[birds chirping]
[bear grunting]
[insects chirping]
[roaring]
[man on radio]: SkyMed 911, this is Dispatch.
Got a hunter at a fly-in camp with an airstrip.
Probably just needs steri-strips. Are you able?
- You got coordinates for the airstrip?
- That's not a runway, it's a goddamn quarry.
- Nice and crunchy, too. Precautionary approach?
- Got to. Runway condition?
- Gravel looks firm. Can't see any obstacles.
- Hold onto your butts.
- Come on. Dispatch said he had a camp.
Elroy, I'm your flight nurse, Crystal. This is Chopper.
Can I have a look? [man grunting]
- Okay, that's gonna need a lot more than steri-strips.
- You've lost a lot of blood, Elroy.
I'm gonna start an IV and put dressing over your wound,
but we need to get you to a hospital.
- On it. [man groaning]
[engine revving]
- Damn it, Chopper, go fast but easy!
- This shit ain't paved, Crys!
[tense music]
- Tell Thompson we're coming in hot.
[upbeat music]
[theme music]
[train horn blaring]
[woman over PA system]: Attention, passengers. The 16-15 bus to Windy Lake
making all stops is now pre-boarding on Bay 1.
- Excuse me?
You wouldn't happen to know
which direction the airport is, would you?
- Got five skids of produce here, two pop.
We can send it on the sched, or...
[indistinct radio chatter]
Freighter it is. I'll get a Caravan loaded. Bye.
Cargo or passenger?
- Um... SkyMed?
Someone was supposed to pick me up from the bus depot.
- Damn it, Brad must have forgot.
You're Hayley Roberts, right? The new nurse?
- Yeah.
- Thompson's small. SkyMed's smaller.
I'm Lexi, by the way.
Some of your boxes came today.
The cargo guys in Winnipeg are animals.
If any of your stuff's broken, just let me know.
I'll kick their asses.
[upbeat music continues]
- Bodie! Last trip up, huh?
- Fingers crossed, man.
[all cheering] - Guess who's back, baby?
- Oh, yeah! [laughing]
- Mr. Air Canada!
How you doing, playboy?
- You dicks.
I don't even got the job yet. - Good as.
You... are the golden boy. - This is extra.
[cheering] - Let's go!
[hip-hop music]
[cheering]
So, what was the sit-down like?
Hey, did they ask about breaking air regs?
- No, the sit-down was nothing. It's the psych eval you gotta worry about.
- Did they ask you the suicide question?
- Ten different ways over 300 multiple choice. But dude, get this...
They asked if I'd rather be a florist or a poet?
- What does that mean?
God, I wish I would've taken the psych course at UCN.
- Hey, it's not too late. You still gotta take that Left Seat when I leave.
- I want your room, too. The heating vent actually works.
- It's yours.
- Yeah, about that, Boderton.
I had to temporarily commandeer your bed.
- And what'd you do to piss Lynn off this time?
- I'm trying to give her a few days to cool down before I go home to ask.
- Uh, is this the SkyMed crew residence?
- Dibs. - Okay, okay!
Why don't you studs...
You guys go help her with her stuff.
- Hey. - Yeah, I got her.
- Alright, you guys, you heard what Wheezer said.
Let's make her feel welcome.
- Pilots... Cool enough to handle 15,000 pounds of aluminum
at 310 knots, and they stove it in over a pretty girl.
[chuckling] I'm Wheezer, by the way.
- Hayley. Do they, um, all live here?
- Yup, all the medevac crews, nurses, pilots...
When you're on duty, you're on call 24/7,
so it's just more efficient to keep everyone together.
Actually, it's really nice, really cozy being on top of each other.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Uh, you know, dust-ups, hook-ups,
break-ups, drunk-ups, throw ups...
God, I miss this house.
Hey, why don't I give you the tour?
- Thanks. - Come on in. This is the kitchen.
Gentlemen... And the laundry room's down here.
- Welcome back, babe!
[laughing]
- Mads, what are you doing here?
- Celebrating! I've already been looking online,
and I found so many great apartments for when we move to Toronto.
God, I cannot wait to live in a big city!
- Madison... [sighing]
We need to talk.
[soft music]
[phone ringing tone]
[Dad]: Hey, Hayley. Did you make it up okay?
I thought your bus was supposed to get in at three.
- Yeah. Why, um... Why is there a referral in my stuff, Dad?
- I asked your doctor.
If you insist on moving up there, you're going to need a specialist.
