This whole pissy return is very tedious.

-Pissy?

-What do you want to know, mate?

Why you buggered off to Adelaide when you knew we were all under the pump.

The only way to free you is to remove your lower leg.

Poppy, Taylor, and the driver will go.

-I think it's the wrong call.

-Well, it's not your call, mate.

-It's mine.

-The crash victim's mother, Anna Galanis, criticised the medical response.

-My son was left to die because they saved the driver responsible for this crash instead.

-What's happening?

-Graham was concussed.

-Mira's talking them down.

-You've trained for this, OK?

We're just gonna do everything you've practised.

-Push both foot pedals.

-Landed.

All clear.

My God.

The bus driver -- his tox screens have come back positive for amphetamines.

[ String music plays ] ♪♪ So I bumped into Cameron the other day.

-Said to say hi.

-Oh.

You're besties all of a sudden, are you?

-Oh, no.

We're friendly.

-Yeah, well, tell him I send my regards.

[ Chuckles ] And any more thoughts about whether to tell him about the whole...?

-Oh, yeah.

Plenty of thoughts, actually.

Do you want to know what I'm thinking right now?

-I think I got it.

Thanks, mate.

-Hey.

Look, who's here.

-Ah.

-Hey.

-Good morning.

How you feeling, Tay?

-Yeah, yeah, much better.

Hey, tell Indy thanks so much for the Rocky videos.

-They kept me going.

-How about the one with the sprinkler?

[ Laughter ] -Who's Rocky?

-It's Indy's dog.

-Who's Indy?

-It's Ryan's daughter.

Don't worry.

-I struggle with K-pop too, mate.

Don't worry.

-I hope everything goes well with Anna and Poppy today.

-Isn't that past Kingsley?

-Yeah, they just got home.

-You're sure you're OK to go out that far?

-Yes.

I got a note from my doctor and everything.

-Anna still doesn't know about the driver's tox screen, eh?

-No, no, that won't be made public till the trial.

-Taylor.

-Thank you.

-And one for a Pete.

-Yeah.

I'm new in town.

-That looks like us.

A patient with Ehlers Danlos syndrome with significant abdominal pain.

-Go get 'em, life savers.

-[ Giggles ] Bye.

-Patient Arthur Martin.

63-year-old counsellor.

With his history, we need to be aware of possible bow perforations and aortic dissection.

-Yeah, yeah, no, I know.

Art, he's been on the town council for decades.

His misses was on the CWA with Mum.

What's -- What's her name again?

-Linda.

She makes the most delicious puddings for the Christmas fundraiser.

-You're quite the local now, aren't you?

-Takes at least 20 years, doesn't it?

-I don't know.

You know more about what's going on around here than I do.

-I can't tell... if that's a statement or a rather loaded question.

-You really think Taylor's well enough to be working today?

-As her doctor, I can't tell you anything she hasn't already, and you already know that.

-Yeah, but you did think she was well enough to be working at the bus crash, so, you know.

-I know you disagree with all of my decisions there.

So how about we take that as a given and focus on Arthur, please.

-Mm-hmm.

-Are you good to go?

-Absolutely.

-How are you settling back in, Peter Piper?

-[ Chuckles ] -Word is you really left because you burned bridges with half the ladies in town.

-Uh, I don't know about that, mate.

-Really?

'Cos I heard you had a bigger flock of birds coming at you than when Captain Sully ditched into the Hudson.

-Is that right?

-Don't you have checks to do or something?

-Yeah.

Seems all my checks are complete.

[ Gentle music plays ] ♪♪ ♪♪ -Thanks, man.

-Linda.

-Eliza.

Thanks for coming so quickly.

He's just over at the shed.

-Here.

-[ Sheep bleats ] They're here, darling.

-Hi, Arthur.

It's Dr.

Harrod.

We met at the field day, remember?

-Yeah.

-Good day, Art.

-You -- Linda, I told you.

I'm fine.

You didn't need to call anyone.

-You're not fine.

-[ Groaning in pain ] -Art, easy.

-[ Screaming in pain ] -[ Indistinct chatter ] -I'm fine.

-[ Indistinct chatter ] It's not funny.

-Are you normally fit and well, Art?

-As a Mallee bull.

-What are you looking for?

-With his Ehlers Danlos syndrome, he's at a higher risk of bleeding around his aorta, so I want to rule that out.

