02x03 - Episode 3

[bunniefuu]

RODEO-CALLER: Can we have our medical
team into the arena, please.

Cameron, can you hear me?

Get you into town for a CT

just to make sure there's
nothing wrong with your head.

I'll be right. Oi, where are you
going? Don't be an idiot.

Hope I see you around.

High beta HCG can indicate
some other things. Like what?

It can potentially be raised
by a tumor.

Rolled ute,
we've got two casualties.

Cameron.

Sorry, my phone was out of action.

What happened with
the backup doctor?

I was going to ask you
the same thing.

Is Johnny OK?

He's right there.

No, he was in the back.

Johnny. Johnny.
That's it.

I'm Dr. Turner.

I've secured the tube,
so whatever you do, don't touch it.

Yeah, no worries.

Wait. Where are you?

Are you OK? What is it?

I think we need to readjust the tube.

I thought the locum said
not to touch it.

He's hypoxic. Do we have a choice?
We need to do a cric.

The cognitive test did reveal
some issues with his speech.

From the cut?

Yeah, they've attempted
to repair it.

We'll know more in the coming weeks.

What are you doing here?
I thought I'd pop in.

Here for a follow up, I hope.

This is my follow up.

Being with you, you know,
I feel way better about myself.

Wicked.

Hi.
Hey.

Holy hell. Please tell me this means
what I think it means.

Sure, we can come to some
arrangement.

This is so serendipitous.

All set?

Thanks, Lee.

WOMAN: Just one.

Chop chop, Petey.

Mate, I haven't seen you this eager
to clock off since...

steak night at the Denno Club.

Time's Money.
Thought you said it was relative.

Well, today it's money.

Hey, fellas, did you get
that last minute add-on -

a P5 ex-pat back to Broken Hill?
P5? They heard of Qantas.

Oh, sorry about him.
Skipped brekkie.

Patient's John Hill,
tracheostomy after a CICO,

has a mental health consult.

You warm enough?

Oh, about half an hour.

TANNOY: All passengers flying on
flight QF 3409 departing for Dubbo.

I'll be there to pick you up
in the morning.

You don't have to do that.

I have flown halfway around the
planet, I think I can manage Dubbo.

MAN: Got your boarding pass there?

This time tomorrow, it'll be done.

(MOBILE RINGS)
Oh.

Go, work.

RFDS, Dr. Harrod speaking.
I have missed saying that.

Boarding pass.

Hang on. Hold up.
Hold up.

What are you doing?

Just a little good luck charm.

Your Nomad?
Got me through a few scrapes.

Thank you.

Hi.
Hey.

I've got Johnny in Room Two.

He's also waiting on
a speech pathologist.

Ah, yeah. Sorry, he was
a last-minute referral. You OK?

Yeah, yeah. No. All good.

Did you...
Did you get some brekkie?

Ah, yes. Yeah. And I also
found Taylor.

Oh. Hell.
What walk of shame was that?

I was wearing a footy shirt
so pretty shaming.

Ah, there she is.

(LAUGHS) Good morning.

Hi.
Hey.

Good to be back?

Yeah.

Yeah. It's good.
Yeah.

Hey.

Well, you're not wasting any time,
are you?

Uh, no, P1. Five-year-old boy
on a station.

Possible head injury
after falling over.

No loss of consciousness,
but he's nauseous and drowsy

with a graze above his right eye.

Which station?

Uh, let's see. At Narraga.

Narraga, yeah, that's...
That's Max and Zoe's boy.

As far as I know it's just Zoe
and she's very distressed.

I need to call her back.

Can you please prep a full drug
trauma and airway kit? Thanks.

Yeah, yeah, sure.

Hello. Hi.
Nice to see you.

So, what's her deal?
What do you mean?

I mean, like, she was here
and then she wasn't.

And now she's here again.

Must have missed the weather, eh?

Have fun.
Yeah. See ya.

Oh, honey, the drama.

Psst! Go on, get.
(SHOOING NOISES)

Get!
You right there?

Heard that bloody
Mopoke again last night.

The bloody thing followed me here.

Or a different bird entirely, maybe.

Hey, when you finish tonight,
do you want to grab a meal?

There's something that I'd...
God.

(LAUGHS)
I swear to God.

