The F Ward (2026) s01e01 Episode Script

1
Sia's "Buttons" ♪
[Door opens]
[Door closes]
You've got me pushing
imaginary buttons ♪
[Horn honks]
Step away from me, lover ♪
Away from me, lover ♪
You got me counting
imaginary school children ♪
Get away from me, lover ♪
Away from me, lover ♪
[Phone chimes]
Yes, I can see ♪
That your carpet is animated ♪
Walk away from me ♪
Shit.
Away from me, lover ♪
Yes, I see open wounds ♪
In everyone I've dated ♪
Away from me, lover ♪
Get away from me, lover ♪
I am no good for you ♪
I'm seeing ghosts
in everything I do ♪
I am no good for you ♪
I'm seeing ghosts
in everything I do ♪
Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
[Lisa] No, darling, tell Daddy
that Rachel's taking you
to swimming on Thursday.
I don't know.
Yeah, yeah, in the red bag.
I don't know, love.
You didn't hang them up to dry,
then they're still gonna be wet,
aren't they?
No, I'll I'll look at it
on the weekend, okay?
I'm gonna be there
every weekend.
[Tyres squeal]
[Horn blares]
Walk away from me, lover ♪
Away from me, lover ♪
[Thunder rumbles]
Oh, oh, oh ♪
Get away from me, lover ♪
Away from me, lover ♪
Oh, oh, oh ♪
Step away from me, lover ♪
[Vape thuds]
[Siren wails in distance]
Here, let me help you.
- Oh, thank you.
- There you go.
[Through earbuds]
Walk away from me, lover ♪
[Engine putters]
[Tyres squeak]
- [Handbrake clicks]
- [Engine stops]
[Cries]
[Whispers] Oh, come on.
[Sobs]
[Sighs]
[Ellie] You can do this.
[Van door slams]
[Ellie breathes shakily]
[Ellie gasps] Oh!
- [Whispers] Come on.
- [Button clicks, window whirrs]
[Jimmy] Ellie!
[Ellie] Jimmy.
- Hi.
- [Tearfully] You're here too.
Yeah.
Man. [Chuckles] I haven't
seen you since, um
last year. Are you okay?
Uh, medically, I'm fine,
if that's what you mean.
No, that's not what I mean.
You look like
you're crying in your car.
- I'm not.
- [Jimmy] Hmm.
Okay. Cool.
'Cause if we're here for
the same thing, we're late.
Oh, shit.
[Window whirrs]
- [Jimmy] Ellie, let's go!
- [Ellie] I'm coming!
[Gloria] Okay, everybody,
welcome to The Pines.
Now, I don't need to
tell you all
this is your last chance
to complete
your medical internships
- [Elevator dings]
- and qualify as doctors.
[P.A.] Security, room 8.
[Gloria] Now, your first
attempts were all
variously unsuccessful,
and, given past experience,
a quarter of you will be gone
in the next three months.
- Whoa.
- Ugh!
- Sorry.
- Watch where you're going!
[Jimmy] Sorry, mate.
Six, seven years
of medical school training
and preparation
to become a doctor
it all comes down to this.
Where are the other two?
So you're gonna be assigned
daily by us -
Anita, our CEO,
me across general surgery,
and Dr. Parker on Emergency,
and occasionally
internal medicine,
depending on staffing needs,
and given that we're
13 FTs down,
there's never not a need.
Um, sorry,
do we really need the stickers?
Yes, you do need those stickers,
unless you prefer L-plates.
Your patients have got
a right to know
that you've got
your training wheels on,
but you are now working
as junior doctors
and you're expected
to act like it.
So no excuses.
Whatever you do, own it.
This is your last chance.
- Don't fuck it up this time.
- [Ellie] So sorry.
- Yeah.
- So sorry we're late.
[Jimmy] Um, so sorry.
Dr. Wall.
- Dr. Wall.
- Ellie. O'Neill.
Jimmy.
Seufale.
Mm-hm. You're late. Out.
You serious?
Are you?
[Tentative music]
First day, last chance, and you
can't get here on time? Out.
[Ellie] Yep.
Come on.
[Jimmy scoffs]
[Indistinct chatter]
I think that went well.
[Tape rips]
[Thunder rumbles]
[Thunder rumbles]
[Siren wails in distance]
[P.A.] Dr. Andrews
- [Indistinct chatter]
- [Objects clatter]
Are you two late? Oof!
- She's not gonna like that.
- Uh, you're the program reg.
- Ellie.
- Oh, Curtis.
- Jimmy.
- Curtis.
- Curtis, should we go
- [Quietly] Oh, no, no, no.
Don't do that. Come with me.
- You two know each other?
- Um, we're not friends.
Huh. Rude.
Yeah, we were both interns
at RPA last year.
Went on one pretty good date,
kissed, and then she ghosted me.
- God! I'm so sorry.
- Very interesting.
- [Jimmy] Yep.
- So what do you want to do?
As doctors,
what do you want to do?
