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Everything's alright with you and Dan?

Yeah.

Charlotte made a pass at me. It made me uncomfortable.

You lying bitch! Hey! Hey!

Hey! Hey! Are you a nurse? Yes.

My wife's having a baby. She's in a lot of trouble.

Can you help us? You'll need to call an ambulance.

I've done that! That was 15 minutes ago. Can you help me?

I'm sorry. You will need an ambulance.

Hey! My wife's in trouble down the street. She's having a baby.

Can you help me? You'll have to try Emergency.

I need a doctor now! Can you help me? I'm sorry, mate. I can't.

Listen.

I'll wait with her until the ambulance arrives,

and you can come back with them.

Thank you.

I'm Phil, by the way. Phil Mawson.

What's this place?

It's right this way, OK?

Listen, mate - you just tell me...

..what the hell is your wife doing here?

It's a long story. Please, can you hurry up?

No. Uh, look, we'll wait here for the ambulance, hey?

I'll check on their progress. No, you can't do that!

Look, I didn't call an ambulance, OK?

But there's a very good reason for that.

Look, I work for the Australian Government, OK?

If they knew why I was here, doing what I was doing, I'd be in jail.

I'm not trying to scare you with that.

Well, you're not filling me with confidence.

(WOMAN SCREAMS)

I need you to understand that my arse is on the line here!

I'm out of here. Wait, you can't!

I am not going any further until you tell me exactly what is going on.

There IS a pregnant woman inside, OK?

She's not my wife, but she is in trouble.

That's all you need to know, OK? Believe me.

(WOMAN SOBS)

(GASPS IN PAIN) Who is this?

I'm a nurse. OK, grab my hand.

Here you go. Hold really hard. Squeeze it.

Is this someone you know?

Yes, I think introductions are a great idea.

No names. She's here to help, OK?

Trust me on this, alright?

This is Nadir and his wife, Adeena. (PANTS)

Is this your first baby, Adeena? My second.

OK. Any problems with your other labour?

Right. When are you due?

In two days, but the contractions started early this morning.

How far apart? Three minutes.

But the pain is getting stronger.

Yes, well, you need to be in hospital.

BOTH: No. They can't do that.

They're here illegally.

Oh, get my bag out of the car.

You will help me? Yes.

Thank you.

(GASPS)

Jennifer Foley. Restrained driver in a head-on collision.

She was trapped for 30 minutes. Resus is full. Into Acute.

We got you now, Jennifer. Louie. I need to see Louie.

GCS is 15. She's got severe pelvic and sacral back pain.

She's got a haematoma in the pelvic area

and a deep laceration to the left shoulder.

Where's Louie? I wanna see him. Who's Louie?

Her son was with her.

He slid out of the seatbelt upon impact. The rescue chopper took him.

Find out where, will you? Will do.

Alright. On my count - one, two, three.

Know where you are, Jennifer? Hospital.

That's good.

WOMAN: I'll page Radiology for a trauma series.

Pupils equal and reactive. Louie!

We'll find out how your son is as soon as we can. Try and stay still.

The shoulder will need repair and cleaning in surgery.

Put pressure on there, please. It's my fault he's hurt.

Just try and keep still. He's never sick. (GROANS)

This morning he started coughing, and he wouldn't stop.

(COUGHS)

So I was taking him to the doctor.

And I was in such a rush.

Can we call his dad for you? He'll never forgive me for this.

Hey!

Been up to see Admin? Yep.

Is everything alright? Yeah.

They're gonna contact Charlotte and see if we can get this resolved.

Good. Listen, if you're OK to work, Steve needs a hand in Resus.

If you'd rather not, that's...

No, no, that's OK. Really.

Thanks.

(MAN GRUNTS IN PAIN)

What happened? A bloody pig.

Wild boar in a national park.

Rex was attacked yesterday while bushwalking.

A pig? Are you serious? Have a look.

Feral pigs are bloody vicious.

How long's this been on for, mate?

Oh, all night. My leg was pissing blood when I put it on.

Morphine? Five milligrams to start with.

Is there anyone I can call to let them know you're here?

No. No-one.

Pedal pulse is absent.

I'll organise that pain relief for you.

And get Mike down here for a consult.

Can you get that thing off, mate? It's killing me.

No, it's not that simple.

