-Alright, take it easy.

-Can't take it easy!

[ All shouting ] ♪♪ -My kids were on the bus.

Their names are Poppy and Joe.

-Mum?

-Poppy?!

-Poppy tells me that you and your son have an IGA deficiency.

-And Poppy hasn't been tested?

-Er, yeah, yeah.

-We've done everything we can, and you're losing too much blood.

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

-Joey?

Honey, it's Mum.

Come on, darling.

Open your eyes!

-Someone's gonna have to stay behind.

-Poppy, Taylor, and the driver will go.

-I think it's the wrong call.

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

♪♪ -Joey... -Time of death 9:36 P.M.

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

What if it was your kid?!

-What do you reckon, Mira Ortez?

-You want to marry me?

-Yes.

-Lee, I passed the medical.

-I'm sorry.

I have to stand you down.

-My kidney function has dropped 40%.

I've decided to not have the baby.

-A vial of fentanyl is missing.

-You think Chaya took the fentanyl?

-I think you'll have to take some time off until we figure out what's happened.

-Don't bother.

I quit.

-Because, er, I've still got, um, feelings for you.

-Sometimes I feel you really get me.

Like the holiday with Henry.

-Yeah.

Well, the holiday wasn't me, either, so.

-What?

-It was Leonie's idea.

-You knew I didn't have the IGA stuff, didn't you?

You lied to me for 18 years.

-Poppy -- -Get out of my way!

-Poppy, please, just let me explain.

Please.

♪♪ ♪♪ [ Door thuds shut, lock clicks ] -Anna.

Are you okay?

-Do you have kids?

-Sorry?

-Kids.

-Ah... -Is that your son?

-Yeah.

-What's his name?

-Henry.

-What's the worst pain you've ever seen him in?

-Uh -- -Like a broken arm or illness or...?

-Well, um, he had pneumonia once, when he was eight or nine.

He was in hospital for a few days.

-That's the worst, isn't it?

-Yeah, it is.

-Just sitting there, looking at them, doing deals with God to find some loophole.

I mean, there's got to be one, doesn't there?

There's got to be a way to swap places or blood or a leg.

It's so obvious, I should be able to give my kid my health and take away their pain.

I mean -- how is that not possible?

-Anna, I -- I am so sorry for everything that's happened to your family.

-But it didn't just happen, did it?

You made it happen.

When you left my kid to die, and then defended the man who killed him.

-I only gave evidence.

-And now you've decided that I'm not a mother to my own daughter.

-What?

I don't think that at all.

-Taylor told her because of you.

I was going to tell her.

That was mine to tell her.

-Anna, that, uh -- that should not have happened.

Please tell me what do you need?

What can I do?

-What you should have done at the beginning of all of this, I want you to apologise for what you did.

-Apologise?

-For all of it.

For everything that you've done since you left Joe to die on the side of the road.

♪♪ Here.

What if it was your son?

I want you to think about if it was your son, and then you tell me the truth.

♪♪ -Anna, the truth is, I'm sorry for your loss, but if I had to make the same decision tomorrow, I would.

-You are a liar!

-[ Frame shatters ] -I'm a liar.

What about you?

-Excuse me?

-You are Poppy's mother, but you knew that you weren't biologically related.

You knew you couldn't have given her your IGA deficiency, and you didn't tell me when I asked you at the bus crash.

Now, I think that some of this anger that you have towards me is grief for Joe and possibly regret for Poppy.

And Anna, you're right.

I can't imagine if this were Henry.

And I've thought about this so many times.

Henry and Joe are the same age -- -No, they're not!

They are not the same!

-Eliza?

-He will never be the same age as Joe, because your kid gets to get older and my kid doesn't!

-Hey -- Anna -- -He will never travel.

He will never fall in love.

-He will never see the world!

-Anna!

-He will never have kids!

-Anna, open this door!

-And it's all because of what you did, -and I need you to admit that.

-Anna, stop!

-I've lost everything because of her.

-I wanted to take Joe on the plane, too.

Did you know that?

-Then I wish you were in charge.

-No, no, you don't.

Anna, if I got my way, we would have been so under the pump trying to save Joe's life that we wouldn't have had the time or the resources left to save Poppy's.

