RFDS: Royal Flying Doctor Service

(serene music) I've been picked out by the Flying Doctors three times.

Why hasn't it ever been you?

Hey, we can't force him to get help.

Yeah, well, can you try a little bit harder than that, Pete?

(Pete) What's here, it means something.

I'm going back to London.

Why?

But it can potentially be a tumor.

Like cancer?

(gunshot) What was that?

(Pete) Johnny?

Johnny, lift up.

-Hey, hey, hey.

-Lift back.

(Cameron) Is that Johnny?

(Taylor) Shh!

It's okay, they're helping you.

Search just dipped.

It's too far in.

I thought the Locum said not to touch him.

(crashing) (Pete) Shit.

We'll have to do a trach.* What about the turbulence?

He needs a surgical airway now.

Have you done this before?

On dummies and dead sheep, yeah.

That was pretty impressive today.

Well, I'm bloody glad you were there.

(Matty) And the inaugural Sweeney Todd award goes to... (Wayne) Dr. Pete Emerson.

(applause and cheering) (Wayne) For heroics in the field.

You're a cut above the rest, mate.

(Pete) Yes, and I'd like to thank the academy and-- -Show us your pecs.

-Yeah, take it off!

(Matty) Hmm, that's my boy!

(Wayne) Yeah, right, all right, all right.

Now, uh, nice surprises, today's M&M, we're looking at White Cliff's rodeo, the CICO scenario that led to a surgical airway.

(Mira) Sorry, back in a minute.

How is he?

(Wayne) Yeah, spoke to the trauma reg in Adelaide, Good news, he's been extubated and MRI brain all looked normal, so well-done, mate.

(Chaya) Nice one.

(Wayne) The cognitive test did reveal some issues with his speech, and MRI neck indicated some damage to the recurrent laryngeal nerve-- From the cut?

(Wayne) Yeah, but probably an aberrant pathway.

I mean, it's unlucky, but-- How bad is it?

(Wayne) Not sure, they were tempted to repair it.

We'll know more in the coming weeks.

That's a pretty amazing outcome given the circumstances, okay?

Mmm.

(gagging noises) (vomiting noises) (water running) (Pete) On the plane, yeah, and the Locum said not to touch the tube, but-- He said that specifically?

Yeah, but he was only ventilating one lung, so-- (Matty) And, uh, the tube was like 28 centimeters at the teeth, right?

So you pulled the tube rather than adjusting?

No, no, no, no, I tried adjusting.

And then we hit, like, really bad turbulence.

(Pete) And then it just came out, so I tried, uh, re-intubating straight away.

With the bougie?

(Pete) Yeah, the laryngoscope was still in the throat, but it was a mess with swelling and mud and that was unsuccessful.

We tried two-person bag and mask, LMA as rescue, but it was clear we'd hit CICO and vortex took us to the front of the neck.

All aboard for the Louth clinic.

Bring me back some of Viv's scones.

(Matty) Do you really need the carbs?

(footsteps) (dramatic music) Hey!

You joining us?

Uh, I have a meeting in Dubbo.

I'll read the minutes.

Of course you do.

(engine humming) (Matty) I actually think you made a very wise decision, swapping intubations for drum circles.

Yeah, just wait 'til you hear a class of seven year olds with drums.

(Matty laughs) You're quiet today, Leonie.

-What?

-Dreaming of Dr. Hottie again?

Can we just have a bit of quiet time for once please, Matty?

(serene music) (Chaya) Give your wrists a little bit of a shake.

And we're gonna go back into downward dog.

All right, arch those backs.

Nice and high, and exhale, coming back through the cat pose.

Heads up.

And we're gonna stay here for a little bit longer.

(Matty) All righty, Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch.

Hey, mate, how are you?

It's been too long... how's the toe?

(Chaya) And now we're gonna come into what we call downward dog, So, butts in the air!

Butts in the air!

Listening, Tommy!

(Chaya) Okay, nice and high.

(exhalations and groans) You all right?

(Sherry) Yeah!

Yep, getting old.

(laughter) (Chaya) All right, now, pedal through those feet to lift your heels up and down, up and down.

(Cameron) There's a plot twist.

Yeah, didn't I tell you?

(Cameron) That don't phase me.

I love kids.

What are you doing here?

(Cameron) Finished your fences early.

Thought I'd pop in.

From Innamincka?

I actually live in Tilpa.

Ringer from Innamincka, just sounds better.

Here for a follow-up, I hope?

