-Spoken to Cameron yet?

-Would you at least let me get on the plane before you start with the interrogation, Pete?

-Bye, baba.

Mmm.

-Love you.

-You too.

-Chaya is doing you dirty with hot cop.

-Caleb?

-It's purely casual.

-I don't get it.

-I do.

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

-Poppy, how much walking have you been doing?

-They said 20,000 steps, Mum.

-Over time.

-Time of death, 9:36 p.m.

-I'm the reason that he was on the bus.

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

-Wait.

What about the driver?

-I'm sorry.

It just came out.

-People are gonna be out for blood.

-You knew that that bus driver was on drugs and you still saved that junkie over my boy!

What if it was your kid?!

-I guess sometimes we've just got to deal with the consequences of our actions.

-Talking about them or me?

-I'm talking about all of us.

♪♪ -I was thinking of cooking ragu tonight.

-Delicious.

I finish my shift at 7:00, so anytime between 9:00 and... -The end of time?

-Almost certainly in the century.

-Great.

Great.

-[ Chuckles ] -[ Dog barks ] -Why don't we share our locations?

-[ Chuckling ] Our what?

-You know, the little dots on our phones.

That way, I can slow-cook dinner to perfection for you the minute you're walking through the door.

No nagging required.

-Well, that does sound appealing.

-With, you know, the added bonus of locating you if Anna kidnaps you.

-Well, she does have a sheep station, so I imagine it would be in a wall shed somewhere.

-Ah.

Bah-bah, bah-bah.

-She's just grieving.

-Hmm.

-If I lost Henry, I'd be looking for someone to blame.

-Running onto tarmacs?

Attacking people?

[ Chuckles ] -Let's just discuss it over ragu, shall we?

-Sometime in this century, then?

-Almost certainly.

-Great.

♪♪ -Okay, is he feeding?

Yeah, how's his temperature?

Okay, no, no, no, you're doing a good job.

And you just let me know if anything changes, okay?

Yeah, we're on our way.

Alright, Julie.

Bye.

♪♪ -Last night there, mate?

-Yeah, just a quiet one.

-Ah, yeah?

-What have we got?

-A four-month-old with respiratory distress.

The mum, Julie, says he's lethargic.

He's not feeding, temp's low, and he's not wetting nappies.

-Thinking viral?

-Yeah, maybe.

Could be UTI, pneumonia.

I'm most concerned about the lethargy, so.

-I'll get [Indistinct] on standby.

-Yeah.

Also, Mira's flying.

She doesn't need to know it's a baby until she knows, yeah?

-Yeah.

-So, results are back from your nephrologist and obstetrician.

-Am I a plumber?

Am I accountant?

-Levels are stable.

Pregnancy is tracking as it should.

-Okay.

That's, um... That's good.

That's good.

-Which means we are getting to the point where... -I know, I know.

Decisions.

-Have you thought about talking to Pete?

-He got to you, didn't he?

-Well, he's a midwife.

Don't tell him I said this, but he's...kind of a good one.

And he is quite fond of you.

-Yeah.

-[ Ringtone plays ] -Sorry.

-No, it's all good.

I'll go.

Thank you.

-RFDS, Dr.

Harrod speaking.

Hi, Yvette.

Are you alright?

♪♪ -Thank you so much.

You're a lifesaver.

-Oh, thank you.

She's my therapy baby.

Aren't you, Pippa?

-Hey, we got a P-1 at Atherton Downs.

-How far is that?

-Yep.

I'll just check.

Hang on.

-Hey, how was -- how was your morning?

-Results, you mean?

-No, no, no, no.

It's your business.

Matty, could you do that documentation audit for me, please?

-Oh, why didn't you do it this morning?

-Because my wrist, mate, my wrist.

-Okay, so Atherton is an hour away.

What's the weight, and I'll start inputting?

-70 kilos.

-70?

Yep.

-We'll grab the gear and meet you on board.

-Great.

-Bye, bumpy.

Bye, bumpy.

-[ Baby coos ] -So, FIFO or tourist?

-Who's that?

-Ford Fiesta?

-Didn't recognise her.

-Yeah, Kelly.

She's a geologist, actually, with the uni.

-Connected over your love of clastic sedimentary rocks, -did ya?

-Oh, big time.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

-No, just so you know, Eliza and Ryan?

Basically living together.

