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No problem.

OK, we have an MRU call-out. What's the story?

A worker fell from some scaffolding,

landed on a bolt and it's embedded in his head.

And he's still alive? Yep.

You up to this? Absolutely. Look, I know, Frank.

It's not like the ED where everything's laid out for you.

I'm good with that.

You don't mind playing second fiddle to that great galoot?

He has the surgical experience.

Well, then, may the fear of God be with you.

Oh, thank goodness you're here.

He was up there and he's fallen. Look where he's landed.

Alright, guys. This is Abe.

Hey, Abe, I'm Dr Quade and this is Dr Beaumont.

Mind if I don't get up?

Mate, it's a bit rude but I'm sure we can let you off.

(GROANS)

You right? Yeah.

How are his obs? Holding.

He's tachycardiac and a little hypotensive

but that's to be expected.

Abe, I'm gonna chat to Rescue

and see what we can do about getting you out of here.

You right to hold the fort? Sure.

OK, listen, guys, I know it's your friend

and you're very concerned for him

but what I need you to do is clear off and make some space.

MAN: Come on, boys. Get back a bit.

Alright, Abe, we're gonna take care of you, OK?

How's that pain? (GROANS) Not too bad, considering.

How long before you can get me out of here?

Um... we're not too sure at this stage, mate.

(SHIVERS)

Cold? Yeah.

Alright. Hey, can I get another blanket, please?

Sure. I'll get one.

Alright, Abe, we'll get you some morphine, OK?

You know what you're doing? Absolutely.

Good.

'Cause I can't die.

Not today.

This is Scott Griffith, 33-year-old resident of a nursing home,

found on the floor of his room.

What happened? Nobody knows.

He's been in a coma for weeks

and this morning one of the staff found him next to his bed.

How long was he on the floor? I don't know.

Could have been hours. I remember him.

He was here a couple of months ago.

He and his wife were trying to have a baby on the IVF program.

Yes, hello? Yes, it's Frank Campion here.

Yes, I'm All Saints' Director of Emergency Medicine.

Now, we have just had a patient arrive from your fine establishment

who apparently has spent God knows how long on one of your floors.

(MURMURS INDISTINCTLY) Scott Griffith, that's right.

Would you like to shed any light on how a comatose brain injury patient

managed to get out of bed?

Perhaps this way.

No, and he sure as hell didn't climb out by himself.

Well done, Frank. That was his wife.

Donna! Donna, wait!

I'm so sorry. That was the last thing you needed to hear.

It should have been me he was yelling at.

I was the one who put Scott in that awful place.

You didn't have a choice. He needed around-the-clock care.

How could he have ended up on the floor?

I don't know, but Dr Campion is investigating and he'll find out.

Probably pushed out of bed by another patient.

When was the last time you saw your husband?

Oh, I go before work each morning but this morning I was running late.

Maybe... maybe if I was on time this wouldn't have happened.

This is not your fault.

I was the one who talked him into taking the second job

to pay for the IVF.

It is my fault that he got hurt. He was stressed. He was tired...

That was an accident.

I wish I'd never heard of that damn program.

Ooh. Hey, whoa. Are you alright?

Yeah. I'm f... I'm fine.

I think we should get a doctor to check you out.

(PANTS) It happens all the time.

Well, then, all the more reason for you to come on inside. Come on.

I'm pregnant.

Abe...

..just follow my finger with your eyes.

That's good.

What kind of work you guys do here? (GROANS) Just a bit of maintenance.

Is it a dangerous job? It shouldn't be.

I was in a hurry to get back down.

Why's that? Just got a call from the missus.

Our daughter's gone into labour.

Your first grandchild? You'd bloody hope so.

My daughter's only 17.

I need to be with her.

She have a partner? No.

The mongrel did a runner the second he found out she was pregnant.

Nah, me and the wife - we're all she's got.

Charlotte.

I'll be back with you in a second, Abe.

I'm not going anywhere.

Can I have a pillow here? Thanks.

You right here? Of course.

What's the plan? We can't extricate him here.

Slightest movement might cause a massive bleed.

So the bolt's got to come with him.

