- I didn't get the job.
- Why didn't you tell me? - I didn't want anyone to know.
Not until I figure something else out.
- There's nothing wrong with me.
- You can't keep putting it off.
- All this goes in the plane, where you go. Got it?
- Wheezer's out of surgery, his back's broken,
but he can wiggle his toes.
- Northern Police is looking into it.
Aviation Authority will be too.
- I'm trying to help the community, Crys,
same as you. - Son of a bitch.
- Congratulations, first officer Martine.
- You could get any girl that you want,
but why did you have to go after her?
- I have taken five of these in the last two days.
I am done being the only one who's scared shitless.
[engine whirs]
- 80 knots. - Check.
- V1. Rotate.
[beep! beep!]
Engine failure. - Set max power.
- Positive rate. - Gear up.
[dramatic music]
Confirm right engine has failed, feathered, no fire.
- Confirm right engine fail, not feathered and is on fire.
- Right engine shut down sequence.
- Confirm, right-hand condition lever.
- Confirmed, cut off.
[♪]
[soft music]
[sighs]
- Not bad, greenhorn.
You were a couple knots below blue line.
- Do you know how many PIC hours I have?
- Hmm, got to get through a week of Line Indoc
with Captain Dipshit first.
- I thought that was you.
[laughs]
- Bodie needs everyone to love him.
Kiss his ass, he'll check you out no problem.
- Am I doing the right thing? - Lex...
- Everyone's already wondering how I jumped ahead to go fight line.
If they found out I got this job on Wheezer's broken back...
- You're a good pilot. You did your time ramping.
And what happened to Wheezer wasn't your fault.
I have to go to the bar,
I have a shift that starts at 5:00.
Welcome to the world of high responsibility,
low pay aviation, kid.
- Yeah.
- You deserve this job, Lex.
You've earned it.
- Are you sure this is a good idea?
- Never lost a phone yet. - But we're on duty.
- As long as we have our pagers,
downtime between calls is downtime.
Doesn't matter if we're doing laundry
at the crew house or swimming.
- We have to be at the plane in 15 minutes if we get a call.
- And the airport is a seven-minute drive away.
That leaves 8 whole minutes for us to change.
Practically time for Slurpees.
[chuckles] Come on.
There's only three weeks of summer up here.
Gotta enjoy it.
[bird cries]
- Look, the other night...
I never get involved with coworkers.
But since you're leaving for Air Canada soon,
I just kind of thought... - Hey.
I got stuff going on now too.
We're just two friends going for a swim. Okay?
[rhythmic music]
- Okay.
[♪ CTRL + ALT + DEL by Rêve]
[joyful chatter]
- Hi, hi!
Hey, party possey!
It's a long weekend, you know what that means... Hey!
Bikinis all day all the way!
[laughs]
[song continues in the distance]
- You spent all this money we don't have
and you can't even get it started.
Who are you trying to impress, buying this thing?
The guys at work?
[sighs]
- I am top salesman, okay?
People expect a certain lifestyle.
[♪]
- Look at the views!
Your girl's rocking that house boat life, baby!
[♪]
- That should do it.
- Hashtag: boat life, hashtag: bikinis all day,
all the way.
Hashtag: your girl's got the goods.
[suspenseful music]
[intro theme]
- You're late.
15 minutes from call to hangar, that's the rule.
- Oh, uh, we were just grabbing extra supplies.
- Right.
Try to keep your supplies contained long enough
for us to do our jobs. Got it?
[tense music]
[rhythmic music]
Prism Lake is boat or snowmobile in only.
It'll take ground support a couple of hours to get here,
so until then, we're on our own.
Same drill as always, triage who needs
to be medevacked out now
and what can wait for ground crews.
Make a list of everyone on both vehicles, okay?
Make sure they're all accounted for.
- Please, my wife.
- Facial lacerations tend to bleed a lot, okay Darla?
But you're awake, your pulse and breathing are good...
- It's like the boat had a mind of its own.
And then, Darla, she hit the windscreen.
- You got someone for the plane?
Holy sh...
I'll get the stretcher.
[moaning in pain]
- Looks like you've knocked some teeth out there too.
