(car crashes) I need to tell you something.

There's been a car accident.

-It's your brother's family.

-What?

(Wayne) I'm sorry mate, we did everything we could for her.

(thoughtful guitar music) ♪ (Darren) I can take care of Uncle Timmy.

He took care of me.

Uncle Timmy?

I told him to take his pills.

(Wayne) I know, but you can't force him.

Well, I decided I'm gonna move to Dubbo.

I know dad thinks I'm leaving 'cause of the baby, but it's not.

(Pete) The roster was in chaos.

This isn't a witch hunt.

(Pete) I don't have a problem with the review or with you.

(Eliza) Well, clearly you do!

I feel every time-- (Pete) Yeah, well, we both know I have no control over how you feel.

(grunting) -Uh, what was that-- -That's another patient.

He came in drunk this morning.

(panting) (Matty) Timmy!

(Raelene) So you guys deal with this guy a lot.

He's Wayne's brother.

(groaning) -Hey, no.

No, no.

-Shocking.

(device shocks) (tense music) ♪ (device beeping) (soft guitar music) ♪ ♪ (Matty) Oy, greybeard.

Hm?

(Matty) I'm worried about him.

(Graham) He seems to be dealing okay.

(Matty) Yeah, that's why I'm worried about him.

I should say something.

(Graham) Just give him space.

(Matty) I'm gonna say something.

You all right there?

Yeah, just checking, uh, oxygen levels.

-Still two liters a minute.

-Hm.

Are you sure I can't do anything today?

You got a spare Karkalti?

-Uh-- -Wooden bowl for smoking.

Last smoking ceremony, Timmy borrowed uncle Freddo's, didn't give it back for six months.

And now, Freddo won't lend it to us.

Gotta find another one.

How 'bout catering?

I'm--I'm good, thanks.

(uplifting guitar music) ♪ (Leonie) Oy.

♪ Donuts for the road.

I'm not that hungry.

Don't say something you'll regret.

Here.

Make sure you make space for... just to feel whatever it is you're feeling.

(gentle guitar music) ♪ (Wayne) What are you doing?

(Matty) Road trip.

Come on, I got a podcast ready to go.

(Wayne) It's gonna take a while.

(Matty) No worries, I got hours of 'em.

-Can wait in the car.

-Matty.

You won't even know I'm here!

I highly doubt that.

(Matty chuckles) ♪ (Matty) Now listen, I got true crime, history, and comedy, what's your poison?

♪ Oh, those donuts?

♪ Oh.

Hi.

Hey.

Hey, how's Wayne?

Ah, honestly, I don't know.

He doesn't stop, he's just finished a double shift, and now he's driving to Menindee for the smoking ceremony, but that's men's business, so I can't even help with that.

And how are you?

Oh, y'know.

Sad, worried, hungry, nauseous.

Growing an alien inside of me while my baby daddy falls apart, the usual.

-What about you?

-No, don't worry about me.

Hey.

(Mira) Hey, what have we got?

(Eliza) 41-year-old male, 74 kilos in Lightning Ridge.

Presented this morning with a knife wound to the chest.

-Okay, so, ground cabin?

-Yeah.

(Pete) I got two units of o-neg, we looking at a pneumo?

Not according to the locum.

They said that breath sounds and X-ray were fine, sats were normal.

But he does have a mental health history of schizophrenia, which is why Chaya's tagging along.

He's her patient.

(Chaya) Morning.

All right, okay, good.

Gold.

Well, I'd really love to go in the next 15, ah, trauma pack and-- Anti-psychotic drugs?

-Yeah.

-Yeah?

Roger that.

(soft music) ♪ Well, at least the in-flight entertainment will be a good distraction.

I'm glad to help.

(Chaya) So, Glen is a lovely but troubled 41-year-old opal miner.

Was scheduled under a community treatment order after suffering persecutory delusions, some auditory hallucinations, and self-harm.

What kind of self-harm?

