[siren wailing] Okay, let's try again.

Power to charge to do 100, checking rhythm with compressions.

VF everybody, clear?

Shocking.

[defibrillator administering] -[man] Shock administered.

-[machine beeping] Pulse charged to 200, checking rhythm, hold compressions.

[telephone ringing] [woman] Shocking.

[man] Shock administered.

He's still in VF.

Back on the chest for two, and then we'll reassess.

[siren blaring] VF, everybody.

Clear!

Shocking.

[defibrillator administering] [machine beeping] He's in sinus.

[woman] Perfect.

Nice work, everyone.

[cell phone chimes] [cellphone] You have seven new voice messages.

To listen, press 1.

[on phone] Eliza, it's...

It's Ed.

Again, can you please call me back.

we need to talk about this.

[phone beeps] I'm just...

I'm so sorry.

Can you please just give me five minutes?

[phone beeps] Eliza, come on...

Pick up, you can't just ignore me.

[plane buzzing] [GASPS] Wow.

Hey.

Huh, sorry to be a hassle... You'd really be doing me a solid if you... [man] Hey, good morning.

Morning.

I was just held up because I was helping...

Sorry, uh?

-Eliza.

-Eliza.

Here with some car troubles.

That's lucky, you made it all over to the car park before you broke down.

Mm, yeah.

It is.

And it's Doctor Eliza, I presume?

It is.

Oh.

Got somewhere to be?

Yep, I'll see you, Dad.

Doctor Wayne Yates.

Huh.

Hi.

It's fresh.

[guide] This hangout was visited by the Queen, in 1954.

Which is how we got the official "Royal", in the Royal Flying Doctor Title.

Now if you all, head on up to the mezzanine, I'll be with you in just a tick.

Doctor Harrod, this is, Rhiannon.

Tour guide, fundraiser and in general, all round superstar.

Yeah, he's trying to say, Dog's body.

Everyone is so excited that you are here.

Oh, uh, that's lovely.

I'm dangerously likely to disappoint, but lovely.

We are just happy to have a new permanent SMO.

Well, it is six months at this stage.

And you've met our base manager, Leone.

Welcome.

-Thank you.

-How're you settling in?

Great.

I've widely underestimated winter in the desert.

Mm, it happens.

We'll get you a jacket.

Thanks.

Hey, P2 out at McArthur.

How's Mira's duty time?

Uh...

Pushing it, but it should be okay.

So she's the one that took his job?

Can't you tell by the look on his face?

Pilot Mira, Flight Nurse Pete This is Dr. Eliza Harrod, our new SMO.

-Hi.

-Eliza, is it?

Yes.

Hi, lovely to meet you.

Hey, that P2 out at McArthur's, how's the strip?

-Oh, jeez, that's Rhino, is it?

-No, Harriette.

She came off a horse, it rolled on her, possible left tib/fib.

Oye, Graham.

Strip at McArthur's?

Smooth as Pete's skin.

Okay, weather's clear.

I can get us up in 30.

Any chance, I can tag along?

Uh, yeah, fine with me.

What do you weigh?

About 120 pounds.

Uh, weight equals fuel.

Oh, if it's an issue... Oh, nah, we'll be fine.

If we can get airborne with the rock over here, I'm sure we can manage you.

I have to be this big to carry this lot.

-Sure he does.

-All right.

Let's prep some ketamine, some TXI and meet back here in 15.

-Okay.

-Right.

I'll get my bag.

[cell phone ringing] -So what's she like?

-She's great.

Nah, I'm not convinced.

-What?

-What else have you got?

Oh, quit and run, even money.

Stick it out?

I don't know.

10 to 1?

Oh yeah?

That's special.

Pete knows all about quit and run, don't you?

She was cracking chests at Hem's for six years.

I reckon she can handle a bit of dust.

Mm, question is, can she handle the coffee?

Wayne's a coffee snob and he stayed.

'Cause I'm an excellent barista.

Well, however long she is here, is time we can all skill up.

And time I don't need to book any FIFOs, so let's not give her any reasons to leave, okay.

Oh, my God.

That is not the face I was expecting.

Uh, Matty.

Harris, sorry.

Flight nurse, one of the...

In my head that didn't came out...

I... Uhm... Actually normal.

So, welcome.

Is this too much?

No, no.

It's fine.

It's good to be prepared.

I give her one month.

You're on.

-One.

-Mm.

How's she going with the morphine?

