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(DISTORTED VOICE) Daniel.

Daniel.

Daniel.

Dan.

Mum!

What time does your shift start?

Not till 3:30.

Shouldn't you start getting up, then? I AM up!

Do not snap at me.

(SIGHS) Oh, God.

After Luke's physio this afternoon, we're going back to the farm.

It's what you want, isn't it?

(DOOR CLOSES)

I don't have time for this.

That was sick. (BOY LAUGHS)

How funny was that?

It was crazy. Jeez.

Alright. Whose turn it is now?

Er, I think Mitch. Yeah? Do you want to give it a go?

Yeah, alright. Hop in.

(WHISPERS) Watch this.

Mate, piss off.

You look scared, mate.

Nah.

All clear.

'Bye.

(HIGH-PITCHED WHISTLING)

That's it. Go, Mitch! Come on, Mitch!

(ALL LAUGH AND CHEER)

Come on! Come on, Mitchy!

Stop.

Stop!

Hey! Stop!

(BOYS YELL)

(CHUCKLES) No way!

Mitch.

Did you get that?

Yeah!

Who cares, man? That was a good stack, bro!

That's gold! (LAUGHS)

Did you have any idea that this was what Bree had in mind?

No. She said, "Wear comfortable clothes."

I thought she meant jazzercise.

I thought she meant fun run.

('FLAUNT IT' BY TV ROCK PLAYS)

WOMAN: Alright. Ladies!

Who here has been to a pole-dancing hens' party before?

BREE: I have.

Excellent.

You'll know what to expect.

But for you newbies,

you're in for a really fun time.

The key is to relax, let yourself go

and enjoy yourself!

Alright.

We're going to start out slow.

So watch me.

Oh! Oh, my God.

How does she do that?

Are we expected to do that?

I don't even want to think about it.

Take it off.

I can't. Bree went to so much trouble.

Oh, well, your funeral.

Wedding! Wedding.

Hey! How fun is this?

Did you know my friend couldn't get a hens' night till, like, October?

Oh, so, how did we...?

I don't know. We just got lucky, I guess. There was a cancellation.

Bubbles for the bride! I'll pass.

Why? I'm pacing myself.

That's very good.

You should wait to see what I've got organised for tonight!

What have you got planned tonight? I'm not going to ruin the surprise.

But if you think this is fun, you are going to love it!

(THUD!) WOMAN: Oh, my God.

Ah. This is Kitty Kat.

Sorry. What's your real name?

Caitlin. Caitlin Kelly.

Caitlin fell heavily on her wrist.

I came off the pole.

I don't know why. I've done that smoking angel move 100 times before.

Smoking angel? Pole dancing. Bree organised it.

I think I heard something snap when I fell off the pole.

OK. Let's take a look.

Thank you, Gabrielle.

No, I'll stay and help Caitlin get settled.

No, no, it's alright. It's your day off.

No, it's not a problem. Really.

Yeah, we'll meet you there. OK. (CAITLIN GROANS)

Hey, I'm so sorry that that whole dancing thing went bust.

She came down hard, didn't she? She did.

I've organised for us to meet the rest of the girls at Cougars.

Cougars? Is that OK?

It's just we've got a bit of time to kill

between now and what I've got organised later.

That's fine. Where's your veil?

It's in the car. Oh. Excellent. Alright, let's go.

Oh, wait. You know what? We're short-staffed.

So? What? Do you want to stay and help or something?

I just want to make sure that Caitlin's OK.

Oh, that's fine. Then we can all go together.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Great. Alright.

You're going to love what I've got organised.

(STEVE GRUNTS)

I can't get the tube in. His airway is too bloody swollen.

(ALARMS BEEP) His sats are dropping.

(GRUNTS) Come on, you mongrel!

It's no good, Steve. He needs a tracheostomy.

Oh, shit!

Oh. Eugh. I got it. What happened?

He was riding downhill in a shopping trolley.

Someone backed out and hit him.

We can't establish an airway. Prepping for emergency tracheostomy.

Full bloods and crossmatch? Yeah, it's happening.

Call Radiology. We need an urgent trauma series now.

