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We've got five critical from the plane crash, two more en route.

Our Subacutes are near full

and the wards are having trouble clearing beds.

What about St Angela's? They're running to capacity as well.

Activate Code Red. It's done.

22-year-old male suffering multiple compound fractures to both legs.

Penetrating chest and abdominal trauma.

He's lost at least two litres of blood. Was hypertensive and...

I thought I said to clear this patient out.

We're working on it, Frank. Thought we might try stabilising him first.

We're gonna need two units of O neg, cross-match with four,

get a full trauma series of X-rays and theatre on stand-by.

You've got it. OK, he's arresting.

OK. We're clear.

Adrenaline, one milligram, and push it.

Thank you.

OK, let's hook him up to the monitors.

No, Mr Walters, you must let a doctor treat you.

I don't care about my blasted leg.

I need to find Marjorie.

Well, let's get you seen to first

and I'll see what I can find out.

I couldn't see. There was too much smoke.

OK. Ted Walters. Came in with the last ambulance.

You've gotta find her, please.

We will do that. We've just gotta take a look at your leg first.

Might have gone to another hospital. I'll check.

Thanks, Von. Yeah, alright. Let's get you into bed. Easy does it.

Mr Wilmington? Neil, come on.

I have to make sure he's OK.

I know. I can do that for you, but you need to come and lie down.

Erica, I put Ted Walters in Subacute six for you.

Hi. Neil, is it?

Hi there. Mr Walters? I'm Erica. Was he flying the plane?

I think so.

You right to call it?

Time of death 7:35.

Frank, we've got multiple traumas pulling into the ambulance bay.

We're in Code Red. Yeah. These were the last two.

They were trapped in the wreckage. They're burn victims.

I'll take over here, Cate.

Do we know how many were on the plane?

28 plus the crew - it was a small commuter flight.

COUGHING

Bianca, what have we got?

Vincent? Morning.

What the hell are you doing here?

Oh, just had enough of the Canadian snow bunnies.

Easy there, guys. Easy.

Is that true - you work here? Yeah, he does.

WOMAN: Vincent, what's happening? We're here now. We're here.

CATE: You weren't on the plane? No, no, I've just arrived.

BIANCA: This is Amy and Mark Miller.

We couldn't separate them at the site.

You mean you refused to let anyone separate them.

Mark?! (Sobs) We're gonna look after you.

But Mark, he's so still.

Just remember what I told you -

just focus on me and we'll worry about Mark, OK?

Yeah?

You two, come with me.

Morphine, 2mg IVI, and an antibiotic cover.

Metronidazole, 500mg, and a dose of ADT.

Alright. I'll page the burns unit too.

Hello, boys. (Laughs)

Hey, mate! How are ya?! You know how to make an entrance.

You can give him a cuddle later. We've got work to do.

(Clears throat) OK. What have we got?

I'm just gonna attach your arm to a monitor, OK?

OK.

Mark, we're at the hospital now.

(Sobs) He's not talking.

VINCENT: Hey, it's OK.

You've got one of the country's best emergency teams looking after you.

He's not moving or anything.

Hey, you just need to concentrate on staying still for me, OK?

Um, should I be attaching this patient to a monitor?

Yeah, you should.

Hughes, can I have a word, please?

Uh, Amy, this is Dan and Cate.

They're gonna look after you, alright?

I'll be back in a second.

BIANCA: OK - let's assess air entry and lung function,

remove what clothing we can.

Don't start with me, Frank. I've had a bastard of a morning.

They're my patients. You mean 'patient'.

Do you mind telling me why

you haven't told the wife her husband's dead?

Because she's still traumatised.

I just didn't want to make it any worse.

I needed to buy some time, for her sake.

Time for what? His condition isn't gonna change.

No, but hers might.

They've just got back from their honeymoon,

they had their whole lives ahead of them.

Now she's fused to the body of her dead husband.

I mean, the shock alone could kill her.

