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Everything? Got your bag and stuff? Yeah.

Hey, big fella. Denis. Jacqueline.

I'd like to get out of this car sometime before my due date, Denis.

I'm just trying to help, that's all. Thank you.

(Groans) Shit.

TYRES SQUEAL

FRANK: Bloody hell. JACQUELINE: Oh, my God.

Denis, quick. Call the E.D., tell 'em what's going on.

Yeah, OK.

Denis, be careful. Jesus.

Mate, can you hear me? Can you hear me?

Yeah, hi. It's Denis Pool from maintenance.

We got a big problem down in the southern car park.

JACQUELINE: What happened to him?

Tell 'em he's bleeding from his abdomen. Probably gunshot wounds.

A bloke's been shot. There's... Oh, there's heaps of blood.

There's blood everywhere.

He's breathing, got an output. That's good.

No, tell them, you goose! He's breathing. He's got an output.

Give me that. Here, Frank. Is he dead?

Press on that. Don't stop pressing until I tell you.

Come on! There's so much blood!

Be careful. Don't get any blood on you.

Get a move on! He's in a bad way. They're already on their way.

Keep the pressure on, Denis.

Can you hear me, mate? What's your name?

Come on, what's your name?

Just gotta roll him over, mate. Keep the pressure on.

You took your bloody time!

We got here as fast as we could. What's the score?

He's bleeding from the abdomen.

Three entry wounds, two exit.

Good man, Denis.

Thanks, Denis. I can take over. Yeah.

You take Denis and his girlfriend back inside.

I'll take the airway.

She's pregnant. He's a goose. Gotcha.

Let's get a line in. Do we have a name?

No. Haven't had time to go through his pockets.

Let's hope I can find a vein. He's already shut down.

I'm just gonna put this mask on your face, mate.

OK, I'm in. Let's get him inside.

Oh, what a mess.

Frank, his BP's dropping. It's 90 on 40.

Sats are 96 on oxygen. And he's tachycardic.

Someone's made a hell of a mess of him.

They certainly did. Like me to put these bloods up?

No, put up another bag of gel and run it straight in.

Sure. We'll keep the bloods on stand-by.

Need my help? No. You're off-duty.

Frank, I'm fine. You've just done a night shift.

Keep the pressure on those wounds. Yep.

Alright, I'll get onto Radiology for you, then.

Thanks. And then go home and get some sleep. I won't tell you again.

Second line's in. I'll send off an FBC, group and hold, and crossmatch.

Let's get him an ADT and some antibiotics.

Just got me. I was halfway out the door.

Well, your timing could be better.

You could have taken the drive-by delivery in the car park instead.

Got to be major vessel involvement, the way he's bleeding.

Three entry wounds, two exit. Not what I want to hear.

Got a name? No ID. Nope.

Frank, the police are here. They want to talk to you.

You've got this in hand, I take it? Yeah, sure.

Go home, Beaumont.

Mike, Radiology are ready for you when you are.

We'll handle it upstairs. Let's get him intubated, ready to travel, eh?

There's a bullet inside him. Surely you want to find it first.

Love to, but I don't have that luxury.

Mike, without the pictures, we're flying blind.

I've had two hours sleep, seven hours in surgery. Give me a break.

Come on, everyone. Let's move.

Good luck.

Uh, thanks.

The midwife said to go straight up, no waiting.

Yeah. LIFT GEARS GRATE

Ooh. That didn't sound good.

Yeah, I'll get onto that as soon as I sort my princess out.

Jacqueline's blood pressure's normal

and she's got an appointment with the obstetrician upstairs anyway.

Good work. Better they handle it than we do.

Don't forget about the car's numberplate.

I'll let the police know. I can't believe you managed to remember it.

They told me you're feeling alright, Jacqueline.

Course she is. Take more than a bit of blood to knock my girl for a six.

Isn't that right, sweetie? Eh?

What about you, Denis?

Me? (Laughs) Oh, yeah.

Right as rain.

Tough as nails.

You don't work in a hospital for as long as I have

without picking up a few pointers

on how to handle yourself in an emergency.

Yeah. Anyway, can't dawdle here all day. I'll...

(Laughs) I'll, uh...

See ya. LIFT DINGS

Thanks for looking after her. LIFT GEARS GRATE

Oh. Yeah, I'll... I'll get straight onto that.

I promise. Yeah, I'm not getting in there.

What?

