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DRAMATIC MUSIC

DOG BARKS

Are you sure this is the place?

DOG CONTINUES BARKING

Hey! Over here, hurry! She's in the spa. She's stuck.

I'll get the other gloves. What took you so long?

We got here as fast as possible. She's round the back.

I'm Manny. Bec's coming. Gary Smith.

OK, Gary, what's happened? I don't know. It happened so fast.

One minute we were, you know... I think she's dying.

I tried getting her out, but... Holy crap.

Where's the switch? We need to get her out now.

The switch, Gary, where is it? Oh, shit! Here it is. I'll get it.

OK, Gary, don't panic.

OK. She's unconscious but I've got a pulse.

Is there an outlet to this damn thing?

Manny, can you have a look around? I'm not sure.

Her hair's caught in the intake valve. It's a severe scalping injury.

Manny, open the valve now. Got it. Bloody old spas.

She's not dead, is she? No.

We'll have to cut her hair. Oh, really?

I'll get the scissors. How long has she been underwater?

I don't know. She wasn't when I went out to find you guys.

Is she gonna be OK?

Oh, God. I can't watch this.

I'm going to go and get dressed.

Cut carefully.

(Man groans)

Just get this thing out of me!

That is not going to help, Mick. I know...I know it hurts.

Just try and keep still, Mick. Tell us how this happened to you.

Dickhead of a brother thought I was a bloody fish.

A pretty big fish.

That's what you get for diving with a short-sighted idiot.

(Grunts)

(Groans) Oh! Oh! Meds are in.

Zoe, capillary refills still good? Thanks.

Is there anyone we can call for you - a wife, a girlfriend...

No, no. My brother's calling Robin. Can you check the blood results?

BP's 100 on 65, pulse 117 and resps are 24.

I'll do it, Jack. Thank you, Cate.

(Continues grunting) Morning, everyone.

Morning.

Hi, it's Cate McMasters in the E.D.

I just want to check up on some blood results.

Right. There's a bad fracture of the pelvic brim.

Thanks. HB's at 90. Coags are normal, Jack.

And his abdo is positive for free fluid.

Not surprising if you look at the passage of that spear.

It's no doubt nicked a vein or an artery.

Get an urgent ortho and vascular review.

The broken pelvis won't kill him, but bleeding out will.

Oh! Would you like a CT scan with that?

And tell me, Jack, how is he going to fit inside the machine

with that spear, hmm?

Right. I'll make the calls.

Would you like a theatre? Yes.

(Groans)

As soon as a theatre's available, we'll ditch that spear, OK, Mick?

Now, it's fractured your pelvis and you have some internal bleeding.

Don't worry. The boys upstairs are going to patch it all up.

OK, Dan, let's give him metronidazole 500 milligrams.

Uh, gentamicin 240 milligrams and one gram of ampicillin...

How are we going here? Everything OK?

Fine. Good. Fine.

Because there's a near drowning and partial degloving of the scalp

about to be transported.

Jack. Ah, yep. We're fine.

We're good for a theatre so he'll be out of here before you know it.

Thank you. He's not looking so good.

He's tachycardic and hypertensive. Heart rate's 124.

BP's 87 on 43. OK, run IV full bore.

We need to get in as much replacement fluid as possible.

Put up one of two units of packed cells right now.

Let's get him travelling. Mm-hm.

Move it. We don't have all day.

JACK: We're going to have to stabilise his BP in theatre.

I'll let Anaesthesia know.

Damn...

Wait for me at the lift.

Dan, where are his X-rays?

Oh. Sorry.

Naughty. The X-rays have to go with the patient.

The surgeons upstairs will need them.

I know that.

(Clears throat)

What's going on with you two?

None of your business.

ELEVATOR BELL RINGS

Have you been talking to Dan about me behind my back?

Only when I have to. Spare me.

Sats aren't improving. 85%.

Why aren't you taking her to a hospital?

We have to stabilise her before we can go anywhere.

Are you sure you're in her lungs?

We've repositioned that ET tube twice now.

Yeah, I am. She has air entry. She's got to have some pulmonary oedema.

Let's suction her. MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Hello. Hello. OK?

When this drains and her sats improve

we have to get her to hospital before the fluid builds up.

Ready? Yep.

(Gary continues talking on phone) Right, that's got it.

