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Oh, I love the smell of disinfectant in the morning.

(laughs) Well, it was either that or the smell of meat pie juice.

Oh, nice, nice.

Whoever took over our rig last week were total grots.

Whereas you are the queen of clean.

RADIO DISPATCH: Car 978, are you clear?

978 clear.

MVA intersection of Haig and Monroe Street, Finsdale.

978 on case.

Yeah, five minutes into the shift.

Sorry.

So much for easing us back in gently.

Yeah.

Are you sure you're up for this?

Are you joking? Those five days spent in front of the TV weren't in vain.

SIRENS WAIL

You take him, I'll get the other one?

Okay.

Hi, my name's Cate. I'm an ambo.

Let's get something for that head.

Excuse me.

WOMAN MOANS

MOANING CONTINUES

(cries) Please help him.

Cate!

What's your name, mate?

Andy.

How bad's the pain, Andy?

Pretty bad.

On a scale of one to ten?

27. Give or take ten.

Here, suck on this. It's for the pain.

It shouldn't be too long a wait. Thank you.

Sick baby? No, the baby's fine.

Mum's the patient, lower back pain.

Is she next? Uh, no. Mr Ellis.

Abdo pain...

TELEPHONE RINGS ..already X-rayed.

Emergency. Regina speaking.

Frank, you got a second. What for?

Have you heard anything about my traineeship yet?

You'll know when I know.

Frank, Alison Newell on the line for you.

Something about a missed meeting?

Put her through to my office.

Slept in, did we?

Something like that.

You look like crap.

Tomorrow, shave or don't bother coming in at all.

Could you ask her about the traineeship, please?

Well, he's in his usual good mood.

You look good.

Kinda rugged.

Gorgeous.

Is that the same shirt you had on yesterday?

Did you get up to something last night?

Mind your own business.

I will once you fill me in on the details.

WOMAN: What's wrong with my legs?

CATE: I think they might be broken, Trish.

Oh, that would explain the pain. (pants)

Suck on the whistle. We'll get you outta here soon.

But I told you, get Andy out first.

Your boyfriend is gonna be fine.

He's not my boyfriend.

We're just mates.

Okay.

(groans) (coughs)

The petrol's pretty full on. MAC: Yeah.

Are you alright? Yeah, I'm fine.

Just need to get more air circulating in here, though.

That's's not really gonna help too much, is it?

When will they get the pole out?!

First we've gotta cut it front and back.

Then we'll taken Andy to the hospital.

With the pole's still in? Yeah.

We'll take it out in the theatre under general anaesthetic.

That means you'll knock me out?

Oh, yeah, mate, completely.

There's a can of petrol, was it full?

Yes. I just got filled for the tinny.

Can I have a word?

We try to cut that pole the whole car's gonna go up.

The petrol's spilt on the back seat. One spark we're all toast.

I thought your gear was designed not to spark.

But we're talking about metal on metal.

That guy's got a pole through his chest.

If we don't get him out and to hospital, he's gonna die.

How are we gonna get him out?

THEME MUSIC

CHARLOTTE: One Coloxy enema.

Going for the big guns.

He's impacted. Sorry.

Welcome back.

What do you want now?

Has Alison mentioned my application? Nope.

You're not just holding out on me so you can watch me squirm?

I have no desire to watch you squirm, wiggle or anything else.

I simply forgot to ask.

What does it matter anyway? You're not going anywhere, are you?

Can you ask?

Oh. Yes, of course I can ask.

There's nothing I enjoy more

than having a conversation with Alison Newell.

Frank, call for you. Ambulance Operations.

Apparently it's urgent.

(shouts) Alicia!

Guy on the street, confused and disorientated.

ID says he's name is Bradley Marks.

He's aggressive. Applying restraints. Nil apparent injuries.

Alicia! Do we know who Alicia is?

TERRI: We'll have to uncuff him to transfer him, okay?

Let me go! Alright.

Let's move him across, okay?

Alicia, help me! Alright.

On three.

