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ANNOUNCER: The TV event of the year.

Two contestants left. Only one will take home $1 million.

It's grand final night. Join Richard Rhinehart live.

Find out who will survive 'Armageddon', tonight, 7:30.

MUSIC PLAYS ON TV

MAN: This news update is brought to you by Channel...

WOMAN: You'll get the go-ahead, you'll be ready to go.

Yeah.

CATE: What the hell's going on here? Excuse me.

'Armageddon'. Countdown to riches. (hums dramatic chord)

Oh, my God. You're kidding me. You actually watch this crap?

Flicking through. Channel surfing. Oh, sure.

You know I can cover it.

It's happening right now. You don't want to blow this opportunity.

Richard Rhinehart.

WOMAN: This is TV!

He's the presenter guy.

Yep, and you only channel surf, right?

Right.

Hey! This place a like a damn circus.

Hey, Buzz. Hello.

This certainly looks interesting.

Yeah, it is. If you like that sort of thing.

Reality show trust game gone very wrong.

Right.

I'd like to know what the cowboy safety officers were thinking

rigging a stunt up right next to a fence.

Buzz, have we got any patients?

The girl was lucky.

She was left spinning from her harness, crashed into the tower.

Query fracture left tib and fib.

What about the other one?

Not so lucky.

They were both up there.

He panicked, hit the release on his harness, falling onto that -

the "cell of shame".

Hold up, guys. Let's let the medicos take a look.

MAN: Okay, Buzz. We're done here.

Hi. I'm Moe.

Hi, Moe. I'm Cate. This is Mike.

There's five impalements.

Looks like one is right against the femoral artery in the left thigh.

If you've already done the extraction, why are we here?

I wouldn't have called unless I thought we needed backup.

RICHARD: Listen to me. We need a decision right now.

We're losing our best stuff here!

Host and producer. Yeah, I know.

Thank you.

We're live in 30. Let's go.

MAN: Stand by. Get your gear over here now.

How bad is it?

I'm not sure it will catch on as a fashion statement, Moe.

Are you in a lot of pain?

I really don't know, man. It's heaps uncomfortable.

Just keep that on while Cate does your obs, will you?

There we are.

Moe, Moe. Listen to me, listen to me.

You've got to stay really still and calm.

Any more movement, you can cause some further damage, okay?

WOMAN: Make-up ready.

RICHARD: On in five, four, three, two...

Hey, Moe, you've got to leave this on.

How you doing there, Moe?

Yeah, good, Richard. Never been better, mate.

I'm glad to hear it, buddy.

Excuse me.

Put a second line in, more fluids and pain relief.

Should be ready to go then, Buzz.

With just over a couple of hours to go

before the completion of the first series of 'Armageddon',

it looks like you're about to leave us.

CATE: Let's get those fluids going.

Would you like to say anything to the fans

that have already voted for you so far?

Hit the phones and vote for me again, guys.

I want that million bucks. I'm not going anywhere.

ERICA: I'm making the coffee. Why?

You put the wet spoon in the sugar. It's gross.

Does the term "anal retentive" mean anything to you?

(laughs falsely)

Hey, Char. Are you doing a double shift?

CHARLOTTE: No, I had to borrow some of Frank's books for an assignment.

Shh. Shh.

TV: And now to update you on this morning's unfortunate accident

at the House of Armageddon,

where the final two contestants were filming for tonight's show.

Oh, my God. What happened?

Joining us live is the show's host and producer, Richard Rhinehart.

So, what's the situation out there, Richard?

As you can see,

the medical team have arrived from All Saints Western General Hospital.

They've taken over from the ambulance officers...

(laughs) Look!

Cate and Mike are on 'Armageddon'.

..convincing our contestants that they should go to the hospital.

Ooh, they're with the Moe man. I love him.

TV: Both Moe and Natasha are definitely refusing

to leave the compound?

That's right, Marissa.

We've done all we can from here. It's up to them now.

But tonight's the grand finale! What's going to happen?

If you're quiet, then we're going to find out.

I need to speak to my patient about his condition, and I need privacy.

You want to talk him out of winning $1 million?

Why are they putting this to air?

It's not hard to see the spikes sticking through him aren't good.

He needs to get to hospital. Man!

Huh!

RICHARD: Hey, Moe. You ready to leave yet?

I'm cool, really.

Look, just keep popping in those pain-killers, man.

They rock!

I hope he's alright. I voted for him.

You heard it - the Moe man, telling it like it is.

