(whistling and jeering) (announcer) Can we have our medical team into the arena, please?

(Pete) 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 all right.

-Oy!

Where are you going?

Don't be an idiot.

I'll probably see you around.

High beta hCG can indicate some other things.

Like what?

(Doctor Salah) It can potentially be raised by a tumor.

(machines whirring) (Pete) 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.

(Cameron) Is Johnny okay?

He's right there.

(Cameron) No, he was in the back.

(Pete) Johnny, Johnny!

That's it.

I'm Doctor Turner.

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

Yeah, no worries.

Wait, where are you?

(dramatic music) (Eliza) Are you okay?

What is it?

(Pete) I think we need to readjust the tube.

(Chaya) I thought that the locum said not to touch it.

He's hypoxic, do we have a choice?

We need to do a crike.

(Wayne) The cognitive test did reveal some issues with his speech.

From the cut?

(Wayne) Yeah, but they've attempted to repair it.

We'll know more in the coming weeks.

♪ What are you doing here?

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.

(Matty) Holy hell.

(Wayne) Please tell me this means what I think it means.

(Eliza) Sure we can come to some arrangement.

♪ (Matty) This is so serendipitous.

♪ (train horn) (solemn music) ♪ ♪ (screen door opens) ♪ All set?

♪ (heels click on staircase) ♪ -Thanks, Lee.

-Thank you.

(distant radio chatter) (Graham) Chop chop, Petey.

(Pete) Mate, I haven't seen you this eager to clock off since steak night at the Demo Club.

(Graham) Time's money.

(Pete) Thought you said it was relative.

(Graham) Well, today it's money.

(nurse) Hey fellas, did you get that last minute add on?

A P5 expat, back to Broken Hill?

(Graham) P5?

They heard of Qantas?

Sorry about him, he skipped breaky.

Patient's John Hill, tracheostomy after a CICO.

Has a mental health consult.

(plane engine rumbles) (transcendent music) ♪ ♪ You warm enough?

♪ (marker scribbling) ♪ Oh, about half an hour.

♪ (female voice) All passengers flying on flight QF3409 departing for Dubbo-- (Eliza) I'll be there to pick you up in the morning.

(Leonie) You don't have to do that.

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

This time tomorrow, it will be done.

(upbeat ringtone) Oh!

(Leonie) Go.

Work.

(Eliza) RFDS, Doctor Harrod speaking.

I have missed saying that.

(attendant) Boarding pass?

(Graham) Hang on, hold up, hold up.

(Leonie) What are you doing?

Just a little good luck charm.

(Leonie) Your nomad?

(Graham) Got me through a few scrapes.

Thank you.

(serene music) ♪ -Hi.

-Hey, I've got Johnny in room two, he's also waiting on a speech pathologist.

(Chaya) Yeah, sorry, he was a last minute referral.

-You okay?

-Yeah, yeah.

No, all good.

Did you get some breaky?

Yes, yeah, and I also found Taylor.

Ugh, how walk of shamey was that?

I was wearing a footy shirt, so pretty shamey.

Ah, there she is.

(Eliza chuckles) Good morning.

Hi, is it good to be back?

Yeah, yeah.

It's good.

-Yeah.

-Yeah.

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

(Eliza) No, P1, a 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.

(Pete) Which station?

(Eliza) Uh, it's at Narragar?

(Pete) Narragar, yeah, 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.

Sure.

(Eliza) Hi, nice to see you.

(Chaya) So, what's her deal?

(Pete) What do you mean?

(Chaya) I mean, like, she was here, and then she wasn't, and now she's here again.

Must've missed the weather, eh?

-Have fun.

-Yeah, see you.

(Taylor) Oh honey, the drama.

(dramatic music) ♪ (bird hoots) (Wayne) Go on, get!

(shushing) -Get!

-You all right there?

Yeah, heard that bloody Mopoke again last night.

The bloody thing followed me here.

Or a different bird entirely, maybe?

(Mira laughs) Hey, when you finish tonight, do you want to grab a meal?

There's something that I'd-- (loud slam) (Timmy chuckles) (Wayne) I swear to God.

-Hey, Mirrabucca.

-Hey, Timmy.

(Timmy) You know, what that one means, Wayney?

Mirrabucca?

(Wayne) Yeah, of course I do.