I'm not gonna get stuck in a broken lift, Denis.

Jacqueline, it's three storeys to Obstetrics.

I'll take the stairs.

Princess, wait. I like him.

What? Well, I do.

He loves her. That much is obvious.

And he can't wait for the baby to be born.

He'll faint at the first contraction.

JACK: What about the remaining bullet?

From the entry wound, it looks like it's lodged in the posterior abdo.

Oh, we'll worry about that later.

First thing is to stabilise him, arrest the haemorrhage in the liver.

And at the risk of repeating myself, a CT would have been nice.

Mike?

What is it?

I was just thinking, why don't you take the lead on this one?

Really?

Don't want me to hold your hand forever, do you?

No, it's just... It's just...

It's complex surgery.

All the more reason for you to do it.

Don't panic, Jack. I'll be right with you.

LIFT CHIMES

Wow. Look at you in your new uniform.

Watch out nobody throws up on you.

Ha! Alright.

Hey, Von, you know this new job of yours?

Transitional care?

It's not gonna take you away from the E.D., is it?

It's just that you're a really good nurse

and I'm gonna be around here a whole lot more,

I hope, so...

I'd miss you.

No, I'm still a nurse. I'm still employed by the E.D.

You?

You're not gonna get rid of me that easily.

Well, that's good.

Uh, listen, I'll be in Outpatients.

I've got a few things I need to collect for my new office.

Oh, Dr Campion will be thrilled that you get an office all to yourself.

Yes. Oh, he'll have to live with it, won't he?

What does she mean? Who'll have to live with what?

What's she on about? I'm really not sure, Dr Campion.

Well, whatever it is, I bet it involves a memo.

At this rate, I'll have to actually read the damn things.

That'd be a good idea.

Hey, has Charlotte gone? Yeah.

Ah. There's a girl in Subacute I wanted her to have a look at.

Well, I'll see her for you. Sorry, Bart.

Need a female doctor on this one. Patient's request.

Suspected forearm fracture.

But more importantly, she's 17 and hasn't starting menstruating yet.

So, um, you sure she won't deal with me or Everleigh?

Or me? No way.

It's not ideal, but maybe we can see if Charlotte will come back in.

Not an option.

Well, I could sort out the fractured arm at least.

That'd be alright, wouldn't it? Yep. Thanks.

And what about her other concerns? Leave it with me.

I'll see what I can do. Thanks, Frank.

Hmm.

Liver's a mess.

Uh, should we try and pack it or resect and repair?

REGGAE MUSIC PLAYS

Turn the music off, will you, please?

(Turns off music) How's the BP?

ANAESTHETIST: Dropping fast. OK.

We've got to identify

any large vessels crossing the tear in the liver

and ligate them.

JACK: Another clamp.

You right?

Suction.

Oh.

Why do you reckon they dumped him? Drugs or gangs?

Jack, concentrate, will you?

LIFT GEARS GRATE

Thank you, God. Hello.

Hi. Hey, someone better take a look at that lift.

It sounds like it's gonna fall apart any second.

I'll get right onto it. Anything else I can help you with?

Actually, there is. I'm looking for Frank Campion.

Oh, right. Well, you've come to the right place. Frank!

Zoe. Zoe.

Long time, no see. Yes, it is.

Are you psychic, or did someone tell you I was back in the country?

Aha! (Both laugh)

Bugger off, Goldman. Absolutely.

This is a lot bigger E.D. than the last one you and I crossed swords in.

It certainly is, isn't it? Mmm.

Come with me. OK.

Nurses' station. Resus.

You still fencing?

Oh, I've done a little bit. (Laughs)

What about you?

How's that?

Taylor? Yeah, it's OK.

Thanks.

Now, you need to organise an appointment

with the fractures clinic.

Now, Ricky can organise that for you.

Over-the-counter pain relief should take care of the rest.

Hi. I'm Zoe Gallagher.

Erica and Bart.

Nice to meet you both. And you must be Taylor.

That's me.

Let's have a look.

This looks good.

You should have got a coloured one, to match the sports gear.

That'd be like cheerleader lame.

Oh, cheerleader lame - that sounds bad.

Oh, it is, trust me. Well, I'll leave you to it, then.

Thanks, Bart.

You're a doctor, right?

Yeah, that's what it says on my degree.

It's in fancy writing too - very impressive.

Now, what's going on?

Taylor's a bit concerned that she hasn't had her period yet.