ERICA: Ooh! There's Tasha. She's a cow.

She bailed on her fire-walking partner last week

and got him voted off.

It didn't make her very popular.

RICHARD: SMS the numbers on your screen.

Moe, don't look at the cameras.

They got you in this mess in the first place. Look at me.

Now, I can fix you up, no problem.

But you can't stay here.

I'm not going anywhere, bro. We're talking about a million bucks!

But you want to be able to spend...

Oh, jeez.

Why don't you get your cameras and get the hell out of here?

Take it easy. We're just doing our job.

By getting in the way of us doing ours.

MIKE: Cate...

Okay. I think someone should let Frankie know what's going on.

Yeah. Erica, go tell Frank what's going on.

Tell him that his precious little MRU's on telly.

Not a problem. I'll tell him.

Alright.

Moe, have you any idea what you're letting yourself in for?

Yeah. Me being Australia's next millionaire.

Yeah. Right.

Well, let's just talk about

the several metal spikes sticking through your body,

shall we?

One of them has probably perforated your right kidney.

One's probably perforated your bladder.

Another two are dangerously close to your femoral artery.

I just want you to get a handle on how bloody serious this is.

We're talking multiple internal injuries.

Mate, if I leave, I lose the game.

Trust a surgeon to find a camera.

SEAN: It's alright, Martin. We'll just get you settled.

And then I'll get this sorted out for you, okay?

Oh, good grief.

Has the whole bloody world gone mad?

Frank, it's the head of Public Relations.

He wants to talk to you.

I'll bet he does. Take a message.

Goldman, Everleigh needs a hand out there.

MIKE: Let's talk a bit more about those spikes in your hip, shall we?

Oh, bloody marvellous.

If one of them pushes too hard against the femoral artery,

that could cut off your circulation.

And that's not all we have to worry about.

The spikes could be suppressing a tear.

If that ruptures, you bleed to death in minutes.

Why don't you scare the crap out of the kid?

In Theatre, we can do something

but out here, we don't stand a chance.

You'd die.

That's some cool bedside manner, Dr Mike.

I couldn't agree more.

CATE: Moe, you've gotta listen to him.

It's really important you understand how serious this situation is.

Are you saying I'm dumb or something?

Well, are you - if that was me lying there

no amount of money would keep me from going to hospital.

All I'm hearing is a bunch of ifs and maybes.

You're right, mate.

I don't have a clue what's going on inside you.

I don't know the extent of your impalements.

I don't know the extent of the internal damage.

And I won't know until we get you to a bloody hospital.

Oh, terrific.

All Saints' finest is telling the world at large

that he doesn't know his arse from his elbow.

So, you don't know what's wrong? Oh, here we go!

Get that out of my face! The camera, too!

Hey, don't touch the camera! No. Piss off, mate.

You've no right to film us.

They don't know it's live.

You need permission.

We don't need to get permission to film a news broadcast.

Since when is this crap news? Since at least five minutes ago.

Cate.

Speed dial 9. Mike's number.

And Public Relations wants you to call them back urgently, please.

Oh, you're welcome.

What's the capillary return on his left leg?

Two seconds.

That's something in our favour.

MOBILE RINGS

Vlasek.

Would you both stop telling people to bugger off on national television?

Did you know we were live to air?

Sure, Frank. We've got it covered.

We wondered if you're prepared to give a statement now.

Sorry, no comment, Dick.

Richard.

If you want a statement,

I suggest you contact the All Saints Emergency Department.

Ask for Dr Frank Campion.

Dr Campion's head of the Medical Response Unit

and I'm told he's a very approachable man.

He was found unconscious in the street, no witnesses,

and his nose piercing's been pushed up under his jaw

and jammed his mouth shut, so he can't tell us what's happened.

Possible fractures to the nose and right wrist.

Okay.

Martin, can you write with your left hand?

I already tried that. No. Not legibly, anyway.

I think there's a bolt in there.

Sorry, mate.

Martin, were you assaulted?

Martin, that for yes and... (clicks tongue) for no.

No? You weren't assaulted?

Okay. This is good.

Do you have any pre-existing medical conditions?

Have you been drinking?

Have you been taking any prescription or recreational drugs?

I'm guessing that's a "no", Dan. Mm-hm.

Well, his obs are fine. He's 38.5 but he's febrile.

Okay. Let's get some blood cultures done.

Give him a gram of paracetamol PR for his temperature,

2.5mg of morphine IV for the pain,

and I'll organise some X-rays.