(Timmy) Well, go on then.

(Wayne) Southern cross.

(Timmy) Hey, look out, there's hope for him yet, Mira.

I don't know about that.

Hey, I've got to 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.

(plane engine rumbles) (somber music) ♪ 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?

(ringtone trills) (Eliza) RFDS, Doctor Harrod speaking.

(Mira) Cabin attendant, prepare the cabin for awkward silences, I mean, landing.

Just keep your eyes on the skies, mate.

(Eliza) 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.

Okay?

Bye-bye.

-Bit stressed?

-Not coping at all.

Mira, would you mind coming in with us?

(Mira) Love to.

I have a feeling we might need some crowd control.

(tense music) ♪ ♪ (brakes squeal) (Zoe) I was inside, so 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 that he hears a buzzing.

(Pete) It's all right, we'll have a look, and check everything out.

Good day, mate.

(Eliza) I'm Doctor Eliza, this is Pete, he's a nurse.

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

Thank you.

(Pete) Now, we met you when you were tiny.

Your name is, let me remember, was it Spider-man?

-Otis.

-Otis, all right.

Secret identity, good thinking.

(Eliza) And do you know where you are, Otis?

-Home.

-Good boy.

(Pete) You reckon you can be as brave as Spider-man for me while I do this little needle?

All right, here we go, little pinch.

What?

Even braver, didn't even flinch.

(Eliza) Otis, can you follow my pen?

All right?

Both pupils reactive, but ptosis on the right.

What does that mean, is that bad?

(Otis coughs violently) (Zoe) Oh, God!

What's happening?

-What's going on?

-It's all right.

(Eliza) 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 all right, you're all right.

(Mira) He's in good hands, he's going to be okay.

(Pete) Do you think this is just from the head injury?

I'm not sure.

Let's do a head to toe, and go from there.

(Wayne) Big breath.

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

I know, you're not.

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

Bloody Mopoke kept me up all night.

Mopoke.

They're bad news, them fellas.

How much you drinking lately?

-Zero.

I gave it up.

-For real?

Take my pills and insulin most of the time.

Even began a startup delivering kangaroo tails to mob in need.

I call it "deliveroo".

That's not bad.

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

Your levels are looking good.

Yeah, I told you, God would look after me.

Well, I'm good but I'm not God.

(Timmy) The 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?

Hey, look out, this might be Him now.

Oh, 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 giving up the smokes, too?

What, you want me to give up everything fun?

No, I want to steal one.

Oh...Dr. Yates?

(bag unzips) (intense music) ♪ ♪ Five POB with the corrections officer.

I'm going to go grab some bloods.

Adelaide?

Oh, no.

Here's a new one.

Sprinkler system went off at Adelaide Methodist, so I'm going to Dubbo instead.

Dubbo?

(Pete) Meningitis?

(Eliza) No neck stiffness, no obvious rash.

No photophobia.

Maybe diabetes?

What's the BSL?

(Pete) It was all fine, five and a half.

(Eliza) You tell me if you hurt anywhere, okay, Otis?

Has he been drinking anymore than usual?

Going to the toilet more?

(Zoe) No.

No, I don't think so.

(Eliza) Tummy's fine.

Otis, can you push your feet into my hands like you're driving a racecar?

Ow.

Oh, is this sore?

What's this from?

Oh, he scratched himself playing on the old truck this morning.

(Eliza) Before he hit his head?

(Zoe) Yeah.

-That's not a scratch.

-What?

It's a snake bite.

(Zoe) Oh, my God.

(Pete) I'll get a pressure immobilization bandage, and a splint.

(Zoe) He didn't say anything about a snake, I thought it was a stick.

(Pete) Most people do, Zoe, it's not your fault.

Is it too late, has the venom spread?

(Eliza) 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, all right?

(Mira) Zoe, Zoe, Zoe, why don't we go pack a bag for Otis, for the plane?

(Zoe) No, I don't want to leave him.

(Mira) What he needs right now are his things sorted for a few nights in hospital, okay?

So, do you want to show me where that is?

Come on, just watch your step.

(Eliza) I'll do a full neuro.

(Pete) Okay, Jilkarrie'll have antivenom, do you want me to call them?

Nope, we'll get him straight to Dubbo for a CT, we'll get the antivenom there.

