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So you're getting all this off the ground?

MIKE: Yep.

Sorry. I'm just trying to poach my first staff member.

Oh, don't let me stop you.

I think you're riding off the fact that Frank's your uncle.

Sooner or later, everyone else will realise that too.

Well, I don't care what you think.

WOMAN: (OVER RADIO) Operations to All Saints MRU, do you copy?

MAN: Copy that, Operations. What have you got for us?

Extrication and medical intervention required in Callighan National Park.

How many casualties?

Two, as far as we know.

Medical requirements are uncertain. Chopper is on approach.

Copy that. Get the lift for me, will you?

OK, kitted up in under one minute.

Not bad for a first call-out. Let's rock and roll.

Collette Harris, 36. She's got severe chest pains and shortness of breath.

This is ridiculous.

She passed out in a taxi. She's been really worried about all of...

Are you the doctor? Adam Rossi.

First things first - that cab driver took my bags, and I need them.

As I was saying, she's worried about her luggage.

Keep that on.

We'll find your bags once you're taken care of.

(HELICOPTER FLIES OVERHEAD) WOMAN: First day.

They must be nervous. Lucky buggers.

Can we please go inside?

STEVE: There's nothing like a detailed report.

Two casualties, medical uncertain.

Welcome to MRU.

You done many bush rescues?

Always low on info, high on stress.

Last one I did, we couldn't get everyone out in time.

So I had to spend the night. It was great fun.

She's probably not even being sarcastic.

PILOT: We're about a minute away.

The ranger's waiting to take us to the site.

Thanks.

OK, guys, I know you're on top of it all

so there's just one thing left to say.

Don't stuff it up. And good lu...

No, Mike. Don't say the 'L' word in the chopper.

You're a bit young to be superstitious, aren't you?

I'm still in one piece.

I really don't have time for this.

I have to be in court.

Ah, Frank, did I mention that she's a lawyer?

'Cause SHE has, I think, 16 times.

What have we got?

Loss of consciousness, severe chest pain...

I'd say a pulmonary embolism if I was a gambling man.

Collette, this is Dr Campion.

Hello, there. Hello.

Erm, have you ever had any respiratory or cardiac problems?

No. Don't smoke, either.

Hmm. BP's looking good.

OK, couple of deep breaths for me.

What about medications? You on any?

Does the pill count? Yep.

Then yes.

We'll get you something for the pain.

Let's get the portable chest X-ray and organise routine bloods.

Sure.

Er, you can't use that in here.

We'll take care of any calls you need to make.

Andrew, was it? Adam.

I was due at a briefing 20 minutes ago

for a trial that starts at 2:00.

Then we'll tell them you're very sorry.

Are you deaf or stupid?

That's not an option.

I just got off a flight from Beijing.

It's probably just jet lag.

Something serious is happening with your lungs.

Such as?

We don't know yet.

Helpful.

Does the real doctor have anything to say?

Yes.

Dr Rossi will take care of the calls for you.

Glad you could make it. Jeremy. Mike Vlasek. Hi.

The site's a bit tricky, mate. We're in for a bumpy ride.

Tricky how? Well, that depends.

How are you with heights? Huh.

(WOMAN SCREAMS)

Just here's best for access. (WOMAN SCREAMS)

(SCREAMS)

Somebody help!

It's just the two of them, as far as I can see.

Looks like a gust of wind's come in and swept them onto the cliff.

We'll have you up here as soon as we can.

You need to keep really still, OK?

Hurry! He's hurt.

(SCREAMS)

That glider's not gonna last for long.

Let's tie some lines off.

I'll do the top glider first, make an assessment.

See how we go. OK, good.

Steve, tell me when you're ready. Good to go.

Keep me informed, OK? Yep.

Oh, God.

He needs help.

We'll get to him in a second.

There you go. You're safe now. What's your name?

Adele.

Gus isn't moving - my husband.

Adele, I'm Jo. Are you allergic to morphine?

What are you doing? It's alright. Just hold still.