And you know what?

Joe still would have died.

Anna, no matter what we did, he would have died.

His head injuries were so severe.

But, trust me, if we'd took him, Poppy could have died too.

You want to blame someone?

I get it, mate.

I've been there myself, but if you're gonna blame anyone, blame me for sending Joe up the road in the first place.

Eliza made the right call, and she saved your daughter.

♪♪ ♪♪ -She doesn't want to be my daughter any more.

♪♪ Anna... Anna?

-Are you alright?

-Yeah.

-Hey.

I'll -- I'll call the police.

-Just make sure that they check that she's okay.

♪♪ [ Sniffles ] ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Upbeat music ] -So, here's what I'm thinking, right?

-Yeah.

-I'll start out as MC, and then about halfway through, I'll come out as Miley, perform a few tricks, a few numbers, a bit of Aretha, Cher, Britney.

-Rod Stewart?

-[ Laughs ] -Man, it baffles me that you still don't understand how drag works.

-What's the bridal waltz gonna be?

"The Power of Love" by Céline Dion or Huey Lewis?

-Close.

"I'm Horny," by Hot 'n' Juicy.

-Mm.

-Yeah, what could possibly go wrong?

-Hey, relax.

Grandma will be watching RuPaul's at the reception by the time I'm done with it.

-When are you gonna fit in your Best Man speech?

-Pete will be Best Man, so him and Wayne can have their big hetero hug and cry without anyone judging 'em.

-Excuse me?

-I'll be Maid of Honour.

-You probably will, actually.

-Anyway -- -to the fiancés.

-Hey!

-Sorry, sorry.

Sorry I'm late.

-Good to see you.

-Good timing.

-Good to see you, mate.

-Hello mate.

-How's Taylor recovering?

The surgeon said it went well.

-Good, uh, she's resting up in hospital now with Darren and gets out in the morning.

-And wouldn't you know it, we got rostered onto the same transfer at the exact same hospital.

-Oh, you're picking her up?

-Mm.

-Nephrologist's orders.

-Oh, mate.

Thank you.

-Oh, there it is.

The big hetero hug we were talking about.

-Oh, are you missing out, are you?

Come here.

-Come here.

-No, don't actually... [ Laughter ] ♪♪ -Cake, anyone?

-Are you guys still thinking about doing that, like, an underwater wedding, or is that...?

[ Laughter ] -So, uh, anyone heard from Chaya?

-She's not answering my calls.

-Oh, she'll come round.

She loves you.

-So, how's all that gonna affect the contract tender?

-We'll find out.

-Is Chaya still coming to the memorial?

-I'm not sure.

Apparently, she hasn't ventured far off the couch.

-What?

Really?

-Mm.

-Speaking of the memorial, I was gonna tell you later, but Anna called this morning.

She apologised for the distress she caused and to say that you're all welcome at the memorial.

Everyone.

-Oh, is she planning an ambush this time, is she?

-Well, she didn't really do anything.

-She locked you in a room and threatened you with a knife.

-It was a scalpel, actually.

-Well, I'm glad you find it funny.

-Well, it's not ha-ha funny.

-She should be in a facility.

-Not according to her psychiatrist.

-Because you didn't make a complaint to the police.

-This is an engagement party.

Why don't we talk dresses and, uh, weird cousins that you don't really want to invite.

[ Laughter ] -Have fun.

I've got to head off.

-Oh, oh!

-Thanks for coming.

-Congratulations, you two.

-Thanks for coming, mate.

-Yeah.

See you soon.

-Alright.

See ya.

-Bye.

-Hey.

Are we ever gonna discuss this?

-Was it was a discussion?

I thought it was a directive.

-Hey.

You put me in a really difficult position.

-You put me out of a job I've been doing for nearly 40 years.

-Look, I'm sorry you got injured.

But you and I both know you should not be in the air right now and you need to stop punishing me for it.

♪♪ It's almost like I should have a rule.

Don't date colleagues.

-[laughs] Well, you can't shut yourself off from happiness just in case things might get messy.

-It's not just messy.

I keep dropping the ball.

I went on a holiday.

If this contract fails, then I've only got myself to blame.

