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SIREN WAILS

What have we got? Penetrating chest trauma.

Whoa! You can say that again.

OK, sports fans, I need someone either side

to keep that glass stable.

Who is he? Jerry Walton.

Mid-30s. Found unconscious at scene.

Intubated. Two large-bore IV cannulas inserted.

Whoa! Put some pressure on that!

This guy's a bloody pin cushion. What happened?

He's a window cleaner.

Lost control of his harness coming down the outside of a block of flats,

ended up ploughing into a window.

It's an interesting way to make an entrance.

BP's 70 on 45,

heart rate's tachy at 120

and oxygen sats are 95% on 100% O2.

He's throwing off PVCs.

If that glass has penetrated the heart,

it my be irritating the myocardium.

There he is - one very lucky window cleaner.

How do you figure that? Could have fallen five more floors.

Whatever happened to safety glass?

It was an Art Deco job. Lovely high ceilings.

OK, people, let's do the transfer. On three.

And one, two...

Hang on. Just make sure everyone's in sync first.

We don't want to move that glass one millimetre.

No, boss.

Ready? We right?

On three. And one, two, three.

Oh, smooth as silk.

Cardiothoracics are on stand-by.

Need trauma pads. Some pressure down here, please.

I'll get the trauma pads. Er, O-neg blood?

Yeah, two units, thanks.

Looks like there's an active bleeder in there.

OK, we've got decreased air entry on the left side.

X-rays?

Let's just stabilise him first before we get him up to Radiology.

Easy, tiger, you're not the registrar yet.

Why don't we live as dangerously as this guy?

Let's forget about the CT and the X-rays.

Let's just get him straight to theatre, alright?

Come on, guys, come on. Let's go with the flow!

(Laughs) "Live dangerously"? "Go with the flow"?

Right, I'll be there in 20.

OK. 'Bye.

How's Molly?

No movement isn't necessarily bad news. Yet.

Is that what you're gonna tell Jenna?

I am going to tell her that temporary paralysis

isn't uncommon when you're cutting a tumour off a spinal cord,

especially in paediatric cases.

Why? What would you want to hear?

Sweetheart, the truth.

Especially when my brother's a neurosurgeon.

And so far it is the truth.

This is my last shift at the hospital.

I want to go out on a high note.

Don't I?

I thought I might come in today.

Why?

Because Vincent needs to know that you and I are pregnant.

And I should probably be the one to tell him.

I'm the bloke. It's my job.

Oh, God, don't get all Neanderthal on me.

You have enough on your plate

without having to deal with my ex-husband.

Uh-uh-uh. Woman, rest. Man, talk Vincent.

How's it going, JC?

He's on his sixth unit of O-neg

and we've got him on full-strength dopamine.

OK, we need to isolate the site of the haemorrhage

so he won't exsanguinate.

You're not gonna wait for Cardiothoracics?

No, why would I want to hang around all day

trying to catch a glimpse of our patient

over somebody's very important shoulder?

So you're not gonna consult with them at all?

I reckon we should see how far we can go, get them if we need them.

Well, that is fine by me.

Welcome home, Dr Hughes. Thank you very much, Dr Cotter.

It's a pleasure to be here.

Did they put you on Valium drip in Canada?

The Vincent I know would have had cardiothoracics lining the walls.

Well, this Vincent wants to see how much glass we can get out of the guy.

Morning.

Look at this. My favourite patient's off the ventilator.

She hasn't moved yet.

She woke a few times in the night and knew it was me, but...

She's breathing by herself. That's a huge step forward.

Look, I know this seems like an eternity,

but it's been less than 24 hours

since she had a major operation,

and...her vitals are excellent,

which means she's making progress.

Spence...

..is she going to walk again or not?

Look, it's really too early to tell, OK?

But it's definitely one of the outcomes we expect.

What exactly are you saying, Spence?

Will she walk again or not? I can't speculate.

I want to know!

I expect her to make a full recovery.

Really?

Really?

Sean, did you hear that?

Yeah. Yeah, I did.

Nothing's gonna happen in a hurry.

Molly will respond when she's ready.