I'm gonna start an IV for fluids.
- Baby...
I'm gonna take the boat back first thing tomorrow.
Okay? I swear. - I want a divorce.
- What...
[sobbing]
- It's probably just the pain talking.
- Hey, so most of the other injuries are small stuff,
cuts, bruises, a couple of broken ribs.
If you take her to Thompson, I can stay here
until land support arrives. - Okay.
- Hey, I got someone missing.
Woman named Mandy, people on the house boat
saw her on the roof before it got hit.
She must have been thrown off.
- Wait, you think she's still in the water?
- Maybe not.
[dramatic music]
- You really think she could have been thrown all the way back here?
- The speed, the boat was going at the angle, it hit...
[moaning in pain] - Mandy?
[grunts]
- Pull it out, please get this thing out of me.
- Mandy, right? I'm Hayley and that's Chopper,
I'm gonna take a look to see what we're dealing with, okay?
[dramatic music]
Alright, major injuries,
appears to be a through and through,
right shoulder, right radial pulse is intact.
Where else does it hurt, Mandy?
Do you remember hitting your head or...
- No... - ...passing out at all?
- God, I can't even look, just get it out, please!
- I know, but I don't know what blood vessels
that might have punctured, so if we pull it out now,
you might bleed out. Okay? It's gonna have to stay put
until we get you to a hospital. - My God.
If you don't pull it out, how are you gonna get me to the hospital?
[dramatic music]
- I'm a pilot! [chuckles]
I've never cut anyone off a tree before.
- Yeah, neither have I,
but we can't just leave the patient there.
I mean, she's got a concussion and possible internal injuries.
Hey, listen, you can fly a plane,
you can handle a saw.
Just... cut the branch six inches from the entry wound.
Right? Easy.
- Yeah.
[moans in pain]
Okay...
- Okay, Mandy.
I'm gonna spike a line, give you 25 mics of fentanyl.
Hold that up for me.
- Isn't that stuff dangerous? - Not in this dose.
It's gonna hurt when the branch starts to vibrate,
but I'm gonna hold it as still as I can, okay?
- Oh, no! No, no, no!
- Hey, hey, listen to me, listen to me.
I used to deliver babies, okay?
Talking people through pain is my specialty.
Just listen to my voice and I'll get you through this, okay?
[dramatic music]
- Will this hurt less than a baby?
- It'll be faster.
- I'm so sorry.
- Okay. [grunts]
I'm gonna need you to take long, slow exhales.
- Okay. - Listen to my voice,
stay with me. Yeah.
[screams in pain] It's okay.
Deep breaths. In, out.
[screams] Listen to my voice,
stay with me. Stay with me, you're doing so good.
[grunts] We're almost done.
[screams]
Just like that, exhale...
- 20-year-old woman with likely concussion,
through and through the right shoulder,
neurovascularly intact,
40-year-old woman with multiple facial lacerations
and dental trauma, vitals stable.
- Bay 3 prep for sutures.
Let's send this one down to imaging to see what we're dealing with.
Page surgery that she's coming.
- If I had to get stuck on a tree,
I'm glad you were my nurse.
But I'm never having kids.
[notification bell]
- Bodie texted.
He's on his way in the van.
Look, about earlier, it's not what you think,
we just went for a swim.
- None of my business.
- Good, because you've got it wrong.
I'm a professional.
- Great. So, show up for calls on time.
Look, Hayley, you're a good nurse.
But up here, if we get distracted,
people get hurt.
So, maybe think about who you're letting yourself get distracted by.
[sombre music]
[♪ Snakehold by Sebastian Gaskin]
- Hey.
Morning, handsome. I made pancakes,
but I'm on duty in 10, gotta fly.
Text you later?
[♪]
Want me to get his number for you, Novak?
- Amateur move, letting him stay the night.
- Morning to you too, sunshine.
[indistinct radio chatter]
- Why isn't the plane loaded?
Bodie and I are supposed to take a load of medical supplies
up to North House on our schedevacs...
- Someone must have skipped those instructions...
Kind of like how you jumped over me and two other guys
to go flight line, huh?