(Chaya) Presented at an ED when he was found bleeding in a servo toilet after cutting his own scrotum.

I mean, he said he needed to remove his testicles so that "they" couldn't get them.

Who's they?

The government, maybe?

I dunno, it wasn't really clear.

(Eliza) But he wasn't suicidal.

(Chaya) No, no.

Clear he didn't wanna die.

Well, chest wound's a bit of a step up from cutting your own scrotum though.

What was the government gonna do with his testicles?

(upbeat guitar music) ♪ (Eliza) If Pete does obs, Chaya you do a risk assessment and I'll go talk to the locum.

(Pete) Yeah yeah, yeah, you got it.

All right.

-You all right?

-Yeah, why?

(Chaya) Well, you just-- normally you'd have made about five scrotum jokes by now.

(Pete) There's nothing funny about that.

Geez.

(Chaya) Is it, um... is it me and Eliza working together?

(Pete) Why would it be?

(Chaya) Ah, I dunno, your ex, and your-- whatever I am, I'm your friend with benefits, colleague with perks.

(Pete) Yeah, but she's not my ex.

(Chaya) I'm just saying, if you're feeling strange about your previous sexual partner and your-- your as-yet uncategorized current sexual partner working together, that wouldn't-- Well I'm--I'm not.

It's not anything.

I'm fine, I'm fine.

(Chaya) Glen!

It's Chaya, how you doing?

(Glen) Chaya, hey.

What are you doing here, actually?

We came to see how you are.

-This is Dr. Harrod.

-Hi.

(Chaya) This is Pete, he's a nurse.

Hey, do you mind, Glen, if we hook some of this gear up to ya?

I do, actually, what does it do?

(Eliza) Well, that's gonna listen to your heart, and this is gonna listen to your chest.

(Chaya) It's all right, Glen, you can trust them.

All right, fine.

(Eliza) It's all right.

Do your family know you're here?

(Glen) Yeah.

He's the reason I'm in here.

(Chaya) Who is?

(Glen) My brother?

Um, Mobby.

He did this to me, he stabbed me.

Did you...tell the police?

(Glen) What?

Why would I do that?

They're in on it mate.

Mobby's paid them off.

(Pete) Hey, his, um, his vitals are a bit off.

Resp rate's mid 20s, sats down to 95, pulse 96, BP's dropped a bit, 100 on 50.

Glen?

(Glen whimpers) I'm just going to feel your neck.

You're okay.

(groans) (Eliza) Gently.

You're all right.

(Eliza) No signs of significant pneumo.

That's good.

Could you come here a second please?

Yeah.

He thinks it's his money, okay?

He's trying to steal it from me.

Do you understand me?

It's my crystal, it's not his.

He says he found it, it's bullshit.

You mean opals?

-Yes.

-Yeah?

(Glen) I found it on my half of the claim.

-Do you understand?

-Yep.

(Glen) Right, his broke, lazy, lying arse is just trying to steal it from me.

Do you understand?

Mm-hm.

Say, hang on, if your brother's broke, how did he pay those police?

-You calling me a liar, mate?

-No, no, no.

(Glen) 'Cause it sounds like you're calling me a liar!

(Chaya) Glen, how are your orchids going?

Are they flowering?

-Um, yes, they are, actually.

-Yeah?

(Glen) Yeah, you should see the colors on them, the, the dendrobiums, it's like bloody Mardi Gras.

(laughing) All that color.

Um.

Nothing like the vandas though.

Oh, 'course not.

(Eliza) I'm going to take a look with the ultrasound.

(Glen) No.

Absolutely not, no ultrasound.

No!

No!

Sorry, no, just... No ultrasounds, that's how they connect to the microchips, do y'know what I mean, just, can we not have any more machines please, just-- (Chaya) Glen, listen, um, a microchip, that's metal, right?

So, if it's in there, the machine will pick it up.

Well, what do you reckon?

Okay, last, last, last one, then.

Last one.

