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WOMAN: It's my pleasure to pronounce you husband and wife.

Go talk to him.

What? Who? Steve.

You've had your eyes on him the whole night.

50-year-old male, Laszlo Szucs.

Injury as a result of a skydiving accident.

Coming out to count the pieces, mate?

Professional interest in professional idiots.

He's got a fractured left femur, mid-shaft

and decreased air entry on the right side.

Let me guess. Chute failed to open.

They usually end up in the morgue.

From experience, I'd say it was a poorly judged landing.

Poorly judged? I didn't even come close to it.

It was a total cock-up. In front of 3,000 people.

I don't remember any LOC,

but they reckon I was gone for about two minutes.

GCS was 13, it's now up to 15.

All Saints. Tuesday. All Hail Prime Minister Kevin. How did I do?

You've sat this test before, mate. Once or twice.

How's the pain? Scale of one to three.

Leg, one to two. Ego's hurting about 11.

Count of three. Are you good to go, Laszlo?

Yeah, go for it, matey. Good man. One, two, three.

5mg of morphine. Increments of 2.5 till we get him pain-free.

History includes previous mid-shaft fracture, same side, four years ago.

Alright, what happened?

I was doing a flag jump onto a racecourse.

Hauling a 40-metre flag behind me.

That sounds tricky. Not when you know what you're doing.

But the wind popped up on the exit, screwed up the spot

and didn't plan on the tussock.

'Tussock'. Care to translate?

I tripped on a clump of grass doing 50km an hour.

Bounced back up and came back down on my leg.

Pelvis feels OK. Yeah.

You've got a pin still in place from a previous break.

Yeah.

You were warned the pin could dislodge, shattering your bone

if you landed like that again?

(SIGHS) Got over ten thousand jumps.

You'd think I'd be able to avoid making the same mistake twice.

Can I call family or friends for you?

No. There's nobody.

We'll need a full trauma series and bloods.

Who's next on the list? No-one for you.

What?

But I am glad I ran into you.

I haven't had a chance yet to thank you for dobbing me in to Gabrielle.

Didn't work though, did it? I'm still here.

Charlotte, can you see a patient for me in Acute?

Er, sure.

Tom Bishop, admitted via triage. What's AML?

Acute myeloid leukaemia.

It's cancer of the myeloid line of the white blood cells.

It affects the bone marrow and blood.

Poor guy. There's not much chance for him.

AML does have a high mortality rate, but who's his specialist?

He's in Adelaide. Tom's here on holiday.

Started feeling unwell this morning. Temperature's 38.4.

Hi, Tom. I'm Dr Beaumont. So when were you diagnosed with AML?

(SIGHS) Five and a bit years.

How have I survived this long?

Chemo on top of transplants of my own stem cells put me in remission.

Almost made it to the magic five-year mark,

but it came back last November.

That sucks.

Yeah, it does.

Have you had any chemo since then?

Yep. Bloods were looking good. I've been feeling OK too, until now.

I'm pretty sure I've picked up an infection.

Mmm, it sounds like you have.

I'm just hoping my white cells are up high enough to fight it off.

Tom, has your specialist discussed donor stem cell transplant?

Mm-hm, yeah.

But that would require a compatible donor, which I don't have.

OK.

C spine's clear.

Let's get that hard collar off and raise the bedhead.

The rest of the X-rays.

Photographic evidence of my stupidity, eh?

What is that thing on my leg, matey? That's a Thomas splint.

Hmm, old breaks to two ribs, four new ones.

Small pneumothorax on the right lung.

What's a pneumothorax?

A collapsed lung. Partial in your case.

Oh, great.

Got a lot of broken bones over the years.

Yeah, a few. Mostly in the '70s and the '80s.

Skydiving gear wasn't quite as reliable back then.

You've been doing it for a while.

Yeah. Long enough not to be making the sort of mistakes I made today.

Hey, you get older, your reflexes slow down. You know that?