If you're gonna sit in my plane, you can load it, too.
[forklift beeping]
[phone rings]
- Ah, there's my baby!
Oh, we've been trying you all weekend.
- Hey, Mom. Uh, been busy.
Lots of calls.
- You get word from Air Canada yet?
- Everyone is so excited about having you back home.
Grandma's really hoping you'll be home in time
for Thanksgiving.
- About that, it's not great news.
Uh...
AC isn't starting their ground school until next fall.
- Oh, well...
At least you'll be home in time for Christmas, then.
What about Madison, is she coming too?
Oh, we'll finally get to meet her.
- Yeah, I don't know, things with Madison are...
complicated.
- No way, is that Ryan and Denise?
- Oh! Hi, Jay! - Hey!
- Did Austen share the cookies I sent back with him?
- He tries to hide them, but I know where he keeps his stash.
- Don't worry, Chopper. You'll join Austen at Air Canada soon enough.
And you'll always have a bed with us in Forest Hill, if you need it.
[chuckles]
- Uh...
Got to go, got to be up in 10.
- Bye, honey! Bye! - Bye!
[beep!]
- Alright, look.
I called a few buddies.
West Jet's got a ground school coming up,
Pasco too, they gave me all the "deets",
I can ask one of them to walk your resume in if you want.
- What's the point?
I don't even know why AC didn't hire me.
Why would anyone else? - Okay, Bodes, AC's fickle.
Everyone knows that. Alright, you're a good pilot.
- Look, I can't be stuck up here.
This can't be my life.
What the hell is this? We're supposed to be wheels up in 10.
- Yeah, that box or two of medical supplies
turned out to be an entire skid.
- You know, it's bad enough they got us moving supplies
like we're goddamn cargo, but you don't even have it loaded yet?
Total bush league.
Now, I'm the asshole who has to push the schedevac.
Get your shit together, Martine.
[sighs]
[grunts]
[dramatic music]
[indistinct radio chatter]
- Flaps approach.
- You're high, you're fast,
you gotta get some drag out, dirty up.
[tense music]
- Yeah, if you'd given me a chance,
I was just about to call for that.
Gear down, props forward.
- Gear down, confirm three green.
- Confirmed.
Flaps down, landing checklist.
- Who crapped in your headset?
- You train people your way, I'll train people my way.
- This isn't your usual way.
You gonna tell her about that door?
- Yeah. Later, when she secures the cabin.
[soft music]
- I didn't know it was this bad.
- Yeah, Wheezer's lucky he only broke his back.
- Oh, did the sun come out, or is that just Crystal?
- Astum!
Grab a box, rampie.
- You know I love that Big Auntie energy.
[light music]
Hey, what's up, fly boy?
[indistinct chatter]
[soft music]
[rhythmic music]
- Dude, puck dropped five minutes ago.
- Satellite's probably just stuck.
We'll have reception in no time.
- We should go to Corey's.
He's got the new PS5.
- No! No, just give me, like, five minutes.
[suspenseful music]
[metal creaking]
[insects buzzing]
[yelps]
[engine roaring]
- It's what the astronauts use.
It can write in zero gravity.
My engineering buddies sent it to me,
but you gotta try it upside down.
- You applying to West Jet?
You don't have enough PIC hours.
- Oh, uh... Just checking out the options.
For a friend.
The friend who sent me the pen.
As, you know, a thank you.
- The engineer?
- Yeah, he...
...has lots of PIC time.
- Just wanted to impress the guys on the hockey team before tryouts.
Now, I won't be able to play.
- You just moved up here, huh?
Me too.
- Got any tips?
- Everyone warns you about the bears,
but they're more friendly then some of the locals.
- Pro-tip, just do you.
If they get that, great. If they don't, screw them.
You don't always have to be friends with everyone you work with.
Novak gives Oscar a run for his trash can.
We still fly with him, though. [laughs]
[beeping]
- My...
My chest feels tight.
[beeping quickens]
My skin hurts. - It's anaphylaxis.
His symptoms are recurring. [grunts]
Administering 0.3 milligrams of epinephrine,
we'll stay on him every 15 minutes.
