Skymed (2022–…): Season 1, Episode 1 - Pilots And Nurses And Bears, Oh My! - full transcript
[birds chirping]
[bear grunting]
[insects chirping]
[roaring]
[man on radio]: SkyMed
911, this is Dispatch.
Got a hunter at a fly-in
camp with an airstrip.
Probably just needs
steri-strips. Are you able?
- You got coordinates
for the airstrip?
- That's not a runway,
it's a goddamn quarry.
- Nice and crunchy, too.
Precautionary approach?
- Got to. Runway condition?
- Gravel looks firm.
Can't see any obstacles.
- Hold onto your butts.
- Come on. Dispatch
said he had a camp.
Elroy, I'm your flight nurse,
Crystal. This is Chopper.
Can I have a look?
[man grunting]
- Okay, that's gonna need a
lot more than steri-strips.
- You've lost a lot
of blood, Elroy.
I'm gonna start an IV and
put dressing over your wound,
but we need to get
you to a hospital.
- On it.
[man groaning]
[engine revving]
- Damn it, Chopper,
go fast but easy!
- This shit ain't paved, Crys!
[tense music]
- Tell Thompson
we're coming in hot.
[upbeat music]
[theme music]
[train horn blaring]
[woman over PA system]: Attention,
passengers. The 16-15 bus to Windy Lake
making all stops is now
pre-boarding on Bay 1.
- Excuse me?
You wouldn't happen to know
which direction the
airport is, would you?
- Got five skids of
produce here, two pop.
We can send it on
the sched, or...
[indistinct radio chatter]
Freighter it is. I'll get
a Caravan loaded. Bye.
Cargo or passenger?
- Um... SkyMed?
Someone was supposed to pick
me up from the bus depot.
- Damn it, Brad
must have forgot.
You're Hayley Roberts,
right? The new nurse?
- Yeah.
- Thompson's small.
SkyMed's smaller.
I'm Lexi, by the way.
Some of your boxes came today.
The cargo guys in
Winnipeg are animals.
If any of your stuff's
broken, just let me know.
I'll kick their asses.
[upbeat music continues]
- Bodie! Last trip up, huh?
- Fingers crossed, man.
[all cheering]
- Guess who's back, baby?
- Oh, yeah!
[laughing]
- Mr. Air Canada!
How you doing, playboy?
- You dicks.
I don't even got the job yet.
- Good as.
You... are the golden boy.
- This is extra.
[cheering]
- Let's go!
[hip-hop music]
[cheering]
So, what was the sit-down like?
Hey, did they ask about
breaking air regs?
- No, the sit-down was nothing. It's
the psych eval you gotta worry about.
- Did they ask you
the suicide question?
- Ten different ways over 300
multiple choice. But dude, get this...
They asked if I'd rather
be a florist or a poet?
- What does that mean?
God, I wish I would've taken
the psych course at UCN.
- Hey, it's not too late. You still
gotta take that Left Seat when I leave.
- I want your room, too. The
heating vent actually works.
- It's yours.
- Yeah, about that, Boderton.
I had to temporarily
commandeer your bed.
- And what'd you do to
piss Lynn off this time?
- I'm trying to give her a few days
to cool down before I go home to ask.
- Uh, is this the
SkyMed crew residence?
- Dibs.
- Okay, okay!
Why don't you studs...
You guys go help
her with her stuff.
- Hey.
- Yeah, I got her.
- Alright, you guys, you
heard what Wheezer said.
Let's make her feel welcome.
- Pilots... Cool enough to
handle 15,000 pounds of aluminum
at 310 knots, and they stove
it in over a pretty girl.
[chuckling] I'm
Wheezer, by the way.
- Hayley. Do they,
um, all live here?
- Yup, all the medevac
crews, nurses, pilots...
When you're on duty,
you're on call 24/7,
so it's just more efficient
to keep everyone together.
Actually, it's really nice, really
cozy being on top of each other.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Uh, you
know, dust-ups, hook-ups,
break-ups, drunk-ups,
throw ups...
God, I miss this house.
Hey, why don't I
give you the tour?
- Thanks.
- Come on in. This is the kitchen.
Gentlemen... And the
laundry room's down here.
- Welcome back, babe!
[laughing]
- Mads, what are you doing here?