- No, I don't. There's nothing wrong with me.
- Hayley, you can't keep putting it off.
How long are you going to be up there for?
- Look, Dad, I gotta go. I have an early day tomorrow.
[phone beeps]
[sighing]
[rhythmic music]
[Chopper]: Thompson radio, this is SkyMed 911 VFR to North House
taxiing off of runway 006.
[rhythmic music continues]
So, this is just the airstrip. The community's west of here.
So, a volunteer will drive you to the Nursing Station for the patient.
- What, uh, Nation is this? - Don't ask him,
he doesn't know shit about anything up here. He's from Forest Hill.
- Go Raps. [car horn honking]
[speaking Nêhiyawwin]
- Hey, somebody call an ambulance?
'Cause you got my blood pumping in all the wrong places!
Oh! What's up, Crys? [laughing]
Whoa, who's your friend?
- I'm Hayley. - Ignore him. Get in.
- Ah, don't worry about her. Why yes, my name is Jeremy,
and yeah, I am a stunning specimen of manliness. You'd know, eh, Crys?
- Shuy! Shut up and drive.
- OMG, you got it?! [excited squealing]
You are the best. - This came out this morning.
- The internet is super dodgy up here,
so I gotta Pin stuff old school.
Okay!
This is Ernest, a 50-year-old with type 2 diabetes
going to Island Lake for dialysis.
Vitals stable, latest blood work within normal range.
- Okay, ready to go.
Pulse oximeter, BP cuff... All good.
- Nurse Roberts says we're good to go.
- Whoa!
[grunting]
- Always strap the patient in.
- Right.
[indistinct radio chatter]
[whirring]
[Dispatch]: 911, this is Dispatch.
- Dispatch, this is 911. Go ahead.
- Now that you've dropped off your patient, you're being redeployed to Carnegie Hydro Dam
for emergency pick up and transport to Winnipeg.
- Here we go. Time for the real deal.
- The fans were shut down for maintenance.
They should never have come on.
- Hi, I'm your flight nurse Crystal, and this is Hayley.
We're from SkyMed. We're gonna have a look, okay?
Can you tell me your name and where we are?
[shuddering] - Steve.
We're at the... we're at hydro dam.
- The big risk here is not knowing the extent of his injuries.
We could be dealing with internal bleeding, head injuries, fractures,
but we won't know until we get him to Winnipeg for imaging.
- Multiple lacerations and contusions,
but none of them look too deep.
Laceration on the chest appears superficial.
- We want him stable as possible before we get on the plane.
Once we're in the air, doing anything, even giving drugs gets a lot harder.
- Hey! So...
Sounds like Bodie's gonna be heading to AC before winter, lucky bastard.
- Soon as he does, you're looking at number four in line for a right seat.
- Ooh-wee!
That deserves a beer to celebrate.
When you gonna let me buy you one, huh?
- When we don't work together.
- Oh, come on, Lex!
Nine out of ten female pilots don't make it to the cockpit up here.
Why not have a little fun?
- 'Cause I didn't bust my ass through seven years of Air Cadets
and four years of a Commercial Aviation degree
to not be that one out of ten, B-rad.
- Okay!
[indistinct radio chatter]
- How you holding up, Steve? Okay?
- You know I wasn't even supposed to work today?
Picked up a shift.
It's my kid's birthday next week.
He wanted a... bike. [medical machines beeping]
[Steve grunting]
- His O2 sats are dropping.
[machines beeping rapidly]
- Decreased lung sounds right side.
He's got a sucking chest wound.
- He needs a chest tube or his pneumo will tension and he'll arrest.
- You didn't flag this before we took off?!
- I-I thought it was superficial.
- Get him on oxygen, now!
- We're still 45 minutes away from Winnipeg, we...
We don't have the proper equipment, we're not qualified!
- You're thinking hospital protocols, okay? This is a medevac.
There's only us and what we have on this plane.
We need to divert to Thompson.
Tell Dispatch to have an ambulance meet us on the ground.
[pilot]: Copy that. - This is the North.
We make do with what we have, or people die.
[Steve grunting]
35-year-old male, impact with an industrial fan grill at a high rate of speed.
Patient presented with pneumothorax, mid-flight.
- Resourceful as always, Crystal. Bay 3, prep for a chest tube. I got it.
- They'll give him a tube, evaluate his injuries.
It's just our job to get them here alive.
After that, he's their problem.
[indistinct PA announcement]
What did you work before you came up here?