So why don't you, you know, do something for yourself?

Get some fresh air, something to eat.

Sure.

She's going to walk.

Thank you, Spence.

You know...as an uncle,

I might not know what the hell I'm talking about...

..but as a surgeon,

I know there's a fine line between optimism

and an outright lie.

Right the first time, Sean -

you don't know what you're talking about.

SIREN WAILS

KANE: Right, this must be the place.

MANNY: That must be her.

Just pull up over there, Kane.

Come on, let's grab the gear.

That her, you reckon?

Caller said it was a young woman who'd crashed her bike.

She's not exactly dressed for throwing her leg over.

No leathers, and I can't see a helmet anywhere.

Hello. Miss, you OK?

Hi. My name's Manny.

What's yours?

Miss, can you hear me?

Can you see me? Yes, I can see you.

What's your name?

Paula.

But everyone used to call me Pauly.

OK, Pauly.

Let's have a look at that arm, shall we?

You don't have to do anything for me.

Let us be the judge of that, OK? Were you wearing a helmet, Pauly?

I don't need to. Did you bump your head?

It might explain why you're feeling a little strange.

I'm not feeling strange.

I'm not feeling anything.

I'm dead.

OK, this is Pauly, who used to be 19 and whose surname no longer matters.

What are you talking about? Fell off a motorbike.

No apparent loss of consciousness, suspected wrist fracture,

a methoxy whistle for pain was offered but declined.

Sorry I'm late. Take her through to Acute.

Kane, can I have a word?

Don't do that, Pauly. There's a good reason that's been put on.

I don't need any of this.

FRANK: Any reason why she knocked back the whistle?

She doesn't feel pain, Frank. She's dead.

That's what she told us, anyway.

Head injury or psych case?

Not sure. But if anyone can bring her back to life, you can, Frank.

Hello, Pauly. I'm Dr Campion, but you can call me Frank if you like.

You can see me too, can't you? Yes, I have special powers.

Now, I just need to look into your eyes.

Good girl.

You see a lot of pain, don't you?

Well, actually they look fine.

I wasn't talking about me.

You see a lot of pain.

Yes, well, it's a hospital, Pauly.

Not here at work. Mmm.

Now, I know that your surname's not very important,

but we need one for our files otherwise our computers will blow up.

So can you tell me what it is? Sure.

It was Davis. Mm-hm.

Not everyone can see me.

You must be one of the special ones. Mm.

Yeah, that's what he keeps telling us.

Where do you live, Pauly?

I don't live.

Where were you when the sun came up today?

Where I used to live. And where's that?

125 Paradise Street, Mays Hill. Thank you.

Flick-pass this to Von, will you? She may as well earn her keep.

Alright. Head CT?

Yep, and X-ray the wrist, toxicology screen

and bloods for FBC, UEC.

Yep.

You don't feel alive either, do you?

What?

It all feels kind of empty, doesn't it?

I'm just gonna go get your X-ray organised.

Ah. The vessel's only partially transected.

Right, so we retract. Clamp.

There you go.

And another clamp.

Had a chance to chat to Charlotte?

No.

You know she's on leave.

Yeah.

Alright, Jack, what's next?

Alright, Jack, first up?

Er, we need to cauterise these small vessels.

I had a go on laparoscopic surgical simulator while I was in Toronto.

It was just incredible, you know? Not like the old stuff.

You could actually feel the tissue. It was so extraordinary.

Look out, we're gonna get another one of those

"Canada is so amazing" stories.

You know, of all the things I missed around this place,

I've got to say that your dynamic sense of humour

just wasn't even on the short list.

Oh, well, it mustn't have been much of a list.

(Belches) Ooh.

God. Excuse me.

Er...oh, Melanie made Mexican last night.

How is Mel? Poor suffering woman.

She still putting up with your cheap gags?

Well, she, er, was going to invite you around

when she heard you were back

but I told her you were a bigger pain in the arse than before

so we decided to give it a miss.

(Chuckles)

Hey, muffin. Uncle Sean.

I want you to do a big favour for me, OK?

I want to see if you can wriggle your toes for me.

OK.