- Celebrating! I've already
been looking online,
and I found so many great apartments
for when we move to Toronto.
God, I cannot wait to
live in a big city!
- Madison...
[sighing]
We need to talk.
[soft music]
[phone ringing tone]
[Dad]: Hey, Hayley. Did
you make it up okay?
I thought your bus was
supposed to get in at three.
- Yeah. Why, um... Why is there
a referral in my stuff, Dad?
- I asked your doctor.
If you insist on moving up there,
you're going to need a specialist.
- No, I don't. There's
nothing wrong with me.
- Hayley, you can't
keep putting it off.
How long are you going
to be up there for?
- Look, Dad, I gotta go. I
have an early day tomorrow.
[phone beeps]
[sighing]
[rhythmic music]
[Chopper]: Thompson radio, this
is SkyMed 911 VFR to North House
taxiing off of runway 006.
[rhythmic music continues]
So, this is just the airstrip.
The community's west of here.
So, a volunteer will drive you to
the Nursing Station for the patient.
- What, uh, Nation is this?
- Don't ask him,
he doesn't know shit about anything
up here. He's from Forest Hill.
- Go Raps.
[car horn honking]
[speaking Nêhiyawwin]
- Hey, somebody
call an ambulance?
'Cause you got my blood pumping
in all the wrong places!
Oh! What's up,
Crys? [laughing]
Whoa, who's your friend?
- I'm Hayley.
- Ignore him. Get in.
- Ah, don't worry about her.
Why yes, my name is Jeremy,
and yeah, I am a stunning specimen
of manliness. You'd know, eh, Crys?
- Shuy! Shut up and drive.
- OMG, you got it?!
[excited squealing]
You are the best.
- This came out this morning.
- The internet is
super dodgy up here,
so I gotta Pin stuff old school.
Okay!
This is Ernest, a 50-year-old
with type 2 diabetes
going to Island
Lake for dialysis.
Vitals stable, latest blood
work within normal range.
- Okay, ready to go.
Pulse oximeter, BP
cuff... All good.
- Nurse Roberts says
we're good to go.
- Whoa!
[grunting]
- Always strap the patient in.
- Right.
[indistinct radio chatter]
[whirring]
[Dispatch]: 911,
this is Dispatch.
- Dispatch, this
is 911. Go ahead.
- Now that you've dropped off your patient,
you're being redeployed to Carnegie Hydro Dam
for emergency pick up and
transport to Winnipeg.
- Here we go. Time
for the real deal.
- The fans were shut
down for maintenance.
They should never have come on.
- Hi, I'm your flight nurse
Crystal, and this is Hayley.
We're from SkyMed. We're
gonna have a look, okay?
Can you tell me your
name and where we are?
[shuddering]
- Steve.
We're at the...
we're at hydro dam.
- The big risk here is not knowing
the extent of his injuries.
We could be dealing with internal
bleeding, head injuries, fractures,
but we won't know until we get
him to Winnipeg for imaging.
- Multiple lacerations
and contusions,
but none of them look too deep.
Laceration on the chest
appears superficial.
- We want him stable as possible
before we get on the plane.
Once we're in the air, doing anything,
even giving drugs gets a lot harder.
- Hey! So...
Sounds like Bodie's gonna be heading
to AC before winter, lucky bastard.
- Soon as he does, you're looking at
number four in line for a right seat.
- Ooh-wee!
That deserves a
beer to celebrate.
When you gonna let
me buy you one, huh?
- When we don't work together.
- Oh, come on, Lex!
Nine out of ten female pilots don't
make it to the cockpit up here.
Why not have a little fun?
- 'Cause I didn't bust my ass
through seven years of Air Cadets
and four years of a
Commercial Aviation degree
to not be that one
out of ten, B-rad.
- Okay!
[indistinct radio chatter]
- How you holding
up, Steve? Okay?
- You know I wasn't even
supposed to work today?
Picked up a shift.
It's my kid's
birthday next week.
He wanted a... bike.
[medical machines beeping]
[Steve grunting]
- His O2 sats are dropping.
[machines beeping rapidly]
- Decreased lung
sounds right side.
He's got a sucking chest wound.
- He needs a chest tube or his
pneumo will tension and he'll arrest.
- You didn't flag this
before we took off?!