[indistinct chatter] [panting] What's the lettuce for?

-Burns.

-Oh... Back home we use cabbage.

[airplane powering up] [seatbelts clicking] [over the radio] Hi there, My name's Pete.

I'll be your steward this morning.

Uh, please observe the fasten seat-belt sign at all times.

Oxygen masks, if required will fall from the ceiling.

In case of evacuation... Await my instructions.

But...

If I'm sleeping, push here, turn anti-clockwise.

[WHISTLES]1 Get yourself out.

Do take a moment to review this safety onboard card and...

Thank you again for flying with the RFDS Wish you a pleasant flight.

Yep, that's the caliber of material you can get used to from now on.

Cabin secure for takeoff.

Cockpit closed.

All traffic in the Broken Hill area, Centre Flydoc 257 IFR Kingair 4POB, taxing Broken Hill runway 23 for McArthur Station.

Uhm, just... Go easy on that.

Oh, I've read all the clickbait about British tourists dying of thirst in the desert.

I brought plenty.

That's the thing.

You see any toilets?

[airplane powering up] [airplane buzzing] [Wayne] How she looking, Rhino?

[Rhino] I got her back to the homestead.

But she's still pretty crooked, mate.

All right, well hang in there, Rhino, mate.

We're nearly there, okay?

[radio beeps] Does the Sat phone always work?

Nah, it's just a bit of a lucky dip out here.

I'm not surprised.

It just goes on forever, doesn't it?

There will be a bathroom of some kind, when we land though, won't there?

Yes.

Yeah.

Right next to the Maccas.

You'll eventually learn to tune him out.

Thank God for the isolate button.

[machine beeps] McArthur Station.

RFDS.

Mike.

Quebec.

Delta.

Hey, Rhino, can you hear me?

[Rhino] Gooday, Mira.

Let us know when you're done with that Roo-run.

[Eliza] There's a car on the runway.

[Pete] He's just running the strip.

It's best way to keep goats out of your undercarriage.

[Rhino] Roo-run's complete.

Runway is clear.

Or roos, or emus.

Do you actually hit kangaroos?

Not if they run it properly.

[airplane powering down] [Mira] Clear door.

Hey, Rhino.

Mira.

I'll keep you posted.

Hey, mate.

[Rhino] Gees, you're a sight for sore eyes.

She's got nothing left.

-She's dry.

-There you go, mate.

Jeez, you're a legend.

One fresh lettuce.

I should never have sent her up the back.

Oh, Rhino.

Oh, Eliza.

-You'll be upfront.

-Right.

I'm really sorry, but I'm gonna wet myself if I don't go to the bathroom soon.

What, here?

You'll be all right?

I'll take the others forward and double back.

[door opens] [door closes] Oh, but... [exhales] [mosquito buzzing] Oh... [birds chirping] She's just doing her bit for drought relief out there, Harriette.

[laughing] -Yeah.

-Oh.

-Better?

-Yes.

Thank you.

So, there's a few small grazes on the head and on the arms, but there's an acute pain...

Sorry, Harri.

Yeah, I reckon it's a fractured tib/fib.

I think you've broken the leg.

Yeah.

Bp's a 104 on 68, pulse at 110.

We're gonna get a spin on your leg, Harri.

Sound okay?

All right.

All right, got some morphine coming through, there you go.

-It'll make you feel much better.

-You all right?

Uh, yeah.

I think.

I think it's just an ant.

How you doing there, Harri?

Smooth as silk?

You ought to get old Rhino to grade this road for you.

It's all right.

We're almost there.

You go, I'll...

I'll call you from town.

Alright, we're good to go.

-Rhino, we'll be in touch mate.

-Thanks, guys.

[Wayne] Pete, can you get another liter of fluid, mate?

-Ah, yeah, actually Eliza-- -Yeah, yeah, yeah.

[Pete] Ah, no.

Right there, drawer 4.

-[Eliza] Right.

There you are.

-Thank you.

[both exhales] So how long have you lived out here?

My whole life.

I... Oh, sorry.

[chuckles] Don't worry.

The morphine can do that.

Yeah, I didn't...

I should...

I, I... Harriette?

[Harriette] Um... Harriette, are you okay?

Wayne?

Expressive dysphasia.

Harriette, can you lift your arms for me?

Right sided hemiplegia.

Harri?

Harri, can you hear me?

Extradural?

Yeah, we need to tube her.

Yeah, 10 IV midaz.

