(engine noise) (Pete) I think we need to readjust the tube.

(Chaya) I thought the locum said not to touch it.

He's hypoxic.

Do we have a choice?

We need to do a crike.

(Wayne) The cognitive test did reveal some issues with his speech.

(Pete) From the cut?

(Wayne) Yeah, but they've attempted to repair it.

We'll know more in the coming weeks.

(Leonie) Eliza and I got a call from Clinical Governance yesterday about the incident review into White Cliffs.

They've asked for Eliza to run it.

(Eliza) You do know that this is about an incident, not about a single clinician?

How much you drinking lately?

Zero.

I've given up.

For real?

Take my pills and insulin.

Wayne's not available.

Try Eliza and Graham?

Beautiful Eliza?

Hey?

Yeah.

You two shacked up yet or what?

(Pete) Oh, well, I should have told you.

It's a one-time thing.

Is this why her running the review has been such a problem?

It isn't.

(Matty) There's a good heartbeat, and I reckon you're nearly twelve weeks.

(Mira) It might be time to tell Graham.

(Graham) That's bloody fantastic!

(steady music) ♪ (stirring music) ♪ (heavy breathing) ♪ (phone notification sound) ♪ (Timmy) Hey, brah, it's Timmy.

Hey, I just got your message.

I'm out bush with the boys.

The reception's shit.

All right, a head's up.

I left my prayer boots in the washing machine again.

Oh, can you take 'em out before Mira sees 'em and goes ballistic?

Oh, and, uh, if you could chuck a couple of dollars in my account for being such a good brother, I'd really appreciate that, bro, hey?

(phone beeps) ♪ (Wayne exhales) ♪ ♪ -Oooh!

-What's this?

(Darren) Oh, ah, chili scrambled eggs, but, oi, get!

(Darren sighs) -Oh, my God!

-I know, right?

He's the master chef of Dubbo!

Who are you and what have you done to my son?

(Darren) I took a couple weekend cooking classes.

It's not a big deal.

-Hey, Daz?

-Mm-hmm?

Could you call my phone, please?

(Darren) Yup.

Hang on.

(Mira) Wayne!

(Wayne) Sorry, Timmy's boots.

He forgets he's living with women.

Wait, can you call it again, I can't hear it.

(Mira) Hang on, what does being a woman have to do with not putting muddy boots in a washing machine?

They're prayer boots, so... (Mira) What are prayer boots?

(Wayne) Boots you pray in.

(Darren) Okay, uh, are we all ready, or... Hey, uh, Darren, could you put mine in a take-away container, please?

(Darren) I thought, I thought we were gonna have this here today.

(Taylor) Oh, well, now I'm beyond late.

Oh, my God!

This phone!

And what about the ciggies in the laundry tin?

He does smoke outside, Miz.

(Mira) Okay, but when the baby comes, that one's got to stop smoking 'cause it's disgusting.

Can we all just stop, please?

Sorry, I just-- I did all of this because, uh, I wanted to have a nice family brekkie, because I've got some news, and...sorry, I wasn't sure who to tell first, so I thought I'd tell you all at once, but, um, I'm, uh, decided I'm gonna move to Dubbo.

Like, full-time.

(phone rings) (Taylor) What's that?

Oh, yes!

Yes!

I'm so sorry, but I have to go, all right?

I'll, um, I'll talk to you later.

-Yeah.

-Hello?

Yeah, I'm, uh, fine, you?

(Eliza) Any critical incident review looks systematically across all processes.

Rostering, fatigue, policies.

Procedures and equipment, safety mechanisms, environment, patient practice, and knowledge and skills.

(Pete) The SAT phone reception was patchy, the roster was in chaos, the environment was mud and dirt, the SMO was exhausted, and the patients were drunk, so, yeah, I guess that leaves knowledge and skills.

This isn't a witch hunt.

I just, I really want you to know that.

Um, are you ready to start?

Yeah, fire away.

(Eliza) So you were short a doctor, because the back-up hadn't been confirmed.

(Leonie) That's right.

I'd had some personal news, which caught me off guard and as a result I, uh, well, I dropped the ball.

(Eliza) When did you first notice something was wrong?

(Pete) On the plane, so the patient de-saturated below 90, but Fio2 was 100 and circuit, tidal volume, peak pressures, everything was fine.

(Leonie) I was the back-up.

