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SCOTT: How long's he been here?

Less than an hour. He must've wandered in after early mass.

Relax, friend. They've come to help you.

What's his name?

No idea. I've seen him around but not to talk to.

Sir, I'm Scott. This is Cate. We're from the Ambulance Service.

Can you tell me your name?

(mutters incoherently)

He's febrile.

I'd say his problems probably stem from these.

THEME MUSIC

Damn!

CAR ALARM BEEPS

I'm sorry, Oscar. This is stupid.

I'll pay for the damage, of course.

OSCAR: You think this is a bad omen?

Um, I don't know.

Hard to tell sometimes what's good and what's bad.

May be no problem. We'll see.

Not your fault. All predestined.

So, Vincent, you been reading up on this stereotactic guidance

before Callum's procedure today?

Yeah, I have, as a matter of fact. Quite a step forward in neurosurgery.

Oh, giant leap. No such thing as an inoperable tumour anymore.

You want to observe? Yeah, I'd love to.

Good. I work well to an audience.

CATE: Watch out for the step. SCOTT: Yep. Steady.

You right? Yeah.

I'll ask around and see if anyone knows his name.

That'd help, thanks.

Scott...

Oh, great!

What's missing? Some sterile stock.

Oh, the defib!

Car 978. WOMAN: Go ahead, 978.

Our truck's been broken into.

Need advisement as to whether we should transport our patient

or wait on a second ambulance.

Cate.

Your handbag's gone.

It's just a pain. I've gotta cancel all my cards.

Just wish they'd left my sunnies.

Unidentified male. Found him collapsed in a church in Hanly Vale.

Priest who found him's working on getting a name.

Already got one. Hello, Moses. It's Von.

He's a regular here.

He's rousable but he seems disorientated.

Febrile, BP's 100/50, heart rate's 110.

And he's dehydrated.

This is his first litre of Hartmanns.

What's up with him?

Penetrating wounds to both hands. Appear to be infected too.

How did you get those?

VON: I'll ring through for his records.

Moses, can you scoot over for me, please?

(mutters) There you go. That's it.

Ooh, ooh, ooh. Ooh.

Okay, Moses, you got a real name?

John Carpenter.

Carpenter? Great, okay.

We need to take some bloods. Are you on any medication at the moment?

Only what she told me to.

He had a script filled out about six weeks ago.

Have you been taking them every day? Like you said.

Very good. That's why we haven't seen you.

Religiously.

Moses, your hands seems pretty badly infected, but we can fix that.

Take a swab for culture and sensitivity.

And maybe some soap and water. Just make things a tad more sociable.

Since you couldn't find a locum, I'd rather you didn't go at all.

Just stay out of the way of temptation.

My dad is sick and I'm going to see him, okay?

What happened to our agreement? It stands.

I'd like to believe that.

I've got a couple of friends who are locums.

You could give them a call...

We can only pay the Medicare rebate.

You don't have to bulk bill.

They can't afford to pay. Frank.

Thanks for the thought.

Vincent. Callum's pre-op briefing - like you to be there.

Oh, yeah. Umm...

Oscar Wu, this is Grace Connelly. Grace is doing her internship.

Dr Connelly, good to meet you.

Can you contact this taxidriver,

send him to the Wu's to pick up his CDs?

He's got a key.

You give your house key to taxidrivers?

Only this one. He's a very lucky guy.

In exchange, you can also observe my surgery.

Thank you.

And page my registrar, Sylvia Hardwick. Find out why she's late.

Let me know. It, ah, could be significant.

See you up there, Vincent.

For sure.

He has a lucky cabbie?

Oh, yeah. Oscar Wu is a unique doctor.

There is a medical term for it - 'crazy as a loon'.

Apparently, his surgical skills are unsurpassed.

There's no doubt he's talented with a knife.

Maybe not quite as good as he thinks he is.

After you've run the great man's errands,

mind telling him you work in Emergency...only?

Ooh! Sorry, sorry.

Okay? Mm-hm.

How did you get these wounds, John?

Oh. Uh, they call me Moses.

Oh, okay. So who's John Carpenter?

Used to be me. I prefer to be called Moses now.

I'm not who I was.

Past sins...washed away.

Why do you say that?

You see, I had these when I woke up couple of days back.

I'm thinking...must be him.

Him?

Wounds of his son Jesus.