-Ah, I told you, it's just a stomach bug.

-[ Groaning in pain ] -[ Monitor beeping rapidly ] -That's not a stomach bug.

-If you can just keep still for me, Art.

-Pain relief for you, Art.

-Ah.

-Breathe in for me.

-[ Inhales ] Ah.

-And again.

-[ Inhales ] Ahh.

-Any change in bowel movements, Art?

-Nah.

-[ Sheep bleats ] -The good news is that I can't see any dissection, and there's no obvious bleeding in the upper abdomen.

Though I'm not getting great views of the lower quadrant, so how about we get you on the plane, and we'll take a more thorough look there.

-I don't need to go all the way to hospital, do I?

-I'm afraid, so.

-Oh, Art hates flying.

Don't worry, love.

I'm coming with you.

-No, it's nothing, honestly.

It'll pass.

[ Groans in pain ] -No, no, no.

-You're going.

Alright?

And I'm coming with you.

-[ Groans in pain ] -Ah.

-Art?

This could still be a thoracic dissection, a perforation, or peritonitis, all of which are very serious.

You need proper scans in hospital.

-I'll pack us a bag.

-Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.

We are good to go.

-You got the sanitiser?

-Yes.

-And the Panadol?

-Uh-huh.

-What about the Sudocrem?

Sorry, I micromanage when I get nervous.

-We hadn't noticed.

You're gonna be great.

OK?

And so are we.

[ As baby ] Yes, Mum.

[ Smooching ] Have the best first day back.

-Thank you.

And so hi to Sal for me.

And Timmy.

-I will.

-Bye, Bubba.

You have a good day with Auntie Sal.

Bye-bye.

Bye.

-Love you.

-You, too.

-[ Baby coos ] -Yeah.

Sudocrem.

Sudocrem.

Where did Daddy put the Sudocrem?

Ah, yes.

Here we go.

[ Whispers ] Don't tell Mama.

[ Gentle music plays ] ♪♪ -Oh, God.

-Annie's roommate walks into the kitchen.

I'm completely naked, except for the holster.

-[ Laughter ] -I was like...I...I'm like this.

-Did you have the gun in it?

-Well, no, they had to lock them up.

But I put a banana in there.

-[ Laughter ] -You had to put a banana where?

Sorry.

-Uh, she, Chaya, is doing the dirty with hot cop.

-What cop?

-Hot cop.

-Caleb?

-Just twice.

Well, 2 1/2.

-Oh.

-It's purely casual.

I was very clear about that.

-I don't get it.

-I do.

Mm.

[ Laughs ] -So how are Leonie's shoes fitting for you?

-It's like Ronald McDonald's.

Um, here's your flight log.

And you're good to land at Anna's property, right?

-Uh, no, the strip hasn't been graded yet, so we're gonna go to Kingsley.

-That's fine.

Just keep turnarounds tight.

-Welcome back, eh?

-Yes.

Sorry.

Welcome back.

I'm just...I'm getting ridden, like... Can you put that down?

-[ Laughter ] -Like a cop in a mental health clinic, apparently.

-Mainly in the shower.

That's what I heard.

-Just 2 1/2 times, though.

-[ Laughs ] -Come on.

-That was it.

-Which hospital are we going to?

-Broken Hill.

-I'll text Maggie.

Get her to roll out the red carpet.

Arty's sister works at the ED there.

-Uh, no, no.

She doesn't need to know, love.

Let's -- Let's not, you know, worry her yet, OK?

-Uh, Something's off.

-OK, like what?

-I don't know.

There's something he's not telling us.

-I actually think blokes like him don't like to cause a fuss.

-Are you still on with that handsome firefighter?

-Oh, Ryan.

Uh, yes.

-Just the other day I was talking to the ladies in the CWA about how you met.

Talk about romance.

-Really?

I haven't heard this.

I haven't heard this one, what?

-At the Mundi Mundi Festival, a car rolled back over a little Kelpie's leg.

Ryan managed to lift the car up, get the little fella out, and Eliza stitched it all up.

-It's like a Mills & Boon.

Novel, isn't it?

-It's not quite how it happened.

-It is now.

The CWA grape vine will see to that.

[ Laughs ] -There's some free fluid in the rectovesical pouch.

And, uh... [ Machine beeping ] What is that?

The sound waves aren't going through.