Yeah, we're gonna cut away a chunk of the girder

and take the bolt out in theatre.

How they gonna cut through that? Angle grinder.

Right next to his head?

Yeah, it's dangerous but it's a calculated risk.

OK, so I need to sedate him.

No, we need him conscious so he can tell us if the girder's heating up.

You've gotta be joking.

No, I can't risk a thermal injury on top of everything else

so, if it gets too hot,

we stop cutting and we cool the girder down with ice.

How long's that gonna take? I don't know.

His daughter is in labour and he wants to be there.

Charlotte, if you're not up for this...

Get your hand off it, Jack.

Alright, let's clear the way for Rescue.

No, I'm staying with him. That's not your call.

Someone's got to keep an eye on his neuro status.

Jack, please let me stay with him.

OK.

Sub-Acute Five.

Just answer the question. Look, it wasn't my fault, alright?

I got crunched by one of their point guards, the dirty bastards.

And you did nothing to provoke it.

Yeah, I was playing a blinder so they had to take me out.

I didn't even think the, uh, basketball season had started yet.

Yeah, a bit of a pre-season friendly.

Oh, right. Must have been really friendly.

OK, I'm just gonna lower the bed...

..then we'll scoot you over to this other one.

OK. On my three.

One, two, three. (GROANS)

(PANTS) You enjoyed that, you bastard.

Quiet or I'll get these guys to take you somewhere else.

I haven't seen you for weeks and now you're giving me a hard time.

Well, you're a moron, aren't you?

Is that any way to talk to your brother?

(CHUCKLES) Of course it is. I'll get you a doctor.

Does that tell you why he fell out of the bed?

No, it doesn't, but he doesn't have any broken bones

and his head scan is clear of all bleeding so... it's good.

I'll arrange transport back to the nursing home.

You're sending him back already?

Listen, if you're uncomfortable with the care that he's receiving...

Don't you dare tell me to put him somewhere else.

Do you have any idea how hard it is to find a bed in a nursing home?

And what a terrible decision it is to put him there at all?

Look, we know how complex your husband's medical needs are.

We know that you can't look after him yourself.

If you could have met him before this happened.

He was so full of life.

Why don't you try talking to him?

Because I don't believe that he can hear me.

Oh, there's a lot of evidence to suggest...

I know what the research says.

But I've talked to him every day since the accident

and it's done nothing to help him or me.

You can't imagine what it's like

to tell your husband that you're pregnant...

..and to get nothing in response.

No, I can't.

You're right.

Frank, you got a sec?

Uh, he's been in a wheelchair since he was 16.

Hard to take for a kid that age.

Yeah, for some, but not Luke, you know?

He just got on with it.

He left home a couple of months after he finished school

and, you know, now he's got the big three -

good job, good place and a beautiful girlfriend.

Good for him.

Um, just... You'd never catch him whinging, but he's in a lot of pain.

Bloody wheelchair basketballers. Every one a hero, eh?

Hello, Luke. I'm Dr Campion. I'm the boss of this joint.

You've gone straight to the top. Things must be crook.

Well, I needed someone to keep you in line.

Isn't it nice to know my reputation precedes me?

Just tell me if this causes you any discomfort, will you?

Ah, I've had worse.

Wriggle your fingers for me.

You can say if it causes you pain. Maybe a little.

OK, I want to do a head-to-toe examination

to see if there's any other injuries, OK?

Sounds M-rated. There will be some nudity.

The coarse language is up to you. Righto, you can nick off.

It's been a while since you and I shared a bath.

Suits me. Dan, get me a nurse, will you?

I need some help.

Preferably one a lot more attractive than you.

Oh.

Hold it!

Why did they stop? Jack?

His pulse is racing. Get the ice on. Is it getting too hot, Abe?

I can take it. Just keep going. I got to see my daughter.

We'll give some morphine. It might relax him, bring his pulse down.

I don't want any more morphine. I want you to get me out of here.

Abe, you've been doing so well.

Let us give you more pain relief and we'll finish cutting you free.

Just get me off this thing! Shh! Just stay calm.

How can I be calm, Doc? Look at me! Just think of your family.

That's all I can think about. OH, GOD! ARGH!

