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SCOTT: How long's he been here?

Less than an hour. He must've
wandered in after early mass.

Relax, friend.
They've come to help you.

What's his name?

No idea. I've seen him around
but not to talk to.

Sir, I'm Scott. This is Cate.
We're from the Ambulance Service.

Can you tell me your name?

(mutters incoherently)

He's febrile.

I'd say his problems
probably stem from these.

THEME MUSIC

Damn!

CAR ALARM BEEPS

I'm sorry, Oscar. This is stupid.

I'll pay for the damage, of course.

OSCAR: You think this is
a bad omen?

Um, I don't know.

Hard to tell sometimes
what's good and what's bad.

May be no problem. We'll see.

Not your fault. All predestined.

So, Vincent, you been reading up
on this stereotactic guidance

before Callum's procedure today?

Yeah, I have, as a matter of fact.
Quite a step forward in neurosurgery.

Oh, giant leap. No such thing
as an inoperable tumour anymore.

You want to observe?
Yeah, I'd love to.

Good. I work well to an audience.

CATE: Watch out for the step.
SCOTT: Yep. Steady.

You right?
Yeah.

I'll ask around
and see if anyone knows his name.

That'd help, thanks.

Scott...

Oh, great!

What's missing?
Some sterile stock.

Oh, the defib!

Car 978.
WOMAN: Go ahead, 978.

Our truck's been broken into.

Need advisement as to whether
we should transport our patient

or wait on a second ambulance.

Cate.

Your handbag's gone.

It's just a pain.
I've gotta cancel all my cards.

Just wish they'd left my sunnies.

Unidentified male. Found him
collapsed in a church in Hanly Vale.

Priest who found him's
working on getting a name.

Already got one.
Hello, Moses. It's Von.

He's a regular here.

He's rousable
but he seems disorientated.

Febrile, BP's 100/50,
heart rate's 110.

And he's dehydrated.

This is his first litre
of Hartmanns.

What's up with him?

Penetrating wounds to both hands.
Appear to be infected too.

How did you get those?

VON: I'll ring through
for his records.

Moses, can you scoot over for me,
please?

(mutters)
There you go. That's it.

Ooh, ooh, ooh. Ooh.

Okay, Moses, you got a real name?

John Carpenter.

Carpenter? Great, okay.

We need to take some bloods. Are you
on any medication at the moment?

Only what she told me to.

He had a script filled out
about six weeks ago.

Have you been taking them every day?
Like you said.

Very good.
That's why we haven't seen you.

Religiously.

Moses, your hands seems pretty
badly infected, but we can fix that.

Take a swab
for culture and sensitivity.

And maybe some soap and water.
Just make things a tad more sociable.

Since you couldn't find a locum,
I'd rather you didn't go at all.

Just stay out of the way
of temptation.

My dad is sick
and I'm going to see him, okay?

What happened to our agreement?
It stands.

I'd like to believe that.

I've got a couple of friends
who are locums.

You could give them a call...

We can only pay the Medicare rebate.

You don't have to bulk bill.

They can't afford to pay.
Frank.

Thanks for the thought.

Vincent. Callum's pre-op briefing -
like you to be there.

Oh, yeah. Umm...

Oscar Wu, this is Grace Connelly.
Grace is doing her internship.

Dr Connelly, good to meet you.

Can you contact this taxidriver,

send him to the Wu's
to pick up his CDs?

He's got a key.

You give your house key
to taxidrivers?

Only this one.
He's a very lucky guy.

In exchange,
you can also observe my surgery.

Thank you.

And page my registrar, Sylvia
Hardwick. Find out why she's late.

Let me know.
It, ah, could be significant.

See you up there, Vincent.

For sure.

He has a lucky cabbie?

Oh, yeah.
Oscar Wu is a unique doctor.

There is a medical term for it -
'crazy as a loon'.

Apparently, his surgical skills
are unsurpassed.

There's no doubt
he's talented with a knife.

Maybe not quite as good
as he thinks he is.

After you've run
the great man's errands,

mind telling him
you work in Emergency...only?

Ooh!
Sorry, sorry.

Okay?
Mm-hm.

How did you get these wounds, John?

Oh. Uh, they call me Moses.

Oh, okay. So who's John Carpenter?

Used to be me.
I prefer to be called Moses now.

I'm not who I was.

Past sins...washed away.

Why do you say that?

You see, I had these
when I woke up couple of days back.

I'm thinking...must be him.

Him?

Wounds of his son Jesus.