OK, well, we should intubate them

and separate them as quickly as possible.

No, we can't do that.

If we intubate, then tell her afterwards,

it'll double the impact of the shock.

Well, we're gonna have to tell her sometime.

I'll tell her when I think she can handle it.

OK. Well, when's that gonna be? Today, tomorrow, next week?

Jack, we need to treat the whole patient, mind and body.

Is this something you learnt in Canada, Vincent?

Believe me, my way is gonna save her

a whole lot of psychological damage down the track.

Trust me on this one.

OK.

Well, what about you?

You compromise her medical treatment by worrying about how she's feeling,

I'll have you up for professional misconduct.

Should I take that as a 'welcome back'?

NEWSREADER ON TV: Aviation authorities have yet to identify

the cause of the crash,

but say there'll be ongoing investigations.

Just confirming - a small commuter plane

has crash-landed at Kingsford Smith Airport.

The airline has not released

the names of the passengers and crew on board,

and as yet there are no details of the number of dead or injured.

Concerned relatives are asked to call this number

for further information.

Frank will be snowed under. I might go in.

Don't even think about it.

Last time I heard you were supposed to be feet up, studying.

Can I get you some breakfast?

I'm already late.

Well, you spent half the night up looking at scans.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't have kept you awake.

Spence, if you're really worried, get another surgeon to do it.

I'm not worried.

OK.

(Sighs)

I'll let you know how it goes.

You'll be great.

And give Sean my love?

I'll see you tonight. Good luck.

TV: Authorities say engine failure

was the most likely cause of the crash

and have praised the pilot for his efforts in bringing the plane down.

I thought we were gonna die. Lucky for us Vincent was there.

Yeah, very lucky.

How are you doing?

It doesn't hurt. At least...I don't think so.

We've given you some morphine,

so you probably shouldn't feel too much pain.

Let's get another cannula in, Dan, and take routine bloods -

EUC, LFT, ABG and a cross-match.

Sure.

We're gonna have to do a chest X-ray,

and I think that's gonna be a little hard considering...

We'll do it soon enough. Is it Mark?

Does he need an X-ray?

Do it. I don't care. It's alright. It's alright.

Why don't we just concentrate on you first, right?

Now, Jack just needs to know how much you weigh.

Yeah. So I know how much medication to give you.

Oh. 55 kilos, I think. That's a girl.

Vincent, I'm needed upstairs. You gonna be right here?

Uh, yeah, yeah. We should be fine.

Listen, um, thanks for helping out today.

No worries. Just get her through this.

AMY: Vincent.

Can I ask you something honestly?

Um, yeah. Sure.

Is my face burnt?

I know it's vain and silly, but...

No, it's not vain. It's not silly.

You look absolutely fine.

Thank you.

I don't understand.

Well, the airline has no listing for her.

According to them, she was never on the plane.

It's probably just a mix-up. They'll sort it out.

I've checked with all the receiving hospitals,

and I'm sorry, Ted, but there is no sign of her.

Well, she didn't just get up and walk home, did she?

Ted, is it?

Look, I'm really sorry to keep you waiting. I'm Dr Gallagher.

Why don't we take a look at your leg.

She WAS there. Look, you've gotta find her.

Uh, yes, his wife. We're having trouble tracking her down.

OK. Um, has he been sent for an X-ray?

Still waiting on Radiology.

I'll need usual bloods, plus we'll run an IV -

a litre of Hartmann's over 10 hours and we'll go with 5mg of morphine.

"10 hours"? No, no. I've gotta get out of here and look for my wife.

Easy, Ted. Easy. Listen. Is there someone Marjorie may have contacted?

Someone who could help us find her.

(Sighs) My daughter's husband got a posting up north.

We went to visit the grandkids.

We thought we'd combine it

into a sort of second honeymoon to the islands.

Well, that sounds romantic.

Yeah. She's a good woman, my Marjorie.

I don't know what I'd do without her.