God's blessed me, Sister.

Hey! You're late.

Stuck in traffic. What's your excuse?

Long story about a woman in a bath. Very messy.

I'm sure.

Get your mind out of the gutter.

It was the 87-year-old lady next door.

Her hip prosthesis popped out AGAIN

and her 90-year-old husband couldn't get her out of the bath.

Aren't you a nice neighbour.? If only you knew...

Look at you two arriving late, and together.

We didn't arrive together. Hmm. If you say so.

They're onto us, babe. No need to be coy.

(laughs) He's teasing.

We believe you.

Ooh, dear. What have we here?

(giggling)

Hello. What's happened?

She fell out of the cab and we think she might've broken her foot.

It can't be broken, I'm getting married.

Have you got a Medicare card?

ALL: Oh! (laugh)

Mr and Mrs Chifley, Callum, hi.

So, big day's finally arrived at last, eh?

You all ready for it?

We're all a bit nervous, aren't we, love?

Yeah.

Nerves are normal before a big operation.

Lucky for you, you've got the universe and me on your side.

I know what I'm doing.

So, Callum, you got any questions?

I just want to get it over with and go home.

You said, if you get the whole tumour, he won't need any chemo.

Exactly. So that's what I'm going to do.

This must be a rather difficult operation for you.

It's more like a big challenge. Nothing I love more.

So, I'll polish my instruments and get everything ready.

I'll see you down there, Callum.

God bless you, Doctor.

Polish his instruments?

I hope he remembers to sterilise the bloody things.

Dad, relax. I'm not going to die or anything.

Oscar Wu is a great neurosurgeon.

You have every reason to be confident.

Can you move your ankle?

(groans)

Tell me it's not broken.

When's the wedding? Weekend after next.

Come on, Fi. You said you wanted to be different.

How many people get married on crutches anyway?

Dan, get me an X-ray form, please? Sure.

That's why I always do my drinking lying down.

(all laugh) Good point.

Who's that?

He's just one of the other nurses.

He's cute.

(woman screams)

Abdo tenderness.

Bruising to right side of head, possible concussion.

Conscious but incoherent.

GCS 13, BP 90, she's on her second bag of Hartmanns.

Took a while to transport her. Had to use the jaws to get her out.

Okay. Any analgesic? Five of morphine on approach.

Right. Ready? Moving her.

Now. (screams)

Dr Campion, we could use a hand in here.

FRANK: That's Sylvia Hardwick.

Dr Hardwick? Yeah.

I've been trying to page her. She's supposed to assist Dr Wu.

Better let him know. I'll do it.

Say your name? Can you tell me your name?

(screams)

Rebound tenderness. There's a lot of bruising too.

The trouble is with this 5% margin, it makes it more difficult

to tell where the tumour ends and the brain begins.

So, in getting all of the tumour, you might be taking brain tissue?

I never mistake brain tissue for tumour, Vincent.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Sorry to interrupt, Doctor. Some bad news on Dr Hardwick.

What?

Just been admitted to Emergency. Involved in an MVA on her way here.

How bad?

Not sure. Maybe abdominal trauma. She's still being assessed.

(sighs)

Today is not auspicious for this operation.

Still, no choice.

Vincent, you'll have to scrub in now. I'll meet you there in 10 minutes.

Hang on a minute.

Maybe you should get someone with more neurosurgical experience.

That thing with the car was a good omen.

The universe wanted me to notice you.

Everything for a reason.

I know. It's got me a bit worried too.

There's a collection of blood there.

She's bleeding internally, probably from the liver.

There's no free air in the abdo so her bowel's intact.

Theatre's ready.

Okay, let's get her transferred.

Her sats are still on 95.

The fact she's receiving oxygen,

do you think that could indicate a pneumothorax?

No. The fractured ribs are preventing good lung expansion.

I know that's a possibility, but I'm just saying...

Not buts, Dr Connelly.

If we don't get her to theatre soon, she'll bleed out.

Chest X-ray. About bloody time.

One...two fractured ribs, lungs fully inflated - I rest my case.

Let's go, folks.

Dr Campion, wait.

I know it's tiny, but...right apex.

Pneumothorax.

We'll have to insert an intercostal catheter before she goes to Theatre.

I stand corrected. Bloody good call, Dr Connelly.

Instinct, I guess.