God's blessed me, Sister.

Hey! You're late.

Stuck in traffic.
What's your excuse?

Long story about a woman in a bath.
Very messy.

I'm sure.

Get your mind out of the gutter.

It was the 87-year-old lady
next door.

Her hip prosthesis popped out AGAIN

and her 90-year-old husband
couldn't get her out of the bath.

Aren't you a nice neighbour.?
If only you knew...

Look at you two arriving late,
and together.

We didn't arrive together.
Hmm. If you say so.

They're onto us, babe.
No need to be coy.

(laughs)
He's teasing.

We believe you.

Ooh, dear. What have we here?

(giggling)

Hello. What's happened?

She fell out of the cab and we think
she might've broken her foot.

It can't be broken,
I'm getting married.

Have you got a Medicare card?

ALL: Oh! (laugh)

Mr and Mrs Chifley, Callum, hi.

So, big day's
finally arrived at last, eh?

You all ready for it?

We're all a bit nervous,
aren't we, love?

Yeah.

Nerves are normal
before a big operation.

Lucky for you, you've got
the universe and me on your side.

I know what I'm doing.

So, Callum, you got any questions?

I just want to get it over with
and go home.

You said, if you get the whole
tumour, he won't need any chemo.

Exactly.
So that's what I'm going to do.

This must be a rather difficult
operation for you.

It's more like a big challenge.
Nothing I love more.

So, I'll polish my instruments
and get everything ready.

I'll see you down there, Callum.

God bless you, Doctor.

Polish his instruments?

I hope he remembers to sterilise
the bloody things.

Dad, relax.
I'm not going to die or anything.

Oscar Wu is a great neurosurgeon.

You have every reason
to be confident.

Can you move your ankle?

(groans)

Tell me it's not broken.

When's the wedding?
Weekend after next.

Come on, Fi.
You said you wanted to be different.

How many people
get married on crutches anyway?

Dan, get me an X-ray form, please?
Sure.

That's why I always do my drinking
lying down.

(all laugh)
Good point.

Who's that?

He's just one of the other nurses.

He's cute.

(woman screams)

Abdo tenderness.

Bruising to right side of head,
possible concussion.

Conscious but incoherent.

GCS 13, BP 90, she's on her
second bag of Hartmanns.

Took a while to transport her.
Had to use the jaws to get her out.

Okay. Any analgesic?
Five of morphine on approach.

Right. Ready? Moving her.

Now.
(screams)

Dr Campion,
we could use a hand in here.

FRANK: That's Sylvia Hardwick.

Dr Hardwick?
Yeah.

I've been trying to page her.
She's supposed to assist Dr Wu.

Better let him know.
I'll do it.

Say your name?
Can you tell me your name?

(screams)

Rebound tenderness.
There's a lot of bruising too.

The trouble is with this 5% margin,
it makes it more difficult

to tell where the tumour ends
and the brain begins.

So, in getting all of the tumour,
you might be taking brain tissue?

I never mistake brain tissue
for tumour, Vincent.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Sorry to interrupt, Doctor.
Some bad news on Dr Hardwick.

What?

Just been admitted to Emergency.
Involved in an MVA on her way here.

How bad?

Not sure. Maybe abdominal trauma.
She's still being assessed.

(sighs)

Today is not auspicious
for this operation.

Still, no choice.

Vincent, you'll have to scrub in now.
I'll meet you there in 10 minutes.

Hang on a minute.

Maybe you should get someone
with more neurosurgical experience.

That thing with the car
was a good omen.

The universe wanted me to notice you.

Everything for a reason.

I know.
It's got me a bit worried too.

There's a collection of blood there.

She's bleeding internally,
probably from the liver.

There's no free air in the abdo
so her bowel's intact.

Theatre's ready.

Okay, let's get her transferred.

Her sats are still on 95.

The fact she's receiving oxygen,

do you think that could indicate
a pneumothorax?

No. The fractured ribs
are preventing good lung expansion.

I know that's a possibility,
but I'm just saying...

Not buts, Dr Connelly.

If we don't get her to theatre soon,
she'll bleed out.

Chest X-ray.
About bloody time.

One...two fractured ribs, lungs
fully inflated - I rest my case.

Let's go, folks.

Dr Campion, wait.

I know it's tiny, but...right apex.

Pneumothorax.

We'll have to insert an intercostal
catheter before she goes to Theatre.

I stand corrected.
Bloody good call, Dr Connelly.

Instinct, I guess.