One, two, three. (screams)

JACK: Okay, just calm down.

Have you contacted next of kin?

The police have sent a car to the address of his driver's licence.

Get your hands off me! Hey! No biting.

Put him on a stretcher until we can work out what's going on.

Vincent? Can you get me five milligrams of haloperidol?

I'll get it. Vincent, take over here please.

Alicia!

Alicia! Alicia!

Is Alicia your wife?

Leave her alone! No-one's gonna hurt anyone.

Just calm down.

(screams)

Ambos need a surgeon at an MVA. They're sending a car for you.

What's the problem? An impalement.

Not a lot of details. Curtis is getting a transport bag ready.

Let me go!

Vincent, police car's on its way. ETA two minutes.

Frank, you're gonna have to come and take over here.

Where have the cops gone? They had another emergency.

I need an open thigh.

(grunts)

(screams in pain)

Can we get security here now! Are you alright?

(pants)

Leave me alone! Charlotte, are you alright?

(pants) Get off me!

(screaming continues)

NELSON: You've got everything for ventilation, intubation,

surgical instruments,

and drugs like morphine and midazolam.

If it's an impalement, why don't they just cut and transfer?

That's a good question.

There's plenty of sterile drapes. POLICE SIREN WAILS

That sounds like your ride.

It's all the bells and whistles.

Relax, mate, how bad can it be?

POLICE SIREN WAILS

Roger Havett, Rescue.

G'day, mate. Vincent Hughes.

Is he alright?

The van driver. He got off lightly.

He ran the give way sign.

Now a 3cm diameter rod is our problem.

Yeah, I can see that.

Armani.

He's clean shaven, his clothes were fresh, his shoes are clean.

He's no homeless drunk.

Well, we've got money, credit cards.

Apparently he was wandering the streets, ranting and confused.

It might be an acute psychotic episode.

Could be a toxic ingestion, encephalitis or confusional migraine.

Won't know until the tests are back.

Yeah, okay. I'll do the usual bloods.

Can you and blood alcohol level and tox screen to cover all bases.

Yep.

I'll look after these. At least he's quiet now.

Mm. Hey, has anyone seen Charlotte?

No.

Dr Collins, please. It's Dr Charlotte Beaumont.

Margo...

..um, I think there may be a problem with my pregnancy.

No, I've been kicked, and I'm bleeding.

I'm not letting my men cut that rod until the scene's more stable.

Can't we get the firies to spray foam in there?

That'd make cutting the rod safer?

Perhaps. How much foam? Are you gonna fill the whole car up?

There's still the petrol fumes, it'll cause a fireball.

That's not the answer.

What is?

We cut him out from around the pole.

You've got to be kidding?

You got a better idea?

Can't we remove the patient with the entire pole in place,

cut the car in half.

There's gotta be a better way than that.

How do we transport a patient attached to a pole that size?

That pole could have damaged an artery in his chest.

Cut him away, you'll release the pressure it's holding on the vessel.

He's gonna bleed to death in minutes.

Or, the alternative is,

we sit around and wait for Andy to deteriorate.

Now, are you willing to do that?

You have to cut a chunk out of my chest?

I know there's a lot to take in at the moment,

we don't another option, we can't cut the pole because of the petrol.

I get that.

But you have to operate while I'm still awake?

I can give you drugs to help ease the pain,

but you have to understand that I can't completely dull it.

So I'll feel it?

You can't do that.

Not in a car in the middle of the street.

Look, I've got all the instruments and equipment that I need.

This isn't a hospital! This is an old car.

A dirty old car.

It's the best plan.

Then don't take me.

I want to stay with Andy.

He needs me.

Trish, when we pull Andy free,

we're gonna have to pull him out through the driver's seat.

Andy...

I'll see you at the hospital, Trish.

You'll be alright.

I promise.

See you at the hospital.

It's not too late to change your mind.

I'm not changing my mind.

Vincent, look at you.

You look like you haven't slept. Are you really ready for this?

If you're not gonna help, then, please, can you stay out of my way?