And get onto next of kin. Tell them to get in here fast.

This kid's in a helluva mess.

Er, Mike's in Resus. It's a bad one so Bart and Steve are assisting.

Acute's waiting on a transfer to Cardiology.

I've got the food poisoning

and I'm just about to discharge the broken leg.

You are? Yep.

You want something done, ask a busy person. And that is about it.

Admissions have been jumping up and down.

I'll get to that as soon as I get a minute.

You'll get to it right now. I'm not a superwoman, Frank.

Then take off the cape.

How's Zac?

What? Your son. Remember?

How is he? What's your point, Frank?

Have you been getting enough sleep? You look tired.

I haven't had enough sleep since I was an intern.

I'm fine, Zac's fine. Thanks for asking. Anything else?

Beaumont, stop trying to do everything yourself.

You have some of the finest medical professionals

at your beck and call.

Use them!

STEVE: Tube in and secure.

I'll attach the chest drain.

DAN: I mean, we all did stupid things when we were kids.

But riding a shopping trolley into traffic? It's just suicide.

Teenage boys think they're immortal.

Pfft. Bloody idiots.

Blood in the chest drain.

He's got two lungs full of it. Better push that transfusion.

Yep.

There's lots of free fluid in the peritoneum. We need a CT scan.

I'll get onto Radiology.

Central line's in. Good.

That's got him about as stable as he'll get.

Let's prep him for travel.

Ah!

Is that painful? Very.

I'm sorry.

Hi!

Hi.

We're fine here. Thanks, Dr Quade.

Gee. That looks like it hurts. How'd that happen?

It was a fall. I had a bit of a dizzy spell.

I wouldn't have fallen off the pole otherwise.

Really?

I've been training pretty hard lately, that's all.

Really? That's...

Mmm. What have we got here?

We have a pole-dancing accident, Frank.

Ricky's hens' party.

Frank Campion.

If you two wouldn't mind taking your drool with you,

I'd like to finish assessing my patient.

Right. Off you go, Quade.

What? Off you go. Go on.

This is really hurting.

Oh! We'll get something for the pain.

Jaeger, is that the new uniform? Yes, Frank.

So... (CHUCKLES) ..you were whirling around a pole as well?

It was a class! (CLEARS THROAT)

Ms Kelly's my patient. Thank you very much, Frank.

I thought you were delegating. To who?

Me! I'll look after her. You're going to a party.

I'm fine with missing parts of Bree's plan.

Give me one second to put my uniform on.

Thank you, Gabrielle. Thank YOU!

Good! So, it's all sorted.

Do keep me abreast.

He's funny. (GIGGLES)

Yeah. A riot.

This is Dale Andrews. He's febrile at 38.9 with chills, night sweats.

Dale, hi. I'm Dr Quade.

How long have you felt like this? Two days.

Aches or pains?

Back, neck. And it hurts when I pee.

Hmm?

I mean, it really hurts.

OK.

And one more thing -

it's quite painful inside me...

..at the back.

Throbbing. You know.

Inside your rectum, you mean?

Have you had this pain before?

Mmm.

How often?

How often, Dale? It's important that we know.

Four, five times.

There's no need to be embarrassed. It's our job.

So, what we'll do is we'll get a urine sample.

I do apologise if that's going to be painful for you

but it will tell us whether you're battling a urinary tract infection.

OK.

Then I'll be back in a little while to do a PR exam for the throbbing.

That doesn't stand for 'public relations', does it?

Afraid not.

We need a nurse in here.

Yep.

Have you seen Dan? He's with Jack.

I need someone in Resus. Alright. I can do it.

What have we got? Teenager, multiple injuries.

Having trouble stabilising him.

Fluid separating the splenic vein and the pancreatic wall.

STEVE: And free fluid in the peritoneum.

The kid's haemorrhaging.

Mitch's father's here. I'll be right out.

Call upstairs. Get them to prep a theatre as soon as possible.

Push that unit of blood through and get the next unit ready.

Will do.

(MOANS)

Here.

Here.

Do you live in the city?

(SIGHS) Out west.

I'm here for a conference.

Ah. What's the conference for?