Hey...he was the pilot.

Hey! You tell 'em.

You tell 'em my wife was on the plane!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I lost power. Nobody's blaming you.

I'm a good pilot. Yeah, I reckon you are.

A lot of people have you to thank

for getting them safely on the ground.

Do you have to go, Uncle Sean?

No, sweetie.

Do you want me to look after Balloon for you?

We'll be all right here waiting for you when you wake up, sweetie.

SPENCE: Sean. Jenna.

I...promised I'd read her a story first.

We always read a story before we go to sleep, don't we, sweetie?

It's OK, Mummy. I'm not scared.

No, sweetie. You're very brave.

Are you ready to go, Miss Molly?

We'll take good care of her.

We're putting all our trust in that, Spence.

Have you gone over the procedure with the rest of the team?

Yes, mate.

What about JC? Tell him to watch the respiration.

JC's all over it, Sean.

Are you sure? This isn't a textbook operation, Spence.

How do we know somebody's not gonna miss something.

Because they'll be following my lead every step of the way.

Is everything alright?

Yeah, it's...it's fine. Spence and I were just going over the game plan.

I'll see you both after the surgery.

(Softly) How much longer is this gonna go on for?

Alright. That's good. Why don't you give her the midazolam now?

Dan, midazolam, five milligrams. Check.

Alright, Amy, we're gonna give you some more painkillers

and we're gonna try and cool these burns down,

but you let me know if you start to feel cold, OK?

What about Mark? He's still unconscious. You have to help him.

Well, um, right now I just need to go and have a talk

to the rest of my colleagues about your treatment, OK?

Please don't leave me. It's OK.

Cate's gonna be here to help you. I'll be back as soon as I can.

It's alright, Amy. I'm here. You let me know if this gets too cold, OK?

So, what's the verdict?

Well, uh, those fusion burns need to be treated.

In order to do that we're gonna have to separate them.

Yep. You wanna do the amputation? Yeah, the arm, just below the elbow.

Alright - well, we'll see if she'll agree to that, and if she does

we'll try and secure her airways, keep her stabilised,

and I guess the rest we can do in theatre.

Right. So is this before or after we tell her about her husband?

Before. 'Before'?

These are just small steps, Dan.

Amy's gonna have some pretty serious emotional scarring

as well as the physical.

I'm just trying to prevent some of it.

Whatever happened to not lying to a patient?

I haven't lied, I just haven't told her the whole truth.

Is there a difference?

Why don't you just do your job and let me worry about Amy, OK?

You heard the man. (Clears throat)

Well, whatever it is you wanna do just do it,

'cause I can't stand to watch her any longer.

Dan got a little bolshie while I was away.

Mmm. Well, he does have a point.

Yeah, I know. Let's do it.

Hey, listen, Vincent - are you OK in there?

Yeah. Why? Plane crash, a bit close to home.

No-one would blame you if you wanted to hand the case over.

Thanks for your concern, Frank, but you've got nothing to worry about.

Amy, I need you to focus for a minute on what's happened.

The fire was very hot and very fast

and, uh, Mark covered you to protect you, didn't he?

Well, the heat from the fire has melted your skin - and Mark's -

and as as result, your hands and forearms are actually fused together.

I just thought he was too afraid to let go.

Mrs Miller, we need to get you apart so we can treat your other burns.

That's right - look, you've also got some smoke inhalation,

which is why you're having a bit of trouble breathing at the moment.

We'll treat that as well.

What do you want to do?

In order to separate you,

I'd like to amputate Mark's arm just below the elbow...

No, no.

You'll be intubated and you won't feel a thing, Amy.

No! No!

It's the only way. I'm sorry. We have to treat you.

You don't understand. You don't know him.

He's a musician. He won't cope without an arm.

Listen, Amy... (Coughs) Take my arm.

No, I'm sorry, we can't do that.

I'm telling you to.

There's no point, Mrs Miller.