-Leonie, it is all right to do something -for yourself occasionally.

-Hmm.

-Also, you organised me the best holiday I've had in years.

-I did?

-Yeah.

Ryan told me the trip to the reef with Henry was your idea.

-You're welcome.

But it was Pete's idea.

-What?

-I was just logistics.

It was all Pete.

-So, what's happening with Darren?

-He's driving back tomorrow.

-And Pete, with Taylor and Darren moving home, do you get relegated back to the spare room?

-Yeah, the spare room.

No, all the way back to Adelaide, actually.

-What's this?

-He's too much of a city boy now.

-You're moving back to Adelaide?

-Yeah, it's gonna give Taylor some space, you know?

-When?

-Uh, like -- like, after this rotation.

Yeah, I convinced a flight nurse mate to swap here, so Wayne's promised me an honourable discharge this time.

Haven't you?

-I didn't say honourable.

-Yeah, speaking of which, I can already hear Taylor give me shit about the state of that bathroom, so I should probably get home and start cleaning the house, and... -You are gonna need more bleach, my friend.

-Good luck with the move, mate.

-Yeah, cheers.

Um... I'll see you around.

-Bye.

♪♪ -Are you sure you're gonna be okay?

-Yeah.

I'll see you back there.

-Hey, I've got to pick up for a Taylor Emerson?

[ Both laugh ] -Hey, guys.

-How are you feeling darling?

-Oh... -Like this is all too much.

-Rubbish.

We're blood now.

-But I'm not having the baby.

-Doesn't change a thing.

♪♪ -Wayne, ACC on the line.

-RFDS.

Dr.

Yates speaking.

Any other crews available?

Alright, give me a sec.

Matty, P3, 25 year old woman, two weeks postpartum.

Endometriosis at Bollards.

Ongoing fever, on antibiotics.

You're the midwife, what do you reckon?

How urgent is this?

-Normally, I'd play it safe and bring her in bit, but... -Is everything alright?

-Yeah.

All good.

-Well, why are you giving me weird looks then, both of you?

-Just, uh, a low acuity patient.

-You just said you'd bring her in.

-She had a baby two weeks ago, but she's developed an infection.

-But you can't not pick her up because of me.

We have to get her.

-You sure?

-Yeah.

I'll be fine.

Just get to the patient.

♪♪ -Hello.

Chaya?

-It's going to be a roller-coaster of emotion.

-Oh my God!

-I've got really bad news.

The site is shut down as of now.

-There is a giant hole where our lounge room should be.

-And we can't even get on site.

-We're here to win it.

Like, we're not mucking around.

-It is a competition, but... -Oh!

That's aggressive!

-The door was unlocked and you weren't answering your phone.

-I don't think that's a defence in court, Gray.

-Flat white.

Bagel.

-Is that what you're wearing?

-I'm not going.

-What?

-I don't think Leonie wants a drug thief at a memorial.

It's not a great look for the brand.

Is this oat milk?

-Yeah.

She's just worried about you.

Everyone is.

-They think I stole Schedule 8 drugs and screwed up the contract.

-No mate, they believe you.

-Oh yeah, I -- I think you're right, actually.

The, um -- the accusations of theft felt like a ringing endorsement.

-Oh, I don't know.

I mean, they turned that entire base upside down, trying to find the fen.

You know, Matty even stayed out searching Alex's station for it.

-Come on.

Poppy and Anna need ya.

-No, they don't.

They need me to stay far away from them.

-What?

What are you talking about?

-I have completely failed them.

I go around telling people to -- to reach out and to talk about how they feel and what do I do?

I just... I mean, look at me.

I can't even take care of myself.

-You organised this memorial, the Christmas party, Poppy's blade.

No one's worked harder than you to help these people.

You haven't failed them.

Unless you fail to show up now.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -How you feeling Freya?

-I've just never been away from my daughter for this long.

Didn't really realise how hard it would be.

-Tay, you alright?

-Sorry, I just... -What, what do you need?

-I just have to-- I think I have to-- I need to, like, I need to go.

-Hey Tay, why don't you come up the front with me?

-What's wrong?

-I can't I do it.

I'm sorry.