But, Dubbo's an hour further, he needs it as soon as possible.

How would you know?

We don't even know it's definitely a bite.

All right, just a sec while you do the neuro.

Where are you going?

Confronting childhood trauma.

(thrilling music) (Zoe sniffles) (upbeat ringtone plays) (Mira) Excuse me a sec.

-Sure.

-Hey, you okay?

(Wayne) 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 gonna tell you.

So, how far along are you?

(Mira) 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 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... (somber music) Sorry, you know that's not what I meant, right?

No, that's fine.

Hey, listen, I have to go, can we chat tonight?

(Wayne) Sure.

(Mira) Hey, Zoe, are you okay?

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

-Okay, Potato's a... -A little blue bunny.

It's a soft toy and he doesn't go anywhere without it.

(Mira) It's all right, we'll find it.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, just take a minute.

(Zoe) I'm sorry.

♪ It's been a really hard year.

Max left and he... he said I wouldn't be able to manage out here on my own.

(Mira) Well, you are managing.

But, anxiety is contagious.

Otis will stay calm if you do.

-Okay.

-Take a breath.

♪ (Mira) Yes, we got him.

All right.

-Now we can go.

-Yeah.

(Zoe sobs happily) (muted muttering) (stomping) (insects chirping) (snake hisses) Shit, shit, shit, shit... (snake hisses again) (tense music) ♪ (Pete) Hey...it's a Death Adder.

-It's neurotoxic.

-How can you tell?

(Pete) It's a fat head and little wormy tail.

-It's a juvenile.

-It's good that it's young.

No, 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.

-Yeah.

(Zoe) I'm back, baby.

Are we leaving soon?

(Eliza) Right now.

Can we get him on the stretcher, please?

They said half past.

Wayne!

(Matty) I've never done a prisoner transfer before.

This is like a whole Con Air situation, hey?

(Graham) Con Air's rubbish.

The crims remove the C-123 transponder with their fingers and swap it into a live plane as a decoy-- (Matty) Yeah, it's so weird that you don't get invited to dinner parties.

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

(Graham) That'd be us, Leonie's got a month's leave.

-What?

Since when?

-Last week.

(Wayne) She never takes leave.

(Graham) Well, she has now.

It was in the roster.

-She didn't even mention it.

-She mentioned it in the roster.

(Wayne) Or she could have an actual human conversation with her SMO.

(Graham) Yeah, well, maybe some things are more important than work.

(Wayne) What does that mean?

(Graham) Just don't be so bloody righteous all the time.

-What's his problem?

-Actually seems chirpier than usual.

(car door opens) The guy said he's a lifer?

Which is, like, only for murder right?

What do you reckon he did?

(Wayne) We don't need to know.

G'day, Calvin, how are yous?

(Graham) Pilot Graham.

That's Flight Nurse Matty.

That's Doctor Yates.

Batons and cuffs, fine.

Capsicum spray, box please.

(Calvin) Jeez, not huge are they?

(Graham) Not the size that counts, wheels up in five.

(Matty) So, should we, um, expect any, um, issues?

(dark music) Suspect them when you least expect them, mate.

They'll try anything to get anything.

(Wayne) Wound's much more superficial than advertised.

That's good news.

Oh, good day, Troy, my name's Matty.

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

Bit of a biff in the old prison yard, was it?

Sorry, don't know why I said that.

Do I get a smoke before we go?

Sorry, oxygen fuel tanks, not a good mix.

I really need a smoke.

Let's get him a smoke.

(Wayne) Hey, you don't give us any grief, you can have this -when we land, all right?

-All right.

♪ (Pete) Hey, I'll give Jilkarrie a call about the antivenom.

(Eliza) No, we're still headed straight to Dubbo.

(Pete) But I showed you the photo.

(Eliza) 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.

(Pete) Yeah, from the ptosis, from the neurotoxicity from the bite.

Possibly, or from the head injury.

Except it-- I just, I really think this is envenomation.

(Eliza) And we'll get the antivenom in Dubbo.

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

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

What if we get stuck on the airstrip?

(Pete) We just give him adrenaline.

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

-Then we intubate him.

-Mid-air?

(Eliza) 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 antivenom as soon as possible.

(heavy music) ♪ Okay, fine.

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

(Pete) Yup.

♪ (plane engine rumbles) Feeling sick.