Bloody good instinct for an intern. You just saved a life.

Come on, you two. We haven't got all day.

I think you need surgery on your hands

to get rid of the dead tissue before septicaemia sets in.

I'll need to get a surgical doctor to check it out.

Sister Sullivan tells me you think God made you do this.

Didn't 'make' me. Gave them to me. I woke up and they were there.

Moses, that's not logical. There's no such thing as stigmata.

There's no reason

I should be less deserving than the next bloke, is there, of God's love?

I didn't say less deserving, just wrong.

They didn't disbelieve St Francis of Assisi.

He was the first and there have been hundreds more since.

The proof is in front of you.

Sister Sullivan, can you help me out here?

Yeah, Doctor.

Would you like me to organise a Hand Registrar for a surgical consult?

SOOTHING TRADITIONAL ASIAN MUSIC PLAYS

OSCAR: Scalpel.

Okay. It starts like any other operation.

Peel back the scalp to expose the skull.

DRILL BUZZES

Cut through the outer membrane, exposing the cortex.

How do you know where to make your cortical incision?

The ideal place to enter the tumour is where the cortex is thinnest.

Now, to locate the tumour...

This probe helps to identify the location of the tumour

within a millimetre of accuracy.

Ah, there it is.

Now, to remove it.

(girls chatter and laugh)

Kerry Jacobs, like to come through, please?

Know what you'll have to wear?

Gaffer tape you to a skateboard, inch your dress up,

and nobody's going to know the difference.

That's disgusting. (all laugh) That is disgusting...

(clears throat)

Um, Fiona has an excuse, but if you two have been sampling the gas,

I'm going to have to report you.

Is that a very cute way of saying we're being too noisy?

It's my very cute way of saying

if you don't tone it down I'll have to ask you to leave.

Ooh!

We'll be good. We'll be really good.

You know, you have a really great smile.

(all laugh)

Only been here a week, but Dan gets lots of calls from girls

and it's never the same girl twice.

(wolf whistle)

(kittenish growl)

(all laugh)

Hey.

We have two sets of admissions for Moses -

recent ones and ones dating back to the '70s.

Drug-related admissions -

thinking he could fly after taking LSD, that kind of thing.

That will explain this psychosis. I'll organise a psych consult.

He should be scheduled.

Why?

I don't know...maybe because he stabbed himself through both hands

and calls it an act of God?

There's no evidence of self-mutilation.

He seems lucid. Maybe they WERE there when he woke.

Yeah, and maybe they're stigmata.

I didn't say that. Then what are you saying?

Maybe there is some kind of psychosomatic mechanism.

Or maybe it's an autoerythrocyte sensitisation freak show

where his own blood's attacking him.

Don't close your mind, Jack.

There is medical evidence and there are documented cases. Look them up.

OSCAR: Whoah, it's a big one.

Okay, first,

dissect it free from the surrounding brain tissue.

And then I'll remove it piece by piece.

This is what I've been talking about.

It's really hard to tell where the tumour ends and the brain begins.

It's almost impossible. Where do you draw the line?

Like I said - touch, smell, feel.

Instinct. Even taste.

Come on, Vincent. You're too easy.

So I guess this is the moment where you err on the side of caution, eh?

No. Definitely not.

But surely it's better to risk leaving a minute portion of tumour

than to take any of the brain?

We can't afford to leave any of the tumour behind.

But you risk causing irreversible neurological deficits.

Well, no-one said this was without risk, Vincent.

SCOTT: We shouldn't be doing this.

We're off-duty. Nothing in the rules says we can't.

There probably is. How'd you talk me into it? It's a police matter.

The police aren't looking for my handbag.

Cate, they're just sunglasses.

$300 worth down the drain. Can't believe I spent that.

Fine. You look for them. I'm going home to sleep.

Scott, come on. You said you'd help me.

MAN: Did you find your equipment?

No. Not yet.

Have you any idea where we should start looking?

It was probably, you know, kids or druggies that broke into the truck.

So, where do kids hang out around here?

Well, there's the squat.

CATE: People actually live here?

SCOTT: It's pretty sad.

This is a bit freaky.

Bizarre. He's a religious fruitcake.

Hey!

It's her.

These belong to Moses.

God, it stinks in here.

Reminds me of your place. Shut up.

Cate!

Is she alright?

Is she alive?

