Big Sky (1997–1999): Season 1, Episode 16 - Simple Twist of Fate - full transcript
- You're asking me on a date?
- It's not a date.
It's a business dinner and I
need you there as chief pilot.
- Sounds like a date to me.
If it's a date, I'll
have to buy flowers.
- It's purely business, okay?
So are you coming or not?
- Sure, as long as it's not a date.
(Guests chattering)
- Hi, I'm Kate Vernon.
Welcome to the coopes aviation dinner.
You must be Lauren Allen from big sky.
- (Chuckles) Yeah, how
do you know that?
- It's my job (Chuckles).
- [Lauren] Oh, right, this is
Chris manning, my chief pilot.
- [Kate] Pleased to meet you.
- How do you do?
- So, how's business going anyway?
I heard things were a bit
touch and go for awhile.
- Yeah, we've got a long way
to go yet, but so far so good.
- That's great, well, the
drinks are over there,
so help yourself and enjoy dinner.
- Okay, thanks.
- (Laughing) There's
no way you'd get me
on one of those tiny little planes.
I don't even feel safe in a jumbo.
- You don't know what
you're talking about.
It's a fantastic experience.
- (Chuckles) I suppose people like me
must be a real challenge to you.
Trying to convince us
of the joys of flying.
- So let me, I dare you
to come for a flight.
(Kate giggles)
(Guest chattering)
I'll be back in a minute.
(Guest chattering)
- You just left me to deal
with the most boring men
in the whole world by myself.
- Well, Lauren, I'm sorry,
but when you start
talking balance sheets,
I just kind of glaze over.
- Um do you want me to catch a taxi?
- What, do I look like the kind of guy
who would take a girl to
dinner and then just drop her?
- Well.
- I'll take you home.
- Okay.
- I gotta go.
- Oh, well, maybe I should
take you up on your offer.
- Yeah, um, there.
Now you got no excuse for backing out.
- See ya later.
- Yeah, I hope so.
(Whimsical choral music)
- Thanks, you gonna come in for coffee?
- Do you realize that
would make it a date?
- No, it doesn't.
- Oh, yes it does,
because after a date,
the person usually asks the
other person in for coffee,
but it usually means something else.
- This isn't a date, so
it doesn't mean anything.
- Okay, I'll have a whiskey.
We were just talking.
- (Scoffs) You couldn't have
been more obvious if you tried.
- How was I obvious?
- The way you were looking at her,
how close you were sitting to her.
Most of all, the
incredibly unsubtle way
you slipped her your phone number.
- Well, she was interested.
- She was just being polite.
- No way, she was sending
out signals loud and clear.
- Oh, really, such as?
- Body language, she was begging
for an invitation to go flying.
(Lauren laughs)
Well, how do you know if
someone's interested?
- Well, it takes a bit more
than one drink at a bar.
- Why, attraction's spontaneous.
- Men only say that, because
the minute they see a woman,
they immediately think of sex.
- Well, if you see a good looking bloke
walking down the street, do you look?
- I guess.
- The defense rests.
- (Chuckles) That's
physical attraction.
There's more to a person
than the way they look.
(Chuckles) Intelligence is very sexy.
- Yes, it is, and I happen to
find her very intelligent.
- I didn't realize you
were that interested.
- Well, I think I might be.
(Dramatic music)
- Charlie, tango, delta,
this is echo, whiskey, Victor.
Hurry up, Scotty, I'm on approach.
I'm still four and a half
minutes inside the record.
- Echo, whiskey, Victor, this
is Charlie, tango, delta,
and not enough, you'll never make it.
- You wish, echo, whiskey, Victor.
(Dramatic music)
Here at last, Scotty (Laughs).
Yes.
- I hope I'm not interrupting anything.
- No, it's great to see you.
- Shay, we should ah,
reorganize some jobs.
We're a plane down.
- Yeah, sure, cool.
- You took up a challenge
to get me in the air.
Hardly seems fair to let you
down after all your hard work.
- Well, it's just that...
- Well, I'll pay, of course.
- No, it's not that.
It's, you know, I've got
milk run to the bush.
It's not very picturesque.
- Well, it's still flying, isn't it?
- Let's go.
(Plane engine roaring)
- Who is that?
- Oh, it's just a woman
he met last night.
- Hmm, talk about hots for each other.
Oh, hey, he's a sleaze.
He goes out with you and
he ends up with her.
- No, no, we weren't going out.
We were just together.
- Oh yeah, but even so.
- Haven't you got
something you could do?
(Plane engine roaring)
- Good one, brettsky, ah,
this will make Lauren's day.
- You owe me a 100 bucks, mate.
- You just snapped the wing spar,
and you're worried about a 100 bucks.
Mate, she's gonna hang you out to dry.
- Hey, it was wind shear.
There was nothing I could do about it.
- I don't call $40,000.00
worth of damage
to a wing spar nothing.
Not to mention the fact
that a plane that's not in the air,
isn't making money.
- It's insured, isn't it?
- Not against abject stupidity.
- Look, it wasn't my fault.
There was wind shear as I was landing.
- It wasn't an emergency landing.
The two of you were
playing silly buggers,
and I'm supposed to foot the bill.
I thought you had more
brains than that, Scotty.
- It won't happen again.
- And you make sure it doesn't.
You can go.
Brett, this isn't the first
time this has happened, is it?
Forcing another plane
to abort its takeoff,
ignoring control tower directives.
Not really an impressive record.
- Come on, Lauren, there's
not a pilot around here
who hasn't screwed up a few times.
Why am I getting singled out?
- Because you've struck
out twice already.
You're obviously not gonna change.
Strike three, Brett.
- Come on, Lauren.
- Your pay's been drawn up.
Take it and go.
(Telephone ringing)
(Door thuds)
(Plane engine roaring)
- So, how does it feel now?
- It's amazing, just like you said.
- Well, I told you you
wouldn't be disappointed.
- So, I guess it's my turn
to dare you to do something.
- Well, like what?
- Well, I'm thinking it's no
fun if it's not a challenge,
but I don't know enough about you.
- Yet.
(Plane thuds)
Damn.
- [Kate] What's wrong?
- It's nothing, it's ah,
the trim tab seems to
be stuck on something.
- Is that serious?
- No, no, it's nothing to worry about.
It just means I haven't
got as much control.
The landing could be a bit rough.
It's okay.
(Kate chuckles nervously)
(Plane thuds)
- She's not gonna give
me another chance,
and I'm supposed to just call it sweet.
Well, stuff her.
- You can get another job.
Just check out the safari bar.
- Oh, get real, mate.
Without a reference, I've got bubkes.
- You can always go back in there,
and ask her for your job back.
- What're you talking about?
- Well, she may have
calmed down by now.
Just confront her.
- You reckon?
- What have you got to lose?
- Calm on, Lauren.
Do you think I'd be stupid
enough to do it again?
- I can't take that chance,
and don't go behind my
back to Chris this time,
because he totally
agrees with my decision.