-What's your go?

I thought you'd forgiven me.

-Yeah, I have.

-So what, you just enjoy torturing me, do you?

-Well, yeah, but we're mates again now, so as mates, I feel duty-bound to let you know when you're being a dickhead.

-Oh, yeah?

How's that?

-Well, I don't know, mate.

Maybe just pretending to hide away in Adelaide writing love sonnets for Eliza.

-Talk about I don't even know what a sonnet is.

-[ Laughs ] -It's a 14-line poem, typically ending in a rhyming couplet.

-Hello.

-Hello.

-Are either of you two free?

I have a P-2 cancer patient with query arm fracture.

-Oh, no, sorry, P-1.

-P-1.

Try Matty.

-Okay.

-Yikes!

-What?

-She didn't hear a thing, mate.

Don't worry about it.

♪♪ -I haven't been able to get you on the phone.

-So you decided that I wanted to see you in person instead?

-I just wanted to see how you're doing.

-Uh, well, Poppy's still in hospital, and she's desperate for a running blade that I can't afford.

The water pump failed, so I came back here to fix it, and now my alternator's blown, so I can't get back.

[ Ringtone plays ] Plus, I keep getting phone calls about my dead son refusing to pay his phone bill, so.

All in all, I'm doing great.

-Let me give you a lift back.

-To Adelaide?

-It's five hours.

-I love a road trip.

♪♪ -You had to open your big mouth, didn't you?

-Eliza didn't hear me, mate.

Can you calm down?

-How do you know?

-You know what?

Maybe it's a good thing.

You know, the truth will set you free.

-Mate, society would collapse if we weren't around telling the truth.

-But the question is, what would create more good, the truth or the lie?

-Ooh, he's been reading Kant again.

-He's being a bit of a -- -Bentham, actually.

In fact, Kant would say any lie is unethical, so you're screwed either way, mate.

-Well, if that's the case, mate, the truth is you're getting pretty annoying.

-Sorry to interrupt you two giants of philosophy, but we don't have someone to run the strip today, so I'm gonna need to do a quick flyover.

-How would it create more good anyway?

'Cause she seems pretty happy with, what's his name, Ryan?

-Well, if being with you made her happier than being with Ryan, it would.

Unless you're just worried about what you two would actually do together in the real world, which is a fair concern.

-Yeah, you're right.

I think I preferred it more when you hated me.

-Oh, you're a big sook.

-Wayne, call from the station.

-Julie, how's he travelling?

Alright, can you measure his breathing rate again for me?

Do you have any sugar syrup?

Well, give him a teaspoon of that and then go back to syringes of hydrolyte, okay?

We'll be there as soon as we can.

Alright.

Barely rousable fever and skin's mottled.

-What are you thinking, sepsis?

-So, slight issue with the strip.

Not quite as advertised.

Looks like there's small potholes and ridges everywhere.

-Bad enough not to land?

-Potentially.

I'm gonna need another look at it.

-Well, how long is that gonna take?

-Ah, well, it's hard to say with no one on the ground, but I'll be as quick as I can, maybe another five?

-Have we got another five?

-We've got whatever it takes.

-Why?

What is it?

-I was gonna tell you on the ground.

It's a four-month-old.

-But you said 70 kilos.

-Mum and bub combined.

-Okay, running the strip again now.

♪♪ ♪♪ So how sick's the baby?

-Doesn't affect whether we land or not, Miz.

-I know it doesn't.

I'm just trying to plan what we might do heading back.

-Well, sepsis is my best bet.

-Isn't that deadly?

-Yeah, it can be.

-How's that strip looking?

-It's hard to be certain without eyes on the ground.

-Because, you know, if we don't stick the landing, we're kind of no good to them or anyone else.

What's the nearest alternate?

-Yeah, it's Gendhara, which is about a 30-minute drive from the scene.

-There's no other option?

-Like what?

-Can someone else run it?

-Who?

-Well, get on the UHF, see who else is around.

-Yeah, but I need to know whose opinion I'm trusting.

-Well, just trust your gut, Miz, 'cause the quicker we make a decision, the quicker we get there.

-Yeah, no.

We need to find an alternate.

-Yvette Tidwell has stage 4B ovarian cancer.

She's had chemo radiation, but it's metastasised.

-So, has she requested voluntary assisted dying before?

-I don't know.