We need to get her moving right now. See you then. Bye-bye. Bye-bye.

There you go. I think we've finished with the monster mask.

That's better, isn't it, sweetheart?

I want to go home now, Mum.

No, sweetie. Not just yet.

What happens now?

We'll keep a close eye on her

until she's breathing comfortably on her own.

But we've got to give you some oxygen, Miss Molly.

So I'm going to put this thing in.

It might tickle your nose a little bit.

There you go. Hey.

There's my favourite girl. Are you feeling a bit better now?

Yes.

Gimme five.

Good one!

I've got someone who wants to meet you.

This teddy told me he had no-one to take care of him.

I can.

Are you sure?

Molly, what do you say?

Thanks, Uncle Sean.

Good girl.

Are you comfy there, Molly?

Yes.

That's good.

I want to borrow your mum and Uncle Sean for a few minutes. Is that OK?

We'll be just outside, OK, darling?

(Sighs)

Is she out of danger yet?

Now that we've got her breathing difficulties under control,

we need to address the mass we found on her X-ray.

And what's your plan?

I'd like to organise a chest CT scan and an MRI

to determine the exact size and location, with your permission.

When do you need to do all this?

Today. As soon as possible.

OK.

Right. I'll get it organised.

Are you alright?

Spence, wait.

What do you think we're looking at?

Until we do the tests I have no idea.

No, I know. What's your gut telling you?

Oh, mate, you know how this works.

Right now I have no way of knowing

if this mass is primary or secondary to something going on elsewhere.

What are the stats with kids? The chances of it being malignant?

Tell me it's better than it is with adults.

I wish I could.

Why don't we take this slow, one step at a time.

Believe me, I'm not rushing into anything here.

Kimberly Bray, 28 - near drowning,

head injury, partial degloving of scalp.

She was trapped underwater

by her hair caught in the intake valve of a spa.

Unresponsive to stimuli.

How long was she trapped under the water?

Exact duration uncertain but possibly three to five minutes.

Ordeal partially witnessed by a partner who's following.

OK, let's get her transferred.

OK, on three. One, two, three.

Intubated, cannulated, full spinal precautions, vital signs stable.

Keep those fluids up. Oxygen sats only 89%.

Required suctioning on-site.

Let's get her ABCs stabilised.

Dan, we just want maintenance fluids.

We don't want to overload her.

Get the monitors on her. We need to estimate the blood loss.

Tube placement's good but mild audible crackles and auscultation.

They weren't present before. I'll get a warm blanket on her.

WOMAN: Good luck. Thank you.

Oh, well, that's deep.

She could have a subgaleal haematoma.

We'll get a better look upstairs.

What are we looking at? ARDS? Not yet.

But we will be if we don't get this pulmonary oedema under control.

BP's 110 on 65. Heart rate's 89.

Oxygen sats 90% and core temp 37.

We need to clear secretions and improve those sats.

Have the ventilator on stand-by. Dan, an NG tube placed as well.

And she'll need urgent chest X-rays, C-spine and thoracic CT.

Dan.

Might be dumb, not deaf.

Chest is sounding better, but it's still wet.

We might need to use some frusemide.

Dan, we need to connect her to the ventilator.

Vent settings?

PEEP 5, pressure support 16 and oxygen at 100%.

Sean? It's fine, Dan.

Uh, this is Gary Smith. He was with Kimberly.

Oh, my God! It's OK, mate.

It's not as bad as it looks. She's in good hands.

I want you to answer a couple of questions.

Do you know if she's on any medication,

any reactions, allergies?

I'll be putting in another cannula for blood,

so ABG, FBC, UECs.

We'll do BSL and some coags. OK, sure.

I don't know. I'm sorry. Mr Smith.

Fantastic.

Ask a man who won the '88 State of Origin,

he'd know it - but ask him something important...?

Jeez, what's up your nose?

Your husband forget your wedding anniversary?

I don't know what's going on between you two and I don't care.

In here we are supposed to be professional.

So shut up and start acting like it!

I know this is distressing for you,

but it is important we get an idea of Kimberly's history.

Yes, I guess, but...

Does she have any underlying medical condition?

Not that I know of. Uh, actually, I really don't know.

Ever been hospitalised or operated on before?

Mr Smith, please? Look, I don't know, alright?!

I'm sorry.

My name's Jones, not Smith. Actually, that's a lie too.

