Did your mum ever plan to do this place up?

Rent the shearers' quarters out to outback tourists?

I plan to have it up and running by the time I get out here fulltime.

[engine running] You-- you want a hand?

-I love you.

-You too.

Two weeks.

I'm not going anywhere.

You scared the hell out of me.

It's nice to be wanted though, eh?

What are you two calling each other these days?

No labels, no expectations.

It's the key to a healthy relationship.

Kylie, my name's Mira.

You've been in an accident.

Are you guys married?

-Boyfriend.

He's a doctor.

-Good for you, sister.

[woman 1] Well, hang onto that one.

Actually, there's a few things I want to talk to you about.

-Me too.

-Remember that application I fired off to Melbourne Hospital?

It's come back as an offer, and I'm thinking of accepting it.

[dramatic music playing] [woman crying] [dramatic music playing] [exhales] Bit of a nightmare there, big dog?

Yeah.

Dreamt I was stuck on a plane with you.

[laughing] [serene music playing] [Pete] Morning!

Hey, I was thinking we could... [coughs] Hey, mate.

Hey, Pete.

I thought you were on night shift.

No, no, no, day.

I'm about to head in.

Well, I'm famished.

[clears throat] [door opens] -Morning!

-Hey!

Hey, actually can I get your advice on something?

It's about Taylor.

You do realize my only child has just fled the continent to get away from me?

No, no, it's more as, um, as a woman.

-Well, this'll be interesting.

-Like hormones and consequences.

-Ah, is she having sex?

-No, no, no.

No.

I mean, maybe.

I don't know.

Oh!

Protection, contraception, consent.

The rest is kind of up to her.

Yeah, righto.

Okay, pretend I'm Taylor.

-What would you say?

-What would I-- what?

Hooroo, Uncle Pete!

You said you wanted to have a yarn.

Accent is... horrible.

Well guess what?

I'm pregnant and I have chlamydia.

Told you to stay away from him.

Oh, that's not about me, obviously.

No, obviously.

Whoever that was, was South African-Kiwi.

Archie's on the phone.

He reckons he can get to the airstrip without moving the bite too much.

-What?

Bite.

-Right.

Oh, well, he's not sure.

Could be a King Brown, or maybe an Eastern.

This is my first snakebite.

Oh, excellent!

[laughs] [dramatic music playing] Nutmeg!

That's what that is.

-That's just wrong.

Taste that.

-No, I'm good mate.

Can't believe the Dutch traded Manhattan to the Brits for nutmeg.

[dramatic music playing] -You right?

-Yep.

So most of the time no venom is released, then?

Yeah, dry bite.

It'll just be a dry bite.

-We all good for Yagamba?

-Ready in ten.

Right.

So on a scale of brown snakes, King Brown is quite vicious, right?

We got a snakebite?

Well, the King Brown does cause bleeding and paralysis, but technically it's not a Brown snake at all.

King Browns aren't?

Come under the Black snake genus.

Yeah, 95 percent of the time, it's just a dry bite, or a stick.

Yeah, but if they do envenomate, real Brown snakes make you bleed uncontrollably.

-Don't they, Pete?

-Isn't your shift over?

Yeah.

Actually, I'm going to go see a movie.

Oh, yeah, which one?

Some Samuel L Jackson, that classic.

What's it called?

[both] Snakes On A Plane.

Ahh.

-[laughs] -Is that it?

Are we finished?

Because if you are, I'll be on my way to-- [all laugh] preparing to save a life.

I never pegged you for having a phobia of snakes.

Yeah, but it's not a phobia.

Then what was the time you found the Children's Python behind the microwave?

Yeah, but it's named after a fellow called Children, right?

-It's not a python for kids.

-Okay.

What, you're not afraid of anything?

Oh, lots of things.

Uh, dementia, public speaking, karaoke.

It's funnier on you for some reason.

Well, you know, Indiana Jones was scared of snakes.