(soft music) ♪ (podcast man) For 10 years we'd been saving up to get our own place out in the desert, the red dust and the big sky.

He was missing that day, and when I got home I found him.

He was barely breathing, and-- (Matty) Um, how 'bout some tunes, hey?

(podcast man) Not breathing.

What's your vocal range again?

I bet you're a baritone.

Oh yeah?

Why?

Just your jaw structure.

I go all right at karaoke.

(Matty laughs) (Chaya) Okay, definite signs of psychosis, but he does have a brother.

(Pete) It doesn't mean he stabbed him.

(Chaya) No, but maybe the delusions were triggered by the attack, not the other way around.

(Eliza) Do you think he'll be compliant with treatment and transfer?

(Chaya) We can't section him unless he's lost the capacity to reason and is a risk to himself or others.

And he's definitely never hurt anyone.

(Eliza) Well, we don't have any proof of that.

(Pete) I don't want to find that out at 20,000 feet.

Again.

The repercussions of being sectioned are huge.

(Eliza) I don't want to do it.

I'm just saying that if he refuses treatment, we can apply a temporary treatment order, then get him to the psychiatrist in town who can determine whether to schedule him or not.

(Glen moaning) (Eliza) Are you all right Glen?

(Glen) Can't breath.

(Pete) Yeah, sats are dropping.

(soft, tense music) (Eliza) Subcutaneous emphysema.

Can I see the original x-ray, please?

(Pete) Hey, uh, Chaya, can you help with this?

-Yeah.

-Just hook that up.

(Pete) It's all right, Glen.

-(Glen groans) -You all right?

(Eliza) There.

There's a small gap between the lung and the chest wall.

-Pneumothorax?

-Can't breathe.

(Pete) Um, Eliza?

♪ (Glen) What's happening?

(Eliza) Gently, Glen.

Air from your lungs is getting trapped inside your chest, and now we'll have to do something to release it.

(Pete) Chest drain?

Sutures, yeah?

(Eliza) Chaya, can you prep ketamine and local?

Yeah.

♪ -Slow, deep breaths.

-Okay.

♪ Thank you.

(Taylor) You're not even at your own base?

(Darren) They needed the help, so.

Isn't the smoking ceremony in a few hours?

Don't want anyone else to die 'cause a plane's not ready, so.

Darren, there's plenty of other engineers here, are you sure you're not just avoiding?

Nah, can we just...

I'm not Cameron, all right?

I'm not your patient.

I just... Don't...mental health me.

We call them clients, and I'm not.

You're my boyfriend.

I love you and I'm worried about you.

Listen, I know what it's like to avoid, because I did that.

And it didn't help at all.

(soft music) ♪ Can we just... can we talk after this?

♪ Okay.

♪ (Chaya) Do you really think he's gonna get violent?

(Pete) He seemed pretty agitated to me.

Glen Parvidis, where is he?

I'm his brother, okay?

I'm family, where is he?

(nurse) I understand, sir.

I'm gonna check in the system now for you, please calm down.

(tense music) ♪ (Eliza) We have blood, it's a hemopneumothorax.

Let's see how much comes out and whether it eases off.

So what do you think the knife hit?

(Eliza) We won't know 'til he's had a scan at a much bigger hospital than this.

Dubbo's closest, right?

(Pete) Yeah.

(Chaya) Ah, cops are on another callout, 80ks away.

(door rattling) ♪ (banging) (Mobby) Glen, you in there?

(suspenseful music) ♪ We need to get him to Dubbo for surgery as soon as possible.

And, um, how do you suppose we do that?

(Mobby) Where are ya?

Glen!

♪ (Pete) Not far now, champ.

(Mobby) Glen?

(Chaya) Pete.

(Mobby) Glen, where are ya mate?

I just wanna talk, all right?

♪ (Chaya sobbing) ♪ (Chaya) I don't understand, he was fine this morning, what happened?

Answer me!

(Mobby) Where are ya?

C'mon, man, I just need to talk to ya!