It's neither of them. It's Russell.

Gary Russell.

Oh, damn, why did this have to get so complicated?

Look, you see, we're both married.

We work together at a real estate agency.

She's new. She's only been there a few weeks.

We'd seen each other a couple of times before

and it just sort of...

Well, I'm sure you can fill in the blanks.

So, whose place was it, yours or hers?

Neither. It's a client's place.

Oh shit! We've got an open house between 12:00 and 1:00.

I really have to go. Mr Russell!

I can't give you any personal information on Kim.

I don't know any. A business card, anything?

(Clears throat) Here.

We'll repeat it in a couple of hours

in case there's a delayed onset of oedema.

Blood gas is slightly better.

Crackles have decreased.

How'd you go with the history, Von? Uh, yes.

They're both married, not to each other.

He's only known her a couple of weeks and he was useless.

So I phoned work, I've got next-of-kin details

and I'll follow that up now.

How's that scalp wound going? Complicated.

Large skin flap, minimal blood supply.

It'll need surgical repair.

Well, I'll call Plastics and get them to review her.

I'll do it, Jack.

She'll need normal saline dressing until the Plastics review

and let's give her two grams of cefalothin.

Dan.

Yeah, not a problem.

You and I need to talk.

Molly's results back yet?

No, not yet. (Sighs)

It's frustrating, isn't it,

when you've got all the knowledge and experience

and not being able to do anything about it?

It's driving me nuts.

Waiting around for someone else to make decisions

has never been my strong point.

It's not mine either.

She's my niece, Zoe.

You're not thinking about taking this over yourself, are you?

I mean, there's a reason why we don't treat our own relatives, Sean.

There's absolutely no way we can be objective.

I know.

ELECTRONIC BEEPING

(Sighs)

Molly's scans are back.

..8936.

Thank you. Appreciate that.

(Whistles happy tune)

Morning, Dr Campion. Good morning, Bartholomew.

And a jolly good morning to you all.

Frank, listen, I've got a patient - oh, welcome back -

who fits the criteria for home care.

I'm sure you're right, Von, but first things first. Who wants a coffee?

Are you going to get them? I know where the cafe is.

I'll get them, Dr Campion. No, no, no. My shout.

OK. I'll have one. Decaf soy latte. Two sweeteners.

That's not a coffee. That's a milkshake. Write it down yourself.

Bartholomew, baby cino? (Laughs)

Uh, mochaccino. You devil, you.

Von? How do you want to desecrate a perfectly lovely cup of coffee?

Black. Short or long?

Very long, Frankie.

Ah, you're a man, aren't you? Yeah.

(Laughs)

(Sings happy tune)

Gracias. Bonjour. (Continues singing)

Frank's humming. Happily.

Is anybody else scared?

A bit.

SIREN WAILS

The mass in Molly's lungs

doesn't appear to have travelled to any other part of her body.

Are you telling me that this thing might be cancer?

We don't know if it's malignant, do we?

No.

The fact that the mass is primary and not secondary is a good sign.

Primary malignant masses in the lungs of children are very rare.

Is that why she can't breathe,

why she's so sick?

Yes.

What we do is, uh, some follow-up tests

to see exactly what we're dealing with.

More tests.

Yeah, a cardiac echo will let us know if the mass is impacting on the heart

or other major blood vessels,

but its location is what we really have to consider...

You said it was in her lungs. It is.

But there appears to be some spinal cord involvement as well.

What does that mean?

It's an operation, Jen.

You'll be doing that, won't you?

No.

Sean...

I'll be doing it.

I should live, right? Yeah.

Most of the cuts are superficial.

Some will probably need some sutures, though.

You right? Uh-huh.

I'll just grab someone to admit you. Thanks.

Cate. You free? Yeah.

Nothing complicated - just a clean-up of some minor lacerations,

removal of some glass, and then you might want to go...

Boo-boo?

Hendo, what the hell are you doing here?

Boo-boo?

Boring story. (Laughs)

This is all your fault. How do you figure that?

You know he bathroom window you always leave open

and today you decide to lock?

I shoved my little paw straight through it!

Seeing as though I haven't lived there for a year,

it was probably the new tenant who locked it!

Whoops!

(Gasps) Best I not be taking that back, then.

(Chuckles) Oh, no!

