— Studio

A man in a blazer and turtleneck shirt, with a beard and thick glasses (WH) is with Shaun in the interview area. There is a model ship on the table and a map on a stand behind them.

Shaun: Norman Parker is one of the world’s foremost experts on naval battles of the 18th century. He’s come along here tonight to speak to us about the military strategy of the British fleet under Horatio Nelson at the Battle of Trafalgar. Unfortunately, we’re completely out of time, so we’ve had to bump him. Well, until next week then, remember that a little bit of love goes a long way in this crazy, some would say insane, world of ours. Good night, drive carefully and may God bless you all except for my Year Eight maths teacher Mrs. O’Flynn whom I hold some unresolved hostility towards. Good night!

Shaun leaves the interview area and commandeers a camera, pinpointing a sleeping woman in the audience (RH). He approaches her and hangs a seed bell on a chain around her neck, then waves to the camera.

The following appears after the credits:

Dedicated to

the memory of

Jack “Tiger” Adams

1926-1998

and

Meat Boy

1998-1998

Footage of a gurney entering a hospital from the patient’s point of view plays under credits, with electronic music reminiscent of television medical dramas.

David McGhan
is
Dr Miracle
MD
Written, Directed,
and Paid for by
David McGhan

— Hospital X-ray room

Two people in blue scrubs are studying something.

Lori (RH): I don’t know, Jack, these X-rays make no sense at all. If I didn’t know any better I’d say it was a completely new disease.

Jack (WH): All I know is I’ve got a patient in there who needs help.

Doctor Miracle enters the background of the shot.

Lori: Well, have you tried the lab-

Jack: Oh, of course I’ve tried the lab, there’s nothing. My God, Lori, this little girl is going to die unless – Doctor Miracle?

Doctor Miracle ducks back around the corner and then emerges confidently.

Doctor Miracle (SM): [animatedly] Hello, Jack, how are you today? [awkwardly pats him on the shoulder] [to Lori] My God, what is it?

Jack: What do make of these? [gestures toward the X-rays on the wall]

Doctor Miracle: Let me see. [looks down at some unrelated paper he’s holding] Oh my God, get this woman-

Lori: An unusu-

Doctor Miracle: [breaking character] Sorry.

Lori: An unusual combination of capillaries.

Doctor Miracle: [hesitates] Get this woman to OR, stat!

Jack: What is it, Doctor Miracle?

Doctor Miracle: Don’t argue with me, Jack! Just move! God darn you, move! [puts the back of his hand to his forehead] Ai-ii! Quick! Like the wind! [breaking character] Now we turn ‘cause… Go!

— Hospital corridor

Lori, Jack and Doctor Miracle are walking hurriedly.

Doctor Miracle: Lori, get me an IV and prepare me two c.c.s of manolimenium.

Lori: But we haven’t got time to get it prepped.

Doctor Miracle: We haven’t got time to get it prepped, I’m telling you, insane!? I’ve gotta give her emergency seismolectomy on her body. What room is she in, Jack?

Cutting to Lori reveals Doctor Miracle standing behind her, though the previous shot shows him in front of her.

Lori: 23B.

Doctor Miracle: 23B, right, red light in the OR! What time is it!? 23B! Oh, God, light! [He continues walking down the corridor and away from the room.]

— Hospital room

A girl is in the bed. Lori, Jack and Doctor Miracle are busy around her.

Doctor Miracle: Quick, give me some mebamemomoid. Ah, I hope we’re not too late. [He starts poking the IV bag with a plastic syringe.]

A man in a suit and bowtie (FG) approaches the door.

Jeff (FG): What the hell’s going on here, Miracle?

Doctor Miracle: Keep out of here, Jeff. I’m trying to save this girl’s life. [He starts tapping the bag with two fingers.]

Jeff: That’s an experimental procedure.

Doctor Miracle: Not any more, it isn’t.

Lori: We’re losing her.

Doctor Miracle: My God. [holds the patient’s wrist and looks at his watch] BP’s 20 over Tokyo!

Jeff: As hospital administrator I order you to stop.

Doctor Miracle: [animatedly] Come in here with me. I want to have a word with you. [grabs Jeff and pushes him out of the room]

— Corridor outside room

Doctor Miracle exits the room before Jeff, who follows him.