Bloody good instinct for an intern.
You just saved a life.

Come on, you two.
We haven't got all day.

I think you need surgery
on your hands

to get rid of the dead tissue
before septicaemia sets in.

I'll need to get a surgical doctor
to check it out.

Sister Sullivan tells me
you think God made you do this.

Didn't 'make' me. Gave them to me.
I woke up and they were there.

Moses, that's not logical.
There's no such thing as stigmata.

There's no reason

I should be less deserving than the
next bloke, is there, of God's love?

I didn't say less deserving,
just wrong.

They didn't disbelieve
St Francis of Assisi.

He was the first and there have been
hundreds more since.

The proof is in front of you.

Sister Sullivan,
can you help me out here?

Yeah, Doctor.

Would you like me to organise a Hand
Registrar for a surgical consult?

SOOTHING TRADITIONAL ASIAN MUSIC
PLAYS

OSCAR: Scalpel.

Okay.
It starts like any other operation.

Peel back the scalp
to expose the skull.

DRILL BUZZES

Cut through the outer membrane,
exposing the cortex.

How do you know where to make
your cortical incision?

The ideal place to enter the tumour
is where the cortex is thinnest.

Now, to locate the tumour...

This probe helps to identify
the location of the tumour

within a millimetre of accuracy.

Ah, there it is.

Now, to remove it.

(girls chatter and laugh)

Kerry Jacobs,
like to come through, please?

Know what you'll have to wear?

Gaffer tape you to a skateboard,
inch your dress up,

and nobody's going to know
the difference.

That's disgusting.
(all laugh) That is disgusting...

(clears throat)

Um, Fiona has an excuse, but if
you two have been sampling the gas,

I'm going to have to report you.

Is that a very cute way
of saying we're being too noisy?

It's my very cute way of saying

if you don't tone it down
I'll have to ask you to leave.

Ooh!

We'll be good. We'll be really good.

You know,
you have a really great smile.

(all laugh)

Only been here a week,
but Dan gets lots of calls from girls

and it's never the same girl twice.

(wolf whistle)

(kittenish growl)

(all laugh)

Hey.

We have two sets of admissions
for Moses -

recent ones
and ones dating back to the '70s.

Drug-related admissions -

thinking he could fly
after taking LSD, that kind of thing.

That will explain this psychosis.
I'll organise a psych consult.

He should be scheduled.

Why?

I don't know...maybe because he
stabbed himself through both hands

and calls it an act of God?

There's no evidence
of self-mutilation.

He seems lucid.
Maybe they WERE there when he woke.

Yeah, and maybe they're stigmata.

I didn't say that.
Then what are you saying?

Maybe there is some kind
of psychosomatic mechanism.

Or maybe it's an autoerythrocyte
sensitisation freak show

where his own blood's attacking him.

Don't close your mind, Jack.

There is medical evidence and there
are documented cases. Look them up.

OSCAR: Whoah, it's a big one.

Okay, first,

dissect it free
from the surrounding brain tissue.

And then I'll remove it
piece by piece.

This is what I've been talking about.

It's really hard to tell where
the tumour ends and the brain begins.

It's almost impossible.
Where do you draw the line?

Like I said - touch, smell, feel.

Instinct. Even taste.

Come on, Vincent. You're too easy.

So I guess this is the moment where
you err on the side of caution, eh?

No. Definitely not.

But surely it's better to risk
leaving a minute portion of tumour

than to take any of the brain?

We can't afford to leave
any of the tumour behind.

But you risk causing irreversible
neurological deficits.

Well, no-one said
this was without risk, Vincent.

SCOTT: We shouldn't be doing this.

We're off-duty. Nothing in the rules
says we can't.

There probably is. How'd you talk me
into it? It's a police matter.

The police aren't looking for
my handbag.

Cate, they're just sunglasses.

$300 worth down the drain.
Can't believe I spent that.

Fine. You look for them.
I'm going home to sleep.

Scott, come on.
You said you'd help me.

MAN: Did you find your equipment?

No. Not yet.

Have you any idea
where we should start looking?

It was probably, you know, kids or
druggies that broke into the truck.

So, where do kids hang out
around here?

Well, there's the squat.

CATE: People actually live here?

SCOTT: It's pretty sad.

This is a bit freaky.

Bizarre. He's a religious fruitcake.

Hey!

It's her.

These belong to Moses.

God, it stinks in here.

Reminds me of your place.
Shut up.

Cate!

Is she alright?

Is she alive?

You got a pulse?
No.