I told her we couldn't legally discuss it over the phone.

Also, she mentioned a husband who's not on the scene, so there's a possible marriage breakdown.

Have we organised ground transport?

-No, sorry.

I'm bit snowed with the rosters and this.

-Oh, yeah, on that, Matty, I'm gonna need next Friday off.

-EXO are playing Adelaide.

-Who?

-EXO, K-pop legends, bro.

Do you want to come?

-Thanks.

Bit busy.

-I'll call Caleb and see if he's free to give us a lift.

-Cop Caleb?

-Yeah.

-[ Beep ] -Goody.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -Hey.

-Thanks so much for coming.

-Thank you.

Thank you.

-Sorry it took us so long.

-Just you here?

-Yeah, my husband's mustering.

I wrote down all the things.

-You've done a great job.

-Miz, grab the vacmat.

-Yep.

-He's more floppy than he was before.

-What was his last temp?

-34.9.

-Okay, let's get him inside and get him warm.

♪♪ Temperature's 34.9.

Ah.

-Okay, bub, here we go.

Julie, do you have any heaters you can get on for me?

-Yeah.

-There you go, bubba.

Okay, bubba, here we go.

♪♪ ♪♪ -Sorry, mate.

-[ Beeping ] -Okay.

-Tachypnoeic, about 68 a minute.

Let's start some oxygen and get bloods and I.V.

access now.

-Yeah.

-What does that mean?

-He's breathing's a little bit fast, and we need to take a little bit of blood, okay?

I'm gonna get a line in.

Miz, can you get the lights down for me?

-Yeah.

-Have a quick look with the transilluminator.

Here we go.

Here we go.

Alright, little man.

Here we go.

It's completely shut down.

-Wait, what's wrong?

-Julie, it can happen sometimes.

'Cause Aiden's in shock, it can make it a bit harder to get a needle in.

-That's all.

-BSL is 2.2.

-Okay, let's push some Dextrose, 10 mils at 10%.

-What, are you gonna try a different vein?

-No, we need to get access now.

I'm gonna go the I.O.

-Hey, guys.

Hey, I'm Mira.

Hey, should we go watch some cartoons?

-Julie, we need to use a small drill that goes into the bone to get the medicine in more quickly, okay?

But, trust me, it sounds a lot worse than it is.

-A drill?

-Oh, yeah, they -- they use me as a guinea pig in training all the time.

Trust me, your boy, way tougher than me.

-I tell you what.

Can you pack Aiden a bag for the flight?

-You good?

-Yeah, yeah.

I'm just letting her settle.

Him, I mean.

-You want me to do it?

-No, no, I'm good.

Alright, you're okay, bub.

[ Drill whirring ] -Can I ask you two something?

What do you think about location sharing on phones?

Is that just what couples do now?

-Ferret and I didn't do it, but that's because his location was 98% the couch.

-Whoa, wait, hang on.

Sorry, Ferret?

-My ex-boyfriend.

-Named Ferret?

-Nothing sexual.

Don't worry.

Like, absolutely nothing sexual.

-[ Chuckles ] Look, I don't know.

It's a bit intense, isn't it?

You know, just knowing where each other is all the time?

-Well, you know, it's -- it's -- it's -- it's a safety thing.

-You've been having more trouble with Anna?

-No.

No.

I mean, it's more than safety.

I mean, it's...having dinner on time when I get home.

-Oh, that's sweet.

-A bit sad, isn't it?

♪♪ -Is this the first time you've fallen?

-Ah, just the latest battle in the war against my body that I'm rapidly losing.

Oh.

-There's some obvious tenderness.

Could be a pathologic fraction.

Does it hurt anywhere else, Yvette?

-Yeah, my back.

-Okay.

-Is there anyone else around to help you?

-Oh, the artist formerly known as my husband.

-Ooh.

-But I don't accept help from liars.

Oh!

-Focal tenderness of L3.

Might be a pathologic fracture, too.

-Just let me know when you've finished saving my life so we can talk about my death.

-Don't muck around, do you?

-I thought you were just gonna pretend that I never said it.

-No.

We just can't legally raise the issue.

It has to come from you.

-Doctor, Officer, God...I would like to discuss voluntary assisted dying.

-Well, just so you know, there's strict criteria for eligibility.

-Over 18?

Tick.

Able to communicate?

Tick.