(Whispers) What does he mean, there's no point?

(Pants) What does he mean, Vincent?

Amy...

(Sobs) Mark?

No! Hold on... I wanna see him.

(Screams) Let me see him!

(Sobs)

It's OK. She's just pulled the sats probe.

(Sobs) Tell me he's not dead, Vincent.

No!

(Sobs) No!

Get away from me. Don't touch me!

(Sobs)

No!

No, no, I don't have any bloody information,

especially not for the media!

Bloody vultures.

Well, tell them if they don't start clearing beds

I'm gonna come up there and start doing it for them.

Hello?

Yes, could you hold on a moment, I'll put you on to our spokeswoman.

Hello? Yes. Just a moment, please.

(Mumbles) I'll put you on to our spokesperson...

Where's Everleigh? It's his niece's operation today.

Page him, will you? See if he can come and help when he's free.

Oh, you're all heart.

He may need the distraction. PHONE RINGS

Oh, never mind. I'll bloody do it myself.

Bugger off.

SPENCE: Let me know whether urine output drops below 30 mils an hour.

And keep an eye on the breathing -

it's already been compromised by the tumour.

I'll stay over her respiration. You just do your thing.

(Clears throat)

Alright, little one. Here we go.

Scalpel.

I'm gonna be doing a left thoracotomy,

then retract the mediastinal contents,

then debride the tumour in the anatomical plane from C6 to T2.

(Clears throat)

An E.D. doc trying for a whirl in paediatrics, Spence?

Anxious uncle.

Hmm. Just what we need.

Is he gonna stand there for the entire procedure?

I sincerely hope not.

Mm-hm.

PAGER BEEPS

Vincent's gonna crucify me.

It's not your fault, Dan. He should have told her earlier.

Yeah, maybe, but...there's other stuff going on.

I should have thought before I opened my mouth.

"Other stuff"?

Vincent lost a partner in a plane crash.

And you think that his judgment on this case

is clouded because of that?

Well, I don't know. Maybe.

Either way, I just made things a whole lot worse.

Erica, could you get this patient here back in his cubicle

and keep him there?

Good luck. Thanks.

Sorry, Frank. He just won't listen. Mmm.

You paged me, Frank? Ah, Everleigh. There you are.

Yes, I was wondering how your niece is going.

When's her operation scheduled? It's already under way.

Oh! Oh, I didn't realise.

It's early stages. We should know something in a couple of hours.

Yes, well, she's in good hands.

Yeah. With all this going on, do you need a hand?

No, no, we've got things pretty much under control.

TED: I've gotta get outta here!

Well, uh, give me a buzz if you get stuck.

Just look after your niece and your sister, mate.

Thanks, Frank.

Don't say anything.

PHONE RINGS

Emergency.

Ted's X-ray? Uh-huh.

A non-displaced spiral fracture.

Just a broken fibula? Mmm.

Lucky. Mm-hm.

Did you find the wife?

One more place to look.

The morgue. Leave the best till last.

Everything went silent.

The engines had stopped - we were just gliding.

No-one was talking.

I wondered was everyone thinking the same thing -

you know, like, "We're all gonna die"?

Look, Ted, we can't begin to imagine what you went through.

I've never been more scared in my life.

I looked at Marjorie, thinking she'd be the same,

but she just squeezed my hand and said,

"Get a grip on yourself, you silly old bugger. Now's not the time."

Yeah...she was thinking of me.

And I was thinking of myself. Now, what does that tell you?

Ted, we still haven't been able to find Marjorie.

She's not dead.

No, we're not saying that.

Yeah, but that's what you're thinking.

You didn't even believe she was on the plane.

She's not dead. No...no way.

Look, until everyone's identified, Ted, we can't be...

Are either of you two married?

Well, we've been married for over 40 years,

so I'd know if she was dead - I'd feel it.

So if you can't help me find her, hurry up and fix my bloody leg

so I can get out of here and look for her myself.