Doctor Miracle: [calmly] As a doctor of this hospital I say ‘no’. ‘Yes’. ‘No’. [breaks character] Oh, I’m doing it. Sorry. [acting] When — This girl’s thread is hanging by a life. When I became a doctor I took an oath. That oath was Hippocrates[1]! And if I were to break that oath with Hippocrates now, I’d be breaking it. [He swings an ineffectual punch at Jeff.]

Jeff: You’re not God, Miracle.

Doctor Miracle: [breaking character] Sorry, sorry. [He swings the same punch and it connects. Jeff crashes into a gurney.]

— Hospital room

Doctor Miracle swings a punch at the air and enters the room. The heart rate monitor is beeping rapidly.

Jack: Vital signs are fading.

Doctor Miracle: Quick, get me 80 simolians of hygaromany. [waves his torch over the patient’s face]

Jack: BP’s 39 over 9.

Doctor Miracle: Right, stat! Clear! [He holds a syringe near the patient’s arm and pulls out the plunger. He then takes a tongue depressor from his breast pocket, shakes it as if it were a thermometer and studies it. The beeps slow.] [relieved] Normal. [He drops the tongue depressor.]

Lori: Look, she’s coming round.

The patient opens her eyes.

Melinda: I’m completely better.

Doctor Miracle: [to Melinda] Of course you are, Melinda, of course. [screams] Stat! [He puts on his stethoscope and holds the end up to the wall.]

— Locker room

Lori, Jack and Doctor Miracle there.

Lori: Are you guys going out for a drink?

Doctor Miracle: Oh, if I’ve got a job.

Jack: After that job we all deserve one.

Doctor Miracle: [breaking character, to camera] He means a drink. My line should come now.

Jeff enters.

Jeff: Well, Miracle, I guess I owe you an apology. Unorthodox methods or not, you saved that little girl’s life, without which she’d be dead.

Doctor Miracle: I was only doing my job. Moves to him. I hope your nose is good.

Jeff: Don’t come any closer, or I might need a doctor.

Everyone laughs. Doctor Miracle looks at the camera and moves out of shot before it cuts.

[1] Pronounced as the two words ‘hippo’ and ‘crates’.

— Studio

Shaun: Thank you very much. Well, next week sees the premiere of a new TV show on the ABC, The Ace Show. And now we cross live to Perth to meet the host of that show, Meat Boy. [Meat Boy, a creature made out of a large sausage with a smaller sausage for a nose appears on one side of the screen.] [to Meat Boy] Hello, Meat Boy.

Meat Boy (WH): Oh, hello, Shaun.

Shaun: What can the youngsters expect to see on The Ace Show?

Meat Boy (WH): Oh, lots of things, Shaun. We’ll learn how to make things, we’ll sing some songs, I’ll tell a story each week. It’s just going to be fantas- [A dog, which has been seen in the background, approaches Meat Boy and rips off his head.] [screaming] Oh, Shaun! [Meat Boy makes gurgling noises and falls over.]

Shaun: [disturbed] Meat Boy, there … with a critic. Right now, this. [looks offstage and nods]

— Television news studio

A news reader sits at a desk. Behind him, an image captioned “DUCKS ON LAKE” shows some ducks on a lake. It changes to an elevated image of houses with patchy yellow rooves with the caption “URINE”.

Jim Waley (SM):

[reading the news to camera] And finally, a block of frozen urine broke free from a waste storage tank aboard an international airliner today, narrowly missing another aircraft flying ten thousand feet below, before glancing off the side of a 75-storey office tower and being deflected at right angles, and crashing through a ceiling, crushing a male diner in the nearby Good Luck Chinese restaurant. [to the next desk] Over to you, Roz.

Roz:

[to Jim] Thanks, Jim. [to camera] [1]Well, the High Court’s decision to send the fourteen hundred MUA workers back to the wharves has caused Patrick’s a few headaches, but political commentators agree that’s nothing compared with the brain-fizzing migraines the federal court conspiracy trial will cause later this year. We invited Patrick’s boss Chris Corrigan on to the Program to explain the finer points of the dispute, take us through the complex corporate restructuring of his company which occurred in September, and to clarify the intricate legal mire caused by the clash of employment contracts with industrial relations legislation. He couldn’t come, and so instead has sent his brother Milo Corrigan. [to Milo] Mister Corrigan, just take us through the circumstances leading up to the retrenchment, and the machinations within your organisation and its sister companies.