I assumed the message to Wayne had sent.

Regrettably, it hadn't.

(Pete) So I checked breath sounds and saw that the tube was 28 centimeters at the teeth, so I listened to the chest and realized that the tube was only in the right lung, and that's when I decided that we had to adjust.

But the locum said not to touch the tube.

He also said that the tube was at 26 centimeters.

It's really hot in here, isn't it?

The air con must be off.

(Matty) And then turbulence hit.

And it just kinda, uh, came out.

(Eliza) You tried with direct laryngoscopy and blind bougie?

But the airway was a mess, we couldn't see anything, so both attempts ended up esophageal.

-What happened then?

-Oh, well, then we two-person bagged and masked.

That was no good.

(Chaya) We went blind bougie and then LMA.

Did you try a Guedel?

(pulsing music) No.

(Eliza) And that's when you hit the vortex?

(Pete) Yeah, well, we decided that I--I decided he needed a surgical airway, yeah.

(Eliza) And what technique did you use?

Finger scalpel.

(Eliza) And when was the last time you had a simulation with that?

I don't know.

Maybe two mon--three months?

♪ Did you consider the scalpel bougie technique with the turbulence, given the risk of losing the hole or slicing your finger?

Why, is that what you would have done?

-It's not about what I-- -Do you think it would have made a difference to his voice?

It's not about blaming, it's about trying to figure out how we can all do better for the future.

♪ Oh, morning, Daddy!

(Wayne) Uh, two things.

Never call me that again, and that would be my desk.

-What's that face?

-What face?

(Matty) You know an, um, worried but still in control, kind of, not in control look you've got on.

It's nothing.

-You sleep here?

-Me, yeah, uh, I, yeah, had the late shift last night, and then the review thing was really early this morning.

It's crazy.

What's with the suitcase?

(Matty) Oh, that suitcase?

Ferret and I kind of had, um, a big fight last night.

I said some mean things.

He said some things.

Wasn't good.

Uh, sorry, Matty.

You okay?

Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

Just...but also kind of not.

Pretty sure it's done.

(Wayne) I mean, are you, though?

Sometimes a bit of space can help.

(Matty) Mmm, if I'm honest, it's been coming for a while.

(somber music) It's just hard.

Okay, well, just, you let me know if there's anything I can do, okay?

♪ 33-year-old male, ex-Army, just did a stint in Papua, New Guinea, asthma as a child but no known lung conditions.

His GP suspects we're dealing with a multi-drug-resistant tuberculosis, so it's airborne PPE for all of us.

Pete?

Yeah, yeah, no, I heard you.

Ex-army, childhood asthma, drug-resistant TB and PPE.

Well, I'm in a conundrum.

I either drink a whole lot of water now and avoid the debilitating dehydration of full PPE on a hot plane, but then I'll be needing to pee all day in a suit I can't remove on a plane with no toilet.

That's a conundrum.

Uh, gloves?

(Eliza) Thanks, so what's your strategy?

Either pack an incontinence pad or go easy on the sports drinks.

Goals?

Hey, um, are we all right?

Yes, of course.

(Graham) Full PPE in 40 degrees.

Love a sauna.

So do you want, uh, broad spectrum antis anyway, or...?

(Eliza) Yeah, worth a shot.

(grunt, clattering) (Leonie) What is this doing here?

(Graham) You all right?

(Leonie) I'm fine, I'm fine.

Why is there a suitcase in the middle of the floor?

(Matty) Sorry, that's-- (Wayne) Sorry that's mine, I had to bring some gear in.

(Leonie) How many times do I have to go through the safety guidelines?

(Wayne) Yeah, oh, okay, it's my fault, sorry.

(Leonie) You all roll your eyes and complain about them, yet people still leave their crap everywhere to trip over.

(Matty) No, I'm sorry.

It's my bag.

It's, it was a mistake, I'm sorry.

(Leonie) We don't have time for mistakes.

We're in the middle of a critical incident review.

Industrial agreements are still outstanding, and time sheets haven't been filled in.

I'm the base manager.

I'm not a babysitter for a group of adults who need to get their shit together and leave their personal lives outside that door.

Do you understand?

I said, do you understand?

Lee, point's been made.

-Clearly it hasn't.

-I'm sorry!

I-- It won't happen again!

(dramatic music) He and Ferret just broke up.

Well, how am I supposed to know that?