Martin, just try and stay calm for me, alright?

We'll be back in a minute.

Hey, Natasha. Hey.

I'm Cate. I'm with the Medical Response Unit.

You can call me Tasha. There you go.

How's your leg? Are you in any pain?

No, it's all good.

How's Moe doing?

Actually, I wanted to talk to you about that.

He's got a psychologist talking to him now, but he's...

..he doesn't want to leave.

I don't blame him.

The second he leaves the yard, he forfeits.

We've been neck and neck through the whole series.

To be honest, he's the favourite.

So if you could get rid of him, that'd make me the winner.

If you guys agreed to walk out of here at exactly the same time,

surely that would mean

they'd have to split the prize money between you, wouldn't they?

I guess so.

But right now, I'm in better shape than he is, right?

Why would I give up half a million bucks

when I've got a shot at taking it all myself?

Because he's very determined to stay.

And he's got the sympathy vote.

So, you know what, if you do things my way

I reckon I could guarantee you both walk out of here

with half a million dollars each.

Half a million bucks.

It's better than nothing.

What do you reckon?

Okay.

But only if we're carried out of here side by side

at exactly the same time.

Done.

Hey, Moe.

Looks like Tasha's up for it - a 50-50 split.

That's because it's my million bucks and she knows it.

She's got nothing to lose.

Listen, this is your life you're gambling with.

No.

You heard what I said to the shrink. I'm staying.

He won't budge.

This is insane.

Yeah, I know.

He's young. He still thinks he's bulletproof.

I guarantee you, when I open him up,

I'm going to find a perforated rectum, jejunum and duodenum,

probably contusion and rupture of the spleen,

and damage to the right kidney.

He's stable now, but that won't last long.

No.

So what's plan B?

I don't know.

Look, he's not refusing treatment, just the transport,

so we stay for as long as he does.

The most pressing problem for Moe now would appear to be

that both the doctor and nurse on site

have absolutely no clue as to what to do next.

Oh, that's bloody terrific.

GABRIELLE: Frank, Admin and PR want to know if...

Not now, Gabrielle. Turn it on! No!

Mike and Cate have it under control. They know what they're doing.

TV PLAYS

How did the host know what they were saying?

The whole compound's wired for sound, Frank.

Has been since the first episode.

Great.

So, I have to go upstairs and explain why my MRU team

look like a bunch of bozos,

and why some kid is prepared to risk his life for some stupid TV game.

Because Moe's got it in the bag, that's why.

Nah, Tasha's got a chance of winning, too.

Come on, last week she was all girly and pathetic

until her partner caved in and let her win.

Did you see the episode before? She was amazing in that challenge.

She's manipulative. She is outgoing.

I never would have picked you as a "Moe ho", Erica.

BUZZ: Mike.

I'm good.

We've got another rescue call.

Is there anything else you need us for here?

No, I don't think so.

But, look, see if you can get your guys to pack up quietly.

I don't want them turning it into a big bloody newsflash.

Then brace yourself.

It's not like we can put our gear in our pockets.

RICHARD: Dr Vlasek?

Can you just reassure us that the decision to withdraw the rescue team

won't in any way compromise Moe's care?

Rescue have got another call-out. Nothing left for them to do here.

Moe's condition is currently stable.

But just one thing - off the record, if you don't mind.

Will you really let Moe go through with this?

Mate, we've done everything by the book.

The shrink's been in, you guys are here.

Our legals are covered.

I don't understand what else you want.

Breath freshener would help.

CATE: Let's get some reinforcement around this.

The wound's starting to...

MOE: I'm glad you're back. It's starting to hurt bad.

What's going on?

Well, Moe, I'm just going to look at your other dressing.

Mike, his BP's dropping.

It's 102/65 and he's tachycardic at 110.

Oh! God, that hurts!

Push those fluids through. Got it.

Moe, you're bleeding internally.

You need a transfusion and you need it now.

I can't give up now. Not when I'm this close.

Moe, what are you going to do with that money when you're dead?

Doc, just keep me going until tonight.

Please.

Please.

Moe, your bleeding's getting worse. You've got to keep still, okay?

Gabrielle, it's Mike Vlasek.

Tell Jack Quade he's going to be a star.

I want him here ASAP with as much blood as he can carry.

GABRIELLE: That's every drop of O-neg we've got.

Need any more, you'll have to donate it yourself.

Got it. I might give you a wave while I'm there.

Really?

Where do you think you're going, Quade?