Have we any word on Vincent? No, not yet.

Emergency.

Terri. This is Alicia, Bradley's wife.

Yes. I've been looking after your husband.

Von?

Yup. It's your niece.

Is he gonna be alright?

Well, he's...

We're running tests, and he has been sedated.

The police said he was screaming and ranting.

I said, "It couldn't be Brad."

Has nothing like this ever happened before?

Never.

Has he been drinking more than normal or...

..taking drugs?

No drugs.

Glass of red at night, that's all.

We don't have much time for partying.

Any reason in particular?

Well, Brad's an investment banker,

and a month ago he was promoted and given this new account.

He has been under a lot of pressure.

He wanted to give it up,

but I asked him to stick it out another month.

We're trying for a baby.

and the extra money helps with the mortgage.

So how's he been coping with this stress?

Okay.

He gets a bit short tempered at times,

but that's the way Brad gets when he's...

..tired.

What's wrong with him?

We're hoping the tests will tell us something.

If not, I'd like to take a scan of his head with your permission.

Do whatever you have to do.

Okay.

It's going to be okay.

(pants heavily)

I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to her.

She's in good hands, Andy.

This stupid fishing trip was my idea.

I hate fishing.

Let me guess - Trish loves it?

We were heading to her old man's tinny.

Okay. Now it's your turn.

You ready?

You've done this type of operation before, right?

Come on. They teach this in Surgery 101.

I'm ready.

But just quietly - I'm shitting myself.

Hey. How are you going?

Oh, just winded.

Patient in bed 12, still complaining of a headache.

Can you organise some analgesia. I'll review him.

I need to speak to Vincent.

He's not back from the MVA.

How's long's he gonna be?

Well, I don't know.

Anything I can help you with?

No. I'm fine, thanks.

Jack. Bradley Marks is awake. Great, thanks.

Oh, yeah. I've got his blood results.

Nil alcohol, negative drug screen, white cell count is normal.

Infection is unlikely.

Ah, Mr Marks. I'm Dr Quade.

Hi.

My wife's just been telling me how I got here.

You don't remember?

No.

Um, I remember leaving the house this morning.

I have a vague recollection of being on the train on my the way to work,

but that's it.

Right.

I'm just going to shine this light into your eyes.

You were pretty confused when you arrived,

so I've ordered a CT scan of your head.

But you don't think I have a brain tumour or anything, do you?

Well, we don't know.

But the scan will reveal any abnormalities that may be present.

And if there's nothing there, what do we do then?

I'll send Bradley up to a Psychiatry Registrar.

Oh, come on. I'm not insane.

I'm not suggesting that you are.

But there's something causing these symptoms,

we need to look at all possibilities to find out what that is.

It'll be okay.

Flucloxacillin one gram.

Expires 10/05.

Water 10/06.

Von. Ampicillin?

Yep. Sorry. Yep.

Is everything okay with Kerry?

Yeah, she was just ringing about a letter I got from Anne's solicitor

regarding her will.

Hmm?

My luck, be that mangy cat of hers.

Don't worry, Nelson, I won't be taking the cat.

Good.

Let me know if that pain relief doesn't kick in within 20 minutes.

Thanks.

I hear you copped one from a patient. You okay?

I'm fine.

You're not fine, Charlotte. What's wrong?

Charlotte?

Hey.

(cries) He kicked me in the lower abdomen...

..and I'm pregnant.

And I had some bleeding and I don't know what to do.

Okay. Have you called your obstetrician?

She can't see me right away, and Vincent's not here.

He's somewhere else. Charlotte.

Now you've got to calm down.

You are not doing yourself any good by getting worked up, okay?

You have to lie down.

We'll get Jack, do an ultrasound. Oh! No, no.

I don't want anyone to know about this, please.

Please.

Okay, on three - one, two, three.

Need a full trauma series of X-rays.

Page Radiology, and get an orthopod down here.

Was she pinned in the car?

No, but her passenger is.

He was impaled by a steel rod in the seat.