Listen, he's not moving!

OK, I will help him.

But I need you to stay very still for me.

OK? Yeah, OK.

My chest is burning.

Look at me for a second.

Did you lose consciousness at all?

No.

Good.

Please...

Gus!

Can you see him?

MIKE: (OVER RADIO) Jo, what's happening?

I'm with Adele now.

No loss of consciousness or head trauma that I can see.

She's doing really well.

How's the pain? Strong.

Centred around the epigastric region.

Vomit? Affirmative.

Steve's on his way down. Over.

Sounds like an oesophageal tear.

Vomit eating away at the lungs would explain the pain.

OK, so we've got one possible dead,

the other with injuries that carry about a 70% fatality rate.

Hey. We don't lose anyone today.

Understand?

It's called a pneumothorax.

In real words, it means your lung collapsed.

But I feel much better.

Sadly, that's more the pain relief.

Thing is, this shouldn't have happened at all.

Not for no reason. So firstly we need to reinflate the lung.

I'll set up the chest tube. Thanks.

And then?

We run some tests, find out what we're dealing with.

Hopefully, you'll help us and stay nice and calm.

Do I look like the panicky type?

You wanted me?

Collette, this is Von Ryan. She's our patient liaison.

(SCOFFS) You have got to be kidding me.

Am I too much for you, Doctor?

You need a patient liaison to keep me calm?

Actually, I'm here because YOU need something located.

A bag. Oh.

Fine.

It's a classic Louis Vuitton carry-on.

Right.

I'll leave you to it.

Apologies.

Corporate bitch comes out when I'm stressed.

Well, you've had a lot to take in.

I didn't wanna say anything before,

but there's something very valuable to me in that bag.

You have insurance?

Not for this. It's a...

..a gift...

..from my boyfriend.

A small black box about so big.

Ah.

He gave it to me in Beijing, told me not to open it till I got home.

I know it's not your job, but...

So do you have the name? Can you remember the taxi company?

Of course.

I thought you said you fell onto a bed base, Mr Butler.

Oh, listen to him!

I bet you never seen a bed

that didn't look like a marshmallow before, have you, twinkle-toes?

Call me Eddie, for God's sake.

Can you get it off? Yeah.

It's just... I don't get it. What were you doing - bouncing on it?

Don't be stupid!

I heard a possum in the roof of the spare room.

I went looking for him.

Fell through, didn't I?

Looks like bad modern art. Is there any other kind?

What's your name, sweetheart? Amy.

You alright to walk with that? Yeah, course.

OK, we're going through to Subacute.

Try and keep the arm elevated. Yeah.

Can you give us a hand? Ooh!

No, I can't. I'm flat out. Amy, can you?

Yep. Oh! Lead the way.

How long has it been on for?

Took hours to cut myself free.

By then my fingers were blue as a nun's...

Yeah, we get the idea. Point taken. Ladies present.

Oh, speaking of which - g'day, love.

Ooh! (CHUCKLES)

I'd rather not work with her.

She's a nurse. You need a nurse.

Build a bridge and get over it, Bart. You got a patient waiting.

Steve Taylor. OK, how you feeling?

(SOBS) It hurts.

Can you tell me where? There.

Gus? Gus! Can you hear me, mate?

Hey! I'm Jo.

We're gonna get you out of here,

but I need you to stay really still for me, OK?

Little bit close to the edge.

Oh...

It's OK. It's OK. You're safe.

Adele! (GASPS) What's happening?

Jo's with him now, OK? We'll know something soon enough. It's OK.

JO: (OVER RADIO) Mike, I'm with Gus. We've got head trauma...

..and a compound fracture to the right lower leg.

MIKE: (OVER RADIO) Copy that, Jo. Good work.

Can you tell me what day it is, Gus? No.

What about the Prime Minister? Do you know his name?

Kevin...

..'07.

(CHUCKLES) Good.

How's your pain?

Apart from my head, I feel fine.

What about your leg?

Any pain there?

No.

Shit.