Uh...I got a call-out. MRU.

Mike needs Jack and any available blood he's got.

Fine. I'll come too.

What? Really?

Frank, we need a doctor in Resus now. Multiple stabbing.

You look sideways at that camera

and even that God of surgery out there

won't be able to put you back together again.

I was joking about the wave, Frank.

Well, I'm not!

KYLE: He's had two litres of Hartmann's in transit,

third bag running now.

Two large-bore cannulas inserted.

MARTIN: Ah!

Ahhh!

I'm being as gentle as I can. Just try to stay still for me.

Hang in. Hang in, Martin.

Oh.

Must be bent or something. I can't budge it.

Just get those X-rays done. Yeah.

Yeah, I think that's what we'll have to do,

but I need an X-ray to show me how far it's penetrated

before I can even attempt it, alright?

How's the pain?

So-so? Yeah?

Look, I called your house and there was no-one at home,

so I've left a message, alright?

We're going to get you sorted.

Hey, Moe. You still with us?

So, tell me - is Moe a nickname or is it short for something?

Mohieddine Husan Al Atsidakos.

They tell me Miklos Vlasek's a mouthful!

Arab name, is it?

Lebanese.

Can't you tell by my accent?

No, not really.

Don't think you've got much of an accent.

Trust me. I can put one on if they want it.

So they ask you to put on an accent?

Nah, not exactly.

The first time I auditioned for this,

they said if I sounded as Lebanese as my name, I would've got in.

Right. So you sounded more ethnic the next time, huh?

The next time, I sounded like I parked my camel outside.

(laughs)

Then they tell me I need to be more buff.

So I hit the gym, and third time lucky.

Oh, yeah. It's all about image.

Mike, if we keep going like this,

we're just going to haemodilute him, you realise.

Moe, listen to me.

These fluids we're pumping into you,

they won't be effective forever, you know.

Your blood pressure's dropping.

That means you'll lose consciousness.

Don't start again, please, Doc.

I'm not leaving.

Moe, it's only money. It's just not worth it.

It's not only money.

And it's not for me.

It's for my parents.

They gave up everything to bring me to Australia.

I want them to have something back.

Do you understand now?

SIREN WAILS

It's okay.

Hey, here he is.

Jack, over here.

Bruce, get this guy.

BRUCE: Yep, rolling.

I'm Richard Rhinehart, 'Armageddon' and Channel 12...

Good, mate.

Tell us about why you're here...

Follow him. Stay on him.

Mobile blood bank at your disposal.

Thanks, Jack. Good man.

Moe, Jack here has just brought you some time.

Thanks, brother.

Yeah. No worries. RICHARD: No!

So bump it!

Nobody gives a shit about local drama anyway.

It's my stuff that rates.

Hey, Ritchie. How you doing?

Do a doco on these dudes, man. They're working miracles on me.

Moe, you've got to stay still or you'll bleed out again, okay?

Are you feeling better, Moe?

Like a million dollars?

Getting closer to the clock.

Alright, that's it!

Get this camera, get the hell out of here

before I smash the bloody thing!

Okay, okay. Alright?

We're good. Come on. Out, guys.

MIKE: Are you alright? What's happening?

Come on, guys. Move it back.

Hey. Anything wrong?

Nothing a four-hour leak wouldn't fix.

Right.

Um...I'll go and get a bottle

while the surgical department

works out how to give him some privacy.

Jack, see Mr Charm School over there?

I you want to go and give him

the most detailed, most full-on, complicated description

of Moe's medical condition you could possibly dream up.

Try to keep the cameras pointed away from him

while you're doing it, okay?

Er, can't.

Frank told me to keep away from the cameras.

Frank isn't your boss. I am.

Go on.

I'll tell you when to stop.

Great.

Three X-rays. Where were you?

I've been removing Martin's adornments.

Look at that. That's just the top half.

Anything below, you'd need mining rights.

So, where are the films?

They're not ready.

Martin's blood cultures are positive,

so I'll write him up for 1g of ceftazidine IV.

PHONE RINGS

Yep.

Emergency Department, Gabrielle speaking.

Hi! G'day.

Evie!

Oh! I'm glad you're here.

Frank, that was Admin again.

You should something seeing in the common room.

Yeah. I'll be right there.

It's a bloody madhouse. I'm sorry.

Can you wait? Frank...

Yep, yep. I'm coming.

Um...I've really got to go.

Look, it's okay.

I just came to say that the tour's been confirmed

and I leave next Tuesday.