Look at the size of this thing. Scans didn't do it justice.

How are her vitals?

BP's dropped a little but she's stable.

We need to move.

A specimen to Histo.

Are you gonna start debulking?

Not until we get a biopsy result.

If it is cancer, there may be no point.

When did he die?

Probably soon after the crash.

You lied to me.

You said you'd look after him.

I'm so sorry.

But...honestly, if we had been able to do anything - anything at all -

we would have done it.

And you went along with him.

I can't believe you did that.

Hey, guys, if you wanna leave us to talk, you know, that's OK.

It's alright. It's OK.

(Exhales) I can't live without him, Vincent.

Listen to me.

Do you think that that's what Mark would have wanted -

to hear you say that you're just giving up?

He's dead. What does he care?

He died protecting you.

He's given you that whole life ahead of you.

I can't...I don't want a life without him in it.

I know that this is gonna be tough - believe me, I understand - but...

..one day you'll realise that you owe it to him to keep going.

To be happy.

To do everything that you've promised each other you were gonna do.

Trust me on this - it will happen.

I'm not that strong. Oh, bullshit you're not.

Amy, I've spent the whole day with you.

You're stronger than you know.

Mark knew that.

Um...

..we need to intubate you now,

but before we do that, I really need to know that you're gonna be OK.

Are you?

(Sobs) OK. Good.

Well, the hospital will be issuing a statement

when all of the families have been contacted.

He's being treated for smoke inhalation

and some cuts and bruises,

but...compared to some of them, he's certainly a lucky one.

Emergency. WOMAN: Oh, Von. Me.

Well, hello Me. How are you?

Oh, I'm still pregnant.

I saw the plane crash on the news.

Did you guys receive many of the casualties.

A few. I can come in and give you a hand.

Oh, Charlotte. You want to come in and give us a hand?

(Mouths)

No, look, we're fine. That won't be necessary.

Von, I know that you're a doctor down with Sean away,

so just ask Frank.

Tell him I will do paperwork, anything. I don't care.

No, it won't be necessary. Relax.

Von, I'm going a little bit crazy here. I kind of miss the E.D. Please?

Oh, sorry, love. Gotta go. 'Bye. Von...!

(Sighs) OK.

(Sighs)

Von, my love.

I wasn't expecting you back till next week.

What's with the new uniform?

Oh, something for you to find out.

How's it going?

It's fine. She's been intubated and Jack's doing the amputation.

Good. Good.

Listen, Frank, I wanted to thank you for backing me in there before.

It was a surgical case, you're a surgeon.

That's never stopped you trying to pull rank in the E.D. before.

A very wise man made me learn the error of my ways.

I'd like to buy that wise man a drink.

He doesn't know, does he? About the baby.

No, and I'm not telling him. Is that wise?

Oh, come on, just let's get through today and then I'll deal with it.

In fact, Spence can deal with it. It's his baby.

(Spence clears throat)

SEAN: Any news yet?

We would have called you if there was.

How are her vital signs?

She's a trouper, isn't she, JC?

Yep, sure is.

Shouldn't you have started debulking the tumour?

Shouldn't you be with your sister, Sean?

I don't need somebody looking over my shoulder.

I need to be here, Spence.

PHONE RINGS WOMAN: Hello - Theatre.

Spence. Yep.

Uh-huh. OK. Thanks.

Tell your sister it's benign.

Thank you.

Scalpel. You little beauty.

Let's not get too excited. There's a long way to go.

Just gonna take him to the morgue. His family will want to ID him.

OK. Let's get her onto her back.

How's it going?

Oh, we're getting there.

Careful now.

CATE: Vincent, look at her abdomen.

What are her obs?

She's tachycardic.

Alright, Cate, set up a surgical field for me, please.

Need lots of chlorhexidine and alcohol,

lots of Kaltostat, Bactigras and combine.

You're gonna do an escharotomy?