(baby gurgles) This is my follow-up.

I'm on lunch at one.

I'll make sure you saw Matty.

(Cameron) Lunch at one it is.

I'll show you the best vanilla slice in Australia.

(Chaya) Push that leg high into the sky!

-Oh!

-Sherry, you all right?

(Sherry) Yeah, yeah, I'm good.

I'm good.

Oh...yep.

I'm good.

(Sherry groans) (Chaya) Sherry?

Sherry?

Matty?

Matty!

Matty?

(Sherry groans) What's happened?

(Chaya) She's just collapsed and is holding her stomach.

Um, you okay?

Uh, Sherry, let's...let's get her into the bed, okay?

Sherry, where's the pain?

Can you tell me?

(Sherry groans) (Matty) Okay, yeah, let's go.

A history of recurrent UTIs, she's collapsed with acute abdo pain, vomiting, some PV spotting.

Actually, let's get a couple of units of packed reds and a bag of cryo just in case.

-Roger that.

-Hey!

Where have you been?

(Mira) I just, um, had to get something from the chemist.

Uh, what do we got?

Uh, 38 year old female, 60 kilos, non-specific abdo pain, so potential ground level cabin.

That work?

Uh, yeah, should be fine; I'll just check, hang on.

-Pregnant?

-What?

The woman.

Abdo pain, the reason for the $5,000 flight?

-Oh, yeah.

-No, she reckons not.

She's got a couple of kids already, so...

I reckon gallstones or something ovarian.

-Oh.

-Well, we're all good for fuel, so wheels up in twenty.

(Pete) I'll prep the cabin.

(footsteps) (relaxing music) (plane engine noises) So, would you have kept trying to re-intubate?

With the CICO?

(Wayne) I wasn't there.

(Pete) Give it a crack.

(Wayne) No, you tried with the bougie twice, you had to move on.

-What about a needle?

-Higher failure rate.

(Pete) Yeah, but less chance of cutting the nerve.

(Wayne) You saved his life, Pete.

(Pete) Yeah, but if I got that tube back in, I could have saved his voice, too.

(Wayne) And if we had a doctor there, you wouldn't have had to deal with any of it.

(engine noises) (pensive music) (Matty) She's, uh, mildly tachy at 105, BP 95/63 and respite 20.

(Wayne) Why's she so convinced she's not pregnant?

(Matty) Her husband had the snip after their two kids.

(Wayne) Got access?

(Matty) Yup, taken bloods and just started fluids.

(Wayne) All right, let's start her on some antibiotics as well.

What's her urine dip?

(Matty) Ah, she's a bit dehydrated, so we only just got a sample.

We're testing it now.

(Chaya) Yeah, but there's something, um, not quite right.

(Pete) With her urine?

Uh, with the vibe.

(Wayne) The vibe?

Like, the ambiance?

What are we talking?

(Matty) Just, you know, there's something-- -Yeah, there's a vibe.

-The vibe.

(Sherry groans) (heavy breathing) Ooh!

-Ooh, sorry, tender?

-Mmm, yeah.

(Wayne) Still got your appendix?

No, had it removed when I was a kid, ooh!

(Wayne) What about going to the toilet?

Everything normal there, no burning?

(Sherry) Nope, clockwork.

(Craig) Hey, what's going on?

School said you'd collapsed.

I'm fine.

Um, this is my husband, Craig.

(Craig) Is it a UTI again?

(Sherry) No, no, this is just my period coming.

I'm sorry if I just wasted your time.

-No, it's never a waste.

-Yeah, trust me.

We love it when it's nothing serious.

So, so, what could it be?

(Wayne) Uh, we'll take some blood, check the urine, see what that shows as well.

In the meantime, do you mind if I do an ultrasound, Sherry?

(Sherry) I'm not pregnant, I told you.

(Wayne) It's just to check for any other possible causes, okay?

Ovarian torsion, gallstones, bleeding, that sort of thing.

I'm fine.

Um, if you can just give me something, I will get to the doctor at the end of the week.

I'll give you some pain relief, but it's really important we rule a few serious things out first, okay?

(Matty) Um, Pete, Wayne, got a sec?

(sad music) (Sherry groans) (Wayne) Oh, so she is pregnant?

(Matty) Yeah.

(Peter) But the husband's had a vasectomy.

(Matty) Yeah.

-Ah!

-Oh!

(Matty) Yeah.

(Wayne) Well, let's try and separate them, figure something out.