We can give you something for that.

Matty, four of Ondans.

-Can I sit up?

-Just do what they tell you.

(Wayne) Yeah, you can sit up.

There we go.

(Troy) Where are we?

(Wayne) Going over Cooranda, I believe.

(Troy) Thought so.

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

Up near Gingalee Creek.

(Wayne) Really?

My old man lived at Gingalee for years.

How old's your daughter?

Twenty eight.

This is her fault, really.

She's about to have a baby.

I was making her a rocking horse, or trying to.

Never much of a carpenter.

(Wayne) Well, thought that counts, eh?

I got a life sentence.

Thoughts are cheap.

Time counts.

-You got kids?

-Yeah.

Hey, don't feel too sorry for him.

No one forced him to pull the trigger.

Didn't ask for sympathy.

Graham, we got enough fuel for a little detour over Gingalee Creek?

Well, yeah, but-- (Wayne) You want to have a closer look?

(Troy) Really?

(Graham) Hang on, I'm the PIC, I'll make that call.

Sorry, I thought you just said-- (Graham) Technically we have enough fuel.

(Wayne) Well, then technically we have enough fuel for a five minute fly-over.

(Graham) 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?

Okay, no worries, as you were.

Fine.

Five minutes.

Much appreciated.

(engine's roar changes octave) Hey, where, what are we doing?

It'll take five minutes.

(ethereal music) ♪ (Cameron) Excuse me, little miss?

What time does the tour start?

(Taylor) No, don't joke now, I know it all by heart.

Who said I was joking?

What time do you go in?

Johnny's with Chaya 'til two so...

I've got time if you do.

(Taylor) Invented by Alfred Traeger in 1927, the Traeger pedal radio was actually powered using bicycle pedals, revolutionizing 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 all off the top of your head?

Yeah, I heard my mom 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?

(Cameron) 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 Johnny's feeling better.

(intense music) ♪ (plane engine rumbles) Look at that.

Never seen it from up here before.

It's better than I remember.

Where'd you used to camp?

(Troy) Up near the cascades, we had-- (heavy thump) Bugger.

What's wrong, was that window cracked?

(Matty) No, everything's all right, this happens all the time.

We're, um, we're okay.

Yeah, we're... We're okay, right Graham?

NITS chat, please.

And stay seated for this one, if explosive decompression occurs, you'll want your belt on.

Just gonna swap sides.

Staying seated.

(Graham) Now, due to an unscheduled detour, we've struck a very unlucky bird, fracturing the windscreen.

I think structurally we're okay, but visibility is compromised, so I'm gonna find an alternate.

You have five minutes to secure the cabin and prep for an emergency landing.

(Matty) Yeah, securing the cabin.

Hey, what's going on?

Everything's under control, this happens all the time.

I'm just going to secure the cabin, and prepare you all for an emergency landing.

Emergency landing, doesn't sound very under control.

(Matty) Oh, no, it's just protocol.

I'm going to show you guys the brace position, okay?

-Bird strike.

-Oh, God.

(Graham) Possible damage to the elevator.

(dramatic music) (nurse) Do 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 okay if I take this in with me?

Well, not usually, but... Why don't I put it just next to the bed?

Thanks.

(tense music) ♪ ♪ (distant conversation) ♪ (plane engine roars) (Pete) 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?

(Pete) Half of the bag is through.

BP is 115 on 65, he's doing well.

But that's all I can do for you, Captain Jack.

This is ridiculous.

(Zoe) How long does it take to work?

(Eliza) It can can be hard to predict, but we'll know soon enough.

(Pete) G'day, mate.

Hey, how you going?

(monitor pulses) (Eliza) Hi, Otis.

I turned into a pirate while you were asleep.

What do you think, does it suit me?

Smiling is really good.

It's a very good sign, good boy.

It means the paralysis has lifted.

(Zoe) So it's working?

Yes, the antivenom is counteracting the neurotoxins.

You hear that, Otie?

The medicine's working, you're gonna be okay.

(Pete) Otis, if Spider-man got his powers from a spider bite, do you think you might get some too?

Snake-boy?

What do you reckon?

(monitor pulses faster) (Pete) Otis?

Otis?

(Eliza) His breathing is labored.

Recheck BP.

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

(anxious music) Diffuse wheeze.