You got a pulse? No.

Oh. There's our supply of Naloxene.

Are they burn marks? Mm-hmm.

Do you have a direct number for an ambulance?

Just call triple-0.

Make a call to your boss, as well.

Someone's definitely used our defib on her.

Yeah, hi. I need an ambulance, please.

Folks, could I get you to stand back, please?

We've got a very sick girl here. Just let these guys do their job.

Hey. Hey.

Hey, can I ask you something?

Scott.

Where you going? Scott!

SIREN WAILS

Stop. I'm not with the police. I'm with the Ambos.

I just want to talk.

Do you know that girl?

Yeah.

She going to be alright? No, I don't think she is.

Do you know what her name was?

Janey. Janey what?

Do you know what happened to her?

She was using. She OD'd.

I'm really sorry about Janey, but someone used a machine on her.

It's a defibrillator. Do you know where it is?

It was stolen out of the back of our ambulance this morning.

It's a really dangerous machine.

It wasn't me. Any idea who it could've been?

We need to get it back before it hurts someone else.

I don't know. I just wanted to see what was happening to Janey.

You just going to let him go?

It's either that, or get slapped with an assault charge.

We're not cops, Cate.

Can I help you?

I want to ask you something.

Can you give this to Dan for me? It's just in case he's available.

Sure. Ah, you're a doll.

Unknown female, found unconscious. No pulse or respirations.

CPR commenced, intubated at scene. It was a load and go.

Adrenaline given? Twice. Remains asystole. No output.

Cool to touch. What's the downtime? No idea. Incident wasn't witnessed.

What's this? Burn marks.

Looks like someone tried to revive her with the missing defib.

You are kidding me? Nuh.

Sister, why are we doing this?

I'm giving you an antibiotic to help fight the infection.

Did Jesus' wounds heel?

Well, no they remained to show the non-believers.

God gave me these, to remind me of that sacrifice.

I think, if he wants them to heal, they will.

If I take this medicine, he might be offended.

I don't think God's that easily offended, Moses.

I can't risk that.

Take it out please.

Well, I can't.

Would you like me to get Dr Quade?

Tell him no more treatment.

It's not included in God's plan for me.

Let's stop CPR. See if there's an output.

CONTINUOUS BEEP

Asystole.

No output?

She's cold.

Pupils fixed and dilated.

Be a bad save even if we get her going again.

Okay, it's been over 30 minutes with no cardiac rhythm.

Any objection to calling it? Nope.

Time of death's down at 13:23.

CATE: Her name was Janey.

Is that it?

Do you reckon she was gone when her 'friends' tried to revive her?

It's hard to say.

Bloody good bet they'll try again if the need arises.

Is there much charge left in that defib?

Oh, um...

The redhead asked me to give you this.

I don't know the girl. Does that matter?

Yeah. What if she's some sort of psychopath, looking for...

Commitment?

Victim. I was going to say 'victim'. Commitment wouldn't be a problem.

I'm trying to steer clear from the meaningless sex.

Hey, Terri. Mm-hm?

I should give these to you.

I found it in a derelict building near the church.

It actually belongs to Moses, so I think he lived there.

Oh. Thank you. I'll give them to him. Thanks.

Terri, I just got the debridement scheduled for Moses.

Oh, he doesn't want that done.

What?

He thinks God will be offended if he interferes in the healing process.

I tried to talk him out of it...

Tell him you were a nun? Why would I do that?

Well, someone who believes in this phenomena,

thinks he should have surgery, might add weight to the argument.

When did I say I believed in that?

You said you didn't find his story strange.

What I said was that they may not have been self-inflicted,

that he might've woken up with them.

That's actually what I said.

Even if he was pissed as a parrot,

if someone did that to him, he would've woken up.

Why don't we stop arguing about how he got them

and concentrate on getting him to have the surgery?

Yes.

Callum? Can you hear me?

It's Dr Hughes.

Yeah, we're here. It's Mum and Dad.

Dr Vincent said it went well, son.

That's great. Fantastic.

Now, give my hand a bit of a squeeze.

Good boy. Fantastic.

What about your mum's hand. Can you squeeze that?

Come on, sleepy-head.

Okay. Alright. Squeeze both my hands.

What's going on? Is something wrong?

Okay, Callum, wiggle your toes for me, alright?

(whispers) Is he paralysed or something?

