-Alright, take it easy.

-I can't take it easy!

-Mate!

Shit, shit, shit!

[ Passengers screaming ] -What's your name?

-Joe.

-Are you sure you're okay?

Are you alright to go call for help?

-When did you talk to him last?

-Not since he left.

-Who is this?

-It's Pete.

-Pete, Pete?

-Hey.

-Hey.

-Joe!

Joe!

-Oh, my leg's stuck.

-Owen, I'm not gonna lie to you, mate.

It's gonna hurt like hell.

But it's gonna get you breathing again.

-[ Screaming ] -I'm Anna.

My kids were on the bus.

Their names are Poppy and Joe.

-Mum, where's Joey?

Is he with you?

-Joey?!

-Joe?

-Come on, darling, open your eyes.

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

-[ Groans ] -Tay.

Tay?

-Oh, my God, what happened?

-Taylor, you're going to need surgery.

-But what about the baby?

-What?

-So, someone's gonna have to stay behind.

-Poppy, Taylor, and the driver will go.

-I just -- I think it's the wrong call.

-No, you can't just leave him here.

-Hey, backup's here, okay?

[ Alarm beeping ] -Time of death, 9:36 p.m.

♪♪ ♪♪ -Police have released Kingsley bus driver Owen Tidwell on bail after he was charged with causing death by dangerous driving.

Outside court today, Anna Galanis, the mother of two victims, including Joe Galanis, who died at the scene, criticised the medical response.

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

-So, did you get your results?

-Yep.

Turns out I'm one kidney lighter and one human heavier.

-And did the nephrologist say how the function is with you?

-It's fine.

-Spoken to Cameron yet?

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

-Mm.

-Oh!

-Tay Tay!

Welcome back.

-Hey, Nigel.

-Ah, and this must be Peter Pan, returning to Neverland.

-Yeah.

-Oh.

Nigel.

-Nigel.

-Nige or Dicky.

That's a bit of an in joke.

-[ Chuckles ] -You know you don't have to move home for me.

-I'm not moving back.

Just helping out on backfill for a bit.

-Hm.

-This means everyone's forgiven you?

-Oh, not likely.

-Mm.

-What?

What's that?

-Well, everyone was just a bit miffed that you never came back.

-That's putting it pretty lightly.

-Yeah?

No one ever said anything to me.

-Yeah.

Well, you actually have to speak to people to hear them say something.

-Cool beans.

We ready to roll?

-Yeah.

Cabin prepped for take-off.

♪♪ ♪♪ -How are those cobwebs?

-Like a haunted house.

-Oh, you're gonna crush it.

Crush.

I said crush.

-Mm.

How are you feeling about Pete?

-Just like working with any other FIFO nurse.

-Hmm.

-Good luck.

-You're not gonna need it.

-Mm.

-You've got this.

-Alright.

Who's ready to get back in the virtual sky?

-Let's do this.

Okay, so, I've reviewed the aircraft, weather, and flight plan.

Fuel and oil sufficient.

Radio working.

Okay.

Traffic Broken Hill FD 281, rolling Runway 23 Broken Hill.

-Okay.

Kill it.

-What?

Why?

-Missed anything?

-Um... -Oh, auto feather.

Bugger.

-It's been a year.

It takes time.

-No, it takes not making dumb mistakes.

It's just... -When I came back after my knee surgery, I failed sim three times, alright?

-Go easy on yourself.

-[ Knock on door ] -Sorry to interrupt.

She's here.

♪♪ -This new base is like a rabbit warren.

-[ Chuckles ] -Where are we?

-Just through there.

-Ready?

-Oh!

-Welcome home!

[ Cheering ] -[ Laughs ] This sign?

I'm gonna cry.

-Oh, how are you feeling?

-Hi, buddy.

-Hey, how are you, Miz?

-Hey, be careful, okay?

-I'm coming this way.

Welcome back.

It's good to see you.

-Thank you.

It's good to see you too.

Hey, Graham.

-Well, we get the prodigal son thrown in for free, do we?

-Oh, look here.

What is it?

Senior Flight Nurse Matty Harris?

-Yeah, that's Matthew to you, mate.

Thank you.

Welcome home.

-Welcome back!

-Oh, hello.

-Welcome to both of you.

I'm so glad that you're back safe.

-Me too.