Yeah, but he looked like Harrison Ford.

Well don't worry about me.

I go alright in an Akubra.

[laughs] Henry, hi.

How's it going?

Sorry, I can't quite hear you.

What do you mean, you're staying?

I mean... if that's what you want to do.

Can we...

I am listening to you.

Can we talk about this later?

I'm at work.

-You got a sec?

-Yeah, what's up?

I wanted to tell you before I went to the Chief.

It's my notice.

What?

Look, I wouldn't leave till the next rotation.

I thought what, venting you said.

-Yeah, I know, I'm sorry but I-- -Was that not true?

-Did, has something happened?

-No, you said it.

It's just there's opportunities there.

I feel like I have things to do and time is running out.

No, time's not running out.

I could do my Diploma while I was there.

You said it.

It-- it's been a huge couple of months.

Yeah, it has.

What about Mira?

Is she going too?

Ah, no, she's staying.

And I'm telling Darren today, so if you can keep that under your hat till then.

[mellow music playing] What's that one?

This room's called The Flame Spider.

Mum's favorite.

Righto, here we go.

Oh!

Oh my God!

-Yeah, boy!

-[laughs] [kisses] Oh my God.

-Hey, imagine.

-Mm?

We cut those walls out there, looking that way to sunset.

Yes.

Yes, we could have a foldout doors onto a deck.

I love that.

Yes.

Hey, you don't have to, but... Dad asked if maybe you wanted to come around for a feed today.

What?

What, a family interrogation?

[chuckles] What, you want to or not?

Of course.

-You are so gone!

-[both laugh] [dramatic music playing] I reckon it's just a dry bite.

Oh, we're just going to check these bloods to be sure.

Is Dad going to be okay?

I wrapped the bandage firm like the card said.

Oh, yeah, you did an amazing job.

We'll take good care of him, alright?

Do you like Shania Twain, Dylan?

Me too.

I used to sing her songs with Mum, before she died.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Breast cancer.

A few years ago.

You know, I used to take your Mum into the city, Dyl.

She was one of my favorites.

-Are we flying in that, too?

-We sure are.

Really?

Can't I just get the anti-venom here and let you guys go?

Only got one vial, mate.

You might need up to four.

Would it help to see it?

-No.

-No, not really.

I never know the difference between a King Brown and an Eastern-- No, no, no, mate!

Jeez!

Arch!

I thought you meant the bite.

Mate, not the snake.

I don't need to see the bite or the snake, just get him, gone.

Let him be free.

The antivenene covers all land snakes, Archie.

Not here, Arch!

Somewhere else, mate!

God!

Hey, Dylan, how about we get you on the plane?

-Dad won't be too far behind.

-Okay.

We need to keep you still.

Okay.

Right, I'll just go and prepare the cabin.

Well the good news is... your clotting looks normal.

What, so I don't need to fly?

It could still envenomate if we remove the bandage.

Why?

You don't like flying?

Oh, the only time I've been on a plane was when you lot used to take Sharn in for treatment.

Dylan gets.

ah, freaked out when she sees me worried.

If it does envenomate, you don't want to be stuck out here with Dylan alone.

[air blows] Dad, are you coming?

Yeah, mate.

Let's, ah... let's go on a plane ride, eh?

[dramatic music playing] Do you know how many country singers died in plane crashes?

No.

Buddy Holly, Patsy Cline, Cowboy Copas... -That's a lot.

-Hawkshaw Hawkins, Troy Gentry-- They get to the point, Dyl.

[laughs] Are you two girlfriend and boyfriend?

Hey?

Ah, what-- what makes you say that?

The way you look at each other.

[chuckles] Are you alright, Archie?

Have you got any abdominal pain or headache-- It's not the bite.

We're nearly there.

Cabin secure for landing.

Cockpit closed.

[beeps] -Is that normal?

-Yeah.

Ah, Pete, we have a slight issue with the landing gear.