Are you wriggling? Yes.

OK, one more time.

Big wriggle!

Good girl.

Will I be able to play soccer next week?

You might have to get a little bit stronger first, darling.

How's he holding up, JC? Er, still good.

Alright, let's extract those blood clots.

How are those two gorgeous girls of yours?

Oh, outside of Mel, they're the best things I've ever done.

You should try it yourself.

Maybe I will.

(Sighs) Er, guys?

Is it getting really...?

John! Vincent.

John, can you hear me?

John.

Can you check the expiratory tube, please?

John, can you hear me?

Vincent.

I haven't got a pulse. Hit the arrest button!

Vincent, these clamps have to be removed in 20 minutes.

Just remove the blood clots. (Doubtfully) OK.

Get a trolley in here!

Spence. Vincent?

Just hold the lift for me.

Is that John Cotter? He just collapsed.

We've given him one round of adrenaline. He's in VT.

He was complaining of heartburn through the procedure.

But I think it's acute myocardial infarct.

How long has he been down? About 10 minutes.

Sorry, I've got to go. Jack's up there on his own.

OK. I'll take over, Vincent.

Spence! Get in here. You're mine.

Welcome back.

You and I have got some catching up to do.

My God, JC. What happened?

Adrenaline, 1mg. Sotalol... What happened?

Dan, adrenaline!

Charging at 360.

MACHINE WHINES

Clear.

VT. Resume compressions.

Want bloods for cardiac enzymes. Adrenaline in.

CK-MB, troponin, FBC, UECs, OVG, serum lactate.

Got it.

Charging again, 360.

He was with me in theatre yesterday. Seemed fine.

Hmm.

Clear.

VT. Dammit. Come on, JC!

Charging, 360.

This way, Pauly.

But I want to watch.

Come on.

JACK: OK, scissors, please.

How's JC?

Er, he's in Resus.

Frank's looking after him.

Just about to inject some heparinised saline

to dissolve any small clots.

Any problems? Not so far.

You happy with what you've done?

Yeah. I've been solo before.

It's all yours. I'll scrub up.

Vincent?

Is JC gonna be OK?

Time of death - 11:33.

I'll tell Melanie.

CTs and X-rays for Paula Davis.

Good.

Oh, Frank, I got a contact number from that address you got from Paula

but it's just going into message bank.

Frank?

John Cotter just died.

I...just saw him this morning.

Anyone spoken with his wife?

Yeah, I just did. She's on her way in.

Right. What have we got here?

Mm-hm.

No break in the wrist. No head trauma.

Could it be shock? Need to be a bloody big one.

Yeah, but she's too calm.

It's almost like she's waiting for us to get it,

whatever the hell 'it' is.

Mmm.

Get a psych consult. See if she's got a history.

Someone you cared about just died, didn't they?

Don't be sad. Death isn't something to be sad about.

Is that so?

You feel like that

because you see what death does to the people left behind,

not what happens to the person who dies.

It's not sad.

It's not anything.

It's a beautiful nothing.

You came off your bike this morning, didn't you, Pauly?

Does your wrist hurt where you landed on it?

Mmm.

How can it if you're dead?

I still get some of the old feelings because he won't let me go.

Who won't let you go?

Brett.

Who's Brett?

My brother.

He doesn't have anyone to love either.

So I've decided to go back to nursing.

Well, sort of.

I'm gonna do casual work where I can.

I mean, Cougars can only offer me,

like, two shifts a week or something.

Who the hell can live off that?

Hey.

Ready to show me where the inner circle of hell is?

Admin.

Come on, let's go.

Hey, Bart. Oh, hi, guys.

Dr Campion. Homer!

What brings you to these parts?

I'm on the Psych rotation, remember?

I was told you needed a consult.

And your supervisor sent YOU?

Well, Kristen said if I needed a second opinion to call her.

So what have we got, Dr Campion?

We've got a girl who believes she is no longer living.

I've looked deep into her eyes

and she's convinced that she's dead.

Well, there's no history of her.

I suppose she could have been seeing her own psychiatrist.

Or still undiagnosed. Hmm.