-Okay, we've got three eps to catch up on.

I have every flavour of ice cream and tea I could find in Broken Hill.

-Please, please, don't tell me who got voted off.

-Oh, we can't because we don't know because we've been waiting for you.

-Oh, guys!

-We're actually dying.

-This is lovely, eh?

-I don't really know what's happening, but yeah.

-Matty, Nige, are you ready for Osborne Downs?

-Aye, aye, Captain.

-Yep.

So then, I'm with?

-Pete, how's that wrist?

-Oh, yeah, fine.

It's just a sprain.

-Well, it better be 'cause we've got a bariatric at Curville.

Abdo pain and fever.

Grab the antis, Wheels up in 10.

-Tay?

-Yeah.

-Welcome home, mate.

-Thanks.

-Hope you remember all the safety features of the cabin.

-Yeah.

-The patient's Andrea Purvis, approximately 115 kilos.

She phoned with vomiting and sharp pain in the ribs.

-Andy.

I know her.

She was feeling really good last time I saw her.

-A year ago?

She had gastric bypass last month.

Need to check for post-op complications, stitches, gall bladder, leaking.

-Has no one checked on her?

-I don't know if you've heard, mate.

Been a little short-staffed.

-Got to move quickly.

Just been alerted to a big cold front coming through.

-Yeah.

No, I think I'm feeling it already.

♪♪ -You want Italian or Thai tonight?

-How much longer are we gonna keep doing this?

-Thai, then?

-You still don't want to be seen with me?

-I told you I just want to keep things professional at work.

-They know, Lee.

-What?

-They know.

Everyone knows.

-No, they don't -Of course they do.

This is Broken Hill.

They knew before we did.

The question is, do you not want to be seen with me at work, or not seen with me at all?

-Graham.

-Look, I've got a tasking.

I'll see you...later.

♪♪ ♪♪ -Aah!

-Tender under there, Andy?

-Under the ribs, like a knife.

-Here you go.

Whack this under your head, Andy.

There you go.

-When did you get back?

-First day, actually.

-I missed you too much.

-Oh, yeah, yeah.

-So, you had gastric bypass surgery about a month or so ago.

-Yeah.

-Did you call your specialist?

-Yeah, but he said it was a normal post-op stuff.

Just a telehealth appointment.

-Just open your mouth for me, Andy.

-Okay, BP's 140 on 90, resp rates are increasing, and she's tachy.

-Yeah, pulse is thready.

Have you been to the bathroom at all today?

-Unh-unh.

-I think you might be dehydrated.

So, let's get you up on a stretcher and get some fluids in, okay?

-Yeah, I can get up.

Just give us a hand.

-Ugh!

-Hey, hey, don't hurt yourself, okay?

-We can help.

-Aah.

-Grab the HoverJack.

-Scoop wouldn't be quicker?

-Yeah, we got three good wrists, don't we?

Grab the HoverJack.

-Okay.

-What did you do?

-Hey, no, I'm just faking it for sympathy.

-Ah.

-We're going to slide a mat underneath you that inflates nice and gently, Andy, okay?

-Uh-huh.

-So, when you vomited, was that after a larger meal at all?

-Mnh-mnh.

Just what they recommended, a few teaspoons.

-Okay.

♪♪ -I know the crash is all over the news, so you can call me anytime you need, okay?

But I don't want to hear any more about this crypto crap.

-Alright, I will do.

-I don't need hear that.

-I'll see you next week.

-Bye.

-Oh, hey.

-Hi.

-It's Caleb.

-Yes, I remember you.

-Yeah.

Oh, I didn't want to assume.

-Oh, well, mass-casualty incidents tend to jog the memory.

-[ Chuckles ] Yeah.

Anyway, hey, I wanted to give you this as, like, a little thank you for the pop-up cafe you did after the funeral.

-Oh, like, well, you didn't need to do that.

-Thank you.

-That's okay.

Oh, it's for everything you've done for the town really, so.

-Whoa!

Do we need an intervention?

-Tay, you remember Caleb?

He gave us this as a thank you.

-Oh, of course.

-Yeah.

Hey, how are you feeling?

-Um, pretty sore, actually.

But grateful, you know?

Um, I'm gonna go, okay?

I feel -- I feel really exhausted, so I think I'm just gonna... It's nice to see you again, Caleb.