This belt's gonna have to come off really slowly.

Get it off.

If we do that, there'll be a sudden release of toxins into your system.

I don't care. Well, you better care.

If those toxins reach your heart, they'll stop it stone dead.

Do you understand?

(GROANS)

This is Marc, Jennifer's husband. Is she alright?

She may have a pelvic fracture.

She could lose a lot of blood very quickly.

I need to see her. Yeah, of course.

Jen! How's Louis?

Oh, he's been taken to... Sorry, you just told me.

St Angela's. They have a fantastic paediatric trauma unit there.

We will keep you posted, OK?

The other car pulled straight out in front of us.

I was going too fast to stop.

It's not your fault, OK?

I'm so sorry.

You're sure this woman won't tell about us?

She just wants to help, OK? (ADEENA GROANS)

(GROANS)

Everything is alright? Everything is fine, Nadir.

Look, I wish I had something for the pain,

but I don't carry that with me.

You are here. That is enough.

Look.

I have no way of monitoring the baby's heartbeat

or your progress.

Your baby needs to be born in a hospital.

My baby just needs to be born, to live.

Then let me get help!

No.

My first baby, a little girl -

she die.

Please don't let anything happen to this one.

I just had a word to St Angela's.

Louie's on a breathing machine and they've sent him for a brain scan.

Why?

He may have an injury to his head.

Oh, God.

We'll know more when the scan comes back.

I'm so sorry.

Will you just stop saying that?

He also broke his right arm below the elbow,

and he'll need surgery to fix it.

You need to go to him.

Yeah, I will. I just wanna make sure that you're alright first.

I'm fine. Just go.

He needs you.

Let's get the pelvis stabilised.

I don't think you're in any state to drive, are you?

Why don't I get someone to organise a taxi?

Oh, no. I can't wait. Hey, listen, I've just signed off.

If you want me to drive you to St Angela's...

Perfect. Oh, thanks.

Alright, let's go.

Can you feel it when I touch your leg there?

No.

How about there? No.

I couldn't reach my mobile phone,

and I knew if I left it I'd bleed to death.

The only thing I could think of doing was wrapping my belt round it.

Stupid. Hey, you survived the night.

Oh, thank God someone found me on the track this morning.

Steve.

Have you told him he might end up losing that leg?

He's having enough trouble coping with the risk of a cardiac arrest

once we remove the tourniquet.

The belt's gotta come off now. He's not stable enough to transfer.

No. So we remove it here and we deal with the problems as they arise.

OK.

It's all my fault.

Just stay still for us.

Marc'll never forgive me.

Jennifer, the more you move, the more pain you'll be in.

I wonder if I've killed him.

OK, you in place? Mm-hm.

I should've told Marc, but Louie is his world.

Jennifer, we're gonna pull this tight around your pelvis.

It'll hurt, I'm sorry. We'll do it as quickly as we can.

OK, ready. You ready? On three.

One, two, three.

(CRIES OUT IN PAIN)

OK, just hang in there. We're almost finished.

It's gonna feel a lot better once it's in place.

Almost there. (SOBS) Stop! Stop!

Alright. We're done.

We're finished. It's OK.

OK. We need to do a repeat set of obs. Get on to the blood bank.

You OK?

It's OK. We're finished.

How could I have been so stupid?

I always put him in the booster seat.

Always.

Your son wasn't in the booster seat when you had the accident?

No.

That's why he slid out of the seatbelt.

He... he just...

..slid out of it.

Come on. You can do it.

Push!

(SCREAMS) Come on. Good! Good!

Good!

OK.

Here's your girl.

Say hello to your beautiful daughter.

Is it done? Yeah.

Come in. (BABY CRIES)

Meet your daughter.

She is the image of her sister.

(RECITES WORDS IN ARABIC)

He's singing the Adhan - the call to prayer.

So that the first words his daughter hears from him are the words of God.

Get out.

I want the truth about all of this.

Alright. Look, they acted as interpreters for us in Iraq.

The imams started preaching that all interpreters were spies.

You got them out.

Through Syria to Indonesia and then here.

Look, they've been through so much.

I couldn't just leave them over there

to be targeted by the local militia.

Is that what happened to their daughter?

Yeah. A mob came over to their house.

Broke windows, threw rocks.