♪ (Graham) You know this is 'cause you came back too soon, right?

I mean, Jesus, you've just been through major surgery.

(Leonie) Have I?

Have I, Graham?

Thank you for reminding me.

(Graham) I'm not reminding.

I'm telling you.

You're taking it out on people, it's not like you.

(Leonie) Jesus.

You can be so onerous.

(Graham) Onerous?

(Leonie) Just give me some space, okay?

Just for once, give me a break.

(Graham) We did!

You didn't take it!

Stop being a martyr!

You're so desperate to come back and manage things when you're struggling to manage yourself!

(pensive music) ♪ (engine purrs) (plaintive music) ♪ (zipping sounds) ♪ ♪ ♪ Where the hell?

♪ (Pete) Yeah, on comms.

Bugger!

(Pete) You all right?

Yeah, yeah, just lost something.

Prepare cabin for landing.

(engine thrums) (serene music) ♪ ♪ (coughing) (Claudine) He couldn't even sleep last night.

His coughing's so bad.

(Eliza) Hi, Seb, we're from the RFDS.

We're here to take care of you.

(Pete) Hey, Seb, we're just going to, uh, get you to pop one of these masks on for us, mate.

-Why?

-Popping on a mask.

Claudine, there you go.

(Eliza) Okay, Seb, take some deep breaths for me, please.

(labored breathing) (Eliza) Seb, does it hurt to breathe?

(cough) (Eliza) Yeah?

(Pete) All right, sats are 90.

Resps are up around 30.

(coughing) (Eliza) No wheeze, but some bibasal crackles.

It does look like tuberculosis.

Let's start him on a non-rebreather at 10 liters per minute and get him on board.

We need to get him to a hospital as soon as possible.

It's all right.

Okay.

(tense music) ♪ (Mira) Hey, Darren?

-Hey!

-Hey.

(Mira) How you doing?

Yeah, feeling good.

(Mira) Just checking in.

(Darren) You reckon I'm being selfish?

(Mira) Maybe, but what's wrong with that?

Your dad wouldn't be where he is today if he hadn't put himself first.

And we wouldn't have met, and this baby wouldn't be on the way.

And I certainly wouldn't be having it if it wasn't something I wanted for myself.

I know dad thinks I'm leaving 'cause of the baby, but it's not.

Honestly, it's... back in Dubbo, it's like-- You can be your own person and not just Dr. Wayne's son?

(Darren) Yeah...

I just don't want to hurt anyone.

Well, it's better than resenting other people because you did something that you didn't want to do, you know?

(emotional music) Thanks.

Well, I'd better get back to it, but-- (Mira) Okay, I'll see you tonight.

(Darren) Yeah, see ya.

(engine whirring) ♪ (Graham) Taxi Grafton Station.

Cockpit closed for take off.

-I'm so hot!

-Sorry, mate, the air con doesn't work until we're in the air.

(turbulence sounds) Bugger!

(engine droning sounds) (Pete) We all right, Graham?

(Graham) Sorry, team, bit of a problem.

(Eliza) What is it?

(Graham) We're bogged.

(Eliza) Bogged?

(Graham) Bogged!

(Pete) Dry bogged!

Happens sometimes when we turn.

(Graham) We're not moving 'til I get us out of here.

(Eliza) And no air conditioning?

It's 50 degrees in here!

(Graham) Nothing I can do about that.

(thrilling music) (Eliza) Okay, we can't move him, so we need to keep him as cool as possible.

We need to get his trousers off, and one of us needs to go back and get some ice.

All right, Claudine's still here.

Why don't you go?

(Eliza) Are you gonna be all right with him?

(Pete) Yeah, I'm fine.

I'm fine, I'll radio if he deteriorates.

(Eliza) All right, well, I'll be as quick as I can, I promise.

(Pete) All right, sorry to say we're gonna take your pants off, mate.

♪ (Graham) I'll need you to come back for a tow as soon as possible, please.

(sigh) (cell phone rings) Hey.

Everything okay?

Not particularly.

We're dry bogged at Grafton Station.

Oh, no.

How-- Is the patient okay?

Well, he's hot, everyone's hot.

Hopefully we'll be back online in a halfer or so, but can we have engineering on standby in case I snap this front wheel?

Yeah, of course.

And-- (Graham) Running low on hours, so even if I get this online, can we have an alternate closer by?

Okay, sure.