Hey, Mirrabooka.
Hey, Timmy.

You know what that one means,
Wayney?

Mirrabooka?
Yeah, of course I do.

Go on, then.

Southern Cross.

Hey, look out. There's hope for him
yet, Mira.

I don't know about that.
Hey, I gotta go.

But I assume I'll see you tonight?

Only a couple of days.
A few meetings in town.

Oh, you're an important man, Timmy.

God, I forgot how hot it gets here.

I thought that's why
you came back - the heat.

You know, I did try to call you.

Oh, was that on your stopover at
Changi?

(PHONE RINGS)

RFDS, Dr. Harrod speaking.

Cabinet attendant, prepare the cabin
for awkward silences.

I mean, landing.

Just keep your eyes on the skies,
mate.

If you have him comfortable
under some shade,

and you've given him
some paracetamol, then...

Yes, you're doing everything
that you can.

I know, I know it's scary,

but we'll be there very soon,
I promise.

OK.

Bye bye.

Bit stressed?

Not coping at all.

Mira,
would you mind coming in with us?

I'd love to.

I have a feeling we might
need some crowd control.

I was inside.
I don't know what happened.

He fell and he bumped his head,
and he said he's got a headache,

and that his eyes are blurry,
and his ears are buzzing.

That's all right. We'll have a
look and check everything out.

G'day, mate. I'm Dr. Eliza.
This is Pete. He's a nurse.

Do you mind if I take
a little look at your head?

Thank you.

Now, we met you when you were tiny.
Your name is?

Let me remember. Was it Spider-Man?
Otis. Otis.

Secret identity. Good thinking.

And you know where you are,
Otis?

Home.

Good boy.

Right, you reckon you can be
as brave as Spider-Man for me

while I do this little needle?

Here we go, little pinch.

Ah. What? Even braver,
didn't even flinch.

Otis, can you follow my pen?

All right.

Both pupils reactive
but ptosis on the right.

What does that mean? Is that bad?

OK.

Hold on.
Oh, God.

What's happening? What's...
What's going on?

It's alright, mate.

Hey, Zoe, do you want to help me
grab some of the gear

off the ute and let these guys run
their tests?

It's alright.
You're alright.

He's in good hands.
He's going to be OK.

Do you think it's just
from the head injury?

I'm not sure. Let's do a head to toe
and go from there.

Big breath.

Yeah, well, you're
looking good for an old fella.

I know. You're not.

Yeah, well, I didn't sleep
last night, did I?

Bloody mopoke kept me up all night.

Oh, mopoke.
Bad news them fellas.

How much you
drinking lately?

Nah, zero.
I give it up.

For real? Taking my pills
and insulin, most of the time.

And began a start up, delivering
kangaroo tails to mob in need.

I call it Deliveroo.

(LAUGHS)
That's not bad.

Well, whatever you're doing
or not doing, you keep it up.

Your levels are looking good.

I told you God would look after me.

Yeah, well, I'm good,
but I'm not God.

Them mopoke -
they're not mucking around.

This far from the river, huh?

You'd do well to get right
with the big guy upstairs, too.

Oh, yeah.

(PHONE RINGS) Hey, look out.
This might be him now.

It's just a disciple. Matthew.

ACC called,

49-year-old male prisoner with
a shaft of wood in his abdomen.

What do you reckon?
Got ourselves a shivving?

Oh, yeah, for sure.

Grab two units of blood and
the ultrasound. I'll be right in.

You given up the smokes too?

What? You want me to give up
everything fun?

No, I want to steal one.
(LAUGHS) Oh.

Five POV with the corrections
officer. I'll go grab some bloods.

Adelaide?
Oh, no, here's a new one.

Sprinkler system went off
in Adelaide Met Theatre...

We're going to Dubbo instead.
Dubbo?

Meningitis?

No neck stiffness, no obvious rash,
no photophobia.

Maybe diabetes.
What's the BSL?

It was all fine. 5.5.

Can you tell me if you hurt
anywhere, OK, Otis?

Has he been drinking any more than
usual? Going to the toilet more?

No. No, I don't think so.

Tummy's fine.

Otis, can you push your feet
into my hands

like you're driving a race car?

Ow.

Oh, is this sore?

What's this from?

He scratched himself playing
on the old truck this morning.