Nadir and Adeena's two-year-old daughter was killed by a neighbour

who played music at their wedding.

Now, if they get sent back over there,

that's what they can look forward to.

More violence.

Adeena says the little one isn't warm enough.

Please.

She's breathing too quick. Something is wrong.

I tried to feed her, but she won't take it.

What's wrong with her? I'm not sure.

But you're right. She's far too listless.

What can we do?

Give me your jacket.

What for?

She's cold. We have to keep her warm.

And if she doesn't warm up?

Then we have no choice.

She has to go to a hospital.

(BABY CRIES)

Blood sugar is far too low.

I told you, no hospital!

Is she so very sick? Yes, very sick.

They can't go to hospital, Von. It's way too risky for them.

Is there no other way?

Alright. Take my car.

Go to a chemist. Get baby formula. You've gotta hurry.

There is no chemist near here. Well, get bottled water and sugar.

We've got to get her feeding.

Come on, little one.

Live!

Be strong and have courage, like your father.

He went on a hundred missions with Australian and British soldiers.

No helmet. No body armour.

Couldn't you apply for asylum?

When we tell them we need to leave Iraq,

they say they have no policy for that.

Shh, Adeena. It doesn't matter now.

Yes, it matters.

This is how my husband is rewarded for his courage.

Helping the coalition was a way of

building a better future for my family.

I would do it again.

Come on, sweetheart. You need Mummy's milk.

Yes, you do.

Come on, little one. Try.

How did you manage to stay conscious in the bush all night?

Oh, have a look in that bag the ambos brought in.

There should be a sketchpad.

Yeah.

I take it everywhere I go.

It helps pass the time.

These are really good. Thanks.

Can you set up a sodium bicarb infusion, please?

Yep.

Hopefully that will counteract the toxins

that will be released into your system

once we start loosening the belt.

Will it stop me carking it?

It'll put the odds in our favour.

Better than nothing, I suppose.

OK.

Keep him talking. Try and keep him focused.

If he starts slurring or getting confused,

then we'll know the toxins are entering his system.

GABRIELLE: Now, Jennifer, I've just spoken to your husband.

How's Louis?

They're taking him into surgery now to repair the arm.

And that'll take a couple of hours.

And then they'll take him off to Intensive Care.

What about his head?

They found a small clot on the brain scan.

But they are gonna try and repair that without surgery.

They have an excellent Neuro team at St Angela's.

They do.

Now we know how your son is, we can get you up to theatre.

Not till Marc gets back.

The longer we wait, the more blood you're losing.

You're putting more in me.

And it's pouring straight back into your pelvis

in life-threatening amounts.

I don't care.

I'll just buzz you through.

Marc?

Ooh. There you go, buddy.

Are you right? Do you wanna sit down somewhere?

No. I'm OK.

Look, Marc, what the doctor said before...

Just...

It's bad enough that I had to see him like that.

He's so little!

And I don't... I don't even want to think about how he got in that state.

I know.

How the hell could you?

You don't know what we went through to have Louie,

how long we waited.

Three years of trying.

Do you know what finally worked?

Guided meditation.

(CHUCKLES)

I know. It sounds completely flaky.

We were ready to try anything.

You know, if it works...

It did.

We visualised Jen pregnant.

You know,

what she'd look like, how she'd feel.

And suddenly, one day...

..she was pregnant.

We dreamed our son into being.

How amazing is that?

Pretty amazing.

And then she goes and forgets to strap him in his booster seat.

How could she be so bloody stupid?

PHIL: Sorry. I could only find a coffee shop.

No. You did well.

Is it working?

She's colder than she was before

and her breathing's still too fast.

Come on. Come on, darling.

Come on. (CRIES)

Right. There is nothing more I can do for her here.

We desperately need an ambulance.

If you call an ambulance, we'll all end up in jail. Including you.

And if we don't, the baby could die.

Nadir, we can't let anything happen to her.

I've got them this far, Von.

And it wasn't to get their second child taken away from them.

This isn't about you. It's not about them.

It's about getting the baby the help SHE needs.

There truly is nothing more you can do?

We need a paediatrician now.

Then, please, call an ambulance.

Maybe things will be different when we get home.

Do you really think so?

I could take her to the hospital.

Leave you two here.