Oh. There's our supply of Naloxene.

Are they burn marks?
Mm-hmm.

Do you have a direct number
for an ambulance?

Just call triple-0.

Make a call to your boss, as well.

Someone's definitely used
our defib on her.

Yeah, hi.
I need an ambulance, please.

Folks, could I get you
to stand back, please?

We've got a very sick girl here.
Just let these guys do their job.

Hey. Hey.

Hey, can I ask you something?

Scott.

Where you going? Scott!

SIREN WAILS

Stop. I'm not with the police.
I'm with the Ambos.

I just want to talk.

Do you know that girl?

Yeah.

She going to be alright?
No, I don't think she is.

Do you know what her name was?

Janey.
Janey what?

Do you know what happened to her?

She was using. She OD'd.

I'm really sorry about Janey,
but someone used a machine on her.

It's a defibrillator.
Do you know where it is?

It was stolen out of the back
of our ambulance this morning.

It's a really dangerous machine.

It wasn't me.
Any idea who it could've been?

We need to get it back
before it hurts someone else.

I don't know. I just wanted to see
what was happening to Janey.

You just going to let him go?

It's either that, or get slapped
with an assault charge.

We're not cops, Cate.

Can I help you?

I want to ask you something.

Can you give this to Dan for me?
It's just in case he's available.

Sure.
Ah, you're a doll.

Unknown female, found unconscious.
No pulse or respirations.

CPR commenced, intubated at scene.
It was a load and go.

Adrenaline given?
Twice. Remains asystole. No output.

Cool to touch. What's the downtime?
No idea. Incident wasn't witnessed.

What's this?
Burn marks.

Looks like someone tried to
revive her with the missing defib.

You are kidding me?
Nuh.

Sister, why are we doing this?

I'm giving you an antibiotic
to help fight the infection.

Did Jesus' wounds heel?

Well, no they remained
to show the non-believers.

God gave me these,
to remind me of that sacrifice.

I think, if he wants them to heal,
they will.

If I take this medicine,
he might be offended.

I don't think God's
that easily offended, Moses.

I can't risk that.

Take it out please.

Well, I can't.

Would you like me to get Dr Quade?

Tell him no more treatment.

It's not included
in God's plan for me.

Let's stop CPR.
See if there's an output.

CONTINUOUS BEEP

Asystole.

No output?

She's cold.

Pupils fixed and dilated.

Be a bad save
even if we get her going again.

Okay, it's been over 30 minutes
with no cardiac rhythm.

Any objection to calling it?
Nope.

Time of death's down at 13:23.

CATE: Her name was Janey.

Is that it?

Do you reckon she was gone when
her 'friends' tried to revive her?

It's hard to say.

Bloody good bet they'll try again
if the need arises.

Is there much charge left
in that defib?

Oh, um...

The redhead asked me
to give you this.

I don't know the girl.
Does that matter?

Yeah. What if she's some sort
of psychopath, looking for...

Commitment?

Victim. I was going to say 'victim'.
Commitment wouldn't be a problem.

I'm trying to steer clear
from the meaningless sex.

Hey, Terri.
Mm-hm?

I should give these to you.

I found it in a derelict building
near the church.

It actually belongs to Moses,
so I think he lived there.

Oh. Thank you.
I'll give them to him. Thanks.

Terri, I just got the debridement
scheduled for Moses.

Oh, he doesn't want that done.

What?

He thinks God will be offended if he
interferes in the healing process.

I tried to talk him out of it...

Tell him you were a nun?
Why would I do that?

Well, someone who believes
in this phenomena,

thinks he should have surgery,
might add weight to the argument.

When did I say I believed in that?

You said you didn't
find his story strange.

What I said was that they may not
have been self-inflicted,

that he might've woken up with them.

That's actually what I said.

Even if he was pissed as a parrot,

if someone did that to him,
he would've woken up.

Why don't we stop arguing
about how he got them

and concentrate on getting him
to have the surgery?

Yes.

Callum? Can you hear me?

It's Dr Hughes.

Yeah, we're here. It's Mum and Dad.

Dr Vincent said it went well, son.

That's great. Fantastic.

Now, give my hand a bit of a squeeze.

Good boy. Fantastic.

What about your mum's hand.
Can you squeeze that?

Come on, sleepy-head.

Okay. Alright.
Squeeze both my hands.

What's going on?
Is something wrong?

Okay, Callum, wiggle your toes
for me, alright?

(whispers)
Is he paralysed or something?