What are you saying, I should be hanging up my rig?

About as much chance of that

as you handing in your scalpel, I'd say, Doc.

Sorry, the femur's smashed to pieces around these pins.

It's gonna be one hell of a repair job.

Yeah, so how long do you reckon I'll be grounded for, eh?

You're not seriously considering doing this again, are you?

Yeah, of course I am, mate. It's as good as sex.

(SCOFFS) Sex is as good as sex.

And you don't have to jump out of a plane to get it.

So how long has he been waiting for a donor?

Six months.

No siblings who are compatible? Only child.

What is he doing here?

He was on holiday when he started feeling sick.

So I may need you on board for some support.

Of course. Thank you.

Tom Bishop's MSU and sputum samples.

Great. Can you get those off to Pathology?

I'll also need to do full bloods, including a crossmatch and cultures.

And because of the risk of further infection,

I'd like Amy to be the only nurse have anything to do with Tom.

Yep. OK, I'll let everyone know.

Amy, give those to me. I'll do that.

Um, if you could take the blood cultures,

and bear in mind that his platelets will be a little bit low.

Yeah, I know.

That means he's got an increased chance of excessive bleeding.

Yeah. I just thought I'd mention it. Maybe you should do it.

I've only taken bloods once.

Jack took over when he saw how nervous I was.

He's good like that.

Huh.

Well, I will supervise, but doing it yourself is the only way to learn.

Let me know when you're ready.

Hey. Hey.

I was expecting you home last night. Oh, erm...

I had a drink with Dan when he got back.

I didn't want to drive so I just crashed on the couch.

We haven't really seen each other since the wedding.

I wouldn't mind a chat, when you've got a second.

Sure.

I have a patient now, though, so...

Tina, this is Dr Quade. He'll be looking after you.

A storm in a coffee cup. I'm fine.

Chest pain. Breathing difficulties.

No, brekky bagel went down the wrong way.

All I needed was a slap on the back.

Pulse and BP both slightly elevated.

Well, chest pain is always worth checking out.

Now, do you smoke? Yes.

Any family history of heart disease? Dad.

Heart attack at 47. Worked himself to death.

Look, I'm a telemarketer. It's an easy gig.

I don't do stress.

Do you exercise regularly? Nope.

OK, well, with the smoking, family history,

lack of exercise and, er, excess weight...

Women are meant to have curves.

Well, this all predisposes you to a heart attack

which you may have already had.

So we'll run some tests and see what's going on.

I haven't had a heart attack. I haven't!

And all your ECG's, your blood tests, are not gonna tell you otherwise.

Have you been through this before? Yes.

(MOBILE PHONE BEEPS)

Some old fart insisted last year when I came in with a broken toe.

Oh, good. Well, we can compare both sets of results.

I'll leave Dan to settle you in.

Mm-hm.

Um... sorry. Not in here.

(SIGHS)

Is there someone you would like me to contact?

No, thanks. I don't want to worry my folks.

Yep. That's it. Don't worry.

I've been jabbed by that many needles, I think I'm immune to pain.

Er... any particular reason you're over here?

Um... I was hoping to hook up with my birth parents.

I was adopted. And what? You didn't get the chance?

They didn't want to meet me.

So...

OK. Now you're ready to take the bloods.

I tried to catch up with them the first time before I got sick.

They didn't want to know about it.

Eight years later, I thought they might've changed their minds, but...

I'm sorry.

Do you know whether your parents are still together?

Yeah.

Whether they've had any more children?

Potential donors for me, you mean?

I don't know. That's not what it was about.

Well, it must have been at the back of your mind.

I was going to tell them about the leukaemia.

If things had worked out.

But if they knew, they might want to help.

No. No guilt trips.

Those are my terms.

'Vlasek's Czech, isn't it? Mm-hm.

So you weren't christened Michael. You'd be a Miklos.

Yep. That's me.