(Pete) Go, go, go, go, go, go!

♪ This is gonna take a while, you sure you're just gonna wait?

Oh yeah, I'm fine, I got days of Insta DMs to catch up on.

So, I'm here if you need me.

(Malcolm) Hey, my brother, how are ya?

(melancholic piano music) ♪ (indistinct whispering) ♪ (Raelene) Hi, I--I just wanted to-- It's men's business in here today.

(Raelene) Okay.

Okay, sorry.

♪ (door opens) ♪ (door closes) Oh!

Boston creams, my favorite!

I know.

This is nice of you.

Really?

People lose family members and all I can do is donuts.

Never discount the value of a well-timed bakery treat.

(Graham) Oh, Darren?

If you find a little toy Nomad under a panel somewhere, give us a yell?

-What, your Nomad?

-Mm.

(Leonie) What?

What happened to it?

(Graham) Oh, just, when I took it off, mustn't have stuck it back on properly, it flew away.

(Darren) Ah, shit!

(air hissing) (soft music) (Graham) Get back.

(Leonie) What?

What's happened?

(Graham) This gas is toxic.

Get the first aid rep, get everyone outta here.

(Leonie) Everyone, we need to evacuate the area!

(Graham) Drop what you're doing and get out!

♪ (Darren) Sorry, there was a mat on the ground, I didn't know that the panel was out underneath.

Yeah, it's not exactly in the textbooks.

♪ (Taylor) Oh my God, Darren, what happened?

Are you all right?

(Darren) Dickhead's what happened.

How far have I pushed it back?

(Leonie) Hey, my screw-up caused a multi-day incident review, so this is nothing.

Why don't you get changed?

Base needs to be decontaminated anyway.

Graham, we should do the safety report.

(Graham) Ah, yeah, for sure.

(door closes) (Taylor) You wanna go to Menindee?

(Darren) It's just that... (soft music) ...if I see him, then it means he's really gone.

♪ (Taylor) That's why we've gotta go.

♪ (Pete) So, how long's your brother been here?

(Glen) We moved out here together, y'know?

Got our claim together, got a couple of seams too.

Made our money together.

Then we lost it.

(chuckles) I'll show ya, I'll show ya, mate, we were real close.

Can you grab my phone, please, Chaya?

But we were always brothers, mate.

And then, I don't know what happened, but he changed.

(Chaya) Ah, you've got keys and a wallet, but can't see a phone.

(Glen) Um...

I think, I think I've left it at home.

M--Mob--Mobby knows my PIN.

So sorry.

Like, he knows my PIN, so I, I, I need to get my phone.

Okay, well, can we call someone to pick it up for you?

No, no, I don't-- there's no one, so I--I need to get my phone.

Can we, can we, can we go to my house, please, I need to get my phone.

(Eliza) We need to get you to a hospital as soon as possible.

Yeah, well, I can't leave without my phone, so-- (Pete) We're almost at the plane, mate, time's a bit of an issue for us.

My phone has everything on it, my whole life's on that thing, so I, I'm not gonna leave without it.

(Eliza) Your chest is full of air and blood where it shouldn't be and you might need surgery, so how 'bout we just ask the police?

No!

No police!

Please!

Don't call them, if you call them I'm gonna leave, okay?

Just get me my phone.

Please, just pull over.

Pull Over!

Okay, Glen, it's okay.

Just take a big breath, and just let us figure something out, okay?

We'll figure something out.

(soft, tense music) ♪ (Pete) I love it, the one device that actually is tracking him.

I think it's time for that treatment order now.

If we end up intubating for safety, I'd prefer now rather than in the air.

-Yeah, I second that.

-The last psych ward he was in terrified him, okay?

He's been doing well on his meds-- -Until now.

-He was stabbed.

(Pete) All right.

♪ Hey, Glen?

(Glen) Yes?

Yes, mate?

Mate, do you remember where you left your phone?

(Glen) Yeah, it's on my bedside table.