Ah.

Listen, I'm sorry, Frank, but you really need to see this.

Yep, yep. Um...I'll give you a ring, okay?

And now with Rescue gone,

the medical team here on site at 'Armageddon'

have called in some backup of their own.

Don't you bloody dare!

Here to give us a detailed update is Dr Jack Quade

from All Saints Hospital.

Dr Quade, welcome. Richard.

Please.

So, Doctor, how's Moe doing?

Keep it short, Quade.

Remarkably well, considering he should be in surgery.

And, as we know, that's Moe's choice.

He's been a very strong contestant on the show

and he's doing remarkably well.

But what's his medical status?

Well, I should probably start by outlining his injuries.

Oh, for God's sake.

As you know, the patient suffered a fall...

Jack's hospital spokesman? He's coming up in the world.

..in the abdominal area and two in his left thigh.

This morning the penetrating spikes were cut from the fence

by ambulance rescue officers

to allow them to remain in situ

until we get Moe into the operating theatre.

That's very interesting, Doctor.

Yes. Yes, it is, Richard.

Once we get him into Theatre,

we'll be able to remove those spikes

and assess the extent of the internal injuries,

which probably should've happened some time ago.

But the patient refused to travel.

So what exactly is his medical condition right now, at this moment?

"Stable". Just stay "stable"!

Well, to understand that, Richard, what we need to know is...

I'll kill him.

Breathe. Breathe, Frank. Breathe.

And that's why they thought it necessary to have a surgeon on site,

and rightly so,

given the possibility of large vessel involvement

and the risk of major blood loss,

particularly in the case of the thigh impalements,

one of which looks to be rather close to the femoral artery.

He looks good on TV.

He doesn't scrub up too bad at all.

He'd look better with his mouth shut.

Get back to work!

..and that might include the large and small bowel.

But we won't know until we get him to the hospital.

Dr Quade.

Um, but for the moment,

Moe is stable and relatively comfortable.

Good. Thank you for all your help. It's been very enlightening.

Fantastic. Oh, Richard, if you've got time...

Why the hell is he doing this?

..I want to touch on one other thing briefly.

Now I know what a million-dollar slash feels like.

Half your luck.

You want to mention this to Moe, or not?

Oh, yes.

Hey, Moe.

Sorry to make a bad day worse, but you are passing blood.

You with me now? Do you get how serious this is?

It's hospital time, buddy.

I can make it to the deadline, Doc.

I swear I can.

Hey, Dick. You wanted a sound bite? Well, here it is.

One of your contestants is officially pissing blood.

What happens now?

Do you want to change your rules,

or do you want to film him dying?

They pulled the plug. The bastards have pulled the plug!

Come on, Vlasek. Answer the bloody phone.

What's going on now?

They've gone off the air.

I have no bloody idea what the hell is going on there now,

but I can bet you London to a bloody brick

that they're still recording

and we'll see the whole debacle on the box tonight.

No bet, Frank.

Dammit, I'm going out there.

To do what?

To throttle Vlasek and Quade and probably Nurse McMouth as well.

Give me the address. No.

Fine. I'll get it myself.

SEAN: Frank, look at this.

Haven't got time.

Frank, please.

Who is it?

Oh, metal-head, is it?

Yeah. I'm thinking that's another piercing.

In his throat? He can't be that bloody stupid.

(gags) Sean, he's vomiting.

Grab hold of him, Dan.

Why's that handle still in his head? We need a chair here!

The bolt in his nose is jammed, I couldn't get it out.

You'd better think of something fast. He's choking.

We've got to clear his airway.

Get him to Resus.

Hang on, Martin.

Well, they've cut the live broadcast.

Yeah, of course they have.

If he dies, it's better he does it at 7:30 tonight

when half the country's tuned in.

I'll ask you this one more time.

Change your stupid bloody rules so we can take him to hospital.

Moe?

I can't change the rules now, mate. I'm sorry.

You know I would if I could.

I'm cool, mate. Honest.

You are killing that man for ratings!

Look at him!

Right there. That's 'Armageddon'.

That's how far one person is prepared to go for $1 million.

It's his call, and it's been...

He's in no fit state to make any sort of call.

I am, Cate. I'm staying, okay? I'm cool.

The Moe man rocks! Hey, hey. Keep still.

You're unbelievable.

Shoot the shit out of it, Tash included.

We play our cards right, we'll get a Logie out of this.

Will he be okay? MAN: Stop whingeing!