-Just adjust the gain.

[ Suspenseful music plays ] ♪♪ -[ Whispers ] I don't think the gain's the problem.

I told you he was hiding something.

-Oops.

-Is he alright?

-Well, Doc, she's gonna check that out now, Linda, but why don't you and I just start filling out some of this, um, paperwork, just put these canes on so you can hear me a bit better.

-Oh, right.

-Art, is there something you've forgotten to tell me?

Because on the scan, I can see an obstruction... inside you.

Any idea what it is?

Linda can't hear us.

I don't have to tell her, and we don't care how it got there.

But we do need to know, because it's in a rather dangerous position.

-Maybe...I... I did slip over last night, getting out of the shower.

-OK.

Um, and do you remember what it was you might have landed on, like a handle or something?

-I think it was, uh, a c-- a cylinder.

-A what?

-A cylinder.

Propane gas.

Please don't tell her.

-OK.

Uh...one sec.

-Uh, Linda, you can take those off now.

-Oh.

-Uh, Nigel.

Can we have a sea level cabin, please?

-Uh, why is that?

-Because we might possibly have an explosive foreign object lodged inside the patient's rectum.

[ Suspenseful music plays ] ♪♪ [ Gentle music plays ] [ Dog barking ] ♪♪ -Yeah, you got my baby!

Hey!

Ooh!

Oh, there's Auntie's darling.

Look at how lovely she is.

Hi!

-[ Speaking indistinctly ] -[ Baby babbling ] Say hello.

Hello.

Come on, we need to bring her inside.

-Hi.

Sorry it took me so long.

Hello.

[ Indistinct chatter ] -Uh-oh.

She got Timmy's eyes, eh?

-You like 'em?

-Yeah.

-Where is he?

-He's in there.

Look at her.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ You think he'd prefer a bit more space than that table.

-I'm waiting for Darren to get home.

-Really?

Well, he's been back and forth about three times this year.

[ Baby coos ] It's time to put him to rest.

-Hey, Mob.

Someone said the RFDS doctor's here.

-Hey.

-Naomi.

-Wayne Yates.

-What are you doing here?

I thought you were still in [Indistinct].

-I was.

I moved here two months ago.

Hey, when was that ALS course?

Like, three years ago?

-Oh, it can't be.

I'm barely getting over that hangover.

-Shame.

Anyway, I'm just sorry to bother you.

I thought you were working.

-No, that's OK.

I'm here with Auntie.

This is my little one.

Kalthi.

-Oh, she's too delicious.

-What have you got?

-Just got a call from one of the boys, young ranger, Carston River, Top Creek, chest pain, fever, history of childhood stuff, tonsillitis, impetigo, perianal strep, the usual.

-Mm.

-No confirmed rheumatic, though, so I just wondered if... -He might not know he has it.

-So that could cause some symptoms.

-Yeah, even slightly damaged valves can cause endocarditis.

-OK.

Thanks, yeah.

Just wanted to check.

-No worries.

Uh, give me a call if you need.

-Ah, it's your day off with your bub there.

I'm right.

I'll be back in an hour or so.

Hey, it was good seeing you, Wayne, yeah.

-Yeah, you, too.

[ Indistinct chatter ] [ Gentle music plays ] -So what does it mean legally?

The driver taking drugs?

The bus driver.

Uh, the charges will be upgraded.

And so will the anger in town when it goes public.

So we just...We need to make them feel as supported as possible before it does.

[ Suspenseful music plays ] ♪♪ What helped for you after your crash?

-Just people showing up, even if I hated it at the time.

[ Emotive music plays ] ♪♪ -OK, cockpit close for landing.

-[ Automated voice ] 500.

400.

300.

200.

100.

50.

♪♪ -Yo!

-[ Laughter ] It's like she never left.

-That's my girl.

-Nice one, Mira.

♪♪ -Eliza, is everything OK?

-[ Groans ] -Art has a bit of trapped gas, so we're decreasing our altitude to help ease his pain.

-Why is it trapped?

-Well, it could be a range of things.

Really, um, strictures... -Volvulus, intussusception.

We'll get him to hospital for scans to get to the bottom.

-[ Groans ] -We'll find the answer.

-Oh.

-[ Groaning ] -While you're here, you might want to stop in and see Sean and Big Sammy.

Them two are on the outs again.