(Craig) What's happening?

(Pete) Uh, we're not sure yet, but she will need an overnight bag if we have to get her to hospital.

-Yeah, I already grabbed it.

-Ah, yeah, yeah.

(Wayne) Actually, there's some extra gear we need from the plane, any chance you could ride out and pick it up from the pilot?

(Pete) The RAMs get a bit funny when we nick their Troopy.

(laughter) Okay, yeah.

So, how serious do you reckon it could-- (Wayne) Best grab those tests and we'll find out, okay?

The pilot's name is Mira.

(tense music) (clock bells chiming) Islington, please.

(music swells) (bottles clatter) (footsteps) (Eliza) It's almost midnight, what are you doing?

(Henry) Looking for Dad's, uh, Swiss Army knife.

Do you know if he took it?

I don't know.

What do you need his Swiss Army knife for?

-What's this?

-It's a 'round-the-world ticket.

Dad gave it to me for my 18th.

Dad got you a 'round-the-world ticket?

Yeah, and Louis is in Thailand, so I'm gonna go meet him.

That's my backpack.

(Henry) Well, when do you ever use it?

Well, I thought you'd be happy, you're free.

Next six months, anyway.

You're going for six months?

Yeah, well, I mean as long as I can, uh, still got that money from Grandma, so... And what happens when that runs out?

(Henry) I dunno.

Guess I'll just come back here?

Because I'll...still be here.

(emotional music) Look, how 'bout just being happy for me for once?

You get to do you for a while.

Live your own life.

Well, you have to admit this is getting a little co-dependent.

(clock ticking) Uh, so do you know where the knife is?

(Eliza) Uh, try the office drawers.

(Henry) Thanks.

Love you!

(ocean waves churning) (airplane engine roars) (Graham) Flydoc 289, landed Dubbo, cancel SARWATCH.

Welcome to beautiful Dubbo, the Tuscany of Western New South Wales.

You're free to move around the cabin.

Thank you.

(Graham) Ugh.

You'll be looking to buy a place here soon, eh?

Look, I know people resent me being across both bases, but that's just the way it is.

That's my job, okay?

No, I know.

I was just saying-- Thanks for the lift.

Can I open the door?

See you at five.

(birdsong) (flies buzzing) (throat clearing) (zipper sounds) (rustling) (Wayne) Miz, you there?

Yep, yeah, how you lookin'?

Turns out she's pregnant after all, but the husband isn't exactly aware of it.

He's also not exactly fertile.

Huh.

(Wayne) Look, I've sent him your way for some gear.

Can you keep him occupied for a bit while we get to the bottom of it?

Uh, uh, yup, yup, I'm on it.

(rustling and zipping sounds) (Sherry) I can't be pregnant!

(Pete) It's pretty accurate.

(Sherry) But I'm not, I took care of it.

Please don't tell Craig.

Hey, we won't tell him anything you don't want us to, okay?

(stirring music) I took these pills.

(Chaya) From your doctor?

(Sherry) No, from the internet.

I thought so hard about whether I was doing the right thing.

It didn't even matter.

No one's judging anything, okay?

(Pete) Hey, hey, it's... it turns out she did know.

She bought some underground abortion pills online.

-Could have been anything.

-Yeah.

Sherry, I understand this is difficult, but can you tell me how long ago you took these pills?

Oh, about a week ago.

(Pete) Do you know how many weeks pregnant you might have been?

Maybe three months.

Bit more.

I'm actually fine.

-I'm-I'm-I'm gonna go.

-Hey, Sherry.

(Wayne) Sherry... unfortunately, the pills you found online probably weren't what they said they were, and if you're still pregnant, we really need to have a look, and find out, okay?

For your own safety.

-C'mon, Just gentle, gentle.

-There you go.

(Wayne) Okay, let's just lie her flat.

Okay, there we go.

Some cold stuff coming on, Sherry.

(Chaya) So, how old are your girls, Sherry?

(Sherry) Oh, Holly's 14 and Stevie's 12, going on 20.

(laughter) (Chaya) They here in town?

(Sherry) No, they're boarding in Dubbo.

And how's the BP?

(Pete) Ah, yeah, still pretty steady.

It's 110/70.

What is it?

There is a pregnancy there, Sherry, but it's not viable.

Okay, that's where the bleeding's coming from.

We need to get you to surgery for a D&C, remove it as quickly as possible, okay?

I'm sorry.

(Chaya) Hey, don't need to be sorry, it's okay.