Well, it's not unusual

for girls to start menstruating in their late teens, Taylor.

I'm sure Erica explained that to you.

She did, yeah.

But it's just that all my friends

have been having their period for years.

And I'm the only one who hasn't started yet.

Taylor plays hockey, so I was wondering about special diets -

a deficiency that's delaying things.

Good thought. And...?

Well, I'm not on any special diets.

Mum says I eat like a horse.

And she'd know -

she makes these meals big enough to feed a whole herd of them.

Borsch and dumplings and kissel.

Kissel? Yeah, it's pudding.

Is your family from Poland? Yeah, well, Mum is.

Taylor, what's your training schedule like?

It's just that heavy physical activity

can sometimes throw the menstrual cycle out, that's all.

It's not like I'm in the Olympics or anything.

It's just a couple of training sessions a week and then one game.

And I don't suppose you know when your mother started her periods?

Yeah, like that's something we talk about at breakfast.

(Laughs) OK. Well, you seem to be very healthy and active.

So it's probably just a case

of the hormones taking a little longer to kick in than most girls.

Yeah. It's nothing to be embarrassed about.

I'm not embarrassed about it.

It's just...

Taylor, I want to help you. And so does Erica.

But we can't do that unless you tell us exactly what's going on, OK?

It really hurts when I have sex.

Then we'll do a full check-up and make sure there's nothing wrong.

Deal? Thank you.

Great.

I can't see anything. Can't stop this bleeding.

Suction. (Activates suction)

There it is. Mike, can you clamp it?

Mike, I need the clamp.

Hey, did you hear me? I've got blood everywhere.

Mike, clamp!

ANAESTHETIST: BP's dropping.

Where are you going?

Mike!

Jack, kid's bleeding out here.

Alright, get some FFP and blood and run those bags straight through.

Hey, what are you doing?

How's he doing? I can't sustain him much longer.

OK, somebody get another surgeon in here.

OK, what do I need to do?

Control the bleeding from the hepatic artery and portal vein,

assess and repair.

Timing - how often to release the clamp?

15 minutes. Release it every 15 minutes.

Jack, we're losing him. Yeah, I know!

Where the hell is Mike?

(Sighs)

How come you need so much blood?

Oh, we test for different things -

like thyroid, kidney function, hormone levels.

All done. I don't get it.

How would any of those things make it hurt to try and have sex?

Was it your first time?

Yeah, I wanted to keep trying,

but my boyfriend, he couldn't, you know...

He just wouldn't go in properly.

That could have just been inexperience.

He said it felt all wrong.

Taylor, for a lot of women, their first sexual experience

can be very uncomfortable,

even painful.

You're just saying that to try and make me feel better.

Yes, we are, but Dr Gallagher's right.

It's not at all like it is in the movies, Taylor.

I remember my first time was awful.

I was completely in love with this guy

and I thought it was gonna be the most amazing night of my life.

Big mistake.

It was awkward and uncomfortable

and it was all over in about five seconds.

(All laugh)

We were both so embarrassed, we never spoke to each other again.

So you really think that's what it could be - like, a first-time thing?

It's possible, yeah. And if it's not?

If...there is something wrong with me?

Then these tests that we're running, they'll let us know.

And just to put your mind at rest, we can do an internal examination,

if you're comfortable with that, of course.

Mmm.

OK, yes. Please.

Just to be sure.

Great.

How are we going for time? ANAESTHETIST: Not good.

There's no improvement in his obs.

What the hell am I doing wrong?

Control the bleeding, pack around the liver,

then find out where the hell it's coming from.

Where the hell were you? You're doing fine, Jack. Keep going.

(Sighs)

We haven't heard yet.

He's still in surgery. Well, what about the police?

I mean, did they track down the car that dumped the poor man?

Sorry, Jacqueline. Sometimes they tell us what the end result is.

Sometimes we have to wait for the evening news like everyone else.

DENIS: Alright, I'm shutting this one down.

If you need it, speak now or forever hold your peace.

Any takers? No?

Good.

She's out of action.

Hey. What'd the baby quack say?

Well, I didn't see the obstetrician. She's in theatre delivering twins.

But the midwife says everything's where it should be

and, um, we're on the home stretch now.

You getting nervous, Denis? No, no.

What's there to get nervous about?

I mean, women do this thousands of times a day, right?

In rice fields, on buses.

Listen, mate, what's happening with this bloody lift?