No. We've been trying to tell you that.

I didn't mean for this to happen. I was just trying to play the game.

I know, I know.

But now you're the only one who can fix this.

I need you to tell the ambos to take you to hospital now

so we can take Moe too, alright?

But if I do that, I'll end up with nothing.

You don't do that, he'll end up dead.

Please!

As if the show's producers are going to let that happen.

Besides, he had his chance.

I was willing to walk away with half the money.

But no. Greedy little Moe didn't want that.

Yep.

You've done the right thing up until now.

All I'm asking is for you to keep doing the right thing.

No.

DRAMATIC MUSIC

No. I deserve this.

We're talking about a man's life here!

Tasha!

MIKE: Cate, back up here.

Geez!

RICHARD: It's okay, Tash. You did the right thing.

Draw up 10mg of midazolam. Start with 5 IV.

You're not going to sedate him, are you?

You guys...

Okay. Going in.

Sorry, Moe.

Right. Let's get him out of here.

What do you think you're doing?

The patient's lost consciousness. We're transporting him to hospital.

Nice and easy. On three. One, two, three.

Keep him still. That's it. Stabilise his legs.

Rolling.

ID - winner reveal grab in five, four, three...

Well, this is the moment we've all been waiting for, folks -

the winner of 'Armageddon'.

How does it feel, Natasha?

I'm sorry - what?

Unfortunately, Moe is being taken to the hospital

and under the rules of the game,

that means you are one very rich winner.

So what's the first thing you want to say as a millionaire?

(laughs)

Get me a phone?!

(both laugh)

Congratulations.

(Tasha and Richard laugh)

SEAN: Ugh!

Hold him still. I keep slipping. He's a strong fellow, Frank.

Martin, we'll be able to get your mouth open sooner

if you just stop fighting with us.

He's having trouble breathing.

I can't suction him, Frank.

Sweet dreams, Martin.

SATS at 93.

Airway must be occluded.

Bloody mongrel piece of crap.

SATS are dropping. SATS are dropping.

(grunts)

There.

Why would you do this to yourself?

Oh, who the hell knows

why people do half the bloody stupid things they do.

MACHINE BEEPS RAPIDLY

SATS are at 89%.

BEEPING INCREASES

No chest movement. He's not breathing.

I think I just found why.

He's pierced his uvula and it's infected.

His throat's almost completely swollen shut.

Right. We'll intubate now.

Let's get him on his back.

SATS are at 75%.

Come on, quick. Size eight.

Come on, come on!

RAPID BEEPING CONTINUES

We're running out of time. SATS are at 74%.

I'll set up a trachy.

Oh, ye of little faith. Try a smaller tube, why don't you?

Don't tell your grandmother how to suck eggs.

Give me a six.

Come on, come on.

Frank, let's just do the trachy.

Come on. Let's set up for a trachy.

Just give me a second, will you? SATS at 73%.

Dammit. Go.

Get a towel under his shoulders.

I need a trachy inducer.

Okay. Have the tube ready.

I'll get on to ICU, see if they've got a bed available.

Say we're putting in an emergency trachy.

We'll need him up there as soon as possible.

Okay, got it.

Hi. Good.

Get him out of here. We've got incoming.

..emergency trachy.

No, he's being stabilised.

I'll apply cricoid pressure. Okay, thanks.

Equal air entry.

Okay. SATS are improving. 89%.

SATS are continuing to go up.

He'll need a chest X-ray on the way through.

Yep.

Okay.

Let's get you upstairs.

MIKE: Keep bagging.

CATE: Make way. Coming through.

FRANK: Straight through to Resus.

Stay on all of this. Hey, hey. Not you two. Get out.

We want to know what'll happen to Moe.

No. Get out.

Why is he still unconscious?

Because he's been on the ground half the day

instead of receiving medical treatment in hospital.

Please! My son! Mr and Mrs Atsidakos, come through.

Get the parents - this is great! Arggh! Get out!

Alright. I'll look after the parents.

Hey, why don't I phone Security?

Hey? Thanks, Von.

This is news.

The fans are entitled to know what's happening.

We told him not to go on that show.

Security here's excellent. They'll be here in seconds.

So if you'd all just leave quietly, no-one will get hurt.

WOMAN: Let's load up. We're done here.

CATE: BP's dropping. It's 95/60.

Last we saw, he was passing blood. What happened then?

Call Theatre. I'll get him up there straightaway.

Did he arrest?

What about X-rays? We'll get them done up there.