-Yeah.

Which is?

-It doesn't want to come down.

-Right.

-I'm gonna call it in.

PAN PAN, PAN PAN, PAN PAN, Flydoc 257, 257, 257.

We have undercarriage failure.

Tracking 15 nautical miles to the north of Broken Hill to conduct undercarriage emergency extend.

Will call ops normal by one-five.

Can you notify emergency services to be on standby?

Flydoc 257, copied PAN call.

Notifying emergency services.

-It's alright.

We're all good.

-What's going on?

Just a sec, Arch.

[dramatic music playing] VJC, this is Mike Quebec Delta.

Delta, go ahead.

It's Leonie.

Hey, Leonie, we need to conduct a manual extend.

Emergency services are en route but can you get me a visual from engineering on approach?

Copy that.

Leave it with me.

-Pete, did you get all that?

-Yep.

Okay, let's prepare the cabin for an emergency landing.

Will do.

-What's happening?

-Everything's fine, Arch.

Just as a precaution, we're going to practice our brace position.

What?

Why?

Dad, what's going on?

It's alright, we'll just get him a bit more comfortable.

How long does it take to get the wheels down?

Ah, about fifty pumps of this, or until we get the green light.

Alright, Dyl, let's get that belt nice and tight across here.

And when we land, head back.

You're right.

Oh, bloody hell, what was that?

Dad, what's happening?

No, it's-- it's alright.

That's just the wheels extending.

-Ohh!

-Now just a bit tighter, Arch.

Your palms, tuck 'em under your bum for me.

Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God, oh, God, oh, God...

Okay, Archie, I need you to breathe with me.

In, two, three, four and hold two, three, four.

-And out, two, three four-- -No.

-Are we crashing?

-No, mate, we're fine.

-I think we should sedate him.

-We can't.

If we hit the ground without landing gear, he won't be able to let himself out.

Come on.

Hey, Leonie, how are we looking?

Engineering's on standby to sight the gear.

Copy that.

Just confirming, we have five persons on board.

[tense music playing] [siren wailing] Why is there a fire engine down there?

What?

What fire engine?

-Dad, what's happening?

-We okay back there?

-Yeah.

Yeah, we're good.

-I knew this was a bad idea.

Archie, listen to me.

Archie, Archie, look at me.

Everything is going to be okay, but Dylan needs you to get your #*#*#*#* together, alright?

So you've gotta get it together.

Yep, okay.

Ah, okay.

Centre Flydoc 257, gear is indicating extended.

We're returning for landing, Broken Hill.

We'll calls ops normal by three- zero or after landing.

Alright, Pete, the gear is indicating down, but we still need to prepare for a-- Yeah, copy that.

Cabin secured for emergency landing.

-Okay, cockpit closed.

-Why?

If the wheels are down?

Because we won't know if they're actually locked until we hit the ground.

And if they're not?

Well, just hope that they are.

Ah, no, Dyl, just hop back in your seat.

No, I wanna stay with Dad!

No, no, I'm okay, Dyl.

It's okay.

See, Dad's fine.

How about you hop back in your seat?

No.

-I need you to put a belt on.

-No, I wanna stay with Dad!

Do you know what, Dylan?

When I miss my son, I like to sing.

Um... um... ♪ I'm going out tonight I'm feeling alright ♪ ♪ I wanna let My hair hang down ♪ ♪ Wanna make some noise ♪ -♪ Really raise my voice ♪ -How good's Dad!

♪ Yeah I wanna scream And shout ♪ [dramatic music playing] Mira, engineering's saying that the gear looks down, but they can't be sure.

Copy that.

♪ Politically correct ♪ ♪ I only wanna Have a good time ♪ ♪ The best thing About being a woman ♪ ♪ Is the prerogative to Have a little fun and ♪ ♪ Whoa, oh, oh Go totally crazy ♪ ♪ Forget I'm a lady Men's shirts, short skirts ♪ ♪ Whoa-ho-ho Feeling wild, yeah ♪ ♪ Doing it in style... ♪ [tense music playing] Head back, Dyl!