Oh, trauma and general surgery.
Yeah, same, but I wanted
to do it before she did.
[Curtis] Surgeons just
cut pus and canker.
Physicians
are systems engineers.
They take into account
the whole person.
They're creative,
lateral thinkers,
plus they're the only people
who actually talk to patients.
Do you want to talk to patients?
- Yeah.
- Yeah. Yeah, I do.
Very good.
All is not lost.
Okay, in you go.
Scrubs on.
See you in the field.
[Gloria] Accurate,
contemporaneous documentation,
always.
However, I would not recommend
stealing the nurses' COWs
to do it.
Their revenge will be
brutal and enduring.
- Cows?
- 'Computers on wheels'.
Oh, that makes sense.
Um, sorry, have you got
a question Yosef?
- Uh, no.
- [Ava] I have a question.
Mm-hm?
[Ava] What support
does the program offer
JMOs' mental well-being?
I have recurrent ADHD.
[Thunder rumbles faintly]
Um [Chuckles] Okay.
I don't think that's
a real thing, is it, Ava?
[Ava] It's an emerging
area of research,
and I think we all deserve
to feel safe.
[Gloria] This isn't
a safe space.
It's a hospital.
[Thunder cracks]
[Lights click]
[People exclaim in distance]
Lights and power
are not guaranteed.
There'll never be enough
staff, time or resources.
So you work with what
you've got and you'll survive.
You never know,
you might even thrive, Ava.
[Yosef] Um, well,
is the power coming back?
[Gloria] Well, one would
hope so, yes, Yosef.
- It's a hospital.
- [Josh snorts]
There's a backup generator.
- [Lights click]
- [Gloria] There we go. Great.
Okay, off we go.
And, um,
please try not to kill anyone.
[Thunder rumbles and cracks]
[Gloria] Gosh.
Um
where were you
for the intern meeting?
You're supposed to be in my 2IC.
Steal your thunder?
I'd never, General Surgeon.
You sound like Yoda.
Are you having a stroke?
This is cold. Did you sleep in?
I pulled a double,
finished late. Apologies.
- You kicked out two already?
- Making a point. Nic.
Great day to haze the Fail Ward.
- Don't call them that.
- Not to their faces.
Well, they're the Fuck-up Ward,
and they're going where
they can cause the least damage.
[Curtis and Nicola]
To Emergency.
- Morning, Omar.
- Morning, Docs.
Do we have to worry about this?
Probably. Got a bit
of a leaking, though.
- Your list.
- Oh.
Oh, God. Is all this just today?
- Find you some interns.
- Yeah.
[Thunder rumbles]
[Omar] Watch your step, please.
[Nicola] See you later, Omar.
What's up her arse?
She's been at
The Pines too long.
Why is that?
Dr. Wall's quite famous
in the DCS trauma circles.
Yeah, big circles, those.
[Blows raspberry]
[Lisa laughs]
Yeah, I don't get why
she's stuck out here either.
Uh, she slept with
the wrong VMO.
There was some
"me too" situation.
She blew the whistle
on a senior doctor.
Oh, yeah?
She didn't blow hard enough, eh?
[Josh laughs]
So what are you guys
all in here for?
- I threw up in a patient.
- You too?
Oh, babe, I was joking.
- Really?
- [Josh] I'm curious.
How does a university medallist
end up in here?
- Ow!
- [Josh] Oh, there we go.
That's none of your business.
Josh Wilson.
You put a cannula
in a jugular vein, right?
[Door squeaks and closes]
Looked like a slasher movie.
[Josh] No. [Laughs]
Not what happened.
[Nicola] Okay, you lot
- [Lisa] Hey, Nic.
- [Nicola] Oh.
- Hi.
- Hey.
- Nice to see you.
- [Nicola] Good to have you back.
Uh, Dr. Wall will take two
of you to assist in theatre.
That's a first.
Usually all the interns
want to be surgeons.
- I want to be a psychiatrist.
- Shit, no.
[Nicola] Yeah, you two, then.
The rest of you
report to Emergency.
Let's go.
[Josh] Hm.
[Yosef] Oh!
- [Indistinct chatter]
- [Water runs]
Here they are.
[Gloria] Oh, lucky me.
You bothered
to turn up this time.
- Good luck.
- [Jimmy] Thank you.
[Gloria] Okay, team, these are
our provisional new JMOs.
Ellie and
- Jimmy. Seufale.
- I'll try and remember that.
Shields over there.
[Kush] Ellie O'Neil. RPA.
Yeah. [Chuckles nervously]
Kush Prasad. Dr. Kush Prasad.
My ex worked on
that investigation.
[Ellie] Um, I thought that was
meant to be confidential.
Uh, yeah, don't worry.
Your secret's safe with me.
- And Johnny, is it?
- Jimmy.
[Kush] Jimmy.
What are you in for, mate?
Or is it prison rules?
Don't ask, don't tell.
- [Others laugh]
- [Jimmy fake-laughs]
Saved someone's life, actually.