Well done, mate. You can go
back to sleep now. Good boy.

You said it went well.

It did. It went very well.

Now look, there's no need to panic
right now, Bob, okay?

It's early days.

He's got a lot of anaesthetic
still in him, alright?

I'm going to check him again
when he's fully awake.

It's alright.

Call Oscar Wu.
Tell him it's urgent.

OSCAR: There's nothing
to worry about at this stage.

The right side of his body
is completely paralysed.

It's just from the heating up
of the dura matter

during cauterization of the tumour.

We sailed very close to the wind
on this procedure.

You're not concerned that we may have
sailed a little too close

and we've taken away
some healthy brain tissue?

Look. Tell the parents not to worry.

You may find it resolves
within 12 hours.

Possible resolution
isn't going to allay their fears.

There are no absolutes
in this world, Vincent.

Except in my operating theatre.
There, we come close.

Look. Expect the best.
Always the best.

Fear is a dangerous thing.

This'll help you really enjoy
the honeymoon.

(laughs)

(mouths) Call me.

Hi.
Hey.

Uh, Robert Hunt. Psych consult.
I'm here to see a John Carpenter.

Yeah. Bed five. This way.

It was unbelievable. It was like
he was talking about a round of golf.

Doctors take their golf
pretty seriously, don't they?

Last time I recommend him
to a patient.

Why? Because he doesn't act
the way a neurosurgeon should act?

No. You weren't there.
He breaks all the rules.

That's what genius does.
Breaks rules.

Talking about yourself, Dr Connelly?

You hear?

Ignored my opinion,
went back for a second look,

and came up with a lifesaving call.

Did she tell you?

No.

It was nothing, really.

Oh, modest as well as talented.

See me in my office
when you've got a minute, Vincent.

There could be some borderline
personality disorder.

Well, can we sex that up
to get him scheduled?

What about his previous history?

He's a known schizophrenic who's
currently taking his medication.

He's as sane as me at the moment.
Come on, help me out a little.

I can't schedule him
without good cause.

He needs treatment.

I can see your problem. But you
can't treat him without his consent.

I'm sorry.

He's right.
No, he's not!

Refusing treatment is insane.

That should be reason enough
to get him scheduled.

Moses. Let's talk facts, okay?

The wounds on your hands, if left
untreated, will get ugly fast.

The bacteria will spread
right through your bloodstream.

Your organs will begin to fail.

Your heart, lungs, liver...

Verily. The human body
is an extraordinary thing.

It is a painful death.
I don't want that to happen to you.

So you're going to have to let me
help you.

With respect, Dr Quade,
you're merely a physician.

I've put myself in the hands

of the great metaphysician himself.

Can I help you?

Yes. Could you get in touch
with Scott the Ambo?

Let him know I dropped this off.
That's the missing defibrillator!

Just tell him my contacts
were better than I thought.

Hey.
Still here?

Yeah.
We're just taking Fiona home now.

But I wanted to come and say thanks.
I got a text from Dan.

It made me blush, actually.
He's a very naughty boy.

Everyone expects me to be
the resident expert

on anything to do with religion.

(laughs) They probably
just remember your background.

It was YEARS ago. I mean,
Jack didn't even know me then.

Oh, he's probably engaging you
in spirited discussion.

He's pushing my buttons to get
a reaction. That's what he's doing.

Well, it's working.
(laughs)

Ah, it's so childish.

Don't know if I wanna be involved
with someone who plays those games.

Ah, the only person I know

who could get you this riled up
was, uh...

Not everything in my life
has to relate back to Mitch either.

Why do you think I'm seeing Jack?
I'm trying something new.

Trying to move on with my life,

and how can I if my friends
keep dragging me back there?

Right.

You know, um, Frank thinks you
could've only made that diagnosis

if you had a lot more experience
than you're actually letting on.

Oh. Just 'cause he missed it.
Probably didn't help.

It's alright. I covered for you.

Hold on a second. You lied for me?

No. I just...
didn't tell him the truth.

(laughs) Thank you.

Listen, Grace. Don't go and locum
for your father this weekend.

I have to.
Come on. For me. Just...stay.

Look. I've got two recently
diagnosed diabetics.

And a farmer who's recovering
from a pretty large MI.

Somebody's got to look after those
patients. So, I'm sorry, but no.

Not even for you.

Hey! Glad we caught you.
We just came to say thanks.

All in a day's work.

How did you find it?

I tracked the boy down.
Pauly's his name.

He heard it had been dumped.
Led me to it.