200 mics of fentanyl and 1 amp of roc.

Mira, we're a Medivac.

[Mira] Yeah, copy that.

Are you going to intubate up here?

Do you think we have an extra 30 to get her to a hospital?

[Mira] Centre Flydoc 257.

[ATC] Flydoc 257, go ahead.

[Mira] Yeah, Centre, we need to upgrade our status to Medivac.

[ATC] Flydoc 257, no reported IFR traffic.

Mira, patch us through to ACC.

-[Mira] Dialing now.

- [computer beeps] ACC Mike Quebec Delta.

We're now Medivac.

Connecting you to the doc.

[Mira] Wayne, I've got ACC on the line.

All right Eliza, can you update?

-Uh.

-[ACC] ACC.

Yes?

-[ACC] Go ahead.

We have a, a patient, female, 50s, unconscious, expressive dysphasia, hemiplegia, suspected extradural hematoma.

We're intubating enroute.

And we need lights and sirens on arrival.

-And lights and sirens on arrival.

-Okay, can you plug that?

-[ACC] Doctor, you there?

-[Eliza] Ah yes, yes.

[ACC] Wait's 25 for an ambulance.

They're all on call.

They're saying that all ambulances are out on calls and 25 away at least.

Pulse is dropping.

She's blown a pupil, she's coning.

We need to get her pressure down.

-Hyperventilate?

-Yeah, head up at 30 degrees.

Right, let's up the respiratory rate.

-Okay, 18?

-[Wayne] No, 20.

-[Pete] 20.

-How far is the nearest neurosurgeon?

About 600ks away.

You want to do a burr hole?

No, but I think we might have to, to relieve the pressure on her brain.

VJC, this is Pete.

We have a code blue.

Patient's coning.

We need a neurosurgeon on the phone, and gear prepped for a procedure in hangar.

A burr hole, I believe.

-[VJC] Okay, copy that.

-What else do we need?

I need the closest thing to a surgical drill you can get.

See what they've got down in engineering.

Yep.

Have you ever done one before?

Not in an aircraft hangar.

[man] Pulse is 60.

Blood pressure is 160 to 104.

-[Leonie] Dr. Prashan, are you there?

-[Dr. Prashan] Can you hear me?

[drill whirring] Eliza, this is Dr. Prashan.

-So what you think?

-Yeah, from the sounds of it, you have to give it a go, but a burr hole won't release the pressure.

The blood's too thick.

Um, you need a bigger hole.

Matty, cutting tool.

-[Darren] I'll get one.

-Go.

[Dr. Prashan] You need to make a cut from the top of the left ear, straight up, except do not cut over the midline, whatever you do.

You could hit the superior sagittal sinus.

And what if I do?

Then she'll bleed to death.

But if you do nothing, sh e has no chance of survival.

I suggest take a breath, try your best.

Okay, stopping before the midline.

[Darren] I need a rotary tool.

Ah, it's on the tool box buddy.

Okay, we're through.

[Dr. Prashan] Great, no w get a periosteal elevator.

Or?

Anything flat to elevate th e pericranium from the skull.

And then part the skin with a self-retainer exposing the skull, as big an area as possible.

-We don't have a self-retainer.

-Artery forceps.

Good idea.

[Matty] Pulse 48, blood pressure 160 on 107.

-Pulse 42, it's dropping.

-[Eliza] Okay.

The skin is retracted.

I can see bone.

-[Darren] Here.

-Good mate.

Thanks.

Matty.

So how big a hole are we talking?

Three centimeters?

Go for five, bigger the better.

-Matty, get that diamond disc going mate.

-[Matty] Yeah.

[Pete] And sterilize it.

[Dr. Prashan] Rev hard, press gently.

Beneath should be blood, not dura.

[drill whirring] [Matty] Pulse down to 40.

[whirring] [Matty] Pulse 30, blood pressure 183 on 122.

She's hypertensive.

BP's rising.

Pulse is at 26 and dropping.

[Eliza] Yeah.

[Matty] Pulse 22.

Okay, we're through.

[Dr. Prashan] Good work.

Now use whatever you had to lift the bone off, and have washing and suction ready.

[Pete] Washing and suction ready.

Okay, a kidney dish.

Get out as much as you can, however you can, suction, washing, picking, whatever.

[Matty] Pulse is steadying.

BP improving, 178 over 118.

It's coming out.

As the darker stuff is removed, look for any fresh blood and cauterize the source.

Okay, there.