I can't feel my legs. Why can't I feel my legs?

It's alright. Just deep breaths. Why can't I feel my legs?!

Steve, what's going on?

Steve!

MIKE: (OVER RADIO) What's going on?

Wrapping up assessment and ready to make a move.

Jo, how you looking? Pain's under control.

Ready to move.

Gus? Gus? Don't close your eyes, OK?

What's the priority, Steve?

There's been no loss of consciousness here.

Pain is severe but under control.

I'd have to say take the guy first.

JO: (OVER RADIO) Sorry, Adele's gonna have to move first.

I disagree. Gus's injury's a priority.

That's a no-go. Look at the site.

We can't get Gus out without a stretcher,

and we can't get a stretcher past Adele

without compromising her situation.

It's a safety issue, guys.

OK, Jo. That's why you're here. Make it happen.

Sorry, mate. I'll be back as soon as I can, OK?

Tell her I'm fine. Do that for me.

OK, Adele, we're taking you out first, OK?

Your husband will be right behind... No, no! Help him first!

It's OK. Your husband will be right behind you.

It's OK. Just hang in there.

I've reinflated the lung.

There's some fluid at the base but apart from that, nothing.

No embolus. No obvious cause.

Anything interesting in her medical history?

Nope. She's as healthy as her salary.

Well, let's not make assumptions.

I'm not. She's told me how much she's worth several times.

Excuse me! I was using that. Exactly.

Now, we've got your X-rays in, but unfortunately no culprit yet.

So my lung collapsed for no reason.

That's your diagnosis?

Sit forward, will you? Deep breaths.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

Now, I hear that you've been doing quite a bit of travelling.

(SIGHS) The one perk of living your job for 15 years...

..frequent-flyer miles.

Mmm.

Have you ever got sick on one of these trips?

Chest infection? Cough? Lung collapse? No.

I had bronchitis in Singapore 18 months ago.

O2 sats are down.

OK, what we're gonna do now is test your lung capacity

as well as a gas exchange on another blood test.

We'll also drain the fluid from your lung.

That should relieve some of the pressure.

Is that what you'd recommend?

Yes.

That should rule out a few things,

and hopefully we can give you some answers.

Oh, take your time. My day's stuffed already.

Probably my career.

Would you like me to set up for the spirometry?

Thanks. Thank you, Claire.

What are you planning to do?

Stare it off? It's not as simple as it looks.

The tension in the wire means

if I cut in the wrong place it could tighten.

It's not brain surgery.

Grab some pliers and I'll talk you through it.

Well, a cut there and a cut there

should release the pressure on the radial nerve.

What will you cut it with? Theatre will have something.

With a flat cutting edge? You don't wanna cut down - it's too swollen.

Obviously. That's why we need a strong pair of scissors.

Fine point, flat edge.

Sort of like... a pair of pliers?

(EDDIE CHUCKLES) Well, if there's nothing else...

Why don't you grab a pair, then,

before the drugs wear off and I stop laughing?

Do you know what they look like? Course I do.

But since you're the expert, you get them.

Back in a minute, Eddie. She's a firecracker, that one.

That's one way of putting it.

OK. I'll just get you to sit on the edge of the bed for me.

Nice and straight.

(COUGHS)

This checks your lung capacity, so take a deep breath in

and blow out, fast as you can.

(CONTINUES COUGHING)

It'll pass.

Let's get you some more air.

(COUGHS)

So how long have you been a lawyer?

Since I was born. (CHUCKLES)

I couldn't do your job. Too much arguing.

That's what I love about it,

though, of course, it helps to be on the right side.

And are you? Environmental law.

The case that I'm now... adjourning...

..was against a paint company that polluted a river.

We might actually get them.

Really? Mmm.

You do that?

You look surprised.

Have I been that bad?

I think I'm OK to go again. Mm-hm.

(INHALES DEEPLY) Deep breath...

(COUGHS VIOLENTLY)

Oh, God. What does that mean?

(CONTINUES COUGHING)

Keep breathing.

