I want, it's about what she wants.

CATE: Paradoxical movement on the left side.

Where exactly?

(gasps) My chest, my side, legs. I can't breathe.

We'll get you something for the pain, old buddy.

Can you grab 2.5 milligrams morphine?

Can you see his legs?

Not really, it's all buckled over. I'll try and get a set of obs.

We're obviously dealing with multiple rib fractures,

possible flail segment.

Going to be able to stabilise him?

I don't know.

Depends on what time frame we're looking at.

Stats are dropping, 91%, heart rate's up.

BP?

Coming. (laboured breathing)

Okay. Come on. Hang on.

(distressed breathing)

85/52.

I leave you for a second and look what happens.

Cut 'em off!

My legs!

I don't care - cut 'em off. Just get me out of here.

I promised I'd get you out and I will - legs and all.

I'll get some fluids up.

Decreased air intake on the left side.

Neck veins are distended, looks look a tension pneumothorax.

Need to get him out in a hurry then. Is amputation an option?

Not for me, it isn't.

I'll do a needle thoracotomy, and then we'll put in a chest tube.

How? Neither you nor I can fit through the passenger's side door,

and there's not enough access on this side

to do anything that complex.

Cate?

Yeah? You're going to have to be my eyes.

What?

I'll do a needle thoracotomy and put in a chest tube.

I'll do the procedure from this side,

but you're going to have to guide me from the passenger's side, okay?

Don't look at him, look at me.

You up to this?

MIKE: We're going to make it easy for you to breathe, Ryan, okay?

Where were you headed, mate?

Band practice.

I need this left of the sternum, second intercostal space.

Okay, little bit higher.

Yep.

So, what do you play? Rhythm.

Hey, hold your hand steady.

You should take my hand and guide it in.

Okay.

Okay, that's got it.

You should start to breathe a little bit easier now, Ryan.

Yeah, stats are improving.

Okay, let's get this chest tube in here.

What kind of guitar you got?

Telecaster.

Ah, Keith Richards man, hey?

Now, this is some local anaesthetic, Ryan.

It will just sting a little bit before the area starts to go numb.

Can you find the fifth intercostal space for me?

Yeah.

Okay, the fifth space is right here.

Yep.

Down further, hang on - here.

Ryan, pretty tricky bit of road around here, hey?

Bloody spider.

Spider?

Crawled up the windscreen,

didn't know if it was inside or outside the car.

That should do it.

Now I need to make an incision, one rib space below.

Oh, Jesus!

Hey, Ryan, look at me, mate.

You know, I hate spiders, too,

but one hell of a way to try and kill it.

Tried to flick it off the windscreen but it landed in my lap.

Can you feel that, Ryan?

Uh-uh. Good.

Now, you're going to feel a little bit of pressure here, okay?

Here we go.

Stop, stop, stop!

It's alright, you're doing fine. Couple of ticks to go.

Right, into the pleural space now. Curved clamp.

So did you get the spider? Mm-mm. No.

Okay, now, I'm going to need you to put the tube in. Are you ready?

Yep.

Okay.

Start feeding it in slowly as I withdraw my finger.

There we go.

(gasps)

In she goes. Easy, Ryan, easy.

Keep it going until the clamp's flush with his chest.

A bit more pressure.

The pleural cavity can be a little hard to penetrate.

You're not kidding.

Alright, that's as far in as it'll go.

Good. Okay, secure it for me.

Should start to feel a bit of relief now, Ryan old boy.

Cate, nice work.

Let's get him out of here.

ERICA: I know it's uncomfortable.

It'll soon be over, Vicki.

I want to go home.

I know, I just need to finish the samples for the evidence kit.

Ow!

I'm sorry.

Going as quickly as I can, Vicki.

Do your parents know where you are, Vicki?

No. I don't want anyone to know.

Won't they be worrying?

I lied to Dad.

I told him I was staying at a friend's house.

Never done that before.

He won't care about that, he'll just be worried about you, that's all.

Do you remember if you scratched any of them?

Why?

Because I'll just need to take some samples from underneath your nails.

I couldn't, they held my arms down.

Okay.

We're all finished.

Good.

I just want to forget this ever happened.