ABE, NO! (CRACK! SQUISH!)

He's haemorrhaging. Get trauma bags on the wound.

(GROANS) Oh!

Abe, stay with us, please.

What do you do for a crust, Luke? Electrician. I work with my uncle.

Keep you busy?

Yeah, it's a bit of a bugger being short, though.

You're not sh...

Oh, sorry.

Don't be.

Just got to adjust your underdaks here, mate.

Sure you two don't want to swap jobs?

Behave.

You got a nasty pressure sore here. Not possible.

I do know what a pressure sore looks like.

I do everything they ask.

Use a seat cushion, check myself twice a day.

You wouldn't readily have been able to see this one.

I'm surprised your girlfriend missed it, though.

Well, she's been pretty busy at work lately, working double shifts.

She hasn't really had much time to help.

You're gonna need someone to look after you now.

The arm's not that bad. I can take care of myself.

Sit up for me, will you?

ARGH! Careful, Luke.

What's going on? Nothing. Just got a bit excited.

Collarbone's probably broken.

Get an orderly, will you? Take him down to Radiology.

I'll take him.

Are you really OK? Yeah. Good as gold.

Should never have let him move his head.

Oh, you couldn't have stopped him from moving.

Abe, can you hear me?

BP's dropping.

OK, I'm gonna organise a donut dressing.

How's his heart rate? Rising.

Abe, I need you to tell me your daughter's name.

(QUIETLY) Vivian.

What does Vivian want - a boy or a girl?

You are going to get to meet your grandchild, Abe, OK?

You need to trust me on that.

Yeah? OK, Jack.

OK, boys, start it up.

Just keep your eyes locked on mine.

When did you fall pregnant?

Some of my eggs had been fertilised just before the accident.

I decided to have them implanted anyway.

Oh, that must have been a tough decision.

It wasn't.

I thought he'd snap out it eventually.

Hey, well, there's always hope. That's what I keep telling myself.

He wanted this so badly.

You should have seen him with our friends' kids.

You don't know what the future holds, OK?

I know he's never gonna wake up.

And that all our baby will ever know of its father is this.

How can that be good for a child?

I don't know.

But I do know...

..that maybe this is better than...

..just a photo on a mantelpiece.

Maybe?

Can I have some time? Oh, yeah. Of course.

Paramedics are on their way to take him back to the nursing home.

I just wish there was something more we could do. I...

Me too.

Abe?

Abe, stay with us. We're almost there.

(CLANG!) Alright, that's it. We're through.

Abe, you still with us? OK, get onto All Saints.

Tell them we need a theatre urgently.

Will do.

And we're gonna be putting him onto the scoop board.

We've done it. You've done so well. You've done so well, Abe.

OK.

She's your girlfriend. She'd want to be here.

I just don't want her having to skip work.

She won't be happy when she finds out.

She's not gonna be happy anyway.

She's always telling me to take it easy.

Well... (Sighs) Hey, you.

What happened?

Apparently it was all the other guy's fault.

Oh, sure it was.

So what's news? I'm sure Dan's filled you in.

Well, if you're talking about his new horror box set,

I'd hardly call that news.

Wish we had something more exciting to share with you.

I'm telling you, you're punching way above your weight there.

Yeah, you can talk. How'd an ugly mug like you pull a babe like Gemma?

Well, it helps when you're good in bed.

(GROANS) Seriously, you have to call her.

You have a broken collarbone. I don't think it's broken.

One fractured clavicle.

See? The collarbone is fine.

Your clavicle is your collarbone, you tool.

Oh, really?

We'll get you into a collar and cuff sling to keep it immobilised.

How long will it take to come right? Six to eight weeks.

In the meantime, no work and definitely no contact sport.

You're kidding?! Take it easy.

You take it easy! What do I do for two whole months?

You'll think of something. It's not forever.

It's alright for you. All I've got is my arms.

With one of them out of action, I'm no bloody use to anyone.

Sorry about that.

He's just feral about losing his independence.

What's his relationship like with his girlfriend?

Great. Him and Gemma are awesome together.

Is she his carer too? Not really.

I mean, she sort of looks after things he can't do himself, but...