Before he hit his head?
Uh, yeah.

Um, that's not a scratch.
What?

It's a snake bite.
Oh, my God.

I'll get a pressure immobilisation,
bandage and a splint.

Mate, you didn't say anything
about a snake.

I thought it was a stick.
Most people do.

Zoe, it's not your fault.

Is it too late?
Has the venom spread?

We're not even sure it is
envenomated.

He might still be sick
from the head injury,

so we'll get him straight
to hospital,

and he'll get all the scans
he needs, alright?

Oh.
Zoe? Zoe? Zoe.

Why don't we go pack a bag
for Otis for the plane?

No, I don't want to leave him.

What he needs right now

are his things sorted for
a few nights in hospital, OK.

So do you want to show me
where that is? Come on.

Just watch your step.

I'll do a full neuro.

OK, Jill Carey will have antivenom.
You want me to call 'em?

No. We'll get him straight to Dubbo
for a CT. We'll get antivenom there.

But Dubbo is an hour further.
He needs it as soon as possible.

How would you know? We don't even
know it's definitely a bite.

Alright,
just a sec while you do the neuro.

Where are you going?

Confronting childhood trauma.

(PHONE RINGS)

Excuse me a sec.
Yeah.

Hey, are you OK?

Hey, you.
I think we swapped Go Bags.

Did we?

Yeah, and...

Well, I opened it. Found my name
playfully addressed on a box.

I was going to tell you.

So how far along are you?

I don't know.
Maybe ten weeks.

I'm sorry. I just kept changing
my mind on when to tell you.

I just... We always said
that we were fine without them.

Yeah, I know. I guess I was
just surprised by my own reaction.

You know, it's kind of different
when it's not hypothetical, you know?

Yeah.

So you'd be fine to
stop flying for a year?

No. No. And I already
know how you feel about it.

I mean, you've just got SMO
and you've had to choose

between your work
and a child before,

so I'm not about to force you
to do that again.

And I certainly don't want our child
having an absent dad like mine

so I just...

Sorry. You know
that's not what I meant, right?

No, that's fine.

Hey, listen, I have to go.
Can we... Can we chat tonight?

Sure.

Oh.

Hey, Zoe. You OK?

No, I can't find Potato.
I can't find him anywhere.

OK. Potato's a? A little blue bunny.
It's a soft toy.

OK, OK.
He won't go anywhere without it.

Alright, well, we'll find it.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Just take a...
Just take a minute.

Oh, God. I'm sorry. It's...

It's been a really hard year.

Max left and he...

He said I wouldn't be
able to manage on my own.

Well, you are managing,
but anxiety is contagious.

Otis will stay calm if you do.

OK.
Take a deep breath.

Oh.

Hang on.

Oh, God.
Yes, we got him.

Alright. That's great.
OK, now we can go. Yep.

Where are you, you b*stard?

(GROANS)

(CLATTERING)

sh*t.

Hey.

That's a... that's a Death Adder.

It's neurotoxic.
How can you tell?

It's like a fat head and a little
wormy tail. That's a juvenile.

It's good that it's young.

Juveniles can't control their bite,

so they're much more likely to
envenomate with a bigger dose,

and the Death Adder is one of the
most venomous snakes in the world.

Perfect.
Yep.

I'm back, baby.
Are we leaving soon?

Right now. Can we get him
on the stretcher, please?

They said 1:30. Wayne!

I've never done
a prisoner transfer before.

This is like a whole
Con Air situation, hey?

Con Air is rubbish.

The crims removed the C-1
23 transponder with their fingers

and swap it into
a light plane as a decoy.

Yeah, it's so weird you don't get
invited to dinner parties, isn't it?

Did Leonie say what's allowed
on the plane for this?

That'd be us.
Leonie's got a month's leave.

What? Since when?

Last week.
She never takes leave.

Well, she has now.
It was in the roster.

She didn't even mention it.

She mentioned it in the roster.

Or she can have an actual human
conversation with her SMO.

Yeah, well, maybe some things
are more important than work, eh?

What does that mean?

Just, don't be
so bloody righteous all the time.

What's his problem?

Actually, he seems chirpier
than usual.

The guy said he's a lifer, which is,
like, only for, like, m*rder, right?