Fighting over money.

Yeah, they're always fighting over money.

-Oedema.

-Mm.

Like I said, fighting over money.

No, no, Naomi and that ranger.

She said she'd be an hour or what.

-Is she alright.

She a good one, that one.

♪♪ You mind watching Kalthi for a little bit, or what?

-Go on, then.

Take a week.

Take a year.

Leave her with me.

We'll be fine.

-Sure?

-'Course.

Don't expect they're back in a hurry, though.

Hmm.

-Thank you.

-Any time.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -Hey, Anna.

It's Chaya.

And Taylor from the RTF.

-Hey.

Uh, come in.

Can I get you a cuppa?

-Yeah, thanks.

I'll give you a hand.

-Hey, um, is Poppy home?

I'd love to say hi.

-If you can find her.

She's out, walking.

-Walking?

-Mm-hmm.

Come through.

-Beautiful property.

-Thank you.

-We have a gastro surgeon in Broken Hill.

I've asked them to handle this as sensitively as possible.

-What's his plan anyway?

-I'm not sure he had one.

-Oh!

Oh!

-BP's dropped.

-I thought going lower was meant to help with the pain.

It's getting worse.

There's something else going on, isn't there?

-Uh, well, we'll know more once we get to the hospital.

-I'm right, aren't I?

-Linda, leave them be.

-No, I'm right.

There's something going on that you're not telling me.

-Just let them do their jobs.

-I will when they tell me the truth.

-It's me!

I-- [sighs].

I'm the one.

Can you tell her?

-There's a metal cylinder lodged inside Arthur's rectum.

-What's it doing there?

-I put it there.

-[ Gasps ] [ Laughing ] [ Laughter ] [ Breathing heavily ] Oh!

-Linda, you all right?

-Linda.

Let's get her some juice.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Beeping ] -Hey, sorry if I'm overstepping.

I just wanted to see if he needed a hand.

-No, thank God you came.

Hayden, the doctor's here.

His heart's racing, I've got an IV in, Monitoring's on.

There's some pedal oedema.

-OK.

Hey, Hayden.

How you feeling, bro?

-Not good.

-That's no good.

Naomi's done a great job looking after you.

Ah, those voltages seem off.

-Yeah, I did a 12 lead, decreased voltages in all leads.

I reckon there's some alternates.

-Sorry, can I borrow your-- OK.

Here we go.

♪♪ Yeah, breathing's quick but clear.

Heart's a bit muffled.

-BP's low, too, 82/50.

♪♪ -Yeah, look here.

Janeway lesions.

-Endocarditis.

-Hayden, there's a chance you've got an infection around your heart that's causing a buildup of fluid.

So we'll get you into hospital, have a proper look, OK?

Hayden?

-Hayden, you there?

-No pulse.

OK, starting CPR.

♪♪ [ Counting ] Checking pulse and rhythm.

Unshockable.

PEA.

I think it's tamponade.

How's that LMA?

-Yeah, it's working.

Do you want adrenaline?

-Yeah.

Thanks.

Ten mils of one in 10,000.

I think we need to do a pericardiocentesis .

-Out here?

-We got to drain this fluid that's pressing on the heart or it won't be able to pump.

That's 30.

You have an angio cath?

-Yeah, bottom right, that pack there.

But the ultrasounds back at the clinic.

-Well, we're just gonna have to feel our way through and hope for the best.

♪♪ -No.

Not the power.

No, no, no, no, no.

Please don't be dead.

Oh, shit.

-It's so peaceful out here.

-I used to be peaceful, now it's just quiet.

Here you go.

-Thanks.

[ Glasses clink ] I was gonna ask how Poppy's recovering, but she's a force of nature.

-She's determined to get used to that prosthesis so she can move on to a running blade, and I don't have the heart to... Pop's always been a determined little thing.

-Why do I feel like she gets those genes from her mum?

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -Hey!

What are you doing?

-Hi.

Um, sorry.

I was just-- -Who are you?

I'm Taylor, with, um, with the RFDS.

My God, you are a machine.

-Yeah, well, state selections are coming up.

-Yeah, so we can provide a whole bunch of different services.

It's whatever -- whatever we can help with.

So occupational therapists, housekeeping, any support at all.

-How about an apology?

Well, I've heard the official explanation from you guys, but nothing from that English doctor.