Milo Corrigan (SM):

[2]Oh, I’d be delighted. [clears throat] First tell you about quite amusing… Three guys walk into a bar … a Scotsman with a chicken on his head. He goes to the barman and says [in a Scottish accent]

Roz:

And— [Milo picks up the water jug, is startled by it and screams.] And what about allegations that the federal government conspired with Patrick’s?

Milo Corrigan:

Ah! That’s a lie, a dirty lie,[3] I oughta slap you in the mouth … [whistles nonchalantly] North by Northwest[4] [makes a beat with his mouth] only a film … piece of orange in his mouth like that[5] [makes a noise like a monkey] Stella! Stella! [screams][6] [holds out his cupped hands] There’s a dead magpie! I coulda been someone. I coulda been a contender![7] … in a nutshell. [smiles]

Roz:

[to camera] Well, there you have it, Patrick Stevedores’ part in the wharfies dispute in a nutshell.


[1] Please see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1998_Australian_waterfront_dispute for the background story concerning this interview.

[2] Milo’s speech is quite hard to understand. If you can decipher any more of it, or know a movie reference that is missing here, please leave a comment. The ellipses represent yet-undeciphered sections.

[3] [?] The Pride of the Yankees, 1942

[4] 1959

[5] The Godfather, 1972

[6] A Streetcar Named Desire, 1951

[7] On the Waterfront, 1954, about corruption among union longshoremen.

— Studio

Shaun is drinking from a beer glass and lowers it.

Shaun:

Hi. I like to think of Internet software as a sort of filter for the information racing down the super highway. Or, if you like, a soft shoulder where the vehicles can pull over and ask for directions at the roadhouse or maybe grab a meal or go to the toilet. One of the meals or toilets eaten by these vehicles joins us here today. I speak of course of Tully Blum from Computron Software Solutions. [to Tully] Hello, Tully.

Tully Blum (WH):

Yeah, very well, thank you.

Shaun:

Good. [to camera] Now, I should point out that this is a paid advertisement, not a genuine conversation that I might have with a friend or someone I actually liked or found interesting. [to Tully] Tully, there are a lot of people, and I suspect I’m one of them, who don’t know a lot about computers. Tell us about them.

Tully Blum:

Sure, Shaun. It’s actually, actually very simple. If we think of the computer as a sort of giant filing cabinet, that we store our files in and access them when we want to get them out, [mimes using a filing cabinet] then we’re getting some idea of how it works.

Shaun:

Yes, yes, a little patronising, but I think we know at least that much. Please, go on.

Tully Blum:

[pauses] Oh, I’m sorry, I just, I didn’t know how ignorant you were of something that’s been in common use for fifteen years, that’s all.

Shaun:

So you’re expert in the use of this “filing cabinet”. How can you help people, to continue with your clumsy metaphor, “open and close it”?

Tully Blum:

I think you mean analogy, don’t you. [Shaun looks uncomfortable.] Well, if people like yourself are so inept that they can’t “open or close” a filing cabinet, then yes, we’ll offer our services to them.

Shaun:

Uh, like a common prostitute would.

Tully Blum:

Well, if you’re as desperate and inadequate that you need a prostitute, then yes. [Shaun looks embarrassed.] We’re here to offer a computer to suit everyone, from the standard performer right up to the new generation G3s.

Shaun:

Ah yes, yes, of course, the G3s. [He gingerly pats a model sitting on the table.]

Tully Blum:

Do you own a computer, Shaun?

Shaun:

Yes, yes, I do.

Tully Blum:

And how much RAM has it got?

Shaun:

Sixteen thousand?

Tully Blum:

“Sixteen thousand”?

Shaun:

S-six. Six hundred! Sixteen!

Tully Blum:

That’s more like it.

Shaun:

Yeah.

Tully Blum:

What about megs?