Nobody need know who her parents are or...

..where she came from.

Watch the monitor carefully for arrhythmias.

We'll need some more normal saline when that runs out.

Keep giving morphine in increments of 2.5mg as needed.

Are you ready? Yeah.

Rex, this is gonna take quite some time.

I'm gonna go very, very slowly. Alright?

Well, don't hurry on my account.

Sure.

You're looking good so far.

Do you mind if I have another look at your sketches?

Sure. Who's this?

(GROANS) That's Emma.

She was my girlfriend.

Where'd you meet her?

At art school. I was 19.

She was a brilliant painter.

She was offered a place at a school in France.

How's that pain, Rex? It's alright.

Check his pulses.

Did she go? To France?

Well, we were both gonna go. Yeah, we had it all planned.

We were gonna do the galleries and live in an attic.

Until my parents found out.

(PANTS)

I was working at my Dad's advertising agency.

And I said to him, "It's just to save up some money."

But my parents wanted me to stay and...

What happened?

She went to France.

I never saw her again.

You were thinking about her last night.

Yeah, I was. A lot.

God, I was so gutless.

Is Zoe hiding in my office?

No, she's in there doing

all the paperwork you should have finished weeks ago.

It's just as well I didn't. Otherwise she'd have nothing to do.

How's your son?

We left as they took him to theatre. We'll have to wait.

How's Jennifer?

She's refusing to go to theatre until she speaks to you.

That'd be right.

St Angela's just told him that his son

wasn't in the booster seat when they had the accident.

He kind of lost it.

I'd better go referee.

They need you in ICU. There's a query about one of your patients.

Right.

Hey.

I've got something I need to tell you.

I know about the booster seat, Jen.

What?

And it's alright.

It doesn't matter now.

You were just worried about him.

It's OK.

It's OK.

Shh.

Allah be with you.

(BABY CRIES) (SOBS)

May you live forever, little one.

I put my family's future in your hands.

Yes.

(ENGINE STARTS)

No!

(SOBS)

FRANK: Where did you find this infant?

Abandoned in a phone booth.

(SIGHS) Paediatric consult? Immediately.

The cord's tied with string.

And see if you can rustle up a cot. Sure.

And how did you happen upon this child?

Er, well, um, I was between calls.

You know, my mobile needed charging, so I had to stop at a phone booth.

Mm-hm.

Now, I'd say that's a little odd for an abandoned baby, wouldn't you?

What have we got here?

Is that a Koran?

And what would be in here, sweetheart?

Your big sister.

Alright, well, we'd better look after the baby.

And then you can call the police and see if they can locate the mum.

I'm onto it.

Hmm.

These are ectopic beats. OK. Let's back right off.

Just try to keep him with us.

Keep talking to me.

I didn't mean to cause anyone any pain.

What's that?

And I wouldn't have if I'd trusted my heart

and followed my dream.

Tell me about your dream.

To go to France with Emma.

Start the glucose and insulin infusion.

And give him some Frusemide to flush out the kidneys.

If only I'd taken a chance.

Take some deep breaths for me, Rex.

Followed my heart.

No change in the monitor.

Alright, let's get this thing over and done with.

Now, Rex, this is going to be a bit unpleasant.

So I'll give you more pain relief. Another 2.5mg IV morphine.

Keep your eyes on that monitor.

If only I'd done the right thing

instead of being such a bloody coward.

We're all geniuses in retrospect.

(SCREAMS)

BART: You promised you'd let us take you to theatre

after you'd spoken to your husband.

That was before he told me how bad Louie was.

You refusing treatment's not going to help that.

There is no way...

..I'm going to be under an anaesthetic

when my son wakes up.

I want to know.

Not tomorrow. Today.

Jen, you're not making any sense.

I'm not going anywhere until I know he's gonna be alright.

I'm not prepared to wait any longer.

You're going to have to.

Homer. Can I have a word?

Update?

We managed to stabilise her but... Why is she still here?

She's refusing to go until her son's out of surgery.

And you're happy to let her bleed to death in the meantime?

She thinks she's responsible for the accident.

That's no state of mind to go to theatre with.

She'll cope much better on the table if she goes willingly.

All Saints Emergency. Gabrielle speaking.

When did you last do ABGs?

20 minutes ago. Mild acidosis.