And we'll be with you all the way, all right?

Craig can't find out.

-It'll wreck him, okay?

-Okay.

(Sherry) No, seriously, he will not handle it.

(Pete) Whoa, hey, what if I tell him he's just got to get his own way into Dubbo?

No, no, the girls will be there.

He has to be with them.

If something happens to me in surgery, okay?

Please, please take him with us.

(pensive music) Okay, give us a sec.

Okay, Sherry?

(Chaya) You're all right.

(sobbing) (Pete) What do you reckon?

BP's looking good, we've got bloods just in case.

I'll do a spit, check if there's any active bleeding, and then let's get her in, and hope the OS stays shut 'til we get to theater.

By the way, I think we could really use your help.

Any chance you could tag along?

Yeah, of course.

(Dr. Salah) So, you can see the tumor here on the right ovary.

So you can't just take that one?

We could, but it might also be on the left one, and there's no way of knowing until we take it out.

Most ovarian cancers are quite aggressive, with high mortality rates.

So, my advice would be, if pregnancy isn't part of your thinking-- Again, I'm 49.

Then I'd say it's safest to have both ovaries and the uterus taken out.

It can be done with small keyhole incisions, so recovery's fast.

Well, that's good, 'cause I've got hockey finals next week.

(Dr. Salah) Well-- Joking.

And, uh, so, instant menopause, and all that?

Mmm, that's right.

We can discuss hormone replacement therapy, although we'll need to weigh up the risks and benefits once we get the histology report, which tells us whether the tumor is cancerous or not.

Here are the pamphlets going over the surgery, everything you need to know.

(Leonie) Thanks.

If you have any questions, just give me a call, okay?

Yeah.

(Dr. Salah) Is there anyone who can be with you through this?

Would it help if I updated them, too?

No...no, I'm fine.

(Dr. Salah) Okay.

(moving music) (cell phone rings) Hi!

Is everything okay?

Yeah, what?

Isn't it midnight there?

(Eliza) It is, I dropped Henry at the airport, and now I'm halfway through a bottle of your finest Barossa Shiraz.

But you're okay?

I'm okay.

Sloshed, actually, in honor of the fact that I am now the sole occupant of an entire London townhouse.

If you ever want to come for a London adventure... wait, where are you?

Uh...I'm in a park in Dubbo.

(somber music) (Eliza) Are you okay?

No.

Sorry.

What is it?

(Mira) Here, mate, can you take this pack, too?

Thanks.

Oh, actually, sorry, wrong one.

Sorry, mate.

Thanks.

Should I call the girls?

Sorry?

They're in school.

I don't want to worry them, but... Do you have kids?

What do you reckon?

Looks like they beat you here.

(engine revs) (engine roars) Hey, hey, is she okay?

(Wayne) There's some pelvic bleeding, so she's gonna need an operation to stop it.

What from?

(Wayne) We'll know more when they get in and have a look, okay?

How are we for weight if Chaya and, um, Craig join us?

Right, so he's-- Sherry wants Craig with the girls.

Well, we'll be cozy, but we'll be all right for weight.

(Pete) Could we get a hand with the stretcher?

All right, three, one, two, three.

(exciting beat) Wayne, ACC.

(instrument beeping) (Wayne) Dr. Yates, yeah?

(Craig) So, how serious could it be?

As soon as we can do some scans in hospital, we'll know more.

(Wayne) We're pretty chockers here; any crews from central or Port Augusta in the vicinity available?

All right, give us a second.

(Pete) What do you got?

Couple of grey nomads got bogged down in Merryburn.

73 year old male, 70 kilos, used a tree trunk to haul himself out, except the tree snapped.

Sounds like he's cracked his femur.

(Pete) Any bone on view?

(Wayne) No, he's got some bad bruising and an upper thigh deformity.

(Pete) Who's available?

At least a four hour wait for Port Augusta.

We're the closest.

Yeah, but we can't stop, can we?

(Wayne) I'm just worried this guy might not survive four hours.

(Sherry) What's happened?

(Pete) Ah, just an accident.

We're just trying to work out logistics.

(Sherry) It sounds bad.

(Pete) Ah, yes, the old fellow's broken his leg.

Well, you've got to pick him up.

Wait, wait, hang on.

(Sherry) We've got a spare bed here.

Yeah, I know, we do, but you don't have to worry about that, Sherry.

(Sherry) I don't want to be the reason he doesn't get help.

Darling, just leave it up to them.