I'll get Adam to come and have a look.

OK? Just try to relax. (CONTINUES COUGHING)

Hey, Adam...

Is she alright? No.

She had a coughing fit. There's blood in her sputum.

Let's give her 5mg of Ventolin, Atrovent - 500mcg,

and we'll set up for a pleural tap.

Here. I'll take that. Pathology?

Yeah. I was chasing bloods. Thanks, boss.

Seen the new MRU headquarters yet?

Why the bloody hell would I want to do that?

Oh, I don't know - a healthy curiosity for the world around you?

The world around me can go jump.

Any word on Steve's replacement?

No. It's with Admin. I dare say they'll let us know in due course.

This year, you think?

As fun as it is running the E.D. one doctor down...

You never know, Taylor might get sick of hanging around with Vlasek.

Alright, Adele, we're gonna do it. OK?

Three, two...

(GASPS) Wait!

(WHISPERS) What if I fall?

Adele, you're not gonna fall. Alright? We've got a line on you.

I'm gonna hold onto the harness so that you don't move. OK?

(QUAVERS) I can't do it. I can't take more pain.

MIKE: (ON RADIO) What's the hold-up?

There in five seconds, mate. Copy that. Over.

(GASPS) How bad will it hurt?

Look, you'll feel it a little bit

but if we don't do this now, we can't get Gus up.

Alright?

Adele?

(GULPS) OK.

Go!

Argh! (PANTS AND GROANS)

OK, Mike. Nice and smooth.

Adele!

Shit. I'm going down! Steve, stay where you are!

Mike, just hold it there for a second.

Just wait till I get Adele up there.

I'll come back. I'll come down with you. Alright?

OK.

OK, Mike.

Just stay still, mate. Everything's gonna be OK.

Hi, Frank.

Ah. Juliet. Um... hi there.

Were you... You'd be looking for Vlasek?

Well, this is his office. Yes. Yes. Obviously.

I was... I-I was... I was just dropping off a... file.

Right.

I tell you what - his taste in paintings

is just as woeful as his taste in music, isn't it?

I chose that.

Oh.

He's, um, out on a call.

I guess he won't be coming to lunch, then.

No. And he's bloody impossible to get hold of.

Ah. Got any advice?

Well, you could try jumping off a cliff

or get caught in something that crushes you, I suppose.

Things will settle down, though, won't they?

He won't always be this busy.

I'm afraid he will...

..because that's the way he likes it.

Ah.

Do you mind telling him you were looking for him in the E.D.?

You were never here. Story of my life.

It was nice not to see you, Frank.

Chopper's waiting. Let's get her stabilised and moving.

Stay with us, Adele. Want me to intubate?

No. She's maintaining her own airway.

I don't want to sedate her if I don't have to.

If she arrests, you won't be able to intubate her

on your own in the chopper.

That may be, but there's bowel sounds in her chest.

If she's ruptured her oesophagus and I go sticking a tube down there,

I've no way of knowing where it'll end up.

You understand? Yep.

We're gonna load up and go.

Hold on. I can't feel my arm. Is that bad?

That's the brachial block we did. Remember?

Right.

Well, come on, then. Start cutting, son. Do your worst.

Does he always take this long?

Dr West is very particular. Hold still.

I need you to hold down the skin, please.

You're not... No! You're not cutting that one.

It's clockwise. It won't release it.

A cut here will ease the coil. Trust me.

No, no, no. It won't loosen it.

Maybe he's right. He's not right.

I don't know. Do you want me to get Uncle Frank? Just so...

No. Look, it's a question of maths and physics.

The coil is clockwise with two junctions.

A cut here will release it. I've thought about this long and hard.

Can we just get on with it?

Thank you.

Stop! Stop! It's tightening! Question of mathematics, he says.

Alright. We need some antibiotics.

Try and relieve the pressure as best you can.

How do I do that? Improvise.

Where are you going? I'm calling theatre.

We need to get a vascular surgeon in here.

You're kidding me! I'm not going to theatre!

Wait!