That isn't where Vincent is?

Yep. He's planning on cutting the guy out from around the pole.

I know. It's full on.

Jessica, wake up.

Get on to Radiology when you've finished that.

Trish. Is there someone I can call for you?

My dad?

Your dad. Okay.

Vincent wouldn't seriously be operating on that guy out there?

If he is, he better have a damn good reason.

Bit painful now. This is the local anaesthetic.

Least of my problems.

I'm gonna cut from where the pole has entered your chest.

I'll cut around to the back.

I don't want to know, okay? Just get it over and done with.

You need to know exactly what's going to happen today.

I get it, okay? It's gonna be a whole world of pain.

Just get it over and done with, will you?

I need more pain-killers, it's still hurting.

Alright, coming right up, mate.

Andy, if you need pain relief, any time, okay,

you don't hesitate to ask - as often as you need it.

It's important you do that, because once I start,

once I make that first incision, I can't stop.

You've got to be ready for that.

I don't think I can do this.

Yeah, you can, Andy.

You just pick something to stare at, you don't take your eyes of it.

Where do you want me?

I did a two-week rotation in my postgrad year in Theatre.

I can pass you a few instruments.

Okay. Get gowned and gloved.

(coughs)

Alright, mate.

Here we go.

Ahh!

Oh!

(cringes in pain) Oh, God.

Stop it, please. Stop it!

Come on, Andy. Remember, there's no going back.

Why don't you try thinking about that fishing trip.

You and Trish, you're out on the water...

BP's 125 asystolic.

Okay, give him another 2.5. We're almost halfway there now, mate.

That's meant to be good news?

Why don't you tell me about Trish, Andy?

Andy?

You okay?

(screams in agony) Argh!

Andy?

(gasps)

It's a bit easier to breath.

Another 2.5 in.

She seems like a great girl. You guys should get together.

She was my best mate's girlfriend. Was?

(screams in agony) Stop it!

Sorry, mate, that was a rib.

She cares about you, that's obvious.

You should step up.

She's not interested.

You sure about that?

Pretty sure. (groans)

You should try asking her.

We're not mind readers, you know, us women.

Sometimes we like to hear it.

Rib-cutters.

(screams) God!

(cries) No!

(cries) Oh, God, no.

You okay?

You can call me in Emergency if you need anything, okay?

I don't know what I'm doing.

I shouldn't be here, and you shouldn't be here.

Just get some rest for now, Charlotte.

We can reassess the plan once your obstetrician has seen you.

What about Frank?

Don't worry. I'll cover for you.

Is there anything else I can get you?

No. Thank you.

Okay, mate. We'll see you in a little bit.

Dr Quade.

I have to, um, I have to ring Brad's work,

and I'm not really quite sure what to say.

Is this... This is not meant to be happening.

I'm sorry.

I wish I had something more I could tell you.

Hey.

Why don't you just make it simple?

Tell them Brad collapsed in the street,

that he went to hospital, and that you'll know more later.

Okay?

Okay.

Okay, I can do that.

I'll show you where the phones are?

No. It's alright. I know where they are.

Okay.

Andy. Can you hear me, mate?

Come on, mate. Try and stay with us.

How much longer?

Almost through to the pleura.

Then I'm gonna need the rib spreaders.

Geez, that'll wake him up.

He's not moving much air at the moment.

EQUIPMENT BEEPS His SAT's are dropping.

He's lost consciousness.

I'll bag.

I'm with you.

His chest's not moving.

Damn.

You'll have to intubate.

How can I do that when I can't lie him down?

Come on, Cate. I know you'll be able to do it. Concentrate.

Don't shorten the tube, okay?

Push it passed its normal 23-26 at the lips.

Hopefully it'll slip down to the right bronchus.

Yep.

Right. Nice and easy, Cate.

Okay.

I'm in.

Okay.

Blow up the cuff.

Nice work.

Well done, Cate.

Thanks. You've not done too badly yourself.

Still with us, Mac?