Well, until his arm heals, he's going to need a lot more help.

What about your parents?

No, he'd hate that. Why?

Mum still thinks he can't fend for himself.

If she finds out about this, she'll just freak out.

OK. Well, get Von onto it.

You still haven't told him we're engaged, have you?

Not yet. Why not?

Well, I've just been a bit busy

and I haven't seen him in a few weeks, that's all.

You couldn't pick up the phone?

Ricky, right now I'm more concerned

about how he's going to cope with the use of only one arm, so...

CHARLOTTE: On the home stretch now, Abe.

I'd like Viv to have a boy.

Teach him to play cricket. (MOBILE PHONE RINGS)

Um, that's not mine. It's in my pocket.

It's your wife. I want to talk to her.

Oh, listen, Abe, I'm not sure that you're up to that.

Jack.

OK. Make it quick. Uh...

Sorry, love. Got stuck at work.

Oh, come on. Shh. Shh. Don't you worry about me, OK?

You just look after our beautiful girl.

(LAUGHS) I love you.

Mrs Hanley, this is Dr Beaumont.

We're just taking Abe to hospital now.

I'll check in with you as soon as we get there, I promise.

OK. 'Bye.

Listen, um, you're good to pack up?

Uh, sure.

Back we go into limbo.

Would you like these?

Oh, no, darl, you keep those for Scott.

He planted them himself.

They're gorgeous. They're dahlias, aren't they?

Yeah.

None of his mates ever got the gardening thing.

It was something that we shared.

All the best, Donna. Thank you.

Hold on a second. Stop! Stop. What is it?

I want you to squeeze my hand. Steve...

What are you doing? I'm sure I saw his hand flinch.

(MACHINE BEEPS RAPIDLY) Whoa, whoa, whoa!

What are you doing to him? He's having a seizure.

Diazepam? What's happening?

We don't know yet. Oh, God.

Donna, we need you to take some deep breaths for me, OK?

No, no. I don't understand.

Let's get him into Resus now!

He's over the worst of it now.

Let's put in a cannula. Why are you doing that?

We need to be prepared in case it happens again.

How often is he going to be having seizures?

It's just a precaution.

Is... is that why he fell out of the bed?

Could be, yeah.

No, I-I don't understand.

Why is he suddenly having them? I've ordered an EEG.

It'll give us a better idea of what's going on inside his brain.

Is he distressed? I don't think so.

In pain? It's unlikely.

Why don't you and I have a cup of tea?

Will it be like this for him from now on?

As soon as we've got the EEG back, I'll have some more answers for you.

Oh... Hey, hey, hey.

Donna, are you OK? Yeah.

You have to remember you have to look after yourself now too.

Yeah, I'm fine.

OK. OK. Alright. Let's go. OK.

I'll move him across to Acute, free up Resus for the trauma.

(SIREN WAILS)

We've got theatre on stand-by. He's crashing.

His GCS dropped to 7 on route.

He's tachycardiac, extremely hypertensive,

and his oxygen levels are dropping.

First time he's lost consciousness? Yeah.

How will we intubate him if we can't move his neck?

That's a good question.

Laryngeal mask airway? That's a good thought.

We might need something a little bit more permanent.

What about a retrograde intubation? No, it's too slow. Too slow.

This conversation's taking too long. We need to intubate him soon.

We get this wrong, we could lose him.

It's got to be a pickaxe intubation.

On three. One, two, three.

Sux and thio. Onto it.

You done a pickaxe before? Yeah. Yep. Course I have.

I'll need a footstool. Yep.

74.5 ET tube.

No, make it a 7 and get a bougie on stand-by.

I've never actually seen a pickaxe intubation before.

Ah, face-to-face intubating? Watch and learn.

Get on with it, Quade.

Sux and thio in.

Cricoid pressure on. Ready when you are, Jack.

Make sure you displace the tongue to the left.

When the bougie's set, railroad that ET...

Yeah, yeah, Frank, actually, I know.

Good. Fine. I'll leave you with it.

OK. Downward pressure on the chin.

Do you want me to organise a motorised wheelchair for you?

Just put a bullet in my head right now.