You born here?

Yeah. My parents came out after the war.

Mine too. But from Hungary. Wife and kids?

Can I have some more saline, Ricky? Yep.

We set up house once.

Then she started going on about me giving up skydiving.

So I had to move on.

Any regrets about that?

Sure I got regrets. She took the house.

(LAUGHS) But as far as being free to fly?

No regrets at all.

You got some discomfort with that shoulder?

It's just a little niggle.

The pneumothorax may be getting worse.

Hang on a sec. (BREATHES HEAVILY)

Excuse me.

Sats are down to 86%.

Decreased breath sounds on the right-hand side.

Let's set up for a chest drain.

Anything I should be worried about, Miklos?

No, it's a simple procedure.

To release the air building up around your lung

so the lung can reinflate.

Doesn't sound that simple.

(PANTS) Yeah. Trust me.

That's it.

So there may or may not be siblings.

Tom Bishop's blood results.

Thank you.

Neutropenic. Anaemic. His platelets are... nine.

That is much worse than I was expecting.

Will antibiotics help?

Hopefully - but a blood transfusion

might ease his symptoms in the short term.

Then start him on chemo again. Uh-uh.

He needs a stem cell transplant

before he can even tolerate any more chemo.

Does the donor need to be of the same blood group?

Same genetic makeup. Siblings are the most likely source.

He might have brothers and sisters.

Yes, but he doesn't want us to contact his family.

But he'll die otherwise. Can't we at least look into it?

Well, yeah.

Thrombocytopenic too?

(SIGHS) Well, that sucks.

What did my oncologist say?

Antibiotics, septic screen and transfusion.

(SIGHS) Bloody hell.

Tom, would you give us permission to contact your birth parents?

Waste of time. I've left messages.

Same when I was 16. I wrote them a letter.

Got one line back. "Appreciate no further contact."

Right. Well, you've come all of this way to see them.

Perhaps, er... a professional approach.

That might make a difference.

You'd have to do it without telling them I'm sick.

I'm a nurse. You're in hospital.

It could come up.

OK. But nothing about the leukaemia.

Tom...

It's the only way I'll agree to it.

Hi. Mrs Glass.

Yes.

I'm Von Ryan. I'm a nurse at All Saints Hospital.

Sorry, I haven't got any money on me.

If you can come back later... It's not about money.

Then what do you want? We're in a bit of a hurry.

There's no easy way to say this.

I believe you had a child adopted out 24 years ago.

Tell him to leave us alone.

Move it, slowpokes, or you'll miss Mum's bus!

Go. Please.

Hi. Hello.

Stay inside, girls. This won't take Mummy a minute, OK?

What's going on? Nothing.

Um, sorry we couldn't be of any help to you.

I wouldn't be doing this if it wasn't important.

I'm here on behalf of your son.

Our son?

He realises you haven't wanted to see him before this, but...

He's never asked us.

Linda, what's this about?

Er, he's in hospital.

What for?

He's ill. That's all I can say.

But he would very much like to see you.

So, as I said, it is important. If you could please phone me.

Tell him no. We're not interested.

If only I'd got there five minutes later,

the husband would have been on his own, I...

..might have stood a better chance.

Did you see them? Mm-hm.

But they were on their way out.

What were they like?

Um... hard to say.

Normal.

And they have two daughters.

You've got sisters! Yeah. Yeah, I didn't know that.

What did my parents say? Are they coming in to meet me?

I'm sorry, mate.

I don't think we'll be hearing back from them.

Right.

Maybe they just need time to think about it.

I don't have time, do I? Screw them.

Blood bank's just dispatched three units of packed cells, B negative.

Well, there's some good news.

Yeah. Great. Thank you.

OK, so we have the results from your previous visit.

High cholesterol, high triglycerides,

high blood pressure, elevated blood sugar.

But I can't see the part where it says that you're fine.

I'm still here, aren't I?