My back's broken, isn't it? We don't know that.

Yes, you do.

And now Adele's going to spend the rest of her life looking after me.

I love her... and I've ruined her life.

As far as I can see it, if you love each other that much,

every moment together's precious, right?

Operations, this is MR4. How far away is transport?

MAN: (ON RADIO) You're looking at 30 minutes there, MR4. Over.

Copy that. We'll be ready.

Did you hear that, mate? You'll be with Adele sooner than you know it.

So what do you say? You with us?

OK. Good man.

BART: Mm-hm.

OK. Thanks, Dr Liu.

See you up in theatre.

Dr Liu? Isn't he a vascular surgeon? Yes, he is.

Well, are we still talking about Mr, um...

Butler. Yeah, I am.

There's no way I can relieve the tension.

What am I meant to do? Well, I'm coming now.

Hey! Are we still talking about bed base man?

It got a little bit more serious. Well, clearly it got more ser...

Did you do damage with those pliers? Sort of.

"Sort of"? Bart, you either cut him or you didn't.

I didn't cut him. He didn't really cut anything.

I don't need a Greek chorus.

Can you go and attend to the patient, please?

Well?

I couldn't access the wire. There was some swelling.

Give me the pliers. It's not that simple.

Give me the pliers! Thank you!

Useless bloody men.

Can you feel that? No.

Excuse me, but it's good news.

The cabbie's bringing your bag in.

(SIGHS) Thanks, Von.

OK. You should feel some pressure now, Collette.

Just try and relax.

So tell me - how did you meet this boyfriend of yours?

The only way you can meet a straight man in this city -

by leaving it.

His name's Jason.

We were on a case together in Beijing. He lives there.

Hmm. A colleague? Oh, no, no.

I was prosecution. He was defence.

He won the case. I thought he was a real pig.

But who was I sitting next to on the way home?

Oh, of course.

By the time we touched down, there was something there.

Much to our surprise.

For years I couldn't stand the thought of being tied down

and now I can't imagine a day without him in it.

For the first time in my life, I feel like I belong.

MIKE: OK. Now, this is gonna help with the pain.

You just hang in there. OK?

How long before we land? I need to call this in.

10, 15 max.

The reception might be a problem. No choice, I'm afraid.

(PHONE RINGS)

Campion.

(STATIC CRACKLES) Frank... Mike.

Hello?

Vlasek, where the hell are you calling from?

I can hardly hear a thing. Coming in...

Extrication on site... Semiconscious. You're dropping out.

One casualty. I need a full... Beaumont. Beaumont.

You co... Frank? I can't bloody hear you.

What do you want?

I need a chest... Soon as we hit the ground.

A w... A w... Vlasek?!

(MACHINE BEEPS) Frank, I gotta go.

Yeah. I'll see you later.

Vla...! (SIGHS)

Come on, Adele. Come on. Come back. Come back.

Explain to me why, with all this technology,

I can't hear a bloody word he said?

What does he need? A chest X-ray.

That's a given. Anything else?

No.

What have we got? 'Cause I could hear bugger all in your phone call.

I thought as much. Adele Rogers, 29, paragliding accident.

She was pulled up fast. Severe pain in the epigastric region.

Suspected ruptured oesophagus. Alright. Let's get her across.

You'll be fine, Adele. You'll be fine.

On my count. One, two, three.

(SQUEALS)

Stay with us, Adele. Stay with us.

We'll need full bloods, trauma series,

5mg of morphine, and insert another IVC, please.

As soon as I can find a nurse. Alright.

Any head trauma? No.

Hard collar's just a precaution. No spinal injury that we could see.

OK. Well, the X-ray's ready to go. Well, that's not urgent.

What about my chest tray? What chest tray?

Heart rate's 112. BP's 150/92.

OK. Can we get one happening as soon as possible, please?

I'm on it. Jesus, Vlasek.

Just a bad phone line.

If you had proper communications protocols it wouldn't happen.

How about we sort that problem after we sort this one?