Er, can you just give me a second?

Maybe I should talk to the husband. No, no, no.

You worry about the wife.

If her ABGs worsen, she goes upstairs.

I'll take the husband. I'll do my best.

Yes?

I need to talk to you about the harassment case.

Can you give me a minute?

It's important. OK. I'll be right with you.

OK.

Hi. Sorry about that.

Why did you want to know about Zoe?

Something wrong?

I just had this really weird phone call.

Yeah, from the nursing unit manager at St Angela's.

They wanted to know what you're like to work with.

Why would they want to know that? (CHUCKLES)

What did you tell her?

Him, actually. Oh.

I said you were a bitch.

Why didn't you tell me you had been offered the director's job there?

I don't know. I don't know.

I guess I'm still getting used to the idea of leaving here.

You would be brilliant at running your own department, Zoe.

When did you find out? I can't believe this!

A week ago. What?

Frank must be spitting chips.

He won't be able to run this place without you.

He does know, doesn't he?

You haven't... Zoe Gallagher!

Well, I don't know what to tell him.

Well, it's not exactly something you can write on a postcard.

OK. I know. And I keep putting it off.

Now that it's time to leave, we're in the middle of this Charlotte debacle.

No, no, no. Hang on. Hang on.

This is a great opportunity for you.

Do not let anything spoil that.

And what's the worst thing that can happen?

He'll shout. You'll live. Life goes on.

Yeah. Yeah, you're right.

Hmm. Hmm.

God, I'm so happy for you.

Your wife has serious injuries.

She needs to be in theatre. I know.

You can't get through to her when she thinks she's protecting Louis.

You'll have to find a way. We're running out of time.

Well, if we could just find out how our boy is.

Louis had to be sent for another brain scan.

What exactly does that mean?

If the clot's any bigger, they'll have to operate on it immediately

to clear it.

I need to be with him. You must deal with your wife first.

I can't deal with her. I want to strangle her for what she's done.

She's had an accident, Marc.

If she'd made sure he was safe in his booster seat...

Maybe!

But she's killing herself with guilt.

And it's not going to help your son to let her do that.

I'll sort it out.

Marc. I said I'd sort it, OK?

Ooh. Sorry. Christ!

Why is Rhiannon Wilson still here?

Well, she's on duty.

I meant why is she here at all? Why wouldn't she be here?

Because she's the reason one of my doctors

is at home feeling like crap instead of here working.

The reason your doctor is at home

is because she wouldn't let us handle the investigation.

When is Charlotte coming back? Ball's in her court.

I wanted her back the very next day.

JACK: What are you doing here?

I got a letter today via courier.

Letter saying what?

Apparently Rhiannon had a meeting with the board this morning

and said that if I admit to sexually harassing her

and write an apology,

that the whole thing can go away.

Except that it's going to be on my record forever.

So, what are you going to do?

Firstly, I'm gonna stick this where it belongs.

Secondly, I'm gonna resign.

(SIGHS) JACK: Here.

I appreciate this but I won't change my mind.

I won't admit to something I didn't do.

I'm not asking you to.

I just want you to think about what you're doing

before you throw your career away.

Resigning is not an answer. Then what is?

Fight it. It's my word against hers, Jack.

So?

So I don't think "I didn't do that" is gonna cut it.

Well, so, instead of trying, you're just going to walk away, are you?

Listen, I made an error in judgment.

I trusted Rhiannon with some personal information

because I thought it might help her.

Instead, she's gonna hang me with it.

Oh, this is not like you.

My reputation is mud!

Well, then, do something about it!

You've worked too hard

to let some rubbish accusation get the better of you, Charlotte.

You don't believe it?

Of course I don't believe it! Nobody does.

Thank you. Thank you.

You're welcome.

But we made a pact before he was born...

..that we'd always make decisions about him together.

This time we can't.

We can.

If I'm in here instead of in an operating theatre.

Jen, you're being ridiculous.

You can't go to the other hospital. I can.

And if they need to operate, you could call me.

We can discuss it.

Except I'm not going to.

Why would you do this to me?

I'm not doing it TO you, I'm doing it FOR you.

And for Louis. And for me.

How do you think we're gonna cope if you die?

How am I going to cope if I live, knowing I can't trust you anymore?