♪ I feel like a woman ♪ [laughs] -Whoo!

-Nice work, Dylan!

High five!

-[laughs] -Oh!

Centre Flydoc 257, landed safely in Broken Hill.

Ops normal.

And, man, I feel like a woman.

[laughing] [knocks on door] [door opens] -Hey, Taylor, good to see you.

-Oh, hey, Doctor Yates.

No, no, please, call me Wayne.

Or Doctor Dimples!

Or Golden Boy!

[laughs] Ah, he wouldn't stop tormenting me.

Shame job.

So what are we having for dinner?

Emu in the hole?

Ah, lamb shoulder.

That do ya?

What'd you do with the rest of it?

I'll get the presidential suite ready, shall I?

Yeah.

-Come in, come in.

-Thank you.

Oh yeah, the whole thing.

The lungs, the intestines.

-Are you having me on?

-Oh, I wish he was.

[laughs] Oh, mate, it's bloody good tucker.

Hey, that smells really good, Wayne.

Thanks, Taylor, but my mum would always say, "Wait till you try it."

So would mine.

Oh that's right, she did, too.

-Yeah.

-Hey!

Let's get this party started.

Put some music on, Darren.

It's hooked up to the laptop.

Oh, don't go playing none of Wayne's music.

It's probably that Michael Boob... Buble crap or something.

Ah, Neil Diamond, actually.

Yeah, well we want some Charlie Pride or Slim Dusty!

No, they're too slow.

Oh, you're too slow.

Can't make love to that doof-doof crap, eh.

[laughing] Now Charlie, or I walk.

Fine, but just 'cause you're old.

So, brother?

-Where's Mira?

-Ah, she's coming after word.

Right.

Oi, music!

Yep.

[crickets chirping] [laughing] Darren had to hold the yabbies up real close, you know?

-Mm-hmm.

-Check for eggs.

See if he had to throw 'em back.

And this one little yabby was a female, and she wasn't too happy about being grabbed.

-[laughing] -So she grabbed him right back!

And he starts screaming.

Pop!

Yabbie got me nose!

Yabbie got me nose!

[laughing] I don't remember that.

No, you were in Sydney.

Hey, we should dig a yabbie pond at Wyama for when it rains next.

All the tourists can try catch some yabbies.

I thought you said the bank owned that place.

Well, we're... we're buying it back.

That's why we're doing up the shearers' quarters, to get the tourists in.

Who's we?

Me and Darren, to start.

Is that right, Old MacDonald?

I'm helping for now, yeah.

So even if you do get the place back, what do you expect, it just to come good?

No offence, but you can't just dump a few animals from the other side of the world on the land, and not expect it to turn on ya.

-This is really great, Wayne.

-Thanks, Taylor.

So, when are you leaving for that Melbourne job?

I saw your email.

I was going to tell you tonight.

[scoffs] I don't mind.

Honestly, so, don't feel guilty or whatever it is you are.

I'm-- I'm good here.

And I can take care of Uncle Timmy.

Yeah, he took care of me, so... Ah, I might take care of the rest of his lamb, eh?

[door opens] You didn't tell me your Dad was leaving.

Yeah, well I only found out about an hour ago.

-Are you okay?

-Yep, why wouldn't I be?

You didn't tell me you don't think I'm going to get Wyama back, either.

Look, some things we don't get a say in.

Well, you're doing all of this because your Mum wanted it, but do you really think she'd want you quitting school?

It's not just her.

Four generations of my family lived there, Darren.

Right, so you're doing it for them.

-Yes!

-Yeah, for your Dad?

So what if I am?

What's that supposed to mean?

Say it.

You never say anything.

I never know what you're thinking-- You never ask me.

I'm gonna go.

[dramatic music playing] You're right, you know.