-Yeah, you too.

-[ Chuckles ] -Chaya, do you have those costings for the tender?

-Crap.

Sorry.

I just -- I got distracted.

-I know it's a crazy time, but if this contract isn't as tight as possible and we lose the contract, none of us will have jobs to get distracted by, okay?

-Totally.

-Does anyone think that Graham and I are dating?

-Um... Well...no, I don't think -- Yeah.

Kind of every-- Well, ki-- Everyone.

-I didn't.

-Who are you?

-Alright, we'll go on "roll."

-Okay, ready?

Brace and roll.

-[ Groans ] -There we go.

-[ Groans ] -You alright there?

-Yeah, yeah.

-Sorry.

-No, no, no.

It's not your fault.

It's mine for breaking my damn wrist.

-You said it was sprained.

-Okay, Andy, I'm just gonna clip you in.

-Okay.

So, yeah, lunch was no bigger than normal?

-Breakfast, no.

-And nothing more than soft foods?

-I ate exactly what they told me, okay?

I did liquid and pureed soft food.

I've done exactly what they said.

-Okay, we believe it.

-No, you don't.

Neither does my gastro or the nurses at the clinic.

They all just reckon I've had a burger.

I'm exhausted.

I've done exactly what they said and I'm vomiting foam, and none of you believe me.

-Andy, we're sorry, okay?

We didn't mean to make you feel like that.

-And we're gonna find out what it is, alright?

-You said you vomited foam.

-Yeah.

That's all that comes out.

♪♪ -Okay, let's get you up on the stretcher.

[ Air hissing ] ♪♪ [ Tyres squeal ] -Hi.

-Hi.

-Kate?

-Yeah.

-How is he?

-He's really groggy and confused since he came off the horse.

You're Dr.

Harrod, aren't you?

-Yeah.

Eliza.

♪♪ -Guys, there's some bad weather heading our way.

If you want to stay and play, then we're staying the night.

-Heading to you now.

See you in five.

-Sorry, Andy, I know this is uncomfortable.

-These T-waves and voltages seem off.

Potassium might be low.

Yeah, calcium's through the floor, too.

-Uh, Wayne?

-What is it?

-I think you've got some kind of gastric outlet obstruction, which is causing what's called metabolic alkalosis, which is a lack of acid in your system.

-Is it from the surgery?

-Probably.

Might have healed over too much.

So, we do need to get you on the plane into hospital for a proper look, okay?

-But hey, it's alright, mate.

They can fix it.

-No, it's not that.

I'm just -- I don't know -- just relieved.

Thought I was going crazy.

-No, not crazy at all.

-The plane better bloody fit me.

-Mate, it fits Pete's head.

Look at that thing.

-Yeah, and Wayne's ego.

-It'll fit you.

-I know I'm obese.

You don't need to pretend anything else.

-No, no, no, you're suffering obesity.

I know as well as anyone how hard you've tried, Andy.

-For the last year, you haven't.

-Yeah.

Sorry I wasn't here.

-Yeah.

Well, why'd you piss off?

-Oh, million-dollar question there.

-Boys, must move.

That front's approaching by the second.

-Copy.

On our way.

-The front's here in 25.

Have to be wheels up in 20.

-Secure Andy.

I'll sit-rep the surgical team.

-Oh, wait, my makeup.

I've got to finish it.

-Do you need it, Andy?

-[ Groans ] No, but I hate not looking presentable.

I just want to look like I care about myself.

It's dumb.

Don't worry about it.

Aaah!

-You need surgery as soon as possible, okay?

We need to -- We need to move, okay?

-Hey, Gray, you said wheels up in 20, yeah?

-More like 15.

-Yeah, why, mate?

-'Cause the ambo is still here.

Her house is 5 minutes away.

-Pete, Pete.

-I'll be right back.

-Pete!

-Bloody hell!

♪♪ [ Birds chirping ] -Slight shaking in his left hand.

[ Horse neighs ] -Some nystagmus.

-What does that mean?

-It's a slight flicking of the eyes.

How's his general health, Kate?

-Yeah, good.

He's active.

He eats well.

-Any drugs, alcohol?

Is he a smoker?

-Uh, no.

He's even lost 20 kilos since he stopped drinking.

-And when was that?

-A couple of years ago.

-Pulse 48.

Extremities are cool.