♪ Do we still have his keys?

Yeah, they're in there.

Why?

Mate, if I promise to go and get it, will you lie back and have a rest?

(Glen) Yes, absolutely.

-Yeah?

-Yes, mate, I promise, I will.

(Pete) All right, all right.

C'mon.

♪ (Pete) This here, Glen?

(Glen) Yep, yep, yep, yep, this is it.

(Chaya) Glen, I just need you to be quiet, all right?

We're gonna figure something out, so we just need you to breath and be calm, okay?

(Glen) Okay, yeah, yeah, thank you, thank you.

Back in a tick.

(Chaya) Pete, there are procedures and insurance issues for where we can go as mental health nurses-- (Pete) Well, I'm not a mental health nurse.

Yeah, you're hardly acting like any kind of nurse right now.

(Eliza) I know you're questioning things, but big decisions don't necessarily make better ones.

Well, I woulda had it by now.

(Eliza sighs) Too harsh?

No.

He's been impossible since the review started.

(Eliza) Oh, I think it's everything with Wayne's brother.

I think it's bringing up a lot for him.

(Chaya) Did you know Pete's brother well?

(Eliza) Never met him.

I arrived the week it happened, though.

(Chaya) How did he handle it?

(Eliza) It was so horrific, I don't think there was a way to handle it.

(Chaya) Oh, shit.

It's Glen's brother.

I will call Pete-- what are you doing?

(Eliza) Hello!

Hi!

My name's Eliza, I'm with the Royal Flying Doctors Service, as you can see from my reflective uniform and--and badge.

(Mobby) Yeah, what do you want?

(Eliza) Um, we... appear to have gotten ourselves lost, and you'd think I would know how to use a phone in the desert, but, um, -do you have reception?

-Well, where're you going?

We're headed to the airstrip.

(Mobby) Okay, up there, then take a right on Ryan, there's signs.

(Eliza) Up there, right on Ryan, right on Ryan--just a second!

Um, fuel, for the car?

Um, I'd look it up on my phone, but um, it's just really quite remote here-- (Mobby) Yeah, it's all on Ryan Street, okay?

(Eliza) All on Ryan Street?

Perfect, right on Ryan?

-Yeah.

-Thank you so much.

(Eliza) You better have that phone.

(Pete) Here ya go, Glen.

(indistinct whispering) -Can I help you?

-I just wanted to pay my respects.

-Well, consider them paid-- -And to explain, I-- (Wayne) Raelene, please, don't.

I was very, very tired that day.

And...and, y'know, he--he-- The situation wasn't simple.

He seemed like he was very drunk.

Oh, well, he wasn't.

I got the toxicology this morning.

Here, there ya go.

See that?

Zero blood alcohol.

(Raelene) Yeah, uh, well, it-- but even so, he seemed like he was really-- (Wayne) And so what if he was, Raelene?

Doesn't matter if he was drunk.

(Wayne) He needed your help.

Okay?

He's a human being!

Raelene!

You had two patients that day who had issues.

(Malcolm) Come on, Wayne, my brother, settle down.

(Wayne) Two patients who were agitated.

And you helped one of them, and you didn't help the other one.

That's all there is to it, okay?

And only you can answer why.

Respect?

He doesn't need your respect now, Raelene.

He's in there!

He needed it when he was alive, okay, he needed your help.

And instead what did you do?

You didn't help him, you shoved him in a bloody storage room like he was some sort of animal.

It's too bloody late, Raelene, okay?

It's too-- It's too-- (Wayne groans) -Wayne, oy, brother!

-Get help.

(Malcolm) Oy, oy!

Help!

Help, Matty!

(panting) (Malcolm) He's gone down, Wayne-- (Matty) Wayne, what's-- Wayne, Wayne, Wayne, Wayne, are you okay?

Get him on a bed, please.

(soft, tense music) All right, here we go, c'mon.

(groaning) ♪ Head up, get that oxygen on him.

Where's the ECG?

