HUGH: I am a great surgeon.
Just ask the 1,017 people walking around out there because of me.
Champagne, champagne, champagne!
Oh, shit. Shit, shit, shit.
Help here!
You will be placed on the Impaired Registrants List.
You are banned from surgical practice.
We'd like you to serve your year of atonement
as a general practitioner in the town of Whyhope.
So generous of you to use your sabbatical
to help our local community.
Yeah, I guess it is kind of big of me.
Can I Instagram you for your arrival?
You are on the Impaired Registrant List.
No-one, of course, knows that except for me and the Board.
You have really lovely eyes.
All the better to see through your bullshit.
Can't you go somewhere else?
Worried you're going to fall for me again?
There's absolutely nothing there. You're my ex.
You are a dad, you know. What?
Ajax. He's yours. Ajax is my son?
(GROANS) Charlie? Charlie!
You have an early pregnancy but the embryo is stuck
in one of your fallopian tubes and its ruptured.
We're going to have to operate.
Charlie, I'm so pleased for you. A baby!
It's a burst fallopian tube.
You've got to prepare the pan before the perfect pancake.
Been googling it. Women die from this shit.
Well, not today.
You chose the right brother. You and Matt will make great parents.
And you'll make the classic reprobate uncle.
I'll do my best.
Nice work back there.
I won't tell anyone you're a natural.
You lied to me.
I prefer 'gentle embellishment'.
(SCOFFS) I'm a surgeon, not a midwife.
It's what country doctors do. That's what you are now.
Can we please get back to civilisation?
(CATTLE BRAY)
Can I interest you in a beer?
Sure. Why not?
(MOCKING TONE) Ooh, look at that. A $6,000 watch.
Did you steal that?
What? It's mine.
Giving it to Ajax for his birthday.
Have you met your brother? He's going to love it.
He's a bush boy, not a pimp.
And what would you give an armed religious psychopath, then?
Not that.
Right. Helpful.
(SIREN WAILS) Is that...?
Uh... no. Yes, it is.
All you hear is the call of a smooth, golden ale.
We'd better follow them.
Malty aroma, fruity hops. It will end up with us anyway.
Hey. Jill. Oh, Penny.
His name is Gary Hardy. He's taken a big hit from that guy.
I've got a faint pulse. Keep his neck still.
Gary, can you hear me, mate?
Gary?
He's suffered a major head trauma here.
We need to get him to Sydney tonight.
We need to assess at the hospital before I can authorise an airlift.
No, that might be too late. He's unresponsive.
(SIGHS)
(MONITORS BEEP)
Checking vitals. They're stable. The plane?
On standby, but it doesn't look good to me, Hugh.
Well, I'm an optimist. You should be a realist.
I suspect severe intracranial bleeding.
The radiologist just called. The CT results are ready.
Thanks, Aoife. Fingers crossed for our FIFO.
Don't do anything until I get back.
WOMAN: Surgery. How can I help you? Dr Nicholas, please. Surgeon.
Your name? Dr Knight. Please hold.
You're going to have to give me something, brother. Step it up.
A blink, a swallow.
WOMAN 2: Rita speaking. Don't hang up. It's Hugh... Knight.
What do you want?
What would it take for you to accept a critical head trauma?
Are you kidding me? Rita, please.
Of course I'd help a critical patient,
but I'm not on acute trauma call anymore.
Look, I'm sorry I didn't call you after that night where we...
(HANG-UP TONE) Fuck it.
Who was that? No-one. Better not be.
That it? Subarachnoid haemorrhage, grade 5.
See the cloud on has brain? (EXHALES) I see it.
It is a catastrophic brain injury.
He's dead. We have to redo the clinical tests, but yes.
Sorry, buddy. Better check on the other idiots.
♪ I'm going up the country Babe, don't you wanna go?
♪ I'm going someplace where I've never been before
♪ I'll leave this city, I've got to get away
♪ I'm gonna leave this city
♪ I've got to get away
♪ All this fussin' and fightin' Man, you know I sure can't stay. ♪
Chops for my lamb chop.