He might be in shock.

-Alright, well, let's cycle BP again.

Check it's not a Cushing response, and let's grab an ECG.

I'll check lytes and sugar.

-Jenny.

I don't need hospital.

-No, no, Dad.

Jenny's my mum's name.

Is this from the head injury?

-Uh, it could be.

I'm just gonna check your heart and lungs.

♪♪ Did you actually see him fall off the horse, Kate?

-You think I'm lying?

-No.

No.

-I found him on the ground next to it.

It just seemed pretty clear to me.

-Kate, would you mind grabbing your dad some water?

It's getting warm out here.

♪♪ Did you forget her birthday or something?

-Whatever I did, she didn't like it.

She's about to like me a whole lot less.

-You don't think it's a head injury, do you?

-Shakes, confusion, nystagmus.

Sounds like Wernicke's encephalopathy to me.

-Thiamine deficiency.

-And with veins like those, I'd say due to quite severe alcoholism.

-So, not sober, then?

-He's got two minutes before I personally go find him and kick his bloody ass.

-And with a minute to spare.

-[ Groaning ] -Here we go.

-Thank you.

-That's alright.

-Righteo, must leave now.

-[ Groans ] ♪♪ -Alright, Andy, here we go.

Finally.

♪♪ [ Horse neighs ] ♪♪ -So, are we going to hospital now?

-Nah, no, I don't want to go in.

-Dad, you're confused.

You've hit your head.

You have to go.

-Actually, I think what your father is suffering from is a thiamine deficiency, so we've given him a shot now, and then all he has to do is go into town for a second dose and some follow-up tests.

-So, you're gonna leave him here, too?

-What?

-We know Anna's family.

We know what happened on that bus crash, alright?

-Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!

-Dad?

-Dad?

-[ Groans ] -Brian?

Matty?

-It's alright.

It's alright.

-Centre, fly doc 289 leaving flight level 200 on descent to Broken Hill.

♪♪ -Told you.

Plenty of time.

-Yeah, I'll call Leoni, shall I, and have a ticker-tape parade waiting for you.

-Alright.

Can you just say whatever it is you need to say?

-I said, "Pete," as in "Pete, don't go be a hero and get us stranded for some lipstick."

-Yeah, but it's not just lipstick, is it?

It's her peace of mind.

It's to remind us and the surgeon and, you know, whoever else might be making judgements about her when she's sedated, that she cares about herself, and so we should, too.

-Mate, you're gonna lecture me on unconscious bias now, eh?

-Oh, geez.

This whole pissy routine is getting very, very tedious.

-Pissy?

-Yeah.

Yeah, first you're sulking 'cause I didn't come back.

Now you're angry 'cause I did.

-One year later with a gammy wrist and zero explanation.

-Well, come on then, what do you want to know, mate?

-How about why you buggered off to Adelaide when you knew we were all under the pump?

Mate, you knew we were drowning out here.

You still pissed off anyway, without so much as a "catch you later."

-Oi, can you two stop bickering, like?

-Oh!

Oh, ah!

What the hell was that?

-No, no, we're good, Andy, just a bit of turbulence.

-Graham, we're banking.

Gray?

♪♪ Graham, Graham, just get this on for me, okay?

-Where's Pete?

What's happening?

-He's fine.

He's fine.

-You alright, mate?

Do you know where you are?

Gray, do you know what year it is?

-[ Mumbling ] ♪♪ -Mate, when was your last incapacitated-pilot training?

-Medical transport course.

A couple of months ago.

-How many is a couple?

-Six, maybe.

-Christ!

-Okay.

Autopilot is on.

♪♪ Pulse and breathing is steady, but no, he's definitely concussed.

♪♪ -See you again tomorrow.

-You'll get there.

-It just takes time.

-Yep.

Hey, Lee.

You know, we're all waiting to just be really, really happy for you and Graham, right?

-How is it for you?

You know, the whole work relationship thing.

-Look, it can be tricky at times but I guess that's how you know it's really worth it.

-Uh, VJC, this is Mike Quebec.

Um, what are we?

Kilo?

-Uh, do you read?

-Kilo, VJC.

Is that you, Pete?

-Yeah, yeah, a slight problem here.

-What?

Where's Graham?

-Uh, well, that would be the problem.

He's been concussed in turbulence.