I will have to have a negatively pressured room.

I'll call Mildura, and-- Gotta go.

♪ (Pete) Eliza, you in there yet?

Yup.

How's he doing?

(Pete) Uh, not great.

His sats are down to 86, temperature's 40.

His resps are around 30 so I've bumped up the O2 to 15 liters.

Okay, if that doesn't work, try him on the high flow nasal prongs at 60 liters a minute and prep some propofol and roc in case we need to intubate.

I'm on my way.

Roger that.

(Pete sighs) Hey.

(truck engine thrums) ♪ (Eliza) Thank you.

♪ How we looking?

(Graham) Wheels up in twenty unless I snap one.

(Eliza) What are the chances of that?

(Graham) Not insignificant.

(Eliza grunts) ♪ (Pete) This is dinner.

That's the best I could find.

Any changes?

(Pete) His sats are up a bit to 88 but his temperature's still 40.

Okay, let's get this.

Meat and veg under his arms and groin.

(Pete) Hey, we good for oxygen?

(Eliza) How much have we got left?

(Pete) Uh, 6,000 liters.

We'll keep him high flow, 60 liters a minute.

We've got a bit over an hour and a half.

(Eliza) I think we should intubate now, before we move.

Intubate?

Really?

It'll preserve oxygen supply, saves us doing it mid-flight in case he tires.

Plus it'll have the added benefit of bringing his temperature down.

Sorry, uh, my goggles keep fogging up.

Are you going to be okay to intubate?

Yes...drugs, equipment, ready to go when you are.

(Eliza) Okay.

(engine purrs) (suspenseful music) ♪ Great, thank you.

Teenage girl, 18, possible seizure at the IGA, and then again on arrival at the clinic.

She's sleeping, but not post-ictal.

No tongue biting, or loss of bladder control.

What do you reckon, pseudo-seizures?

(Wayne) Uh, not sure.

Could still be epileptic, or stroke, infection, drug and alcohol withdrawal.

Let's triple check the meds she's on, too, please.

Hey, it goes without saying, but you can always stay with us, you know.

(Mira) Yeah, there's still another 20 weeks before there's a screaming baby in the house.

Aw, you guys.

Wait, but isn't Timmy staying in the baby's room?

Well, it looks like Darren's making the move to Dubbo full-time, so there's his room.

Thought that might happen.

'Cause of the baby?

No, because it's a bit him being his own dog, you know, going out into the world like you did.

And I'm in, by the way, with the living arrangements.

Roomies!

(Mira) Prepare the cabin for landing.

(Wayne) G'day, I'm Wayne.

(Raelene) Hey.

(Matty) Hey, Matty.

(Raelene) Raelene.

(Wayne) Adrian not on?

(Raelene) Uh, no, he's on leave, unfortunately.

I worked here years ago, so I'm just filling in.

(Wayne) She had any more seizures?

(Raelene) Yeah, two now.

(Wayne) Any mention of drugs or alcohol?

Not that she's admitted to.

Any obvious triggers, or changes to medication?

(Raelene) No, no, she was talking fine, and then I did all her obs and then bam, off she went.

Bryony, darling, we got the big doc here from the RFDS come to take a look at you.

Can you turn around for us please, sweetie?

Poor thing.

She come in here with milk and pasta sauce all over her.

I had to clean her all up.

(Wayne) Hey, Bryony, I'm Wayne.

Mind if I ask you a few quick questions?

You have a history of seizures?

No.

(Wayne) Can I check your tongue quickly?

You on any prescribed medications for anything at all?

Yeah?

Bryony?

Okay.

All right.

Just keep her safe.

(intense music) ♪ (Eliza) Okay, ETT through, bougie out.

Inflate the cuff.

(Pete) Inflating the cuff.

(monitors beep) Are you okay?

Don't worry about me.

Fogging.

Good CO2 trace.

(Pete) Equal chest rise.

He's bagging easily.

(Eliza) Secured.

24 centimeters at the teeth.

(monitors beep) (tense music) Equal breath sounds.

♪ I'll connect the ventilator.

You take a PPE break.

I'm good.

(Eliza) I'll take over.

♪ (Pete) All right.

♪ (Pete breathes heavily) ♪ (grunting) ♪ (deep anxious breathing) ♪ All right!

Easy does it.

(engine hums) (dramatic music) ♪ That'll do ya!