If I get stuck in there with a Resus patient, you'll know about it.

Yeah, no worries.

I'm onto the lift maintenance guys as a matter of urgency.

Touch these little numbers without the right credentials

and it's all over, red rover.

You know what I mean? No. Not really.

Oh.

Well, I'll just, uh, get the...

Yep, you do that. Yep.

Anything wrong?

I don't know how to tell him, but I don't want him in the birth with me.

Oh.

His heart's in the right place,

but he just doesn't know when to shut up.

Hadn't noticed.

We got kicked out of birthing classes -

two different birthing classes, actually.

He asked if the fathers were allowed to have drugs during the delivery.

Well, he wouldn't be the first to ask that.

But he was serious.

He even threatened to take the nurse to the Equal Opportunities Tribunal.

Oh.

That's when she asked us to leave. Well...

Dads get nervous too.

I guess so.

Hey, princess. You going home or what?

Yes, Denis, I'm going home. Oh, OK.

Hey!

Yeah, you hang in there, slugger, and Dad'll be home early tonight.

And we'll talk about how big Mum's backside is.

(Laughs) That'll be fun, won't it? Hey?

See you at home, Denis. See you. See you.

You hear that, Campion? (Laughs)

I call her J.Lo these days.

It's a... It's a joke. Oh.

She loves it. (Laughs)

The... Yeah, yeah. They'll... they'll be here in a minute.

I'll get these bloods sent off. Thanks.

Uh, Taylor's vagina is blind.

Hmm. What?

It doesn't go anywhere. It's about 5cm long.

And there's no cervix - nothing.

No wonder she's not menstruating. Mmm.

How does that happen? Some sort of birth defect?

I have no idea.

Any other abnormalities?

Uh, breast development appears to be normal,

but she does have slightly juvenile nipples.

There's a lack of pubic hair.

Physically, she's almost prepubescent.

Mmm.

Are we looking at something like hermaphroditism?

Possibly.

There's also inguinal palpable masses in the abdomen.

So I'll need to do an ultrasound. I'll organise that.

You want me to call Gynaecology for a review?

Thanks, Bart.

Hi. This is Erica...

I've never seen anything like this before, Frank.

What about her family? Have we contacted them?

Maybe they can shed some light on the situation.

School phoned her mother. She's on her way in.

And how am I supposed to find out about the girl's medical history

while respecting patient confidentiality

and not tell the mother why I'm asking?

Be creative. Gynaecology will be down soon.

Thanks, Bart.

Uh, Zoe, this is Taylor's mum, Greta.

GRETA: I got here as soon as I could.

Is Taylor alright? What happened?

I'm Dr Gallagher, Zoe.

Um, Taylor has suffered from a simple fracture to the forearm.

We've plastered that and she should make a full recovery.

(Sighs) A broken arm?

She's got her hockey finals coming up in a fortnight.

She'll be devastated.

I'll take you to see her in a second,

but I need to talk to you about a couple of things.

I'd just like to take her home, if that's OK.

Mrs Patterson, why don't we take a walk? Just this way, please.

TELEPHONE RINGS

I need to know about Taylor's medical history, Mrs Patterson.

What for?

Well, it's just that Taylor's a little concerned

that she hasn't had her periods yet,

and I was wondering

if there were any medical problems we should be aware of.

Is that all? I guess she's just a late bloomer.

It's all the sport she plays, I guess.

And I hear it can delay things.

Yeah, yeah, it can, but I was wondering,

is there anything else out of the ordinary?

Look, if there's anything else, I can sort it out with our GP.

He's been our doctor since Taylor was a baby

and I'd rather he dealt with it.

Yeah, yeah, of course.

Look, it's just that Taylor might be a little uncomfortable, um,

talking to a man about her concerns.

You know what teenagers are like sometimes.

Yes, I do. And I take care of it.

Now, when can I take Taylor home?

Uh, well, as soon as we've done an ultrasound

and a gynaecologist has seen to her - it won't be long.

I didn't give permission for any of this to happen.

No, no, Taylor did.

Well, this is completely out of the question. The answer is no.

I'm sorry? No tests. No doctors.

And, um, if you don't mind, I have to see my daughter.

MIKE: He'll need regular liver-function tests,

and he's pretty high risk of post-op infection,

so keep an eye on that.

What the hell was all that about?

Are you sick or something?

You did just fine. Don't worry about it.