As if the day hasn't been enough fun,

now we're gonna cut her gut open.

If we don't relieve the pressure immediately she's gonna die.

Right, Dan, I need an estimate on the percentage of burns, please.

I haven't had time to properly assess her yet.

Just give me an educated guess.

Well, uh, half her torso - that's 6% -

all of her hand and her forearm - another 6%...

He said an "educated guess", Dan, not a PhD thesis.

Um, burns to her neck 1%, so about 13%.

She's had about four litres of Hartmann's since the crash.

She weighs 55 kilos, so how much fluid

do we need to get into her in the next six hours?

4mg per kilo of weight by percentage of burns -

4 by 55 is 220, times 0.13 equals...

Her urine output's OK.

..28.6, divide that by 2 is 14.3,

so approximately 14 litres in the first eight hours.

That makes...10 litres.

"10 litres"? I think.

You think? Uh...

10 litres. OK.

Well, let's get another litre of fluid into her...

..and let's cut her open.

I was so prepared for it to go the other way.

I know, I know, I know. Me too.

She's gonna be alright.

They still have to remove the tumour, but...

Yeah.

Maybe they should...leave the part that's closest to her spine.

Maybe...maybe we should just leave it.

We've told Spence to go ahead.

No, but...that's before we knew it wasn't cancer.

If we leave it, it grows back.

If we don't, we risk her being paralysed, Sean.

We've been through this. Yeah, I know, but...

I'm scared, Sean,

and you said yourself it was an aggressive approach.

You really want to set her up for more operations now?

I don't wanna risk losing another child.

Don't make this about Toby.

Just don't.

Jenna, where are you going?

I'm going to stop Spence taking out the tumour.

You can't just walk into a theatre and tell a surgeon what to do.

Well, then, you go. You've got access.

You tell him I've changed my mind.

No.

I'm not asking, Sean.

I'm telling you - you put a stop to this now.

JC: Uh...

Talk to me, John. How's she doing?

Oh, mate, she's not coping with being under this long.

I'm really having to push it to peak requirements to maintain sats.

How's her ABG?

Uh, tending towards acidosis and her urine output's dropping.

Hang in there, little darling.

SEAN: Spence.

I'm sorry. Uh...a change of plan.

Not a good time, Sean. It's benign. Leave it.

Jenna wants you to leave it. It's not her call anymore.

I'm doing what's best for Molly.

If you can guarantee me she won't end up paralysed, I'll leave.

I can't guarantee that.

If you can guarantee she's not gonna end up paralysed, I will leave.

You'll leave now!

You get the hell out of my theatre.

Considering your age, Ted, we don't wanna give you any more morphine,

which is why we're giving you a femoral block.

Yeah, it's a local anaesthetic which will completely numb your leg

and will be pain-free, alright?

Get on with it. Less yakking, more quacking.

Now, I've spoken to the orthopaedic consultant -

he'll be down as soon as he can to put a plaster on that leg.

OK, well, BP's stable and he's tachycardic at 100 and resps are 28.

You're doing fine, Ted.

Now, I'm just feeling for a pulse. The nerve should be right beside it.

There was a great bloody bang when we hit the ground.

Everything was flying out of the lockers and there was fire, smoke.

I couldn't move.

People were screaming.

I couldn't see where she went.

OK. Nice and still. You're gonna feel a small sting.

There we go.

The last thing I remember, she put her purse in her bag,

then she shoved her bag in the locker.

Alright, let's get this done first

and then we can see about talking to a counsellor.

Don't you see? She won't be carrying any ID.

There we go. All done.

Now, that leg should feel better in about 20 minutes.

Bugger the leg.

Excuse me. Your patient, cubicle four, has gone walkabout again.

I feel like I've been chasing him all day.

Hey, that's fine. You go. We're right.

Oh, God! Food!

Oh, Ted. I'm sorry. Are you hungry? I'll organise something for you.

No, no, not me. Marjorie.