Why isn't she intubated?

Because I need a nasogastric tube

but we're gonna have to be guided by radiology.

Why? Have a listen.

Bowel sounds in the chest.

Get onto Radiology. Tell them to hurry the hell up.

GABI: Nearly there.

How you holding up? I'm in heaven. (CHUCKLES)

How did a filly like yourself learn your way around a set of tools?

You would be astounded how much of my day I spend working with tools.

(CHUCKLES)

There... you... go.

Look at that.

Clearly you just needed the right woman for the job.

I've been saying that for years.

Hmm!

Well, I'll go and cancel theatre.

Thank you. We can clean up here. Are you sure you can handle that?

I'm quietly confident. (CHUCKLES)

I didn't know Gabrielle was a vascular surgeon.

You're hilarious.

Can you lift your arm?

Gabrielle, eh? Know if she likes the footy?

Who doesn't? OK.

We're gonna get that cleaned up

and then we're gonna give you a tetanus shot

and you should be good to go home.

No rush.

I've got season tickets.

You reckon she'd let an old bloke

take her out for a game and a hot pie?

Doubt it.

Don't listen to Dr West. He knows nothing about women.

You never know until you try. Hey?

Yeah. You're right. You never do know.

Can I have a word?

What the hell are you doing? Oh, lighten up.

Our job isn't to play matchmaker.

What's the big deal? He's nice enough.

He's got hair in his ears but other than that...

He's twice her age. So?!

It's a fun afternoon at the football, not a dirty weekend.

And Gabrielle loves the footy. You don't know that.

I can see them now - beer in one hand, pie in the other,

screaming their lungs out.

That's funny because I can see her screaming her lungs out too...

..at you for setting her up.

(SIGHS) You are so crushingly dull.

Collette's bloods.

There's still a wait on the results from the pleural tap.

OK. Well, she doesn't have TB. I guess that's something.

That's it? Yep.

Apparently she's fine.

Except that her lung spontaneously collapsed

and there's blood in her sputum.

Yep. Except that. So what are you thinking?

I dunno. Could be environment.

She's been in Asia a lot. The pollution's pretty shocking.

Oh, God.

Imagine being allergic to where your boyfriend lives.

Let's up her oxygen for now. I'll organise a CT scan.

Will do. (COLLETTE GASPS VIOLENTLY) HELP!

You've got to be kidding.

I can't breathe! You're gonna be OK.

Yes, you can - just nice and slow. OK?

Can you turn the oxygen up? On it.

(CHOKES) Try and lay back for me.

(WHEEZES) I can't. It hurts.

Yeah, and we're gonna take... WHOA!

What's her heart rate? 115.

What is it? It's the other lung.

I think it just collapsed.

Yes, I need an urgent CT scan.

Thank you.

Is she OK? She's stable.

Get 8mg of dexamethasone IVI and a urinalysis.

I'll be in there in a sec.

You got a problem?

(SIGHS) One lung collapsing for no reason is weird enough.

But two? It's unheard of.

I thought something would show up in the bloods. But nothing.

You've organised a scan? Yeah.

And I've called down the respiratory physician.

If I were you, I'd also get a head MRI while she's in Radiology.

OK.

I don't follow, but...

Aside from cysts and shadows on the lungs,

I'd have a real good look for tumours elsewhere.

(SIGHS)

I can't believe I didn't think of it.

I think it's a serious possibility. You disagree?

No, she's the right age. Right symptoms.

It's not your everyday diagnosis. Let's hope we're wrong.

(GASPS)

How long do we think her lungs were in contact with the stomach acid?

At least three hours.

You're doing very well. We're nearly finished.

It's alright. We're going to get you into theatre.

Just need to do a CT scan first, see what's happening with your chest.

Hang on for us.

Top up her antibiotics before she goes to the theatre.

240mg of gentamicin will do. GABRIELLE: Yep.

Steve just called ahead with the second casualty. ETA 10 minutes.

Gus?

Gus? What's that?

Gus. It's her husband.