ER, ICU, Critical Care?
- L&D.
- Labour and Delivery? Jesus Christ.
- I-I worked at Sinai,
the most high-risk birthing centre in the country.
- That's the training you came up here with?
You see how little we're working with,
and on top of that, we get stuck with someone like you?
- I'm a good nurse.
- So am I. In a relevant field.
What the hell made you come up here?
You know what? This may just be some fun adventure to you,
but this is our lives.
We take care of our own because no one else will.
And if you can't handle that, you shouldn't be here.
[door opening]
- Ladies! You're just in time.
I got the barbecue all fired up for a welcome dinner for Hayley.
- Um... I'm too tired to eat.
Thanks, though, Wheezer.
[door slamming]
- Just say it.
- I flew you down to Winnipeg
when you went to Nursing School, and you cried the whole way.
New experiences are hard. - You don't have to fly with her.
- The North challenges people, Crys. Makes them grow.
And it's not always pleasant, but you gotta give them the room to do that growing.
- Do you know how many "Hayleys" I've had to train?
They come up here thinking they'll have some fun
and make big bucks, and then they leave.
Because they can't hack it, okay?
The "Hayleys" never stay. And this one won't either.
- You wanna just throw yourself on my AK?
Always on your phone, bro.
Dude. Are you that sweaty for an offer from a major airline?
They're not gonna send it out after midnight, you butthead.
- You did my Line Indoc, butthead.
You know how long it took me to get this interview.
- Mm-hmm.
- You really never wanted to play in the big leagues?
- No, man. Who the hell is gonna hire a weirdo like me?
- Anyone? [scoffing]
You're a damn good driver, Wheez.
You have over 10,000 hours.
- I like it up here.
- Okay, nobody likes it up here. - Oh, yes they do.
They do like it here if they don't wanna mess
with that bullshit corporate culture down south.
"A poet or a florist?" - I said florist.
- Eh...
- Maybe I should've gone poet? Or...
- Greenhorns, you're so worried about getting somewhere,
you never stop to think if you're going where you should.
Like directly into my ambush, son!
- Shit! - Boom! Headshot. Boom!
[Wheezer laughing]
[phone ringing]
- Crys!
Okay, look, I'm not stupid enough to wake you, okay?
- Sure looks like you are.
- I, uh... I had a little hunting accident.
- I gotta do this fast before anyone sees you here.
- Come on, lady. My six-pack's over here. Come on.
[grunting]
Ah. Ow, ow, awas! What are you doing?
Geez...
- Looks like your "hunting accident" managed to miss anything important.
- Hey...
Still smells like you. Sunshine, sweetgrass, and...
Oh! Rage, okay! Whoa.
- Oops. Guess that's why I'm not supposed to suture
until I'm a certified NP.
You'll need to see a doctor for antibiotics and a tetanus shot.
- Yeah, no, I'm not gonna do that.
- What did you do, hmm?
Steal some of that crap you sell from the dogs you work for?
- No. I...
No, I... told the wrong people "no".
Look, just because you and I don't have the same lines,
doesn't mean I don't have them, alright?
I'm trying to help the community, Crys. Same as you.
[scoffing] - No one needs your kind of help.
- At least I'm here. You left. I stayed.
- Yeah, and you bitched me out about it for years.
North House is my home, too, you know?
- Is it? - My family are here.
- Uh... sorry.
- Hey. You ready to load, Chopper?
- Yeah. Ready to go.
Hey, uh... I like your braid. It's really, uh... neat.
[chuckling] I meant neat like "tidy".
Not neat like "cool". Nobody says neat for cool.
'Cause that's a lame thing to say.
Much like calling someone tidy.
- Hey, Chops.
Fuel truck's coming.
- Hey, Tristan.
- Heads up, rookie.
Ready for the most important training you'll ever get?
Eat when you can, pee when you can, and sleep when you can.
Oh, and dibs on the stretcher.
[airplane whirring]
- I'm not getting on that effing plane!
- Whoa, hey!
What's going on, Cherie?
- This cranky-ass môniyaskwew is trying to hijack my pregnant butt, that's what's going on!
You said you were just gonna give me some prenatal vitamins.
- You're going to have your baby any day now, Cherie.
You need to go to Winnipeg, you know that.
- No. I did that with my last kid, and it sucked.
Sitting alone in a nasty motel for weeks waiting to go into labour?
I'm not doing it again. I want to be here with my family.