I'm an astrophysicist.

Oh, great.

Right.

What are you working on?

You heard of quasars?

Yeah. In science-fiction movies, yeah.

Well... I'm working on them.

Cool.

Oh, OK. I'll leave you to get changed.

And I'll come back for the specimen.

There's something to look forward to.

He was riding in a shopping trolley?

Well, some sort of stunt, we're guessing.

Hold on. Mitch wouldn't do that.

Mr Collins, your son's in a critical condition.

I need your consent to operate on him.

Yes. But I need to see him first. Well, of course you can.

I think you should prepare yourself.

Your son is unconscious and on life support.

He's breathing through a hole in his throat.

I don't care. I just need to see him.

(ALARMS WAIL)

What's happening?

Um, we'll just wait here.

5mg bolus of midazolam. What's going on?

BP's up to 175 on 112. Ventilated pressure's gone up.

Stop ignoring me! What's going on? Listen. Listen, he's had a seizure.

They're trying to help him. We'll wait outside. Come on.

I'm not going anywhere.

Draw up a loading dose of phenobarbitone.

Oh, jeez. John.

ERICA: Here. Chest in.

Right, theatre's on stand-by. Let's go.

Now, the surgery's gonna take several hours, at least.

Just wait! Wait!

WAIT!

(WHISPERS) Hey, Mitch.

It's me, Dad.

I'm here.

I love you, mate.

They have to go now.

I can't lose him. I don't intend to lose him.

John, you've got to trust us.

Listen, why don't we find somewhere to sit down

and can I get you something to drink?

I dunno. Well, just stay here for me.

Alright? (SOTTO) Yeah.

Hey, Ricky.

Can you find somewhere for Mr Collins to sit down?

Yeah, sure. Think he'll need a lot of support.

So I'll have to cancel a couple of home visits.

Don't cancel them. I can stay with him.

Would you? Yeah.

You're a treasure.

Mr Collins? Let's go and get some fresh air.

So what are his chances?

It's hard to say.

Hard to say or you just don't wanna say?

I mean, you would've seen lots of boys in Mitch's condition.

I mean, what are we talking? 70/30?

60/40? Worse than that?

Look, Mr Collins, your son's injuries are life-threatening

and there's a real possibility that he won't make it.

But he is in the best place he can be right now.

His mum died six years ago. Liver cancer.

She made me swear I'd never let anything happen to him.

It's not your fault.

Maybe if I didn't try and wrap him in cotton wool his whole life

you know, he wouldn't have done this stupid thing.

A bloody shopping trolley!

I mean, why?!

Oh! What are you doing?!

I... I volunteered to stay on here for a while.

Oh! We're short-staffed.

You know what?

If you didn't wanna come,

you probably should've just said something.

I did want to come. I just... felt like I should stay here.

That's all. Whatever.

Er, where's Ricky? Not sure.

What? Oh, this sucks!

I had the whole thing planned.

You would've LOVED what I've got organised for tonight.

Oh, yeah? I'll give you a hint.

The real ones also use poles.

A gondolier?

No, a... a fireman.

Oh!

Yeah, well, he was gonna be dressed like a fireman, at least.

Well, here's a thought - leave your phone on

and I'll see if Ricky and I can join you later.

It's the last hens' party I ever organise.

I'm sorry! Bree!

Er, listen, if you do want to know where Erica is

she's with the Resus patient's father.

Thanks, but I can pretty much guarantee she doesn't wanna go.

Phwoo!

Well, there's nothing very edifying about a bride-to-be

licking whipped cream off a male stripper's body, is there?

They still do that, don't they?

Right. Forget I spoke.

(MAN GROANS AND GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

What's going on in there?

A PR examination of a severely inflamed prostate.

Prostatitis? Yeah. Poor guy's in agony.

I should take a look. No, no, no.

He's feeling uncomfortable. I don't really think he needs a crowd.

Besides, you've got the hot pole dancer to monopolise.

OK. I wanna see his chart, when you're done.

Mm-hm.

Are those painkillers having any effect?

Yeah, but I feel a bit woozy.

Drowsiness and slight dizziness

and mood swings are possible side effects of the morphine.