Bipolar forceps.

[sighs] I can't see where it's coming from.

More wash. Top right.

BP's dropping.

Pulse is back to 72.

It's looking good.

-The brain's re-expanding.

-[Dr. Prashan] Great work.

Now if it keeps washing clear, all you need to do is staple it closed, keep the patient's head up at 30 degrees and get her to hospital.

-That's it?

-That's it.

-Well done.

-Thank you, Doctor.

Okay, uh, let's set up a small soft drain for any secondary bleeds, and Pete, can you give 1 gram of Ceftriaxone in an IV please.

Done.

[sighs] [all laughing and cheering] [all] Yeah!

You still want that bet?

Odds may have shortened.

-I think you might have earned this.

-Thank you.

At least she's genuinely impressive.

Uh, so is, so is that lady gonna survive?

Not only that, when she wakes up, she'll be back to normal.

Give that drill back to engineering.

Don't worry about him.

And nice work by the way.

Okay, let's get cleaning.

[exhales] Hey Pete, can I ask you a favor?

You want me to hook you up with some ketamine?

[scoffs] Will you give your brother a call and get him to come out to Eliza's drinks tonight?

[scoffs] Ketamine might be easier.

What, easier than getting him out or easier than talking to him?

What?

We talk.

Oh do you?

-Has he said something?

-No, of course he hasn't.

I've been married to him for 20 years, he doesn't have to.

[indistinct chatter] When was the last time you came out to see him?

It's not that long.

We've got a meeting with the bank tomorrow.

If you could just give him one night out where he doesn't have to stress about damn levels?

Yeah, fine, I'll, I'll, I'll call him.

-Please.

-Yeah, I will.

-Thank you.

-That's all right.

[indistinct chatter and laughter] Hello?

Hello?

Hello, where are... Hello.

Hey, Mum.

So how was it?

How was your first day?

The air was cold but the kids were surprisingly warm.

How was... Bloody hell, should I ask?

[laughs] I was brilliant.

I actually did the equivalent of scoring a hat trick on debut.

They're throwing drinks for us at the pub.

-Do you want to come?

-Uh... Oh come on.

Drag queens, ginger beer, hot chips.

-What's not to love?

-Sounds good, but I kind of promised Tommy I'd do a mission.

London Tommy?

Sorry, he's getting up especially for it.

But you go.

Have fun.

[woman] Spinning round, I hope you're all feeling lucky.

We have 32.

[music playing] [Eliza] Oh.

That is so... That wasn't me.

That's Rhiannon.

[indistinct chatter and music continues] -To our new SMO.

-[all] Yeah.

[all] Cheers.

So who was before me?

[all] Dr. Clemmens.

Yeah, she was amazing.

Here for 30 years.

-No pressure though.

-Clearly not.

She knew every station and Robbie in the entire section.

Robbie?

Mustering choppers, not blokes named Robbie.

-Oh.

-But there are plenty of those too.

You should do one of Rhiannon's tours.

I would love that.

20 bucks and I'll do it right here.

-Oh right, yeah.

No, no, no, all good.

-[Pete] You got a note?

20 bucks, that's it.

Yeah, it's the orange one.

The orange one, that's correct.

So, in 1917 a young stockman named Jimmy Darcy fell off his horse.

The local Postmaster was instructed how to perform surgery using a penknife by a doctor 3,000ks away in Perth via Morse code.

Makes doing a craniotomy via video link sound like child's play.

Only in this case, that doctor then had to make a two week trip via cattle boat, model T, horse and buggy just to get to Jimmy Darcy, and find out that the poor bugger had died the night before from an infection.

-Oh no.

-[man] Bingo [Woman] Bingo.

So, a young pilot med student named Clifford Peel came up with this idea of a flying retrieval service and he told this bloke, John Flynn, who went on to create what we now know as the RFDS, which services over 300,000 people like Jimmy Darcy every single year.

Take a bow Jimmy.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Cheers.

No, no, no, you earned that.

No, no, vodka soda, we'll call it even.

-[Leonie] Oh, hi Taylor.

-[Pete] Taylor, here she is.

All right Uncle Pete, it's our turn.

Come on.

We're up, we're up.

All right losers.

Do we have number 61?

Vodka soda and a glass of the red, thanks Rach.

So I don't want to intrude, but just to put it out there, I stumbled upon some articles about your husband.

Right...

So does everyone.

No, it's none of their business.

Nor mine.