I thought I could handle it, and I can't breathe either.

-That's okay.

That's a completely normal feeling, alright?

-What if I never can?

What if I can never have a family?

-Remember what Eliza said?

She said, there's no reason why you can't have a healthy bub one day.

-Wayne, BP's dropped.

70 systolic.

-Heart rates fast, 130.

-Feeling okay, Freya?

-Just cramps.

Um -- I think I'm bleeding.

-Er, yeah, Wayne, there's a fair bit of blood.

-Could that just be my period?

-Uh, not this soon after birth.

Um, do you mind if I check your pad Freya, is that alright?

-Yeah.

-Yeah, Wayne.

Clots and fresh blood.

-How big are the clots?

-Big enough.

We don't have any blood with us.

Freya, is it alright if I, uh, just put my hand on your abdomen?

Is that okay?

It's gonna be a little bit of discomfort, alright?

[ Groans ] Her uterus is boggy.

I reckon it's a secondary haemorrhage.

She could bleed out.

I'm gonna keep doing a fundal rub here to try to contract the uterus.

-Let's run an infusion of oxytocin and TXA to try and stop the bleeding, yeah?

-That'll be too slow.

-You think?

-Yeah.

We need to contract this uterus immediately.

She needs a ten unit injection of oxytocin into her thigh now .

-Let's do it.

-Okay.

♪♪ -Sorry for not noticing anything.

I'm such a crap friend.

-Oh, no, you've been focused on Taylor.

Well, mostly Taylor.

With a healthy dose of Eliza.

-Not sure how healthy it is.

-Whoa, is that still going on?

-Ah, I'll let you two catch up.

I'm gonna find Poppy.

-So that's why you're buggering off to Adelaide again?

-Yeah.

So, word of advice.

Learn from my mistakes.

-Hey?

-How hard do you reckon it was for Leonie to do what she did?

Don't screw things up with her by being a stubborn dickhead like I was.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -Hey Pop.

-Hey.

I didn't know if you'd make it.

-I can leave if -- -No.

I'm so relieved you're here.

-Hey.

I'm so sorry again, about how everything went.

-You're not the one who spent the last 18 years lying to me, so.

-Is your mum here?

Have you spoken to her yet?

-No.

She just keeps leaving me messages.

-I know you're angry.

I just think your mum's really scared.

Fear is like-- nothing makes you do things you regret like fear does.

♪♪ -She's still bleeding.

Okay.

Yeah, the oxytocin isn't doing anything.

Uh, Freya, I just need to have another quick look if that's alright, okay?

-What's happening?

-Hang on a sec.

How far are we from hospital, Mira?

-Uh, about 90.

-It's too far to get blood.

-I think she needs bi-manual compression.

-Really?

-Yeah.

We need to contract the uterus, and the oxytocin isn't cutting it.

You're the midwife.

What do you need?

-A miracle.

ACC, get perinatal on the phone.

Wayne, prep some fentanyl, please.

-Got it.

-What's going on?

-Hey Freya, um, you're losing a lot of blood, and if it keeps going, it could become life threatening.

So, what I need to do is I need to physically push inside you to stop the bleeding.

Not gonna lie, this is gonna hurt quite a lot, but I really need your consent to try, yeah?

Okay.

♪♪ -Freya?

Hi.

My name's Taylor.

Hey, what's your daughter's name again?

-Quinn.

-Quinn?

Oh, my God, I love that name.

Hey, do you have any photos of her on your phone there?

I love babies.

Aww!

Let me guess, absolutely zero photos of anyone else since she was born.

-You have kids, then?

-Just cute family members.

-Okay, Freya.

I'm gonna get you to lift and widen your knees for me, please.

-You've got this, okay?

You've got it.

-Alright, I'm gonna be as quick and as gentle as possible, okay?

-[ Groaning ] -Here, Freya.

Here she is.

Here's your Quinn.

-You can do it.

-[ Groaning ] -You've got this.

-[Crying out] -You can do it Freya.

It's okay, Freya, you just focus on your bub.

Look at her.

Look at Quinn.

-There's still a lot of blood coming out.

I'm sorry, Freya.

Just rest now.

I think we're gonna have to try something else.