Hmm. Took two of those boxes.

Can I have some of that stuff to take home?

Sorry. Oh, well.

It was worth a try. I do have some good news, though.

Your X-rays are all clear. Really?

But I heard something snap.

It's just badly sprained. It's not broken.

That's a relief. When do you reckon I can get back to training?

I would like you to rest it for a few days until the swelling goes down.

And after that, what? A week? A couple of weeks?

The national championships are coming up.

The championships for pole dancing? Yeah.

Been runner-up for the last two years.

God, from what I saw today, you've got this year in the bag.

Oh, I hope so. Be a real boost for my business if I did win.

What? Nothing.

You don't think there should be

a national championship for pole dancing.

I-I don't have an opinion. It's pretty obvious you do.

You think pole dancing's just for strippers, don't you?

Last year my business turned over almost $100,000.

That kind of money just doesn't come from would-be strippers.

Pole dancing is about fitness, entertainment, fun.

Sure. My mistake.

(SCOFFS) Beaumont?

Can I have a word, please?

You're being sexist.

Oh, come on! Pole dancing's as much a sport as jelly wrestling.

Well, maybe not an Olympic sport. Although...

God, you're such a bloke. And you are such a wowser.

What? You're jealous!

(LAUGHS) What?! You've got 'pole envy'.

Oh, get your hand off it, Frank.

Right, we talked earlier about you having to delegate more.

No, you talked about it. I listened. I always put patient care first.

Patient care depends on the efficient running of the department,

not you buzzing around like a blue-arsed fly

while half your team's twiddling their thumbs.

Who? Homer and Taylor.

They were tied up in Resus. Not anymore.

Which you would've noticed, had you been keeping your eye on things.

I was keeping my eye on things but I'm also trying to treat a patient.

Oh, get out of here and delegate!

Go!

Dale, our tests show that you do have an infection.

The infection has spread from your prostate into your bladder

and your bloodstream.

That's why I feel so lousy. Yeah.

So we'll be keeping you in overnight

until a urologist can come and see you in the morning.

And I'm also gonna be starting you on some antibiotics.

Gentamicin and Ampicillin.

Yeah, I'm just gonna do another set of obs first.

(GROANS)

So, Dale, how long have you been suffering prostatitis?

18 months. Mm-hm.

And what's your GP prescribing for it?

I haven't been to a doctor about it.

So who did the diagnosis?

I read about the symptoms on the Internet.

(SIGHS) OK, so what have you been doing for the pain?

Some sufferers use internal massage to drain the inflamed prostate.

It's called 'prostate massage'.

Yeah. I've been doing that.

Recently? Yes!

So who's been helping you with the massage?

Your wife, perhaps? No.

So how do you do it?

I bought a device off the Net.

It's called a 'wand'. It's the only thing that's helped.

Yeah. No, I understand.

Can't keep the smirk off his face, can you?

What? No. I'm not smirking.

Honestly!

You... you bought a wand off the Net

to massage your prostate gland.

That's... I get that.

Dale, you get some rest and I'll be back in a moment.

The surgery's going well, but it's taking longer than we'd hoped.

Thank you for letting me know.

Is there anyone I can call for you? No.

It's, er, Mitch's HSC year.

Wants to do arts/law. (LAUGHS)

(MOBILE BEEPS) Oh, shit. I'm sorry.

Forgot to turn it off. That's OK.

It's the mother of one of Mitch's friends.

Carol. Hi.

Sorry, I can't talk.

Yes, he's being operated on now. How did you know?

What?!

You saw it where?

Oh, no.

No, no, no, no. What is it?

There's something I have to do. I'll be back as soon as I can.

John?

I've gotta do this. What's wrong?

I've gotta do this. What's wrong?

There's a video of Mitch's accident on the Net!

There's a video of Mitch's accident on the Net!

What?!

All the kids are just sitting around laughing their heads off at it.

My son is in there fighting for his life and they're laughing at him?

I'm so sorry... What is wrong with them?!

I know the little bastard that would've put it up there.

I'm gonna make him take it down. Don't. John!

How do I get out of here? Don't do this.