The consultant walked out in the middle of major abdominal surgery.

You tell me not to worry about it?

If I didn't think you could handle it, I wouldn't have left.

Why'd you leave?

Mike!

Where were you?

Because if that was some kind of bizarre test

you just put me through, it sucked, OK?

And you put a patient's life at risk.

SIREN WAILS IN THE DISTANCE

Hello, Von. Help, please.

Oooh!

Rightio. Oh, Von...

I'm here. I've got you.

My waters have broken and...

Come on. Let's sit you down.

(Groans)

Oh, these contractions started all of a sudden and...

..well, there was no 10 minutes apart to it.

It's not supposed to be happening this fast, is it?

Babies come when they decide. (Groans)

Take some deep breaths for me.

(Breathes deeply) Good. Good.

I'm just gonna get us some help. Oh, no.

Please don't leave me here.

No, I'm not going anywhere. I'll just get some help.

Hey, Rodney? A wheelchair.

Come on. No, don't leave me here.

Please! Oooh!

What's happened? Labour's started.

Waters have broken, contractions strong, three minutes apart.

Princess? Just hold your horses, Denis.

Just give us a chance to find out what's going on.

OK. I'm right here, Jacqueline. Anything you need, you just ask.

I'll make it happen. You know I will.

She'll be right, mate. She'll be right.

Homer, I've got a job for you.

Get onto the delivery suite, tell them what's going on.

Are we delivering a baby down here?

No, no, no, these are those 'brachiosaura-nicks' things.

Practice labour. He's talking about Braxton Hicks.

And no, we're not delivering a baby down here, not if I can help it.

Now, you let me take care of her.

You just concentrate on getting that lift going.

Aye, aye, skipper.

JACQUELINE: Ohhhh!

Yes, yes. Come on, breathe through it.

Breathe through it.

(Breathes deeply) Better. That's the way.

There was no warning. Ohhh!

Now, Jacqueline, listen to me. (Breathes deeply)

The baby's well on its way,

so there's a good chance we'll have to deliver it down here,

do you understand?

Now, I'm keeping Denis busy. Where is he? I want him with me.

I thought you didn't want him to come to the birth.

I know what I said, but I love him and I want him here.

Alright. Alright. Alright.

Argh! Oooh! Easy.

Good. I'm gonna get you into a gown.

Oh, Von, I'm scared.

I didn't think it'd be this bad.

Oh, no, you'll be fine.

Soon as you're holding that baby in your arms,

you'll be wondering what all the fuss was about.

Oooh!

Hey, Jack. How are things going with the gunshot victim?

He's in ICU.

Bullet was lodged in his retroperitoneum

but we managed to get it out without too much trouble.

Cool.

Actually, I managed to get it out.

Is Mike giving you the lead at the table again?

Jesus, you're gonna be a surgeon before we know it, Jack.

He walked out in the middle of the operation, Cate.

Just...walked out, left me there to handle it myself.

Why would he do that?

I'm up to my armpits in the patient's abdomen,

multiple traumas to the gut, no idea what I'm supposed to be doing,

and he just...10 minutes later,

he walks back in like nothing's happened.

I wanted to deck him. (Laughs)

Maybe he's just trying to test you.

On a procedure that complex? Give me a break.

You know, if something had've gone wrong, Cate,

the patient would be dead.

I'd be fired and so would Mike.

You know, I can't wait for Vincent to get back from Canada.

Whoa.

I think Jack's just resigned

as president of the Mike Vlasek fan club.

I'm sure Mike would've had a good reason for doing it.

I mean, he's not an idiot.

Fine. You take over as president, then.

See if I care.

We will talk about it when we get home, OK?

I don't want to wait until we get home.

I want to know what's going on with me.

Nothing is going on. Enough.

Uh, Taylor, they're ready for you in Ultrasound now, hmm?

I told you, we are not doing any more tests.

Yes, I am.

I can give my own consent. Dr Gallagher said so.

But I am more than happy to send on

those test results to your GP, Mrs Patterson.

What GP? We don't have one.

We just go to whoever's closest for colds and stuff.

I said no, so that's the end of it.

Taylor is old enough to give or refuse consent herself.

Could we speak outside?

Of course.

NURSE: Are you ready, Taylor? You stay where you are.

I mean it. Mum, stop it!

What is it you're trying to do here?

I am just trying to treat a patient who asked for my help.

She's a child. It's not up to her.