You're the priority.

You just said you're worried about him.

(Mira) How far are they from Merryburn?

(Wayne) She said they got bogged at Perry Creek.

(Mira) Well, Perry Creek runs near Blue Hill.

I could see if Tugger's in.

(Wayne) How much time would we lose?

(Mira) We're pretty much going over the top.

(Sherry) Please, you have to pick the poor man up, okay?

What do you reckon?

Um, I don't know, she could start bleeding again, any minute, couldn't she?

She's hemodynamically stable for the moment.

Mira, call Tugger, see if he can pick us up.

Hang on, you said she needs surgery.

Craig, I told them to.

Thank you.

That's all right.

(dramatic music) (engine revving) (tense music) How's that strip looking, Tugger?

(Tugger) Yeah, great.

Roo run's all complete, Mira.

(Mira) Legend, thanks.

Cockpit closed for landing (Pete) It's gonna take two of us to resus and package him with a binder and traction split.

(Wayne) Well, maybe, I reckon I could do a quick primary and package, sort the rest out with you when I get back.

(Mira) I could go with you.

(Wayne) You sure?

Yeah, then Pete can stay with Sherry.

(exciting music) (Tugger) Not surprised they got into trouble.

It looks firm, but the ground's still saturated from all the floods.

Here we go, here's Perry Creek.

(gravel crunching) (birds screeching) (Wayne) Can't see them anywhere.

(Tugger) Did you ask them which Perry Creek?

(Wayne) What do you mean?

Merryburn crosses through Perry Creek twice.

Well, how far is the other one?

Maybe 20ks?

(Wayne) Pete, Mira, you there?

(Mira) Ah, yeah.

Pete, cans.

(Wayne) Look, the sit rep's changed, or moved.

(Mira) What, they're not there?

No, apparently there's another Perry Creek crossing.

(Craig) What's happening?

(Pete) Just a sec, how far?

(Wayne) Twenty minutes each way, depending on the road.

How's she doing?

She's still stable, BP's okay, but she's got a bit more crampy pain.

So what do you want to do?

(birds squawk) I reckon we just commit to it and get it done, so give her five of morphine and a bag of fluid.

(Pete) Roger that, good luck.

All right.

Let's go.

(Craig) What's going on?

How much longer are they gonna be?

Not too long.

(tense music) (engine revving) (Wayne) All right, this looks more promising.

(groaning) (Tess) Hello!

Hello, over here!

(groaning) -Hi, thank you for coming.

-Hello, there.

(Tess) Andrew was winching the car out, and the branch snapped and hit his leg.

(groaning) (Wayne) Hello, mate, how you going?

I'm Doctor Wayne, what have we done?

(groaning) (suspenseful music) (Wayne) How we lookin', Tugger?

(Tugger) Plank's in place.

(screaming) (Tess) I'm so sorry, I didn't realize that there were two crossings.

(Chaya) Oh, don't be too hard on yourself.

It's been a very stressful day.

Sorry, mate, I hope these aren't your favorite duds.

Gotta cut through them, okay?

(screaming) (Wayne) Yeah, it's quite a deformity.

Yeah, decreased perfusion in the foot.

We've got to reduce that fracture.

Let's grab the splint.

Andrew, I'm gonna give you something for that pain, okay?

(Chaya) You want some morphine?

Ah, yeah, let's just start with 2.5.

He's 73, so we should minimize opioids.

(groaning) And let's do a fascia iliaca block as well, so prep 20 mils of 0.75 percent Ropivacaine and let's get traction on as quick as we can.

There you go, you're doing well, mate.

We're making fast friends, eh?

(engine roars) (Matty) Everything seems all good.

Just keep doing the exercises, take those pain meds when you need them, and check back in with us in a month or so, right?

So?

(Taylor) All right, let's debunk these wild vanilla slice theories, shall we?

I'll meet you back here at two, yeah?

Sure thing.

(upbeat music) Would you have another kid?

(Graham) No.

(Taylor) Thank you.

(Cameron) You're welcome.

(dogs barking) (Taylor) Mmm, good effort, but-- (Cameron) Oh, come on, best in Australia, hands down.

(Taylor) Mum's was better.

Wish I could have met her.

So, is Johnny still at Royal Adelaide?

(paper rustling) Eh, I called him a couple days ago, but a bit one-sided, you know?

What, he can't speak at all?

Nothing.

Now he's stuck in there while I get to chat with the prettiest girl on the Murray-Darling.