We don't yarn.

I don't even think he likes me.

You know that... that time when you was away down at Uni... and Darren was living with me?

-No, you never remind me.

-Oh!

Would you just shut up and listen for once?

You know that whole time, all he could talk about?

You.

Puffing his chest out.

"My Dad, the doctor."

Mate, at school.

At footy.

Mate, he wouldn't shut up about ya.

You know... having Mr.

Perfect as a father is great when you're a kid.

But it's bloody hard when you're a grown man.

Hey.

Hey.

So, this is it.

It feels weird, ending something that we always said never officially started.

But...

I just can't do the long goodbyes.

I understand.

-I'll see you at work?

-Yep.

Oh, hey.

Hey, ah, dammit.

I wanted to have this all cleaned up before you saw it, -but what do you reckon?

-Mm.

Unless they're not your style.

No, they are, they are.

Are these for... Well, I've just been thinking about everything that you said, about me, and Wyama.

-Mm.

-And I just-- sit down.

And, you know, you're right.

I do need to get my #*#*#*#* together.

And... this is your house now, too.

So I was thinking, all this hard work that you're doing, we could be doing together, on this place, you know, to get it feeling a bit more like a home.

What do you think?

Thank you, Pete.

But I don't need a new home.

Ahh, Taylor, hey!

[stammering] I have no idea how to ask you about you and Darren, or even if I should.

But-- [soft music playing] Thanks.

I'm gonna go.

-I think it's stirred.

-Oh.

Wayne's leaving.

A&E job in Melbourne.

Oh!

Well, that'll explain Mira, then.

Is she okay?

She's a bit off kilter.

Ever since Rhiannon I feel... it's like it's one thing after another.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

No, I'm not.

I feel...

I don't know what I feel.

Yes, I do.

I feel angry.

I feel really angry.

I don't know if Nate knew how much he was taking, but it was a lot.

Okay, ladies and gentlemen.

We have a white tie-dyed number with black bamboo, or tight sleeves, tropical animals.

I want to look good, but good to like a pack- saddle sparky.

Thought he was a pigger.

-He's not a professional pigger.

-You want my advice?

First date, funny stories.

Second date, sad ones.

-Never fails.

-Okay.

Bamboo and tie-dye.

Oh, that's almost the shift.

Surely, we are home free?

[notification pops] P1.

You had to open your mouth!

32-year-old male, 85 kilos.

Ambos found him fitting at home, so they've given him 10 of Midazolam.

There's been no improvement in consciousness in the past half an hour.

He keeps obstructing his airway.

Slight headwind about 40 away.

How about 30?

See what I can do.

-You good?

-Yeah.

Oh, bugger, I forgot my phone.

Two secs.

Hey, which part of Priority 1 did you miss?

I reckon Instagram can wait.

-Hey.

-Thank you.

Eliza?

Matty.

I need a big favor.

[dramatic music playing] Plan A's intubating with the ETT, so let's have suction ready, bougie, second blade and a 7 and 8 tube.

-Wayne, Doc at Pinnaroo.

-Doc, how's it going?

Trying to intubate.

Sats are 75, but the oedema on the neck's getting much worse.

-I can't see those cords.

-With the video?

Yeah, it's a mess.

Turns out he tied a cable to the ceiling fan.

It just crushed his throat.

-How'd he get down?

-It broke off the roof.

Secure cabin for landing.

Simon, we're 15 away.

I want you to stop attempting intubation and go back to bag and mask, whatever you need to do to get those sats up, alright?

Yeah.

Attempted suicide?

Seems like it.

[siren wailing] Did you get an airway?

Ah, an LMA, that's all I could get.

-That's okay.

What are his sats?

-Ah, still 75.

-Did you give him a paralytic?

-Yeah, 100 grams of IV Roc.

-What are his gases?

-He's quite acidotic.

CO2, lactate, glucose, all elevated.

[machine beeps] Yeah, that's vomit in the mouth.