-Is he okay?

-Yeah, no.

He's too out of it to fly.

Uh, autopilot switched on.

I'm at the yoke and I'd love to get a bit of help, please.

-You're the designated MTS pilot.

-Yeah, before mat leave.

-Well, the only other one's Graham.

-Okay.

Pete, are you there?

It's Mira.

Um, autopilot's definitely on, yeah?

-Yes.

-Okay, good.

I'm gonna jump into the sim, and I'll call you straight back, alright?

-How hard is a King Air to talk someone down in compared to other planes?

-Uh... Yeah, no worse than anything else.

-Well, what's wrong with the pilot?

Why is Pete up there?

He's just checking him, okay, Andy?

-Well, what does he need to check on?

-Look, it's nothing we haven't practised for a thousand times, okay?

Here we go.

-Aah!

-Hey, Pete, you there?

-Yep.

-Okay, so the first thing we need is the fuel quantity.

Can you read the round dials on Graham's side, please?

-Yes.

There's 300, 300 in both tanks.

-Okay, great.

We've got plenty of time.

We'll get you down well before that, okay?

So, just try and stay calm.

-[ Scoffs ] Yeah, right.

-How long does 300 pounds give us?

-About an hour.

-Hey, we just heard over the radio.

What can we do?

-Fire and Rescue and ambos are on their way.

Can you...?

-Yeah, I'll get them set up.

-Stay there.

-BP's still low.

Bloods don't seem to be helping.

-Oh!

-Let's sit him up.

-Let's turn him.

-You guys have to help him.

-[ Coughing ] -God, do something.

-BP's dropping.

-We need to control the source of the haemorrhage.

Get the Blakemore tube while I remove the nasogastric.

-What are you doing now?

Why are you taking that out?

-Your father is bleeding from his gut, so we're going to insert that balloon down his oesophagus and inflate it to help stop the blood flow.

♪♪ Let's set him up to 45.

♪♪ ♪♪ Okay.

Can you swallow for me, Brian?

Just swallow.

♪♪ Alright, you're doing well.

That's it.

Okay.

Okay.

♪♪ Okay.

Inflate to 50 mil.

I'll confirm.

♪♪ ♪♪ I can see the balloon in the stomach.

Let's inflate in 50-mil increments to 250 mil.

-I don't understand how you missed all of this.

-All of this occurred to severe alcoholism over a period of at least six months, Kate.

So I'm not the one who missed anything.

I'm trying to save your father's life.

Please let me.

-Balloon's up.

-We still need an airway.

Let's intubate him before the flight.

Get moving, please.

-Okay, and on that screen, there's a compass.

Like a little blue marker.

Do you see it?

-Yep, yep.

Okay.

-Okay, great.

We're gonna adjust your flight path now.

Okay, so between the windscreens, can you see a little knob labelled HDG?

-Uh... H-- Yep.

-Great.

That's heading.

When we push that button, the blue numbers on the compass will change.

So I need you to dial it right to 300, 3-0-0.

-Okay, 3-0-0, confirmed.

-Okay, well done.

I'm going to set a timer.

There is nothing to do for 10 minutes, okay?

I just need to chat to air traffic control.

Can you flag your position by pressing the button at your right thumb on the yoke?

-Uh... Yep, done.

-Great.

Now ATC will know where you are.

Okay, I'll be back with you soon.

-Uh... -What's that?

-Miz, Miz.

-Centre, can you identify the exact position of Mike Quebec Kilo?

-Mira.

-What's happening?

-I mean, I don't know, uh... -We're not picking them up manually.

-Well, I asked them to squawk ident.

They should be approximately 9-5 miles on the 210 radial Broken Hill.

-VJC, this is Kilo.

We need Mira back.

We're alarming and banking here.

-Mira, Pete's on radio.

-Oh, okay.

Pete, Pete, what's happening?

-There's alarms and we've started banking.

-But -- But heading, heading was just north, right?

-Yes.

-What have I done?

[ Gasps ] Pete, press autopilot again.

-Yeah, I've already done that.

-No, no, press it again.

♪♪ Sorry, sorry.

You're sitting in the right-hand seat.

I'm picturing the left.

The button that I told you to press is actually on the opposite side.

You've pressed the autopilot disconnect.

I actu -- I need you to press the ATC identification button, which is at your left thumb.