(LAUGHS) That's naff.
You're being creepy.
Do you want to talk?
Oh, Chazza.
You know, I'm not hungry. I think I'm going to go for a walk.
Where? I don't know.
No, no, no. Stay, rest. I'll run you a bath.
I'm not allowed to have a bath, remember?
Let's just get on with things, OK?
Jim? Yeah, I'm listening.
Right. Well, Matt and Charlie found out they were pregnant
the same day they lost their child.
That is a terrible thing to go through.
I can't even imagine.
This family may not function in perfect synchronicity,
but when something like this happens we do it very well.
What they need right now is space, Meryl.
What they need right now is help. Absolutely.
We have to show them they're not alone.
Put your thinking caps on, everyone.
(MONITORS BEEP) Hey. Sorry.
Is he really dead?
I can show you the cloud. What?
Yeah, he's really dead.
There you go, Ross.
So... what was going on?
Well, it was just a dumb fight.
Guess I started it and then it got bigger.
He wasn't even in it, but that guy, that other FIFO,
he just pounded him from nowhere.
Yeah, well, the cops got him.
Sorry, eh?
Do you realise the guy who started the fight
is a friend of peace-and-love Betty?
She is a very non-judgemental person.
Organ donation is approved.
Transplant team en route in the morning.
OK, great. Want that beer?
(MESSAGE TONE)
We can discuss why you went behind my back
and rang some city neurosurgeon.
Ah. You heard that.
What big ears I have.
Look, the longer you're stuck here, the more likely it is you'll die.
We should make that the hospital motto, put it above the door.
We do a great breach birth, but neurosurgery we don't do.
You have no idea what is possible in the city now.
Well, gee-whiz. Let me pull the hay from my teeth so you can tell me.
City or country, he would have died.
Maybe.
So, shall we go and have that beer so you can continue to patronise me?
Why is it patronising when I'm telling you the truth?
(MESSAGE TONE) Someone wants you.
(LOUD ELECTRONIC MUSIC THUMPS)
Whoa, whoa, just... slow down!
It's been a really big day.
Oh, come on! Don't you ever have sex in a bed?
Uh, that's for ordinary people. And couples.
So how come you and Penny were at the pub earlier?
We didn't actually make it inside the pub.
Whose idea was it?
This is sounding a lot like a couples' conversation.
(DOOR OPENS)
Oh, sorry. Aoife, have you seen the rolling pin? I'm making mojitos.
Bottom drawer. And, Simone, this is Hugh.
Hugh looks like my pa.
Your dad? My grandad. You two want cocktails?
Uh, maybe just coffee. Intravenously. (CHUCKLES)
Come on, pops. What you need is an espresso martini.
(SIGHS)
Jiwani. Shit!
Come on, hurry up. Let's go.
(UNDER BREATH) Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!
They must be the transplant team. No shit.
Drive.
What are you doing? Come on, take the wheel.
Whoa, Hugh! What the...?
(ENGINE STARTS) Just go!
OK!
Aoife, what are you doing? Go! Go!
You're stressing me out! Why are we running?
(SIGHS) OK, good, we've lost them. Just take me home.
Who is 'them'? No-one you need to worry about. Next left.
Left.
Left! Aoife! You've already made me late for work.
Aw! You don't understand!
Why you're being such a monumental knobhead? No, I don't!
Turn around! I can't go to the clinic.
Aoif... (SIGHS EXASPERATEDLY)
Shit, shit, shit.
Go back. Reverse. The other way.
Shit.
Alright, I lied.
I'm not some altruistic surgeon on regional sabbatical.
I was struck off for being far too much fun,
and a sadistic Board member thought that sending me
back to my hometown might be suitably humiliating punishment.
I knew something wasn't adding up with you.
That man is a cardiac surgeon and my ex-colleague. He can't see me.
Well, why not? 'Cause he's a smug little prick.