♪ Okay, we're out.

Let's get to a flash motel in Mildura, shall we?

(plane engine buzzing) ♪ (Darren) So we even gonna talk about Dubbo, or...?

(Taylor) What's there to talk about?

Said you were going.

Was a statement, not a question.

(Darren) Right, well, there was a question, but you just walked out before I could ask it.

Okay.

Go on then.

Come with me.

Come to Dubbo.

That's it?

No, seriously, well, seriously!

I mean, think about it.

We could, we could both work at the base there.

We could rent a little place in town.

Don't you want to just start fresh somewhere?

Get out of this place.

(Cameron) Hey, sorry.

G'day, mate, sorry, I was just-- (Taylor) No, you're fine.

(Cameron) Just finished a sesh with Chaya, thought I'd say hello.

I'll be back in five.

(Cameron) Righto.

Hey, see you, brother.

Yeah, see ya.

Was he calling you this morning or...?

(Taylor) He's a client I'm helping with Chaya.

Is there an issue with that?

(Darren) Well, you can't see how into you he is?

This is my job, Darren.

It's what I do in Broken Hill.

Right, okay, just, will you just think about Dubbo, please?

All right, Matty, let's get some IV access, please.

Bryony, could you lift your leg for me?

There you go.

(groaning and thumping) Uh, what was that?

(groaning) He came in drunk this morning covered in urine and vomit and wouldn't let me near him so I put him down the back to let him sleep it off.

Do you want me to have a look at him?

(Raelene) No, it's fine.

Don't want to waste your time.

We get them here a lot.

It's better just to let them sleep it off.

Bryony, show us your tongue again.

(Raelene) What do you think?

Oh, it's hard to know if it's PNES or epileptic.

What, so you reckon it might be pseudo-seizures?

What's that supposed to mean?

You think I'm faking it?

(Wayne) No, that's not what we're saying.

It can just be really hard to tell between PNES, non-epileptic, or epileptic seizures, okay?

(groaning and clattering) Matty, you stay with Bryony.

Can we see this other patient, please?

Yeah, suit yourself.

But if you ask me, he's just putting on a show.

(pulsing music) ♪ (groaning) (Wayne) Ugh, all right, let's get that window open.

♪ (Raelene) I gave him a blanket, but I, I couldn't get near him to help him get changed.

He was incomprehensible and agitated, you know?

I'm here on my own, so I was wary.

♪ (groaning) ♪ (Wayne) Hey, Timmy?

Timmy, can you hear me?

Hey, hey, hey?

♪ I need water for him, towels, and wipes.

Hey, brother?

Hey, hey, Timmy?

Timmy, can you hear me?

Hey, hey, you're all right, brother.

I'm here now.

I'm here now, brother.

I'm here.

(Raelene) It's the best I could do.

Here, drink up.

♪ (Raelene) I did give him water, but he wouldn't take it.

Every time I tried to do anything to help him, he got aggressive.

Can you give me his chart, please?

Yeah, you know I shouldn't even be working.

I put in for worker's comp a month ago on account of my knee that got smashed lifting a patient.

You'd think that they approved that?

No!

You sure these numbers are accurate?

Yeah, well, they were this morning.

(Wayne) You didn't see how high his blood sugar was.

Yeah, that's normal for out here.

That's not normal for him.

His diabetes has been under control on insulin for the past twelve months now.

And how as I supposed to know that?

Is he a patient of yours?

You've got his respiratory rate as 18.

-Did you actually count them?

-What do you mean?

(Wayne) Did you count each breath, Raelene, or did you just guess?

I looked.

It looked normal.

I want, I didn't have time to stand there for a whole minute and count every breath.

Did you do an ECG?

A blood gas?

I couldn't get a needle near him.

Was he this confused on presentation?

As I said, he was aggressive and he reeked of alcohol.

He would not let me do anything.

Raelene, which was it?

Was it agitated or was it aggressive?

It was both, I guess.

Matty, get in here with my kit.

So you have really never noticed the alcohol smells of ketones on a diabetic's breath before?

Or just not on guys that look like him?

Grab that end of the bed.

We need to do a blood gas to see how acidotic he's gotten.

(Raelene) So you guys deal with this guy a lot?

He's Wayne's brother, and he's been doing well for a while now.

(Wayne) All right, let's package Bryony up for transfer for CT and further tests, and let Mira know we've got two patients.