Yeah. Just all these petrol fumes in the back.

You right to keep bagging?

I'm alright.

Come on, Mac.

Nup, nup.

(coughs)

Are you okay?

(vomits)

FRANK: You don't have to tell me it's undignified, Mr Ellis.

I suggest you add some prunes to your diet.

For God's sake, get some air freshener in there.

Her X-rays back yet?

No, any minute. Bloody marvellous.

The one time there's no backlog in Theatre, Radiology drag their feet.

You must be a good doctor.

Why's that?

'Cause your bedside manner sucks.

Is that so?

My mum was a nurse.

She said the best doctors had no bedside manner.

My mother said never trust a woman who can't bake a sponge.

Shouldn't Andy be here by now?

I'm sure Dr Hughes is working as fast as he can.

If he lets Andy die...

..he better stay away from me.

From what I hear, Dr Hughes is Andy's best chance of survival.

Instead of bagging him, you should be thanking him.

Whoops. There goes my bad bedside manner again.

If you're right...

..I'll bake you that sponge.

(chuckles) I am right.

If you change that sponge into a trifle, you've got a deal.

Okay, Trish. It's time for your X-rays.

I'll just go and grab another IV pole.

PAGER BEEPS Where's Beaumont?

She was here a second ago.

Tell her I'm looking for her, will you?

Have you got any idea how Vincent will be?

However long it takes to carve a lung out, I suppose.

(sighs)

Some work for you to do.

If you're up to it, that is.

Oh, yeah.

Just need a few orders written up.

(sighs)

Is everything okay in the ED? They must be wondering where I am.

Hardly noticed you've gone.

You're a terrible liar, Nelson.

Frank would notice a missing paper clip.

Just write up the orders and wait for your obstetrician, okay?

Things are under control.

You had any more bleeding?

(sighs) No.

Well, that's good, then.

Any news on how long Vincent will be?

Not yet.

I'll let him know what's going on as soon as he gets back.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean that the way it sounded.

I'm really grateful that... Charlotte.

It's fine. It's not fine. Where is he?

You know Vincent. He's out playing Super Doctor, you know?

Flying in the face of protocol.

Being amazing.

Just got to resect one last piece of lung tissue away from the pole.

Looks like his bleeding's slowed.

He's looking pale. Do you think his BP's dropped?

Yeah, could be.

How you going, Mac?

Good, yeah.

If you call throwing up your stomach lining

and half your oesophagus good.

Can you take his BP?

Sorry.

That's okay.

Okay. We're almost ready to move him.

That's good, 'cause I can't get a reading.

Okay. Open up that fluid. Run it all through.

Let's clear this trolley.

Get ready to move him out, now!

Any sign of Beaumont yet?

Uh...

Do I have any actual bloody doctors working in this department today?!

Bed two needs to start on IV antibiotics.

What the hell's that? The handwriting's appalling.

I'll get it rewritten.

Trish.

Ambulance just rang, they're bringing in your boyfriend.

So he's okay?

Yep, he's stable,

but he'll go straight to Theatre to fix his chest.

Oh, thank you. You owe me a trifle.

You want something?

Just waiting for Von.

Von, Mr Shearer in bed three -

Charlotte has ordered vitamin K, if you could give it to him?

Is that all, Nelson? That's all. Thank you.

(pants)

What's up her bum?

Possibly a cat.

Now, Beaumont.

Frank! Frank!

Try and relax, Trish.

I want you to concentrate on your breathing for me, okay?

BP's dropped to 90/45.

Jugular's up. Get her X-rays.

Bump in some gelofusion. PE?

Think it's a fat embolism.

Trish. I want you to look into my eyes.

I've just got to look at your eyes. That's a girl.

SAT's are dropping. 89%.

Retina clear, no emboli.

Hold up her chest film.

Pulmonary infiltrates.

SAT's 88. She needs intubating.

Size six tube. Set up a ventilator.

Trish? Trish?

You've got what's known as a fat embolism.

It's like a blood clot. Sometimes happens after a bone fracture.