Mrs Patterson, if you would just listen for a second...

I'd like to speak to your superior.

And Dr Gallagher here is trying to tell me

she doesn't need my consent.

Well, I'm sorry, but she's right.

Taylor's old enough to make her own medical decisions.

She's being bullied into this test by your doctor,

and I want it to stop.

I understand that you're very anxious about what's going on.

Perhaps I can get a social worker to talk to you.

(Scoffs) I don't need a counsellor.

I need to take my daughter home, before...

(Huffs)

I know what's best for Taylor, and that's all,

and I don't want her to have an ultrasound or anything else.

Mrs Patterson, Taylor's already made her decision in that regard.

I trust you will give her your full support.

Hmm.

Uh, Frank. Um, Von needs you. The baby's head's crowning.

Oh, right.

It's OK, love. It's alright.

(Breathes shallowly)

Is everything alright? Yeah. I think so.

I mean... Thank God. She wants to push.

OK. Oooh!

It's all good. It's all good. The big guy's here now.

Denis, why don't you go back up the other end?

Yeah, he's got a really good-looking head, love.

Oh, God!

See? Really good-shaped head. (Laughs)

Now, my mother was always on about the shape of a baby's head. (Laughs)

Of course, my brother's head was bloody perfect, you know,

and she said my head was like a besser block.

Denis, do you mind if I have a look? Yeah. Yeah.

I knew it - it's got a stupid-shaped head like its father.

I'm never gonna be able to get it out!

Denis, get out of the way.

Now, listen to me.

I want you to concentrate on delivering this baby.

I don't want you to worry or think about anything else.

Alright? Alright.

I have to push. OK.

OK. It's alright, love, I'm right here.

I'm cheering you on. Go, you good thing!

SHUT UP! (Grunts)

Off you go, Jacqueline. Push away.

(Grunts)

(Both grunt)

Good. Good. Keep going. Not much longer.

Denis, if you don't breathe, you'll pass out.

Good girl. Good girl.

And again. Come on.

Deep breath and...push. (Both strain)

Denis? (Both continue straining)

Denis! Oooh. (Puffs)

Taylor's ultrasound results.

Her mum is completely falling apart in there.

Yeah, I know.

What's her problem? I don't know. I can't work it out.

She's still going on about maybe taking Taylor home

and getting the results sent to her.

I think I know why.

What is it? Take a look.

Taylor has no uterus?

No, she doesn't.

So is it hermaphroditism?

Uh, no. See those abdominal masses?

And what are they?

Well, according to the report, they're testes.

Taylor's a boy?

DR GALLAGHER: Greta, it's essential that your daughter

understands her situation.

Taylor was diagnosed with AIS when she was four years old.

Please.

Why haven't you told her?

(Scoffs) And what would you have suggested I say?

"Gee, Taylor, you are genetically male

"and you won't ever have children

"and somewhere along the line,

"you will have to have your testicles removed"?

Your doctor could've supported you on that, Greta,

helped to give you both the right information.

We decided to wait until she was older and until after the puberty.

My GP agreed that was the best.

When Taylor could understand it a little bit better.

But Taylor is 17 now.

(Sighs)

I tried to tell her a hundred times,

but... (Quivers) ..she just looked at me with such trust,

I...couldn't say it.

She has to know.

The testes, they need to be removed, for one thing,

but she is at an increased risk of cancer.

I know all that.

But the doctor said it had to be done before she's 20,

so I still have got a little bit more time.

Well, I can organise for it to be done now, if you like.

No, I don't want her to know. Not yet.

It isn't about what you want, Mrs Patterson.

Taylor has to be told the truth.

Please don't.

Please.

Androgen insensitivity syndrome? I've never heard of it.

Well, basically, it means Taylor has XY chromosomes.

But she doesn't look male, no matter what her genes say.

Well, she's not male. Far from it, actually.

Just her body is insensitive to the male hormone.

It's like, um, the body and the hormone just don't connect.

Mmm, her body's trying to tell her that she's male

but every time the testes produce androgen,

some of it gets converted to oestrogen,

so Taylor develops as a girl and not a boy.

Yeah, but all women have some male hormones, right?

Mmm.

So if she has none at all,

then...technically... she's a superwoman.

Except she'll never be able to have children

and she has testes that need to be removed

and she has no idea about any of this.

(Sighs) So, what are you gonna do?