I mean, I can't -- I can't imagine the anger and grief that you're feeling.

I do know that Dr Harrod did do everything she possibly could.

-She could have taken Joe.

-Is it feeling any better?

-No.

Feels like I'm being struck by lightning.

Unless I'm walking on it.

-I'm sorry.

That must be awful.

-Yeah, well, it's nothing compared to everything else.

-Yeah.

I get that.

-[ Scoffs ] How would you get that?

-Ah, shoot.

-[ Thud ] -Poppy!

-Ooh!

-Oh, God.

You alright?

Chaya!

[ Thunder rumbling ] -What happens if you're wrong?

-Then I'm out in the bush, about to insert a big needle into a kid's heart for no reason at all.

OK, pause it.

Going in another rib catch.

OK, we want to see straw-coloured fluid.

There we go.

-You were right.

-Even a broken clock's right twice a day, eh?

Hopefully, that releases the pressure around his heart.

OK, check his pulse.

-Yep, there's a pulse.

That storm front's getting close.

-OK, the tamponade's drained and we've got ROSC.

We should get out of here before we get bogged.

-Agreed.

-Ooh.

-[ Winces ] -Ooh.

-I told you it was too soon.

-I'm fine, Mum, just dizzy.

Mm.

[ Sniffles ] -Oh, my God.

-How much walking have you been doing?

-Every day.

It's too much.

-They said 20,000 steps, Mum.

-Yeah, over time.

For your brain to adjust, right?

-Yeah, the initial prosthesis is really just for balance and confidence until the muscles settle into a new shape.

Um, why don't we bring you back into hospital for a proper look and get you some antibiotics.

-I just got out of hospital.

-I know, Poppy, I'm sorry, but I think this could be a serious infection.

-I'm sorry, honey, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry.

-You OK, Linda?

Do you want some more?

-I'm fine.

-Sweetheart, I'm sorry.

-Are you homosexual?

-What?

No.

No, I'm not.

-So just a masochist?

-It didn't hurt me, darlin'.

You know, quite the opposite, it's... -What, so... you get a kick out of putting things up there?

-No.

[ Sighs ] -You need to remove it now.

-It's not that simple.

-Well, it went up there, it can come out, can't it?

-Objects slide in more easily than out, sphincter spasm, so.

-Oh, well, he should have thought about that before he started sticking... gas cans up his bottom, shouldn't he?

-All medical procedures in hospital are confidential.

-[ Laughs ] Oh, you're still new here.

In this town, nothing like this stays confidential.

-Can you at least try to remove it?

-There's a risk of perforating the bowel.

Surgery in hospital is the safest bet.

I just -- I -- I can't put, you know, Linda through all the gossip.

-Me?

It's your election coming up.

-Your life's more important than your reputation, eh?

-What about our children's reputation?

Your son works in a bank.

Your daughter is a primary school teacher.

They have kids.

Oh!

What are they going to say at the school?

All because you have to do this, and you-- You don't even have the decency to talk to me about it.

Nigel?

What if we diverted to Dubbo?

-Hang on.

What?

-It's an hour in the opposite direction.

-Do we have the fuel?

-I think so, but-- -Bah, bah, bah, it takes the plane out of service for the rest of the day.

-Well, I think he needs to see his specialist there, in case of complications with his heart.

-No, what he needs, his immediate surgery.

-It's an extra hour.

He'll be OK.

-You want to hope so.

Can we...?

-Yeah.

-Are you trying to punish me for the crash?

-I don't know.

Are you trying to compensate for it?

Because if his bowel perforates because we flew an extra out, that's on you.

-Well, add it to the complete pile.

Nigel?

If we can... Divert to Dubbo, please.

-So we're not going to Broken Hill?

-No.

-Thank you.

Thank you.

♪♪ ♪♪ -Huh.

-Hang here for a sec.

I'll just... -Hey.

-Hey.

Poppy's got an infection.

We need a transfer.

Is everything OK?

-Not really.

I left the power on.

I'm trying to fix it.

How sick is she?

-Yeah, we can manage.

Just do what you can.

-Yep.

-We'll get on board.

♪♪ ♪♪ -Wayne, bit busy if you're just calling about rosters.

-No, I found myself an 80 kilo P1 at Carston River.

Any chance of a pickup?

-Pete and Eliza are on a P1, and Mira is on a P3 out of Kingsley, I'll connect her to the call.