Excuse me. Um, I just got a message. My sister's in here. Pauly Davis.

Sorry, Paula Davis.

Uh, yes. I'm Von Ryan. I left the message.

Yeah, I'm her brother, Brett.

I've been out looking for her. I'm sorry. Is she OK?

Yeah, she's not badly hurt. The doctor's with her now.

Do you want to just make your way to the door and I'll get some details.

Your sister's a very lucky girl.

Oh, you reckon?

I've seen motorbikes do much worse.

I'm just pissed off with myself for not watching her properly.

She's never stolen anything before.

Stole the bike?

Yeah. She doesn't even know how to ride it.

Why would she suddenly start stealing?

We had a fight...over nothing.

Your sister's demonstrating very unusual behaviour.

Is there any history of mental illness in the family?

Is she saying she's dead?

Yeah.

Yeah. Started about a year ago.

Well, what happened a year ago that might have caused it?

It was her cat.

She adopted this mangy old cat and it got run over.

The next day when I made breakfast, she didn't want it.

She said she didn't need to eat,

said her stomach had dissolved.

Can we go back a bit to before the cat?

Uh, what was she like then?

Um, she was never really very social or anything.

She didn't go out

or eat

or change her clothes.

She used to just cry all day.

Well, it sounds like your sister was suffering from depression.

Mmm, that's what they said. They?

The doctors I took her to.

So she was seeing a professional.

Yeah, well, I think you have to when that happens.

When what happened exactly?

When Mum and Dad died.

Four years ago.

It was a head-on.

How old was Paula?

15. We both were.

Are you twins?

I'm 20 minutes older.

Your sister's saying that she can't feel anything.

Yeah, she's not faking. She's not mad either.

She's, um...

She's in another dimension.

Paula, you can't be in here.

Why does he have all these things in him?

He's dead. He doesn't need them anymore.

You can't touch the body, Paula. Come on.

I want to stay here. No.

Paula, come on, out you go. No.

Brett! Pauly!

I want to show you something. What?

It's beautiful. You'll see. No, Paula.

Back to bed, please.

Your brother's here to see you. No!

I want Brett to see for himself what it's like,

how wonderful it is.

Please, it's me in there.

He has to let me go.

Come on.

I just spoke to Molly's grandmother.

She's really looking forward to seeing her.

When do you think she'll be able to travel?

I wouldn't make holiday plans just yet.

Why?

What's happened?

Truth is, Jenna, I expected to see more improvement in Molly by now.

You said she was improving.

Mmm.

But she's down to half the original dose of sedation

and since she's responding verbally...

(Clears throat)

..we should see some movement.

What are you telling me, Spence?

She's not going to walk?

I still hope she will.

You hope?

But we should be preparing ourselves...

We? You mean, Molly and me?

WE should be preparing ourselves, not you!

How bad could it be?

There could be some degree of permanent paralysis.

There's no conclusions here. We don't know.

Why did you lie to me about her making a full recovery?

I didn't lie to you.

I just felt there was some...

I don't care about your feelings!

You either think I'm an idiot who doesn't understand

or a child who needs protection.

I think neither of those things. I want you out.

I won't give up on her. Neither should you.

What did he say?

He decided to tell me the truth.

Which was?

You sat here this morning and did nothing

while he told me Molly would walk again.

I'm not Molly's doctor.

I was prepared for bad news, I could have coped with it,

but you made me think it was gonna be alright.

You knew the risks, Jenna.

Spence explained them to you. So did I.

Don't! Jenna, listen to me.

Go! Medically it was the best option.

I don't know what's worse -

him lying to spare me

or you shutting up to spare yourself.

So, what does this mean? Is she suicidal?

Well, if she believes she's already dead, I think she's way beyond that.

Has she had any counselling?

They've had some experience with counsellors

when they were much younger, but Paula reacted badly,

so that put 'em off.

Is Brett the only carer?

Oh, they lived with an aunt and uncle for a while.

But they couldn't handle Paula -

I mean, she was out of control, setting fires.

Screaming all the time. How awful.

Yeah. When they were 16, they moved out on their own.