Well, it's only until your collarbone's healed.

It'll give you more mobility than a manual chair.

Look, whatever you reckon.

Now, your home care.

You're going to need help with showering, dressing, toileting...

I get it. I'm screwed.

Well, I know you're reluctant to involve your girlfriend...

Can you just leave her out of it?

How are you going to manage that? She's going to find out eventually.

We split up a few weeks ago.

So you're living on your own?

Does Dan know this? No.

And I don't want you telling him either.

Well, he would want to know. I said no.

He's going to be checking in on you all day long.

How are we to keep it from him?

Would you give us a minute, please, Luke?

You know you'll have to do what he wants.

Why doesn't he want Dan to know about the split?

I... Male ego. How do I know?

Oh, well, you'd know nothing about that, would you?

Now, listen, he has a right to privacy.

Yes, but Dan would be devastated knowing his brother's alone,

pressure sores and nobody told him.

Come off it. You're always the one banging on about patients' rights.

You can't just jump the fence

just because one of your own's on the other side.

He will tell Dan in his own good time.

Yes, Frank. Now, don't you meddle. I know you.

You can't help yourself. Give me some credit, Frank.

I mean it. Keep your trap shut.

Frank, I won't say a word.

Connect him to the ventilator.

That's nice work, Jack.

I'll let theatre know we're on our way.

How'd you go? Judge for yourself, Frank.

Hmm. How'd Beaumont go out there today?

Good. Just 'good'?

Well, if it wasn't for her, Abe probably wouldn't be here alive.

Where is she? Cleaning up.

Oh, look, she might've kicked arse, but it still was her first MRU.

Oh, very chivalrous of you. Yes.

I learnt all I know from the master.

You taking him to theatre? Yeah.

How's he going?

He's alive, which is about all we can hope for at this stage.

When did he lose consciousness?

Listen, I'll fill you in once we get back, alright?

Oh, hey. Thanks for leaving me out there to pack up.

Oh, once you get your fellowship, you can boss me around.

Till then, sucks to be you. You're funny. I'll remember that.

Can I talk to you for a sec? Uh, now's not the best time.

Have you told Luke about the engagement yet?

No. I haven't.

Well, maybe some good news would cheer him up.

Why is this so hard? Like, are you ashamed of me or something?

No! Ricky, no. Absolutely not.

It's... it's got nothing to do with you.

Well, then, what is it?

OK, if I told Luke, he would be straight on the phone to Mum,

who'd phone me straightaway, saying, "Why didn't you tell me first?"

You could've asked him to keep it to himself

until you had a chance to see your parents.

Luke has got the biggest heart in the world and the mouth to match.

Trust me. (CHUCKLES)

It just sounds like a whole lot of childish excuses to me, Dan.

Rick, no.

We're getting married.

You should be excited to share this with your family.

(MACHINE BEEPS RAPIDLY)

Dr Taylor, I think he's having another seizure.

How long has this been going on? It's just started.

Hey! Scott, can you hear me, mate?

I want you to squeeze my hand, OK?

You're in hospital. I'm a nurse. My name's Rhiannon.

I'll just shine a light in your eyes, alright?

Last time he had a seizure. It's OK.

I'm just going to check his neuro status.

It's OK, Scott. No-one's trying to hurt you.

How did I... how did I get here?

You OK to look after him for a sec? Sure.

Ill just grab someone who'll make this a lot easier for you.

(GROANS) You OK?

What's wrong? He just regained consciousness.

It'll just take a minute to reorient yourself.

Scott! Scott! Scott!

Oh, baby, I've missed you so much.

I thought I'd lost you forever but you're back.

You're back! How are you feeling?

(GROANS)

What's wrong? Just give him some time.

Are... are you in pain?

No. Scott... (LAUGHS) ..talk to me.

And say what? Oh, I don't know.

That you're happy to see me, that you can't wait to come home.

Anything. Anything.

I don't know who you are. What are you talking about?

I've... never seen you before in my life.

Maybe you should sit down for a while.

Yeah, you should take the weight off your feet, OK?

No. I... I don't understand.

How could he not know who I am?

People who have been in comas do experience memory loss, amnesia.