What do you reckon he did?
We don't need to know.

G'day, Calvin.
How are you?

Pilot Graeme. That's flight nurse
Matty. That's Dr. Yates.

Batons and cuffs are fine.
Capsicum spray, box please.

Geez.
Not huge, are they?

Not the size that counts.
Wheels up in five.

So should we...

..um, expect any issues.

Suspect him when
you least expect it, mate.

They'll try anything
to get anything.

Wounds are much more
superficial than advertised.

That's good news.
G'day, Troy. My name is Matty.

I'll be your flight nurse
slash air steward for today.

A bit of... a bit of a biff
in the old prison yard, was it?

Sorry.
Don't know why I've said that.

Can I get a smoke before we go?

Oh, sorry. Yeah. Oxygen, fuel tanks.
Not a good mix.

I really need a smoke.
Let's get him a smoke.

Mate, you don't give us any grief,

you can have this when we land,
alright?

I'll give Jill Carey a call
about the antivenom.

No, we're still headed
straight to Dubbo.

But I showed you the photo.

Yes.

And we can't be positive
that the symptoms

are from the bite or
from the head injury.

He has significant swelling over
his forehead and facial weakness.

From the ptosis, from
the neurotoxicity from the bite.

Possibly. Or from the head injury.

Except...

I just... I really think
this is envenomation.

And we'll get the anti-venom
in Dubbo.

Yeah, which is an hour further away.
He's got descending paralysis.

40% of people have an adverse
reaction to the polyvalent.

What if we get stuck
on the airstrip?

We just give him adrenaline.

What if we get halfway to Dubbo
and he goes into respiratory failure?

Then we intubate him.
Mid-air?

Better that than discovering
he has a major head trauma

with no proper imaging equipment

and no neurosurgical team
in the middle of nowhere again.

But he doesn't. I'm sorry.

Eliza, honestly, I know less
than you about pretty much

every subject on the planet, right,
except snakes.

This is an envenomated bite.

This kid needs anti-venom
as soon as possible.

OK, fine.

But we pick it up on the tarmac
and head straight to Dubbo. Yep.

Feeling sick.

We can give you something for that.
Matty, four of ondas.

Can I sit up?
Just do what they tell you.

Yeah, you can sit up.

There we go.

Where are we?

Going over Kurranda, I believe.

Thought so.

Used to camp near here
with my daughter when she was little,

up Nindigully Creek.

Really?

My old man lived at Dingully
for years.

How old's your daughter.

28.

This is it her fault, really?

She's about to have a baby.

I was making a rocking horse
or trying to.

Never much of a carpenter.

The thought that counts, eh?

I've got a life sentence.
Thoughts are cheap, time counts.

You've got kids.
Yeah.

Hey, don't feel too sorry for him.

No-one forced him to pull
the trigger.

Didn't ask for sympathy.

Graeme,

have we got enough fuel for a little
detour over Nindigully Creek.

Well, yeah, but...

You want to have a closer look?
Really?

Hang on. I'm the PIC.
I'll make that call.

Sorry, I thought you just said
that...

Technically, we have enough fuel.

Well, then, technically,

then we have enough fuel
for a five-minute flyover.

Why?

Well, because he's got a penetrating
injury, a life sentence,

and this is probably the last time
he'll ever set foot on a plane.

He probably should have thought
of that, eh?

OK. No worries. As you were.

Fine. Five minutes.

Much appreciated.

Hey, wait. What are we doing?

I'll take five minutes.

Excuse me, little miss.
What time does the tour start?

No, don't joke now.
I know it off by heart.

Who said I was joking.

What time do you go in?

Johnny's with Chaya till two,
so I got time if you do.

Invented by Alfred Trager in 1927,

the Trager pedal radio was actually
powered using bicycle pedals,

revolutionising communication
in the bush,

allowing remote families
to call The Flying Doctor,

attend the School of the Air,

or engage in local gossip with
the very popular Galah Sessions.

That's bloody good.
Is that off the top of your head?

Yeah, I heard my mum give
that talk so many times.

You're impressive.
Do you know that?

Shut up.

Hey, isn't it almost two?

You've got to go
to your appointment with Chaya.

I don't have one.
What?

Yeah, I'm just here
to pick up Johnny boy.