- How about at least
giving me a reference?
- Brett, you were fired.
What sort of reference do you think...
- What am I supposed to do?
(Dramatic music)
- Well, you should've
thought of that before.
(Dramatic music)
- [Kate] Can you fix it?
- Yeah, I just gotta get the trim tab
in the neutral position.
Otherwise, taking off will
be a bit rough, come on.
Okay, now, could you grab that, that,
yeah, that's the trim tab.
Now, when I say pull it
up, just pull it up.
- You mean push it up.
- I mean push it up.
All right, now.
(Trim tab thuds)
Excellent, that'll do it.
- [Lauren] Charlie, tango,
delta, this is big sky base.
(Kate giggles)
Charlie, tango, delta, come in.
Chris, are you there?
- Big sky, this is
Charlie, tango, delta.
I'm on the ground at gilla.
There's a slight problem
with the trim tab.
- Oh, if this keeps up, I
won't have any planes left.
What's your eta?
- Ah, 13 hundred.
- Can you make it as fast
as you can, big sky.
- Charlie, tango.
(Sighs) Sorry, work calling.
Would you care to have
dinner with me tonight?
(Kate chuckles)
(Plane engine roaring)
- Are you sure this
going to be all right?
- What?
- Well, us going out to dinner.
- Well, why wouldn't it be?
- Well, what about Lauren?
Won't she mind?
- Well, it's none of her business.
- Oh, so you're one of these couples
who have an understanding, is that it?
- (Laughing) Couples, me and Lauren?
- So you're not?
- No way.
- Oh, when you turned up to
dinner, you look like you were.
- No, no, it's purely professional.
- Mrs. toohey, let me
from all of us at big sky
offer our condolences at the
tragic loss of your husband.
- Thank you.
- Now, when we begin the ceremony,
we'll slow the plane right down,
so the engines don't
distract from the occasion.
Also to minimize air speed
during the scattering.
I assure you a fitting tribute.
- Sounds fine, let's get going.
- As you wish.
(Plane engine roaring)
(Dramatic organ music)
- You're not.
- Silence, please, sister.
(Dramatic organ music)
- What the hell is that?
Turn it off!
- I like it, be quiet.
(Dramatic organ music)
- Would you, um, like
to say a few words
before the scattering?
- Come on.
(Plane thuds)
(Dramatic organ music)
This was supposed to be
a touching farewell,
not a total debacle!
What sort of airline are
you people running?
- I, I offer you and your
family my deepest sympathies.
We've, we've never done ashes before.
- It was a pocket of
clear air turbulence.
There was no way of predicting it.
- You're pilots, you should have
those sort of things factored in.
- I'm sorry, there's just nothing
we could've done about it.
- It's consider a tithing problem.
It won't happened again.
We'll, we'll get it right next time.
- There won't be a next time!
I'm gonna litigate the pants off you!
You'll be hearing from me!
Auntie!
- Eh, now just a minute.
I don't think we need
to take legal action
over what was essentially an accident.
- It was blatant incompetence.
Now, I haven't been into
this in detail yet,
but let's just start
with breach of contract.
- Ah, you're kidding?
- Negligence, that idiot was clearly
an unquestionably negligent.
- It's not jimbo's fault he tripped.
- He showed reckless indifference
by failing to take adequate precaution
for a foreseeable mid
flight occurrence.
- Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
If the worms don't get you,
the fans hypoallergenic suction
with triple filter action must.
(All laughing)
Whoop.
- Jimbo, I think you should show
a little bit more respect for the dead.
- That catholic guilt, it
stays with you forever.
- What if we found the ashes
and we did the ceremony again.
Would that change things?
- You're not getting it.
This was supposed to
be a solemn moment.
Where was the respect?
I mean it was all they could do
to stop themselves from laughing.
- Mr. Nichols, my staff take
their responsibilities very seriously.
- Lauren, we bagged him.
- It's okay, that's um, something else.
Please, just give us a chance.
We can do this properly, I promise.
- I very much doubt it.
- Jimbo, Lexie, get the ashes,
and arrange the scattering now.
- Pretty good running repair.
- Couldn't have done it
without my co-pilot.
- I'll check the control cables.
Make sure the problem's not there.
Lucky they didn't go.
Would've been nasty.
- How long?
- Give us an hour.
- Well, thanks for the flight.
I'd better go.
- What about dinner?
- Well, we'll say I'll meet
you here around seven.
- Okay, book a table.
- Nice lady.
- [Chris] I saw her first.
(Both chuckle)
- [Lexie] Phil, we are the ashes?
- Over there on the bench.
(Dramatic music)
- [Jimbo] Phil!
- Well, they were there.
Cleaner must've junked them.
(Dramatic organ music)
- Novel concept an airline
without any planes.
Unless of course, someone
who wants to sue us
for everything we've got.
- What for?
- Oh, over the ashes.
- What is this thing about ashes?
We have a fire or something?
- I wish, Chris, there
really is something
wrong with that trim tab, isn't there?
- You think I made it up?
- Well, you know, Kate's a
very attractive girl, and I...
- Ah, I see, you're
suggesting that I made it up,
so I could spend more time with Kate.
- Yeah, well, the thought
had crossed my mind.
- Well, I tell you something funnier.
She thought we were on together.
- (Chuckles) Where'd she get that idea?
- Well, must've been the dinner.
She said we look like
an old married couple.
- Well, some toyboy
you turned out to be.
- Well, I'll try harder next time.
(Lauren chuckles)
- Lauren, he's doing it.
We're being sued.
- Oh, what, I promised
he would make good.
This is unfair.
If we don't find those ashes,
we're in so much trouble.
- Hey, check it out!
- Oh, that'll be useful.
- Could be.
- How'd you do?
- Oh yeah, we'd love to
give you a job, mate,
but you've got a reputation.
- Ah, sorry, just keep going.
- Mate, you know how small
this business is, I'm poison.
- You've only tried those guys.
You've gotta keep going.
- It's easy for you to
say, you've got a job.
Hey, what if you'd have won the bet?
You could've damaged the
plane just as easy.
- Whoa, so it's my fault now, is it?
- It takes two to make a bet.
- Yeah, but I wouldn't reck
a plane trying to win it.
- You're such a sock.
- And you're such a
whinger, get over it.
- Come on, mate, you've
gotta get me a reference.
If I don't have one, I'll never
work in this industry again.
- I'm not exactly Lauren's
favorite person at the moment either.
- Come on, mate, I'd do it for you.
She has screwed up my
life, this rich bitch.
Someone oughta make her pay.
- Come on, I'll take you home, okay?
- Hey, if that's all
you're gonna do for me,
you can piss off.
- Oh, Kate, hi.
- Hi.
- [Lauren] Chris left this for you.
He's had to go and pick up his kids.
- Oh, thank you.
- Stranded or something.
- I wonder if he'll be home by now?
Chris told me you inherited
big sky from your father.