16? So he's been looking after her all this time?

Yep, and working and paying bills.

Jeez, that's a big responsibility.

And one he shouldn't have to have.

Paula's toxicology's clear,

and the FBC shows that there's been no recent infection.

So, Homer, what are we dealing with?

Um...I might have to get my supervisor in on this, Dr Campion.

Oh, Homer, and there I was thinking you were the font of all knowledge.

MAN: Frank?

JC?

Most probably a myocardial infarct.

We called it 30 minutes after you brought him down.

Does Mel know? She's on her way in.

He was just talking about her.

I'll tell her that.

How'd you go upstairs?

Um...uh, I mean, it was fine.

I didn't have to leave as soon as I did.

You know, I mean, Jack was amazing up there.

Wouldn't have made any difference if you'd stayed, Vincent.

Melanie Cotter's here, I put her in the quiet room.

Right, I'll be right there. I'll talk to her Frank.

I was there when it happened.

Why don't we both go?

Have you spoken to Charlotte yet? No.

Spence? No.

Don't wait too long - it's his last day.

Um, Frank told Vincent the news. What news?

Charlotte, Spence and the baby. What's that got to do with Vincent?

Well, for starters, it can't have been easy

working here with his ex-wife.

Oh, who's working here with their ex-wife?

Oh, no...

No, you're right.

I don't wanna know.

Charlotte's his ex-wife? Yeah.

And it gets better. Spence and Vincent - best mates on Timor.

Oh, it's the classic

ex-is-pregnant-to-his-best-mate story.

Yeah.

And Vincent's been in Canada until yesterday,

so he didn't know, which makes it worse.

(Laughs) I love this place.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

That as bad as you thought it was gonna be?

Never said it was going to be bad.

Just...a waste of time.

And it was.

How that psychiatrist could see me but so not get me!

Well, Pauly, she's not the only one.

I mean, I can see you. So can Von.

And Frank.

'Cause you guys are healers - you see what you need to.

And what about your brother? How come he can see you?

Well, he's why I'm still here.

Otherwise, I would've moved on completely,

like that other guy today.

Did you know him?

Yeah.

So, how does it work?

I mean, is Brett stopping you in some way?

He...won't accept that I'm dead, and start living his own life.

Why does he have to accept it?

He just does.

He has to let me go.

So, Pauly, you're dead, right?

Yeah.

Do you eat?

Sometimes. Makes Brett happy.

Do you sleep? Dream?

(Earnestly) You're not living the life you think you should.

(Half-laughs) I'm doing exactly what I want to.

Mmm, my brother thinks that about himself too.

He's pretty straight, but you and he would be good together.

He's forgotten what it's like to live too.

Our 'ghost' is trying to set me up

with her brother.

Bit young, isn't he?

Just a little.

Hey, Von, have you said anything to Pauly?

I'm really not in the market right now.

(Laughs) No, no, I mean,

for someone who's crossed over to the other side,

she certainly seems pretty perceptive

about what goes on here on earth.

What are you two jabbering about?

Mysteries of the universe, Frank. Oh, God.

Oh, look, here comes our expert on mysteries of the mind.

Have you and your boss come up with anything?

Paula has a rare condition called 'Cotard's syndrome'.

It's a nihilistic delusion stemming from depression.

The patient's increased isolation during depression

leads them to the psychotic belief that they've already died.

Some sufferers claim they don't have muscles

or their heart's stopped beating.

90% are women.

Good. Thanks for the lecture.

So, how do we help her?

Well, there's been some success with certain meds, ECT.

Well, he definitely needs an out and he's not gonna ask for help.

Hmm, he's in a dark place too.

Then you and Von will have to show him the light.

BRETT: Cotard's?

Oh, well, at least it's got a name.

Look, she's never gonna buy it.

I've told her heaps of times that she's not dead.

She's always got a comeback.

I could explain it to her for you.

And he can be very persuasive.

Look, the sooner we intervene, the better.

I mean, she could've hurt someone

with that motorbike this morning, she could've killed herself.

And this is as important for you as it is for her.

Oh, I'm doing just fine.

I don't think so.