(Raelene) It's there.

(Matty) Ah, that trolley, can you grab that trolley please?

Wayne?

Here, here, I'm here.

It could be an infarct.

That's, um, GTN tablets and aspirin, yeah?

-I'll get them.

-Great.

(Matty) I need to get these open.

♪ Ah, ah, subcut morphine, please, for the pain.

-Yep.

-I'm here with you, Wayne.

I'm here with you.

Here they are.

(Malcolm) Come on, you've got this, mate.

(Matty) Okay.

(Graham) Closest plane Dubbo have is five hours away.

(Leonie) Yeah, central doesn't have any assets either.

I assume kilo is-- (Graham) No, days away.

♪ We have to task Mira, don't we?

♪ (Eliza) Well, that was particularly foolhardy and incredibly stupid.

Then why are you smiling?

(Eliza) I'm not.

(Pete) What we should really be debriefing about is who wins the Oscar out of the two of you?

(Chaya) Oh, well, what can I say: I was Gilmer in Saint Catherine's much lauded year ten production of Godspell.

(Eliza) Oh my God, you were in Godspell?

-Yeah.

-I was too!

(Chaya) What?

Who did you play?

(Eliza) Well, I was Jesus, actually.

(Chaya) Oh, of course you were Jesus.

(phone ringing) (Leonie) Mira, can you put Pete on?

Ah, yep.

Pete?

Leonie on the sat phone.

Thank God for that.

Lee, sorry for busting your turnarounds, we only just dropped Glen in Dubbo now.

It's not that, can you isolate on comms for a second?

Uh, yeah.

(Matty) C'mon, c'mon, okay.

Um...

Okay, great.

We need to get a line in, all right?

(exhales) Wayne?

There's some ST segment elevation on your ECG.

This is consistent with a heart attack.

Troponin.

T--Troponin.

(soft, tense music) ♪ Um, when that's in, we need to get some blood for the--for the gas and the troponin.

And he's gonna need some IV fentanyl, okay?

(tense music) ♪ (Eliza) Continue serial ECGs, I'll call you back.

Matty thinks it's a STEMI, we have to get there.

Do we tell Mira?

(Chaya) She knows he's in Menindee.

(Pete) And when we tell her the weight she's gonna ask who it is.

Hey Miz, we just got a tasking request, any chance of a diversion to a patient, 88 kilos?

Yeah, sure.

Where are they?

Uh, 80ks from here.

Okay, any particular direction?

Look, it's--it's Wayne.

He's got chest pain.

-What?

-Matty's with him, they're -at the Menindee Clinic-- -What is it?

-Is it a heart attack?

-It's okay, Mira, we'll know more with tests.

-Well, why are we waiting?

-Are we good for fuel?

Yes, absolutely, I'm calling it in now, isolating you.

Centre Flydoc 257, request?

Flydoc 257 request clearance, present position direct to Menindee.

♪ (Taylor) When are you going to Dubbo?

(Darren) I don't know.

Don't know how I can anymore.

(cell phone ringing) (Darren) So what's the deal with this guy?

(Taylor) He's a client, Darren.

When I first met him, he... ...he called me angel.

(Darren) Right.

It was just like how mom used to say it.

It was really weird.

And he just... he reminds me so much of dad.

(soft music) Before he was... ♪ ...when the depression hit.

♪ I know it's dumb.

But there was some part of me that thought it was... ♪ I dunno.

(Darren) A sign?

♪ (soft, tense music) ♪ Do you want to come in with us?

♪ Ah... no, we'll be back in the air quicker if I-- if I have the plane ready to go.

♪ (Chaya) Can I help?

♪ (Pete) No, we're okay, can you just stay here with her?

(Chaya) Yeah.

Yeah, 'course.

♪ (Graham) Mira, Graham.

There's a lot of water in Menindee, and the temperature's a scratch above dew point, so be ready for rolling fog.

♪ Okay, copy.

♪ But Mira, you've got the lowest safe, right?