- (Chuckles) No great prize
though, let me tell you.
- But you're pretty successful now.
- [Lauren] Yeah, things
are getting better.
- I admire anyone who
runs her own business.
I suppose with the hours you work,
meeting guys must be pretty difficult.
- Oh, ah, yeah.
- My husband died late last year.
I never thought I'd get
involved with anyone again.
- Oh, sorry to hear that.
- It was awful.
I heard the car running in the garage.
By the time I got there he was dead.
(Dramatic music)
Such a waste of life.
He got so depressed because
his business went under.
- That's terrible.
- Ended up losing everything,
my house, my husband.
- Kate, you don't have
to tell me all of this.
- I'm sorry, burdening you
with all my problems.
- No, it's, it's okay.
- I should go.
If you're interested, I've
got a lot of contacts.
Maybe I could throw
some business your way.
- Oh, great, I never say
no to new business.
- Great, well, I'll make up
a list of likely people,
and get one sent over to you.
- Okay, thanks, I'd appreciate that.
(Knocking on door)
- Oh, Kate, hi, I'm sorry.
- I got your message.
I had a nice little
chat to Lauren anyway.
- Oh yeah, what about?
- (Chuckles) Wouldn't you like to know?
I thought we were going out to dinner?
- So did I.
What's, what's the matter.
- I guess I should tell you.
My husband died not long ago.
- Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.
- I never expected to
meet anyone so soon.
- Well, do you want to
take things a bit slower?
- I don't know what I want.
(Dramatic music)
(Telephone ringing)
Hello?
- [Lauren] Ah no, no one
else has got a key.
- [Kate] Hello?
- Oh ah, hi, is um, is
Chris there, please?
- He can't come to the phone right now.
- I know it's late,
but could you ask him
to give Lauren a call?
- Sure.
- Thanks.
(Mysterious music)
- Who was that?
- I don't know, they hung up.
- Oh, now where were we?
(Mysterious music)
- Hey, happy boy, so ah,
what're we talking,
a quiet little number or da,
da, da, dum, Beethoven's 5th?
- What?
- Is she like a minuet,
or is she like full
orchestra with crescendo?
- You are so crass.
- What's wrong with a musical analogy?
- Beethoven.
- Oh, so it's serious.
- Could be.
- It's pretty quick, isn't it?
- Quick, this is from a bloke
who falls in love without
knowing a girl's name.
- Names, names are just
convenient labels, Chris.
So, you know, what're you
feeling, apart from the obvious?
- Well, we get on
together, it's real good.
- Well, the fact that
her husband's gone,
you know, she could be on the rebound.
- Oh, what are you, a psychologist now?
- It's worth thinking about.
- Morning, are you ready?
- Do we have to?
- If you don't want
us to get sued, yes.
- Was anything taken?
- I don't know.
I haven't been through everything yet.
It was a huge mess.
- Well, why didn't you call me?
- I did, Kate answered,
so I left a message.
She didn't tell you?
- Must've slipped her mind.
- I think it was Brett.
- Well, did Brett say anything
about getting even with Lauren,
or getting back at big sky or anything?
- Well, I mean, yeah, he was
really pissed off with Lauren,
but that would've been
the grog talking.
- I don't think so, Scotty.
- Well, I can go an ask him.
- It won't do any good.
He'll only deny it.
It wouldn't have slipped her mind.
She should've given you the message.
- Yeah, I don't know what happened.
- [Lauren] She might've
done it on purpose.
- Lauren, what've you got
against her exactly?
- Nothing, I don't care
who you go out with.
It's got nothing to do with me.
- Good, I'm glad to hear it.
- [Jimbo] It's appalling how much waste
the human race creates.
- [Lexie] Let's just find the
bag and get out of here.
- We, we, we are drowning
in our own refuse.
Well, doesn't that worry you?
I wonder where Harold's
soul is right now?
- I don't know.
I don't know the timing
of these things.
- No, I, I think you're
supposed to like
do your time in limbo before
you go to the pearly gates.
- Limbo's not compulsory, is it?
- Well, I think for poor Harold it is.
- Jimbo, don't say that, that's awful.
- Not until his final
wishes are carried out,
how can he be laid at rest?
Sorry, they're the rules.
- I've don't believe it.
That was Jeff Hamilton
from southwest air
checking on a reference I
apparently wrote for Brett.
- You're kidding.
- Yeah, he wanted to know why
we were letting such a good pilot go.
- Well, he's obviously
knocked a letterhead off,
and wrote himself one.
- Yeah, with my signature on it.
The guy's out of control.
- It's hopeless, we're
never gonna find him.
- Poor Harold, condemned
to wander for eternity.
- Just like we will be.
How are we gonna tell Lauren?
- Rocks, scissors, paper.
How about best out of five?
- Go on.
- Eh, Lauren.
- Tell me you found the ashes.
- Okay, we found the ashes.
- So I can believe it.
- We've looked everywhere,
they're gone.
- (Groans) Carl Nichols will
be here in half an hour.
What am I gonna say?
I can't tell him that.
He'll sue us for every cent we've got.
- He can't really make a case
out of someone tripping, can he?
- He'll give it a damn good try.
Shay, call him and see
if you can put him off.
I've gotta come up with something.
- Hey, look, you can't go in there.
- [Brett] Just watch me.
- Don't be a total reject, Brett.
- I lost the chance of a new
job today because of you.
- You should've thought of that
before you faked the reference.
- You just couldn't
let it be, could you?
What was I suppose to do?
- You're blaming everyone but yourself.
- [Brett] As if you'd
know what it's like.
- I'd get out of here now.
- Hey, ah, come on, mate.
- You'll get it one day.
- Oh, trashing my flat
wasn't enough for you.
You want to be up for assault as well?
- I didn't trash your flat!
- What about forging my signature?
That's a serious offense.
Brett, this is your last warning.
Don't show your face around here again.
Have you got that?
(Mysterious music)
(Lauren sighs)
(Mysterious music)
- Hi, Lauren, I was just
about to come and see you.
- Take your time.
- Well, for a start, you can call
Tony cormack at regional events,
because I know he's not happy
with the company he's
using at the moment.
- Well, great, thanks, I will.
- Chris told me about your flat.
Must've been awful.
- Yeah, it was.
- Any idea who did it?
Why would someone do
something like that?
- Can we get back to business, Kate?
- I'm sorry, um, I thought you
might wanna talk about it.
- Look, maybe this isn't
the best time to do this.
- I'm just trying to help, Lauren.
Why won't you let me do that?
I'd like us to be friends.
- The last few days have
just been really awful,
and um, I don't think I'm really up to
thinking about new customers right now.
Could we do this some other time?
Here you go.
- Sure.
(Mysterious music)
I get the message.
- I don't know how to explain it,
but there is something
a bit odd about Kate.
- Ah, here we go again.
What is your problem with her?
- It's the way she's always around.
She keeps asking questions
about the business.
There's, I don't know,
there's something else.