Have you spoken to the police yet?
Oh, there's nothing to tell.

Pauly wasn't involved.

If he knows who was,
he's not saying.

A girl died.

Of an overdose?

Yes, but if the autopsy comes back

that the defib was used on her
before she died

then that's manslaughter.

All the more reason for not wanting
an innocent kid to wear the blame,

don't you think?

Look, with all due respect,
Father,

I don't really think
that's your decision to make.

If I do get wind of who did it,
I'll be letting the police know.

Yeah, well,
expect a visit from the cops,

because I'll be giving them a call.

(softly) Who the hell
does he think he is? God?

Hey. If it's any help,
these were my favourites.

How much did they cost?

Do you always ask how much something
is when someone gives it to you?

Ten bucks from the servo, I bet.
Yeah. Bargain, eh?

(laughs) They look good?
We should've been cops.

(laughs) Ooh. Cheeky bugger.

Moses, I've been doing
a little bit of reading on stigmata.

Ah. So, now you're a believer.

Well, I believe the medical reports
I've read -

people presenting to hospitals with
unexplained wounds on their hands.

And the religious articles
are pretty clear.

(reads) "Stigmata wounds never smell,
never get infected

"and do not respond
to any form of medical treatment."

There's, ah, more
if you'd like to read it.

Moses, maybe God sent you to me
for a reason -

to get your wounds treated.

He sent me to his house of worship.
Men brought me here.

Moses, just be reasonable.

I am. Your psychiatrist said so.

Prayer is my treatment now, brother.

He might change his mind.

Yeah, well, hopefully before
septicaemia sets in.

Terri, listen.

Today I said, you know,
look, I shouldn't make assumptions.

No, you shouldn't, but...

Let me make it up to you?
Take you out to dinner tonight?

I just think I might
have a quiet one, you know?

Yeah. Okay.

Hey, Moses. Is this yours? Yeah?

Look what I found inside.

A picture of you
when you were a little boy?

Yes.

Gifted child.

Everyone expected
great things of young...John.

Puts a lot of pressure on a child,
that kind of expectation.

You spend your whole life
thinking you'll be someone.

But it's too hard.

You live in a...
in a derelict building

with other homeless people,
don't you?

With kids?

Do you get on with them?

I stick to myself.
They don't believe.

Do they ever torment you?

Why don't you tell me what happened

on the night that those wounds
appeared on your hands.

The usual. Drinking, passed out.

Were the kids there?

It must have been very painful.

I woke up. Must've healed a bit
with the pain.

You don't think the kids did this,
do you?

I don't know. What do you think?

The thought crossed my mind.

You don't want to think
you're that worthless, you know?

Here you go.
I'll leave this here for you. Okay?

Oh. Thanks.

Need me to do anything
before I go?

No.
Oh, Dan.

Enjoy your date with Holly.

She told you?

I wasn't going to. It's just that
I've got this thing for redheads.

One more meaningless one.
Then I'll be ready! I swear!

Maybe you should dye your hair.

SIRENS WAIL

Oh, that's good.
They told me you were still here.

I was just about to page you.

You wanna tell him, or will I?

The feeling's come back.
Dr Wu says I'm okay.

That's the best!
Have you told his parents?

Yes, I've called them.
They're coming in.

Bringing in a burger
with the lot, eh?

For breakfast?

Sure. It'll help with the healing.

Pretty cool, eh?
(laughs) Yeah.

We'll see you later, Callum.

You're not even
a little bit relieved?

No. I knew.

How could you be so certain?

Smell...sight...touch...

..instinct.

Taste? (laughs)

And some knowledge helps too.

Well, I bow to it, Oscar.

And I had some help.

CAR ALARM BEEPS

(breathlessly)
Thought I might've missed you!

GRACE: What are you doing here?

Callum's moving all his limbs
to command. Nearly full strength.

Oh, Vincent. That's great news.
Yeah. Yeah.

You came all the way out here
to tell me that?

I'm coming with you.
What?

Come on. Somebody's got to check out
those patients.

Toothbrush, change of clothes,
snakebite kit.

Taking a risk, aren't you?

You need a provider number
for general practice.

(scoffs) Got one of those.

I like to be prepared
for all contingencies.

I've had a word with Alison,
and got some time off.

So, all above board?
Yes.

Good.
A carefully considered decision.

What, throwing your lot in with me?
How safe do you reckon that is?

Well, maybe some risks
are worth taking.

Where's our pilot?

You're looking at her.

ENGINE DRONES