I just wanna say, if you ever need a friendly ear, I've been there.

Thanks.

[Wayne] Oh, it's all come down.

-To shaky Pete -[Darren] To shaky Pete.

[Wayne] You are a beautiful man.

[Taylor] Oh, you suck!

-You suck.

-Job done.

I'm your partner.

Don't heckle me.

-Oh, it's fun so... -Is it?

If you did better... Hey, what did Nate say?

Ah.

Did you forget to call him?

I thought he didn't text 'cause he was driving in.

I'll talk to him tomorrow.

That's a bit late then.

Yeah, well I'm going to go get my bag.

Well you don't, you don't have to go.

No, he'll be up doing the books until 3AM.

We won't enjoy ourselves here.

Say goodnight to Eliza for me.

Shut up.

Sorry.

[crowd cheering] [Candy] Ladies and gents, please welcome to the stage Miss Dolly Hardon!

[crowd cheering] Thank you.

It is so great to see so many of you here tonight, especially of course our Flying Doctors who are in the house.

-Yes, yes.

-[all cheering] Did you know?

I am governed by the same forces of flight as they are.

Seriously.

No.

-Lift.

-[rimshot] [crowd laughs] -Thrust.

-[rimshot] Dr. Yates knows all about that.

-Drag... -[rimshot] -and of course weight.

-[rimshot] Shut your mouth, Matty.

But I'd love to welcome tonight our very newest flying doc.

If you need anything, any advice, any help, come to me because I have dirt on everybody here.

[crowd laughs] Ladies and femmes, please give a huge Silver City welcome to our newest aerosexual, Doctor Eliza Harrod.

[crowd cheering] Go on, up you go.

Oh, no, no, no, I ... ♪ Where have all the good men gone ♪ ♪ And where are all the gods ♪ ♪ Where's the streetwise Hercules ♪ ♪ To fight the rising odds ♪ ♪ Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed ♪ ♪ Late at night I toss and I turn ♪ ♪ And I dream of what I need ♪ ♪ I need a hero ♪ So, you've got some half decent moves about you.

[laughing] I mean, seriously, not every day is going to be as boring as this one, but you get the general idea.

So... why here?

Why not?

What's the deal with the Southern Cross anyway?

Does it actually point south?

[sighs] [giggling] -Sorry.

-[exclaims] They're clean.

-I really don't care.

-Good.

Hey.

So...

So... See you at work.

Yeah, see you at work.

Oh, come on, Julie, where are you?

I have just slept with someone, the first man not named Edward in years.

And there was drag queens and brain surgery and... Oh, wow.

Anyway.

Who am I?

I don't know.

Call me back.

I miss you.

[door closes] -[crashes] -[car honks] [sighs] [beeping] [Henry] Mum, we need milk.

ATC are saying 20% chance of rain.

But... -[Pete] Nah.

-Nah.

Can you believe it's that time of year again, already?

Grey nomad season, always rolls around so soon.

Grey nomads?

Retirees in caravans.

They sound like wise oracles spreading wisdom throughout the land.

More like baby boomers in shorts spreading superannuation.

Oh, easy there on the baby boomers, sunshine.

[chuckles] So, are you looking forward to your first roadstrip landing?

Graham loves them, don't ya, Gra?

The power trip of shutting down a highway.

Like any good boomer would.

I'm not going to lie.

It's a big part of the reason why I took the gig.

I thought it was to meet the locals.

Well yeah, but then I met them.

[SES] RFDS, this is SES.

Okay guys, Graham here.

Confirming strip is clear?

[SES] Yeah, mate.

Except the one they hit, Roo run is all clear.

[man] He's over here.

[Pete] Hi, are you right?

You got her?

-You're a masochist.

-No, this is productive.

I'm just checking how many diplomas I missed out by.

It looks pretty destructive to me, but sure.

Hey, you weren't here the night I found out I didn't get it, okay.

I swam for three hours, I ate a whole marinara pizza and then I hate applied to every hospital in the eastern states.

Marinara.

That is destructive.

See?

-What have you found now?

-Nothing.

[cell phone ringing] Royal Flying Doctor Service.

Dr. Wayne Yates speaking.

Okay, how many people?

Wait, what was that name?

We need two units of FFP and four of blood.

Where are they?

Pete and Eliza are at Ellery's there and the MVA is there.

Okay, so cops just said that the airstrip hasn't been graded in a while but they're gonna drag it for us.

-Is it safe to land?

-Yep.