There's something more there.
- You're paranoid.
- No, Chris, you don't see it.
She's different with me.
- Lauren, you're imagining things.
- I can't put my finger on it.
It's the way she talks.
I mean, I don't wanna know about
how her husband killed himself.
(Dramatic music)
- Her husband committed suicide?
- Yeah, didn't she tell you about it?
- Well, she told me he died.
- See, there's something about her.
Why would she tell me
about that and not you?
- Well, maybe because she thought
I'd feel differently about her.
That doesn't make her a weirdo.
- Chris, I can't help the way I feel.
(Dramatic music)
I can assure you, Mr. Nichols,
we've done everything within our power
to make amends for the incident.
- Please, find comfort in the knowledge
that Harold is at one with the universe
and that the world is...
- You had your chance and you blew it.
I'll be filing papers
with the court tomorrow.
- No, please, Mr. Nichols,
there must be some other way.
- I found him, I found him.
- But we looked everywhere.
- I know and I am very sorry.
I put him away very
carefully in a safe spot,
and I must've forgot where I put him.
I'm very sorry.
- Well, we could have the
ceremony again right now.
- Let's just give him the peace
he's been looking for, Carl.
- I'll reserve my decision
until the ceremony
has been carried out to
my complete satisfaction.
- Don't worry, Mrs. toohey,
they'll be no more accidents.
I've um, I've got it all worked out.
- You're very kind.
- Um, do you think, um, if
everything went to plan,
maybe Carl might call
the whole thing off?
- You just leave him to me, dear.
Harold never could stand him anyway.
- Bless you.
- What're you doing here?
- What's the matter, Lauren?
Have you got something to hide?
- What're you talking about?
- Life must be so difficult for you.
You've had everything
handed to you on a plate.
- I don't think you've got any idea
how hard I've worked to
build this business up.
- I think I've got a pretty good idea.
- Like hell you have.
- (Chuckles) Maybe you're
just jealous of me and Chris.
You want Chris all to yourself, do you?
Well, what if I told you
that Chris is falling in love with me?
- Then that would be Chris's business.
- But you wouldn't approve, would you?
Because you don't like me.
- No, I don't, but that's irrelevant.
- Like father, like daughter.
(Dramatic music)
Ruining lives must run in your family.
You're a chip off the
old block, Lauren.
Daddy would be proud of you.
- How do you know my father?
- [Shay] Lauren.
- [Lauren] Yeah?
- Uh, just to let you know
that you're gonna have
to do Chris's run
in the chieftain to coffs harbor.
- What do I employ him for?
- [Shay] Well, he's already
done the maximum hours.
- Okay.
(Dramatic music)
I don't know what you're playing
yet, but get off this base.
(Dramatic music)
- Kate, what're you doing here?
- Lauren told me not
to see you anymore.
- Oh, really, that doesn't
sound like Lauren.
- Well, that's what she said.
Don't you believe me?
(Mysterious music)
(Plane engine roaring)
(Dramatic organ music)
- Harold, dear, thank you for
50 wonderful years together.
I hope you find the peace you deserve.
(Dramatic organ music)
- Thank you, god.
(Dramatic organ music)
What a nice, little, old lady.
- A shame about the nephew.
- Yeah, but at least
we're off the hook.
- Good news, guys, found
what you're looking for.
Out on the workbench.
- Well, I didn't know what else to do.
I thought we were gonna be
sued for everything we had.
- All well and good, but who,
or what did we scatter up there?
- Do you really wanna know?
- You realize we're gonna
have to go up again.
I mean, poor Harold
is, is not at peace.
- [Lexie] Third time lucky.
(Plane engine roaring)
- Lauren, I wanna talk
to you about something.
- Oh, I'm sorry, haven't got time.
- All right, I'll come with you.
(Plane engine roaring)
What's this about you
telling Kate not to see me.
- I said nothing of the sort.
- No, I didn't think so.
(Dramatic music)
- Are you in love with her?
(Dramatic music)
- No.
(Cable thuds)
(Dramatic music)
- Chris, the trim tab's not responding.
(Dramatic music)
- Phil fixed it, I saw him.
(Dramatic music)
- Brett, oh, I can't
believe he'd go this far.
- Push the control forward.
(Dramatic music)
- Chris, help me.
(Dramatic music)
- We have to land and
we have to land now.
- There isn't an airstrip for miles.
- A beach, anything
that's flat, Lauren.
(Dramatic music)
- But he's promised.
Oh, Kate, hi.
- You haven't seen Chris, have you?
- Yeah, he's gone on a
flight with Lauren.
(Dramatic music)
- I though Lauren was going by herself.
- She was, what's the problem?
- You have to get them
to land right now.
(Dramatic music)
- Charlie, tango,
delta, this is big sky.
Chris, are you there?
- Shay, we've got a problem up here.
- [Kate] He has to land.
- Kate?
- Would you tell us what
the hell is going on?
- Shay, we're gonna have
to put down real quick.
The trim tab's gone.
I'll keep you posted.
- Was that you?
- I didn't know he'd be on the plane!
- You tell me what you did right now!
(Dramatic music)
- There was a cable, I heard
them talking about it.
(Dramatic music)
- I'm calling the police.
(Dramatic music)
- Keep pushing, we'll have to try
for that hard caked
sand near the water.
In the soft sand we'll
start to do somersaults.
(Dramatic music)
Come on.
- Chris!
- I see it.
(Dramatic music)
(Lauren sighs)
- I'm sorry about that.
- Big sky, this is
Charlie, tango, delta.
We've landed, I repeat,
we've landed safely.
- Charlie, tango, this is
big sky, well done, guys.
(Dramatic music)
- Chris, are you all right?
- What the hell do you
think you were doing?
- He drove my husband to it.
- What?
- She had everything.
I never meant to hurt you.
(Dramatic music)
- My father must've been
one of the investors
that set her husband's company back.
(Dramatic music)
- We could be stuck here for awhile.
Have to fly Phil out to fix the cable.
- [Lauren] Well, if they can
find a chopper somewhere.
- All the time she was
using me to get to you.
- (Chuckles) You sure can pick 'em.
- Well, she didn't
exactly have psychopath
tattooed across her forehead.
- But I told you there was
something weird about her,
but oh, no, would you listen?
You were too busy being Mr.
testosterone.
- Well, she was a very
attractive woman.
- Yeah, if that's your type.
- Oh yes, I know, you told
me she wasn't my type.
- You should've listened to me.
- I'm gonna have a
stroll along the beach,
look around, you coming?
- You're inviting me to go
for a stroll on the beach with you?
- Yes, so?
- Well, you know, I
just wanna make sure
like it's not a date or anything.
- [Chris] Well, she was
an attractive woman.
- [Lauren] And that's an
excuse for everything.
- [Chris] No, it's just
that she, well, she, she...
- [Lauren] She what?
- [Chris] I also happen to think
she was very intelligent.