Zoe, does he have a history of asthma?

No, no wait, what's happening?

(Pete) Eliza, Urticaria on the arm, BP has just dropped to 60 on 40.

-That's anaphylaxis.

-What?

-Stop the infusion?

-Yes.

I have point two milligrams of adrenaline ready.

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

Hey, hey, are you all right to see?

-Yeah.

-Yeah, yeah.

(Eliza) Okay, Otis, you're going to get a small jab in your leg, just a little sting.

Okay, adrenaline in, let's see if that helps.

(Zoe) You're going to be okay, Otie.

(Eliza) And the rash is improving, that's great.

Okay, BP has improved.

Oh no, Otis?

Ptosis is back.

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

Start the antivenom again.

(Pete) What?

What about the anaphylaxis?

(Eliza) 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?

(Eliza) We need to see the paralysis and the anaphylaxis resolve.

Anything above 80 systolic is good enough.

Momma's right here, baby, Momma's right here.

I'm right here.

(tense music) (Pete) BP's 55, systolic.

(Eliza) Running the adrenaline.

♪ Come on, little man, come on.

♪ BP's 85.

Otis, can you open your eyes for me?

Hey baby, it's Momma, it's Momma just open your eyes.

(Eliza) Otis, open your eyes.

Open your eyes, Otis.

Oh, good boy!

-Good boy.

-Good boy.

All right, rash is going down too.

The antivenom is through, stop the adrenaline now.

(Zoe) Did it work?

Is he okay?

(Eliza) He's going to need some further care and some scans, but he's doing really well.

(calm music) (Pete) What'd you reckon, Otis?

Not bad for a pirate.

(monitor pulses rhythmically) (plane engine grumbles) (Graham) Right-o, ACC have found us a strip at Emberly Downs, two hundred kilometers from Dubbo.

Had to ask for a bloody detour.

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

Cockpit closed.

Snowflake neo-Marxists.

See?

This is what happens when you get soft for scum like him.

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

If we bloody land.

(Graham) Okay, I've found an airstrip, but the floods came through here so it might be a bit soft.

-Have they run it?

-In a one ton ute, yeah.

We'll see how we go in a five and a half ton plane.

What's going on?

Good news, they found us an airstrip, so we'll be landing soon, okay?

Just get us down, please!

(plane hums) (intense music) ♪ (male voice) Five hundred.

(laughter) You think this is funny?

(Troy) A bit.

(Calvin) We're about to die, what're you laughing about?

(Troy) Shorter life sentence.

(male voice) Four hundred.

(plane roars) (Calvin) You know what he did?

He killed two people, and you go and take him on a joyride.

This is what happens when you snowflakes go soft for animals like him.

(Troy) Soft?

Says a man shitting himself over a bumpy flight.

(male voice) Two hundred.

(Troy) And you worked the Chicken Run so don't pretend -you're the tough guy.

-Oh, shut your mouth.

(Troy) Or what?

We're gonna die.

What're you gonna do?

(Matty) No one's dying today, all right?

(male voice) One hundred.

(laughter continues) (Graham) Here we go.

(plane wheels thud) (yelping and laughing) (plane engine winds down) (intense music) ♪ I can't breathe.

-No you're okay.

-I can't breathe.

Just take some deep breaths, all right?

Look at me, deep breaths.

I can't breathe.

Just calm down, stay seated.

Calvin?

(Matty) Try and stay calm, Calvin, stay seated!

Just take deep breaths for me, okay?

(Calvin gasps and wheezes) Help me.

Keep looking at me.

Keep breathing, keep breathing.

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

(ethereal music) ♪ (Eliza) I'm going to go in, with these two, to the hospital for handover, make sure everything's all right, okay?

And get yourself checked out.

-I'm fine.

-Just get checked out.

We'll get you care and 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.

(Mira) What for?

It's about Leonie.

(Calvin gasps) (station owner) You all right, mate?

(Wayne) Calvin, just try and calm your breathing -for me, mate, okay?

-I am breathing.

I know how to breathe.

(Wayne) Look, just... Calvin, you could be having a heart attack, okay?

I need to do some tests.

Okay.

(gasping continues) You're okay.

Give us your hand, give us your hand.

You're doing all right.

All right, your BP's okay, 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 maneuver-- No, no, no, I'm not doing your bush medicine.