Well done, mate. You can go back to sleep now. Good boy.

You said it went well.

It did. It went very well.

Now look, there's no need to panic right now, Bob, okay?

It's early days.

He's got a lot of anaesthetic still in him, alright?

I'm going to check him again when he's fully awake.

It's alright.

Call Oscar Wu. Tell him it's urgent.

OSCAR: There's nothing to worry about at this stage.

The right side of his body is completely paralysed.

It's just from the heating up of the dura matter

during cauterization of the tumour.

We sailed very close to the wind on this procedure.

You're not concerned that we may have sailed a little too close

and we've taken away some healthy brain tissue?

Look. Tell the parents not to worry.

You may find it resolves within 12 hours.

Possible resolution isn't going to allay their fears.

There are no absolutes in this world, Vincent.

Except in my operating theatre. There, we come close.

Look. Expect the best. Always the best.

Fear is a dangerous thing.

This'll help you really enjoy the honeymoon.

(laughs)

(mouths) Call me.

Hi. Hey.

Uh, Robert Hunt. Psych consult. I'm here to see a John Carpenter.

Yeah. Bed five. This way.

It was unbelievable. It was like he was talking about a round of golf.

Doctors take their golf pretty seriously, don't they?

Last time I recommend him to a patient.

Why? Because he doesn't act the way a neurosurgeon should act?

No. You weren't there. He breaks all the rules.

That's what genius does. Breaks rules.

Talking about yourself, Dr Connelly?

You hear?

Ignored my opinion, went back for a second look,

and came up with a lifesaving call.

Did she tell you?

No.

It was nothing, really.

Oh, modest as well as talented.

See me in my office when you've got a minute, Vincent.

There could be some borderline personality disorder.

Well, can we sex that up to get him scheduled?

What about his previous history?

He's a known schizophrenic who's currently taking his medication.

He's as sane as me at the moment. Come on, help me out a little.

I can't schedule him without good cause.

He needs treatment.

I can see your problem. But you can't treat him without his consent.

I'm sorry.

He's right. No, he's not!

Refusing treatment is insane.

That should be reason enough to get him scheduled.

Moses. Let's talk facts, okay?

The wounds on your hands, if left untreated, will get ugly fast.

The bacteria will spread right through your bloodstream.

Your organs will begin to fail.

Your heart, lungs, liver...

Verily. The human body is an extraordinary thing.

It is a painful death. I don't want that to happen to you.

So you're going to have to let me help you.

With respect, Dr Quade, you're merely a physician.

I've put myself in the hands

of the great metaphysician himself.

Can I help you?

Yes. Could you get in touch with Scott the Ambo?

Let him know I dropped this off. That's the missing defibrillator!

Just tell him my contacts were better than I thought.

Hey. Still here?

Yeah. We're just taking Fiona home now.

But I wanted to come and say thanks. I got a text from Dan.

It made me blush, actually. He's a very naughty boy.

Everyone expects me to be the resident expert

on anything to do with religion.

(laughs) They probably just remember your background.

It was YEARS ago. I mean, Jack didn't even know me then.

Oh, he's probably engaging you in spirited discussion.

He's pushing my buttons to get a reaction. That's what he's doing.

Well, it's working. (laughs)

Ah, it's so childish.

Don't know if I wanna be involved with someone who plays those games.

Ah, the only person I know

who could get you this riled up was, uh...

Not everything in my life has to relate back to Mitch either.

Why do you think I'm seeing Jack? I'm trying something new.

Trying to move on with my life,

and how can I if my friends keep dragging me back there?

Right.

You know, um, Frank thinks you could've only made that diagnosis

if you had a lot more experience than you're actually letting on.

Oh. Just 'cause he missed it. Probably didn't help.

It's alright. I covered for you.

Hold on a second. You lied for me?

No. I just... didn't tell him the truth.

(laughs) Thank you.

Listen, Grace. Don't go and locum for your father this weekend.

I have to. Come on. For me. Just...stay.

Look. I've got two recently diagnosed diabetics.

And a farmer who's recovering from a pretty large MI.

Somebody's got to look after those patients. So, I'm sorry, but no.

Not even for you.

Hey! Glad we caught you. We just came to say thanks.

All in a day's work.

How did you find it?

I tracked the boy down. Pauly's his name.

He heard it had been dumped. Led me to it.