He needs a definitive airway.

We'll bag and mask to get the sats up a little, then we'll have another go.

Simon, can you get -that second IV in, please?

-Yeah.

Matty, can you get the bougie, the size seven tube and make sure the McGills are handy?

-Yeah.

-Where is he?

Shaun!

-Mr. Everitt, it's-- -That's my son!

It's alright, we're here to help him now, okay?

-Fibreoptic ready?

-Yes.

Right, sats are up a little.

Let's give it another go.

-ETT handy?

-Mm-hmm.

Okay, we've got about twenty seconds to get this done.

Sats are 78.

They're dropping.

That's five seconds.

I can't see the cords.

Well, do you think we need a surgical airway?

Not yet.

That's ten seconds.

Sats below 70.

Look, I really think we need a surgical airway.

No, just let me look.

-Wayne?

-I'll get it.

That's seventeen seconds.

-Wayne-- -Matty, shut up.

That's twenty seconds.

Okay, I'm through.

Is that good?

-Yeah, it is.

-It's going to help him breathe.

Inflate the cuff.

Air entry's good on both sides.

Let's get him on the ventilator.

O2 at a hundred percent, at sixteen a minute.

Right, CO2 dropping, sats climbing.

Let's get him on a ketamine and Roc infusion for the flight.

Graham.

How're we looking?

Fifteen away.

Patient's ventilated.

-He's stable for now.

-Copy that.

And, Graham... this is as bad as it gets, okay?

Whatever you've gotta do.

I'll get there as quick as I can.

Is he gonna be okay?

He's stable for now.

But he's been without oxygen for a while.

We need to get him to a major hospital, okay?

Can you make your way to Adelaide?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Mr. Everitt, they're going to do everything they can for your boy.

But there's a chance that his brain won't recover fully, and you need to be prepared for that, okay?

Okay.

[notification pops] ...with his webbed toes.

[laughs] [door opens] Okay, he's early twenties, handsome and a bit scruffy.

Alright, how handsome are we talking?

Say, a 7.5?

Yeah, but what's your scale?

Well, he's a 7.

He's an 8.

And, ah... 7.5.

Hey, if he's a 7.5, I'm pushing 9.

-Are you just?

-Yeah.

Ah, excuse me, could we get two schooners of draught, please?

So, is there a story behind the snakes?

Yeah.

Yeah, I got bitten when I was a kid, and I freaked out so much that Nate had to carry me almost a kilometer all the way back to the homestead.

Hey, I've been trying to do the maths?

How the hell did you manage a medical degree and a baby at the same time?

Ed.

He took Henry full time while I did my foundation years.

-Right.

He's an emu.

-He's a what?

He's-- oh, sorry.

Cheers.

Ah, the male emus sit on the eggs for two months.

No food, no toilet.

And then they care for the young after they hatch.

Well, I certainly did all of the hatching, I can assure you of that.

I'll bet.

You know, you and Ed would get on like a house on fire.

-It's actually quite scary.

-Nah, no time for him.

I've already made up my mind.

-Ferret!

-Oh!

-You remember me?

-Hey there, Doc.

-Hi.

-Hiya.

-Pete.

-Ferret.

Yeah, good to meet you, mate.

Matty's not here.

[man over PA] VJC, Mike Quebec Kilo.

Mike Quebe Kilo, VJC, go ahead.

VJC, we departed Pinnaroo at 16:05, arrive Adelaide 20:05.

Can you ask ambulance for an intensive care crew and tarmac meet?

But no one will require lights and siren on arrival.

[suspenseful music playing] Shaun Everitt, 32-year-old, attempted hanging.

Hypoxic for at least half an hour.

Tubed on the third attempt.

Sats 98 on 100 percent oxygen.

Pulse 60, BP 108 over 60.

Ketamine and Roc infusion, 10 milligrams of Midazolam given at 1500 hours.

No medications or allergies.