-Are you sure?

-I'm 100% sure.

The left side.

-Okay.

-Okay, great.

Um... Now they know where you are and you're heading to us, okay?

I'm -- I'm so sorry.

-Are you okay?

-Uh, I think so, yeah.

-And, Wayne, how are you?

-Yeah, yeah.

We're just hanging in there.

-Okay.

Um... Alright.

I'm gonna set a timer.

Just hang hang tight for 10.

-No, no, no, no, no, you're not leaving me again.

-No, no, no, I'm not, I'm not.

-We're here, we're here.

-Yeah, we'll be on the radio, okay?

I'm just gonna go to the bathroom, okay?

I've got the timer.

♪♪ ♪♪ -Mum made me promise to take care of him.

Before she died, sh-- she told me to make sure he didn't relapse.

I had no idea.

Or -- Or maybe I did, and I just -- I didn't want to admit it.

[ Voice breaking ] Oh, God, he could have died, if he was still out there, couldn't he?

-Hey.

He's going to feel a lot better in the hospital.

-Thank you.

♪♪ ♪♪ -[ Hyperventilating ] ♪♪ ♪♪ Oh, come on!

[ Inhales deeply ] -Hey, are you okay?

-Yeah, yeah.

Don't worry.

I've -- I've set a timer, so it's all good.

-Hey, I know that Wayne is on board and I cannot -- I cannot imagine how hard this is, Miz, but... you -- you have got this, okay?

-Can you slap me?

-What?

-I just need you to slap me.

-No, I'm not gonna slap you, Mira.

-No, try it, please.

I need you to slap me.

-[ Indistinct arguing ] -Just slap me!

Thank you.

♪♪ ♪♪ -Mate, I'm, um... I should have told you.

You're right, I'm sorry.

-Eh?

-Um... Why I stayed in Adelaide after the retraining.

-Mate, you really want to do this now?

-Well, we might be hard-pressed finding future opportunities, you know?

-Just land this plane.

We'll call it even, okay?

♪♪ -[ Beeping ] -You alright?

-Yep, fine.

-What's happening?

-Graham was concussed.

Mira's talking them down.

-So, who's flying the plane?

-Pete.

-Oh, my God!

It's alright.

He's got this.

-Yeah.

I mean, Pete's done all the training, right?

-Did you get your wings back, Mira?

-Uh, nope.

-Do you want me to take over?

King Airs are the most complicated to land.

-Even jets are simpler.

-I thought you said -- -It's fine, Lee.

It's okay.

-You sure you don't need me to -- -Actually, what I need is for you to stop mansplaining my aircraft to me and start being useful, okay?

Now, what was your wind speed when you landed, please?

-18.

1-8 knots.

-Hmm.

-18?

Is that too much?

-It is for, you know, someone who's never landed a plane.

-I approached runway 1-4 from back over town.

-Much smoother.

-Can they do that?

-It's riskier and it takes longer.

How much tail wind have we got if we take runway 2-3?

-Seven to eight knots.

-Wait.

What are the options?

-A quicker, simpler landing where crosswinds are a problem or a more complicated landing where they're not.

-So what do we do?

[ Timer beeps ] -Position emergency services midway at the airport.

We'll take Runway 2-3 head on.

-What about the wind?

-I don't know.

Pray that Mother Nature holds her breath.

♪♪ -Okay, Pete, are you there?

-Unfortunately, yes, yep.

-Okay, so ATC have cleared the airspace, which means we're gonna get ready for landing, okay?

-Oh, bloody hell!

-Hey, listen to me.

You've trained for this, okay?

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

-[ Grunts ] -Now, the first thing I need you to do is disengage the autopilot.

-Okay.

At least I know where that is.

Yep.

-Okay, great.

You're now controlling the plane.

Now, on the flight management computer, down to your left, I need you to press the approach departure button.

It's been programmed to guide you to the runway and bring you in.

-Yeah.

What, automatically?

-Not quite.

You still have to keep the snowflake in the middle of the target, just like a video game.

-Only video games don't kill you if you lose.

How rough are we talking here?

-Look, I'm gonna be honest.

It's not gonna be smooth.

-Um, Miz, if this doesn't pan out... -No, it's gonna pan, okay?

-It's panning.

-Yeah, yeah, yeah.