- Starting high dose supplemental oxygen.
[dramatic music]
- Call Winnipeg, have them send an ambulance.
Stay with us, Evan.
[soft country music]
- Stop the truck. - What?
- Stop the truck! - Okay.
[music shuts off]
[door closes]
Ooh, hey, are you that eager to be alone?
- You're gonna tell me about this box
you took from Wheezer's plane crash?
Or would that get you in trouble with your hunting buddies?
- All you had to do was ask, Crys.
[chuckles]
Go ahead, take a look.
Don't get too excited, that's a...
genuine water pump there, for my neighbour's house.
[tense music]
[sighs]
Come on, Crys.
The community might be dry, but this stuff's coming up
whether you like or not, yeah?
At least, if I'm the one bringing it,
I can make sure it's not something worse.
- Oh, you're trying to act good now, Crys, is that it?
We both know, before you left,
you were running the stuff with me.
- Only because I was young and stupid enough
to think I was in love with you.
[soft music]
- The ice roads are getting less reliable every year.
The prices at the Northern Store are skyrocketing
and people can't afford what they need anymore.
I'm just doing what I can to help them.
And yeah, if having a whiskey pipeline gives me the tools
to bring up the stuff we actually need,
well... fine with me.
- You know what, they're my people too.
I care about the community.
And you keeping your crap away from my airline.
[dramatic music]
- Back to YWG, lady and gents.
Oh, don't forget to give us five stars, please.
- Fuel run first? It's impossible to get a good coffee in Thompson.
I mean, I can barely find a basic caramel creamer out there.
So, unless we get a page saying someone's dying,
we're caffeinating. My treat.
- Hey, how's the kid? Is he... gonna be okay?
- Yeah, they got the reaction under control.
I've never seen anaphylaxis return
without a second exposure before.
- Yeah, it can happen.
It's more common in younger kids.
My brother had nut allergies.
- Had? Is that something you can grow out of?
[sighs]
- The secret to winning anyone over is to know their drinks.
Crystal likes a green tea with honey,
Chopper takes an oat mocha frap
and Novak likes a small black, like his heart.
- That wasn't a bad landing, once you dirtied up.
You need to bond the plane first, to prevent sparks.
And another thing-- - Look.
I've had my licence since I was 14
and I've been fuelling planes with my dad since I could walk.
I know how to bond a plane.
You and I...
We're supposed to have each other's backs.
[soft music]
[car horn honks]
- Wheels up in five!
Secure the cabin, our clearance expires in three minutes.
Today, Martine!
- Okay.
- Lines up all the way.
- Strobe lights.
- On. - Auto-ignition.
- Armed. - Annunciators?
- Check. - Line ups complete.
- You have control, punch it.
Auto-feather armed.
- Set max power.
[dramatic music]
- Reject! I have control. - You have control.
- Taxi back and try again,
and fix that goddamn door, Martine!
[sighs]
[grunts]
[panting]
[sombre music]
- Hey, Bodie.
Don't you ever pull shit like that
when I have a patient on board again.
No, look, I get that you're taking something out on Lexi,
but setting her up with a door
when I have a patient on board was wrong.
What...
Maybe you don't give a crap about this job
now that you're leaving, but I do.
And as long as you're here,
you better act like you do too.
- Austen.
I hear congratulations are in order.
When do we lose you to Air Canada?
- Not for a few months, sir.
- I was gonna ask you how your first day went, but...
- Captain Dipshit is not a fan.
He rode my ass, acting like I was incompetent.
That was before I didn't secure the door properly
and we had to reject a takeoff.
- At a controlled airport?
- North House. [sighs]
Still warrants a report.
Not a great look on your Line Indoc.
And I've already got two strikes against me.
I'm a woman and I'm Black.
I have to work twice as hard for half the credit.
I can't make mistakes.
- It happened at an uncontrolled airport
and everyone knows the door on 911 is tricky.
He should have checked it himself.
- He was too busy screaming at me about our clearance expiring.
- His fault for rushing you, then.
When you rush, real ugly shit happens.
Bodie knows this.