Well, before I do anything else, I'm going to call this GP of theirs

and find out what the hell he was thinking

when he advised the mother not to tell her of the diagnosis.

Come on, princess. You can do it. (Strains)

Go! Come on!

Come on! You can do it. I know you can.

OK, the head's out. Stop pushing. (Groans)

Just pant. Just panting. (Pants)

Oooh, it's burning. (Grunts)

You're almost there, Jacqueline. You're almost there.

OK, Bart, get the oxygen on stand-by.

No mask, just the tubing. And pass me the warm blanket.

(Pants)

Now, Denis, why don't we let Jacqueline do the work?

Now, she knows what she's doing.

You could hyperventilate any moment now. OK.

Alright, here we go.

Come on.

(Jacqueline and Denis grunt)

(Wails)

DENIS: Oh-ho-ho!

Here we go.

(Baby cries)

BART: Oh, my God. What? What's wrong? What's wrong?

She's beautiful. Oh!

A girl! (Laughs)

OK, Bart, just put the oxygen up to her nose,

give her a head start on some fresh air.

(Weeps) Look at her, Denis.

Just look at her!

(Coos) Oh! I got a daughter!

(Coos)

THUD! Oh, God. Go on.

Denis? Denis, are you alright?

BART: Denis, are you OK? (Baby cries)

Denis?

Can you hear me, mate? (Groans)

He's just fainted. Fathers tend to do that.

(Laughs) (Baby cries)

It's OK, sweetie. Daddy's having a little lie-down, that's all.

BART: Wake up. You're a dad, remember?

Congratulations. Oh, thank you!

(Baby continues crying)

Well, Doctor, that's not what she told me.

She said you advised her to keep it from Taylor.

(Half-laughs) Right.

I'm sorry. No, no, I can handle it. Thank you.

So if we could get the referral for her arm so we could leave.

Sure.

What's going on?

I've spoken to your GP

to organise your test results to be sent over to him.

I... Come on, Taylor.

Let's get dressed. What GP?

I told you, we don't have one.

Mum, what is she talking about?

Remember Dr Richards? He'll be handling you from now on.

We haven't been to him since I was, like, 11.

You said he was a terrible doctor.

We'll talk about this later. No, I want the results now.

We are going home.

(Speaks Polish)

(Baby cries) Good girl. There's Mummy. Look.

She's in perfect health.

Yeah, see? I told you. I told you I'm alright.

(Baby cries)

I just missed brekkie, that's all.

Low blood sugar. Bang! Out I go.

Oooh. He's fine.

Bart, I'll let Maternity know we'll be coming up soon.

You too, Homer. Out you go.

What are you gonna call her?

Get out. Leave them in peace.

(Baby cries)

You sure you're alright? Oh! (Laughs)

You hear that, Campion?

The woman's just given birth and she's worried about me!

(Laughs)

Oh, look at you!

She's a beauty, isn't she? Yes.

(Coos)

You sure you're not disappointed she's a girl?

Oh!

I know how much you wanted a little Wallaby player.

Oh! (Laughs)

Oh, there's no reason why my girl can't play for Australia, princess.

Oh, look at you! (Laughs)

Oh, Denis, there's something I need to tell you.

Yeah, fire away.

I didn't want you at the birth.

Oh.

And I didn't know how to tell you. Oh.

You know, but when it was all happening,

all I could think was where were you and why weren't you with me.

Oh! I'm sorry.

Oh! (Laughs)

Oh, look... you listen to me, alright?

There's nothin' in this world that you can't tell me, alright?

Nothin'.

I mean, you know, I know I'm not the world's greatest catch,

you know, and on my own I don't amount to much,

but together... look what we can achieve.

Hey?

Oh! (Laughs)

The frog prince ends up with two princesses, eh?

Who would've thought?

I love you.

Yeah, I love you too.

And you!

Eh? Look at you! Hello, I'm your dad!

(Laughs) Don't look scared. It's alright.

She obviously hasn't come to terms with the situation herself,

so it's pretty doubtful she'll be able

to get Taylor to come to terms with it.

She actually changed GPs to avoid Taylor finding out?

Yep.

The girl's got a right to know what her future holds.

I know.

I'm just worried that I'll be sending her home with a thousand questions

that I have no hope of answering for her.

I don't suppose you can organise some counsellors for me?

Sure. Thanks.

Oh, once I drop this bombshell,

both mother and daughter are gonna need them.

Good luck.