Let me out! It's not gonna help your son!

Let me out! John!

John!

John? Hey.

What's wrong?

Von is gonna kill me.

Have you seen Caitlin anywhere? No. Nup.

(CROWD CHEERS)

Guys!

Guys, come on, she's a patient. She's got a wristband on.

ALL: Aw!

Miss? Hmm, you can call me Kitty Kat.

(LAUGHS) Why don't we go inside?

You might've hurt your arm. Oh!

OK. (GIGGLES)

Hello! MAN: Oh, yeah.

Hello.

What are you doing? I don't know. Help me.

Come on, Caitlin. Back inside. Come on.

Show's over. ALL: Aw!

(GIGGLES) Whoa!

He's cute, isn't he?

You are so cute!

Thank you. Alright. (GIGGLES)

Let's get you into bed.

Oooh! Whoa! Whoop!

GABRIELLE: Oh! Whoa!

She must've had a reaction to the morphine.

My wrist is hurting again. Is it any wonder?

Somebody should stay with her until the drug leaves the system.

You're not even supposed to be here. Well, I am, so problem solved.

What are you doing? Are you back from your break?

Yeah, I guess. Good. There's a patient in Subacute.

Yeah. Alright. It's mine.

Huh! (GROANS)

Oh, there we... My wrist is hurting again.

Now. Going.

Can I have another hit of those painkillers?

I have built up a bit of a tolerance to them over the years.

Why's that? (GIGGLES)

I had the teensiest of drug problems for a while.

But I'm fine now!

I'm flying!

Yes, you are.

(GIGGLES)

Here we go.

You think I'm an idiot, don't you?

For not seeing a doctor about this.

Well, it's a very common medical condition.

It's nothing you need to keep it a secret.

You'd be happy for people to know

that having sex is painful, would you?

Can't see how it'd come up in conversation.

I'm sorry. It can't be easy.

The pain doesn't make me very nice to be around either.

Oh.

And I'm used to dealing with things my own way.

Looks like that's brought me unstuck.

Hmm.

Did I fall asleep?

Er, no.

I had the most realistic dream.

Well, if that dream involved

you spinning around a pole on our hospital grounds,

wasn't a dream.

Oh, my God.

(GROANS)

You OK? Hang on.

Did I fall on it again? I don't think so.

Let me have a look.

So I really danced?

You really danced. (LAUGHS)

I can't believe I did that!

Well, some people have some very unusual reactions to the medication.

Is that what you think it was?

Ahhh! Most probably.

Listen, try and keep that still for me.

I'll be back in a second. Charlotte?

Charlotte, Caitlin's wrist is looking a lot worse.

I think she might have a scaphoid fracture.

You're kidding me?

Could have easily been missed on the normal X-ray.

How sure are you? Pretty sure.

Right, get her to the plaster room,

put a scaphoid plaster on it and book an Outpatients appointment.

Will do.

Your temperature's still quite high,

so... are you sure that there's no-one we can call for you?

Your wife, maybe?

No.

She might be worried.

Only if she finds out.

She doesn't know about the prostatitis?

You've had it for 18 months. Yeah.

And every time you have sex it causes you pain?

Yes! Is the pain very obvious?

It's like having my private parts dipped in boiling oil.

Well, I mean, if it hurts that much

I don't believe that your wife doesn't realise something's wrong!

I fake it.

Fake what? The grand finale.

You fake orgasm.

Mmm.

How does that hide the pain from your wife?

Excuse me, Dan. Yes?

When you got a minute, your brother's here.

Could you just tell him to wait outside?

I'll just be one minute. Sure.

Go see your brother. There's nothing you can do for me.

How's your physio? Fine.

What's wrong? What do you think?

Mum's at home packing. Do you care about that at all?

Of course I care. Then what's the problem?

The problem is that my mother doesn't rule my life anymore.

She just lost her husband, for...

Yeah, we just lost our dad!

OK? Everyone's struggling here, Luke.

This blackmail routine of hers, this has to stop.

I know Mum can be a complete pain in the arse, alright?

But she needs us, Dan. I know, OK?

I just can't put my entire life on hold.