How long before he snaps out of it?

How long?

Five minutes. Months. Years.

You're saying that he may never remember me?

Isn't there something that you can do,

some kind of operation or treatment or something?

There's not.

Well, what am I supposed to do?

All you can do is wait.

I'm so sorry.

How's he travelling? Fine.

Just had some grazes needing... looked at.

Why didn't you tell me?

Oh, issues about patient confidentiality.

What are you talking about?

Look, if you're concerned about something, ask your brother.

Hey.

Don't you have better things to do than check up on me?

Yes. Tons of things. Why did Von have a dressing trolley in here?

Just had a few little scratches.

Nothing to stress about. I didn't see any when you came in.

'Cause they're on my bum, alright? No.

You were strapped into a wheelchair.

If you fell over, the grazes would be on your arms and on your legs.

I'm entitled to privacy, even if my brother does work here.

I got a couple of pressure sores. Are you happy now?

How did Gemma miss those? Gemma's gone.

Since when?

Since she started making noises about getting married, having kids.

I can't stand being tied down. Why didn't you tell me?

Quit your nagging. I've already got a mother.

Yeah, I know. I've met her. I...

Seriously, Dan. I'm fine.

OK, then.

Well, I've got some good news for you, then.

There you go. Is that better?

Do you know what your name is?

Everyone keeps calling me Scott.

But you don't remember that name?

Actually, the kids at school used to call me 'Snot'.

I remember that. That's good.

That's good.

Yeah. That's all. That's it. 'Snot'.

It's most likely

first memories will be those furthest away from the accident.

Is that woman really my wife?

Yeah. Yeah, she is.

You don't recognise her at all?

No.

You remember anything about your family?

No, nothing.

Hopefully things will come back to you over time.

'Hopefully'? What does that mean?

See if you can identify some objects.

OK.

What's this?

Uh...

Uh... a clipboard.

Uh, paper.

What about this?

Pen.

Do you know what to do with it?

Here.

OK. What have we got?

So, Daniel's getting married? Yes.

How did Mum take the news?

I'm surprised I didn't hear the screaming from my place.

You haven't told her yet, have you? You know what Mum's like.

Every time I mention Ricky, she just bangs on about,

"Oh, the girl whose brother held you hostage in your house..."

"You could've been killed! Daniel, I don't know how I could've coped."

It drives me nuts!

It's only 'cause Mum's never actually met Ricky.

Yeah, I know. She'll love her, Dan.

You know that. Yeah, she will, won't she?

She will, yeah. Hi, boys.

Sorry to break up the party. Not a problem.

I'll start making plans for the bucks' night.

Yes, do. Good.

I have organised a motorised wheelchair for you.

Please, if you'll just sign the requisition form.

(GROANS) Dammit.

Oh, dear. Welcome to the next six weeks of your life.

Rub it in, why don't you?

Hmm. Somebody's got to get through that thick skull of yours.

Right now you can't look after yourself.

Yeah. I think I'm starting to get that.

Oh, good. Well, you've got a couple of choices.

You can make arrangements with your family

or go into respite care.

Yeah, well, both those choices suck.

Life's full of disappointments.

Jack?

Have you heard how Abe's going in theatre?

Mm-hm. They decided against doing the craniotomy.

Instead they just pulled the bolt the same way it went in.

Is he alright? Yeah. No, the operation went well.

It's likely he'll probably have some neuro deficit

and, of course, there's the risk of infections.

Did you talk to his wife?

Yeah. I told her the best thing to do was focus on her daughter.

They've had a pretty difficult birth. Yeah.

So, how'd you enjoy MRU?

Honestly? Mmm.

I'm pretty happy it's over.

(SCOFFS) You were very good, you know.

I took one look at that bolt in Abe's head

and all I wanted was the safety of the Resus bay.

Pretty natural response.

Why, thank you. But I never want to put those green overalls on again.

How did our MRU debutante go?

I loved it.

You got lucky, you know.

My MRU call-out was a kid whose finger was stuck in a tap.

So, this must bring you pretty close to finishing your fellowship.

Write up the case and I think I'm done!

(CHUCKLES)

Congratulations. Thank you.