Disease causing death within 12 months?

Tick.

Unacceptable suffering?

Tick.

-Yvette!

Darryl called and said there was cops out front.

-Are you okay?

-Don't!

Don't touch me!

-Owen?

We attended your crash.

-Is she okay?

-I will be.

In 10 days.

I've requested the VAD.

-V, I know you're angry at me but -- -I don't even know you!

-You can't let her do this.

She's only doing this to punish me.

-I only put up with the pain for this long because of you.

Now I don't have to.

-Owen.

Come, let's take a seat.

Let's get some oxygen on you.

Matty, can you get Yvette to the Troopy while I assess Owen?

-Yeah.

-Just rest here.

-[ Groans ] -Gotcha.

-Okay.

Now... -You want an arterial line for proper BP?

-Yeah, but let's keep moving.

He's small, so it might take a while.

-Gonna need your help.

-Yeah.

-Hey, so Julie's packed for all three kids.

Fuel's fine, but I don't know.

-We'll have to take two cars to the plane, and we really got to move fast.

-Yeah, we can't take them, can we?

-No.

-How is he?

Is he okay?

-I think Aiden has sepsis, which is a severe blood infection.

-My God.

-Look, we've started him on some drugs to help his heart pump, and we're gonna get him to hospital in Broken Hill where they can run every test he's gonna need.

-Okay?

-Okay.

Thank you.

Well, we're ready to go, whenever you are.

-The thing is in flight, we're gonna have to focus on him completely.

And Aiden might need help with his breathing with some tubes or more ICU drugs, and it might get pretty scary for the boys.

So, is it possible for someone to drive you and the kids to town?

-No, I can't leave him alone.

My husband's hours away.

-Hey, hey.

I know you don't want to leave him.

I wouldn't either.

But we're gonna be with him the whole way, okay?

-Yeah.

-He's gonna be okay, isn't he?

-Julie, he's in a critical condition, but we're gonna do absolutely everything we can, okay?

-Just look after him.

'Cause he's very small.

-We definitely will, and we're gonna call you as soon as we arrive.

-You know what, Julie?

Special teddy to keep him company.

Here's one for the boys.

-You can give him a kiss before we go, if you like.

-Okay.

♪♪ -Have you been taking care of yourself since the bus crash, Owen?

Any incentive spirometry or physio?

-Not very welcome in most places.

With the court case coming up.

Mm.

-She still has good days, you know?

She's just angry at me.

But... Look, this isn't her.

You can't let her do this.

You can't.

-If she meets the criteria, the decision is hers.

-And two doctors.

That's what it says.

Her doctor and a specialist, two of them have to decide.

-But not you.

What drugs or medications are you currently taking?

-Statins, ibuprofen, a weight-loss thing.

-Nothing that wasn't prescribed?

-[ Scoffs ] Not meth, if that's what you mean.

-I'm not here to judge.

I'm just here to help you feel better.

-In the past, I've bummed a bit of speed to get through the long drives, but not any-more.

I haven't relapsed.

-Yeah, well, the bloods don't really lie, do they?

-Caleb.

Bondi here, you copy?

-Yeah, copy, Bondi, go ahead.

-Hey, we're good to go.

How is he?

-Well, it's a little decreased on the left.

Could be atelectasis.

We're going to need to take them both.

-Yeah, stand by.

Uh, hey, sorry to interrupt, guys.

You don't have any spare Narcan, do you?

-His pupils are tiny.

Raff, can you hear me?

-His hand doesn't look good at all.

His radial pulse is weak.

What's doing the rounds at the moment, Caleb, fentanyl?

-Yeah, here it's mostly fent, but someone's been turbo charging it with ISO.

-ISO.

-Yeah, it's synthetic opioids, -10 times more potent than fent.

-Yeah, I know what it is.

-Breathing's down to six a minute.

-We need the Narcan.

-Yeah.

-That's usually pretty quick, right?

-Yeah, but sometimes ISO needs a higher dose to work.

-[ Gasps ] -[ All exclaiming ] -Oh, no, no, you've ruined it!

-No, no, no.

-You've ruined it!

-Raff, get back!

Get back, Raff!

-[ Pepper spray hisses ] -[ Screaming ] [ Indistinct shouting ] -Oh!

-[ Screaming ] -He's wasted.

He's wasted.

-Watch the hand!