-What about aortic compression?

-No.

I think she needs tamponade.

-Does the obstetrics kit have a Bakri balloon?

-No.

-We don't have a trauma kit, so no Blakemore, either.

-Nope.

-So -- well, what are you thinking?

-I think we're gonna have to make one.

Grab my go bag.

-Matty, we don't have a balloon catheter.

-Yeah, but we do have a urinary catheter.

Grab an umbilical tie from the neonate kit, and 500 ml saline.

-Tay, red bag.

-Matty, aren't you forgetting about the actual balloon bit?

-Nope.

Front pocket.

-Always prepared, huh?

-I'm a hopeless optimist.

-Hey.

-You alright?

-Yeah, just -- Chaya, have you got a sec?

-Yeah.

-I'm not sure she does.

-It's fine, Gray.

It's fine.

Um... -Look, I just, I wanted to say sorry.

for all the Matty -- stuff, you know?

I had no idea how tight you guys are.

-Were.

But, um, it's not your problem and, honestly, I'm happy for you guys.

-Well, we're not together any more, so.

He broke it off at New Year's.

-Um, sorry -- sorry to hear that.

♪♪♪ ♪♪ -Yeah, that's watertight.

-What -- what are you doing now?

-Okay, so we've tried pressure from outside.

Now we're gonna create pressure with this balloon from inside the uterus to stop the bleeding.

-Taylor, are you okay to give us a hand?

-Um, yeah, yeah.

What do you...?

-Just grab that bag of saline behind me.

-This one?

-That's it.

-Hold it up.

-Okay.

-Alright Freya, a bit of pressure here again.

-Yep, you're in.

-Alright, we're inside the uterus.

Let's inflate that balloon.

Taylor, just roll that little stop up.

-This one?

-Yeah.

Squeeze the saline 'til I tell you to stop.

Keep squeezing.

-Alright, that's 200 mils.

Balloon's inflating.

-That's 300.

-She's still bleeding.

Keep going.

-400.

-Okay.

Okay.

I can feel it pushing back out of the cervix.

That's as far as we can go.

-But what happens now?

-Now we wait and see if she stops bleeding.

♪♪ -Come on, Freya.

Come on.

♪♪ -Heart rate's not changing, Matty.

-Come on.

-How's the bleeding?

-No change.

Come on, Freya.

Come on!

♪♪ ♪♪ The bleeding's easing.

-Okay.

-Her BP's borderline.

-Hang on, is she getting better or...?

-Yeah, that's a good thing.

A lower BP won't break up the clot.

She's stabilising.

But she still needs blood and surgery, so let's get her to town.

-You did it.

-You can explain the condom to the surgeon.

♪♪ -I said the memorial started at two.

-No, you said three.

Besides, do you really want any extra time with Anna?

-I mean, are you sure about this?

-Anna said that everyone is welcome.

-Yeah, but what about everyone else in town?

They'll know Owen's charges were downgraded because of you.

-Owen's charges were downgraded -because he didn't take anything illegal.

-Mm-hm.

-Any other medical professional would have given the same evidence.

-Like Pete?

-Excuse me?

Is there something that you want to say?

-Do you still have feelings for him?

-What?

-Do you still have feelings for Pete?

-This is what you want to discuss?

-Now?

-Just answer me.

Do you still have feelings for him?

[ Ryan scoffs ] What are you doing?

Ryan?

The memorial has already started.

Can we just talk about this later?

-Broken Hill 3-4 this is base.

Reports of smoke and potential structure fire.

25K south-west of Kingsley.

You are in the area, right?

-Base, Broken Hill 3-4.

We're just off the highway, about 10K south of Kingsley.

You got a location?

-Looks like somewhere on the Galanis Station, but we can't get a hold of the owner.

-That's Anna's property.

♪♪ There.

There's the smoke.

-Broken Hill 3-4 to base.

We have a single story structure fire at Galanis Station.

Smoke on view with a possible person inside.

♪♪ -Oh, no!

-Here, here.

Grab one of these respirators.

I'm gonna do a quick 360.

Do not go inside until I say so, alright?

-Anna?

Anna!

Anna, are you in there?

Anna?