And she won't get better unless you let us help you too.

Can we just go in and see her?

Come on.

I'm gonna stay around here a bit longer tonight.

I'm not sure when I'll be home.

Is that OK with you?

Yeah. You OK? How's your tum?

Good.

Yeah, me too.

See ya.

Just been looking for you.

Jack tells me this is your last shift.

It was a six-week attachment.

So, what happens to Molly?

I'm not gonna walk away from Molly until she can walk away from me.

Alright?

What's going on in there is not normal. And you know it.

So let's be honest.

I need to know exactly what you told Jenna.

You know that's confidential. You're not Molly's next of kin.

If your sister wanted you to know what I said, she would've told you.

Enough with the uncle-versus-doctor bullshit!

You get to go on with your life after today, Spence, as normal.

My family doesn't have that luxury.

I need to know what's going on with Molly.

(Sighs)

I told Jenna I was expecting more motor and sensory responses by now.

And we should be preparing ourselves for the fact that

her condition may not improve at all.

(Sighs)

Great!

Have a nice life.

What is it about me that pisses you off so badly, Sean?!

If I had to pick one reason,

you're unpredictable.

And when you're dealing with people I care about,

that pisses me off.

What would you have done in that operating room

if it was you instead of me?

Probably the same thing you did.

But I wouldn't have stood beside that bed this morning

and given her mother false hope.

No. Tell them there's nothing wrong with me.

They're here to help you, Pauly.

I don't expect these people to understand.

But you know me. You're the reason I'm still around.

You're condition's rare, but we have treatment options.

No! Look, maybe we should stop all this.

We can make you better. Let me go.

I want to go. Look, just stop it!

FRANK: Whoa, whoa, whoa, let's calm down for a minute.

Pauly, you have all the power in this situation.

Nobody can make you do anything

or try anything that you don't want to try.

But you can choose to make your brother's life

just a little bit easier.

He doesn't have a life.

You talk him into getting one, and I'll do whatever you want.

Excellent. Brett?

Brett!

Brett!

This treatment, what is it?

Well, first, it would involve medication,

which can be of very great benefit.

Well, she's been on medication before.

It made her feel worse. Yes.

Well, there's more than one possibility

when it comes to medication.

And then she would need some counselling, of course.

Why? She's found a way to cope.

But it's a delusion... Does that matter?

Yes, it does... To you.

Look, I haven't got it that bad!

It used to be a lot worse.

You never saw the dark places that she'd go into

when she was depressed.

She's more alive now than she was then.

Believing that she is dead somehow lets her live.

A little. How can I send her back to that?

If she has any chance of happiness,

these bad feelings that she's been covering up must be dealt with.

She'll be in very good hands.

Nah. Nah.

Before she thought she was dead, every time she left the house,

I never thought she'd come back.

Every time that she was quiet in her room by herself,

I thought she was doing something to herself.

I can't go back there.

We're going home.

I thought you were Sean.

Have you seen him?

I just bumped into him outside.

Is there some way I can page him?

I can do that for you.

Jenna, I want to apologise.

I should've trusted you with the whole truth.

I thought I was doing the right thing by keeping you optimistic.

Maybe I don't wanna face up to what could happen to Molly either.

I am sorry.

I'll go and page Sean.

You know, I practically accused him of being a bad doctor.

He knows how upset you are, Jenna.

No.

It's because of Toby.

He blames himself for the operation.

He's never forgiven himself for what happened...

..even though there's nothing to forgive.

It was me who insisted he operate.

He operated on Toby?

And he's spent the last eight years telling himself

he should've left it to someone else.

I was paged, told to meet Spence. Have you seen him?

No, I haven't seen him.

What's happened? Jenna wants you upstairs.

Is there any...? Still no change.

Sean?

I'll be up in a minute... Uh, there's some things we need to talk about.

Decisions we should make on how we should proceed from here on in.

OK, you need to fill that out.

Sign there and down there.

Can you just tell me one thing, Brett?

Is it Pauly having counselling that worries you

or is it Pauly getting better?

Don't know what you're talking about.

I think your sister does.