Oh, sure you did, buddy.
All right, see you in there.
[Gloria] Okay, if any of us
feel like doing some work today,
we've got one hell
of a list to get through.
Let's get to it
before the shit hits the fan.
[Water runs]
[Ali] So, let me see you
scrub in.
- [Indistinct chatter]
- [Phone rings]
Ivanovich?
[Yosef] Excuse me. Hi.
We're the new docs
[Liam] Cannon fodder.
Right.
We've got 27 waiting.
Five cat 3s,
but Curtis has got those.
You guys clear the time-wasters
as quick as you can.
It is gonna get worse.
- Because of the storm?
- Because it always does.
[Phone chimes]
- Sorry.
- Gastro, triage.
- Paper files?
- [Liam] System's down.
Happens all the time.
Hope you can use a pen.
- [Liam] You used to be a nurse?
- Yes.
[Liam] Wonderful.
Someone who knows
what they're doing.
[Phone chimes]
Sorry.
- [Thunder rumbles]
- Sorry. Hey, babe.
No, no.
- [Lisa] Yeah, because my car
- [Liam] Or not.
Bed 5. Running sores.
Leg smells like a bag of guts.
Hit me, boss.
- That's "Nurse Boss" to you.
- [Lisa] Okay, I gotta go.
Love you. 'Bye.
Sorry. Fucking kids.
Well, don't have any.
This is Curtis. He's your reg.
Run everything by him first.
- Hello, people.
- Hi, Curtis.
[Patient] I'm here.
I'm dealing with it.
Excuse me.
Why are we all
still standing here?
- Oh.
- Yeah.
- [P.A.] Dr. Mendoza
- [Liam snaps fingers]
- Go.
- [Josh] Triage.
- I
- [Liam] Thataway.
Thataway, thataway, thataway.
[Thunder rumbles]
[Curtis] Omar.
- Hello, mate. How you going?
- [Omar] Oh, man.
[Curtis] Talk to me.
Is it fixable or fucked?
Not by me. See? We don't
have a lot of choices.
- Can you help?
- Yeah, that should work.
Good idea.
- [Both grunt]
- [Omar] That's it.
[Omar] Right there.
- There you go.
- Thank you.
That's absolutely perfect.
- Well, hope it's enough.
- Let's get this bugger.
[Light music]
[Thunder rumbles]
[Thunder cracks]
[Gloria] All right,
let's get this party started.
Um, what are
we looking at, Ellie?
[Ellie] We are looking at
[Jimmy] I'll take the lead
on this one.
The appendix appears
enlarged and discoloured.
[Gloria] Yeah, next steps.
- I think what we need to do
- It's appendicitis, obviously.
Your basic appendicectomy.
Let's get it out.
[Gloria] No. Ellie.
[Ellie] I think
we first need to rule out
a mucocele or abscess or tumour.
- [Gloria] Mm-hm.
- [Jimmy] Yeah, that's a given.
[Gloria] How do we progress?
[Ellie] I'd want to check
the feel for firmness.
[Gloria] You can't do that
laparoscopically.
[Ellie] Uh, no, of course not.
Um, based on the discolouration
and the irregular shape,
it might be a tumour.
- [Gloria] Yeah, next steps.
- [Jimmy] We're already here.
- Appendicectomy.
- [Gloria] No.
Why might that be a bad idea,
Ellie?
We risk seeding tumour cells
throughout the peritoneal cavity
if we manipulate
too much through the ports.
[Gloria] Exactly,
and ideally we would like
to save our patient
a second operation.
So assuming we can
assure adequate margins,
which I think we can
[Jimmy] We convert to open
to remove the appendix.
Boom. Appendicectomy.
[Ellie] You didn't even know
why that was right.
[Jimmy] Still got it right.
Right is right, Ellie.
[Gloria] Thank you very much.
I no longer require assistants
this morning.
Can you get Dr. Chun?
[Ali] Copy that. Jet?
[Ellie] Thank you, Dr. Wall.
[Gloria] Thank you.
[Heart monitor beeps]
I can't believe I said
that dumb thing
about checking the feel
of a tumour in a laparoscopy.
Maybe you should stop
worrying about the tiny things.
I want her to like me.
I need this internship to work.
Do you want to be a doctor?
Then be a doctor.
- [Scoffs]
- Okay?
How is everything
so easy for you?
Hey, I think it's pretty cool
you came back
after what happened.
Okay, don't need your advice.
Thanks.
[P.A.] Cat 1.
Trauma team to Emergency.
- I'll take the trauma case.
- I'll take it
- I can take the trauma case.
- I'll take it.
Love this attitude, kids.
You can have this one.
- Why?
- [Liam] 'Cause he's cuter.
Bed 1, frequent flyer.
Just get her out of here.
Trauma's still incoming.
That's yours.
[Exhales]
[Clears throat]
Hi. I'm Jimmy.
Uh, how are you feeling today,
Shirley?
Oh!
I'm dying.