There's not quite enough blood supply getting to your lungs.

I'm going to put you to sleep and get the machine to breath for you

until the clots have passed through your lungs, do you understand?

(mumbles)

Don't try to talk.

Just nod if you understand.

Good girl.

Set up a noradrenaline infusion.

You want to write something?

You can tell him yourself later.

For now, you're going to sleep.

TERRI: Okay.

Sux given.

Do you want me to set up for a morph and midaz?

Apply cricoid pressure.

Tube in.

She's developing acute Cor Pulmonale as a result of multiple fat emboli.

Let's start with a PEEP of five and take a gas.

I'll do the gas.

Blood pressure's low.

Set up for a noradrenaline infusion.

3ml a minute? Yep.

Sat's are down to 81%. She's in SVT.

Adenosine.

6mg bolus, let's make it quick.

EQUIPMENT BEEPS QUICKLY She's in VT.

Charge the defib.

INCREASING BEEP

Clear.

Asystole.

Adrenaline.

Frank, she's blocked off most of her pulmonary vasculature.

There's no blood getting to her lungs.

Emboli present in both retinas.

She's embolised her head.

She's gone.

CONTINUOUS BEEP

You're an absolute freak, Vincent. I didn't think you had it in you.

Andy Patton, MVA, pole penetration.

He's expected in Theatre.

A white pointer would have made less mess.

That's some of my best work you're looking at there.

He was very impressive, Frank. Theatre ready?

Take him straight up.

They'll put intercostal tubes in on the table before starting.

I'm going up too.

No, Vincent. Let someone else do it.

How's Trish going?

I'm afraid she didn't make it.

Probable fat embolism.

Frank tried everything.

She wrote her boyfriend a message.

Andy wasn't her boyfriend.

He just wanted to be.

Trouble?

Do they know?

No. Not yet.

I have the results of your CT scan.

And?

It showed a reduction in the blood supply

to the frontal and temporal lobes of the brain.

So not a brain tumour, then?

No.

The results are indicative of a degenerative condition

called frontotemporal dementia.

Dementia?

What do you mean? Like Alzheimer's or something?

But I'm too young to have that. That must be a mistake, surely.

Alzheimer's affects the entire brain, this doesn't.

But it does occur at a younger age.

So, what do we do?

I mean, how do we stop it?

Unfortunately, there isn't much that we can do. There is no cure.

And there's virtually no treatment available.

There must be something.

Please, we'll do anything. Won't we?

There are a group of drugs called SSRIs,

and they can sometimes improve the behaviour changes

you're going to experience but they will not stop the disease.

So it's going to get worse, right? That's what you're saying, isn't it?

Yep, that's what I'm saying.

I'm sorry.

You're both going to need to prepare for what's likely to happen.

And that is?

I need to know.

It's possible that you will experience

increased episodes of aggression,

social inappropriateness, apathy.

As the disease progresses, it causes speech and language difficulty.

How long have I got

before I'm a gibbering idiot in a nursing home somewhere?

It's not gonna happen.

Yes, it is, Ally!

It's impossible to estimate exactly how quickly

or exactly what form this disease takes.

Each case is individual.

Are you talking months?

More likely years.

See, with those drugs.

What the hell is wrong with you?!

Brad.

Look, just go away.

Mate, I'll give you a minute. Okay?

I can't believe this is happening.

(cries)

There you are.

Mrs Mahoney in bed two is off to the ward now.

Oh, thank God. She's been driving me mental.

Why don't you phone the solicitor and get it over and done with?

I already have.

And?

I got the damn cat.

Oh, great.

Yeah.

And $100,000.

Well, that's a lot of kitty litter.

Kerry is insisting I take it.

What are you going to do?

I don't want it.

I told her she could have the cat if she got off my back.

She likes the mangy thing for some reason.

Your sister wanted you to have the money.

Yes. So Kerry keeps saying.

You know, all I can think about

is who's going to get my solicitor's letter when I cark it?

Oh, Von.