[ Cellphone rings ] -Hey.

-Hey, I've got Wayne on the line.

-What, is everything OK with Kalthi?

-Yeah, yeah.

She's all good.

She's with Sal, but I kind of need to pick up a Carston River.

-Hang on.

Wh--Why?

-Got a patient that's a bit critical here, Miz.

Can you get here or not?

-Uh, no, not at the moment.

I, um, I left the power on, and now the battery's dead.

-What?!

-Yeah, so if I start it and the engine gets over 800 degrees for 5 seconds, FDAP will be notified, and we'll get stuck out here.

I'm trying to -- I'm trying to come up with a workaround, but I-I think we're gonna need a new battery.

-I'll, uh, I'll call engineering.

-Alright, let us know as soon as you figure it out, OK?

-Yep.

[ Sighs ] -Take it that was baby mama?

-Yeah, Mira.

She's a pilot.

Looks like we'll have to manage on our own.

Hey, the BP's dropping.

We got any milrinone?

-What about norad?

-Good idea.

Let's run an infusion.

How do you want to control the rate?

We don't have a working syringe driver.

-Uh... OK, let's go dirty norad.

3 milligrammes and 500 mils of saline.

Calculate the drops to get half a mill a minute.

-Three mics a minute.

Yeah, nice work.

Start with that.

-Secure cabin for take off.

Come on.

[ Mouthing words ] [ Warning sounds ] -What's going on?

-Mira, we all right?

-Engines over-temped.

Huh.

[ Cellphone ringing ] And that'll be Flight Data calling, which makes this officially the shittiest first day back in history.

-Centre fly-doc 286 cleared present position direct to Dubbo.

-Cleared present position direct Dubbo flight level 260 fly-doc 286.

-Yeah, this is, Pete.

-Hey, Mira's overheated an engine in Kingsley, and Wayne's found himself a kid with endocarditis out at Carston River.

Are you close?

-No, we diverted to Dubbo.

-Excuse me?

-Patient needed a cardiac consult with his specialist.

-You need to let me know that, mate.

Now we've got assets out.

This shatters turnarounds.

-Yes, yep.

Understood.

Yep.

I -- I never meant to keep it a secret, you know?

It's just...every time I tried to tell you, I... I couldn't bear you looking at me like you are now.

I've loved you half my life.

I -- I can't lose you.

[ Alarm beeping ] -Arthur?

-BP's dropping, temp's up to 39.

-I'll start the [Indistinct] and you start the syringe drive.

-Is he okay?

-I think it's septic shock.

We need source control now.

-Oh, oh.

Oh, please help him.

Just do whatever it takes.

Just save him, please.

-Nigel, we're now at medivac.

What's our closest hospital?

-Uh, still Broken Hill.

Just.

-Then let's turn back to Broken Hill.

-I'll get ACC to make sure there are no delays on landing.

And can you tell Matty that we are diverting again?

-Any luck?

-Uh, not yet.

-I just can't believe something this big still just has a battery that can run flat.

-Yeah, I know.

Except there's not just one battery.

There's two.

The ship in the med.

Which I could tie together.

Hey, take your seat.

I'm just gonna try something.

-Okay.

[ Switches flipping ] Shouldn't be long.

You know, we've been... We'd been training for state trials for the past year.

[ Sighs ] I didn't know what else to do.

-You know... I was in a car accident, too, when I was about your age.

Mm.

With my parents.

-Are they okay?

-No.

After they died, all I wanted was to make sure that the good about my mum didn't die with her.

And then I just lost it for ages.

But now I work for the exact programme that she created.

You'll find a way to honour him.

Just...give yourself time to miss him first.

-I'm the reason that he was on the bus... ...and why he couldn't be on the plane.

-Well, look, if you want someone to blame, I'm the one who took up his bed, so... -Okay, come on.

There are so many factors in all of this -- the lack of planes, the driver's state, the conditions, the resources that we didn't have.

-Wait.

What about the driver?

-Um... -W-What do you mean, his state?

What?

Was he drunk?

On drugs?

-[ Plane engine whining ] -Yes!

Matty, let Wayne know we're on our way.

Okay.

Now the cabin really is closed for take-off.

♪♪ ♪♪ Okay.

Yeah, thanks, thanks again, Sam.

You're a lifesaver.