I want a real doctor.
Well, lucky for you,
I'm both Samoan
and a real doctor.
I don't give a shit who you are.
I can read your badge.
"Supervised Practice. JMO."
- What did you do wrong?
- Nothing.
Are you happy for me to proceed?
- [Shirley] Fine.
- [Jimmy] Thank you.
[Clears throat] I'm just
gonna check your heart.
[Thunder rumbles]
[Jimmy clears throat]
Oh!
Oh, that's way too cold!
[Phone rings]
Yeah, this is gonna be fun.
[Clears throat]
[Liam] Yosef, Mia,
something's happening.
- Can you get out there?
- [Yosef] Yeah, will do.
[P.A.] Security to room 13.
[Man] If anybody has
the bladder scans
- [Patients cough]
- [Indistinct chatter]
Oh, no.
- [People murmur]
- [Rain patters]
[Thunder rumbles]
She ran for it.
- Liam, she's back.
- The phantom shitter?
Oh, come on!
- [Sneakers squeak]
- [Man] Oh!
[Man groans]
[Mia] Okay. Let it go. That's
all right, that's all right.
[Thunder rumbles]
[Mia] Oh, step up, baby girl.
Come do your job.
- Oh!
- [Baby wails]
[P.A.] Can we please get
a cleaner to the waiting room?
[Man groans]
In here!
Yeah, we know!
[Patient groans]
[Patient] Ooh.
So are you the, um
Never mind.
- [Metallic squeaking]
- [Alert beeps]
[Patient whimpers]
[Tense music]
- [Curtis] Hello.
- Hey, Curtis.
This is Phoebe.
35 weeks pregnant. In an MVA.
- Vitals?
- [Paramedic] Stable.
She has a superficial laceration
above the brow.
No pain on palpation
to the cervical spine.
Might also have
a broken clavicle.
[Phoebe] My baby!
- Please, is my baby okay?
- And suspected onset of labour.
Okay, Phoebe, we're just gonna
make you comfortable, all right?
- One, two, three.
- [Phoebe moans]
[Paramedic] One, two, three.
[Phoebe moans]
[Curtis] Thank you very much,
ladies and germs.
[Phoebe breathes shakily]
I'm Curtis. I'm a doctor here.
Has she had any pain relief?
Nitrous.
Ellie, can I get a cannula in?
Theo, I'm gonna do an eFAST, please.
Thank you very much.
Can you tell me
where the pain is?
- [Tearfully] Here.
- [Curtis] Okay.
Now, first things first,
we're gonna make sure
that you're okay, okay?
And if it's just
your collarbone,
then that's not too bad,
all right?
I'm not due. Is my baby okay?
[Ellie] Can I have your hand?
Just make a fist for me.
[Curtis] Do you mind
if I pull this down?
- [Phoebe] Uh-huh.
- Okay. Nice and easy.
Okay, this is like an ultrasound
to check for injuries.
So we're just
looking at your chest.
Okay.
- That seems clear.
- [Phoebe] Oh!
How far apart
are your contractions?
Um, uh, oh, I don't know.
I've got the baby's heartbeat.
It's 135, which is perfect.
Baby's doing just fine.
Oh, thank God.
- [Curtis] That's great. Okay.
- [Phoebe moans]
[Curtis] All right, all right.
We're gonna give you
some pain relief,
and it might slow things down
a little bit with the labour.
Oh, I need Danny!
Ellie, we need to get Phoebe in
for a chest X-ray
and pop her up to Maternity.
And we need to call her partner.
- Yep.
- [Curtis] Thank you.
- [Equipment beeps]
- [Phoebe moans]
So, we're gonna
make you comfortable.
[Keypad beeps]
[Ellie] Hi, Maternity?
I have a patient
that's 35 weeks gestation.
Can I bring her up to you?
[Equipment beeps]
[P.A.] A patient inquiry
coming through
[Jimmy] Okay.
- All right, Shirley.
- [Velcro rips]
Your BP's great,
your chest sounds fine,
and your bloods from
three days ago are great.
I'm not going back.
You're on Zoloft and Wellbutrin?
Oh, toxic chemicals.
[Jimmy] Shirley,
have you been taking those?
[Shirley] I'll throw myself
out the window if you make me.
Shirley, there are no windows.
Oh.
The roof, then.
Just give me a second.
Liam, look, this lady seems
medically fine
So get her out of here.
Think she might
have suicidal ideation.
She tries this every second day,
and I've got 30 others waiting.
Yeah. [Scoffs]
Shirley, how are you feeling?
- Old.
- [Liam] Mm-hm.
But in the absence
of any more imminent
life-threatening conditions,
we have to send you home, okay?
[Thunder rumbles]
[Jimmy] Just wait here.
I'm gonna go fill out
those forms for you.
I won't be long, all right?
Just go.
[Thunder rumbles]
[Indistinct P.A. announcement]
Sorry, mate.
Hi. I'm Dr. Wilson.
[Chuckles]
Big weekend, then, huh?