Well, actually, Von... (laughs)

Dream on, son.

Hey, Vincent.

Can I have a quick word.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Charlotte?

Thank you.

(sighs) I'm okay.

What did your obstetrician say?

The ultrasound was fine. The baby's perfect.

Margo just said the bleeding was completely coincidental

and it's business as usual.

Well, that's great.

Have you been holed up here all day?

Most of it.

Oh, sweetheart. I'm so sorry I wasn't here.

(cries) I've never been more scared in my life.

I couldn't do anything, I couldn't work.

Just the thought of losing the baby.

Oh, God.

It's alright. It's all over.

Yeah. (sniffs)

Yeah. It is.

So, what exactly did you tell Nelson?

Just that I was pregnant. He didn't ask anything else.

But he's definitely notched up a few karma points today

covering for me.

I don't know how he swindled it with Frank, but...

So who's looking after your patients?

What are you doing, Curtis?

Packing Mr Shearer's nose to stop his epistaxis.

And why would you be doing that instead of a doctor?

You know how dangerous a procedure like that can be.

Frank, his epistaxis was due to being over anticoagulated,

not because of some nasal defect.

You know that for a fact? Pretty much.

"Pretty much"?

If it was broken, packing it could've kill him.

He doesn't have a broken nose.

Does Beaumont know what you've been doing?

No. No.

Every time she's been needed around here she's been mysteriously missing.

Did you know that Curtis was packing orifices in your absence?

I made the decision, I'll take full responsibility for it.

If anyone should be taking resp... It's me. Discussion over.

I'll fill out an instrument report, and you can drool over it later.

Damn right I will.

I trust whoever's been holding you up all day is fixed.

Yes, it is. Thank you. Good.

Because you start the training program first thing next month.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

Do you want to tell me what you were taking the blame for in there?

Forget about that. Is everything...?

Everything's fine.

Good.

I'm not happy about you taking the...

Think of it as another round in the ring for me and Frank.

No big deal. It's not right.

He wouldn't know what to do

if he wasn't having a go at someone, he's programmed that way.

REG: Frank, Mr Eagles is here.

Hm? Trish's dad.

Oh, right.

Um...put him in the Quiet Room will you?

I'll be right there. Yeah, sure.

Get some tea or water, will you?

Yeah, okay.

Yeah, okay. Thank you.

How did the surgery go?

Good. They closed the chest and removed his spleen.

Turns out it was ruptured.

But I think he's gonna pull through.

Are we talking about Andy? Yeah.

He still doesn't know about Trish, though?

No, not yet.

He's gone to Recovery. He'll be monitored in HDU overnight.

Hate that part of the job.

When you can't do anything to make a difference, its...

But you did make a difference.

You couldn't do anything about his condition

but I saw you with them, you were...you were fantastic.

(sighs)

The last time we had a conversation like this

we ended up taking a taxi back to your house.

Goodnight. 'Night.

I think Andy has a lot to thank you for.

It was a team effort.

You made the call, took the risk.

It was really gutsy, Vincent. Sorry I was such a cow today.

I think you redeemed yourself.

Wouldn't you say so, Mac? Yeah, I think so.

Ah, Vincent. Just been talking about you.

Want to hear every detail down at the pub later.

Had enough smoke blown up your skirt for one day, Vincent?

I did what I had to do. The patient survived...

Bully for you.

Do us all a favour, and get over this identity crisis.

I don't need cowboys in this department, I want doctors.

And I meant what I said earlier - shave or don't bother coming in.

I think he's jealous because he's not as handsome as you, Vinnie.

Don't call me, Vinnie.

Just for that, you're gonna buy the first round.

Oh!

(laughs)

Are you coming?

Nah, think I'd better head home.

His loss.

Let's go. Alright. See ya, buddy.

Come on, Jess. I'll get the first drink.

Come on.

Frank, have you seen Vincent anywhere?

Just left.

Recovery just called. Andy's awake and he's asking for Trish.

Should I call a social... No, no, no.

I'll talk to him.

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