He'd be an asshole...
a bigger asshole than usual if he reported it.
[dramatic music]
Son of a bitch.
[sighs]
- That was cream in the small coffee?
- Milk.
[retching]
- Sorry. Uh...
There's nothing wrong with this
and I'm not contagious or anything.
[milk pouring]
- How far along?
- Uh...
I'm going to the doctor today to find out.
You have kids?
- No, I'm a nurse.
Try ginger, it helps.
I haven't even told anyone.
I mean, just my jerk boyfriend,
but he's not even returning my calls right now, so...
Sorry.
Let me get your drinks.
- Uh...
If you need anything or have any questions
or want someone to talk to,
I'm Hayley.
- My boyfriend's not really a jerk.
We'll work it out.
- I had time for a coffee run before our schedevac.
- I don't drink coffee.
- Right. Green tea with honey?
- Thanks.
- Bring enough for the class, nurse Roberts?
- Triple espresso with turpentine, right?
- What's the matter, Bodie?
Lexi didn't kiss your ass enough
or you just being a dick 'cause she's my friend?
- You have friends, no-sack? - Pretty pathetic.
Setting up a greenhorn just so you can report her.
That the kind of bullshit you talk about in your AC interview?
- No, I told them about hauling cargo around.
Deadweight guys like you.
- I'm not the one hauling a PFO letter.
- Wait, what's that mean?
- Mister golden boy didn't get the job.
Tssk! He's full of shit.
I called my buddy to see who's in the next ground school.
And it ain't you. Yeah.
You want to act like this big deal,
stomping on everyone under you?
But we both know...
you're a joke.
[sombre music]
- Dude.
[telephone rings]
[dramatic music]
[engine roars]
- Get ready to brief. - Affirmative.
- We'll be doing KELTO-3 arrival into Winnipeg, page 10-2 Bravo.
Initial waypoint is VITAG. - Copy.
[sighs]
Look, I get it, you're pissed at me
because I took a run at the precious Austen Bodie,
but if anyone had gone after him the way he's been riding Lexi,
you'd have done something too.
[sombre music]
- We have to be at KELTO at 11,000 feet or below,
250 knots.
- I'm thirsty.
- Alright.
Let's see here.
Okay, apple or orange?
There was fruit punch, but Chopper likes that one.
- Apple?
I don't need to go to Winnipeg. I won't get another sore throat.
[chuckles]
- Look, I know it sounds scary,
but you have nothing to worry about.
I mean, I got my tonsils taken out and look.
I hardly leak at all.
[chuckles]
[laughs]
[indistinct radio chatter]
You know, Lexi may be your bestie,
but we both know nobody gets their panties twisted
over the rules more than you do.
You'd have reported that rejected takeoff too.
- I wouldn't set a new pilot up, though.
- But that's not why you called him out
about not getting the AC job, is it?
You wanted to embarrass him.
That's not about helping Lexi.
That's about you.
[indistinct radio chatter]
- She has a lot of pain.
She needs to see a doctor at a hospital.
- I'm not tying up a medevac for indigestion.
If you just take your stomach pills, you'll be fine.
- I told you, she's done that and she's still in pain!
She hurts so bad, she can't get off the couch!
- Forget it! If you're here for drugs,
you won't get any from me.
- Hey, Camille.
- How'd it go on Island Lake, Gerald?
- Gerald is a 65-year-old man with type 2 diabetes,
returning from regular dialysis.
- We'll be on standby when we get back to Thompson,
but we need to restock the abdo pads and check our IV supply.
- Okay.
- My wife needs a hospital.
And you're going to take her.
[dramatic music]
[suspenseful music]
[panting]
Start that plane.
You're taking my wife to a hospital.
- Look, there's no need for all of this.
If you're sick, a nurse from the nurse's station
will book a medevac. - No, she won't!
No matter how many times I take Sunny into there,
that old bitch will not put us on a plane.
- She keeps saying I have indigestion.
And the pills don't do squat.
My stomach, my back hurt and I'm so weak.
- I'm sure if you just explain-- - No! No one listens.
I know my wife.
There's something wrong.