Oh, I get it! No, you don't get it.
You need to get me out of here.
Fine. But you owe me.
Oh, are you kidding me?
Keep low, OK? You can escape round there.
Hey, Doc.
Gus.
Here for my tests. Sorry it took me so long to come in.
Ssst.
Delighted to have you and your specialist
perform the organ retrieval, Dr Jiwani.
Penny.
How was your flight from Sydney?
Turbulent. So where can we scrub in?
This way. Great.
Can you come back tomorrow, mate?
No, heading down south. Never mind. Sorry to bother you, eh?
Gus, wait.
(SIGHS) I'll need a specimen from you first. Come in.
Stop!
In the name of fun! No work for you today, Missy.
I've got library duty now.
HAD library duty. I pulled a favour with the principal.
Her husband Roy is on the council. Why would you do that?
I wanted to. I asked her to.
You need to heal your aching womb, Charlie.
Oh, no! My womb is tippity-top, A-OK, really!
Hugh, your patients.
Hey, shut the door and don't yell my name.
You treated my friend Ross last night.
Oh. Idiot. Sprained wrist.
He's a nice guy. He just drinks more than humans should.
He seems scattered and he feels bad.
Yes, well, so he should. Listen, is Floyd still out there?
Yeah, he's waiting on a lift to school.
Can you send him in?
Uh, Floyd, Hugh wants to see... Shh-shh-shh!
This is a hospital.
I'll just tell your patients to keep waiting then, shall I?
Mm-hm.
What's up?
How are you with espionage?
The recipient hospitals are all on standby. Good, good.
I'll just check the theatre nurse is scrub-prepped.
Hey, there's... Shut up, shut up, shut up!
Ow! That hurt. Right.
Here is the plan, Floyd.
Your mum is out there with a bunch of city leeches
that I don't want to see, so I'm going to give you this...
..if you go out there and when they go into the OR,
you come and tell me.
You got it? Sweet.
What are you going to tell me? When they go into the OR.
Good lad.
♪ Gold, gold! Always believe in your soul... ♪
Oh, it's lovely! You look like...
A small intestine?
..Princess Grace. It is very glamorous.
So, how's the birthday boy? Um...
I'm thinking of giving Ajax something money can't buy.
What?
Ooh! That?
Be careful. You know where that leads.
Oh, my goodness, no! We're not married yet.
I'm talking about a scarf made by the girls in my prayer group.
Sorry. I understand. Not thinking clearly.
All paid.
I nearly forgot, this is a feelings journal, Charlie.
I think it helps to write everything down
and get it out of your system, just so you and Matt can try again.
Gosh, thanks, Meryl. And if there's a bright side P
I always believe there is a bright side P
you get to keep those fabulous breasts a little longer!
Mine were ruined breastfeeding the boys. Jim will tell you.
Now, it's a cheat day. Who's for a hot chocolate?
Me!
Psst, Floyd! Hey.
Hey. What happened?
Oh. They're gone.
Into the OR? Yep.
You sure? Yep.
Hey, Hugh? Yeah?
What's an OR?
Knighty!
Jiwani! You're doing a retrieval?
You know it. I got the urge...
To surge!
Mate, do you...? You work you here?
What, are you drunk? Rather stick a rusty scalpel up my arse.
You're telling me. (LAUGHS)
My whole life is travelling around to these depressing hospitals.
Right. Folks are from Whyhope. Just picking up Mum's results.
She's demented.
So, they're not ready, then?
I'll drop back in.
So, why did you leave in such a rush, huh?
Still snorting Bondi up your nostrils?
Ha, funny! Actually been doing some research,
artificial heart in a pig - groundbreaking stuff.
Oi, Doc! Catch.
How's that? I wasn't sure if you wanted piss or jerk juice,
so I just did both.
Security.
Country folk. Easily confused.
Are you going to examine me?
Maybe your frontal lobe, mate. I'm not your doctor.
Well, I... (LAUGHS)
You do work here! I knew it!