He's the one seeing Chaya.
I told you that.

I thought we had a deal, Cameron.

Well, I hope Jonny's feeling better.

Look at that.

Never seen it from up here before.
It's better than I remember.

Where'd you used to camp?

Oh. Up near the Cascades where...

(CRASH!)
Bugger.

What's wrong?
Was that window cracked?

No, everything's alright.
This... This happens all the time.

We're... We're OK.

Yeah, we're...
We're OK right, Graeme?

Less chat, please,
and stay seated for this one.

If expl*sive decompression occurs
you'll want your belt on.

I'm just going to swap sides.

Stay seated.

Now due to an unscheduled detour
which struck a very unlucky bird,

fracturing the windscreen,

I think structurally we're OK,
but visibility is compromised.

So I'm going to find an alternate.

You have five minutes
to secure the cabin,

and prep for an emergency landing.

Yep. Securing the cabin.

Hey, what's going on?

Everything is under control.
This happens all the time.

I'm just going to secure the cabin

and prepare you all
for an emergency landing.

Oh, emergency landing doesn't
sound very under control.

Oh, no, it's just...
It's just protocol.

Alright. I'm going to show you guys
the brace position, OK?

Oh, God.

Possible damage to the elevator.

I suppose you have somebody
to pick you up.

Sorry.

I'm just asking,
do you have someone to pick you up?

I'm from Broken Hill.

I'll be transported back home
by the RFDs.

Oh.

Is it OK if I take this in with me?

Well, not usually, but...

Why don't I put it
just next to the bed?

Thanks.

Thank you. Thanks. See ya.

There's definitely a scratch.

That's just one of the perks,
isn't it,

of riding on dirt roads
in the back of a ute?

Well, I did want the full
Australian experience.

How's the polyvalent?

Yeah, half the bag's through.
BPs 115 on 65.

He's doing well, but that's all
I can do for you, Captain Jack.

This is ridiculous.

How long does it take to work?

It can be hard to predict
but we'll know soon enough.

G'day, mate.
Hey, how are you going?

Hi, Otis. I turned into
a pirate while you were asleep.

What do you think?
Does it suit me?

Smiling. That's really good.
It's a very good sign. Good boy.

It means the paralysis is lifting.

So it's working?
Yes.

The anti-venom is counteracting
the neurotoxins.

You hear that, Oti? The medicine's
working. You're going to be OK.

Oi, Otis.

If Spider-Man got his powers
from a spider bite,

you think you might get
something too, huh, snake boy?

What do you reckon?

Otis.

His breathing is laboured.
Recheck BP.

I'm just going to listen
to your chest, Otis.

Diffuse wheeze.

Zoe, does he have a history
of asthma?

No. No, wait... What's happening.

Eliza? Urticaria on the arm.
BP's just dropped to 60 on 40.

It's anaphalaxis.

What?
Stop the infusion.

Yes, I have 0.2mg of adrenaline.
Ready?

Let's get him on oxygen with a
salbutamol nib and a bolus of fluid.

Are you alright to see?

Yeah.
Yeah, yeah.

OK, Otis. You're going to get
a small jab in your leg.

It's just a little sting.

OK. Adrenaline in.
Let's see if that helps.

You're going to be OK, Oti.
There we go.

And the rash is improving.
That's great.

OK. BP is improved.

Oh, no. Otis?
Ptosis is back. Otis.

Otis, can you open
your eyes for me, please?

Start the antivenom again.
What? What about the anaphylaxis?

We need to treat that and
the envenomation at the same time.

I'm going to run an IV adrenaline
infusion at 18 mics per minute.

Sorry. What are we watching for?

We need to see the paralysis
and the anaphylaxis resolve.

Anything above 80 systolic
is good enough.

Mama's right here, baby.
Mama's right here. I'm right here.

BP's 55 systolic.

Running the adrenaline.

(MACHING BEEPS)

Come on, little man. Come on.

(MACHING BEEPS)
BP's 85.

Otis,
can you open your eyes for me?

Hey, baby. It's Mama. It's Mama.
Just open your eyes.

Otis, open your eyes.

Open your eyes.
Otis, come on.

Oh, good boy.

Thank you. Good boy.
Good boy.

Alright, rash is going down too.

The anti-venom is through.
Let's stop the adrenaline now.