Vlasek, did the patient arrest?

JACK: Jack Quade in Resus.

No, Frank, he didn't.

He was sedated and paralysed for transport.

In front of all those bloody cameras? They have more at the cricket!

The whole of Admin was watching your every move!

Jack, let's move it.

Sorry, Frank. We'll talk later, eh?

Damn right we will!

I know it's only a one-four flight, Mum, but get the upgrade anyway.

I'll pay for it!

Mum.

Slide across for us. Mum!

Put it on your credit card and I'll pay you back when you get here.

You will let us know if we interrupt you?

Look, Mum, I've just won a million bucks, Mum.

What the hell do I care about budgeting?

Ow. That hurt.

Oh, sorry.

Von meant she'd like you to get off the phone.

I've got to go. They're hassling me about the phone.

Call me on this number when you land. Okay. Bye.

Why don't I look after that?

No, that's okay.

I don't even know whose phone it is,

but they're going to die when they get the bill!

(laughs)

Get her down to Radiology ASAP.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

This is Cookie. What's up?

Hey, hey, hey, you tart!

How'd you get this number?

I know. Isn't it awesome? (laughs)

Right, that's it. Hand it over.

Hand it over.

Hand it over!

Dan, Martin's mother has just arrived.

She's in the waiting room.

Oh, this could be interesting.

Mrs Blakeney?

Yes, that's me.

Hi!

How's my son?

I-I'm sorry...

Oh, I know, I'm not what you expected.

Believe me, you're not the first to notice.

Is he alright?

He's good. Well, he's in ICU, but he's stable.

Intensive care?

Mmm. It's that bad?

He's in quite a serious condition, yes,

so he's going to be here for quite a while.

Come with me.

I want them to be all pink. Every single one of them.

And I want the card to read,

"From your rich bitch sister, Natasha."

I thought I took that off you.

Sorry, I borrowed this one. Come on.

I promise I'll be a lot quieter this time.

Come on!

Sorry. I'll call you back.

No, she won't.

She might be a rich bitch, but she's not the only patient here.

Yeah, but how cool is that? I'm rich.

It doesn't matter how many times I say it,

I still can't believe it.

Yeah, yeah.

DAN: Those piercings, they're pretty full-on.

I can't tell you how many arguments we've had over them.

Every time I try to talk to him about it,

he just puts another metal rod through another part of his body.

Well, maybe this is going to change his mind.

You see, Martin collapsed on the street

and he drove his nose ring or whatever you call it

up under his chin,

and on top of that, he has a throat piercing that's infected.

Now, because of that, we really couldn't get much out of him.

So, do you know why he might have collapsed?

Martin and I don't have much to say to each other lately.

It's my fault. I overindulge him, I know that.

But ever since his father died,

all I can see is a boy who's hurting.

How long ago did his father die?

Five years.

He committed suicide.

Martin was at home with him.

He's never forgiven himself for not being able to stop it.

He's a beautiful boy.

You just have a look a bit closer to see it these days.

ELEVATOR BELL DINGS

Mrs Blakeney, would you like me to come with you to visit your son?

Would you mind?

Absolutely not. After you.

Von, any word on Moe yet?

No, no. Nothing.

Alright. I'll call Theatre and get an update.

Cate, I want to talk to you.

Yeah, I'll be there in a sec.

Hi. It's Cate McMasters from the ED.

Look, I just wanted to get an update on...

Er, yes, that was me on TV.

Thanks.

Um, could you please get me an update on Moe?

Yeah, I'll hold. Hey.

You okay?

Yeah.

Looked pretty tough out there.

I was waiting for you to deck Richard Rhinehart.

Believe me, I wanted to.

Yeah?

Okay. I'll call back.

Cate, come here!

(sighs)

You name it.

Anything you want, Cate, I'll get it for you.

What are you talking about?

Come on.

You really looked after us out there today.

I just want to say thanks.

You know what? You just did.

SEAN: The ambos were right, Natasha.

You've fractured your tibia and fibula.

Which would explain why it hurts so bloody much?

I'll get you some more pain relief, okay?

Thanks.

There's no surgery required, but you will need a cast for six weeks.

Okay. We'll need a back slab set up.

Sure.

So, tell me. What are you going to do with all that money?

Actually, I thought I might give some to Moe.

Yeah?

I'm sure he'd appreciate that. (groans)

Tasha, are you alright?

Then I'll have some fun with the rest, go overseas, maybe.

I don't know yet.