DAN: Well, we have these early warning systems

so we can nip these things in the bud.

OK, so what have you done since your previous visit

to improve your health?

I started exercise.

Really?

Yeah. Walk to the coffee shop most mornings.

Well, walking to a coffee shop to eat bagels

isn't going to help you lose weight, Tina.

Did I have a heart attack, or did I not?

The ischemic changes showing up on your ECG

indicate there's been an interruption to the oxygen supply to your heart.

So...?

You may have.

(SCOFFS) Is that like 'a little bit pregnant'?

You need to take this seriously! OK.

OK, seriously - now what?

A heart transplant, just to teach me a lesson, hmm?

I'm gonna give you some aspirin to prevent any clotting.

Then I'll give you some GTN to ease the pain in your chest.

Shame it can't ease the pain in my arse.

Then we'll do an ECG and see if that's made a difference.

Is he always such a prophet of doom?

(MOBILE PHONE PLAYS EROTIC MOANING)

I thought I told you to turn that thing off!

You said I couldn't make calls. You didn't say I couldn't take them.

(CLEARS THROAT)

I'll give her nifedipine to ease the blood pressure.

Hopefully that'll stave off the stroke that she's working on.

She wants to go home.

You need to keep her here till we do the ECG.

Sit on her if you have to.

Should be cosy. Speaking of...

I hear that you and a certain NUM

got up very close and personal at the reception.

Rumour and innuendo.

That's not what I hear via rumour and innuendo.

What happened?

She was drunk. She didn't mean anything by it.

How do you know that? I know.

Tina Cherry's results are in. Thanks.

Hey, how was your honeymoon?

Oh, fantastic. Really good. Did you enjoy the wedding?

Yeah, had a great night.

OK, good.

Do you wanna come round tonight and have a few beers?

Haven't seen you in ages.

Thanks.

Have you seen Von? There's a man here to see her.

I'll find her.

Still not talking? Yeah, looks like it.

I was hoping you'd get in touch.

Sorry about the reception you got.

Might have helped if you'd phoned ahead.

Well, I thought I was less likely

to get the door shut in my face if I came in person.

My wife can seem abrasive until you get to know her.

She didn't tell me you tried to contact us.

I guessed that. Please don't judge her.

She had a very difficult decision to make back then.

She was still only a kid herself.

Well, you're here now. Your son will be very pleased.

What can you tell me about him? What do you know?

Born 5:00am, April 5. Seven pounds, eight ounces.

What's his name? Tom.

Really?

It's one of the ones we toyed around with before...

So what's wrong with him?

He should explain that to you.

OK.

Don't even know why I'm here.

Yes, you do.

Tom?

You've got a visitor.

Barry Glass.

Barry, this is Tom Bishop.

Tom, I'm...

..pleased to meet you.

Sorry, Mr Glass - you have to wash your hands before you touch him.

There's a risk of infection.

To me, not to you.

My immune system's a bit shaky, that's all.

What's, um... wrong with you?

Nothing, really.

Looks more dramatic than it is.

What made you decide to come?

I never knew you tried to get in touch until today.

You could've tried to find me.

I know.

I'm sorry.

Life... just...

Would you like us to leave you alone?

Yes, please.

Call if you need anything.

I thought you'd be older.

I feel pretty old sometimes.

How old were you when you had me?

15.

They put a lot of pressure on your mum...

..to give you up, you know?

Who did?

Her parents.

She took it very, uh... hard.

I'm not here to make excuses for what happened.

It's amazing, you look...

..just like my dad...

..when he was your age.

So how's the pain? Yeah, it's settled. How's the leg?

Oh, circulation's compromised, but nothing to worry about.

That's good.

Bet your dad was proud, having a son as a doctor.

You'd think so, wouldn't you?

So what was his story?

No story, really.

He fight in the war? Yeah.

Mine too.

Never talked about it much, though, so I reckon it was pretty rough.