I need to get back to triage. Thanks, Ricky. Thanks a lot.

Oh, my God! (Cackles) It's so good to see you!

Welcome home. Thanks.

Well, I'll get your hand cleaned up.

Why didn't you tell me you moved?

And how the hell was I supposed to do that?

I didn't even know where you were.

Thanks for the emails, by the way. Oh, you know what I'm like.

Internet cafes - boring!

(Chuckles) Oh, it's only a flesh wound.

It's nothing.

This reminds me of old times - me cleaning up after you.

What are you talking about?

I was the tidy one when we lived together.

Oh, rubbish! I was so!

You were not. God, you've got such a selective memory.

(Laughs)

(Whistles merrily)

My God! Who brought these in?

Oh, Gabrielle. They're from her garden.

Really? They are gorgeous.

You know, Bart, I've never understood

why people grow flowers without perfume.

You might as well look at a bloody picture.

But THESE are magnificent.

I wonder if they're eglantines?

They remind me of my favourite, Bart - 'Wild Eve'.

You have a favourite flower, Dr Campion?

Oh, yes, Bart. There is a lot you don't know about me.

Go on. There's your milkshake. Oh, thank you.

Has anyone seen Zoe?

I have a patient who needs a hand sutured.

Lead on, Macduff. I am your vessel.

Really? Yeah.

I can do it, Dr Campion. No, no. No problem.

Come on.

Come on! Come on.

This way, Frank. Oh.

Did you work as a nurse overseas?

Mmm. Tried not to.

But when I was in Bermuda I ran out of money.

What? You went to the Caribbean without me?

Well, I wasn't going to wait till I turned grey, Boo-boo.

(Scoffs) More gauze, Boo-boo.

(Guffaws) You... Oops.

Is that how she got her nickname? No.

It's because... Jo, no!

Psst!

We were buying tickets for this concert, right,

and Cate leans over the counter to fix this very cute guy's tie

and ask him what he's doing later.

And he says, "Nothing."

And that's when I realise that Cate's boob had fallen out.

And it's been 'Boo-boo' ever since.

You're SO dead. Hey, hey, hey.

(Chuckles)

What happened to the whole action-girl,

paramedic, 'poop and scoop' thingy?

No, it's 'scoop and run', you idiot!

I don't know. I just needed a change.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

That's why I came home.

Well, that and I ran out of money. Yeah.

Yeah, we all need a change from time to time.

Life is far too short to be caught in a rut.

And WE are the only ones who can decide WHEN to make our move.

All done.

How cool is your boss!

Zo-Zo. Ah, Frank.

Oh, where's Everleigh? I haven't seen him today.

He's upstairs with his family.

His niece is sick.

Oh? How sick? She's got a mass on the lung.

They're not sure what it is yet, though.

Anything we can do?

No. No, there isn't.

Right, well, if you need any help covering things while he's away...

Yeah, OK.

Thanks, Frank.

I don't understand.

Why don't you want to do a biopsy

before you consider taking out whatever's growing there?

We will be doing one, but I'll do it during the operation.

Don't you need to know what it is?

Jenna, we need to remove the mass whether it's benign or cancerous.

And I don't see any reason

to put Molly through two general anaesthetics if we don't have to.

It's a good plan, Jen.

(Sighs) She's just improved so much in the last couple of days.

How can she be so sick and look so well?

She'll only look well in the short term.

As the mass grows, it'll squeeze the spinal cord.

As it continues to grow, it'll take up space

that the heart and lungs need.

And she'll continue to deteriorate until...

OK, I get the picture, thanks.

Spence will take away some of the tumour to ease that pressure.

Actually, I'm looking to take it all.

Sorry?

You said it was on her spine.

How do you get it off without causing spinal damage?

I'm not going to lie to you, Jenna. There are risks here.

Such as? Paralysis.

Is that true?

It is possible, yes.

So we should look at the other options

before we make any decisions.

What options?

Removing the section that isn't entangling the spine.

Then we're right back to square one.

The mass is likely to regrow

and Molly faces more surgery down the track.

(Sighs)

You want me to choose between endless rounds of surgery

or putting my daughter in a wheelchair.

Are you both insane? Jen...

No! Get me another option.

Next time you want to chuck an 'ollie' or whatever it is,

wear protective clothing.

BIANCA: Hey, take it easy, Kimberly. Take over here, will you?