You been drinking today?

Oh, yeah, why?

You're even looser than usual.

That's the pain meds.

(Taylor) Right.

You keep them in that hip flask in your pocket?

Just a nip.

You should speak to someone.

I am speaking to someone.

(Taylor) Not me.

Someone professional.

Chaya, she's amazing.

All right, I'll talk to Chaya, if you tell me about this Darren fella.

(Taylor) Oh, my boyfriend Darren?

Yeah, yeah, but what's he gonna do after that?

Look, he's an engineer, he loves bikes, fishing, football.

This is Chaya's card.

Will you call her, please?

(dog barking) (monitors beep) Ugh.

(ringtone) Ooh, ooh, mmm.

How you going there, Sherry?

Mmm, oh, it's hot in here.

Ooh!

Do you mind if I examine you?

Yeah, sure.

Oh.

(Wayne) This is gonna line the leg up and make sure you get good blood flow, okay, Andrew?

(Tess) It's okay, hon, you're gonna be all right now.

(Pete) Are you there, Wayne?

Go ahead.

We got some bleeding, BP's dropped to 95/65, and she's slightly tachy at 108.

(Wayne) Right-o, mate, just give her a unit of blood and one gram of TXA now.

We're gonna get the splint on and head back, okay?

You got an ETA?

(Wayne) A halfa, is that all right?

Well, mate, the quicker the better.

All right, Andrew, might feel a bit of pain, okay?

Gotta apply some traction.

Okay, here we go.

(screaming) (Wayne) There you go.

All right, there's a pulse there.

Can you feel that, Andrew?

All right, that's good enough.

Let's package him up and get moving.

You all right to make your own way back into town, Tess?

(Tess) What?

I'm coming with you, aren't I?

Look, I'm sorry, we'd take you with us, but we've got another patient, and the plane's chockers.

But I can't drive that thing!

I'll--I can't!

I have a PhD, and I've climbed Mount Kilimanjaro, but that thing is beyond me, I can't do it.

Okay.

Is that good to go?

-One hundred percent.

-All right, hang tight.

I'm gonna find you another ride, okay?

Just keep your sat phone on.

(Tess) Okay.

Thank you, thank you.

(solemn music) (monitors beeping) I'm glad you're here.

(Pete) All right, you just rest.

Sherry, all right, you just rest.

(groaning) (Mira) Pete?

They're here.

(Pete) All right.

(dynamic music) (Wayne) How is she?

(Pete) Ah, yup, legs have brought their color back up and BP's holding.

(Wayne) All right, let's have that cryo ready, just in case.

Mikey.

(Pete) What's that?

Mikey, I think he knows.

(Pete) He just--he--rest up, Sherry, rest up.

What are you saying, love?

That's just the morphine talking...it's nothing.

(Sherry) But I think-- (Mira) Hey, Pete, can you get some cans on Craig?

Can you?

(Pete) Yeah, hey, Craig, can you chuck those headphones on?

Chaya wants to talk to you.

(Chaya) Craig, I can call the girls' school if you'd like, see if there's a teacher or counselor they like who can be with them when you arrive.

(Craig) Yeah, okay, thanks.

But I think he knows.

What's she saying?

(Pete) I dunno, morphine fog, it's probably just gibberish.

(Pete) I'm gonna give you some more oxygen.

I think he knows.

(Chaya) Have you got that number, Craig?

(Craig) Oh, yeah, sorry.

(Mira) Are we good there, Pete?

Cabin secure?

Yeah, cabin's secure for take-off.

(tense music) (engine revving) (approaching engine sounds) (heavy breathing) RFDS, really fabulous driving support.

Oh, bless you, thank you.

It's my absolute pleasure.

Oh, my boyfriend's got a rig like this.

Love the driving.

Hate the camping.

My only question for you is, how are your DJ skills?

Ah, Venn diagram between disco, Dr. Hook, and Judith Durham.

You and me are gonna get along just fine.

(laughter) (pleasant music) (Mira) Free to move about the cabin.

Anymore bleeding, mate?

(Pete) Hey, Sherry, I'm just gonna check if there's anymore blood down here, okay?

(Sherry) Oh!

(Pete) Yup.

No, not that I can see.

(Wayne) All right, let's give her another bolus of 500 mils.

(Craig) Yeah, I can't find the school's number.

It'll be in Sherry's bag.

(Chaya) That's okay, Craig.

I can look it up when we land.

(Craig) No, it's here somewhere.