[panting]
I'm not gonna watch her suffer. You!
You're gonna take us to a doctor
and I'm gonna make them help her.
- We don't have enough fuel to make it to the nearest hospital.
[sighs]
- You expect me to believe that?
- We carry the minimum to avoid weight restrictions.
We're supposed to refuel at the next community.
- Sunny, right?
And Keith? - Yeah.
- Hayley and I could have a look at you right here.
Maybe we could figure out what's going on.
- Keith.
- Yeah? [grunts]
Okay.
[grunts in pain]
- Pulse is irregular.
Are you a smoker?
- No.
[grunts]
- Okay, I'm just gonna have a listen to your chest, okay?
- Okay.
[panting]
- Can you take a few deep breaths for me?
[deep breathing]
Again.
- Drink this.
- Wait, wait, what is that you're giving her?
- Antacid and lidocaine.
If the problem's in her stomach,
we'll know in about 15 minutes.
[tense music]
- Where are you going there, Keith?
- Fuel caps...
[grunts]
- You're lying to me.
Everybody keeps lying to us.
We can't trust anybody.
- Hey. We want to help you.
Okay? But we can't do things this way.
I know you don't want to hurt anyone.
We don't want that either.
We'll take you to Thompson, no problem.
Make sure your wife gets help.
[♪]
[grunts] - Bodie!
[panting]
- It's fine, I'm okay.
- It won't be, if you don't get in that plane
and take us to a hospital right now!
Go!
[dramatic music]
- Don't judge us.
You don't know what we've been dealing with.
No one takes a Native woman with pain seriously.
They think I want drugs, but... The drugs don't even help.
[panting]
Sometimes...
It gets so bad that I can't even stand up.
I can't... I can't get enough air.
[dramatic music]
We have a little girl and I can't get sick
and leave her alone.
I lost my own mom when I was young.
- Wait, what did she die from?
- I was small...
I don't know, one day, she was fine
and the next, she was gone.
And I can't do that to my Kimi.
- Alright, come on, let's get going.
- Pink Lady should have worked by now.
It isn't stomach.
Mom died young, something genetic maybe?
- Epigastric pain, shortness of breath,
irregular pulse...
- Sats are low. Too low for a young woman who doesn't smoke.
[regular beeping]
[breathing heavily]
- There, you hear that?
[deep breathing]
I think your wife has heart failure.
- Is she gonna be okay?
- If we get her to a hospital quickly.
Lasix, 40 milligrams.
- Listen, Keith, I know you haven't been treated well.
But if you make this plane takeoff at gunpoint,
there's no coming back from that.
I give you my word, I'll take Sunny to the hospital myself
and I'll stay with her until she gets the care she needs.
Okay?
Put the gun down.
[panting]
[tense music]
- What's wrong with her?
What did you do to her?
- Nothing, she isn't getting enough oxygen,
she needs a hospital. [panting]
- Take off now, or so help me God,
this time I will shoot him.
[tense music]
- Before, start checklist.
- Park break. - On.
- Cabin door?
[breathing shakily]
- Check.
Let's go.
[engine cycling up]
Auto-feather armed.
- Set max power.
[dramatic music]
[wind whistling]
- We got him, we're cleared.
[sighs]
[inspiring music]
- It's just a cut. - Yeah, and I'm just the one
with actual medical training. - Hey! I'm a hero.
I thwarted a high-jacking.
- I thought... I thought Lexi was the hero.
- Oh...
Taught her everything she knows. - Mm-hmm.
[chuckling]
Well, the bad news is you're full of crap,
but no concussion.
Little glue should do it.
[soft music]
[bandage pack rips open]
I guess it wasn't safe to hook up with a co-worker after all, huh?
Since you're not leaving Thompson just yet.
- Is that a bad thing?
- Hmm... More of a
"How are we gonna work together?" type of thing.
- I think we work together pretty good.
[rhythmic music]
- Sunny, you only need to see a cardiologist in Winnipeg,
but based on your ECG, looks like Crystal was right.
You have hypertrophic cardiomyopathy.
It's serious, but treatable.
You'll need an implantable cardiac defibrillator
and beta blockers.