But if it doesn't, can you just make sure with Taylor that she knows -- -No, shut up, shut up, shut up.

We're not getting hysterical.

We're landing a plane.

Now, just shut up and focus.

-Yeah, roger that.

[ Siren wails ] -Broken Hill 3-4 to base.

Moving emergency vehicles into position now.

Is that really Pete up there?

-Apparently.

-Geez.

Quite the crap magnet, isn't he?

-Okay, now, the propeller levers are in the middle console, okay?

I need you to push them full forward to fine.

-Okay, prop levers.

Full forward.

Yeah.

-Yep.

Okay.

And the big levers on the left, the biggest ones, the power levers, I want you to bring them back to 600.

6-0-0.

-Okay, 600, yeah.

-Great.

And on screen one, what's your airspeed?

-What's my what?

-Your airspeed.

-Uh, 195.

-Okay, great, great.

We're gonna activate the flap lever now, okay?

So, middle console again.

Under where it says fuel cut-off levers.

I want you to move them down one step.

Okay?

And then tell me when you see 1-8-0 on the airspeed indicator.

-Yep, that's 1-8-0.

-Okay, great.

Now we're gonna put the landing gear down, okay?

-Bloody hell, Miz.

-Okay, the one near Graham's right knee, the white tyre-looking thing, I want you to pull that towards you and down.

It should go red.

-Yeah.

-And when the wheels are in position, the button will turn green.

♪♪ -Yep, yep, light's green.

Shit.

-Okay, great.

The wheels are in position and you're ready to land.

-Hey, you're a natural.

-Don't.

Don't even.

Don't, mate, don't.

-Shit, shit!

-Pete, Pete, what is it?

-You said there would be those crosswinds, I think.

-Just keep it steady.

-It's just a -- It's getting pretty dicey up here.

We're bouncing around a lot.

-Yeah, just keep the snowflake in the centre.

-Yeah, I just -- I can't keep it in the middle, eh?

-Relax your grip, alright?

Just try not to over-control it.

Remember the training.

-Geez, Miz, I think we need to pull up.

-Hey, no, no, no.

Pete, stay with it.

-You have to do this now.

-Yeah, righto.

-When you hit 20 feet, lift the power lever handle up and pull back to stop.

-What, what, what, what?

Lift the what?

-The power lever handle, up and back.

And then pull the fuel cutoff levers closest to you.

-100.

-Fuel cutoff back.

-The fuel cutoff levers, you're gonna pull them back.

Right back to stop.

-50.

30.

-20.

-Power lever, Pete.

-Yep.

Up then pull back, yeah.

♪♪ -[ Tyres squeal ] -[ Groans ] -Pull the fuel cutoff levers.

-Yeah.

-Now pull the yoke towards you.

And push both foot pedals.

♪♪ Pete?

What -- What happened?

♪♪ -[ Chuckles ] They've landed.

All clear.

-Oh, my God!

-Oh, my God!

[ Laughs ] -Oh, my!

-Oh, my God!

-You are the greatest.

-[ Chuckles ] -[ Smooching ] -[ Both laugh ] -Who needs wings, eh?

-[ Laughter ] ♪♪ -We alive?

-I think so, yeah.

-I think I've pissed myself.

-Oh, boy.

-Quite a first week back.

-Yeah.

What the hell was that?

-Here we go, Gray.

-Chair behind you.

-Come on, mate.

-Let's set you up.

-Are you alright?

-Yeah, don't worry, he's -- Whoa.

Fine.

-Can't get rid of me that easily.

-[ Scoffs ] I don't want to.

♪♪ -Looks like I missed out on quite a bit.

-Are you alright?

-Yeah.

-[ Sighs ] -Where's Taylor?

She didn't -- She didn't -- -No.

No, don't worry.

She went home to rest.

She missed all of it.

♪♪ -Coming for my job, eh?

-You are not paying for a drink ever again.

-Good, 'cause I need about a thousand after that.

-Thank you.

-Well done, buddy.

-Can I get one of those?

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Indistinct conversations ] -Hey, here's to Top Gun.

-Come on.

Maverick will do it.

-Oh, Goose at best.

-I was talking about Miz, mate.

She did all the hard work.

You were just a puppet.

-Yeah, I don't know if any pilots ever crashed a plane before they get their wings back.

-Or landed one.

-Yeah.