Where are you going?

Uh, to see a patient about a diagnosis.

What are you saying? That I'm really a boy?

'Cause how can that be? Look at me.

No, that's not what I'm saying, Taylor.

It's a genetic glitch, that's all.

This doesn't change who you are.

And all those concerns that you had about menstruation and sex,

we can deal with those.

Do we have to talk about this now? Yes. We do.

I can't have kids, right?

No.

I'm sorry, that's not possible. I feel so sick.

OK, I know it's a lot for you to take in.

And no-one can expect you to understand it all right now...

..but with the right support for both you and your mother,

I can assure you,

things will get much clearer and much less frightening.

And our transitional care nurse is tracking down

a support group to put you in touch with.

I've been through that shit with my GP.

How the hell talking about it change one single thing?

What, you knew about this?!

Taylor. Taylor, listen... Did you know?

You were just a baby when I find out.

There was no way you could have...understood!

All these years, you let me think I was a freak!

How could you do that to me?!

(Weeps)

Happy now?

Please, leave me alone!

Look, I know this must be hard, so much to take in,

but Dr Gallagher's absolutely right -

there are people who can help you through this.

Yeah, well, maybe I could have a freak-ectomy

when they take my testicles out.

Look, you're not a freak, do you understand?

We're talking about one little gene

out of the thousands and thousands in your body, that's all.

It could've just as easily been the one that determines your eye colour.

Yeah, but it isn't, is it?

No, it isn't, but that's what we're here for.

We're here to help you through this - you and your mother.

Oh, good luck with that.

She's so embarrassed by it that she couldn't even tell me herself.

Maybe she just didn't know how.

You know, your mother needs to understand that this syndrome

isn't her fault any more than it's yours.

But she lied to me.

How can I forgive her for that?

(Jacqueline coos)

(Denis laughs) Here we go.

Shh. Shh. Shh-shh-shh-shh.

Here we go. Let these guys out. New baby coming through.

DR GALLAGHER: Greta?

You have no idea what it's like to be handed this tiny little baby...

..fall completely in love with her,

watch her grow up, learn to walk, to talk...

..only to be told by someone four years later

that she isn't what you thought she was.

(Stammers)

She will never know what it's like

to have a tiny little baby put into your arms.

Maybe you should try to explain that to her.

(Weeps)

I'm so sorry, Taylor.

I'm so sorry. (Weeps)

Thanks for today, Zoe.

I'm sorry we didn't have a chance to catch up properly.

Yes, well, some of us were busy with patients,

while others, who shall remain nameless,

were soaking up the glory of new life.

If you knew Denis, you'd never say that.

(Laughs)

But I did haul you in on a tough one, didn't I?

Yes, you did. Actually, do me a favour.

Next time you absolutely can't do without a female doctor,

try dressing up the intern as a woman instead of calling me.

Bart'd love that. You could talk him into it.

He thinks you're a god, the same way I thought

you were a god when I was your intern.

(Laughs)

So how long are you back for? Uh, not sure.

A while. Yeah, a while, I hope. Good.

Good, because I've got a pregnant registrar at the moment,

so if you don't get any better offers, maybe you could play with us.

Yeah, sounds like a plan. Excellent.

Well, I'm gonna get moving.

I have a chardonnay chilling at home and a frozen dinner

that'll probably see me back here by morning with food poisoning.

Mmm.

I'm assuming you've got a similarly exciting night to get home to?

Mmm.

You should get a life, Frank, you know that?

Evie?

Evie?

You haven't answered any of my calls.

I didn't think there was anything left to say to each other.

No, actually, I've got quite a bit to say.

I just...I just wasn't sure how to say it, that's all.

I...

I know this tour's very important to you and your career

and everything's settled and confirmed,

but I...I don't want you to go

and I've been too much of an idiot to say so.

Too late, Frank.

TAXI ENGINE STARTS, DOOR CLOSES

Did you patch things up with Mike yet?

Oh, not really.

I mean, I did go off at him about, you know,

leaving me in the middle of theatre,

so I think keeping my distance would be a good idea at the moment.

Fair enough.

Gee, he confuses me, Cate. You know what?

I think I've got a handle on him

and then he just changes the rules on me.

Well, that's 'cause he trusts you with whatever he throws at you.

That's what I keep telling myself too.

PAGER BEEPS

Right. I gotta go. See you.

Hey, does Mike know the ID of the patient yet?

No.