Give her a 5ml bolus of the morphine and Midazolam infusion.

She's aspirating. Suction.

Onto it.

Vecuronium - 10mg.

Kimberly! Don't fight us, Kimberly. Stop fighting us.

Morphine and Midazolam given.

Get that Vecuronium into her now!

I can't do this. We've got to log-roll her.

We can hardly do that while she's thrashing around.

88, 87. Heart rate's 130... Jack, Jack...

Goddamn!

Vecuronium in.

(Dan gasps and pants)

Log-roll her now. I've got the head.

Just watch the placement of the tube, Dan.

OK. On my count.

One, two, three.

Give her another bolus of the morphine and Midaz.

How the bloody hell did this happen?

Let's just hope she hasn't aspirated any of that vomitus.

You screwed up my medication order.

Excuse me?

Explain to me how the hell she woke up.

Because you didn't order any sedation, that's why.

Dr Frost, if you have a problem with one of my nurses,

put it in an incident report.

I'll get another X-ray to check the placement of the tube.

SIREN WAILS

So much for taking it slow.

What happened to not rushing into anything?

A full resection is the best treatment option, Sean.

It's dangerous. You made it sound like Jenna had no other choice.

It is the only choice she has

if she wants her daughter to have a full recovery.

Mate, you'll be a hero if you pull it off,

but if you don't, my niece spends her life in a wheelchair.

I don't want to be a hero.

I just want to be her doctor without interference.

Jenna's entitled to a second opinion.

Yes, she is. But not your opinion, Sean. You're too close.

Sorry, mate. That's the way it is.

Yeah. Sean Everleigh here.

I need to speak to Oscar Wu urgently.

I just get so worried about him. This stupid spearfishing.

Yeah, I can imagine. It's quite dangerous.

Not to mention the sharks. Yeah, I know.

Oh, Bart. Mick Olsen? He's gone upstairs to theatre.

His wife Robin's on the way in, apparently.

Um, Bart...this is Robin. Mick's partner.

Oh, right. I can take you upstairs to theatre.

He should be in Recovery by now. Thank you.

This way, Robin.

I don't believe we've met. His name's Balloon.

Oh, that's a funny name. Hello, Balloon. I'm Dr Spence.

Why's he called Balloon?

His fat tummy.

Oh, I see.

Hey, Molly...

..if Balloon had something inside him that was hurting him,

making him sick,

would you like me to take it out of him?

Yeah?

And if you had something inside you

that was hurting you,

you think Balloon would like me to make you feel better?

Your mum does too.

Will it hurt? No, you wouldn't feel a thing.

You know what?

You'd go to sleep and when you wake up,

the thing that was hurting you would be all gone.

Will Mum come with me?

I'll be there when you go to sleep and when you wake up.

OK.

Sean.

I'm not feeling comfortable about this.

What?

I would feel 100 times better if you were doing it.

It's not gonna happen. Why not?

You know damn well why not.

I'm sorry. No...

I'm sorry. No, no, no, no.

You should go home for a couple of hours.

I can't.

Molly's going to need you over the next few days.

You should grab some time while you can.

Just get your head straight.

Will you be OK?

Yeah.

Just call me if anything...

I will.

Now, go on. You'll be back before she knows you've gone.

OK.

Plastics boys ready for us, Jack?

Yes.

Um, Kimberly's stable so it'll only take two of us to do an escort.

Yeah. I'll see you up there.

Why the hell didn't you tell me you were married?

Because it isn't an issue, Dan.

Maybe not to you.

What you and I get up to has nothing to do with my husband.

We have a completely open relationship.

Yeah, right.

Really. He doesn't care what I get up to.

And I don't care what he gets up to. Oh...

Oh...don't look so shocked.

Then why the hell did you get married?

Why does it matter?

We're not hurting anyone. I promise.

Oh, I'm not sure I'm comfortable with that.

Daniel...

..I know you're not a prude.

You and I - we're having fun, aren't we?

Yeah. Yeah.

We have great sex. Yeah.

(Laughs)

Let's just enjoy it, OK?

Good? Mm-hm.

Mm-hm?

Quade, I don't like intubated patients waking up.

Smacks of negligence.

You won't get an argument from me, Frank.

Now, I take it that Goldman and Frost are having a lover's tiff.

Would I be right in that? It's sorted, alright?