Meanest old drunk I've ever met.

And your mum - she was from Hungary too?

Yeah. She died just before I ran away.

Fell down a flight of stairs.

I reckon my old man had something to do with it.

But nothing was ever proven. That's awful!

Yeah, well, she put up with it.

Is that why you never married? Because of your parents' marriage?

I didn't want to live according to anyone else's rules,

Freedom's kind of addictive, for lots of reasons.

Yeah.

One of them being never having to listen

to anyone else's Celine Dion recordings.

Oh, right on. Long live rock'n'roll, eh, Miklos?

If you love someone, you put up with their taste in music.

Yeah... Newlywed.

Oh, the glow will soon pass, Erica.

Well, I liked this conversation when it was more about you two.

And at least I don't have to go home alone.

Hey, just 'cause you're alone don't mean you're lonely.

Yeah, that's a concept some people have a bit of a problem with, huh?

I did some work landscaping when I finished school.

I wouldn't mind getting back to it some day.

Huh, never thought of making a career of it.

Gardening's just something I love doing.

I'm sorry for the interruption.

I just need to check the transfusion.

How's it going? Interesting.

Barry's a commercial artist,

and drawing's always been a hobby of mine.

We're both Magpies supporters. Oh.

Genes are interesting things. Yes, they are.

Has Tom told you why he's here?

More important things to discuss than my health.

He keeps fobbing me off.

But if there's anything we can do to help, we'd like to.

I could donate some blood.

It's not blood Tom needs. (MACHINE BEEPS)

Tom, what...?

Stop the transfusion! What's happening?

Must be a reaction to the blood. Amy, do some obs immediately.

Why is he in here? What's wrong with him?!

One of you, please spell it out for me.

Tom has leukaemia.

He needs a stem cell transplant and we can't find a suitable donor.

But someone who shares the same parents as Tom -

they could be compatible.

You mean my daughters? No!

It requires a general anaesthetic, but a bone marrow extraction

is a relatively quick and straightforward procedure.

So that's what this was about?

Tom didn't want us... Go to hell!

(CHOKES) I told you not to say anything.

Put it on, put it on.

Breathe, Tom.

Nice big breaths. Slow it down.

That's the way. Slow that down.

Barry, please, wait. Why didn't you tell me?

Warn me what this was all about?

This isn't about him being sick.

He wanted to meet you.

Not because of the leukaemia but because you are his father.

Until just a few days ago

he had every hope that he was going back into remission again.

And this transplant, it'd cure him?

It gives him a much better chance of going into remission, yes.

Look, if I could do it for him, I would.

But Lara and Kelly, they're little kids.

They don't even know he exists.

No-one expects you to make this decision on your own,

least of all Tom.

But, please, can't you discuss it with your wife?

I can't.

You don't know what giving Tom up did to her.

Linda fell apart. Tried to kill herself.

Took her years to get back. Hospitals, doctors...

Finally, they told her the only way

was to pretend like Tom never existed.

So that's what we did.

Yes, but you've thought about him.

Yeah.

I tried to talk to her about it once

but she got so...

..upset, I was scared of what she would do if I pushed it.

What are his chances of recovering without the transplant?

My decision will affect the lives of the people I love the most.

I need to know!

He'll die in the next few days.

You do understand that every time you press the button, you're delivered...

This is not the first time I've used this. I know how to use one, OK?

OK, well, just try taking some deep breaths.

Or maybe we could try giving him some more morphine.

2.5mg IM.

I'm sorry, matey, but this leg is starting to get to me.

What about the bloody orthopods?

They're tied up in surgery but it's OK - no need to panic.

First it was "don't be alarmed", now it's "no need to panic",

which is kind of alarming.

I mean, you're Head of Surgery. Why don't you just do it?

I'm good, yes,

but with a bone that's been pinned and this badly shattered

you really do need a specialist.

Who's nowhere to be found, right? Surgery's not that urgent right now.