Somewhere in that delusion,

I'm sure she knows what looking after her is doing to you.

She needs me.

And you...need her just as much, don't you?

(Half-chuckles)

It's called co-dependency.

You see, if Pauly's cured,

then you don't have a role to play anymore.

Up until now, you've been Pauly's carer, the good boy,

the responsible brother.

And that means, well, you've never had to worry about what you want.

Like, "Am I doing a job I like?

"Should I have gone to uni? Will I ever meet someone?"

None of that matters because you look after you sister.

And you've helped her...up until now,

but if you go on this way,

you will only end up hurting her.

And yourself.

Finished?

HEART MONITOR BEEPS REGULARLY

JENNA: There you are.

You OK?

Sean...

I'm sorry.

I did the best I could for Toby.

I did everything right.

He...he just couldn't be saved.

I know.

What is it?

She moved.

What? Molly?

Do that again for Uncle Sean. Come on, sweetheart.

What's going on? She squeezed my hand.

Spence...

Did you feel that? Yes, I did.

(All laugh happily)

Mummy?

(Overjoyed) Molly...hello!

Hello.

(Cries happily)

I've referred Paula to a health clinic.

Inside here are contact details of services of carers.

And...my number's in there too.

Just in case.

Look, what I want, it's not important.

One day, maybe, but not right now.

Well, at least they've got each other.

And at least he took the envelope. Mm-hm.

But how come a dead person gets to go home and I don't?

Only the good go home early, Frank.

Well, that must be why I'm not here on my Pat Malone.

Oh, ho.

Vincent, that window cleaner you patched up...

It was hardly a patch-up job, more like a work of art.

Yeah, well, um... the cops are here to see him.

He wasn't a window cleaner after all. He was a break-and-enter.

What happened to the old-fashioned jemmy?

(Laughs)

Time to talk? I guess so.

SPENCE: JC had two kids, didn't he?

VINCENT: Two girls. Still in primary school.

Poor bloke. Yeah.

You know, when it happened, I just had this flash

like, "Could've been me."

Yeah, I know what you mean.

This is your last day, I hear.

I'm still following through on a patient,

but, officially, yes, it's my last day.

What's next? More Medecins sans Frontieres?

That's well and truly on the backburner for the moment.

Other priorities.

So Frank said.

Charlotte wanted to tell you herself.

She got this crazy idea you might've freaked out.

Do you love her?

I need to know, Spence.

Yes, I do love her.

CATE: So have you got brothers and sisters?

Mm, two.

OK. Oh.

To JC.

ALL: JC!

Never really knew him, but he always smiled when you saw him.

Hey, how's Sean's niece? Is she gonna be OK?

Molly's gonna make a full recovery by the looks of it.

Well, that's fantastic.

I wonder where they are. They should be celebrating.

Not if Spence is having words with Dr Hughes.

Did he mention anything about Spence or Charlotte in theatre today?

Yeah, just would not shut up about them.

Yeah? He was crazy.

As if. As if what?

As if he wouldn't tell or as if you wouldn't ask.

As if it's any of our business.

Well...

That's right, I'd forgotten about them.

Mmm... Who?

Cate and Vincent. They used to be together?

What's up your bum?

Nothing a stiff drink wouldn't fix.

So have a drink!

You know, we have cause to celebrate.

Yeah. We're working together again.

Your bestie's back in town.

It's all on track.

Yeah, you're right, that is cause to celebrate.

Well, here...it's on me.

My gosh. It's about time you bought me a drink. (Laughs)

(Vincent and Spence laugh)

(Spence slurs) All the skills of a surgeon

as he slips the key so skilfully into the door.

(Both giggle)

VINCENT: Come on. Shh, shh, shh.

Pregnant woman. Shh, shh, shh.

(Drops keys) Oh, shit.

Hello, baby.

Do you have any idea what time it is?

If I had a dollar for every time I heard her say that...

Bed! Where'd he go?

Where are you going? Spence!

Hey... (Whispers incoherently)

He's got a girlfriend. (Repulsed) Oh.

She's Canadian!

Bed... Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Charlotte?

Vinnie?

I'm very happy for you.