Did it work? Is he OK?

He's going to need some
further care and some scans,

but he's doing really well.

What do you reckon, Otis?
Not bad for a pirate.

Oh, my...

Righto, ACC have found us a strip
at Amberley Downs, 200km from Dubbo.

Had to ask for a bloody detour.

I didn't ask you to fly into a bird,
Graeme.

c*ck closed.

Snowflake neo-marxist.

See, this is what happens
when you go soft on scum like him.

I'll give you a complaint form
when we land. If we bloody land.

OK, I found an airstrip, but
the floods came through here,

so it might be a bit soft.

Have they run it?
In a one-tonne ute.

Yeah, we'll see how we go
in a 5.5-tonne plane.

What's going on?

Good news. They found us an airstrip
so we'll be landing soon, OK?

Just get us down, please.

(AUTOMATED VOICE): 500.

(LAUGHS)

Isn't this funny?
A bit.

We're about to die.
What are you laughing about?

Shorter life sentence.
(AUTOMATED VOICE): 400.

You know what he did?
He k*lled two people.

And you go and take him
on a joyride.

This is what happens
when you snowflakes go soft

for animals like him.

"Soft." Says a man sh1tting himself
over a bumpy flight.

(AUTOMATED VOICE): 200.

And you work the chicken runs, so
don't pretend you're the top guy.

Shut your mouth.

Or what? We're gonna die.
What are you going to do?

No one is dying today, alright.
(AUTOMATED VOICE): 100.

(LAUGHS)

Here we go.

(GUARD YELLS/PRISONER LAUGHS)

(GUARD HYPERVENTILATES/
PRISONER LAUGHS)

I can't breathe.
No, you're OK.

I can't breathe. Just take
some deep breaths, alright?

Look at me. Deep breaths.
Can't breathe.

Just calm down.
Stay seated, Calvin.

I think I'm having a heart attack.

Try and stay calm, Calvin.
Stay seated.

Just take deep breaths for me, OK?

(CHUCKLES)

Help me.

Keep looking at me. Keep breathing.
Keep breathing.

When we get out of here,
you stay with Troy.

I'm going to go in with these two
to the hospital for handover,

make sure everything's alright,
OK?

And get yourself checked out.
I'm fine. Just get checked out.

We'll get your key in,
we'll see you at the hotel.

Actually, now that we're
all headed to Dubbo,

you both might want to
join me at the hospital.

What for?

It's about Leonie.

(GASPING)
You right, mate?

Calvin, just try and calm your
breathing for me, mate, OK?

I am breathing.
I know how to breathe.

Look, just... Calvin, you could be
having a heart attack, OK?

I need to do some tests.
OK.

(GASPING)
You're OK.

Give us your hand.
Give us your hand.

You're doing alright.
(GASPING)

Alright, your BP is OK, but
your heart's racing at 220.

Am I having a heart attack?

No, it's not a heart attack.
It's something called SVT.

So what I need you to do
is block your nose and blow

like you're trying
to clear your ears.

What?
It's called a valsalva manoeuvre.

No, no, no, no. I'm not doing
you bush medicine.

Get me a real doctor, yeah?

(GASPING)

We got a signal?

Any word?
Not yet.

No, Mira's following up.
How's Otis?

Much better.

His vitals are stable

and he just needs
to get it out of his system now.

Yeah, I was pretty uncomfy
after I got bitten.

Nate was nice to me
for about a week,

then went back to beating
the snot out of me.

How's your eye, did
you get it checked?

I will later. Please. It's just,
it's...feeling much better now.

MAN: Hey, love...

Oh.
Come here.

It happened to your left eye,
didn't it?

So I guess I was right
about the anaphylaxis. Righto.

He didn't go into respiratory arrest
so we can call it a draw.

It's just a little scratch.

(PHONE RINGS)

It's Graeme.

Is everything all right?

Eliza, got Wayne for you.

Eliza, I got a 30-something male
with SVT,

probably brought on from anxiety.

I want to try valsalva.

Any chance you can convince him
to do it?

Why can't you?

I think he needs a whiter opinion.

Does he just? Put him on?

Calvin, the doc.

Baz, can I borrow the esky?

I'm Dr. Harrod.