- Cherie, right? Do you remember me?
We sort of met at the bus station.
Anyways, I'm new here.
But I used to be a labour and delivery nurse in Toronto,
and it looks like you might be having some pain.
Do you want me to take a look to make sure everything's okay?
- I'm not going to that bullshit plane.
- We can do it here.
Yeah, trust me, I'm in no rush to get back on that bullshit plane either.
- She's got to go, Tristan. You know she's got to.
I'm not trying to be a bully, this is just how it is.
- I know, Camille. - There's no doctor,
there's no help for hours if something goes wrong.
At 36 weeks, they have to go to Winnipeg.
- Hey. I know, I took her there myself three weeks ago.
AÀ- Yeah, well, somehow she came back.
- It must be scary, to have your baby in a new place all alone.
You really don't get a choice?
- I'm having this baby here, on the land.
Even if I gotta squat in a tree to do it.
- Okay, I'll tell you what.
If you promise to go to Thompson to get checked after...
I'll help you have your baby here.
I need your obstetrics kit.
Now, we won't be able to give you anything for the pain.
So is there any family you want to have here?
- You can't do that! I can't deliver a baby here.
- I can.
- Camille's not wrong.
I mean, we are a long way away from help if we need it.
We should fly her out for her own safety.
- There isn't any time. She's a multip,
and she's already seven centimetres dilated.
So we can either deliver her here, or at 20,000 feet,
but this baby's coming.
- Baby's coming.
[indistinct chattering]
- Heard you had a fun bear attack.
- Brought him into Dr. Denning right after you left for the night, Trevor.
- Oof. Ouch.
And I thought we had something special going with that chainsaw accident.
Doesn't a partial amputation mean anything these days?
- Girl's gotta keep her options open.
[chuckling] - Thought you might need this to get you through practical.
- Thanks, but, uh... I don't need any more caffeine.
My Kookum would kick my ass if these stitches weren't straight.
- Not bad. Better than you see in some ERs.
I mean, maybe not my ER, but...
Hey, you sure you want to be a Nurse Practitioner?
- No. That's why I'm busting my ass working full-time while I do a masters?
- Why not bust ass... in med school?
Crystal, you're smart.
You've got a ton of field experience.
We both know you could do my job.
Maybe even as good as I do it.
- Better looking, for damn sure.
- Listen, my buddy works for a program at U of M
that supports Indigenous students in med school.
There are programs at McGill, U of T...
You can leave Thompson, you know?
- I leave Thompson all the time.
I leave to go to Shamattawa, I leave to go to The Pas...
- Okay, alright.
You know, it's a big world out there, Crystal.
And I think you'd set it on fire.
[soft music]
[phone beeping] - Hey, uh, do you think
I should take Hayley to the dump to see the bears?
Chicks love animals... right?
- You gotta chill, dude.
- Okay. Bodie, she's pretty.
And smart, and, uh... nice.
Come on, man, I need some A-game.
- Chops, you are the A-game. You're a catch.
So chill on the bears, okay?
[birds chirping]
[crow cawing]
- Yep.
[groaning]
[panting]
- That was perfect, Cherie.
Give me another good one just like that on your next contraction, okay?
You got towels and suction ready?
- Yeah. [panting]
[whimpering]
- Okay, the head's out.
I don't feel a cord. Let's get those shoulders delivered.
[Cherie groaning, panting]
Okay, I'm just going to rotate baby, okay?
Alright, Mom. I want you to put your hands under baby's armpits,
and on your next push, I want you to pull baby up, okay?
Okay, here we go.
[groaning]
[baby crying]
- That hard part's over, Mama.
Tristan, at two minutes, we'll clamp the cord to cut.
- I need the placenta. I have to wrap it,
put it in a tree to root the baby in the land.
[soft music]
- Hope that's not coming in here. It's full up.
- Then make room.
Look, the sched didn't make it up to North House yesterday
because of the weather. We gotta double up.
There's two more skids in that hangar.
- Dude, any more and I won't be able to secure the straps.
- You don't need to use all the straps. - I do for a load this bulky.
- Look, these communities rely on us to fly in vital supplies.
They can't get cut off because you don't know how to pack a plane properly.
- I can pack a plane. But I can't violate Aviation Authority rules.
- God. Don't be such a pussy.
Okay...
All this goes in the plane or you go.
Got it?
[scoffing] Seriously?!
[sighing]
Shit.
- Yo, Hayley delivered a freaking baby!