Right, are you two ready for your debrief?

Er, thanks anyway, but we just had one.

Yeah.

Alright, well, that makes me feel a little redundant.

Sorry about that.

Well, you know, it wasn't premeditated.

We just, er... had a casual chat.

So... Fine.

Great.

I'm gonna go and check on Abe.

I'll be there shortly.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Does he remember me yet? No.

We'll have to refer Scott to a neurologist

before we know the full extent of the memory loss.

I don't need a neurologist to tell me the obvious. My marriage is over.

Donna, you have to give this some time.

You need... What am I supposed to do?

What? Do I force him into a house he doesn't remember?

Ask him to get excited about a baby he doesn't even remember wanting?

Nobody is saying that this is gonna be easy.

But there'll be people... I don't want to talk to people!

I want my husband back! Six years we've been married.

You just don't forget that. Donna.

On our wedding day, you looked at me and said you'd love me forever.

This will not help anything.

Our vows said "in sickness and health".

Donna, this is not the time, OK? We're having a baby together.

Here. Here. This is our baby, Scott. Our baby. Yours and mine.

It's our baby. SCOTT: Someone get her away from me!

Yours and mine. Our baby. Get away from me!

That's enough. That's enough. Our baby. Our baby.

Shh, shh, shh. Our baby, Scott.

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

No, no. Come on, Donna. Donna.

You can't make me out to be the bad guy.

Nobody is making you out to be the bad guy.

You can't imagine what this is like. You probably all think I'm going mad.

Listen, nobody thinks you are going mad, OK?

We just want you to slow down for a little.

No. I've got to go back and see him. He'll remember me.

He has to. He has to.

We will go back in and see Scott in just a second, OK?

But we need to give you both a bit of breathing space first.

OK? Just a little while.

OK.

(MURMURS) Alright.

This must be so overwhelming for you.

It's insane.

It's incredibly difficult for Donna too, mate.

She's been praying for a long time for you to come out...

I can't just pretend to remember her. No-one expects you to.

But maybe if you let her come back, spend some more time with you,

you know, it'll unlock some memories.

How can I be a husband to a woman I don't know?

Just take things one step at a time.

You know, she might say or do something

that takes you back to a specific time or place.

Worth a try. What do you reckon?

You'll stay, though, right?

You won't just...

You won't leave me alone in here? We won't leave you alone.

Alright.

Tell her to come back in.

I can't... I can't promise anything.

Yeah, she knows that, mate.

Is he OK?

He's a little shaky. But yeah, he's OK.

Why don't we go back and see him?

Just move at his pace.

It's been pretty difficult for him too, OK?

Does he remember me yet?

No. He doesn't.

Then I can't go back in there.

I've got to go. Donna.

No, I can't stand him looking at me like I'm just some crazed stalker

instead of his wife.

I want to go!

He wants to see you again.

(CRIES) That's not my Scott in there.

Yeah.

It is.

It's still the person you fell in love with.

It seems like a different life.

There's nothing left of that time.

There's your baby.

Remember the first time you met?

Your first date?

First kiss?

You'll be able to have all those firsts again.

How many people get a second chance like that?

What if I don't like the new Scott?

And what if you do?

Talk to him.

You've got too much history together to just give up.

Donna's here.

OK.

I'm sorry.

I know it's not your fault.

It's not yours either.

It's just...

..I missed you.

Sometimes I can barely breathe, it hurts so much.

You planted these...

..in our front garden.

Because they remind you of your grand...

Grandma's place.

I remember when I was a kid

I used to play with little toy soldiers

in her garden.

I know.

You do?

I know everything about you.

This is you and me on our honeymoon.

Remember?

No.

I'm so sorry.

It's OK. It's OK.

I wish I could remember.

I really do.

You seem like a lovely lady.

That's what you said when we first met.

I did?

It was a New Year's Eve party.

You... introduced yourself as the best friend of the host.

But that was a big fat lie.

What?

It was my house.

You said you'd do anything to make it up to me.

So I said I wanted you to take me to a waterfall.

I was just teasing.

But you set the hose up on the roof...

..and you kissed me underneath the water at midnight.