Yep, 300 feet.

You don't have visibility below 300, you pull up.

(Graham) Do not go below 300 if you can't see the runway, do you understand?

Yes, I understand.

Cabin prepped for landing.

Cockpit closed for landing.

♪ (EGPWS voice) 1,000.

♪ 500.

♪ 450.

♪ 400.

♪ 350.

♪ Approaching minimums.

Approaching decision-- (Graham) Mira, do you have visibility?

-Mira, do you copy?

-300.

Minimums, minimums, minimums.

-Mira?

-Minimums, minimums, minimums.

(Graham) Mira?

(EGPWS voice) 250.

♪ 200.

Mira!

(alarms blaring) Shit!

(aircraft engine revving) 250.

♪ 300.

♪ 350.

♪ I need an alternate.

(Graham) We've called Oakridge station, they're happy to help but there's no one there to pick you up, so, uh, we'll have to find you a ride.

♪ Taylor's driving Darren out.

(Graham) Mira, copy that?

Copy that.

♪ (grunts) ♪ Um, there was too much fog, they're gonna be another half hour.

(Raelene) But the heart rate's a hundred.

And BP's 85 systolic.

(Matty) Hang in there, mate, hang in there.

(tense music) ♪ Heart rate's still irregular.

♪ (Darren) Dad?

Oh, thank God, look who's here.

BP's 80, systolic.

(Matty stuttering) (Wayne groans) He's in so much pain despite the morphine-- (Pete) It's all right, mate, we'll take over.

Troponin positive, Eliza.

There's no reciprocal ST depression.

Let's get a probe on him.

Yeah, ultrasound?

Ultrasound, yeah?

♪ (Darren) Is he okay?

Is he okay?

(Eliza) We're doing the best we can, Darren.

(Wayne groans) (Pete) C'mon, Wayne, fight, mate, fight!

(Darren) You're all right, Dad.

I'm here, mate, okay?

♪ Dilated and hypokinetic LV.

♪ Severely reduced systolic function.

♪ (Darren) Is it a heart attack?

♪ I think...it's takotsubo.

♪ (Darren) What does that mean?

♪ (Chaya) Hey.

Hey, hey, hey, they're with him now.

(Mira) Yeah, yup, yup.

Yup.

(Pete) Hey, Chaya, you there?

(Chaya) Yup.

(Mira) Pete, what's happening?

(Pete) Hey, Miz, um, all right, so, his heart has become enlarged, but not a heart attack.

It's called takotsubo, which is a temporary swelling of the left ventricle.

Okay, but what causes it?

(Pete) Uh, well, it's also called broken heart syndrome.

And it can happen at times of high stress, like this.

But he's gonna be okay, yeah?

Yeah, no, we gotta get him into hospital to get checked out, but yeah, he's--he's gonna be all right.

(soft music) Okay, thanks.

♪ (Graham) He's all right.

(Leonie) Oh, thank God.

I couldn't bear it if something else happened to one of you.

♪ I'd better... do the incident report.

♪ Yup.

♪ Hey, hey, are you okay?

-Yeah.

-Yeah?

♪ You scared the shit outta me.

♪ ♪ (Pete) Hey.

(Eliza) Hey.

(Pete groans) (Pete) Um, I just wanted to tell ya...

I was watching Mira today, and, geez, you made the right choice, y'know?

Back at Nate's accident, I shouldn't have been there, and you made the right call.

Thank you.

I appreciate that.

(Pete) And, bloody... sorry for running off today.

(laughs) That's all right.

Actually, it was sort of exciting, in an "Indiana Jones" kind of way.

(Pete) Anyway... Sleep well, and thanks for saving my arse.

Any time.

Oh, also-- Yeah?

The critical incident review is going to clinical governance tomorrow.

And my recommendation is that, clinically, there's nothing that could've been done differently.

Though, there could be some procedural and communication improvements.

(Pete) There you go, saving my arse again.

♪ You saved your own arse.