Glad you're here.

I want to have a talk with you.

Are you planning on killing someone with that?

Well, it depends on how this conversation goes, mate.

Listen, I know I haven't been here long.

That's an understatement.

But I have had enough time to realise

that we have an exceptional nursing staff on deck

who we're not using to the best of their abilities.

Don't tell me you'll be one of those NUMS

that thinks she runs the joint instead of me?

I could mention the word "teamwork"

but I can see that's not going to get me anywhere.

Mmm.

Listen, I think we need to use our nurse's skills a bit more.

Dan's got surgical experience. You leave Dan where he is.

He's a perfectly capable nurse.

Who might want to do better

if someone actually encouraged him a bit.

And then there's Von, I mean, Von's experience speaks for itself.

Cate's a paramedic.

Erica's got palliative-care training.

Why aren't we looking at using all all their strengths to our advantage?

I do, Gabby. No you don't, Frankie!

Send me a memo. You never read memos.

Funny about that.

Hands up anybody who's not happy with what they're doing here.

Nobody? Good.

Tell that to your Nursing Unit Manager.

Will you stop yelling.

How she's going?

Well, her physical injuries are minor.

She has a small vaginal bleed which should heal itself

and her bruising is superficial.

And emotionally?

She's traumatised, we're still not getting anything out of her.

Have you managed to contact her family yet?

Doesn't want any family, she wants no police.

Vicki needs to take a shower. I'll organise one, if that's okay.

That's a nice idea.

SOLEMN MUSIC

I'll be right here if you need me, Vicki.

(cries)

You can't get me out, can you? I'm stuck.

No, you're not, we can get you out.

We can't just rip you out of there - your legs have been crushed awhile.

Should have cut them off like I told you.

You ready, Cate? Yeah.

He knows what he's doing, right?

Yeah, he does.

What's the story?

We're read to start pulling the car body apart.

We'll have to manage this for crush syndrome.

You tell when to start and when to stop.

Will do.

You set?

Yeah. Got tourniquets, plenty of Hartmann's ready to go,

plus sodi bic and calcium gluconate.

Good. I'll want some adrenaline and lignocaine on stand-by as well.

Already got it.

I don't suppose you've seen that bloody spider?

If we're lucky, he's long gone.

Looks like we're all set to go here.

Good.

(coughs)

Ryan? Ryan! Jesus!

BP 60/45 and heart rate's at 135, Mike.

Tube must be occluded.

Come on, Ryan, hey, stick with us, buddy.

Jack, get over here!

Code red.

Guys, forget the slow extraction, let's get him out now!

MIKE: Ryan, you hang in there.

We'll get you to a hospital in a couple of shakes.

No worries.

Get that around there.

Ah! Shit!

Tighten that tourniquet. Got it.

Stats have dropped to 91%.

I'll intubate in transit.

Pulse is 140 and irregular.

Bugger that tourniquet, it's probably he's probably hyperkalaemic now.

Watch your fingers, everyone.

Okay, guide it in.

Watch those IV fluids. Don't zonk out on me now, mate.

JACK: Okay, let's move.

Feeling better?

Yeah, a bit.

Vicki, there are some things we need to talk about.

Are you feeling up to it now?

Are you taking the contraceptive pill?

No.

Boyfriend was going to use a condom.

Vicki, are you telling me that your boyfriend did this to you?

It was my fault.

No, no, this is not your fault.

I went to his place on my own.

Shouldn't have done that.

We planned this big night together because his parents were away.

I lied to my Dad and everything.

Right, so you planned on having sex with your boyfriend?

He told me it was going to be romantic.

I can't believe I was so stupid.

Hey, if it had been my boyfriend, I would have believed him, too.

You said before that there was more than one?

When I got there, two of his mates were with him.

They'd been drinking - there were beer bottles.

And your boyfriend didn't do anything to stop them?

He told them it was what we planned, but I didn't, I swear it.

I tried to leave.

They wouldn't let me go.

I didn't know what to do.

I couldn't stop them.

It's not your fault.

Yes, it is.

I went there, didn't I? I went there to have sex.

You didn't ask to be hurt, Vicki,

you didn't give them permission to do this to you.