Have you spoken to the police yet? Oh, there's nothing to tell.

Pauly wasn't involved.

If he knows who was, he's not saying.

A girl died.

Of an overdose?

Yes, but if the autopsy comes back

that the defib was used on her before she died

then that's manslaughter.

All the more reason for not wanting an innocent kid to wear the blame,

don't you think?

Look, with all due respect, Father,

I don't really think that's your decision to make.

If I do get wind of who did it, I'll be letting the police know.

Yeah, well, expect a visit from the cops,

because I'll be giving them a call.

(softly) Who the hell does he think he is? God?

Hey. If it's any help, these were my favourites.

How much did they cost?

Do you always ask how much something is when someone gives it to you?

Ten bucks from the servo, I bet. Yeah. Bargain, eh?

(laughs) They look good? We should've been cops.

(laughs) Ooh. Cheeky bugger.

Moses, I've been doing a little bit of reading on stigmata.

Ah. So, now you're a believer.

Well, I believe the medical reports I've read -

people presenting to hospitals with unexplained wounds on their hands.

And the religious articles are pretty clear.

(reads) "Stigmata wounds never smell, never get infected

"and do not respond to any form of medical treatment."

There's, ah, more if you'd like to read it.

Moses, maybe God sent you to me for a reason -

to get your wounds treated.

He sent me to his house of worship. Men brought me here.

Moses, just be reasonable.

I am. Your psychiatrist said so.

Prayer is my treatment now, brother.

He might change his mind.

Yeah, well, hopefully before septicaemia sets in.

Terri, listen.

Today I said, you know, look, I shouldn't make assumptions.

No, you shouldn't, but...

Let me make it up to you? Take you out to dinner tonight?

I just think I might have a quiet one, you know?

Yeah. Okay.

Hey, Moses. Is this yours? Yeah?

Look what I found inside.

A picture of you when you were a little boy?

Yes.

Gifted child.

Everyone expected great things of young...John.

Puts a lot of pressure on a child, that kind of expectation.

You spend your whole life thinking you'll be someone.

But it's too hard.

You live in a... in a derelict building

with other homeless people, don't you?

With kids?

Do you get on with them?

I stick to myself. They don't believe.

Do they ever torment you?

Why don't you tell me what happened

on the night that those wounds appeared on your hands.

The usual. Drinking, passed out.

Were the kids there?

It must have been very painful.

I woke up. Must've healed a bit with the pain.

You don't think the kids did this, do you?

I don't know. What do you think?

The thought crossed my mind.

You don't want to think you're that worthless, you know?

Here you go. I'll leave this here for you. Okay?

Oh. Thanks.

Need me to do anything before I go?

No. Oh, Dan.

Enjoy your date with Holly.

She told you?

I wasn't going to. It's just that I've got this thing for redheads.

One more meaningless one. Then I'll be ready! I swear!

Maybe you should dye your hair.

SIRENS WAIL

Oh, that's good. They told me you were still here.

I was just about to page you.

You wanna tell him, or will I?

The feeling's come back. Dr Wu says I'm okay.

That's the best! Have you told his parents?

Yes, I've called them. They're coming in.

Bringing in a burger with the lot, eh?

For breakfast?

Sure. It'll help with the healing.

Pretty cool, eh? (laughs) Yeah.

We'll see you later, Callum.

You're not even a little bit relieved?

No. I knew.

How could you be so certain?

Smell...sight...touch...

..instinct.

Taste? (laughs)

And some knowledge helps too.

Well, I bow to it, Oscar.

And I had some help.

CAR ALARM BEEPS

(breathlessly) Thought I might've missed you!

GRACE: What are you doing here?

Callum's moving all his limbs to command. Nearly full strength.

Oh, Vincent. That's great news. Yeah. Yeah.

You came all the way out here to tell me that?

I'm coming with you. What?

Come on. Somebody's got to check out those patients.

Toothbrush, change of clothes, snakebite kit.

Taking a risk, aren't you?

You need a provider number for general practice.

(scoffs) Got one of those.

I like to be prepared for all contingencies.

I've had a word with Alison, and got some time off.

So, all above board? Yes.

Good. A carefully considered decision.

What, throwing your lot in with me? How safe do you reckon that is?

Well, maybe some risks are worth taking.

Where's our pilot?

You're looking at her.

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