-Settle down.

You okay?

-Do I look okay?!

-Get him restrained, please.

-Oh, my God!

-Let's go!

-...next week.

Closer to home, the driver of the bus that crashed, killing two people in Kingsley, has been charged with new offences after drug tests revealed high -- -[ Click ] -Sorry.

[ Christmas music playing ] -[ Scoffs ] Christmas carols are worse.

The crash I can't avoid, but Christmas... I don't even want to think about.

[ Radio clicks, shuts off ] -You shouldn't have found out about the driver the way you did.

I'm -- I'm sorry.

Look, if there's anything you need, if you need anyone to sit with you in court during the trial or... -Have you got kids?

-No, I -- -Then we could drive for eternity and I still wouldn't be able to express to you what I need.

I need -- [ Sobs ] I need -- [ Sobs ] Can you pull over, please?

-Yeah.

-[ Sobbing ] [ Screaming ] [ Crying ] ♪♪ ♪♪ -Okay, line secure.

Picking up a map.

How's his perfusion?

-No, it's still shut down below the knees.

-Adrenaline's maxed to one.

-Geez, Wayne, rash on the thigh.

It's non-blanching.

Meningococcal?

-That or D.I.C.

Got to sort out this blood flow.

-Alright, max out the presses first or steroids?

-No, there's nothing to pump.

A stronger pump's not gonna help.

-What are we at, 40 per kilo?

-Yes.

-Alright, we could give another 10 per kilo of fluid.

-Yep.

-Okay, hang on.

Let's max out the norad and give him Dex 0.15 per kilo.

Mira, he's gonna need a tertiary hospital.

Can we divert to Adelaide?

-Yeah, but isn't the mum going to Broken Hill?

She won't be able to get to him tonight.

-I'll call her.

-Okay, copy that.

Centre Fly Doc 257 requests direct amended destination, -Adelaide.

-Shit.

Bruising on the toes.

-Ah.

-For meningococcemia.

-So it is meningococcal?

-Chest movement is poor.

-Breathing's stopped.

Map's not reading.

-No, no pulse.

-Shit.

Starting compressions.

Let's give a bolus of adrenaline.

-Yep.

-We need to sort his airway.

[ Flatline ] -Wayne, I'm getting a flatline here.

-I should have treated him on the ground.

Idiot.

7, 28, 29, 30.

-[ Monitor beeping ] -Yeah, there's a pulse.

There's a pulse.

I'll prep K and ROCK.

Grab the miller.

We need a tube in now.

-Yeah.

-Look.

-[ Baby fussing ] -[ Camera shutter clicks ] -Can we take a photo?

Can we take a photo?

Come on.

Let's be cute.

♪♪ What do you think, huh?

Ooh, you like that one, huh?

-Hmm?

-[ Baby cooing ] ♪♪ -[ Laughs ] -[ Cellphone chimes ] ♪♪ ♪♪ What do you reckon, Kalthi?

Would you be a good auntie?

♪♪ [ Monitor beeping ] -[Indistinct] rising again.

How far away, Miz?

-30 away.

-Check breath sounds.

♪♪ ♪♪ -Perfect, but he's not breathing over, and map's dropped out again.

Pulse?

-[ Flatline ] -No, no, no.

-Shit.

Give him another bolus of one mil of adrenaline.

-Yep.

It's been 20 minutes since last gas.

-Reversible causes?

-Recheck an i-STAT off the line.

-Oh, yeah.

[ Flatline continues ] -Nah, still P.E.A.

Another bolus of adrenaline.

-Yep.

-[ Flatline continues ] ♪♪ -Come on, Aiden.

Come on, little man.

-PH is dropping,calcium low.

Another dose?

-Yes, and bicarb.

-Bicarb?

♪♪ [ Monitor beeping ] -Heart rate's 55.

-[ Flatline ] -Shit, he's flatlining again.

M-More adrenaline?

-Adrenaline and noradrenaline are maxed out.

That's our third bolus.

Check his pupils.

Come on, bubba, come on.

[ Flatline continues ] -Pupils fixed and dilated.

Any other ideas before I stop compressions?

-[ Quietly ] No.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -Time of death, 18:16.

♪♪ ♪♪ -We should wrap him.

-We need to leave the tubes in for the coroner.

-If we leave them in, can I hold him?

Can you pass me his beanie and a blanket?