You don't understand, there was a woman that didn't want to get on the plane, right?
And she was like, super dilated and stuff,
and Hayley was all, "No big deal, I got this!"
And she delivers a baby with her bare hands!
[laughing]
Didn't see any of it, but still, it sounds super badass, right?
- Oh, I saw it, and it was badass.
The patient's family even gave us gifts.
- Yeah, they gave us moose meat.
- Saving the day and bringing home the bacon. Best flight nurse ever.
- They won't all be pregnant.
- What is your problem?
You don't know me. You don't know why I came up here.
- I know you have no business being up here.
Maybe you got lucky today, but the kind of crap we deal with on the regular?
That takes a real nurse. - Or maybe...
Maybe you're pissed that I can recognize a stab wound
and know that it has to be reported to police.
Don't worry. I can keep a secret.
- Guess we'll see, won't we?
[door opening and closing]
[sighing]
[soft music]
[phone chiming]
[birds chirping]
- Didn't think you had enough kindling in there for a helmet fire, Grodie.
What happened? Did they stop making headsets in child-size?
- Bite me, No-sack.
- Not my type, Chodie.
[sighing]
- Let's go, Bodie. We got a call.
[phone buzzing]
- Don't need to borrow this after all.
- You're not planning on driving this winter?
- Not planning on being here this winter.
Brad tried to force me to overload a plane.
- A little overload? Or...
- I walked out. Or he got angry and fired me.
Depends who you ask.
So now I'm out of a job and my spot on the ramp.
I'll have to leave Thompson,
go find some other crap town with an airport in the middle of nowhere,
and start all over again.
[plane whirring overhead]
All I've ever wanted from the first time I sat in the glider in cadets was to fly.
And I just threw it away.
I know what you're going to say.
"That was real stupid, Lexi. You should've just kept your mouth shut
and gone along with it, Lexi."
[sighing]
- I'm not going to say that.
- Can you hear me now?
What about now?
- A week? I thought you were gonna be here to help me study Immunology.
- I know, but this is killer overtime, babe.
And I want a big wedding.
[sighing] - I miss you.
Emma... [audio cutting]
[phone beeping]
[door opening] - Shit.
- There's an accident at the airstrip.
[beeping]
- What's this code?
- Flight Operations Alert Emergency.
One of the fleet's gone down.
[Dispatch]: 911, this is Dispatch.
You are diverting for an emergency call in North House.
[tense music]
- The pilot, he's pinned.
The cargo slid forward, I couldn't get to him.
- Go to the station, man the radio.
Keep Dispatch in the loop and tell Winnipeg to be ready for us.
- Wheezer?! I'm coming for you, buddy!
- Wheezer? Wheezer!
- Crissy? Crissy.
- Hey. Hey, it's me, buddy. I'm here.
- I can't move.
- Yeah, you crashed your plane, Wheez.
You got a couple hundred kilos of beans and condensed milk up your ass.
- I can't feel my legs.
- Bodie's gonna get you out. - No, no, no, no.
It's not safe. The master's still on.
[panting] I can't move to turn it off.
- Bodes? Bodes!
- There's a ruptured tank and all the electrics are still running.
Okay, look, we don't know what's in the cargo, how flammable it is.
- Let's get him out fast!
[tense music]
- How many inside?
- Just the pilot.
[Lexi over radio]: 922, go to guns.
- Go ahead.
- Came back in as soon as I heard.
How bad is it? Is Wheezer okay?
- Depends if we can get him out before the fuel catches.
- What happened?
- Looks like the 200 was overloaded. Cargo wasn't secure.
Wheezer must not have known, came in fast and long.
When he hit the brakes, the straps snapped.
It all slid forward and pinned him.
I gotta go. We're all-in.
- The police are on their way, and Winnipeg's sending ground support.
- That'll take too long! Move, move, move!
- My legs are cold. Can't feel them.
- Stay awake with me, okay?
- Yeah.
- The line's primed.
[breathing heavily]
- Tell me about this fight you had with Lynn.
Must've been bad if you did all this just to get out of it.
[chuckling weakly]
- I was such a stupid kid when I moved up here.
I never thought I'd find someone, a woman like her, you know?
I'm so... I'm so lucky.
Lynn...
I've just put her through so much, you know?
She's so, so...
- Patient? A saint?
- The North makes you grow, Crissy.
Makes you grow up.
This land...
...raised me, Crissy.
- Wheezer?
Wheezer!
We're out of time! Get him out, now!