(breathes deeply)

Natasha, what's happening?

I'll get the arrest trolley.

(rasps)

Okay.

I need you to take nice deep breaths for me now, Natasha, okay?

(gasps)

Slow. Come on.

Deeper, slower.

(voice blurs) Natasha, stay with us. Stay with us!

(voice blurs) Slow and deep.

(strained breathing)

Natasha, stay with us! Natasha!

MACHINES BEEP RAPIDLY

CATE: Come on, Natasha. Hang in there.

Hold on for me. Come on.

Why the hell wasn't she watched more closely?

She had a simple tib/fib fracture, Frank.

Her obs were fine. She was conscious.

She was conscious. She never got off the phone.

Could it be a fat embolus?

If she'd fractured her femur or pelvis, maybe.

A simple tib/fib? Unlikely.

She was rubbing her chest before, so a PE maybe?

Check for output.

Nup. Nothing.

She's got emboli in both retinas.

What?

A massive clot's hit her lung, Cate.

She's gone.

But her mum's coming to celebrate the big win.

Time of death, 16:57.

I'll make sure there's a social worker here for her

when she arrives.

STEADY BEEPING

Cate?

Cate?

Richard Rinehart's in the waiting room. He wants to talk.

Does he now?

(laughs) There she is.

Look, we didn't really get a chance to talk out there today.

I could see how busy you were. Yeah. Crazy, wasn't it?

I don't have a lot of time now, but I'm the creator of 'Armageddon',

which means the networks love me right now.

Top-rating show, blah, blah, blah, blah.

Any idea I come up with, they want to hear about.

And watching you today, I came up with a bloody ripper.

Now, we all know the doctors are the show ponies,

but you nurses, you're in the trenches.

You're the patient's lifeline.

They tell me you're an ambo as well.

That's a killer combination

I just know I can sell to the network.

Interested?

Actually, I'm more interested in knowing

why you haven't asked about Moe.

I figured it was a little too soon.

He's still in surgery. They're trying to put him back together.

Okay. You think about it...

He sustained substantial damage to his kidney, his bowel.

He's going to need follow-up surgery, and a colostomy bag.

Do you know what that is?

I'm not the bad guy here.

And Natasha?

You're not curious to know how your latest millionaire's feeling?

Pretty good, I'd imagine.

She just died, you piece of shit.

Lying out there all day today,

being pressured out of getting medical help,

caused a clot to form in her broken leg.

That clot's just moved to her lung and killed her.

That's terrible. But I don't make the show's rules.

You just said the show was your idea.

You know what, Richard, I really hope you're insured

because I'll be encouraging Moe and Natasha's family

to sue you for every cent you have.

Okay. We'll talk later, then.

Ah...Frank.

Admin were looking for you before.

They're running damage control over what's likely to go to air tonight.

Well, here's the man who can deal with that.

The man with the new TV career.

I told Jack to keep the cameras busy

so that our patient could take a leak.

Well, then you can explain to Admin

why you authorised him to speak on behalf of the hospital.

Yes, I can.

Good.

While you're about it,

you may as well explain

what the hell you were doing out there all day.

I used on-site sedation to avoid our patient hurting himself

through increased agitation and excessive movement.

Oh. Did you explain that?

No, you didn't, did you.

You just let them think he lost consciousness.

He did lose consciousness.

Because you sedated him.

Which I never denied.

Only because the idiot who was holding the microphone

didn't know enough to ask.

While we're on the subject, do you mind telling me

why the hell you didn't think to do that when you first arrived?

Was the lure of 15 minutes fame too great?

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

EVE: Hi, this is Eve.

Please leave a message and I'll call you back.

Tell me that's not what I think.

I looked up "extreme piercing" on the Net.

Did you have to print them all? Why are they all male?

Yeah!

Apparently the penis can be pierced

in more ways than any other body part...

..if it's big enough.

I remember a girl I went to uni with

saying that penile piercing in uncircumcised men

can cause the foreskin to retract

and get stuck so it can't go back into its natural position.

Paraphimosis.

That's it.

Mystery solved. Now we know what women talk about.

And then, when everything swells,

the blood supply gets interrupted and it's like...

Pop! Spontaneous circumcision.

Beer, Dan? Yeah. Lots of.

And then, right, the necrotic part just falls off.

It's like a small chorizo.

It's like a little black onion ring, right?

It's been up at the top of the barbie for months.

And you dust it off, it falls on the ground.

That's what it's like.

Hey! Guys!