-Oh, hey.

Is the mum going to Adelaide?

-No, she's coming here.

-I'm gonna tell her.

-Well, mate, let me do it.

-No, that's okay.

Should be me.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪ When all the trees have gone ♪ ♪♪ ♪ And all the rivers dry ♪ ♪ Don't despair ♪ ♪ When all the flowers have died ♪ ♪ For I have heard ♪ ♪ That there's a garden ♪ ♪ Somewhere ♪ ♪♪ ♪ When you hear the children cry ♪ ♪♪ ♪ When you see them die ♪ ♪♪ ♪ And a mother can't sing a lullaby ♪ ♪ I can smell ♪ ♪ The blessed warm spring rain ♪ ♪♪ [ Cellphone rings ] -Tay, you all good?

-Hey, are you with Mira?

-Yeah, yeah, I'm with her now.

I'll put you on speaker, hang on.

-Tay, Tay, are you okay?

Is Kalthi okay?

-Yeah, yeah, Kalthi's fine.

She's down, but are you back?

I'm just -- I'm not feeling well.

She's had 250 mils, fast asleep.

-[ Sighs ] Thank you.

I hope you feel better.

-Thank you.

-Right, bye.

-Hey.

-Hey.

-You alright?

-Yeah.

Yep.

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

I just started to feel really sick all of a sudden.

-It's okay.

Do you want me to drop you at home?

-No.

No, it's fine.

No, I actually think the fresh air will be good for me tonight.

-Alright.

-It's not Cameron.

-It's...?

-The father.

-It's not Cameron.

-Okay.

-We hadn't, you know, for months before we broke up, so.

-Alright.

Yeah.

Yeah.

-Then I went to Dubbo for Darren's birthday.

-About three months ago.

-[ Both chuckle ] -Yeah, right.

Okay.

-Now... I don't know what to do.

I wish Mum was here.

-Ah, Tay.

♪♪ Um... Yeah.

Well, you know, I'm -- I'm not your mum, and I'm not Darren, and -- but I am here, no matter what you decide to do.

Alright?

And if you do choose to have it, I swear to you, I will be the greatest great uncle this side of Menindee.

-[ Chuckles ] -I will.

-Alright.

Okay.

Um... I'm going to go home, okay?

-Okay, you sure you don't want me to come?

-It's fine.

-Okay.

-And thank you.

-That's alright.

-Bye.

-Yeah, it's alright.

♪♪ -Are you locked out?

-What if we caught it?

Meningococcal?

-But you didn't give mouth-to-mouth.

-Yeah, but I held him.

So isn't there a chance that I could give it to Kalthi?

♪♪ -I told you one more relapse, and I'm out.

-I told you that.

-I didn't relapse.

Look, Vetti, I don't care if the world doesn't believe me.

I don't care if I go to jail.

I deserve to, anyway.

I was rushing, distracted.

All I care is that you believe me.

-Is there any way that blood test could have been wrong?

-It's...highly unlikely.

-Let's just go, please.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -Okay.

-So, thanks for the... What do you call a five-hour lift?

-[ Chuckles ] Anytime.

-Sorry about the screaming.

-That's okay.

-And I-I would like that.

Some support at the trial.

-Yeah.

Yeah, of course.

-Okay.

♪♪ -Drive safe.

-Thanks.

♪♪ ♪♪ -And what's your rank again?

-Senior sergeant.

-Okay.

And do you want to press any charges against the patient?

-No, I reckon he's got enough on his plate.

-Sure it doesn't have anything to do with you having to tell your superintendent then you've got concussed macing a flight nurse?

-Oh, that's an added benefit.

-[ Chuckles ] -Um, what about you?

Are you gonna press charges against me?

-[ Chuckles ] I've seen enough paperwork for one lifetime.

-Yeah, sorry.

I can see you've got a lot going on.

I mean, senior nurse, running half the basement looks of it, and thanks to me, you're doing it with your eyes closed.

So, I was wondering if a drink would make up for it?

-Isn't police bribery frowned upon?

-Yeah, so what if it was in more of an unofficial capacity, like, I don't know, say on a date?

-A what?

-Sorry if I've misread.

-But you're not -- [ Chuckles ] You're not gay.

-No.

I guess technically I'm bi.

But I apologise if I've got this wrong and you're not.

-No.