Mmm. Be glad when Vincent gets back.

Ah, yes, Hughes.

He'll soon be back with tales of wonder and romance

from foreign shores.

Gabby, I commend you. The place is running like clockwork.

Well, thank you, Frank.

And just for the record, it wasn't Dan's balls-up in resus...

Yes, I know, I checked the chart. Your roses are truly magnifique.

Come on, Frank, give. What happened?

Did you win the lottery or something?

Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho!

Hey, sleepyhead.

Where's Mummy?

She'll be back soon.

Did Spence make this for you?

He's clever, isn't he?

Do you like him, Molly? Yes.

Uncle Sean, am I gonna die?

No, Molly. You're not gonna die.

Toby did.

I know.

Toby had an accident.

That was very different.

SIREN WAILS

Hey.

Hey. Did you have that chat with Bianca?

Yeah. It's all good.

What does that mean?

It means...it's all good. So let's just leave it at that.

What about her husband?

He knows all about it.

Oh...she told you that?

Let's just leave it, OK? Nobody's getting hurt.

Well, Kimberly is. Her surgery's been delayed.

And now she's at bigger risk of infection.

How is that my problem?

If a doctor doesn't order a specific drug,

then the patient doesn't get it.

It's that simple.

If it was any other doctor, you would've picked the...

If it was any other doctor, Jack,

we wouldn't be having this conversation.

Are you wearing rose-coloured glasses?

Piss off, Jack, OK?

If you have a problem with my decisions

then you know where the front door is.

Fine. I'll go look for a place first thing.

Dan.

Yeah? Yeah?

What you do or don't do in your own time is your own business.

Mm-hm.

But when you bring it in here

and it starts impacting on staff and patients, it becomes my business.

Yep.

So sort this out in your own time.

Yep.

Hey, Boo-boo. I'm gonna get going. OK.

Jet lag's starting to catch up with me.

Here's my address.

Make sure you get the right house before you make yourself at home.

And you'll need this. This is called a key. Novel idea.

Most of us use them to get inside our front doors.

Ha-ha.

Hey, did you ring my old landlord

and tell him about the broken window?

What, the one the wind blew in?

See ya. Oh, bye!

Bye!

Hey, Jo is so cool.

I can't even imagine what it would be like to travel like that.

You should see her passport.

I don't even have one.

Neither do I.

I do, but it's been a while since I used it.

(Whistles happily)

Have you guys noticed Frank saying anything weird today?

Like what?

Like 'needing change', 'being in a rut' and...

..'wanting to move on'?

He's acting strange.

He smelt my roses.

I just ran into Oscar Wu.

He says he's been asked to do a neurosurgical review on Molly.

Oscar's the best neurosurgeon in the country.

You've seen the scans, Sean. There's no guesswork here.

Molly asked me if she was going to die.

I told her no.

I haven't got a clue if that's the truth or not.

Mate, it's my job to do everything I can to help Molly through this.

I can't do that - not properly -

unless Jenna and Molly trust me completely, even if you don't.

This is nothing to do with trust.

I just want to do the right thing by my family.

So do I.

I know this has been hard for you.

You don't know the half of it, mate.

Molly had a brother - Toby.

I gave him one of those mini scooter things for his birthday.

Weren't long on the market.

Week later he rode it straight in front of a car.

I'm sorry.

It was a closed head injury.

Needed boreholes to, uh...

..relieve the cranial pressure and...

His doctor thought he was making all the right choices,

convinced of a good outcome.

Jen trusted him too.

Believed every word he said.

In the end she had to make the decision

to turn off Toby's life support.

Broke up her marriage,

because she trusted, believed in that doctor.

Molly's all she has left.

Hey!

You're the guy that was in Emergency this morning

when Kim was brought in, aren't you?

Yeah, sure, yeah. How is she?

OK. We had to transfer her to ICU for closer observation.

Right, right. And her head thing's OK?

Well, they can't operate until tomorrow now

because of her respiratory status, but so far so good.

That's good news, mate. That's really good news.

But, you know, I really have to talk to her.

We've gotta get our story straight.

That nurse this morning rang the agency.

Now they're all over this with WorkCover.

Could you do me a favour and check to see if her husband's with her?

He's bigger than me. I don't want to run into him.

Can I ask you a question? How long have you been married?

Second anniversary coming up next month.