(Matty) Do I tell her it's Timmy?

(Wayne) She's gonna find out sooner or later.

C'mon, let's move.

(Matty) Yeah.

(Wayne) Raelene!

(Pete) Like stepping back in time, isn't it?

(Graham) As long as it's got a firm bed and a minibar with a cold beer.

(Eliza) Ah, I feel like I've sweated out about six kilos.

(Pete) It's the bog plane diet.

(Graham) Right...this is me.

Have a lovely evening.

-You, too.

-You, too.

Thanks, Graham.

(Eliza) Thank you for today.

(Pete) You, too.

Night.

(Eliza) Night.

Um.

Clearly it was a mistake, me doing the review, wasn't it?

Okay.

You don't disagree?

I already said, uh, I don't mind.

Well, your demeanor suggests otherwise.

What demeanor?

This.

(Pete) Eliza, I don't have a problem with the review, or with you, okay?

Well, clearly, you do.

I feel every time-- (Pete) Yeah, well, we both know I have no control over how you feel.

(emotive music) (Eliza) Well, look who's dating a therapist.

(Pete) What's that?

(Eliza) Nothing.

Have a good evening.

♪ (Wayne) Got a fifty-year-old male with diabetic ketoacidosis.

PA 6.9 keytones, 9.5 initial blood sugar of 52, with... (monitor beeping) ...sorry, with insulin, dextrose, and potassium going through his central line, thanks.

(low steady beeping) How is he?

His blood pressure's okay.

Hopefully his potassium stabilizes.

No, I meant, "How's your brother?"

(instruments beeping) (Wayne) Well, his nails are too long.

He needs a shave.

His hair could do with a wash, but he's okay.

Looks like dad.

I'm heaps better looking than you.

(laughter) How ya feeling?

(Timmy) Ugh, like shit.

Ugh.

(Wayne) No, no, don't try and get up.

Don't try and get up.

You got these lines here, look, they're going through your neck.

They're keeping you stable.

(Timmy) Where the hell am I?

You're racking up some more frequent flier points with the RFDS.

Ah, shut up, Wayne, I am not!

(Wayne) Yeah, we're halfway to Adelaide.

You got really crook in Menindee with your diabetes.

When's the last time you took your insulin?

(Timmy) Oh yeah, I forgot it when I went out hunting with the boys, and I just suddenly got real crook, eh?

What's wrong with you?

What?

Well, you look like you're been crying.

You scared me.

I'm sorry, Kaku.

Kaku...I haven't heard that name in years.

(Timmy) Brother.

(groaning) (stirring music) ♪ I need you for this kid.

(Timmy) You don't need me.

You'll be all right.

Except with a footy.

You can't teach him how to kick.

(laughter) Teach her, actually.

(laughter) (Timmy) Hey?

Fair dinkum?

We're having a girl?

Well, I guess girls can play footy too, now, hey?

(warm laughter) ♪ (phone rings) Hello?

Didn't think you'd answer.

Didn't think you'd want to talk to me.

(Graham) I was way too harsh.

But fair.

Didn't have to stick the boot in.

(Leonie) No, I think you did.

I have no idea what I'm doing at the moment.

I can't remember anything.

My eyes are dryer than the Nullarbor, and I have this overwhelming anger about the smallest things, obviously.

Sounds really tough, I'm sorry.

Anyway, you checked in?

Yeah, it's, ah, got my beer, got the crossword.

Okay.

Hit me.

(Graham) All right, uh, Japanese practice of fixing broken ceramics with gold, eight letters.

Kintsugi.

Kintsu-what?

(Leonie) K-I-N-T-S-U-G-I.

Wow, she's on fire tonight.

If you call trackie dacks, a dirty bottle of Shiraz and a small tub of ice cream on fire, then yeah, I'm scorching.

You're smoking hot.

I wish I was right there with ya.

(mellow music) Um, seven letters, beginning with O, difficult and unpleasant to deal with.

Onerous--Oh, God, I'm sorry.

(Graham) No, don't be.

I was confused, mostly.

I had to look it up.

(laughter) Anyhow, uh, better let you go, hey.

Oh, okay.

Unless you want to keep talking.

Well, I've got wine, and you've got beer.

All right, um, what season of Ru Paul's Drag Race you up to?

Oh, good, we're going high brow.

Well, I do find it rather educational.