- [Lauren] Intelligent,
Chris she's a fruitcake.
(Whimsical choral music)
- It's not a date.
It's a business dinner and I
need you there as chief pilot.
- Sounds like a date to me.
If it's a date, I'll
have to buy flowers.
- It's purely business, okay?
So are you coming or not?
- Sure, as long as it's not a date.
(Guests chattering)
- Hi, I'm Kate Vernon.
Welcome to the coopes aviation dinner.
You must be Lauren Allen from big sky.
- (Chuckles) Yeah, how
do you know that?
- It's my job (Chuckles).
- [Lauren] Oh, right, this is
Chris manning, my chief pilot.
- [Kate] Pleased to meet you.
- How do you do?
- So, how's business going anyway?
I heard things were a bit
touch and go for awhile.
- Yeah, we've got a long way
to go yet, but so far so good.
- That's great, well, the
drinks are over there,
so help yourself and enjoy dinner.
- Okay, thanks.
- (Laughing) There's
no way you'd get me
on one of those tiny little planes.
I don't even feel safe in a jumbo.
- You don't know what
you're talking about.
It's a fantastic experience.
- (Chuckles) I suppose people like me
must be a real challenge to you.
Trying to convince us
of the joys of flying.
- So let me, I dare you
to come for a flight.
(Kate giggles)
(Guest chattering)
I'll be back in a minute.
(Guest chattering)
- You just left me to deal
with the most boring men
in the whole world by myself.
- Well, Lauren, I'm sorry,
but when you start
talking balance sheets,
I just kind of glaze over.
- Um do you want me to catch a taxi?
- What, do I look like the kind of guy
who would take a girl to
dinner and then just drop her?
- Well.
- I'll take you home.
- Okay.
- I gotta go.
- Oh, well, maybe I should
take you up on your offer.
- Yeah, um, there.
Now you got no excuse for backing out.
- See ya later.
- Yeah, I hope so.
(Whimsical choral music)
- Thanks, you gonna come in for coffee?
- Do you realize that
would make it a date?
- No, it doesn't.
- Oh, yes it does,
because after a date,
the person usually asks the
other person in for coffee,
but it usually means something else.
- This isn't a date, so
it doesn't mean anything.
- Okay, I'll have a whiskey.
We were just talking.
- (Scoffs) You couldn't have
been more obvious if you tried.
- How was I obvious?
- The way you were looking at her,
how close you were sitting to her.
Most of all, the
incredibly unsubtle way
you slipped her your phone number.
- Well, she was interested.
- She was just being polite.
- No way, she was sending
out signals loud and clear.
- Oh, really, such as?
- Body language, she was begging
for an invitation to go flying.
(Lauren laughs)
Well, how do you know if
someone's interested?
- Well, it takes a bit more
than one drink at a bar.
- Why, attraction's spontaneous.
- Men only say that, because
the minute they see a woman,
they immediately think of sex.
- Well, if you see a good looking bloke
walking down the street, do you look?
- I guess.
- The defense rests.
- (Chuckles) That's
physical attraction.
There's more to a person
than the way they look.
(Chuckles) Intelligence is very sexy.
- Yes, it is, and I happen to
find her very intelligent.
- I didn't realize you
were that interested.
- Well, I think I might be.
(Dramatic music)
- Charlie, tango, delta,
this is echo, whiskey, Victor.
Hurry up, Scotty, I'm on approach.
I'm still four and a half
minutes inside the record.
- Echo, whiskey, Victor, this
is Charlie, tango, delta,
and not enough, you'll never make it.
- You wish, echo, whiskey, Victor.
(Dramatic music)
Here at last, Scotty (Laughs).
Yes.
- I hope I'm not interrupting anything.
- No, it's great to see you.
- Shay, we should ah,
reorganize some jobs.
We're a plane down.
- Yeah, sure, cool.
- You took up a challenge
to get me in the air.
Hardly seems fair to let you
down after all your hard work.
- Well, it's just that...
- Well, I'll pay, of course.
- No, it's not that.
It's, you know, I've got
milk run to the bush.
It's not very picturesque.
- Well, it's still flying, isn't it?
- Let's go.
(Plane engine roaring)
- Who is that?
- Oh, it's just a woman
he met last night.
- Hmm, talk about hots for each other.
Oh, hey, he's a sleaze.
He goes out with you and
he ends up with her.
- No, no, we weren't going out.
We were just together.
- Oh yeah, but even so.
- Haven't you got
something you could do?
(Plane engine roaring)
- Good one, brettsky, ah,
this will make Lauren's day.
- You owe me a 100 bucks, mate.
- You just snapped the wing spar,
and you're worried about a 100 bucks.
Mate, she's gonna hang you out to dry.
- Hey, it was wind shear.
There was nothing I could do about it.
- I don't call $40,000.00
worth of damage
to a wing spar nothing.
Not to mention the fact
that a plane that's not in the air,
isn't making money.
- It's insured, isn't it?
- Not against abject stupidity.
- Look, it wasn't my fault.
There was wind shear as I was landing.
- It wasn't an emergency landing.
The two of you were
playing silly buggers,
and I'm supposed to foot the bill.
I thought you had more
brains than that, Scotty.
- It won't happen again.
- And you make sure it doesn't.
You can go.
Brett, this isn't the first
time this has happened, is it?
Forcing another plane
to abort its takeoff,
ignoring control tower directives.
Not really an impressive record.
- Come on, Lauren, there's
not a pilot around here
who hasn't screwed up a few times.
Why am I getting singled out?
- Because you've struck
out twice already.
You're obviously not gonna change.
Strike three, Brett.
- Come on, Lauren.
- Your pay's been drawn up.
Take it and go.
(Telephone ringing)
(Door thuds)
(Plane engine roaring)
- So, how does it feel now?
- It's amazing, just like you said.
- Well, I told you you
wouldn't be disappointed.
- So, I guess it's my turn
to dare you to do something.
- Well, like what?
- Well, I'm thinking it's no
fun if it's not a challenge,
but I don't know enough about you.
- Yet.
(Plane thuds)
Damn.
- [Kate] What's wrong?
- It's nothing, it's ah,
the trim tab seems to
be stuck on something.
- Is that serious?
- No, no, it's nothing to worry about.
It just means I haven't
got as much control.
The landing could be a bit rough.
It's okay.
(Kate chuckles nervously)
(Plane thuds)
- She's not gonna give
me another chance,
and I'm supposed to just call it sweet.
Well, stuff her.
- You can get another job.
Just check out the safari bar.
- Oh, get real, mate.
Without a reference, I've got bubkes.
- You can always go back in there,
and ask her for your job back.
- What're you talking about?
- Well, she may have
calmed down by now.
Just confront her.
- You reckon?
- What have you got to lose?
- Calm on, Lauren.
Do you think I'd be stupid
enough to do it again?
- I can't take that chance,
and don't go behind my
back to Chris this time,
because he totally
agrees with my decision.
- How about at least
giving me a reference?