And don't tell me - you have an open relationship?

(Laughs) I do. She doesn't.

Oh.

Listen - don't get me wrong, mate. I love my wife.

And what she doesn't know won't hurt her, right?

(Laughs) Will I be able to go and see Kimberly now?

Sure.

Can you check for me? See if the husband's there?

Just tell the nurse before you go in.

No worries.

Hello. Hi there. Hello.

Look, um...I spoke to Frank.

Told him I totally screwed up about Kimberly's sedation.

Ah...

He didn't seem to be fazed in the slightest.

So, what time do you finish up?

If you give me your keys I'll keep your bed warm.

I can't do this, Bianca.

Don't get all moral on me.

It's just... I really like you, you know? I thought we had something.

Yeah, and we do! It's just...

I don't want to be that guy

that's too scared to come to the Christmas party

'cause I might bump into your husband.

He doesn't have to know who you are.

And I told you he really wouldn't care.

Yeah, but I'd care. I can't lie, Bianca.

And I don't want to keep my story straight just to suit the occasion.

Dan...

..don't do this, please.

We're so good together.

Yeah, we were, but...

..being with a married woman's not where I want to be.

It's just not who I am, so...

..I'll see you round.

(Sighs)

Smells great.

Mmm. Tastes even better.

You...cooking? Ha, ha. Funny.

(Laughs)

What's all that?

Molly's scans.

When's the operation?

Tomorrow.

Did you know Sean's niece had a brother?

Didn't even know he had a niece.

The nephew died. Head injury.

Molly's operation's gonna have a good outcome.

I can feel it.

Dr Spencer... you are an excellent surgeon.

But I can't guarantee an outcome. No-one can.

Now, come and tell me what you think this dish needs.

Cooking! Cooking!

(Laughs) It needs cooking. (Laughs)

Yeah, that's me.

Look, a friend of mine accidentally broke the bathroom window

around there earlier today and...

How much? OK.

You've gotta be kidding me.

Alright, I've tried to grant all your requests, Ricky,

but you'll have to do a lot of night shifts.

Fine by me. I love night shifts. I need a drink.

Cougars? Mmm.

I'll be in that.

You coming, Bart?

Sure am.

In fact, Boo-boo, I might even pick up the tab.

Ho-ho-ho.

Did Frank Campion just wink at me?

Yes. Order a psych consult.

No, no, no. There's something up.

He's...chirpy. Too chirpy.

And to my knowledge, he's only ever been like that once before.

Oh, when his divorce came through.

Something's definitely up, I mean...

..does anyone even know where he's been the last few days?

Does anyone even know where he was going?

Maybe he's been headhunted by another E.D.

Oh, God. He's leaving.

MAN: Hi, what can I get you?

Can I have two Bombay White Widows?

You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?

It's OK. I'll guide you through.

Um...it's two parts vodka - make it the good stuff -

and one part Cointreau, splash of white rum,

and float the cream.

Is he drinking? No...

We've all seen and heard how he's been acting today, yeah?

Hey, Von, you could ask him. You'd get away with it.

Yes, but I don't want to know.

I'm sorry, but Frank Campion does not offer to suture.

Yeah, he actually wants to buy us drinks? Something's definitely up.

Why don't you ask him, Gabrielle? You're the nursing unit manager.

No way! Are you serious? I value my life!

(Laughs) Get this into you.

What is this? It looks lethal.

There's barely a drop of alcohol in it.

That is sensational. Mmm. Sweet!

Can I borrow 50 bucks? Oh, God...

Hey, which one of those cute guys is single?

So here we all are, hey? Who's got a drink?

DAN: Yeah. Everyone?

Well, let's have another one.

The same for the whole table, thanks,

and a double scotch, single malt.

Dr Campion, are you leaving?

No, you goose. I'm getting married.

What? Married?

(Sings in French)

(Laughs)

(Laughs) Oh, my God.

Hey. Hi.

You have a really lovely family, Sean.

Have you ever agreed to, um... treat a relative, Zoe?

Have you?

This isn't about me, Sean.

I agreed to operate on a relative.

I was stupid enough to think I could pull it off too.

I'm sure you had good reasons. I did.

But believe me, when you're calling out

your own nephew's time of death...

..you can't remember one of them.

No.

Jenna can't watch another one of her children die, Zoe.

Neither can I.