Why did you give Midazolam?

I didn't, the ambos did.

They thought he was having a fit when they arrived.

Surely the strap around his neck suggested otherwise.

Right, let's get an MRI, head and neck.

See if we can get this mess cleaned up.

You done much pre-hospital?

I've been here for five years.

And never seen a patient outside those sliding doors, am I right?

[indistinct chatter] I still think I'd spot the difference between a status epilepticus and a hanging.

Well, when you've been called out for the third time in a night to drive an hour to a station that's 50 Ks from the nearest neighbor, hundreds of Ks from a hospital, in pitch black and freezing cold to a terrified wife who's been trying to revive the husband that she loves for nearly half an hour, maybe then you can bad-mouth the decisions the ambos make, alright?

But until then, why don't you focus on saving his life?

And eat your dessert on your own time, dickhead.

Yes!

See, I meant to miss that.

That was a strategic miss.

-Strategic?

-Yes!

So Andy?

When you were a teenager, did you fight with your mother?

Oh, the occasional flare up.

Did you like her?

Look, I'll be honest with you, Doc.

Teenage boys, the hard truth is we just don't think about you that much.

I mean, we love you, we just don't think about you.

Oh, okay.

What am I walking in on and what libel do I need to undo?

Right, the only libel here is that I'm a 7.2.

Oh, please, 7, maximum.

You look like you could use a drink.

Yeah.

You have no idea.

-How do I look?

-Yeah, he's a good bloke.

-We'll leave you to it.

-Thank you.

Okay.

Hey, he's masculine.

Masculine man.

So hot.

[door opens] [door closes] [soft music playing] Hang on, left and right!

-[laughing] -This traffic is insane.

So... -this is going to be blunt.

-Ooh, look out.

Why did you and your ex break up?

Oh, kids, funnily enough.

-She wanted them.

-No, other way round, actually.

So, what's it like?

What's it really like having kids?

Like a little piece of your heart leaves your body the second they're born, and you never get it back.

-Oh.

-And then... they tell you that they're staying in London with their father... the remaining part of the heart just dies, a little bit.

That's-- right.

I'm really sorry about that.

How are you going, alright?

I vacillate every day between thinking this is the best thing I ever did... and the absolute worst.

Oh, don't limit yourself.

[laughing] Why can't it be both?

I thought about staying in London as much as I thought about coming here.

It's just when the decision wheel stopped spinning... this is where it landed.

I wonder if that was the same for Ed.

Shag the registrar, don't shag the registrar.

Shag the registrar... You know, I've thought that about Nate.

Like did-- did he plan it?

And did he think about it... every time he drove past that tree, or was it for weeks?

Or years?

Or just... in that second... he thought, "Nuh.

This is it."

I don't know.

Anyway, um...

I'm glad that your wheel stopped spinning... where it did... for what it's worth to you.

Do you want to come back to my place?

[serene music playing] Hey.

With that degree of oedema, the neck's distorted.

So if you go a surgical airway, there's no predicting what you'll hit, including the carotid artery.

Hey, I'm sorry for questioning you.

No, you should question me.

No, I should have explained it to you.

I'm here to apologize.

I snapped... and I'm sorry.

Wayne?

Are you alright?

No.

I ah... Oh-- Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt.

No, it's fine.

No, I'll leave you to it.

Um, good work today.

Sorry for being a prick.

I'll see you tomorrow.

That your ex?

No, that's my boss.

Well, you doctors certainly charge more than flight nurses, don't you?

[laughing] Stick with me.

You'll be fine.

[kisses] [soft music playing] What are we going to tell Leonie?

I just think we should say that... "The good news is, I'm not pregnant, and I don't have chlamydia."

My Aussie is so much better than your Brit.

No chance.

-Oh, it's Henry.

-Oh, go-- go for it.

Everything alright?

Yeah, he's, uh, he's coming back.

Oh, that's great.

But he's bringing Ed with him.

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