It's alright. He's doing just fine.

We'll have the two of you together soon.

I promise.

Ah, it's the tandem again.

Your CT scans showed up a lung disorder called LAM.

It's not good news, I'm afraid.

I won't try and pronounce it.

I don't blame you. What is it?

LAM causes atypical cells to form cysts

which eventually block the airway.

Will it kill me? Eventually.

But it's not a fast process.

And people have lived as long as 20 years after diagnosis.

So there's no cure?

Not at this stage.

A lung transplant will buy you time.

It's not going to remove the cause, though.

Can I work? For a while.

But your mobility will decrease.

Can I fly? Can I travel?

This is a rare disease. I don't wanna tell you something wrong.

There's a specialist... I know, I know.

But I want to know what you think.

Then, no.

You probably shouldn't fly.

Now shall we give Jason a call?

I'll do it. I...

..I just need a minute.

I'll call him. I'll be fine.

No-one expects you to be.

(HELICOPTER HUMS) JO: He's arresting!

Get me a milligram of adrenaline.

Do you think it's an embolus?

Probably.

Adrenaline in.

OK. Charge to 360.

What are you doing? What's it look like?

You do that without telling the pilot, we'll fall from the sky.

Shit. Sorry, of course. Guys, we need to go off autopilot.

We have to de-fib back here. PILOT: (ON RADIO) Copy that.

Yeah, you're good to go. Clear.

(MACHINE BEEPS)

No response. Get another milligram of adrenaline.

We'll go again.

(MACHINE BEEPS) Mike, she's arresting.

Adrenaline.

Let me know when you're ready.

(DEFIBRILLATOR HUMS) Adrenaline in.

Yep, charged. Clear.

Nothing. Adrenaline. Let's go again.

(DEFIBRILLATOR HUMS)

Adrenaline in. Good to go.

The chopper just touched down.

They need support - the patient is arresting.

Go and help Taylor. See who else you can free up.

Alright, clear. Clear!

Nothing. Go again. Not gonna lose anyone today.

Come on, Adele.

You're in Resus 2. What's the situation?

Gus Rogers, 29. Arrested on the way in. Suspected spinal injury.

Compound fracture of the right tibia.

What caused the arrest? I'm guessing an embolus.

The leg's a mess.

OK, let's get him across. Suspected spinal injury.

Right. OK, on my count.

One, two, three.

Pupils equal and reactive.

Let's get the portable X-ray for a trauma series, please.

Sure.

Unless you need me, I'll get out of your way.

We should be fine.

Thanks. Actually, you might want to contact the family.

Make a few calls. Yeah, will do.

Is his wife next door? She might want to know that he's here.

She is.

Heart rate is steady and she's holding.

Is he awake next door? No, but he's stable.

We got him back. Mmm. Your lucky day, Vlasek.

I'll get onto Radiology, let them know you're coming.

Thank you.

"Lucky day"? Well, it's not over yet.

Ta-da.

Oh, thanks. You can just leave it there.

Aren't you going to open the present he sent you?

It'll just hurt more when I say no.

Well, why say no?

Well, that's naive. Who wants a dying wife?

Well, you can't let a diagnosis define you.

Open it.

(SIGHS)

For his place in Beijing.

One of the most polluted cities in the world.

(SNAPS BOX SHUT)

What are you going to do?

Nothing. I don't have a choice. Yes, you do.

The same one we all have.

Look, why don't you just talk to him? He might agree to move here.

He's got his career, his family, his sister...

There's no way.

Well, you could give him the option.

Ohhh.

Unless you're too scared.

In which case, easy.

Just send the keys back.

Ah. Tuesday? Oh. Adam said he'd do it.

(LAUGHS) I love it when they're still too new to say no.

MAN: Excuse me, ladies.

Ah.

They're sending me home, love, but, er...

..I wanted to give you my phone number.

What's that for, exactly?

Well, I...

..I thought you might join me at the footy sometime.

My shout.

Well, that is very flattering, um...