- Brett, you were fired.
What sort of reference do you think...
- What am I supposed to do?
(Dramatic music)
- Well, you should've
thought of that before.
(Dramatic music)
- [Kate] Can you fix it?
- Yeah, I just gotta get the trim tab
in the neutral position.
Otherwise, taking off will
be a bit rough, come on.
Okay, now, could you grab that, that,
yeah, that's the trim tab.
Now, when I say pull it
up, just pull it up.
- You mean push it up.
- I mean push it up.
All right, now.
(Trim tab thuds)
Excellent, that'll do it.
- [Lauren] Charlie, tango,
delta, this is big sky base.
(Kate giggles)
Charlie, tango, delta, come in.
Chris, are you there?
- Big sky, this is
Charlie, tango, delta.
I'm on the ground at gilla.
There's a slight problem
with the trim tab.
- Oh, if this keeps up, I
won't have any planes left.
What's your eta?
- Ah, 13 hundred.
- Can you make it as fast
as you can, big sky.
- Charlie, tango.
(Sighs) Sorry, work calling.
Would you care to have
dinner with me tonight?
(Kate chuckles)
(Plane engine roaring)
- Are you sure this
going to be all right?
- What?
- Well, us going out to dinner.
- Well, why wouldn't it be?
- Well, what about Lauren?
Won't she mind?
- Well, it's none of her business.
- Oh, so you're one of these couples
who have an understanding, is that it?
- (Laughing) Couples, me and Lauren?
- So you're not?
- No way.
- Oh, when you turned up to
dinner, you look like you were.
- No, no, it's purely professional.
- Mrs. toohey, let me
from all of us at big sky
offer our condolences at the
tragic loss of your husband.
- Thank you.
- Now, when we begin the ceremony,
we'll slow the plane right down,
so the engines don't
distract from the occasion.
Also to minimize air speed
during the scattering.
I assure you a fitting tribute.
- Sounds fine, let's get going.
- As you wish.
(Plane engine roaring)
(Dramatic organ music)
- You're not.
- Silence, please, sister.
(Dramatic organ music)
- What the hell is that?
Turn it off!
- I like it, be quiet.
(Dramatic organ music)
- Would you, um, like
to say a few words
before the scattering?
- Come on.
(Plane thuds)
(Dramatic organ music)
This was supposed to be
a touching farewell,
not a total debacle!
What sort of airline are
you people running?
- I, I offer you and your
family my deepest sympathies.
We've, we've never done ashes before.
- It was a pocket of
clear air turbulence.
There was no way of predicting it.
- You're pilots, you should have
those sort of things factored in.
- I'm sorry, there's just nothing
we could've done about it.
- It's consider a tithing problem.
It won't happened again.
We'll, we'll get it right next time.
- There won't be a next time!
I'm gonna litigate the pants off you!
You'll be hearing from me!
Auntie!
- Eh, now just a minute.
I don't think we need
to take legal action
over what was essentially an accident.
- It was blatant incompetence.
Now, I haven't been into
this in detail yet,
but let's just start
with breach of contract.
- Ah, you're kidding?
- Negligence, that idiot was clearly
an unquestionably negligent.
- It's not jimbo's fault he tripped.
- He showed reckless indifference
by failing to take adequate precaution
for a foreseeable mid
flight occurrence.
- Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
If the worms don't get you,
the fans hypoallergenic suction
with triple filter action must.
(All laughing)
Whoop.
- Jimbo, I think you should show
a little bit more respect for the dead.
- That catholic guilt, it
stays with you forever.
- What if we found the ashes
and we did the ceremony again.
Would that change things?
- You're not getting it.
This was supposed to
be a solemn moment.
Where was the respect?
I mean it was all they could do
to stop themselves from laughing.
- Mr. Nichols, my staff take
their responsibilities very seriously.
- Lauren, we bagged him.
- It's okay, that's um, something else.
Please, just give us a chance.
We can do this properly, I promise.
- I very much doubt it.
- Jimbo, Lexie, get the ashes,
and arrange the scattering now.
- Pretty good running repair.
- Couldn't have done it
without my co-pilot.
- I'll check the control cables.
Make sure the problem's not there.
Lucky they didn't go.
Would've been nasty.
- How long?
- Give us an hour.
- Well, thanks for the flight.
I'd better go.
- What about dinner?
- Well, we'll say I'll meet
you here around seven.
- Okay, book a table.
- Nice lady.
- [Chris] I saw her first.
(Both chuckle)
- [Lexie] Phil, we are the ashes?
- Over there on the bench.
(Dramatic music)
- [Jimbo] Phil!
- Well, they were there.
Cleaner must've junked them.
(Dramatic organ music)
- Novel concept an airline
without any planes.
Unless of course, someone
who wants to sue us
for everything we've got.
- What for?
- Oh, over the ashes.
- What is this thing about ashes?
We have a fire or something?
- I wish, Chris, there
really is something
wrong with that trim tab, isn't there?
- You think I made it up?
- Well, you know, Kate's a
very attractive girl, and I...
- Ah, I see, you're
suggesting that I made it up,
so I could spend more time with Kate.
- Yeah, well, the thought
had crossed my mind.
- Well, I tell you something funnier.
She thought we were on together.
- (Chuckles) Where'd she get that idea?
- Well, must've been the dinner.
She said we look like
an old married couple.
- Well, some toyboy
you turned out to be.
- Well, I'll try harder next time.
(Lauren chuckles)
- Lauren, he's doing it.
We're being sued.
- Oh, what, I promised
he would make good.
This is unfair.
If we don't find those ashes,
we're in so much trouble.
- Hey, check it out!
- Oh, that'll be useful.
- Could be.
- How'd you do?
- Oh yeah, we'd love to
give you a job, mate,
but you've got a reputation.
- Ah, sorry, just keep going.
- Mate, you know how small
this business is, I'm poison.
- You've only tried those guys.
You've gotta keep going.
- It's easy for you to
say, you've got a job.
Hey, what if you'd have won the bet?
You could've damaged the
plane just as easy.
- Whoa, so it's my fault now, is it?
- It takes two to make a bet.
- Yeah, but I wouldn't reck
a plane trying to win it.
- You're such a sock.
- And you're such a
whinger, get over it.
- Come on, mate, you've
gotta get me a reference.
If I don't have one, I'll never
work in this industry again.
- I'm not exactly Lauren's
favorite person at the moment either.
- Come on, mate, I'd do it for you.
She has screwed up my
life, this rich bitch.
Someone oughta make her pay.
- Come on, I'll take you home, okay?
- Hey, if that's all
you're gonna do for me,
you can piss off.
- Oh, Kate, hi.
- Hi.
- [Lauren] Chris left this for you.
He's had to go and pick up his kids.
- Oh, thank you.
- Stranded or something.
- I wonder if he'll be home by now?
Chris told me you inherited
big sky from your father.
- (Chuckles) No great prize
though, let me tell you.