- Okay...
[tense music]
- Let's move! - Move back! Move back!
Move, please!
[indistinct shouting]
- Ah, I can get him.
- He couldn't feel his legs, Tristan.
- Stay with us, buddy. We got you, Wheez.
Easy does it, now.
Easy... There we go. We're gonna get you out of here.
[grunting]
We're coming out!
- I'll get the backboard.
Set it down over there.
Okay, keep his neck as stable as possible. - I got you, I got you.
- We gotta go fast. The whole thing could blow at any minute.
[indistinct shouting]
- I got his head.
Alright, let's get him ready to go.
Okay, on my count.
One, two, three.
- Son of a bitch.
[tense music]
[Chopper]: Winnipeg Centre, this is SkyMed 911 medevac requesting priority.
[indistinct radio chatter]
- I'm taking the crew van. [sirens wailing]
- Wait, Bodes! I gotta put the plane to bed, I'll come with--
[tires screeching]
[soft music]
[distant sirens wailing]
- Is Wheezer okay?
- They're sending him to surgery. It'll be a couple hours before we know.
Crystal's calling his wife.
- You know,
I came up to Thompson with 250 hours,
a commercial license, and not a damn clue.
My first few weeks on that ramp,
I thought about getting back in my car and going home.
- Why didn't you?
- I met Wheezer.
He's the best pilot I know, the best guy, and if...
[sighing]
If he can't walk...
I can't imagine never flying again.
It'd feel like...
Like a part of me had died.
- Wheezer... will find a way.
I'm not making light of this. This...
This is big.
The thing that's gonna kill you could already be inside of you right now.
And you don't even know. You just...
keep going.
That's what we have to do.
We have to live as much life as we can.
While we can.
[soft music]
[distant plane whirring]
[phone ringing]
- Captain Pierce. - Martine.
- Sir, I-- - 0800 tomorrow. My office.
[phone hangs up]
[soft music] [sighing]
[indistinct chattering]
- Wheezer's out of surgery.
His back's broken, but...
He can wiggle his toes.
[upbeat rock music]
- Woo! - He's gonna be okay.
[all cheering]
- Hey, I love Wheezer too. But I mean...
It looks like pilot error to me.
- Not if he didn't know the plane was overloaded.
- I mean, do we know that for sure?
- Northern Police is looking into it.
Aviation Authority will be, too.
[indistinct chattering]
[chuckling]
- Chopper, look.
I screwed up, Chops.
Okay? After Wheezer, I was messed up,
- You knew I liked her.
You could get any girl that you want, Bodes, but...
why'd you have to go after her?
- I got a PFO letter.
I didn't get the job. - Wait, what?
But how? I mean, you're... You're Bodie.
- Who knows?
Maybe I screwed up the cognitive test.
Maybe I flunked the psych eval.
Maybe they didn't like my tie. Maybe they...
Maybe they didn't like me.
- Come on, Bode, everyone loves you.
- Yeah, here. [scoffing]
In Thompson.
[sighing]
[soft music]
- Why didn't you tell me?
- I didn't want anyone to know.
Not until I figure something else out.
You'll keep this to yourself, yeah?
- Of course, man. I got you.
[sighing]
[chuckling]
- I guess... Guess you won't be getting my room anymore, huh?
- Let's go back to the party, Bodes.
Come on. We'll get you a drink.
- Thank you. For taking care of Wheezer.
- We take care of our own, right?
[birds chirping]
- Bringing me breakfast isn't going to work this time, Mads.
We're not getting back together.
- I've taken five of these in the last two days.
I'm done being the only one who's scared shitless.
- You're early, Martine.
- Captain Pierce. About the cargo on the plane--
- Do you know William well?
- Everyone loves Wheezer.
Sir, I'd like the opportunity to explain--
- We're putting his wife up at an Airbnb in Winnipeg for his recovery.
No matter how rigorous maintenance is,
equipment malfunctions happen.
- Equipment? The straps?
- Brad and his team flew up to look at the crash.
It's been a problem before with this manufacturer.
Now, with Wheezer out of commission,
we have to shift pilots around,
which means there's an opening in the right seat on a medevac.
Congratulations, First Officer Martine.
- But there's still three guys on the ramp ahead of me.
- Well, sometimes we pull strong candidates up.
Brad called me personally to put you forward as the next to go flightline.
You've got a big fan over there.
Look, we're a small company, Lexi.
It's times like this we need to stick together.
[upbeat music]
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