I'm not asking you to put your entire life on hold!

I am just asking you to understand where she is coming from.

OK? You dropped this engagement on her she knows nothing about.

Then Dad dies. I know!

This doesn't mean that she can be a complete bitch to Erica.

You're happy to just give her an ultimatum -

"Feel how I want you to feel or get out"?

I never said that.

Here I was thinking you could give a damn about someone else.

How stupid am I? What's that mean?

Forget it. No, I'm not gonna forget it.

What's that supposed to mean?

Mum thinks you're some kind of superhero, Dan.

Oh! Re... Whoa!

Ridiculous. Is it?

Look at you. You're a mother's dream.

Good job, good prospects,

the son who'll end up giving her grandchildren.

So I hope you're happy, bro.

If you wanted to hurt her, you succeeded. Well done.

You know what?

It's none of your business.

Grrrrrr!

(GIGGLES)

Miss Kelly.

How can I help you?

Hmm! The better question is, how can I help you?

Alright, who put you up to it?

Wanna play?

(PURRS)

Beaumont! (PURRS)

(CHUCKLES) (GIGGLES)

You're a naughty kitty, aren't you? Can you growl?

(GROWLS)

Oh, no, come on, that was very good, but I want you to go for it.

(GROWLS LOUDLY) Go on. Oh, you're a tiger!

(LAUGHS) Can you do it? Sure I can.

(GROWLS) (GROWLS)

(GROWLS)

Private party, Frank?

Come on. (GIGGLES)

Right, now give us a big roar.

(ROARS)

You see her left arm? GABRIELLE: Left side weakness.

Slight slurring of the speech and an obvious loss of inhibition.

You think? You think she's had a stroke.

You interrupted us.

Did she hit her head when she fell? No.

Did she? No!

I whacked myself pretty hard the other day, though.

On the head? I came down pretty hard.

But I had a bit of a lump but I was OK.

Get her down to Radiology for an urgent head CT

and you had better hope you haven't missed a brain bleed.

Hey. What are you doing here?

Is everything OK at home? Peachy.

Luke? You got what you wanted.

Mum's going so I don't think we got anything more to talk about.

Going where? Where do you think?

Back to the farm so you and Dan can live happily ever after.

Wait a minute. Why? Why? Talk to me, please.

Why don't you talk to Dan? He seems to have it all figured out.

Yeah, well, I'm asking you. What happened?

You really don't know anything about it, do you?

Know about what?

Look, Dan and Mum had a massive fight last night.

They know how to push each other's buttons

and they do it with a sledgehammer.

What were they fighting about? You.

Look, Dan told Mum to choose -

either accept you or get out of his life.

Alright, I'll talk to him. You won't change his mind.

Well, I have to, otherwise he'll never forgive himself.

WOMAN: His GCS is 14. Pupils equal and reactive.

Nil motor or sensory deficits.

Oh, my God! John.

I was right about who put the video on the Internet.

He calls himself Mitch's friend. Police aren't far behind.

What happened? He was attacked with a cricket bat.

How's my son?

Still in theatre. What does that mean?

Exactly that. He's still in theatre.

But is he doing alright? He's alive, mate.

They're doing the best they can for him right now.

Sorry, that's all I can tell you. OK.

The paramedics said you lost consciousness.

Oh, I don't remember. Do you feel dizzy or nauseous now?

No. OK.

Have you had a tetanus shot in the last 10 years?

I'm not sure. We'll give you a booster.

This is gonna need suturing. Yeah, I'll set it up.

Cheekbone's not looking too flash either, mate.

I wanna do a CT scan, just to be on the safe side.

We're gonna have to keep you overnight for observation.

Is that alright? No plans of going anywhere, doc.

I'll handle them. Then I'll get onto Radiology.

Mm-hm. Clean up his head lac.

Here, just pop your head up.

So this friend of Mitch's wouldn't take the footage down?

He just laughed at me.

Thought it was the biggest joke in the world.

What's wrong with kids today? They're kids.

No, it's different.

It's all just entertainment to them. Pain, suffering.

No differentiation. What happened?

I lost it.

Started smashing things.