Shaun:

Oh well, she’ll come over and borrow mine, if she’s at a loose end.

Tully Blum:

You’ve got no idea what you’re talking about.

Shaun:

Yes, I do, yeah, I know: computers.

Tully Blum:

Hard disc? Floppy disc?

Shaun:

Ah, sort of in between. A sort of malleable but firm . . . one.

Tully Blum:

[gently] What’s your computer called, Shaun?

Shaun:

It’s a Casio.

Tully Blum:

It’s a calculator.

Shaun:

Yeah, well, it has other functions as well, it serves my –

Tully Blum:

[interrupting] You can write ‘Shell Oil’ on it?

Shaun:

[indignant] Yes, as a matter of fact, I can!

Tully Blum:

Face it, Shaun. You are computer illiterate, and you don’t have the maturity to face it or deal with it. [He sits back in his chair.]

Shaun:

[in a high-pitched, whining voice] Yeah, well, at least I haven’t got a big dumb nose and curly hair that’s … light! [in a normal voice, to camera] Computron Software Solutions: their friendly staff are willing to help you with all your computer queries. [mutters] Yeah, sure they are. [resuming] I use them all the time.

Tully Blum:

[mutters] Oh, bullshit, you lying prick.

Shaun:

Computron: the best filing cabinet prostitutes in the business.

They both sit back in their chairs, refusing to look at each other.

— Advertorial

Title: An announcement on behalf of The Tobacco Lobby Scientific Research Institute

Voice-over 1 (FG):

An announcement on behalf of the Tobacco Lobby Scientific Research Institute.

Footage of people smoking plays.

Voice-over 2 (SM):

Smoking: it has been claimed that each year up to twenty thousand people worldwide die from smoking-related illness. But our research has shown, conclusively, that this figure would be halved if you divided it by two.

— Studio

Shaun: Oh, look, before we go on I should say we’re very pleased to have on Camera 4 tonight the cameraman from that hit ABC show Wildside. Camera 4? [The shot cuts to Camera 4, where the view wildly pans about.][1] Yes, congratulations, I think you’re doing a great job and please, best of luck in the future. [The cameraman is revealed to be on a mechanical bull.] Excellent.


[1] Wildside was a crime drama that ran concurrently with The Micallef Program. It was notable for its extensive use of hand-held camera-work.

— Field

Title: John Lime, National Farmers Federation

A man in farmer’s clothing strolls across a grassy field.

John Lime (SM):

One of biggest issues facing the man on the land today is security of title. Hand and hand in that is the issue of Aboriginal reconciliation. The National Farmers’ Federation believes the only way to move these issues forward is to bring all the parties together, acknowledge the mistakes of the past, and make plans to build a bigger, better, and  brighter future for everyone. But before we can start repairing some of the damage and begin the important process of reconciliation, we have to first acknowledge that that damage has been caused. [A man wearing a t-shirt bearing the design of the Aboriginal flag approaches and shakes the first man’s hand.] [to the second man] So, Tommy, if you’d like to apologise for your native title claims on my properties, that’ll be a pretty good beginning.

— Front sitting room

A man in a suit with a briefcase enters the room via the front door. There is a woman on the couch. The man approaches a chair with difficulty and sits down. He falls off the chair and slides across the room, grabbing a bowl of grapefruit and spilling a sugar bowl as he passes the coffee table.

Woman (RH):

[resigned] Have you been drinking?

Man (SM):

No, not at all. [He picks up a fruit and kicks it away.] I’ll have that later. [The man resumes his seat, straightening a painting on the way there.]

Woman:

Tea?

Man:

Yes, that’d be lovely, thank you. [The woman doesn’t move.] No, I’ll get it, it’s fine. [He lies next to the table and pours the tea and milk, and adds sugar from the floor. He returns to his chair, setting the teacup on the side table, whence it slides off. The phone rings, which he answers.] Hello? [While he is speaking, he rises from his chair and stumbles away from the wall, stretching the phone’s cord to its length.] Yes. Yes. Yes, this is he. Right. Certainly. [He pulls himself toward the phone cradle by the cord and hangs up.] [to the woman] That’s the hospital. I’m wanted in surgery urgently and must leave immediately. [He stumbles and falls out of the window.]