Pretend you don't know who it is.

Is it safe to land?

We're good.

Are you going to call Eliza and Pete?

If their patient's stable, sounds like you could do with the help.

And news will spread quick.

I'll get a sit rep. Let's be ready to go as soon as we can.

That's 50 of Fent.

How are you feeling now, Allen?

[groans] Sore.

Come on, mate, you should see that Roo.

There might be some broken bones and internal bleeding, so we're going to get you to a hospital for some proper scans, okay?

-Okay.

-All right, we'll load him up.

[cell phone ringing] [Eliza] Dr. Harrod speaking.

Hi, it's Wayne.

Is Pete with you?

Yeah, he's just loading the patient.

No, I mean can he hear you?

No, why?

Something's happened.

There's been a car accident.

It's Rhiannon and Pete's brother.

What?

Their daughter Taylor is fine, but Rhiannon and Nate are critical.

We're on our way now.

ETA 30, you guys are 20 away.

You can divert to it, but it'll double your current flight time.

So... What's the protocol?

You're on the ground there.

How's your patient?

Well he's uh, hypotensive, abdominal bleeding, but I don't know where from, so he's going to need a CT.

It's your call.

We need to keep going.

We're good.

Matty, prep the fentanyl and ondansetron.

Copy that.

...on the car.

-Can we approach?

-It's safe?

It's okay sweetheart, we're here, we're here.

-Nate, can you hear me?

-It's okay, Rhi.

-He's gone.

-Wayne.

[Rhiannon sobbing] It's okay.

Hey.

Hey, Rhi.

It's Wayne and Matty.

We've got you, okay.

We're here.

-You're okay.

-Taylor.

Yeah, it's okay.

We've got her.

She's... She's safe.

All right, we're gonna get you out of here, okay.

[monitor beeps] His BP's dropped a bit.

His um, his last saline was 30 ago, right?

Uh, yeah, let's give him the rest of that bag.

You all right?

Yeah, just a little airsick.

Air sick.

It's that last glass of red.

Let's increase his O2 to high-flow and draw up some TXA in case the bleeding gets worse.

High flow.

Yep, right.

[whistles] BP, pulse is shallow.

And rapid.

It's 142.

A liter of saline and a unit of blood.

[Matty] Um, can we get the esky out of the car please?

Trachea's to the right.

She's tensioning, left lung.

We need a large bore IV 14 gauge.

Yeah.

Mum?

Mum, what's happening?

You... You sure you're okay?

What's wrong?

-I need to tell you something.

-Yeah.

There's been a car accident.

I don't know everything, but it's your brother's family.

What?

I don't have all the details yet.

-Where?

-I'm not sure exactly.

It was 20 minutes from where we landed.

-Are we diverting?

-We're continuing to base, but Wayne should be on the ground by now.

Wait a second, was this the um, was the sat call you took on the ground?

I'm here Rhi.

You've got this, you've got this.

Stay with me.

Stay with me.

-[hissing] -[gasping] -There we go.

-[gasping] -Nate, is he... -Get the backboard, set up a chest drain and let's get her out of here.

Has he gone?

Has he gone?

Has he gone?

[sobbing] Graham!

Graham!

We've got the fuel to get there?

We do, but-- So, call it in.

Allen needs to get to a hospital as quickly as possible.

-He's stable.

-He's actively bleeding.

Pete, doc's made her call all right.

Let's secure the cabin and take him back.

Okay?

[exhales] [Graham] Okay, we're good.

-I can do handover.

-No, I'll do it.

[Pete] This is Allen Ogilvey, 74 years.

Car and caravan vs Roo at 110 kilometers an hour.

Seatbelt and car intact.

Uh, we've given him 50 of fent, four of ondansetron, one gram of TXA.

Oxygen six liters per minute.

[muffled] Nil allergies.

Dr. King is expecting him at the hospital.

Got that?

-Pete.

-Are they all right?

Pete, come wait inside.

[Wayne] I'm sorry mate.

We did everything we could for her.

What about Nate?

Where's Nate?

He didn't make it.

He was roaded back in.

Take the tubes out of her, Wayne.

Take them out, they don't have to be in there.

You know we have to wait for the police.

[sniffles] [Taylor] Uncle Pete?

Hey, another hat trick?

Uh... Not quite.

[Henry] Oh, did you get the milk?

I'll be back.

-[Pete sighs] -[dog whimpering] [cell phone ringing] 4.60, please.

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