-Hey, how's Andrea?

-Anastomosis strictures.

She's in surgery now.

-Oh, what a trouper.

-Yeah, they'll let us know when she's out.

She said to say goodbye.

-Hey, hey.

-Hey.

-There he is, man of the hour.

-Thanks, mate.

-I'm putting on a tab for all of you.

-What?

-Oh, legend!

-What a dreamboat.

-[ Laughs ] It's the least I can do for saving us all a lot of trauma.

But, more importantly, a lot of paperwork.

-Legend.

-I'll second that.

I'm gonna give him hand.

Matty, you let me guess -- Pinot Gris and, Chaya, whisky neat?

-Ah, she's been sober five years, and what's Pinot Gris supposed to be?

-Don't worry.

-Rosé?

-What?

-More water?

-No, thanks.

I'm good.

-Of course I want to be with you.

You almost becoming an episode of "Air Crash Investigations" really brought that into focus.

[ Both chuckle ] I just worried that if we made this public at work, it could...complicate things.

-It won't matter for a while, anyway.

Concussion means mandatory time off, then restricted flying.

It could take months to get my full class A back.

-Well, then, let's get out of here.

-Eh?

-I haven't been on a trip in years.

We've both got long service leave.

-What about your contract tender?

-There's always a contract tender.

Pete's back.

He and Matty can handle it.

What do you reckon?

-I reckon yes.

-[ Laughs ] [ Cellphone chimes ] -What is it?

♪♪ ♪♪ -I'm so sorry about that bottle of wine.

-Oh, please.

Do you know how many bottles of thank-you port I've been able to re-gift?

It's like I never have to buy presents.

-Yeah, I mean, still though, being sober has got to be fun in a town where every catch-up involves at least several beers.

-Thank you.

Um, yeah.

Well, there are other ways to stay social.

-Thanks.

-Is that right?

-Mm.

I mean, you know, if you're creative.

-Well, you know, I've always been told I've got a bit of an artistic bent.

-Oh.

-So, the question is, what are you into?

Macramé, water colours?

-[ Laughs ] Okay.

Well, if we were to paint together, it would have to be purely casual.

-So, you mean no-strings-attached painting?

-Well, just because colleagues, you know, doesn't really mix well.

At least not for me.

-Wait, are we not talking about an art project?

-No, we are.

Art project.

Oh, hey.

-Hey.

-How are you feeling?

-Well, like I know what my nightmares are gonna be like for the rest of my life.

-[ Laughs ] I was worried about you, though.

-I was worried about me there for -- [ Laughs ] -What?

What?

-This is so dumb.

You know, all I could think about when I was up there was that movie "Airplane!"

-Oh, my God.

I love that film.

-Yeah, when the pilot passes out and they get a man -up from the back to... -Yeah.

[ Deep voice ] "Can you fly this plane and land it?"

-"Surely you can't be serious."

-"I am serious."

-"And don't call me Shirley."

-"And don't call me Shirley."

-Glad to see you're laughing, mate.

-Hey, yeah, yeah.

-[ Laughs ] -Did you ever see "Airplane!

", the Leslie Nielsen film?

-Yeah.

-No, no.

-Ah.

-It's stupid.

It's idiots landing planes.

-Okay, adrenaline has worn down to pure exhaustion.

I'm gonna get her home.

You stay.

-No, no, no, I'm coming.

I'm not letting you two out my sight.

-Are you off?

-Yeah.

-Oh, thanks again.

You're a legend.

-Good night, guys.

-Have a good night.

-See you at work, mate.

-See yas.

-See you.

-Hey, I might come with you.

-You know, it wasn't just the work stuff, me being pissed.

-Oh, yeah?

-Kalthi's just the best but, you know, losing Timmy, after he died you said you'd be there and you weren't, mate.

-I had never thought of it like that, um, which doesn't make me any less selfish, I know.

But, well, mate, I'm sorry.

-No, no, no, I mean, I think I get it now.

But you might want to think about saying something soon.

I think they're getting pretty serious.

♪♪ -See you at work.

-Yeah, see you.

[ Ringtone playing ] -Oh!

I am out of hours.

Don't even think about it.

-Uh, so, just got word back from pathology on Owen Tidwell.

The bus driver.

It's confidential till the trial, but his tox screens have come back positive for amphetamines.

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