I really like the British seasons.

They're my favorite.

♪ ♪ (groaning) (rapid breathing) (groans) Oh, no, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

(groaning) (heavy breathing) Ugh!

(moaning in pain) (Pete) Knock knock?

(Eliza) It's open, come in.

(Eliza sighs) You all right?

I'm just an idiot.

I can't believe I let this happen again.

I get kidney stones when I'm dehydrated.

Yeah, um, well... yeah, got you painkillers... Hydralyte, and Maltesers.

Oh, you remembered!

Well, only because it's insane to pick these over M&Ms.

(muffled TV dialogue) (Pete) Hey, can I ask you something?

(Eliza) Yeah, sure.

(Pete) Why did you cancel that holiday?

(Eliza) Um...everything was complicated.

You know, work and life and I don't know, I...guess I was scared.

(Pete) Of what?

If things between us went-- (Pete) Badly?

We'd be stuck in London together for two weeks.

(soft laughter) (gentle music) More if things went well.

And we were together in London and at the end of two weeks I was stuck, again, wondering what the hell I should do.

♪ Oh!

Oh!

Ah.

(ragged laughter and groaning) Uh, what can I do?

(Eliza) Oh, nothing!

Just, just, please, just, oh, ah!

No, just--this is mortifying enough.

Just, just, just stay there and I'm just going to die quietly in the bathroom from the pain or the shame, whichever comes first.

(door slams) (Eliza) Ow!

(Eliza groaning) ♪ (engine noises) (monitor beeping) (Wayne) Hey.

(Timmy whimpers) (instruments beeping) (Wayne shushing) (Wayne) You okay?

Thank you for everything you do for me, brother.

(Timmy grunts and groans) It hurts here.

Something's not right.

(monitor beeping faster) Shit, he's tombstoning.

Grab the GTN and the aspirin.

(Timmy groaning) (Wayne) You all right, brother?

(Matty) Are we gonna make it to the hospital on time?

(Wayne) No, no, I'm drawing up a full dose of thrombolytic.

Hey.

(Timmy whimpers) Listen to me, listen to me, listen to me.

I've got to tell you something.

I want you to hear me, okay?

Look at me.

You're having a heart attack, but I'm giving you this medicine here, and I expect it to help you out, okay?

-Here, mate.

-You're gonna be okay.

(Matty) Take these aspirin.

(Wayne) Here, Timmy!

There you go.

There you go.

There you are, there you go.

Shh, shh, shh.

(stirring music) ♪ (Matty) Wayne, have you seen his advanced care directive?

No CPR, no intubation, no ICU.

Yeah, I've seen it.

♪ (Matty) Have you seen his wishes?

(Wayne) What wishes?

♪ (Timmy groans) ♪ Gotta get the pads on.

Here we go.

Hey, listen.

There's a blockage somewhere.

That medicine that I gave you is not working as fast as I'd hoped it would, mate.

So we're gonna find something else.

Hey, look at me!

I'll find something else.

And, uh, this form you've got here, listen, this form you've got here, says if your heart stops, you don't want me to press on your chest, put tubes in your lungs, okay?

You sure about that?

(Timmy coughs) Timmy?

Hey, are you sure?

It's your choice, Kaku, hey.

Listen to me, it's your choice.

I need you to be clear, okay?

You want me to resuscitate you?

I don't want to leave you.

But...I don't want all this, I don't want all this!

(labored breathing) Brother, you know how black my heart is, brother.

You take me home.

You take me home.

(somber music) (labored breathing) ♪ Can you hear 'em, brother?

Hey?

(crying) ♪ Hey, no, no, no, no, you stay with me.

Kaku, hey, brother, hey, Timmy, Timmy?

Mira, we need to shock!

Yeah, copy.

(instruments beep) Oxygen away.

Clear.

Shocking.

(beeping) (Wayne) Agh, shock again!

(Matty) Shocking.

(snapping sound) (flatline sound) One more.

(flatline sound) Shocking.

(flatline continues) (sobbing) (Wayne) Brother!

(sad music) Kaku!

♪ Oh, God, no!

No, no, Timmy!

♪ (sobbing) ♪ I love you.

I love you, brother.

I love you.

♪ ♪ (male vocalizing) ♪ (male vocalizing) ♪ (singing in foreign language) ♪ ♪ ♪ (dynamic music) ♪ ♪