This is brilliant! This is gold!
I'm sorry, Gus. I'll take your samples.
Well, maybe just one.
And Dr Knight will be in with you in a minute.
Oh, alright. I admit it. I help out here at Hillbilly Hospital.
It is called giving back.
We're ready for you, Dan. I see you've met our Sydney import.
I thought you two might enjoy a chat.
Oh, I can honestly say I have never enjoyed one more.
As I said, happy to help out.
Penny was unclear on transplant protocol, so expertise lent.
(LAUGHS) Knighty, Knighty.
You were always destined for a giant tumble.
Yes, well, at least I got high enough to fall...
(UNDER BREATH) ..arsehole.
There you are, Mrs Lim. Good as new. No more skin tags.
Betty will show you out.
Bye-bye, now. Thank you, bye.
(SIGHS)
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
Hi. Hey.
Interesting hair.
Can I hide in here?
Makes two of us.
So, you look...
I got Merylled. Oh. Oh. What sort?
Well-meaning, empathetic Meryl.
The worst kind. Ugh!
(BOTH LAUGH) Ahh.
She's not out there, is she? No, I think I lost her.
Good move.
Oh, do you need me to... to check you out?
Have you got abdominal pain or...?
A little, but it's not too bad. It's fine.
Sss...
I've got to go. I've got lesson plans to...
Yeah, of course.
Oh, um, no... swimming in the dam for a while.
OK.
(PHONE RINGS)
Dad.
Now?
JIM: Sun's a bit high still
Yeah. No nibbles. (CLEARS THROAT)
(COUGHS)
Do you remember Winky?
Yeah, our Holstein cow. A bit.
You know, one night I found her in trouble.
Meryl was holding the torch
and I was attaching those calf-pulling chains.
Never gets tired, seeing them take those first shaky steps.
Unfortunately, it came out, you know...
..dead.
But she went on to have more calves?
No. Died of liver disease three months later.
You want a sandwich?
Often wonder if I might have yanked those chains a bit hard.
These scrapings will tell us what type of fungal infection you have.
(LAUGHS) Did you just breach patient confidentiality?
I didn't get your face in.
Here. (LAUGHS)
Haven't you got a heart to transport? Bugger off.
Dude, you should have seen me extract that beautiful baby.
Don't you miss it? I dedicated my first cut to you.
(LAUGHS MOCKINGLY)
Any more patients, Betty?
This man deserves neither our respect nor our friendship.
I heard what you said. We all did.
Oh, come on! You are not holding me to all that, are you?
Pride is an ugly companion, Hugh.
It was a joke!
Dan and I were just mucking around. City humour, you know?
Huh!
Betty.
It's still me.
That's the problem, though, isn't it?
(EXHALES) So I am dead to Ken and Betty.
And Dan Jiwani is going to Instagram the hell out of this.
Medical scandal of the year.
Mighty Knighty doing general in Whyhope.
#non-sabbatical
#sprung
Yeah, they're all down there laughing at you,
stuck in this backwater hellhole.
A pathetic, sad-arsed little country GP...
..like me.
♪ Ice queen (Ice queen)
♪ You're so cold inside
♪ Yeah, baby, you're the ice quee... ♪
Do they know we're coming?
They don't have a phone.
Hm. Savages.
(FLIES BUZZ)
(GUN COCKS)
Jesus!
This is not on my 'top 10 ways to go out' list.
You're trespassing. Put your hands up.
Talk!
Well, I love what you're doing here.
You are obviously a real conservationist,
the feral pigs being such a problem in the area.
The damage they do to agriculture and wildlife...
Shut the fuck up. (COUGHS)
Hugh, that's blood. All I'm saying is...
Stop talking so we don't get our heads blown off.
I know what I'm doing. Suddenly you're an expert?
What are you saying?
All I'm saying, mate, is that it would be a travesty
if the pigs started breeding like crazy
because the number one-pig culler was out with Q fever for months.