I think what Nurse Jaeger's trying to say is that she's not interested.

And if someone gave you that impression...

I can speak for myself, thank you very much, Bart.

That is a delightful offer. Why don't I give you a call?

Oh, you're a good sort.

(LAUGHS) I look forward to speaking with you.

I'll walk you out.

Well, you are full of surprises.

Well, he's a harmless guy inviting me to the footy.

It's hardly a dirty weekend.

Maybe staff base is probably not the best place

to shoot the breeze about your workmates?

Come on, we weren't shooting the breeze.

No, you were squabbling. Like kids.

It's Amy. She takes things too far.

Whatever your problem is with Amy and vice versa, sort it out.

You're adults.

Act like it.

Adele's gonna make it. Family's on their way in.

Did you hear that, Gus? Theatre's ready for you.

OK, we'll take him up now.

Nice work today. See you upstairs.

Well, that was a monumental stuff-up, wasn't it?

Sorry?

Don't be cute, Vlasek. We nearly lost a patient.

If I can't hear you when you call ahead, it's hardly satisfactory.

Well, that's true, but with Adele's injuries,

having the chest tray ready wouldn't have made much difference, would it?

That's not the bloody point.

Calling me on your mobile phone from a chopper is not a protocol.

It's a bloody joke.

Yeah, well, day one of operations, there are a few kinks.

I'll iron 'em out. (LAUGHS) Oh, it's that easy, is it?

You just ring Admin and they throw money at you?

It's called 'charm'. You should try it sometime.

Frank, what exactly is your problem - is it the communications or me?

Both.

Admin has just told me they can't afford to replace Taylor in the E.D.

So thanks to you, we have to operate one doctor down.

Short memory, Frank.

I transferred my surgical budget to your E.D.

so that you could hang onto Bart.

I'd say that makes us about all square?

Are you an elephant? That was a million years ago.

I'll send you a memo about the communications issue.

You'll keep an eye out for it, won't you?

Why don't you talk to her?

Specialist is on the way down.

What's the point? She can't do anything anyway.

I've had a gutful of doctors for one day, thanks.

I didn't like you when you first came in.

One of those patients you have to dig deep to find any empathy for.

(SCOFFS) Your bedside manner's extraordinary.

But then you talked about belonging. And I got it.

Your default setting is to keep moving so you don't get attached.

So is mine.

But you can't do it anymore, can you? Things are different now.

But you said I couldn't travel.

I did.

Do you think I could take one more flight?

Who cares what I think?

You've got some things to organise.

So it seems that Gus will hopefully recover full sensation.

It was just spinal shock.

Not bad for a couple of doctors.

(LAUGHS)

WOMAN: Knock knock.

Er... we'll go get cleaned up, eh?

Things will settle down here, I promise.

No, they won't.

I can't give up my life to be with you if you're not here.

I'll try to be.

I'm going back to Melbourne.

Juliet...

If I stay, I'll resent you.

I don't want that.

I guess the question is, do we keep seeing each other?

Will you... go back to your job?

Yes.

Then...

..no.

Goodbye, Mike.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

How do you know where I live?

I looked at your employment records.

Why? Are you some kind of weird stalker?

No, of course not.

Then what are you doing here?

It's a nice house. It's not mine.

Hungry?

No, thanks.

Are you just gonna stare at me all night or what?

I'm sick of this thing between us.

Thing?

We have to be colleagues. I think we should sort it out.

We don't like each other. There - sorted.

Oh, you know, that's really, really helpful.

It's true, isn't it?

Alright.

Let's do this. You want to say something about me, say it.

Go on.

Clear the air.

OK.

I think you're an uptight little goody-two-shoes

who doesn't know a sense of humour from a haemorrhage.

I've got a great sense of humour.

(LAUGHS) No, you're hilarious. There's a difference.

Fine. Let's talk about you.

Mmm.

You go through life, coasting along on beauty and nepotism

like that's enough.

Oh, what? You can't take it?

You know what, you really are a stuck-up little...

What are you doing? Clearing the air.