It's best we wait.

This should settle the pain.

Don't worry, we'll get you out of here in one piece.

Miklos...

..you'd better not be bullshitting me, mate.

No bullshit, Laz. That's a promise.

There you are... Of course your Delilah is naked.

Fresh from a steamy, hot shower... You're on your phone.

People are always using their phones. I'm going to rub it all over me.

You're not supposed to be using your phone.

Oh, yeah, I'm on the bed.

Long red hair spread out on black satin sheets.

(GROANS) Oh, yeah, baby.

Does that make you want to touch yourself?

Tina! Shh!

Oops, think my husband's just come home early.

Oh, yeah. (GROANS)

I know, baby, me too. I was just about to...

Oh, yeah, I think I... (GROANS) Oh, yeah!

Tina! SHHH! Yeah!

Until next week, my love.

I'll be waiting for you.

Was that your boyfriend?

No, that was Mr Bumblebee. Calls every Tuesday for a chat.

Right, so when you said you were into telemarketing...

Sexual fantasy, $10 a minute,

which means, ooh, you just cost me 75 bucks.

Don't push your luck, 'Delilah'.

And turn that thing off.

Come back to bed. GET to bed. Just...

(EXHALES SHARPLY) (CHUCKLES)

That drain seems to be doing its job.

Breath sounds in that right lung have improved.

It's not my lung I'm worried about, it's my leg.

I've been around enough smashed limbs

to know that's not looking right.

Just try pressing the button again. It's not helping.

Pulse is there but it's weak.

What's going on? Just talk to me.

The pulses in your leg are getting weaker.

I need to get you to surgery sooner rather than later.

Do you want me call Orthopaedics, see what's going on with this guy?

No, I'll do it. OK.

Miklos... you made me a promise.

I promised you no bullshit, Lazlo.

You're not getting any.

(SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Hey. No change in her obs.

I'm starting to think she's a lost cause.

Yeah, me too. Say, if I was to say to you, um...

.."Long red hair, hourglass figure, black satin sheets"

who would I be talking about?

I don't know but I'd like to meet her.

You already have.

That's how Tina the telemarketer describes herself to her clients.

What are you talking about? She does phone sex, Jack.

Like, for a living. Oh, my God, are you serious?

Yeah, 10-bucks-a-minute serious.

Maybe more for mobiles, you know, it used to be anyway.

And you would know that... Come on, I'm guessing that!

Alright? Yep, whatever you say, mate.

What are you two gossiping about?

I have this patient who won't help herself and will not listen to me.

Bloody Ada.

She know she's a walking time bomb? Oh, yeah, she knows, Frank.

She just doesn't care. I'll have a word with her.

She won't listen. Not to you maybe.

What the bloody hell would you know about being overweight?

Well, I do know about hypertension and diabetes.

Goody for you. I'll sort her out.

Good luck.

Hi there, Tina. I'm Frank Campion.

I'm the boss of this joint.

So the bean poles sent in the big gun.

Well, good on 'em.

Take the weight off, Frankie.

Might as well get comfy for the big lecture.

It's not gonna be a lecture. It's just gonna be a little chat.

From one lard-arse to another, right?

Yeah, yeah, you could say that.

Now, Dr Quade has told you

how serious your medical condition is at the moment?

Before you go on, Frankie,

you know, I used to be really obsessed with how much I weighed.

Mm. Obsessed and really stressed.

So stressed that I used to get heart palpitations, night sweats...

And I kind of realised that that stress was gonna kill me far quicker

than a few extra kilos ever would.

Mmm, makes sense.

I'm glad you think so.

I used to think the same thing myself.

Then one day I keeled over from a heart attack,

almost carked it.

(GROANS) You're a disappointment, Frank.

Tina... No, time's up, chat's over.

Oh, come on, be serious. You need to listen to me.

No, you need to discharge me, OK?

And try not to have a heart attack while you're doing it.