I'll check Sherry's phone.

Ah, it's just important to stay seated, mate, in case of any unexpected turbulence, Craig?

Why's Mikey been calling you?

What?

Mikey, why is he calling you?

(Pete) It's really important that Sherry rests.

Okay?

Why don't you just discuss that when we land.

(Craig) What does this text mean?

(Wayne) BP's dropped to 70 systolic.

Sherry?

I'm sorry.

I should have told you.

(Craig) Told me what?

What, why, why is Mikey texting you about a baby?

Yeah, all this can wait until we land.

You're pregnant.

I didn't mean for it to happen.

Oh, no.

No, no, no, no, no, no-- (Chaya) Hey, Craig?

I understand that this is a really difficult situation, and we just need to make sure everyone gets to hospital safely, okay?

You all knew, didn't you?

Didn't you?

(Sherry) Oh, oh, I think I wet myself!

(Pete) Yeah, Wayne, lot of blood here.

(Wayne) Chaya, grab us-- (Craig) Everyone knew, eh?

Except me.

Yeah, I'm the dickhead that had no idea-- (Pete) No, Craig, Craig, it's all right.

You have to understand, your wife is very sick.

(Wayne) Deep breath.

(Pete) Okay, she needs surgery.

(Craig) How could you?

-No, no, no.

-How could you do this to me?

You need to calm down.

Two critical patients on board.

(Mira) Are we all right back there?

(Pete) Yeah, just give us a sec.

-Chaya, prep 400 ketamine.

-400?

(Wayne) We have big boys, small planes.

(Pete) Gonna have to land this plane, all right?

Listen to me, we have to land the plane.

And they could be in serious trouble.

-You got me?

-I don't care!

Twenty years.

Twenty years I've given you.

And two of them you've barely talked to us.

Because I was carrying this whole family.

Who carried the whole-- I did!

You were barely there!

You barely carried the farm, and you left the rest of us to fend for ourselves!

I carried the girls!

I did!

(Pete) Sherry, you need to rest, okay?

(Chaya) 400 ketamine.

(Wayne) Okay, all right, let's 56 him.

I'm gonna kill him, I'm going to kill-- (Pete) I'm legally obliged to restrain you, mate, and I'll do it, I will do it, I'll do it.

No, I'm out, I'm out, let me out, let me out!

No, I'm calling it in.

(Mira) Pan-pan-pan-pan-pan-pan, Flydoc 357.

Request police meet us on landing in Dubbo for an aggressive passenger.

(Chaya) Craig, Craig, hey, I need you to think about your girls for me, okay?

I want you to think about Holly and Stevie, 'cause they're gonna be there at the hospital, and they're gonna be really scared and worried and they're gonna need their mum and their dad, all right?

(whimpering) Okay.

Pete, are we good?

(Pete) Yeah, how's Sherry?

Yeah, BP's stabilizing, 90/60.

(crying) Guess we're gonna need an IV and oxygen for him, too.

Chaya, please.

(Chaya) Yeah, on it.

(heavy breathing) You all right, there?

(Pete) Yeah, already excited about the paperwork.

You're all right, mate, you're all right.

(engine purrs) (Graham) So, busy day?

Uh, yeah, um, started a review of contract performance management, and launched a framework for daily OPS briefings between sections, and found out I have cancer.

(Graham) What?

Ovarian, apparently.

The day of the White Cliff's rodeo, I was suddenly put into scans, and-- (Graham) Are you okay?

Yeah, yeah.

(Graham) What...what do you need?

Just... do not tell the others, 'til I go in for surgery.

(Graham) I can take you.

When is it?

No!

I'm okay.

I just don't want them to worry.

There's no point.

I'll just...I'll take a month off and I'll be back, same as ever.

(Graham) Yeah.

Course you will.

(pensive music) (Chaya) Hey, you coming?

(Mira) Ah, yeah, gimme a sec?

(footsteps) (Wayne) Sherry's okay, not sure about her marriage, though.

(Pete) How 'bout the girls?

(Chaya) Got counseling for them but, yeah.

(Pete) Poor buggers.

(Wayne) Hey, where'd Matty end up?

(Graham) Urban Roadhouse with a hamburger and his new favorite senior citizen, apparently.

Is Leonie here?

I hear she just moved to Dubbo.

(Graham) Go easy, will ya?

She's beaten herself up enough as it is.

(Wayne) Right-o, I'll shut up and order some drinks.

A cider, please.