♪♪ Anna!

Anna?!

Anna, are you there?!

[ Coughing ] Anna!

Ryan, I can see her on the couch!

-Just wait until I've locked it down.

-Come on, come on.

Come on, pick up.

-Have you seen Anna?

-No, no.

She said she was gonna drive herself in, so.

-Chaya?

-Yeah.

Mum's not answering.

[ Mobile rings ] -Eliza, are you alright?

-There's a fire at Galanis Station.

Anna's inside.

Bring oxygen and any gear you've got.

-Yeah, but are you okay?

-I have to get inside.

-Eliza?

-Ryan, I'm going in!

-No, Eliza!

Wait!

-[ Line beeping ] -Eli-- -What is it?

What's going on?

[ Sighs deeply ] -Anna?

Anna?

Ryan, we need to get her out.

♪♪ ♪♪ Anna, can you hear me?

Open your eyes, Anna.

-Broken Hill, 3-4 to base.

Conducted initial knock-down with hose.

Require overhaul and mop up of shed.

-Her breaths are faint.

-She need CPR?

-No, just breaths.

She has a pulse.

Can you call Leonie?

We need a plane now.

♪♪ -Your mum would be so proud of you, darling.

-Is Freya gonna be okay?

-She's doing much better, thanks to you and Matty.

-Thanks for trusting me.

-Mate, I trust you.

At Timmy's funeral, I'd be dead if it wasn't for you.

And you were only there in the first place to keep me company.

I mean, don't get me wrong -- you annoy the absolute shit out of me sometimes, but -- you've been a good friend to me Matty, and you're an exceptional flight nurse.

And groomsman, if you're up for it.

-Oh!

-You annoy the shit out of me, too.

[ Laughter ] [ Ringing ] -Leonie, hey.

-Mira.

There's a fire at Galanis Station.

Eliza's there with Anna.

Potential burns and alcohol and drug overdose.

It's on your flight path.

How critical is your patient?

-She's currently stable, but needs bloods and theatre.

We'd have to scoop and run at Galanis.

-Yeah, and the issue is the strip there hasn't been checked since the rain.

-Well, we can't afford the travel time from Kingsley.

-Any other planes nearby?

-No.

-Hang on.

Incoming call from Graham.

Gray?

-Pete and I are going to Anna's now.

Are you guys on your way?

-Mate, we've got a patient, and Kingsley's gonna be too far.

-And the strip hasn't been checked.

-Keep heading towards Anna's, and I'll get back to you, okay?

-Copy that.

-What does a Troopie weigh?

-What?

-Did I stutter?

The Troopie, what does it weigh?

-About two and bit tonne.

Why?

-We need to head to the strip, fill it with half a tonne of whatever we can find.

And I'll need to drive.

Pete, we're gonna peel off and I'm gonna run the strip.

-Copy that.

-Hey, Eliza is with her, okay?

-The last thing I said to her was that I never want to see her again.

♪♪ -[ Performing mouth-to-mouth ] [ Flames crackling, water spraying ] -Alright I've locked down those flames.

I'm going inside to mop it up.

-Come on, Anna!

♪♪ [ Vehicle approaching ] -Do you have oxygen?

-Yes.

iStat and IV, but not much more than that.

-She needs 100% 02 and a blood gas.

-Is she burnt?

-She could be.

I think the redness is from carbon monoxide poisoning.

There's also a chance of an OD on alcohol and antidepressants.

Chaya, Poppy, can you go to the house, get cling film, water, towels, blankets, anything you can find.

-Yep, on it.

-Are you hurt?

-No, I'm fine.

I'll keep bagging and masking.

Can you get access?

She needs fluids and possibly intubation.

-We don't have an intubation kit.

-What?

Any word on a plane?

-Graham's working on it.

♪♪ -So, are you gonna tell me what the half tonne of tyres are for?

-Graham, what's happening?

-I'll tell you in about 30 seconds.

♪♪ -[ Coughing ] -Hey, are you sure you're okay?

-Yeah.

Just not fit enough to drag people out of fires, it seems.

-Here, cling wrap, blankets, water.

-Is she going to be okay?

-We're doing everything we can.

Chaya, can you check limbs for burns, please?