She's all yours.

I want him in an operating theatre now or he's gonna lose his leg.

His leg's becoming cool to touch and he's in agony.

Give him some more morphine. 2.5... No, make it 5mg.

Should we loosen the splint to see if it improves circulation?

I don't want to increase the risk of compartment syndrome.

What I need is for Orthopaedics to get off their arse

so I can get this man on the table.

Call me back.

Are they coming to get me? Yeah, soon.

Heard that before.

Don't worry, I'm kicking heads.

No pulse.

I'm going to lose my leg, aren't I?

That can't happen, Miklos.

Get him prepped for theatre. I'll take him up there myself.

You sure? Get back onto Orthopaedics.

Tell them about the change of plan. Maybe it'll motivate them.

Do it now!

So we're revising the "don't panic" scenario, right?

The pain and the fact that your foot's turning blue

means the tissue's dying because of lack of blood supply.

I can get you into the operating theatre

before anything gets any worse.

This is not your area of expertise. You said so yourself.

I also said I was good. I can do this.

I'll get you through it, alright? OK, I know you will.

Maybe when this is all over, we'll go and have a drink, eh?

Talk about how great our lives are.

Yeah, sure. OK.

I thought I could make this happen the way I wanted it.

You don't know how it's gonna turn out.

Von's still with him, which is a good sign.

No.

I'm just best forgotten.

Your father wouldn't have come to see you if he felt that way.

I don't know about that.

I want to go back to Adelaide.

You're in no shape to travel, Tom. I don't care.

I don't want to die here.

I want to be at home with the people I love.

Shh. Let me shape that much of my life.

Just give it a bit more time, OK?

It's just a blood test

and a relatively straightforward operation if one of them's a match.

Uh, he's right.

The risks involved in this procedure, they're very low.

Stop it, please.

We have to make a decision.

I need more time. Tom doesn't have time! He's dying.

Our son is dying. Don't you care about that?

How can you say that?

You weren't there when he was born.

You weren't the one who had him taken out of your arms.

This won't help.

You sure as hell weren't the one who ended up in counselling

because all you can remember of your baby is one little lock of hair.

Look, I know it was hard, love.

You did what you had to do to survive. I know that.

You had no choice.

But that doesn't change what needs to be done now.

I can't.

Barry, please...

I can't.

Since when did your brilliant CV include 'orthopaedic specialist'?

Since today was declared Orthopods' annual bloody picnic day.

Mike!

What happened? No output.

Adrenaline, now. Adrenaline going in.

Get a cannula into his chest. On it, Frank.

ABGs. Move it. What the hell went wrong?

Tension pneumothorax, toxicity, thrombosis.

Tamponade. Yeah, I know. Take it easy, Vlasek, take it easy.

Come on, Laszlo.

Come on!

JACK: I've put together some information for you.

Positive steps to prolong life.

There's a 'Quit for Life' here, weight-loss program.

There's a referral to a cardiologist and a dietician there.

Discharge papers.

You realise you're signing yourself out against medical advice?

Uh-huh. There you go and... there you go.

I know exactly what I'm doing.

I don't ask you to eat bagels, I'm not asking you to smoke

so, please, give those leaflets to someone who needs them.

(MOBILE PHONE PLAYS EROTIC MOANING)

Hey, big bear.

Of course this is your Delilah.

I've been waiting for your call.

You know she'll be back.

Yeah, and probably in just as much denial as she is now.

Gosh, you know, sometimes I think the smarter people are,

the more likely it is that they're gonna fool themselves

into thinking they've got it all sorted.

Thank you.

You just wait here, girls, OK?

Linda, this is Dr Beaumont.

Hello.

Linda wants us to help, if we can. So... here we are.

That's great.

Would it be OK if you went through exactly what'll happen to them?

The... tests and everything. I'd be happy to.

Thank you.

How's Tom?

Um... he's not great.

Is it... Is it true that he could die?