- But you're pretty successful now.
- [Lauren] Yeah, things
are getting better.
- I admire anyone who
runs her own business.
I suppose with the hours you work,
meeting guys must be pretty difficult.
- Oh, ah, yeah.
- My husband died late last year.
I never thought I'd get
involved with anyone again.
- Oh, sorry to hear that.
- It was awful.
I heard the car running in the garage.
By the time I got there he was dead.
(Dramatic music)
Such a waste of life.
He got so depressed because
his business went under.
- That's terrible.
- Ended up losing everything,
my house, my husband.
- Kate, you don't have
to tell me all of this.
- I'm sorry, burdening you
with all my problems.
- No, it's, it's okay.
- I should go.
If you're interested, I've
got a lot of contacts.
Maybe I could throw
some business your way.
- Oh, great, I never say
no to new business.
- Great, well, I'll make up
a list of likely people,
and get one sent over to you.
- Okay, thanks, I'd appreciate that.
(Knocking on door)
- Oh, Kate, hi, I'm sorry.
- I got your message.
I had a nice little
chat to Lauren anyway.
- Oh yeah, what about?
- (Chuckles) Wouldn't you like to know?
I thought we were going out to dinner?
- So did I.
What's, what's the matter.
- I guess I should tell you.
My husband died not long ago.
- Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.
- I never expected to
meet anyone so soon.
- Well, do you want to
take things a bit slower?
- I don't know what I want.
(Dramatic music)
(Telephone ringing)
Hello?
- [Lauren] Ah no, no one
else has got a key.
- [Kate] Hello?
- Oh ah, hi, is um, is
Chris there, please?
- He can't come to the phone right now.
- I know it's late,
but could you ask him
to give Lauren a call?
- Sure.
- Thanks.
(Mysterious music)
- Who was that?
- I don't know, they hung up.
- Oh, now where were we?
(Mysterious music)
- Hey, happy boy, so ah,
what're we talking,
a quiet little number or da,
da, da, dum, Beethoven's 5th?
- What?
- Is she like a minuet,
or is she like full
orchestra with crescendo?
- You are so crass.
- What's wrong with a musical analogy?
- Beethoven.
- Oh, so it's serious.
- Could be.
- It's pretty quick, isn't it?
- Quick, this is from a bloke
who falls in love without
knowing a girl's name.
- Names, names are just
convenient labels, Chris.
So, you know, what're you
feeling, apart from the obvious?
- Well, we get on
together, it's real good.
- Well, the fact that
her husband's gone,
you know, she could be on the rebound.
- Oh, what are you, a psychologist now?
- It's worth thinking about.
- Morning, are you ready?
- Do we have to?
- If you don't want
us to get sued, yes.
- Was anything taken?
- I don't know.
I haven't been through everything yet.
It was a huge mess.
- Well, why didn't you call me?
- I did, Kate answered,
so I left a message.
She didn't tell you?
- Must've slipped her mind.
- I think it was Brett.
- Well, did Brett say anything
about getting even with Lauren,
or getting back at big sky or anything?
- Well, I mean, yeah, he was
really pissed off with Lauren,
but that would've been
the grog talking.
- I don't think so, Scotty.
- Well, I can go an ask him.
- It won't do any good.
He'll only deny it.
It wouldn't have slipped her mind.
She should've given you the message.
- Yeah, I don't know what happened.
- [Lauren] She might've
done it on purpose.
- Lauren, what've you got
against her exactly?
- Nothing, I don't care
who you go out with.
It's got nothing to do with me.
- Good, I'm glad to hear it.
- [Jimbo] It's appalling how much waste
the human race creates.
- [Lexie] Let's just find the
bag and get out of here.
- We, we, we are drowning
in our own refuse.
Well, doesn't that worry you?
I wonder where Harold's
soul is right now?
- I don't know.
I don't know the timing
of these things.
- No, I, I think you're
supposed to like
do your time in limbo before
you go to the pearly gates.
- Limbo's not compulsory, is it?
- Well, I think for poor Harold it is.
- Jimbo, don't say that, that's awful.
- Not until his final
wishes are carried out,
how can he be laid at rest?
Sorry, they're the rules.
- I've don't believe it.
That was Jeff Hamilton
from southwest air
checking on a reference I
apparently wrote for Brett.
- You're kidding.
- Yeah, he wanted to know why
we were letting such a good pilot go.
- Well, he's obviously
knocked a letterhead off,
and wrote himself one.
- Yeah, with my signature on it.
The guy's out of control.
- It's hopeless, we're
never gonna find him.
- Poor Harold, condemned
to wander for eternity.
- Just like we will be.
How are we gonna tell Lauren?
- Rocks, scissors, paper.
How about best out of five?
- Go on.
- Eh, Lauren.
- Tell me you found the ashes.
- Okay, we found the ashes.
- So I can believe it.
- We've looked everywhere,
they're gone.
- (Groans) Carl Nichols will
be here in half an hour.
What am I gonna say?
I can't tell him that.
He'll sue us for every cent we've got.
- He can't really make a case
out of someone tripping, can he?
- He'll give it a damn good try.
Shay, call him and see
if you can put him off.
I've gotta come up with something.
- Hey, look, you can't go in there.
- [Brett] Just watch me.
- Don't be a total reject, Brett.
- I lost the chance of a new
job today because of you.
- You should've thought of that
before you faked the reference.
- You just couldn't
let it be, could you?
What was I suppose to do?
- You're blaming everyone but yourself.
- [Brett] As if you'd
know what it's like.
- I'd get out of here now.
- Hey, ah, come on, mate.
- You'll get it one day.
- Oh, trashing my flat
wasn't enough for you.
You want to be up for assault as well?
- I didn't trash your flat!
- What about forging my signature?
That's a serious offense.
Brett, this is your last warning.
Don't show your face around here again.
Have you got that?
(Mysterious music)
(Lauren sighs)
(Mysterious music)
- Hi, Lauren, I was just
about to come and see you.
- Take your time.
- Well, for a start, you can call
Tony cormack at regional events,
because I know he's not happy
with the company he's
using at the moment.
- Well, great, thanks, I will.
- Chris told me about your flat.
Must've been awful.
- Yeah, it was.
- Any idea who did it?
Why would someone do
something like that?
- Can we get back to business, Kate?
- I'm sorry, um, I thought you
might wanna talk about it.
- Look, maybe this isn't
the best time to do this.
- I'm just trying to help, Lauren.
Why won't you let me do that?
I'd like us to be friends.
- The last few days have
just been really awful,
and um, I don't think I'm really up to
thinking about new customers right now.
Could we do this some other time?
Here you go.
- Sure.
(Mysterious music)
I get the message.
- I don't know how to explain it,
but there is something
a bit odd about Kate.
- Ah, here we go again.
What is your problem with her?
- It's the way she's always around.
She keeps asking questions
about the business.
There's, I don't know,
there's something else.
There's something more there.
- You're paranoid.