If she doesn't eat... and she needs her medicine.

What medicine, Ted? That insulin stuff.

She's a diabetic. OK. Was she wearing her bracelet.

No, says it annoys her. Oh, I should have made her.

Now no-one will know. Marjorie's right - I'm a silly old fool.

I'll get back on the phone.

Oh, careful there. Come on, let's get you back to bed.

Yep. Great, OK. I'll let them know.

Who's the attending doctor in Subacute 4?

Um, you are now, Frank.

Oh.

Same as the other one - a lot of blood behind the tympanic membrane.

Both eardrums are ruptured.

I thought he was just being difficult.

Mmm. Must have been the fuel explosion.

Look at me.

Um, he also has a possible concussion.

Sick, dizzy, uh...

Yeah, I need you to stay in bed.

Try to relax.

Clean up his cuts and then give him prochlorperazine 12.5mg IMI.

Um, I was thinking we might need a counsellor too.

Why?

Ah.

(Reads) "Burst eardrums."

Endolymphatic fistula, to be precise.

Never heard of it. I have.

Bilateral rupture of the round windows.

It's a nasty business.

Can cause a lot of problems with depth perception.

What are you - a walking textbook?

No, we had a crop-duster once who had the same condition.

Bloke nearly lost his mind when they tried to take his pilot's licence.

Excuse me. Emergency.

Do you think Neil will be able to fly again?

Probably not.

He's already feeling like this is all his fault.

Hmm. Get me 5mg diazepam and chase up that counsellor, will you?

TED: I've had enough of this!

Oh, God. Mr Walters!

I've gotta get out of here.

You can't move. You're gonna make the fractures worse.

I don't care! I just wanna go home.

What happened to Orthopaedics?

Delayed in theatre.

OK. Let's get a back slab on him in the meantime.

Mr Walters, I know you're anxious to find your wife...

I don't want to find her. Not if she's like the others.

Lying around somewhere under a sheet.

That's...that's not how I want to remember her.

Hey, don't lose heart, Ted. We're not giving up the search.

Don't you see? She must be dead.

If she was alive, they'd know she was there for sure.

She'd be giving them hell.

She's...quite a woman, is Marjorie.

Was.

I...I'm sorry.

Sorry.

Come on. Shh. No.

Is he alright?

Oh, Ted's starting to believe

that his wife might have died in the accident.

Well, if she was ever on the plane. I mean, what if she's already dead?

You think he's delusional?

Well, it doesn't have to be a delusion, does it?

I mean, if she did die recently, it could be his way of coping with it.

So, what do we do - go on humouring him?

Yes, and I'll get onto the daughter in Queensland.

OK. Cover the rest of the bones with a double layer of Bactigras.

Damn, I can't get her ring off.

It's melted into her skin. They'll remove it in theatre.

Hey, Vincent, about earlier, man...

Oh, no, look. I mean, really...

Sorry. I just...I shouldn't have put you through that.

It was a...it was pretty tough and...

..you guys just did a fantastic job.

I really appreciate it.

What - a guy can't apologise?

(Groans)

God bless and keep you.

Be my guest.

Mmm. Eugh! It was black.

Yes, that's how I usually like it.

Oh, by the way, they found your luggage.

They had it delivered to the common room.

So, anyhoo, how was Canada?

It was big. Cold.

Charlotte not in today?

No, she's got the day off.

She's gonna kick herself when she finds out she missed this action.

Yes, I imagine that she...would.

Try to stay still now, Ted. It won't be long now, I promise.

Doesn't matter anymore.

Please tell me Orthopaedics are on their way.

No, but we've got something better.

In response to one of my earlier calls,

apparently a woman at St Angela's

has whacked a doctor with her walking stick and demanded insulin.

Marjorie?

Of course it's me! Yes!

Of course I'm alive.

(Laughs) Yes, dear. Yeah.

No, no. Look, I was really worried.