We need to talk about an emergency contraceptive.

My God, do you think I might be pregnant?

Hang on, it's just a precaution,

but the earlier you take the tablet, the more effective it is.

Do you want to take that tablet now?

Yeah. Yes, please.

Okay.

We also need to address the issue of sexually transmitted diseases.

Okay.

How is she?

Still doesn't want to report it?

That'd make it even more real - seen that happen before.

She's blaming herself for how it turned out.

I wish she would agree to counselling,

but nothing we say can change her mind.

She should at least have after-care contact when she gets home.

How, Von, when she's not going to accept help?

She's ashamed, she's guilt-ridden

and she's got no idea what it's going to take to recover from this.

You know, I just need to get her to face it somehow,

and I don't know how hard to push.

There's got to be a way to report this, Charlotte.

If this was any other case...

I won't have this discussion with you again.

So, what? Just going to patch her up...

She needs to take control of this herself, Erica.

This is Ryan. Multiple leftside rib fractures with flail segment.

Suspected pneumothorax.

Intubated in transit.

PT arrest soon after that.

He's been defibrillated three times prior to adrenaline and lignocaine.

He's been given sodi bic. Surgery not exciting enough for you?

He's in VF. We'll take him from here.

He's my patient.

He's not. Look at you - you're a bloody mess. Get cleaned up.

He's going to need a surgeon. He won't till he's stabilised.

And not until you've stopped contaminating my Resus bay, get out!

Set up to transfer. Dan, you'll take compressions.

On three. DAN: Okay, ready.

I know what I want to do. I was just about to chase you up.

Oh, yeah.

I've been thinking about you wanting to leave

and I think I have some ideas.

Go on.

Transitional care.

Admin? No, no, no - been there, done that.

Not admin.

How about transitional care, right here in the ED.

Here? Yeah.

Well, we certainly get enough frequent flyers through,

enough patients needing follow-up care to warrant it.

And you can liaise with community health services, community nurses.

GPs... What do you think?

Yes, I love it.

What about Frankie?

Well, I been thinking about him, too.

We had this old bull once -

I swear, the most cantankerous piece of beef God ever put on hooves -

took an instant dislike to me.

I didn't like him either too much, to be frank.

And we tried everything we could to rein him in, everything -

nothing worked.

I was bitching about him to my mum one day

and she said he sounded exactly like my dad -

gave me the best piece of advice anyone's ever given me.

Is this going anywhere?

Let him think it's his idea,

he'll do whatever you want him to do.

Yeah, well, I have been putting up with that old bull's shit for years.

Let's go for it.

Mum used to do this for me.

So did mine. Still would, if I let her.

My mum died.

I'm sorry.

She had cancer.

What about your dad?

Took him ages to get over it.

He's been pretty cool since then.

Any brothers and sisters?

No, it's just the two of us.

Well, you're pretty close then - you and Dad?

Don't you think he'd want to know where you are?

No, he can't know, not ever.

He'll be starting to worry, won't he?

Vicki?

Calls me his little princess.

How can he ever think that again if he knew what happened?

You might be underestimating him, you know.

He won't blame you.

No.

Clear.

No change. Charging again, 360.

Clear.

Asystole.

How many rounds of adrenaline have we given him?

Five.

We've been trying to revive him for 40 minutes.

Chest tube must be blocked.

There's bubbling and swing in the collection chamber.

What about the connections?

Sealed, no kinks.

He's ruptured his aorta then,

we need to open him and control the haemorrhage.

Stop compressions.

He deserves a chance, Frank.

He's had the best chance we can give.

I don't suppose you considered amputation to get him out quicker?

It wasn't an option.

Pupils fixed and dilated.

He's gone, Vlasek. Bullshit!

I'm calling it. I have to call it.

Time of death, 11:42.

For Christ's sake, Frank!

He's exsanguinated - there's nothing more we can do.

Now, Vicki, do you know if you're allergic to any medications?

No, I don't think so.

Okay, this one is called levonorgestrel,

it's an emergency contraceptive.

Now, some women get headaches and abdominal pain

right after they take it,

maybe even slight vaginal bleeding,

but that is perfectly normal.