You stopped trusting me

the minute you went from being my wife to being a mother.

What are you talking about?

If I'd been driving that car today,

if it was my fault that Louis was hurt,

you wouldn't be here asking me to look after myself.

We need to get travelling.

You know it. It would have been an unforgivable thing to do.

That's enough.

But I am here. And I'm asking you to do the right thing.

Come on, Jen.

Remember how powerful we can be when we're together.

How we worked together to bring Louis into this world.

Yeah. Yeah?

Well, let's do that again to keep him here.

We can do it. You know we can. Come on.

Just close your eyes.

OK? Close 'em.

OK. See him... waking up.

See him as healthy and happy as he was yesterday,

running around the park like a maniac.

Get theatre on standby, will you?

How's he doing?

Pretty well, considering.

His potassium level and urine output are good.

I bet you feel better.

Yeah. Getting there.

Gonna lose the leg, aren't I?

Well, I'd like to be more positive. But... yeah, I'd say you are.

We'll get you into ICU as soon as possible.

I'll organise a transfer.

Page me if there's any change, yeah? (MOUTHS INAUDIBLY)

You should frame these and give them as gifts.

So the whole world can see what a joke I've been?

No.

Let sleeping dogs lie.

What happened to wishing you could fix things?

Well...

..I'm about to lose my leg.

It's punishment for that.

So, forgive me if I say I don't give a damn anymore.

Once the harm is done...

..we can't go back.

Hey. Sorry. What did you want to talk to me about before?

It doesn't matter now.

How's the baby?

Yeah. Good. Paediatrics has her warmed up.

And she's feeding. Mm-hm.

The police have been informed. They'll need a statement from you.

Well, I figured that.

And I guess they'll do their usual publicity thing

and try to get the mother to come forward.

Figured that too.

Well, how could you see such a beautiful baby and not respond?

But then, we don't know why she abandoned it in the first place.

No. Do we?

So, I've got to go and get my car.

Oh? Where'd you leave it?

At the phone box where I found the baby.

Oh, that's right, yeah.

Flat mobile-phone battery.

Not like you to go out on your rounds without charging your phone.

Well, sometimes even I make mistakes, Frank.

Frank, I need to speak with you.

Hmm.

Just been to see Admin. Ah.

The board want me to admit, apologise and forget.

And? I thought about it for two seconds.

Then I said no.

I want my job back, Frank.

Really? Because last time we spoke, you were gonna throw it all in.

I was in a little bit of a head spin.

I see. And what's happened?

Well, now I'm pissed off. Oh, good.

I want this allegation cleared

and I'm gonna do anything it takes to make sure that that happens.

Well, about bloody time.

Don't do anything rash. And don't go near that bloody woman.

I'll be there when you wake up.

I promise I'll get there as quick as I can.

Just keep seeing him happy and healthy again.

Do you think she believed me? What? She shouldn't have?

I don't know. I guess the visualisation stuff really does work.

Marc? Are you alright?

I just do it for her, you know. 'Cause she's so into it.

What? And you're not? What?

Come and sit down over here, mate. Oh. Marc!

Marc! Come on, Marc.

Give us a hand over here, will you?

Now! Open your eyes, Marc.

When were you diagnosed with diabetes?

I've known about it since I was a kid.

You're a diabetic.

You have to eat regularly to keep your blood sugar level up.

Yeah, I know, I just...

I wasn't thinking about that.

Do you want him to have the rest of the dextrose?

No, he's eating now so he should be fine.

Just check his BSL in an hour. I have to see my son.

You're not going anywhere. No arguments.

I'm too tired to argue anyway.

Don't worry. We're in touch with St Angela's.

So, if you need to give consent, you can do that by phone.

Look, do you mind if I make an observation?

Devotion in a marriage is a truly great thing.

But too much can throw things out of balance.

Well, it was that or risk losing her.

She loves you very much.

She loves our son more.

I'm OK with that.

I love him too.

That doesn't mean

you should sacrifice what you need from your wife.

Maybe I have let things get out of whack.

Maybe that's going to cost me.

But I do what I have to do...

..to keep things together.

Jennifer's on the operating table. Finally.

Good.

Let's hope we weren't too late.

Are you alright?

I heard about Marc collapsing.

Yeah, well, he's too busy trying to keep the peace to look after himself.