Hello, Dr. Gorgeous.
[Josh] Whoa!
You are proper gacked.
Solid effort,
considering it's Monday.
All right.
- What is this, huh?
- [Patient murmurs]
- All right.
- Ah
Get this off.
[Thunder rumbles]
[Chuckles]
You can definitely
make me feel better.
[Josh chuckles awkwardly]
[Patient] Does that feel good?
[Chuckles]
- [Josh] Hm.
- Mm! [Chuckles]
- [Laughs]
- [Josh chuckles awkwardly]
Sorry, Josh
Uh, no bueno?
No bueno.
[Both laugh]
[Thunder rumbles]
[Thunder booms]
[Gloria] All right,
ready to start.
[Radio announcer]
howling winds and reports
[Gloria] Ali, scalpel, please.
[Ali] Yep. Kush, all good?
wind warning remains
in place for coastal
[Kush] Yep. Good to go.
[Gloria] And opening up.
Kush, no more news.
- [Gloria] Music, please.
- [Kush] You got it, boss.
Hey, Mick. I'm Jimmy.
Now that we've got your X-rays,
Dr. Parker asked me
to take a look at you.
[Mick] Okay. Cool.
[Jimmy] Do you mind if I have
a quick listen?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Thanks.
[Thunder rumbles]
[P.A. chimes]
[P.A.] Acute Med is on the line.
112 for Dr. Richardson.
[Jimmy] Cool.
- Let's take a look.
- [Mick] Oh, yeah.
Just, um, corrugated iron
frisbee'd me in the storm.
- [Jimmy] Okay.
- [Mick] Yeah.
[Jimmy] Wow. Definitely did.
Um, mate, are these
Are these staples?
[Mick] Oh, yeah.
Didn't want to get blood
all over the ute,
so I stapled it up.
- You drove yourself here?
- Uh, yeah.
- Yeah, all good.
- [Jimmy] Right.
Hey, bro, you know these, um,
these X-rays,
can Ican I keep 'em?
[Jimmy] Uh, yeah. I mean, I
don't want 'em, mate. All yours.
It's just my, uh
my daughter, Tilly,
you know, she likes playing
hospital and doctors and
Oh, that's nice. Maybe that'll
make up for the towel.
[Jimmy laughs]
- No, it's mine.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
[Both laugh]
[Jimmy] Ah, I won't judge.
Cool. I'm just gonna
clean that wound for you.
[Mick] Yeah, cool, man.
[Jimmy] Get those staples out.
- [Curtis] Doctor.
- [Jimmy] Doctor.
Mick, sorry to keep you waiting, mate.
[Mick] All good.
Right, it's a little bit close
to the femoral artery
than we'd like,
but luckily there seems to be
no damage, no fragments.
Nice work with that stationery,
by the way.
[Laughs]
[Curtis] What's your
recommendation, Doctor?
[Jimmy] Staples out, sew him up.
Tetanus, antibiotics, discharge.
Would you excuse us a second?
- Uh, yeah, yeah.
- Excuse me. [Clears throat]
- [Thunder rumbles]
- What's up?
No, no, I'll I'll wait.
And lignocaine.
Or femoral nerve block.
There it is.
- I was always gonna.
- Of course.
[Jimmy clears throat]
- What the fuck was that?
- I didn't do anything.
That enthusiastic
young gentleman
had his hand on your cock.
Did he? [Chuckles]
Oh, my God,
you've still got an erection.
Pays to advertise.
Where do you even buy
slutty scrubs from?
I don't know
what planet you trained on,
but in this hospital, fucking
the patients is frowned upon.
Only if they're not into it.
[Laughs]
[Lisa laughs]
- [Josh] Hello.
- [Lisa] Hello.
All good?
- Yeah.
- Yep.
- So
- Sorry.
[Pneumatic tube thuds
and hisses]
So you held the wound together
and just, what,
punched the staples in?
[Laughs]
Well, adrenaline, I guess.
Didn't have, uh, time
to feel the pain, eh?
Sweet as. You're done, mate.
[Thunder rumbles]
Right, you call someone
to come get you?
Oh, no, no, all good.
I got the ute.
You had an anaesthetic in your
leg. You definitely can't drive.
[Mick] Nah, it's all good.
You don't know my wife,
all right?
- Ginny would kill me.
- I'm serious.
- No
- It's not gonna
It's all good.
- Oh, my God.
- Yep.
Okay. So it's still
a bit dead, eh? [Laughs]
Yeah. Um, call her, all right?
I'll get someone to
come give you some crutches
so you can stay off the leg
for a day or two.
- Yeah.
- All right?
[Mick] All right.
- Just wait here.
- Yeah, sweet.
- [Indistinct P.A. announcement]
- Ooch.
Excuse me. Hey, can I get
crutches to bed 5, thanks?
[Sighs, sniffs]
[Thunder rumbles]
Uh, have you seen Shirley?
- Who?
- Uh, the lady that was here.
Died?