I wouldn't lie to you, love. Is it true?

Yes.

Come with me. Meet him! He's just up here.

I'll watch the girls for you if you like.

No.

I... Linda...

I... I can't.

Please understand, I can't risk losing him a second time.

I'm sorry. It's alright.

It's alright.

(QUIETLY) I might take the girls through to your office.

Thank you. You've done the right thing.

Shall we go see your son?

Hey, Tom, are you awake?

Can't believe they dragged you back.

I'm sorry.

I generally pride myself on thinking before I act

but I blew it this time.

A double whammy, meeting you, being faced with you being so sick.

I never wanted anything from your family.

They're your family too.

I'd like your sisters, Lara and Kelly, to meet you if that's OK.

Really?

I think they'll want to help you, Tom.

No pressure. It'll be their decision.

How does my mother feel about this?

Can't imagine she's too happy.

She's not.

But then she's never been all that happy

since the day we had to give you up.

Frank, pH is 6.9.

I say we keep going.

And I think it's time to cease resuscitation.

Are we all agreed? No, he's my patient.

Mike, he's gone. I'll tell you when he's gone.

PH is incompatible with life, Mike.

Are you gonna call it or am I?

(HEART MONITOR FLATLINES)

Time of death, 4:04pm.

Nearly had him to theatre. You made a good call.

He's dead. What the bloody hell's so good about that?

Do all the paperwork, will you?

Get in touch with the coroner and his next of kin.

He had next of kin down as 'self'.

Mike! Leave him.

A fat embolism would be my best guess.

I should've anticipated it.

Oh, bullshit. Even God can't see them coming and you damn well know it.

You ever get the feeling

the universe is trying to tell you something?

No. I do.

I liked him.

It's been a long time since I've said that about a patient.

Or about anyone, for that matter.

Why him? Oh, I don't know.

Same generation. Similar backgrounds.

Same taste in music.

Two middle-aged men living solitary lives.

Maybe.

Anyway, what the hell?

Nobody gave a shit whether he lived or died.

Well, you did.

A stranger in a hospital - now there's an achievement.

Oh, come on, Vlasek, it's not that complicated.

To love is to lose.

But to spend your life avoiding love,

means you end up living alone.

Everyone makes their choices.

Jack! Jack...

Please, stop! Just...

I behaved appallingly. I'm sorry.

I... I was drunk. I don't know why I did it.

Oh, yes, you do.

Yeah, I do. I mean, weddings - they always bring out the worst in me.

They're always, "So alone..." Oh, God, stop it.

You were making a point. What?!

Not to me, to Steve. That's ridiculous.

Oh, is it? Yes!

You can deny it all you want

but it's clear that you still feel something for him.

It's clear you've thought a lot about this.

Yeah, I have.

I don't know how we got involved in this weird triangle thing

but I don't like it

so I think you need to be honest with yourself and work it out.

And I don't care how you do that, just... don't involve me, OK?

OK.

Jack... (SIGHS)

Still my mate, though?

Yes, we're still mates.

Amy...

Glad I caught you. Really?

What have I done wrong this time? Nothing.

I saw you with a patient today.

You were sympathetic and professional.

You're doing some really good nursing.

I thought you should know.

Wow.

How they change their tune when they know you're the boss's niece.

Oh, come on, that's got nothing to do with it.

How stupid do you think I am?

You don't like me, fine. At least have the guts to be honest about it.

You know what? I'm sorry I spoke. I'm sorry you did too!

What was all that about?

Nothing.

You know, it's not a very easy place to get used to.

It took me a while to find my feet.

Just gotta give it some time.

Don't suppose you wanna get something to eat?

(SIGHS) I get it. The word's out. "Steer clear of Frank's niece."

I'd love to get something to eat.

I'm starving. Good.

(SLOW JAZZ PLAYS)

Thought you might like another.

Thank you. You're welcome.

You look like you've had a hard week.