Yeah, I'll head out now and I'll come pick her up.

Yep.

Okay.

I'll see you soon.

-Hi.

-You just left Cathy out there.

-No, I left her with family.

-And you didn't think to tell me?

-That ran was overworked.

She was alone.

-Yeah, we're all overworked.

Okay?

Plus, she has her own escalation pathway.

Did you even give her a chance to use it?

-That's the thing, Ms., okay?

She's the only one working out there.

-You know what?

You know what?

I'm just, um, I'm just gonna go pick her up.

-Just wait.

Just give me half, and I'll come with you.

-No, I don't want to wait any longer.

I miss her.

-Patient transport is en route.

Can you prep immediately for surgery, please?

Thank you.

-Hey.

Ambo's just about here.

-Pete.

-Yeah?

-I just wanted to save them the embarrassment.

-Yeah, look, I guess, sometimes we've just got to deal with the consequences of our actions, you know?

-You talking about them or me?

-No, no.

I'm talking about all of us.

♪♪ -Maybe you should try to give your sister the heads-up.

-I'm sorry, darling.

-I'm just glad you're okay.

-Well, you know what?

Honestly, I reckon most people would just be relieved to know that they're not the only ones with something embarrassing on.

-And, you know, there are websites where you can order safer things to play with.

And you can play together if you find the right thing.

-No, no, I'll never do it again.

I promise.

-If this is what does it for you, I mean, there are some things that I'm into that I haven't told you about.

-What about everybody finding out?

-Who cares?

I think the ladies down at the CWA will enjoy talking about different things other than Chrissy puddings.

♪♪ ♪♪ [ Indistinct whispering ] ♪♪ ♪♪ -Mm.

This is annoyingly really good.

-Well, that's because it's apology polonaise.

A polonaise.

[ Both chuckle ] -Well, I'm sorry, too.

I didn't mean anything about Sal.

I just... Just you trying to do all the things for everyone all the time.

It's just... I mean, like this.

It's why I love you, but if you don't give up some things, you're gonna fail at everything.

Okay?

Now, I know you saved this kid today, but you can't save everyone.

-I don't even know if we did that.

-What?

-Yeah, Billy needed any sedation.

And if he does wake up, it might not be with normal brain function.

-Oh, that's awful.

-Mm.

He had rheumatic heart disease.

From strep A and impetigo that wasn't treated as a kid.

Exactly the same thing.

[ Speaking indistinctly ] Except we just treated hers with a cream.

-Mm.

It's a gap, you know?

Same thing that killed Timmy.

♪♪ -Here.

Try this.

-Oh.

-What luxury.

-[ Laughs ] ♪♪ -Mm.

Mm.

-Yeah?

-I mean, I figured me.

-[ Chuckles ] -We've got this contract tender.

I'm getting smashed on delivery times, and now confidential information spills about a criminal case.

-I'm sorry.

It just came out.

-Look, I got to let Caleb know so they can let the bus driver know because people are gonna be out for blood.

♪♪ -Anna?

Are you okay?

-Arthur's surgery went well.

So he is stable and gas bottle free.

-Good.

And, uh, new career for you, eh?

-Sex therapist.

-Well, could be.

What about you?

What's your kink?

Is it feet?

Or leather.

-It's leather, isn't it?

-No, no, no, Furry, actually.

-[ Laughs ] -You recommend any good websites?

Just discreet ones, you know.

-I'm definitely spreading that around just to take the heat off Arthur.

-Yeah, nah, that one's gonna stick, I'm afraid.

-No secrets safe here, huh?

-Well, not unless it's Taylor's from me, apparently.

I know you and -- I can't say anything, but I just -- I don't know what she wants or, like, how to help her.

-She knows you're there.

-You knew!

-She'll let you in.

Just give her time.

-You knew!

-Uh.

-Huh?!

You can't be here, sorry, mate.

-Anna, Anna.

-You can't knew that that bus driver was on drugs, and you sent her up to shut me up?

-Anna, you can't be out here, please.

-You knew and you still saved that junkie over my boy.

-You knew!

-Anna, Anna, Anna!

-No, no, no, no, no!

-How could you do that?!

-You knew!

-Please, yeah.

-[ Screaming ] -Matty, call the police now.

-What if it was your kid?!

What the hell is wrong with you?!

♪♪ -You okay?

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