Perhaps I can explain better. We run a comprehensive vaccination program.
Our prevention measures have reduced disease rates
in the region by a third.
Why is the ATO doing it? The ATO?
We're doctors.
You're not from the Tax Office?
You better not be shitting me.
I'm just a normal bloke trying to help.
Go the red and the black, eh?
Brought home the shield two years in a row.
Yeah, they did. Whoo! Tigers!
BOTH: Lions.
Same cat species.
Yeah, alright. Follow me.
What the fuck is Q fever anyway?
It won't hurt, little guy.
No. You want get him. He's stubborn.
Hey, little buddy. Yeah?
There's going to be blood. Want to see that?
Yeah. Come here.
Here we go.
Ho-ho! All done.
Done! (GIRL GIGGLES)
What have you got there?
It's a pig snout. Just chop it off and give it to them.
They suck on it for days. It's heaps nutritious.
WOMAN: Dinner!
(GAGS)
Hot chip fondue!
(ALL CHEER) Great!
Oh, chips. I remember this. It is a Whyhopean tradition.
Now, pack it in nice and tight. More. Yeah.
Fill it right up. OK, that's enough.
How am I supposed to...?
Aw, straight in. Straight in. OK.
(OTHERS CHEER)
Cheers! Cheers! She has been christened.
You are now a true Whyhopean.
You are only Whyhopean when it suits you.
(SCOFFS) Oh, my God.
This is delicious!
Two of these a day, hoggin', family.
It's everything you'd ever need right here.
(COUGHS AND SPLUTTERS)
Excuse me. (CONTINUES COUGHING)
I'm going to need to see to that, now. He won't let you, love.
(SIGHS) He won't talk about it. Not even to me.
(COUGHING CONTINUES) Well, you need to change his mind.
Here.
(COUGHS)
WOMAN: (ON APP) Can you help me? Where is the toilet?
Pouvez-vous m'aider?
Ou sont les toilettes?
Pouvez-vous m'aider? Ou sont les toilettes?
I am lost. Je suis perdu.
I am lost.
(VOICE BREAKS) Je suis perdu.
(GOAT BLEATS)
You got kids, Dora?
Ha! Kids.
(GROANS)
Well, that was hairy.
Hmm.
You can tell Dan Jiwani you're living on the edge out here.
Alright, fair call.
The blood in Craig's cough, though, what do you reckon?
Bleeding respiratory tract.
Could be cancer. He'd have to come in.
Alright, I'll get him in.
You're not buying that, are you? Already have. For Ajax.
What happened to the watch?
Well, funnily enough, I changed my mind.
I'm not sure that's appropriate either.
Can't get anything right, can I?
Not today.
So are we friends again?
Barely colleagues.
I'll take it.
I really don't care how you feel about being here, Hugh.
As you know, I expect nothing less than what you did.
Betty and Ken are, however, optimists about human nature
and you crushed them.
Well, don't sugar coat it.
(MESSAGE TONE) Check that, will you?
(SIGHS)
Ken's Instagrammed a photo of me P #fraud
(CHUCKLES) That's funny.
Like it for me, will you?
Ha.
Ross, it's Betty here. I'm just calling again to see if you're OK.
Can you please call me back? OK, bye.
Can you guys help me out? I can't find my stethoscope.
I would...
..but I wouldn't want to contaminate you with my rural inferiority.
Well, I can't be a very good doctor without a stethoscope now, can I?
Is that what you are? It says here you are a fake and a liar.
Someone should have warned that poor girl who OD'd at your party.
Stop tweeting that shit, you psycho! Delete...
It's already been shared 152 times.
Is that photoshopped?
I've got no teeth!
Betty.
I just find the whole thing incredibly sad.
You poor, poor man.
What is it about you that makes you hate yourself so much?
I don't ha...
Uh, thanks for kicking me while I'm down.
What? You told everyone everything?
Well, so?
That was not for public consumption. Now they all hate me.
Well, I don't. Then why would you do that?
You have to tell me everything about your past life.