[Troubling music]
Liam, seen Shirley?
- She left.
- Her bag's still here.
[Troubling music continues]
Hey, Ellie, have you seen her?
[Panel beeps]
I don't know where
the porters are today.
It's busy.
[Chuckles nervously]
This wasn't in the mummy blogs.
How to give birth with a broken
collarbone to a premature baby.
Oh, right.
Actually,
37 weeks is considered time,
so 35 weeks isn't too premature.
Oh. That's good.
[Rumbling]
Ah!
- [Phoebe screams]
- [Ellie exclaims]
[Phoebe breathes heavily]
- Why are we moving?
- [Ellie] Maybe the power's cut?
[Phoebe speaks sarcastically]
Oh, do you think?
[Intense music]
- [Thunder booms]
- [Lights click]
[People exclaim]
- [Uneasy music]
- [Thunder rumbles]
[Water trickles]
- [Button clicks]
- [Generator whirrs]
Oh! Oh, there we go!
[Phoebe moans]
It's okay, Phoebe. It's okay.
- [Phoebe moans and cries out]
- [Exhales]
[Equipment beeps]
[Whistle blows weakly]
[Thunder rumbles]
[Phoebe moans and cries]
[Indistinct P.A. announcement]
It's okay, Phoebe.
We're going back down.
[Suspenseful music]
[Thunder rumbles]
Excuse me!
[Suspenseful music stops]
You can't be up here.
[Thunder rumbles]
[Shirley] Least it'll be quick.
[Sighs]
Shirley, you need to come back.
I'm not going back.
It's a zombified hellscape
full of depressed, dying people.
Look, can we just
get out of the rain?
- We can talk about this inside.
- No.
Please, Shirley.
I could really do without
losing a patient today.
Suicide would really
ruin your day, eh?
Not just mine.
Come back inside, Shirley.
Please.
Please.
I'll find you a bed.
With a view?
- [Mechanical rattling]
- [Uneasy music]
Oh, shit.
Dr. Wall, any space
on the ward for Shirley?
Well, don't ask me. Ask the NUM.
[Singsongs]
I think she likes you.
Gloria?
[Gloria] Uh-huh.
We're getting diversions
from Northern Beaches Private.
Oh, great. No lunch, then?
Multiple patients. Trees
are down on the Falls Road.
Ambos can't get through, and the
Parkway is cut off by flooding.
The MVA is our problem.
- Oh, bad news.
- Yeah, we already know.
Not that.
All the lifts are down.
[Omar] Not just the lifts.
Radiology's offline.
- Power's out everywhere.
- [Curtis] Oh, man.
[Omar] The basement flooded
and tripped
the safety circuit breaker.
If I can pump out the water,
I can get the power back online.
Why are we standing around here?
The secondary generator
powers the pump.
We've only got an hour's worth
of diesel left,
and we need that
for the backup pump.
- What about the reserve supply?
- [Omar] It hasn't come.
Oh, come on, Omar.
This is unforgivable.
This isn't happening.
Don't look at me. Budget cuts.
We can talk about that later.
Well, can we turn around
the diversions?
- No.
- [Curtis] I've got something.
Give me half an hour.
[Gloria] Curtis?
Jimmy, come with me, mate.
We're going cross-country.
See you, Shirley.
[Tense music]
[Thunder rumbles]
[Thunder crashes]
[Tense music continues]
[Thunder crashes]
[Jimmy shouts]
Curtis, what's going on?
Sometimes the proper practice
of medicine
requires an assessment
of the broader terrain.
[Angle grinder whines]
Where'd you get
Where'd you get that from?
I pinched it from the ortho.
[Jimmy] Great.
So we're breaking in.
[Phoebe groans]
It's okay, Phoebe.
I'm just going to check this.
[Phoebe groans]
Okay, that's all good.
[Phoebe continues groaning]
[Curtain slides]
[Groans]
Look at you,
hogging the limelight.
[Phoebe sobs]
[Danny] You okay?
What do you need, darling?
- I'll get you anything.
- [Phoebe groans]
Hospital with working lifts.
[Phoebe cries out]
Phoebe? Hi. I'm Gita.
I'm a midwife, okay?
Midwife? We need paediatrics
and an obstetrician.
She's 35 weeks
and has a clavicle fracture.
Obs is in an emergency caesar.
It's twins.
Paeds will be here
as soon as they can.
You've done this before?
Okay.
Now's your big chance.
- [Phoebe sobs]
- [Gita] Okay.
Okay, honey, we're just
gonna go in now, okay?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- [Gita] Here we go.
[Phoebe groans and sobs]
[Phoebe] Oh!
She's fully at plus-two.
It's happening.
[Phoebe whispers] Ellie.
Ellie, Ellie, Ellie!
I can't do it, I can't do it.
I don't want
I don't want to do it.
I'm here. I'm here.
It's okay. It's okay.
Okay. Yeah.
[Phoebe groans]
[Phoebe groans and wails]
[Door rattles]
The surf buggies run on diesel.