-Just really red.

It could be first degree diffused, but... -Yeah, it could be the carbon monoxide poisoning, too.

Can you hold up these fluids for me, please, Thank you.

-Please help her.

I know she's been, like, awful to you, but she's really a good person, I promise.

-I am gonna do everything within my power to save your mother.

Do you understand?

-[ Anna moans ] [ Muffled ] Poppy?

-Anna?

-Mum?

-Anna, are you there?

-Hey, Pop.

-Mum, what happened?

There was -- There was a fire?

Were you trying to hurt yourself?

-No.

I was lighting candles for Joe.

I didn't... -It's okay, it's okay.

-Sweetheart, I should've told you.

-It doesn't matter.

-It does matter.

[ Sniffles ] You should know your real mum.

-You're my real mum.

-[ Sobbing ] Thank you for everything.

[ Crying ] -It's okay.

Just try and rest.

-Oh.

I'm so sorry.

-Hey, it's alright.

Anna?

[ Anna choking ] Anna.

Anna!

Her airway might be compromised.

Anna?

Anna?

-[ Anna vomiting ] -Is that the alcohol?

-Maybe.

Chaya, what about that plane?

-What do you reckon?

Much discomfort?

-Hey?

-Discomfort.

Are you as a passenger, in any discomfort?

Only with this line of questioning.

Wait 'til I tell you my thoughts on Chaya.

[Scoffs] -Guidelines say we need to run a three tonne load down the strip at 80Ks an hour with zero discomfort before it's safe.

Leonie, Graham, you copy?

-Gray.

How's it looking?

-Tell Mira the strip's good to go.

Copy that.

Broken Hill 3-4 to base.

Conducted mop up.

How far away is 5-2?

-It will be about 10 minutes, over.

-How is she?

-Getting worse.

-Could the vomit be from the carbon monoxide?

-Possibly but she should be improving with oxygen.

-Yeah, well... [ Sighs ] -Graham said plane's five away.

-Oh, thank God!

Alright, let's get her to the plane and get her on an airway.

-Yep.

-[ Anna convulsing ] -What's happening?

-She's seizing.

-We need ten of midaz now.

-What -- What's it from?

-Could it be serotonin syndrome from the antidepressants?

-I -- I don't think so.

It doesn't match the pattern.

-Hey, what if the redness isn't from carbon monoxide poisoning?

-What are you thinking?

-Ryan, what's inside the shed?

Couches, benches, some hay bales.

-Poppy is there anything else in there?

-Well, it used to be the old wool sheds, so.

-Wool?

-Yeah, from when we ran sheep.

-There are wool bales in that shed?

-Yeah, behind the door.

But they're from a few years ago, why?

-What -- What is it?

-I reckon it's hydrogen cyanide poisoning.

-Cyanide?

-Wool smoke's full of it.

-What's the lactate?

-Yeah, 8.7.

There you go.

It's way too high.

-Alright, we need to get her clothes off and wash her now.

Poppy, please help.

Water.

There's soap in there.

Do we have a cyanide kit?

No, we don't carry them.

-We do.

-[ Sighs ] -Alright, well, let's get it running.

-What size syringe?

-The biggest one we have.

-The plane's landing now.

-Copy Graham.

-How long does the antidote take?

-Should see improvement in 15 minutes.

♪♪ ♪♪ -Okay, let's get her packaged up and get moving.

We need to get her to the strip.

♪♪ -Any change?

-Um, I'm just doing a blood gas.

Now, if you could... -What am I looking for?

-It needs to come down below eight.

-God, she's looking more red.

Is she getting worse?

-No, no, that's the antidote.

It just makes her skin flush.

That's all.

♪♪ -Please mum, please.

♪♪ -Okay, lactate's down to 6.2.

-[ Sighs ] -Is -- Is that good?

-Yeah.

That's much better.

The antidote's working.

-Thank you.

[ Laughs ] -How's she going?

-Her lactate's improved, and she's breathing spontaneously, but she still needs an airway.

-Okay, we can intubate on board.

-Okay.

Um, who's the other patient?

-A young mum with secondary postpartum haemorrhage.

Stable, but she'll need bloods and surgery.