I want all the ops, details, results.
You must have got to do the best stuff.
I did. And I miss it every day.
Anyway. Got to go and pick up Ajax's present.
Got his birthday dinner tonight.
Alright, I'll catch you later, then.
Come with me.
And eat with your family? They're batshit crazy.
Yeah, you'll fit right in.
How about it?
JIM: Happy birthday. MERYL: Happy birthday!
(LAUGHS HAPPILY) You like it, huh?
Oh, shit, yeah! (LAUGHTER)
(ENGINE RUMBLES) Oh, what is that racket?
The ego has landed.
Ahh.
Happy birthday, Ajax.
Catch.
Well, come on. Come and take a look.
Thanks.
It's awesome! Yeah. Uh...
I don't want it. It's a Ducati.
He said he didn't want it.
(SCOFFS) Sorry.
(LAUGHS INCREDULOUSLY)
Why would you do that? He doesn't ride since his accident.
What accident? When he was 10. Scared the hell out of him.
Well, no-one told me. I did. I rang you twice.
Oh. Really?
I think what you two need to heal is a Pacific cruise.
Hayley, spuds? Cruises aren't really my thing.
Nonsense. I have brochures you can look at.
Great way to lock in a bout of gastro.
Dad, got to use the tip of the knife. You get a much cleaner cut.
I went on a cruise once.
Well, it was more like one of those hens' party boats,
you know with all the lights.
We all stripped off and swam around and we couldn't get back up.
It was hilarious!
Oh, and there was this topless waiter,
only I'm pretty sure he was a gigolo 'cause he was hung like a bull.
I mean, that thing needed its own landing strip.
(GIGGLES)
I was told.
I didn't see it. I think the bride might have.
Pass the gravy?
Hugh, why is Ken saying that you're a fraud on Instagram?
Why is Ken? Is the question, Hayley.
What, they don't know either? Know what? Nothing.
It's nothing to be ashamed of. It's private, Aoife.
We are all here for Ajax.
We're family. Nothing is private.
I'll vouch for that!
(CLEARS THROAT)
OK, fine. It's a small town with smart minds and big mouths
so you're all bound to find out anyway.
I am not here on sabbatical.
I was sent here after an incident with a woman,
who I saved, but she...
I let my social life get in the way of work too much,
got busted and now I'm on probation for a year, here.
Cheers! Happy birthday, Ajax.
Thanks, Hugh.
What happened to giving back? Dear, oh dear.
Well, we are all here for Ajax. Who needs a drink?
Me! I do.
Let's eat. I'll say grace.
I think that we should all say a special
prayer for Charlie and Matt's precious little angel.
I don't want to pray.
Maybe it was supposed to happen, maybe I'm relieved.
I'm not relieved.
That's the wrong word.
But maybe if there was something wrong, maybe it's better.
A week ago, there was a myna bird trapped in the house.
It's a sign of death.
What happened to us just happened.
I reckon it was a boy.
Who knows?
I would have been stoked with a girl, though.
Especially if she looked like her mum.
Though she would have been home-schooled
and not date till she was 30.
I was thinking about eggs. Oh, you're always thinking about eggs.
No, not to eat. You know...
..eggs are a symbol of life, aren't they?
Like spring and fertility and all that.
I don't know. Maybe it was a different sign.
"Give it another shot."
Here.
(SNIFFS)
You've got to have something. Trips, uppers, coke, something!
Sadly, no.
Aside from that hair, which should be illegal...
..you haven't changed. Do people ever?
You won't. Uh, maybe I will.
Oh. Think I've got half a doobie in my jacket downstairs.
Do people still say 'doobie'? Hey, Ajax. Hi.
Doobie?
Sorry I don't want the bike. It's just...
Oh, it was a dumb idea anyway. I do get carried away sometimes.
I could sell it and have the cash.
No, you can't because it's a lease. I was joking.
Well, funny.
You never got me anything before.
Hmm. I still haven't.
You going to have sex now?