There's diesel in here.
[Thunder rumbles]
[Jimmy] Why can't we just go
to the servo?
The Parkway's flooded.
Nearest one's on the other side.
Surely there's someone
who's not a doctor
who could be doing this
right now.
I wouldn't want
to get Omar fired.
I don't want to get fired.
Hey, no one's getting fired.
Just give us a hand.
They're all empty.
We're going to fill them up.
How long's this gonna take?
Oh, this one's almost done.
[Gloria] Yeah, tape done.
[Nicola] Dr. Wall,
Dr. Chun's here.
[Gloria] 35-year-old female
impaled by a rebar
that went through
the windscreen.
Um, how many more have we got
coming from the MVA, Nic?
[Nicola] Three more,
also critical.
What did the scan show?
The CT's down
since the power cut.
- So we're going in blind?
- Yes.
We're going to improvise,
Dr. Chun.
Um, can someone get, uh, Omar
to give us an update?
- How long have we got power?
- Yeah, yeah, I'll check.
[Gloria] Okay, we're gonna
have to get a move-on, team.
[Dr. Chun] Antibiotics going in.
[Phoebe groans loudly]
- [Phoebe breathes deeply]
- [Gita] Okay, okay.
You're doing
really well, Phoebe.
That's it, Phoebe.
Just breathe, okay?
You can do this.
You can do this.
- [Groans and cries]
- You got this. You got this!
That's it, that's it, Phoebe.
[Phoebe screams]
She's coming. She's coming!
That's it. You're doing so well.
She's coming! She's coming!
Oh. Oh.
[Gasps]
Oh. Ohhh.
- Ohhh.
- [Danny] Is the baby all right?
[Gita] I'm just gonna
give her a quick check.
[Breathes deeply]
- [Baby cries]
- [Tender music]
[Baby cries]
[Ellie] She's got lungs!
[Laughs]
[Baby cries]
Oh, there you go.
Oh, it's okay, sweetie.
[Baby cries]
Oh, you are. [Laughs]
[Rain pours]
- Agh! I'll get this one.
- Cool.
[Groans weakly]
Jimmy!
Hey, hey, hey, Jimmy.
You all right?
Jimmy?
You all right?
- Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine.
- You sure?
Yeah. Come on.
[Curtis groans]
[Curtis groans]
[Exhales]
Okay, we got
we've gotta get moving.
[Tense music]
[Jimmy] I'll open this up.
[Engine starts]
- [Engine revs]
- [Objects clatter]
Try going forward, huh?
You know what you're doing?
No, not really.
Do you?
Nuh.
Perfect.
[Ellie] Just one more big push
for me.
[Phoebe groans]
That's it.
- Okay.
- [Baby gurgles]
So well done, Phoebe.
Phoebe?
[Dramatic music]
[Phoebe groans]
[Ellie] Is that all of it?
- Is there a lobe missing?
- Mm-hm.
Is something wrong?
There's a lobe missing.
- Ah, this is gonna hurt, Phoebe.
- [Danny] What's happening?
I just need to make sure that
we've got all the placenta out.
[Phoebe groans]
[Squelching]
Obstetrician -
can we page Dr. Wall?
I just tried.
They're all in surgery.
Anyone.
[Phoebe groans]
[Squelching]
Lower the bed.
- Okay.
- What?
[Gita] We we may have
a problem.
It's okay. It's okay.
- [Bed whirrs]
- [Gita] Trust me on this one.
[Heart monitor beeps]
[Abdomen squelches]
We need another cannula,
saline, bloods. More oxytocin.
She's lost a lot of blood.
Still bleeding.
We need to activate the MTP.
[Dramatic music]
[Keypad beeps]
Blood bank?
Yeah, this is Mia from ED.
I need to activate an MTP
for the patient in resus.
Yeah, she's hosing.
Blood type is unknown.
Type and screen is still
pending. Just PRBC four units.
[Nicola] Ellie, I'm here.
We need a general to
prep for surgery now.
The placenta's not all out.
She's haemorrhaging.
- Where's Dr. Wall?
- I'll get her.
[Sighs]
Come on, Phoebe.
Come on. Come on.
[Rain pours]
Nicola, how long have we got?
They reckon about 20 minutes
of power left.
- [Thunder crashes]
- Oh, God!
Yeah, if this place
is still standing.
[Tense music]
[Heart monitor beeps]
[Gloria] Who caught this?
[Kush] Baby doc.
[Ellie] MTP activated.
Placenta's not all out.
Blood loss estimated 1.5 litres.
How much have you given her?
[Ellie] She's had, uh, two
units. Third's still running.
- Anaesthetised?
- Yep.
- [Gloria] Stay.
- How long do we have?
- Power?
- [Kush] Yeah.
[Groans] Not long.
[Phone rings]
[Ellie] Uh, she's hypotensive.
Okay, get more Aramine, please.
[Phone receiver clacks]
Dr. Chun needs you back
with the MVA victim.