[soft music]
[sobs softly]
Hey. You okay?
- Can't believe it took me so long to get to heart.
All the signs were there-- - Hey, tough cookie.
Your differential skills under duress are impressive,
but I mean more about how you were just held at gunpoint.
- I'm gonna make a statement to the Northern Police.
Keith isn't dangerous.
Just desperate to save the woman he loves.
[soft music]
They both deserve better than what they got.
[truck beeping]
- Sparky, when you mixed up the manifests
and botched a whole day's worth of scheds,
who helped you reroute before anyone even knew?
And Nuts, I took every single one of your shifts
when you had to go to Van because you thought
your girlfriend was cheating.
You don't have to have my back
because I got three gold bars on it,
but you damn well better because I had yours.
- Guess you don't need my help.
- I got this.
- Look.
Yesterday, Pierce was asking when I was leaving for AC,
I... didn't tell him anything about the rejected takeoff.
[sighs] Since it... was my fault.
I'm sorry, Lex.
Time for your real line check, Martine.
[chuckles]
[♪ Can't Help Myself by Dean Brody & The Reklaws]
[cheering] - Whoo!
- We got one more, baby, let's do this.
[excited yelling]
[cheering]
[♪]
[soft music]
[indistinct chatter]
- Another round.
- You know, they would've found out about AC
eventually, Scrotie.
You might think I'm an asshole--
- I don't think about you at all.
You're just...
the guy pouring my beer.
[indistinct chatter]
Ready for round two?
I saw Billy Ray on the jukebox.
- You don't answer my calls
and this is what you're doing?
You're out dancing with some random
while I'm freaking out knocked up with your baby?
[gasping]
You asshole!
[♪]
[dog barks in the distance]
- Gotta say, Bodes,
pretty disappointed.
That was at least 30 bucks of beer.
[birds chirping]
[sighs]
- I just...
...wanted to go back to the way things were.
Before I found out about AC.
And about...
...Madison.
- Yeah, I'd be a pretty crappy wingman
if I didn't tell you when your fire light is on.
You gotta take the controls, Bodie.
- Hypertrophic cardiomyopathy.
That's what almost killed Sunny.
- Sunny has indigestion.
- No, Sunny had concerning symptoms
and you didn't listen to her.
You assumed she was making it up.
Native woman looking for drugs.
She could have died because of it.
- If you knew what I dealt with up here...
- We all deal with a lot up here.
But we can't make assumptions
and our patients shouldn't die because of it.
[soft music]
[indistinct chatter]
[♪]
- Hey, my creamer!
Oh!
Thanks for the hookup, Hayls.
- It wasn't me.
- Huh?
Huh...
Must have been Crystal.
I know this stuff looks trashy,
but give me two minutes with a frother...
Ooh-wee!
- Hey, Hayley, got a minute?
- Uh, I'm not really in the mood for another
"I told you so" right now.
- Did you know Bodie was adopted?
He doesn't talk about it much,
but Madison getting pregnant...
His feelings are probably a lot more complicated
than the typical male terror.
[soft music]
- I didn't... realize you guys were close.
- The guy you're seeing right now,
that's not the real Bodie.
Bodie doesn't even know who the real Bodie is.
[pager beeping]
Oh, got to go. Been waiting for this one.
[door closes]
[engine roars]
- I'd take the stairs, but... landing gear's
not exactly cooperating these days.
- Uh, don't play it up for sympathy.
His legs are fine.
He's just on bed rest until his back heals,
so they're sending him to Thompson General.
- I heard you just went right seat.
- Uh, yeah. Just finished my Line Indoc.
- Congratulations on surviving the ramp.
Tough part's over. Now, it's all living the dream.
- You look like crap, Heaseman.
When are you getting back to a cockpit?
- Well, doc says another couple of weeks, but...
Aviation Authority might say something else.
They're sending a team up next week to interview me about the crash.
- Why? You didn't do anything wrong.
- I appreciate the faith, Cryssy,
but something went wrong,
because there's nearly four tons
of airplane eating trees at North House.
And Av's, they're mighty determined to find out what happened.
[dramatic music]
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