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[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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