Well, I couldn't. I broke my bloody leg.

I thought you said you'd checked with St Angela's.

And, of course, I was asking for Marjorie Walters,

but, oh, no, Marjorie...

..still uses her bloody maiden name.

(Both laugh) Way to go, Marjorie.

..darling. Yes, dear.

(Laughs) Isn't this great?

ELEVATOR DINGS

How's Amy?

She's, uh...she's stable. Sleeping.

Not sure what tomorrow's gonna bring for her, though.

Yeah.

And then jet lag kicks in.

You should go home.

Have a nice, hot bath, sleep for a day or two.

You know, I was actually thinking of getting a drink,

maybe catching up with some friends.

Blame exhaustion should you choose to misbehave.

(Laughs) That's a good one.

JENNA: But she's gonna be OK?

There's every chance she'll make a full recovery.

For the next 24 hours she'll be sedated, medically paralysed,

and we'll keep her on the ventilator.

This is to give the spinal column time to recover.

We don't know how Molly will come through this until we wake her up.

So we just wait?

Yes.

I'll come back in the morning and check up on her.

Right now, she's in good hands.

Hey.

For Molly's sake, I hope you were right.

So do I, Sean.

So do I.

What on earth are you doing?

It's stopped.

They've actually stopped ringing.

Go home, Jaeger. This place is getting to you.

Hey, um, was that the pilot?

Yeah, you wonder if you could ever get over a thing like that.

Uh, hey, we haven't met.

Oh... Vinnie, Gabby.

Vincent. Gabrielle.

I look forward to working with you. Yeah, likewise.

Frank, how about it? You wanna buy me that welcome home drink?

I believe it's your shout. (Chuckles)

Oh, hey.

Long day.

Yeah, you said it.

Dan, you know I have no regrets about what happened between us.

How could you? I'm sensational.

If you do say so yourself.

I just wanna make sure it's not gonna cause a problem

between us working together.

No, of course not. No problem.

Good. Glad to hear it.

Absolutely. Good. Ready?

Hey. Can I buy you a drink, Doctor?

I know I could do with one.

Nah.

Molly's tumour was benign, right?

So that's good news.

So you should be celebrating.

I shouldn't have let Spence do the operation.

The tumour had to be removed.

No, it didn't.

There were other options - could've reduced it.

And Jenna gave her consent. I mean, it wasn't your decision.

I should have been stronger.

I should have made her realise what she was consenting to.

You have to forgive yourself for Toby.

You've gotta let it go.

Frank getting engaged! You sly bastard - what was Eve thinking?

Who would have guessed? Frank with a gorgeous jazz singer.

I have always been partial to a bit of jazz.

Well, you know, this is gonna have to be an engagement present, then.

(Exclaims)

There we are. (All exclaim)

That's beautiful!

Don't be stupid. It's too small. What a surprise, eh?

So, who's the new doctor?

Don't even think about it, Jo.

(Giggles)

Hey. Hey.

You wanna go out later? You know, dancing.

Uh, I would love to, but maybe some other time. Not tonight.

OK. I'll hold you to that.

(Laughs) Boo Boo, where are we going?

Oh, I dunno, Jo. I've had a rough day.

Well, I've had a fabulous time. Night-night.

WOMAN: See ya, Von. MAN: Righto.

(Sighs) If I was just a bit younger.

So, um, where's Charlotte?

I mean, it's not like her to miss a drink.

Who's up for a game of pool?

Yeah, I'll... Me too.

Frank, same again? Yep.

No, this is a great hat. Thank you.

Um, Frank, what the hell's going on?

What? Is Charlotte alright?

Charlotte? Yeah, she's just taking time off, that's all - resting.

Charlotte's 'resting', is she?!

You expect me to believe that?

No.

Remember when you left, you told me to look after her?

Yeah.

Well, there may have been a window, a small window...

Frank, will you just spit it out? I'm tired and I'm jet...

She's pregnant...to Spence.