His computer first, keyboard.

Then I couldn't stop.

I was just so angry. (SIGHS)

Until the kid's brother came in and clobbered me with a cricket bat.

I was...

(QUIETLY) ..was a bloody idiot.

But I had no choice. I had to do something.

Subdural haematoma,

which is putting enough pressure on Caitlin's frontal lobe

to severely alter her mood and behaviour.

How could I miss that?

Well, she only presented with a hurt wrist, Charlotte. Ha!

Right, we'll need to get a Neuro consult.

Yeah. Oi!

Are you OK? I'm fine.

Can you please get onto Neuro for me?

Absolutely. Where's Tiger?

Tiger's busy.

We've had the results of your CT scan

and it seems that you have some bleeding on your brain.

What?

A clot has accumulated under the membrane that covers your brain.

It probably happened when you hit your head the other day.

What's Tiger doing? Caitlin?

A neurosurgeon is gonna come down and speak to you.

He'll probably recommend surgery.

Do you understand me? Aha.

Do you? I'm not stupid!

No-one ever said you were stupid.

I'm the stupid one. I-I should've picked this up a whole lot earlier.

So my wrist is broken?

No, darl, you've broken a bone in your hand, called you scaphoid.

You said it wasn't. Caitlin, look at me.

Please, I need you to try and focus.

So what am I gonna do about the national championships?

There's always next year.

But this was my year.

I know.

And, um... I'm sorry.

Charlotte, you can't blame yourself for this.

We hardly did a thorough history when we brought her in.

I should've done one.

Frank's right. I am... all over the place.

I'm doing everything at once and none of it well.

Are you married, Dan? I'm engaged.

How would your fiancee react

if she found out you had a problem like mine?

Well, my fiancee is a nurse

so I think she might understand.

But you don't tell her everything, do you?

Especially not things you think will upset her?

(SIGHS) No.

But... are you sure she doesn't suspect there's a problem?

(SIGHS) Not really.

Just before I left for the conference,

she asked me if I was having an affair.

What did you say?

I said, "Yeah, I'm seeing a $20 bum wand I bought off the Internet."

I'm a middle-aged scientist,

not that wealthy, not that good-looking.

It took my whole life to find this woman.

I can't risk losing her.

Well, I hate to say it, but if you don't tell her

there's a good chance you're gonna lose her anyway.

Neurosurgeon wants her sent up to theatre immediately.

I heard. Caitlin, is there anyone you'd like us to call for you?

There's only my mum.

Would you like me to call her? I'm sure she'd love to be here.

We don't get on. She disowned me.

That teensy drug problem you mentioned earlier?

No. She stuck by me through all that.

(SIGHS) We started to fall out when I bought the business.

Why?

Well, drugs she could understand. That's an illness.

But pole dancing to Mum -

I might as well be working as a prostitute.

I'm sorry.

It's OK.

You can't help the way people think.

I guess not.

Do you have any questions? Did the neurosurgeon explain everything?

Yeah, he started, but I don't want all the details.

Yeah, he started, but I don't want all the details.

I... I just wanna be myself again.

Well, good luck, huh?

Thanks.

Tiger! Hello, Caitlin.

You're in good hands, love.

Frank, your office.

I realise my failure

to correctly diagnose Caitlin's condition

could have cost her her life.

And? I'm sorry.

And? Maybe it's too much for me.

Self-pity does not become you, Beaumont.

I'm serious, Frank.

If I can't even notice a patient's left-sided weakness

because I'm too worried about who's in Resus, what good am I?

It may come as a shock, but even I wasn't born knowing how to delegate.

It takes time.

Look, maybe I'm just not cut out for this.

Come on. I didn't hire you so you'd turn into an organisational robot.

I just want you to be the doctor I know you can be.

The 2ICness will come. But, Frank, I...

Get back to work! So I can get out of here.

And don't forget that paperwork.

Any news? Yes, your son's out of theatre.

He's listed as critical but stable.

Oh! Oh, thank you!

Thank you! Thank you! Hey!

Ah, where are you going? Hey!

I gotta go see him. You can't. You can't.

Come on! Just for a few moments. Please?