♪♪ Oh, sorry, no.

Did I... -No, no, no, it was -- it was nice.

I just -- [ Clears throat ] Full of pepper spray in my mouth.

-Yeah, see, how do you like it?

It's not great, is it?

-[ Laughs ] [ Line ringing ] Alright, this is Caleb.

Leave a message.

[ Beep ] -Hi.

Hey, it's Chaya.

Um, I just heard about you macing some people and getting knocked out.

Oh, my God.

Um, how are you?

Um, yeah, anyway, um, I'm just overnighting in Adelaide all on my lonesome and, um, yeah, I am just -- just checking in.

Okay.

Anyway, um, call me.

Okay?

Bye-bye.

[ Club music playing faintly ] -[ Chuckles ] -Hi, bubby.

-Hi.

-Hi.

-My baby.

Thank you.

-And thanks for bringing these.

-Of course.

-And you do know the chances of you getting meningococcal are very, very low?

Let alone Kalthi.

-I know.

I'm sorry to do this to you.

-This is so much nicer than writing incidence reports for Matty and Caleb.

-What?

What happened?

-Oh, the usual.

Caleb sprayed Matty with pepper spray instead of an agitated drug addict.

-Yeah, right.

I bet that went down well.

-I thought we were having a bad day.

I'm really sorry about yours.

-Just always there, isn't it?

Like...maybe that strip would have been fine, and we would have been there half an hour earlier, and that might have been the difference.

-No, you made the right call.

-I know, it's not a feminist thing to say, but after days like today, I'm not sure I can ever leave her again.

-[ Chuckles ] -Do you have any idea how many times I called in sick just to stay home with Henry?

-Can you guys promise me that if anything happens to Wayne or I that you'll take care of her?

-Um...yeah.

-Of course.

-Okay.

-Of course.

-Thanks.

-[ Sniffles ] -[ Ringtone plays ] -[ Gasps ] Ryan.

Oh, hi, sweetheart.

Absolutely, my fault.

It's been a crazy day.

Can I call you back in a sec?

-You know what?

You guys -- You go.

It's fine.

I've taken the antibiotics now.

I think it'll be fine.

I'm just being silly.

-You guys go.

-Yeah?

-Yeah.

-Alright.

-Okay.

-Thank you.

-Hey.

-Hey.

-Um, Eliza -- Eliza brought us some antibiotics.

-Oh, great.

-How was Julie?

I'm sorry.

I know you think I should have tried landing.

-No, I don't.

-Really?

-No, I don't.

No, it's just... When I started here, Darren was already older.

I'd been away for most of his life, and I was a decade younger, but now, with Kalthi, suddenly, I'm worried about all this stuff that I wasn't before.

-Mm-hmm.

Loving something this much really can suck, can't it?

-Yeah, it really can.

♪♪ -I love you.

-You too.

-So, Owen the bus driver was on Duromine, a weight-loss drug that's also an amphetamine.

-But he had a history of using, didn't he?

-Yeah, oh, but I don't know.

I believe him.

I think he's telling the truth.

-But I saw him taking pills, like, right before the bus crashed.

I mean, are you sure --are you sure you don't just want him to be innocent to make us feel better about Joe?

-Us?

You mean me?

-No, no.

I'm the one that sent Joe up the road.

Hey, I feel like a thank you is in order.

I'm assuming did you -- Did you have a word to Taylor for me?

-I barely said anything.

-Well, thank you.

-Hey.

Good day, Pete, how are you, mate?

-Good, mate, how are you going?

-Yeah, good.

-Boss won't let you knock off?

-[ Chuckles ] -I'm not his boss.

-[ Laughs ] You -- You hungry?

You fancy some ragu?

-Oh, that's very generous, but I'm a bit knackered.

I think I might just grab a kebab with garlic sauce that I'll regret and head straight to bed, but thank you.

-Yeah.

No, worries, another time.

-See ya, mate.

-See ya.

-So, I've been thinking about the whole dot-sharing thing.

-Oh, yeah, no, just -- I'm sorry about that.

I realised it was probably a bit much and kind of slightly creepy, so let's just forget about it.

Maybe we could just do some Mai Tai glasses instead.

-Well, you do know that I have a blue belt in taekwondo.

-What?

-You do?

-Yeah, I do.

-You do?

-Things you don't know about me.

[ Laughs ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