So, I'm an idiot.

But you're my idiot.

Er, Frank, about my brother...

I need to admit him overnight to make sure his pain is under control.

Yeah, no. He hates hospitals.

And seeing how he's on his own now,

um, I'd like to look after him.

It's just an overnight stay to see if he can cope.

Well, he coped pretty well

when he heard he'd be in a wheelchair for the rest of his life.

I'm sure he's gonna cope with a broken collarbone.

Is your place wheelchair friendly? Sure!

I mean, Luke's stayed there heaps of times.

He's normally too drunk to drive home.

I don't want to hear that. Alright, alright!

But only if he agrees to let Von visit him

as part of his follow-up care.

Sure. Oh, and I mean it!

Sure.

Walk with me.

Now, how do you suppose Dan knows

everything there is to know about his brother's predicament?

Oh, I suppose Luke told him.

And it had nothing to do with you. Didn't say a word.

So, what did you do - use morse code or charades?

Because this smacks of your meddling.

No, it smacks of brothers finally being honest with each other.

Oh, yeah, sure. 'Kumbaya'.

Oh, haven't you got something better to do?

No. As a matter of fact, I don't.

Because when a member of my staff disobeys one of my orders,

it jumps straight to the top of my to-do list.

Mmm. Alright.

What are you going "to do"?

Never you mind.

Right. We done?

Damn right we are.

Write up your report and I'll check it out

before you send it in for assessment.

Oh, thanks, Frank, but I've got to go and pick up Zac from the creche,

get him home, feed him, bathe him

before I can even, you know, think about writing up that report.

I've just finished. I can look after Zac if you like.

Would you mind? Not at all.

OK. I'll expect it on my desk first thing tomorrow morning.

Very first thing. (SNEEZES)

Thank you. Bless you. Mmm.

Charlotte seems to have sorted out the work/baby juggle.

Yeah. With a little bit of help.

Yeah. I'm glad.

You know, when she finishes her fellowship,

she'll have the same qualifications as me.

Oh, come on. You'll still be 2IC.

Yeah. Look, I know.

I just get the feeling she'll be a bit of a handful.

Beaumont? Mm-hm.

You've got to be kidding.

Hey. What are you doing here?

Shouldn't you be at home catching up with little Zac?

Oh, I got me a guardian angel.

And besides, I needed to bring this up for Abe.

(GASPS) Ooh. Is that his daughter's baby?

They had a little boy and they named him after his grandad.

Ah, a newborn called Abe.

Poor kid.

I like it. It's not that bad. Well, it is.

Do we know if there's any permanent damage yet?

Er, it's impossible to tell with the swelling.

But... the fact that he's still alive...

..that's pretty amazing in itself.

Great.

Walk you out?

Er, I... I might stay till his wife gets here.

It'll be a couple of hours before he wakes up.

Yeah, I know. But I need to write up my notes.

I just want to see it through.

OK. Goodnight. Goodnight.

Hey, um...

..thanks for today.

(SIGHS)

Hey! Hey. How you been?

Good, mate. How are you? I told Luke he could stay with us.

Yeah, sure. How long are you gonna stay?

Just until his arm heals. Six to eight weeks.

Cool.

Yeah. I don't want to put you out.

No, no. It's fine. Make yourself comfy.

Thanks, mate. I'll see you at home. Yeah.

(SIGHS) What's the matter with you?

Oh, Dan's just asked Luke to stay at our place.

Oh, do you not like him?

No, no, no. I like Luke. He's great.

Um, it's just...

You know, with Ricky there all the time,

the place is starting to become a bit of a backpackers.

Yeah, right.

Hey, what's this? What's this about?

No reason. You did good work today.

Yeah, we did.

OK! I'm gonna... get back to my backpacker hostel.

You could stay with me.

If you wanted to. You... Sorry?

I've got a spare room.

I mean, it's nothing flash.

But it's just, you know, sitting there, doing nothing.

Not that a room could really do anything. (LAUGHS)

Do you want to see it? Now?

Yeah. I mean, it's as good a time as any.

Er... yeah. (CHUCKLES) OK.

Yep. Cool!

Thank you.