Oh, I can take him. I'll be really quick. I promise.

As long as he's straight back. He needs that CT scan.

Mm-hm. I'll get a wheelchair. Erica, I'll be fine.

Whoa!

He's arrested. John, can you hear me?

Let's get him back on the bed now!

Steve, we've been at this for 50 minutes.

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

Time of death, 8:02pm.

(PANTS)

This is a coroner's case, right?

Yeah. He was hit by a cricket bat.

Better get the cops back in here.

Will do.

Bloody hell. I'll go and see his son.

We've removed a clot from his brain.

We won't know the full extent of the damage until he wakes up.

If he wakes up. Hmm.

Yeah, same goes for motor and sensory loss.

Just a bit too early to tell, but he's alive.

Mmm, completely on his own now.

Yeah.

It's such a waste.

Bet if John had asked him,

Mitch would rather his dad be sitting at his bedside

than trashing a mate's bedroom.

I guess parents don't always act rationally

when they think their children are in danger.

Well, then, I should've stopped him.

How?

His father just did what he thought was right.

Mmm, I guess.

Dale, we have the Head of Urology coming down to see you tomorrow.

He's the top guy in the field, so...

I'm not expecting any miracles.

I know there's no magic wand.

(GRUNTS) Excuse the pun.

All the best, mate.

Thanks.

Er, hang on a sec. Can you guys just give us a second?

Ta.

Right, I'm gonna be talking out of school here.

You have to call your wife. Dan, listen...

Just listen to me, please.

You can't leave it like this, OK?

She already thinks you're cheating on her.

Chances are she's gonna be relieved that it's just a medical problem.

I know, which is why I've already called her.

You have?

I told her I was in hospital and I had an infection.

That's as far as I got.

It's a start.

Yeah. I hope so.

OK, good.

Er, yeah, we're right. (CLEARS THROAT)

Good luck.

Hey, how's Caitlin? Oh, good. She's in Recovery.

Good.

Hey, are you meeting up with Bree later?

No. You?

See ya.

So, tell me, when am I gonna get to see what you learnt today?

Pole dancing?

I didn't learn anything, actually. Oh.

But I ran into Luke today and he said you had a fight with your mum.

He obviously missed the bit where I said it was none of his business.

You've got to sort it out. Yeah, I know.

Let's go now.

I don't think that's a good idea.

Family's too important to throw away.

And if I wanna be part of your family, and I do,

then we have to sort this out together.

You sure? Of course I'm sure.

I don't wanna tear your family apart

and I don't want you resenting me in 10 years time...

I'm never going to resent you! We both have to swallow our pride.

Do whatever we have to do to fix this.

Yeah?

Come on.

I can do this on my own. No, you can't.

Yes, I can. RHONDA: Daniel, is that you?

Yes, Mum.

Don't turn off your show on our account.

It was over.

How was your hens' party?

Finished early.

That's a shame.

Have you had dinner? Not hungry.

Oh, for God's sake! Alright, I'm gonna clear the air.

I know that you love Dan and you'd do anything for him.

I mean, of course you would. That's what parents do.

But what you have to understand

is that... I love him too.

I do understand that.

It's just... What?

No woman's gonna be good enough for me, Mum.

You wanna back up a bit there, mate? What?! Sorry?

Don't put tickets on yourself, Daniel.

Then what is it? What's the problem?

We understand what a terrible time you've had...

Do you?

You know what it's like to find out

your son has fallen in love with a woman you've never even met?

Mum! She's right. Let's clear the air.

Then, when you're just getting your head around that, your husband dies.

You know how that feels too, do you?

No, of course I don't.

I miss him.

We know you do.

And I can't bear the thought of losing you too.

Well...

I'm jealous.

You two have each other,

your whole future together.

And I'm trying to get used to waking up on my own.

Mum...

You wanted the truth. There it is.

Your mother is a selfish woman,

who's only thinking of herself.

And knowing that should make it so much easier to turn your back on me.

Nobody's turning their back on you, Rhonda.

That's the last thing any of us want to do.

Don't go, Mum.

OK?

Please, don't go.

Shhh!