And you saved the patient.

♪ I hope you know that.

♪ ♪ (Chaya sighs) (Chaya) Well, that was intense.

(Pete) Hey, yeah, yeah.

How is old mate Glen?

(Chaya) Ah, good, he's stable and he's on his meds.

And he's agreed to talk to the police about his brother.

(Pete) Well done you.

You're bloody good at your job, ain't you?

But you know that.

(Chaya) Mm, didn't feel like it today.

(Pete) Hey, whaddya mean?

If it wasn't for you, he wouldn't have let us anywhere near him.

Yeah, I meant with you.

Like me being completely oblivious to how connected all this is to Rhiannon and your brother.

(Pete) Well, you're not my therapist.

(Chaya) No, I'm not.

I'm your-- (Pete) What was it?

As yet uncategorized -current sexual partner?

-Yeah.

(Pete) That's like something out of a Jane Austen novel, isn't it?

Oh, wow.

Or girlfriend.

Whatever you prefer.

Really?

♪ M'kay, are we, um, so we're going steady?

Yeah, going steady.

If you like.

♪ Yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

I like.

♪ (Wayne) I saw him.

(Mira) What?

(Wayne) Timmy.

In the clinic, I saw him.

Clear as day.

I was on the bed.

And then he left.

And I feel guilty for even saying this... ...but there was a moment there... ...where I wanted him to take me with him.

(Mira) I'm so glad you didn't.

(Wayne) I don't know if I know how to be a dad, Miz.

-Hey, that's-- -Without him, I don't know if I know what I'm doing.

(Mira) Well, neither do I. I have no idea.

We can learn together, okay?

(Wayne) What's this?

Chicken and corn.

(Wayne) I can't believe you've become a chef just before you leave us.

(laughing) Yeah, about that, I um.

I actually think I'm gonna stick around.

(Wayne) You sure?

Yeah.

I love babies, it'll be fun.

(Wayne) But she'll be here whenever you come back, mate.

Mm.

You should go live your life.

That's what Timmy would want.

Yeah.

(soft music) ♪ (Pete) Knock, knock.

♪ (Wayne) Hey.

-More food?

-Yep, another cliché.

Salmon though.

♪ Good for your ticker.

(Wayne) You're a good man.

Barramundi was too expensive.

(laughing) ♪ So you know you're gonna take a break now?

Even if we have to lock you inside.

(Wayne) Well, I'm thinking of taking an indefinite one.

I've been doing this job for what, nearly a decade now?

Thinking, if I could just get through that little racist joke, or ignore that cabbie that drives past me, take a breath every time that specialist dismisses me, maybe then I'll be able to change things.

And now I'm Senior Medical Officer, and what's changed?

Nothing.

Couldn't even save my own brother.

Mate, I didn't even smoke his body.

(Pete) What are we doing here, then?

(Darren) Sorry I sprung Dubbo on you like I did.

(Taylor) That's all right.

Darren, I get it.

If you have to go...

Otherwise, you'll always wonder "what if".

But, uh... ...it'd be without you, wouldn't it?

I know it's... ...painful here.

And there's memories everywhere, but...

I think I'm meant to just...

I kinda wanna just... ...lean into it.

(soft music) ♪ (Wayne) Hey, sorry to interrupt.

♪ Feel like a drive?

♪ Yeah.

♪ (male vocalist) ♪ The moon lights a path ♪ ♪ ♪ And the stars ♪ welcome you home ♪ ♪ ♪ Now we will carry you ♪ ♪ ♪ Love only grows ♪ ♪ ♪ Wound of our nation ♪ ♪ ♪ Healing of hope ♪ ♪ ♪ The gift I was given ♪ ♪ ♪ This jewel I have known ♪ ♪ ♪ And I will carry you ♪ ♪ ♪ Carry you home ♪ ♪ (vocalizing) ♪ (vocalizing) ♪ (vocalizing) ♪ ♪ ♪ (bright music) ♪ ♪