Another haemorrhage.
[Gloria] I can't be in
two places at once, can I?
[Grunts]
[Squelching]
And
[Squelching]
[Grunts] Got it.
Right,
take the tissue to pathology.
[Dramatic music]
What's wrong?
Um
[Mechanical whirring slows]
[Curtis] Argh!
Oh, my nuts and bolts.
Omar, we have fuel.
Why don't we get it over there?
- You got the lines?
- Yeah, you can pass it over.
- I'll go load the other one.
- Yeah, all right.
[Ellie] Dr. Wall, what is it?
[Gloria] The uterus is boggy.
We've given her
the usual uterotonic.
Carboprost. Now, please.
Come on.
Come on, contract.
Come on. Come on.
[Steady beeping]
[Gloria] There we go.
Muscles firming up.
BP?
Stabilising.
And bleeding has slowed.
[Ellie] It's working.
[Lights click]
Oh, thank God.
[Gloria] Um, Jet.
Can you tell Dr. Chun
I just, um I need a minute.
[Exhales]
[Gloria] Good work, team.
Well done.
[Ellie] That was unbelievable!
You saved that woman's life,
baby doc.
Don't call me that.
Actually, you know what?
I don't even care. I feel like
I'm having a heart attack. Wait.
Oh, my God. Am I
Am I having a heart attack?
No.
[Door opens]
[Exhales]
[Door thuds]
So what is it? Epilepsy?
Nope. [Clears throat]
Hypertension? Cardiomyopathy?
Hyperglycemia?
It's nothing, all right?
It just happens sometimes
when I'm stressed.
Well, might I suggest that we
[Pager beeps]
[Phone receiver clatters]
Two escapees in one day.
You'll get a reputation.
I told him he couldn't drive.
I
[Man] Ah, excuse me!
Help!
A man's collapsed in the toilet
and he's not breathing.
[Jimmy] Excuse me.
[Phone ringtone plays]
[Footsteps approach]
- [Door thuds]
- He's here.
[Jimmy] Mick?
He's cyanotic.
Someone get a defib.
- [Curtis] Trish, please?
- [Trish] Ah, yep.
How long's that defib?
[Trish] Right, defib's here.
Yep.
[Poignant music]
He was fine.
He was supposed to go home.
No discharge on his file.
I hadn't got to it yet,
'cause of the diesel.
All right? But he was fine.
He was supposed to go home.
Was there any reason
not to discharge?
No.
Right, well
you're gonna have
to tell the family.
[Pager beeps]
[Gloria] Sorry, I've gotta go.
[Poignant music continues]
[Jimmy knocks]
Hey. Um, I'm Jimmy.
I'm a doctor.
- Hi, Jimmy.
- Hey.
Where's Mick?
Um
Look, he, um
What's going on?
Yeah, look, um
Where's Mick?
Mick, he
I'm really sorry,
but we've got some bad news.
Mick had some complications
with his heart
and we tried
our very, very best,
but he's died.
No.
No!
- No!
- I'm so sorry.
[Ginny sobs]
[Gasps]
[Ginny sobs]
- What happened?
- His patient carked it.
[Ginny sobs]
[Door clicks]
[Ava] Whoa! What a day!
I could sleep for a week.
[Josh] Goddamn.
I need a
I need a drink and a wank.
- You can come in my car.
- What?
I've got wine in my car.
- Oh, my God.
- [Josh laughs]
[Door closes]
- [Yosef] Big day, huh?
- [Lisa] Oh, yeah.
- Did you guys meet Mia?
- Nah.
[Josh] Yeah, I think
we can all agree that Curtis,
he can low-key get it,
though, you know?
[Lisa] "He can low-key get it"?
Is Josh, um
[Whispers] ..gay?
I really don't care.
[Ellie] You know, it was
my first day back at a hospital
in six months
after I killed a patient.
What'd you say?
I killed a patient.
I wasn't gonna come back.
I didn't think I could do it.
But I saved
someone's life today.
[Lisa] Oh, Ellie.
Okay, let's go home.
[Josh] Yeah.
[Josh] Yeah, so obviously
I got his number.
Hey, what do you have
in the car?
- [Lisa] Chardonnay.
- Chardonnay? Is that the grape?
[Lisa] I don't know!
It's chardonnay!
Um, it'll be, uh, SAC 1.
It has to go up the chain.
All we can do
is wait for the autopsy.
There's no red flags
on the treatment record.
Possibly a pulmonary embolism,
genetic heart condition.
Likely GDA.
What?
"Gonna die anyway."
That's not funny.
Well, it's not supposed
to be funny.
[Sniffs]
[Tense music builds]
Hey! Jimmy?
Jimmy!
Hey, hey, hey, look at me.
Well
Hey
- Yes?
- [Laughs]
Stop. No. We said we'd
Come on, we said last night
we weren't gonna do this.
[Jimmy] Mm-hm.
[Gloria moans]
[Percussive music]
[Percussive music continues]