(Mira) Two please.

(Pete) Beer, mate.

Whiskey, double.

(Wayne) Hey, look out.

(Mira) Oi, Graham?

Table's free.

Rematch?

(Graham) Bring it on.

(Mira) You all right?

(Graham) Yup.

(balls clank) (Mira) Hey, you remember my pilot mate up in Cairns?

She thinks she might be preggers.

Oof, what'd she go doin' that for?

(Mira) Yeah.

Well, she, she asked me what the CASR regs are on single crews, any ideas?

It's a whole circus.

You gotta get DAME certificates and fortnightly checks for up to 30 weeks from memory.

(Mira) What restrictions?

Oh, nausea, headaches, back pain, peeing, you name it.

(Mira) So basically just any "being pregnant."

(Graham) Pretty much.

And then, you have to cut flight distances, or get a co-pilot.

And my advice to your mate would be don't tell anyone 'til she's absolutely certain.

Okay, mugs away.

Actually, I just forgot a thing at work.

I will be back soon, sorry.

(moody rock music) Did you lose your partner?

She'll be back soon.

You want to get your ass kicked, again?

(footsteps) (dark music) (Chaya) Yeah, fair to say I did not see today going like that.

(Pete) Really?

Me choking out a cuckolded sheep farmer?

(Chaya) Well, I guess I shouldn't be surprised by anything anymore, but I don't know.

Out here it's just... everything is, like, multiplied, like everywhere is just so bloody far away.

(Pete) Yeah.

Like, when I had a termination, I was five minutes from a world class clinic, um, back home and eating triple choc ice cream within the hour.

Well, I'm sorry you had to go through that.

I know, yeah, you should always go cookies and cream.

(laughter) (Chaya) Thanks, I mean, thank you, but I was in a terrible relationship, um, drinking a bottle of wine every night, and you do, of course, you think about it.

But it wasn't the right time.

So, what was this bloke like?

Uh, opposite of you.

So, good-looking?

(Chaya laughs) Intelligent?

Yeah.

(Pete) Brave.

Yeah, exactly, just, like, excellent across the board, it was actually too high a standard to keep up with, so being with you, you know, I feel, I feel way better about myself.

Wicked.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Not that I'm, like, with you.

'Cause, I guess, you don't want that.

Well, I mean, I will try anything once I dunno, I got a pretty bad track record with relationships.

Sorry, did you...did you not just hear my story?

Oh, my God.

Talking to myself over here.

(romantic music) So, um, are you really tired after your plane wrestling and whatnot?

(Pete) No.

(Chaya) All right, come on, then.

(birdsong) (giggling) (Pete) Now you've tried it once.

(Chaya) I think I need a larger sample size.

(Pete) Oh, right-o.

(Chaya) No, no!

Not that sample.

That sample was perfectly adequate.

(Pete) Adequate?

Adequate!

(Chaya) No!

Shut up.

Okay.

I'm gonna stop now.

(Pete) You probably should.

(kissing sounds) Well, this is why we need a whole new system with built in failsafes and, yeah.

Yeah, hang on, I'm gonna call you back.

What's this?

Henry's left, and I've almost finished my HEMS contract and... well, I dunno.

It was the sound in your voice.

And I know you've got everyone here and...but even if I'm just making soup and we're just watching all the Real Housewives together, it'd be worth it.

I know you hate surprises.

Are you angry?

That it's taken 18 months of begging to get you back?

Very.

I haven't told anyone.

Only Graham.

Why?

It's only been two years since Rhiannon, and I just, I can't bear the worry or the pity.

(Pete) He was, like, covered in-- Hi.

(Pete) Hey.

Eliza, this is Chaya, the new mental health nurse.

(Chaya) Hi.

-I've heard so much about you.

-Oh.

(Eliza) Sounds like a wonderful program.

(Chaya) Oh, thanks.

(Pete) What... What are you, are you?

(Matty) Holy hell.

Are you real?

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

You're finally seeing sense.

(Matty) No, don't tell us you're just here visiting.

Don't torture us.

You-- Tell us you're back, right, you're back!

Tell us you're back!

We'll do anything!

(Mira) We'll sell one of his kidneys if we have to.

(Matty) Actually, at this point, I'm willing.

(Eliza) I'm sure we can come to some arrangement that doesn't involve your vital organs.

(giggles and laughter) (Matty) What's taken you so bloody long?

-This is so serendipitous.

-Wow, look at you!

(stirring music) (upbeat theme)