-Okay.

Are you two gonna be alright to get her on board?

-Yeah, of course.

-Yep.

-just need a drink.

-Yeah, no worries.

-[ Coughs, clears throat ] -How's it going?

-Yeah.

Under control.

-Is Anna okay?

-I think so.

-Good.

Is Eliza still there?

-Back at the strip with Pete.

-Alright.

Can you give her her keys back for me, mate?

Tell her, I'll see her around.

[ Indistinct chatter ] [ Satellite phone ringing ] -Lee.

Anna's on the plane now.

They're heading back to town.

-Oh, thank God!

Is everyone okay?

-I think so.

Except maybe one ex-pilot.

He's been a bit of a dickhead.

-I don't know.

He has his moments.

-I'm sorry.

I just don't... don't know... who I am if I'm not flying.

[ Cries ] -You're Graham Morley, and we love you.

And besides, I think I might be able to find something for you to do with the new contract.

-No?

-Yeah.

-[ Chuckles ] You got the tender?

-The whole thing.

-You bloody ripper.

-Did you really search Alex's station for the fentanyl?

-Yeah.

Where the bike went down.

the Ute, the tray, the track, the strip.

Couldn't find it anywhere.

I'm sorry.

-I know you don't believe me.

But I didn't take -- -I do.

Of course I do.

-Really?

-I know you wouldn't lie to me.

And I'm sorry... that I did to you.

And also, if you need the fent, why on earth would you settle for getting plastered on cheap Pino Gri?

-Wait!

Were you the one that cleaned my house?

I knew that wasn't very me to drunkenly tidy.

-[ Laughs ] -I did lie to you.

I said I took Taylor's pills for the pain.

Really, I wasn't coping.

♪♪ -Who is?

-[ Both laugh ] ♪♪ -[ Eliza grunts ] -Ha ha!

You just remembered you get vomited on?

Eliza?

-[ Scrubbing feverishly ] Eliza?

[ Eliza groaning ] -Are you okay?

-I gave Anna mouth-to-mouth.

I think I'm contaminated.

♪♪ -Well, it's alright, it's alright.

Let's just, um, let's just get you on the back of the tray.

Get some oxygen on you.

-Don't you touch me.

You might also get contaminated.

-Look, I don't give a shit.

Just put the prongs on for me, please.

Alright, I'm just gonna radio the plane.

-Pete.

Please just let them go.

I've already called an ambulance.

-What?

Hey, you already knew that you had it?

-Anna needs hospital and that young mum is critical and she has a young baby.

-Yeah, but you're critical.

You need to go.

-I might contaminate everybody.

And besides, they don't have enough monitors or oxygen.

Please, just let them go.

-Why are you choosing this moment to start making bad decisions?

-Because you're right.

Sometimes triage isn't adequate.

No, we just need a cyanide kit.

You there, Gray?

-[ Coughs ] -Pete?

-Is the backup fire crew there?

We need another cyanide kit to the strip right now.

-Copy that.

-Okay.

It's okay.

Graham's coming.

Okay, you're gonna be alright.

I'm just, um, I'm just going to get a line in.

Hey, what are you smiling at?

-You.

-[Scoffs] -You called Henry.

-What?

-The trip to the reef.

That was your idea.

-Oh!

-You know, it was beautiful.

I wish you'd been there.

-Yeah, me too.

-It's not as beautiful as this, though.

Look at that.

-[ Sighs ] -God, I love it here.

-I love you.

♪♪ ♪♪ -This isn't how I pictured this moment, with oxygen prongs on in the back of a Ute.

-Hey, it's alright.

Maybe, um... you could say it was in the back of a station wagon.

I don't know.

Do you reckon we should just take a break?

Do a bit of teaching for a while?

-Where would be the funny in that?

[ Horn honking ] -Hey, there you go.

There they are.

Eliza, Graham's here.

Stay with me.

Eliza, stay with me.

Stay with me.

Stay here with me.

-[ Breathing shakily ] -Stay with me.

-[ Inhales deeply ] ♪♪ [ Wind howling ] Wind whistling ] [ Leaves rustling ] -[ Whispers ] Stay with me.

[ Wind howling ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