Get me a really doctor, yeah?

(rapid beeping) We got a signal?

(footsteps) (Eliza) Any word?

(Pete) Not yet, neuro's following up.

How's Otis?

(Eliza) Much better, his vitals are stable.

He just needs to get it out of his system now.

Yeah, I was pretty uncomfy after I got bitten.

Nathan was nice to me, for about a week.

Then went back to beating the snot out of me.

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

I will later, it's just...

It's feeling much better now.

(gentle music) ♪ Oh.

(Pete) Come here.

Happened to your left eye, didn't it?

♪ So, I guess I was right about the anaphylaxis.

(Pete) I don't know, he didn't go into respiratory arrest, I'll call it a draw.

It's just a little scratch.

(upbeat ringtone trills) ♪ It's Graham.

Is everything all right?

(Graham) Eliza?

Got Wayne for you.

Eliza, I've 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.

(ethereal music) Calvin!

The doc.

(Wayne) Baz, can I borrow the Esky?

(Eliza) I'm Doctor Harrod, and what you've been asked to do is called a Valsalva maneuver, and it's the best choice given your heart rhythm, to stop you losing consciousness.

(Calvin) 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.

(Wayne) So, if you want to refuse treatment I'll need you to sign that form, okay?

Because you're heart rate's 220, and I don't want to be sued when it explodes.

No, no, okay.

So, I have your consent to treat it?

Yes, just help me.

(Wayne) All right, well you've 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 the-- -Just fix it, yeah?

Right-o.

What?

(Calvin shouts) (collective laughter) There you go, back to sinus.

(Eliza) Did Wayne just ice bucket him?

I believe so, thanks for the advice, Doc, very helpful.

(Pete) Hey, Eliza.

Something's happened with Leonie, they've nicked a vessel.

(Graham) Leonie?

What's going on?

Are you in Dubbo?

Just, anything available, all right?

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, Gray, I had no idea, okay?

I can't get a plane from anywhere.

(Wayne) It's okay, all right, we'll get there.

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

No.

In 35 years, I haven't pulled rank once.

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

We're getting to Dubbo tonight.

Fair enough.

(gentle music) ♪ (cell phone beeps) ♪ (male voice) You have one new message.

(Dr. Stanley) Hi, Dr. Stanley from RFDS Clinical Governance, calling here in regard to the failed airway at White Cliff's Rodeo a few weeks ago.

I just wanted to inform you a critical incident review has been launched into the events.

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

(somber music) ♪ (Eliza) You should go get some sleep.

(Mira) So should you.

(Eliza) I don't have to fly a nine million dollar sardine tin in the morning.

Hey, thank you for your help today with Zoe.

(Mira) It's okay, 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 gonna get some food, do you guys want anything?

-No.

-No.

(Eliza) So, are we just gonna 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 all right.

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.

(Pete) Yeah, but, things, you say things, 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.

(Graham) Hi, how is she?

(Eliza) Still no word.

(Pete) How did you get here?

(Matty) Graham went full diva on ACC.

It was sick you should have seen him.

(Wayne) Is Mira here?

Cafeteria.

(somber music) ♪ (Mira) I mean, one minute I'm excited, and the next minute I'm completely terrified.

It would change everything.

Completely handbrake our careers.

(Wayne) Yup.

(Mira) How do you really feel about it?

(Wayne) Excited and terrified.

But if you're ten weeks, we don't have to make any big decisions just yet, right?

(Mira) True.

(Wayne) And there might be other reasons we can't do it anyway.

So, why don't we just wait and see?

(Mira) Yeah.

What about Layla?

Mira?

It's done, they got everything and stemmed the bleeding.

(Matty) So, what animals haven't you hit now, Gray?

There was the deer... (Mira) There's been a horse, a 'roo... (Matty) Well, now there's the owl.

(Graham) 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.

(Leonie) Don't forget the goat.

(Mira) Hey... What are you all doing here?

Didn't want to bother you.

(Pete) No, it's zero bother, mate.

(Wayne) You had us all worried.

And I feel like a total dickhead.

I'm sorry.

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

(Wayne) Graham decided to leave Kilo at Gingalee.

-It was your detour.

-What?

Yeah, I 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.

(pleasant music) ♪ (dramatic music) ♪ ♪