Yes. I got that.

I was expecting fireworks from him today

but they didn't come.

Well, she didn't have the accident to inconvenience him.

She tried to do right by her son. I know that.

You have no idea how hard it is

to be angry with someone when they're that upset.

You want to scream that it's not fair but you can't.

Because you look like the selfish one.

Look, being honest isn't being selfish.

If you really love someone, you don't put that kind of pressure on them.

I'm sorry that things are tricky for you and Dan right now.

Would it help if I talked to him? (SCOFFS) What would you say?

"Your fiancee keeps whingeing to me about how much she misses you."

I wouldn't put it quite like that. Oh, leave it.

I hate seeing you like this. Then stay the hell out of it, Bart!

You'll be very pleased to know the operation was a success.

Is there any more news about Louis?

Er, yes. They finished the surgery on his arm. It went very well.

And they expect he'll regain full use of it.

And the clot in his brain?

The neurosurgeons think they can cure that without surgery.

Thank God.

10 out of 10 for the visualisation.

He'll be running around again in no time.

Marc would have been up earlier but he decided to have a fainting spell.

What happened?

Nothing. Nothing to worry about. It was just a blood sugar thing.

Don't you go getting sick on me too.

I won't.

You know you guys need a talk. You know that, don't you?

Homer. Louis needs you to be OK together.

It's none of your business. He's right. Come on.

He'll be in Intensive Care sedated and ventilated

till at least tomorrow.

That gives you time to say whatever needs to be said.

I couldn't have put it better myself.

Ricky. You got a sec? I just want to go home.

I just want to go home. I just want to talk to you, OK?

You love Dan, right? Of course I do.

And you know he loves you too.

And if his dad hadn't have died and his mum hadn't have moved in,

you'd be planning your wedding

instead of going home on your own.

Gee. Thanks for the update.

Yeah. But the wedding... is not what matters.

What are you talking about?

What matters is the marriage. Being together.

You can do that without horse-drawn carriages and doves

and... whatever else people want on their wedding day.

We haven't set a date, let alone talk details.

Well, then, you've got nothing to lose. You just call him.

Tell him you want to be with him now.

If I had a chance to marry the girl I loved,

a pigeon outside the registry office would be enough for me.

I don't know. It's just something to think about.

You are the best friend a girl could have. You know that?

I don't know. See you tomorrow. (CHUCKLES)

Dan, it's me.

You still hiding in here? I'm not hiding.

I'm, er... I'm waiting for you.

Have you been tidying up my desk? I'm just sorting a few things out.

How the bloody hell am I supposed to find anything?

Frank, I'm leaving.

I've been offered another position.

And I need to start straightaway.

Now, I know it's really bad timing with Charlotte on suspension

and I'm sorry about that.

But I really do appreciate everything

that you've taught me over the years.

Everything you know about emergency medicine, you mean.

Well, you asked me if I was happy playing second fiddle.

And the truth is, no, I'm not.

Yes. I, er... I realise that.

And I've been offered the director's job at St Angela's.

Well, well, well, your own department. Whacko, eh?

Yeah!

And I would like you to be pleased for me.

Because I bloody well deserve it.

Oh, I am. I am.

And I know you do. That's why I recommended you.

What? You knew?

Mmm.

Frank, how could you do this to me?

Do you know what I have been through all week?

I thought you wanted to keep it secret.

You bastard!

Yeah. So, are you coming?

Where?

Somewhere that sells incredibly expensive champagne.

Because there are a few things that you need to know

about running an E.D.

You're shouting, right?

(SCOFFS) I've taught you well, haven't I?

I cannot believe you knew and you didn't say anything.

(APPROACHING FOOTSTEPS)

Your baby girl is doing fine.

Thank you.

And... you, you.

How are you?

I am well, thank you.

Yes?

For you.

(SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE) She's beautiful.

Like her mother.

What will happen to her?

Er, well, that depends on what our friend Phil here

has organised for you.

So, any bright ideas yet about how we keep this family together?

I've been trying to figure out

where the best place is for them to go.

But if the authorities catch them here with you,

you'll be in serious trouble.

(SCOFFS) The authorities.

They can go and get stuffed.

You can stay here.

How can we thank you for what you've done for us?

Well, you already have.