This next one is an antibiotic to treat Chlamydia.

You alright?

I'm also going to recommend another type of antibiotic

to prevent other transmissible diseases.

It's an injection, Vicki.

Please, just get it over with.

Now, do you have any questions for me,

anything that I can help you with?

I just don't want to think about it anymore, that's all.

That's understandable, Vicki, but it's not going to be easy.

You shouldn't have to go through this alone.

Let me call your dad.

I told you, I don't want anyone else to know, especially Dad.

Are you sure you don't want to speak to a counsellor?

I just want it go to sleep, please, I'm so tired.

Sure, we'll speak more about it later, okay?

Done.

CATER: Has anyone contacted his next of kin?

Yeah, Sean's onto it.

Do we know if he was married or anything?

I'll let the morgue know.

His grandparents are coming in - their only grandchild.

Raised him since he was three, apparently.

Well, Mike's not going to be happy.

First MRU call-out and we lose the patient.

Where is Vlasek?

Ryan didn't make it.

No, he didn't.

Your feet hurting?

Oh, no, no.

Frank's looking for you.

What does he want?

I guess he feels as bad as you do about losing Ryan.

Should have done what the kid wanted -

cut off his legs and got him out.

That's not what he wanted.

He wanted to get out of the damn car.

Cutting off his legs, that wasn't going to solve it.

(speaks foreign language)

It's Czech, something my dad used to say.

Translates roughly as, "Life sucks."

Yeah.

I better get back to work.

Charlotte, have you organised some follow-up?

Two weeks time for a pregnancy test,

but I've given her levonorgestrel and three months' time for blood tests.

Have you referred her to counselling?

I have offered it a few times now but she's not ready for it, Frank,

and I can't keep pushing her.

She's asleep.

I'm not happy about releasing her without some professional help.

Neither am I, but I can't keep her in the ED indefinitely.

She has no idea what the next few days, or weeks,

are going to be like - we can't just let her walk out.

How's the family situation?

Well, according to her, she has THE best dad in the world.

Her mum died a few years ago.

But she doesn't want to call him, I assume, otherwise he'd be here.

If she'd been stabbed, we'd have to report it.

If she was under-age, we'd have to report it.

Wishing things were different, doesn't make them different, Erica.

You've done everything you possibly can for her,

the rest - I'm afraid to say - is up to her, whether you like it or not.

(sighs)

If you think that silent treatment's going to work with me,

I should warn you that my ex-wife taught me to savour it.

Look...

..Frank, I'm sorry if I stood on your toes a bit before.

I've always been a bit of a bull in a china shop.

It's not you wanting to improve things that's a problem,

it's just that I've been through this with every NUM

that's walked in here.

Understood.

I'll give it some time, make sure I understand the lay of the land,

before I barge in with suggestions.

Before you go...

Yeah?

..keep your eye on Erica, will you?

She's on the rampage about this sexual assault case.

Where are we with that? Do we have follow-up care?

No, no, no luck there -

the poor girl doesn't know whether she's coming or going.

It's a pity we don't have full-time follow-up service personnel on deck.

Then they could check up on her once she gets home.

Hmm. Yes, they could, couldn't they?

(screams) Shh.

It's alright, Vicki. You're safe here.

What happened? Nightmare.

I'll get a basin and cloth, cool her down.

I couldn't breathe, I couldn't breathe.

They had their hands on my mouth and wouldn't stop.

We're here now, we won't let anything happen to you.

I can still feel them on top of me.

What's wrong with me?

You've been through a traumatic experience, Vicki,

you're still in shock.

It's not going to go away, is it?

Not easily, no.

But there are people who can help you -

professional people -

who've helped other girls who've been in your position.

I wish I was dead.

(groans)

Take a break.

I've got it covered.

Hey!

You okay?

No, I feel like throwing something or punching someone.

Don't look at me.

What makes three men - boys - think that it's okay to rape someone,

and have a few drinks and force your girl to have sex

while your mates watch?

What is that?!

I don't know, Ricky.

I'm sorry, I'm not taking it out on you,

it's just that every time I look at her,

all I can see is this kid

who thought that last night was going to be romantic and magical,

the way your first time is meant to be,

and they took that away from her, Dan, and they'll get away with it.