And what you've been asked to do
is called a valsalva manoeuvre,

and it's the best choice,
given your heart rhythm,

to stop you losing consciousness.

He's got me blowing up balloons.
I'm having a heart attack, yeah.

No, you're having heart issues
triggered by stress,

and you're fortunate enough
to be having them with one of

the best retrieval doctors in
the whole of New South Wales.

But if you choose to ignore him,
then it's your heart on the line.

So if you want to refuse treatment,
I need you to sign that form, OK?

Because your heart rate's 220

and I don't want to be sued
when it explodes.

No, no, no, no, no, no, OK.

So I have your consent to treat it.
Yes. Just help me.

Alright, well, you got two options:

One is an injection of adenosine,

might give you a sense
of impending doom.

You probably don't need
any more of that.

What I'd recommend is...
Just fix it, yeah? Righto.

What?
h*, h*, h*, h*.

(ALL LAUGH) There you go.
Back to sinus.

Did Wayne just ice bucket him?

I believe so. Thanks for the advice,
doc. Very helpful.

Eliza, Something's happened with
Leonie. They've nicked the vessel.

Leonie. What's going on?
You in Dubbo?

Yeah, just... Anything available.
Alright.

Nothing. No planes.

Why didn't Leonie tell me?

She didn't want anyone to worry.

Now she's all alone
in bloody open surgery

while we're giving joyrides
to convicted bloody murderers.

I'm sorry, Graeme.
I had no idea, OK.

I can't get a plane from anywhere.

It's OK.
Alright, We'll get there.

We'll go with the cops into town
and head to Dubbo first thing.

No. 35 years I haven't
pulled rank once.

I don't care if it's a car,
bus or bloody dune buggy,

we're getting to Dubbo tonight.

Fair enough.

(PHONE BEEPS)

AUTOMATED VOICE: You have
one new message.

Hi, Dr. Stanley from RFDS
Clinical Governance calling here

in regard to the failed airway at
White Cliffs Rodeo a few weeks ago.

I just wanted to inform you
a critical incident review

has been launched into the event,

so I was hoping to get a statement
from you, thanks.

You should go get some sleep.

So should you.

I don't have to fly a 9 million
sardine tin in the morning.

Hey, thank you for your
help today with Zoe.

Oh, that's OK.

I've got a fair bit of experience
with anxiety riddled mothers.

Do you still talk to her?

Actually, I usually just call
Leonie.

I'm going to get some food.
Do you guys want anything?

No.
Nah.

So we're just going to avoid
talking about this forever.

What?
England. The trip that wasn't.

Oh. Well, what's to say?

Anything at all would be preferable
to this excruciating silence.

You called it off.
It's alright.

I asked you for more time.

Well, you know, my leave was booked.
That's the time I had.

And I had things going on.
I told you that.

And then you just ghosted me.

But things you say... You never said
what those things were, did you?

To me, it felt like
a pretty clear exit strategy.

Or you could have trusted me.

Hi.
How is she?

Still no word.

How'd you get here?

Graeme went full diva on ACC. It
was sick. You should have seen it.

WAYNE: Is Mira here?
Cafeteria.

I mean... One minute I'm excited,

the next minute I'm completely
terrified.

It would change everything,
completely handbrake our careers.

Yep.

How do you really feel about it?

Excited and terrified.

But if you're ten weeks,

we don't have to make any
big decisions just yet, right?

Sure.

And there might be other reasons
we can't do it anyway,

so why don't we just wait and see?

Yeah.

What about Layla?

Mira? It's done.

They got everything
and stemmed the bleeding.

So what animals haven't you hit?
There's the deer...

There's been a horse, a roo.
Well, now there's the owl.

I know what animal I'd like to hit.

It can't have been an owl because
they don't fly that high.

Looked like an owl.
Mopoke, maybe.

Don't forget the goat.

Hey.

What are you all doing here?
I didn't want to bother you.

No, zero bother, mate.
There you are.

You had us all worried.
I feel like a total dickhead.

I'm sorry.

If you're all here,
where are the planes?

Graeme decided to leave Kilo
at Nindigully.

It was your detour.
What?

Yeah, might owe you 20 grand
for a new windscreen. Oh.

Oh, here. Sounds like you need it
more than me.

How do you feel?

Lucky.