- No, Chris, you don't see it.
She's different with me.
- Lauren, you're imagining things.
- I can't put my finger on it.
It's the way she talks.
I mean, I don't wanna know about
how her husband killed himself.
(Dramatic music)
- Her husband committed suicide?
- Yeah, didn't she tell you about it?
- Well, she told me he died.
- See, there's something about her.
Why would she tell me
about that and not you?
- Well, maybe because she thought
I'd feel differently about her.
That doesn't make her a weirdo.
- Chris, I can't help the way I feel.
(Dramatic music)
I can assure you, Mr. Nichols,
we've done everything within our power
to make amends for the incident.
- Please, find comfort in the knowledge
that Harold is at one with the universe
and that the world is...
- You had your chance and you blew it.
I'll be filing papers
with the court tomorrow.
- No, please, Mr. Nichols,
there must be some other way.
- I found him, I found him.
- But we looked everywhere.
- I know and I am very sorry.
I put him away very
carefully in a safe spot,
and I must've forgot where I put him.
I'm very sorry.
- Well, we could have the
ceremony again right now.
- Let's just give him the peace
he's been looking for, Carl.
- I'll reserve my decision
until the ceremony
has been carried out to
my complete satisfaction.
- Don't worry, Mrs. toohey,
they'll be no more accidents.
I've um, I've got it all worked out.
- You're very kind.
- Um, do you think, um, if
everything went to plan,
maybe Carl might call
the whole thing off?
- You just leave him to me, dear.
Harold never could stand him anyway.
- Bless you.
- What're you doing here?
- What's the matter, Lauren?
Have you got something to hide?
- What're you talking about?
- Life must be so difficult for you.
You've had everything
handed to you on a plate.
- I don't think you've got any idea
how hard I've worked to
build this business up.
- I think I've got a pretty good idea.
- Like hell you have.
- (Chuckles) Maybe you're
just jealous of me and Chris.
You want Chris all to yourself, do you?
Well, what if I told you
that Chris is falling in love with me?
- Then that would be Chris's business.
- But you wouldn't approve, would you?
Because you don't like me.
- No, I don't, but that's irrelevant.
- Like father, like daughter.
(Dramatic music)
Ruining lives must run in your family.
You're a chip off the
old block, Lauren.
Daddy would be proud of you.
- How do you know my father?
- [Shay] Lauren.
- [Lauren] Yeah?
- Uh, just to let you know
that you're gonna have
to do Chris's run
in the chieftain to coffs harbor.
- What do I employ him for?
- [Shay] Well, he's already
done the maximum hours.
- Okay.
(Dramatic music)
I don't know what you're playing
yet, but get off this base.
(Dramatic music)
- Kate, what're you doing here?
- Lauren told me not
to see you anymore.
- Oh, really, that doesn't
sound like Lauren.
- Well, that's what she said.
Don't you believe me?
(Mysterious music)
(Plane engine roaring)
(Dramatic organ music)
- Harold, dear, thank you for
50 wonderful years together.
I hope you find the peace you deserve.
(Dramatic organ music)
- Thank you, god.
(Dramatic organ music)
What a nice, little, old lady.
- A shame about the nephew.
- Yeah, but at least
we're off the hook.
- Good news, guys, found
what you're looking for.
Out on the workbench.
- Well, I didn't know what else to do.
I thought we were gonna be
sued for everything we had.
- All well and good, but who,
or what did we scatter up there?
- Do you really wanna know?
- You realize we're gonna
have to go up again.
I mean, poor Harold
is, is not at peace.
- [Lexie] Third time lucky.
(Plane engine roaring)
- Lauren, I wanna talk
to you about something.
- Oh, I'm sorry, haven't got time.
- All right, I'll come with you.
(Plane engine roaring)
What's this about you
telling Kate not to see me.
- I said nothing of the sort.
- No, I didn't think so.
(Dramatic music)
- Are you in love with her?
(Dramatic music)
- No.
(Cable thuds)
(Dramatic music)
- Chris, the trim tab's not responding.
(Dramatic music)
- Phil fixed it, I saw him.
(Dramatic music)
- Brett, oh, I can't
believe he'd go this far.
- Push the control forward.
(Dramatic music)
- Chris, help me.
(Dramatic music)
- We have to land and
we have to land now.
- There isn't an airstrip for miles.
- A beach, anything
that's flat, Lauren.
(Dramatic music)
- But he's promised.
Oh, Kate, hi.
- You haven't seen Chris, have you?
- Yeah, he's gone on a
flight with Lauren.
(Dramatic music)
- I though Lauren was going by herself.
- She was, what's the problem?
- You have to get them
to land right now.
(Dramatic music)
- Charlie, tango,
delta, this is big sky.
Chris, are you there?
- Shay, we've got a problem up here.
- [Kate] He has to land.
- Kate?
- Would you tell us what
the hell is going on?
- Shay, we're gonna have
to put down real quick.
The trim tab's gone.
I'll keep you posted.
- Was that you?
- I didn't know he'd be on the plane!
- You tell me what you did right now!
(Dramatic music)
- There was a cable, I heard
them talking about it.
(Dramatic music)
- I'm calling the police.
(Dramatic music)
- Keep pushing, we'll have to try
for that hard caked
sand near the water.
In the soft sand we'll
start to do somersaults.
(Dramatic music)
Come on.
- Chris!
- I see it.
(Dramatic music)
(Lauren sighs)
- I'm sorry about that.
- Big sky, this is
Charlie, tango, delta.
We've landed, I repeat,
we've landed safely.
- Charlie, tango, this is
big sky, well done, guys.
(Dramatic music)
- Chris, are you all right?
- What the hell do you
think you were doing?
- He drove my husband to it.
- What?
- She had everything.
I never meant to hurt you.
(Dramatic music)
- My father must've been
one of the investors
that set her husband's company back.
(Dramatic music)
- We could be stuck here for awhile.
Have to fly Phil out to fix the cable.
- [Lauren] Well, if they can
find a chopper somewhere.
- All the time she was
using me to get to you.
- (Chuckles) You sure can pick 'em.
- Well, she didn't
exactly have psychopath
tattooed across her forehead.
- But I told you there was
something weird about her,
but oh, no, would you listen?
You were too busy being Mr.
testosterone.
- Well, she was a very
attractive woman.
- Yeah, if that's your type.
- Oh yes, I know, you told
me she wasn't my type.
- You should've listened to me.
- I'm gonna have a
stroll along the beach,
look around, you coming?
- You're inviting me to go
for a stroll on the beach with you?
- Yes, so?
- Well, you know, I
just wanna make sure
like it's not a date or anything.
- [Chris] Well, she was
an attractive woman.
- [Lauren] And that's an
excuse for everything.
- [Chris] No, it's just
that she, well, she, she...
- [Lauren] She what?
- [Chris] I also happen to think
she was very intelligent.
- [Lauren] Intelligent,
Chris she's a fruitcake.
(Whimsical choral music)