You don't know that.

She's not going to report it.

She has to carry this with her the rest of her life.

She's still in there calling him her boyfriend.

Yeah, that's pretty frustrating.

What would you do?

Well, I'd feel as bad as you do, Ricky,

but there's nothing much anyone can do.

You don't know what her home life is like,

you don't know anything about her.

There might be a really good reason why she doesn't want to report it.

I should really get back.

Do you want to head to Cougars later?

Where is she? This way.

She's okay, right?

The doctor will discuss that with you.

You get a call from the hospital - you don't know what to think.

Dr Beaumont - just a minute - is looking after your daughter.

Charlotte, this is Mr Rees, Vicki's father.

Can I see her, please?

We might need to have a little talk first, Mr Rees.

What happened to her? No-one's telling me a bloody thing.

I'm sorry, but we don't divulge that information over the phone, Mr Rees.

So what happened? Is she okay?

She's not badly hurt, physically.

So what's she doing here? She's supposed to be with a friend!

She came here this morning.

It might be better if we have a private chat...

Vicki, are you in there?

Mr Rees, please!

Vicki!

Get out of my way.

Enough! Hey!

Mr Rees!

Vicki?

Vick... Dad.

I'm sorry, Dad.

It's okay, it's okay, princess.

I'm here now.

Sorry, Daddy, I'm so sorry.

Did you just break patient confidentiality?

I didn't say what she was in here for, just that she was here.

She needed her father, Charlotte.

I thought you understood this is not your call.

You've tried to talk her into it all day and you saw them together...

Rules of patient confidentiality are there for a reason!

I know, but in this situation.... No! No!

We don't decide when we will and won't break them.

Now, if we operated like that, this place would be chaos.

And you've never broken the rules?

Yes - and I got the same lecture that you're getting now.

Ricky, we've just spent the entire day working to make her trust us

and you just betrayed it.

How does that possibly help?

I'm sorry.

Has anybody seen Erica Templeton?

She's around here somewhere.

Good.

Just what she needed - her dad.

Listen, I have started on that proposal,

but, really, without Frank's permission...

It's coming.

What exactly does that mean? Oh, just wait.

Ah, there you are. Yeah, Frank.

I've been thinking about what you said before.

What was that?

Follow-up care and the other rubbish you were prattling about.

I think it's worth exploring,

so get something down on paper and I'll see what I can do.

What a brilliant idea.

I want your proposal tomorrow, if you can swing it.

Better strike while the iron's hot.

DAN: Hey. Ready?

Is the coast clear?

You can't hide from her forever.

Just rather face her tomorrow.

She can't be too hard on you,

not if Vicki's dad's convinced her to report the rape

and she's seeing a counsellor.

Erica!

I have left messages with everyone for you to see me before you left.

Sorry, I didn't get them.

Throw yourself on your sword, it usually works for me.

Look, I know I screwed up and I promise I won't let it happen again.

Walk with me.

You're greatest asset as a nurse

is exactly what got you into trouble today, Ricky.

When you care as much as you do,

you're bound to come a cropper some of the time.

So, the next time you come up with a bright idea to break the rules,

you come and have a chat with me before you go off half-cocked, okay?

Okay.

Good. Enough said then.

Is that it?

Yeah, unless you want me to go on about it. I will.

No, no, I get the message.

I hope you're all going to the pub, because I've got the first round,

I need to know who's got the second.

He's the surgeon, the one with the big bucks, he's a mucho man.

Bite me, Daniel.

Hey, maybe we could ask if Mike wants to come.

He's already gone home - he's too tired.

Is this the same Mike Vlasek, arrogant pig,

that you wanted to stab in the eye, like, just last week?

Yeah, that'd be the one.

Yes, change of heart has Kate had.

Hey, look, all I'm saying

is that he might not be as bad as what I thought he was.

GUITAR MUSIC

# A letter arrived this morning

# Addressed to me

# To build up my hopes

# And suggest you are free

# Oh, I'll never understand how the touch of your hand

# It can bring back all of my dreams

# Oh, I'll never understand

# How the touch of your hand

# It can bring back all of my dreams #