Get out.
Mycetoma is an infection of tissue and bone,
which is why you had the hemoptysis.
Blood in your saliva. Oh, right.
But if you take a course of antifungal medication
twice a day, should be fine.
He's not very good at remembering stuff like that, Doc.
Thought as much. Which is why...
..you down two of these a day.
Yeah, but just two. I promised her.
Two cans, two tabs. Now you won't forget. (CHUCKLES)
Officially, I can't condone drinking on medication.
But you just gave me beer.
Well, I gave you a choice.
Whay!
You're coming for dinner every Friday, OK? No arguments.
Ah, Hugh. Penny is looking for you, and here is the new plane roster.
Looks like you will be flying a lot this month.
You're welcome to bring your boyfriend.
Yeah, yeah. I understand.
Alright. Yeah.
Alright. Take care, Ross. Bye.
Who's next? Um... Mrs Hale at 1:00.
And it would be great if you could mask your contempt.
Alright. Truce?
How is your friend Ross?
Oh, not great. He is sort of laying low out of shame.
No-one has lived a perfect life. I told him that.
Anyway, I made an appointment for him to come in.
That hit to the head has given him a headache
and made him sort of slurry.
Hit to the head? I thought he only had a sprained wrist.
Did he seem confused?
Just off somehow. Where is he now?
At work, I guess, which is crazy considering his hand. Show me.
Let's go. What? Let's go.
Ross! He might be round the back.
Ross? Ross?
(GROANS)
Just look to me.
Pupils are fixed and dilated, eyes are down and out.
Betty. OK, Ross.
I think you're having an extradural haemorrhage,
bleeding inside your skull, putting pressure onto your brain.
Oh, he's out. I'm going to call an ambulance.
No time for that.
Oh, hello. Ambulance, please.
Yeah. 16 Runyon Street.
Betty. Betty Bell.
He is unconscious.
Pray to whoever it is you pray to, Betty.
(DRILL WHIZZES)
This is our best shot.
I need to open up his head or he'll die.
You are going to sterilise that drill bit with the oxy torch
and then this. OK.
I've got to find the axial point and you are going to hold his head
while I do it, OK?
Betty. Breathe.
OK. Ready.
Hold his head very still, OK?
I've got to drill down to the dura but no further.
Or...? Or I'll puncture his brain.
You ready?
Perfect.
(COUGHS)
I think I just started breathing again.
Alright, I'll tube it.
(COUGHS)
(BETTY AND PENNY LAUGH SOFTLY)
This is festive.
Yes, well, ever been to a penance party?
That looks familiar.
Too good not to share. (LAUGHS)
Ross is stable, by the way. I saw him. Thanks.
Did you hear? Betty saved Ross's life.
Not really how Betty is telling it.
I gave you the glory because you seem to have
such a deep need for it.
Yes, well, guess I deserve that one.
Ken tweeted that you're not an organ donor.
Who would want them?
Do you remember your first transplant? Absolutely.
God, I was going nuts waiting for the heart to arrive.
Recipient was a 15-year-old girl, dilated cardiomyopathy.
How did it go? It was terrifying, but...
..when I saw the new heart
beat perfectly inside her chest for the first time, well...
..my God.
Gary's organs saved eight people.
Eight? Wow!
What a champ.
Hugh...
..there's two of you.
Well, it's Hugh for the price of one.
I've only got room for Whyhope, Hugh.
Ah.
And if you ever trash talk me and this practice again,
your nuts will need a ventilator.
Fair enough.
Penny is the expert.
Check the technique, people.
What is this culinary delight I have been robbed of?
This is pretty much my national dish.
This is a misuse of hospital grounds!
It is a peace offering, Ken.
Treating us like country bumpkins, mocking us with our own rituals.
That is a peace offering, or another gesture of contempt?
Regardless, I will eat your sandwich,
but know that there is no peace between us.
Ah.
So, after this, if you want...
..we could have sex in a bed.
That's for couples, isn't it?