- I-I thought it
was superficial.
- Get him on oxygen, now!
- We're still 45 minutes
away from Winnipeg, we...
We don't have the proper
equipment, we're not qualified!
- You're thinking hospital
protocols, okay? This is a medevac.
There's only us and what
we have on this plane.
We need to divert to Thompson.
Tell Dispatch to have an
ambulance meet us on the ground.
[pilot]: Copy that.
- This is the North.
We make do with what
we have, or people die.
[Steve grunting]
35-year-old male, impact with an industrial
fan grill at a high rate of speed.
Patient presented with
pneumothorax, mid-flight.
- Resourceful as always, Crystal. Bay
3, prep for a chest tube. I got it.
- They'll give him a tube,
evaluate his injuries.
It's just our job to
get them here alive.
After that, he's their problem.
[indistinct PA announcement]
What did you work
before you came up here?
ER, ICU, Critical Care?
- L&D.
- Labour and Delivery?
Jesus Christ.
- I-I worked at Sinai,
the most high-risk birthing
centre in the country.
- That's the training
you came up here with?
You see how little
we're working with,
and on top of that, we get
stuck with someone like you?
- I'm a good nurse.
- So am I. In a relevant field.
What the hell made
you come up here?
You know what? This may just
be some fun adventure to you,
but this is our lives.
We take care of our own
because no one else will.
And if you can't handle
that, you shouldn't be here.
[door opening]
- Ladies! You're just in time.
I got the barbecue all fired up
for a welcome dinner for Hayley.
- Um... I'm too tired to eat.
Thanks, though, Wheezer.
[door slamming]
- Just say it.
- I flew you down to Winnipeg
when you went to Nursing School,
and you cried the whole way.
New experiences are hard.
- You don't have to fly with her.
- The North challenges
people, Crys. Makes them grow.
And it's not always pleasant, but you gotta
give them the room to do that growing.
- Do you know how many
"Hayleys" I've had to train?
They come up here thinking
they'll have some fun
and make big bucks,
and then they leave.
Because they can't
hack it, okay?
The "Hayleys" never stay.
And this one won't either.
- You wanna just throw
yourself on my AK?
Always on your phone, bro.
Dude. Are you that sweaty for
an offer from a major airline?
They're not gonna send it out
after midnight, you butthead.
- You did my Line
Indoc, butthead.
You know how long it took
me to get this interview.
- Mm-hmm.
- You really never wanted
to play in the big leagues?
- No, man. Who the hell is
gonna hire a weirdo like me?
- Anyone?
[scoffing]
You're a damn good
driver, Wheez.
You have over 10,000 hours.
- I like it up here.
- Okay, nobody likes it up here.
- Oh, yes they do.
They do like it here if
they don't wanna mess
with that bullshit corporate
culture down south.
"A poet or a florist?"
- I said florist.
- Eh...
- Maybe I should've
gone poet? Or...
- Greenhorns, you're so worried
about getting somewhere,
you never stop to think if
you're going where you should.
Like directly into
my ambush, son!
- Shit!
- Boom! Headshot. Boom!
[Wheezer laughing]
[phone ringing]
- Crys!
Okay, look, I'm not stupid
enough to wake you, okay?
- Sure looks like you are.
- I, uh... I had a
little hunting accident.
- I gotta do this fast
before anyone sees you here.
- Come on, lady. My
six-pack's over here. Come on.
[grunting]
Ah. Ow, ow, awas!
What are you doing?
Geez...
- Looks like your "hunting accident"
managed to miss anything important.
- Hey...
Still smells like you.
Sunshine, sweetgrass, and...
Oh! Rage, okay! Whoa.
- Oops. Guess that's why
I'm not supposed to suture
until I'm a certified NP.
You'll need to see a doctor for
antibiotics and a tetanus shot.
- Yeah, no, I'm
not gonna do that.
- What did you do, hmm?
Steal some of that crap you
sell from the dogs you work for?
- No. I...
No, I... told the
wrong people "no".
Look, just because you and
I don't have the same lines,
doesn't mean I don't
have them, alright?
I'm trying to help the
community, Crys. Same as you.
[scoffing] - No one
needs your kind of help.
- At least I'm here.
You left. I stayed.
- Yeah, and you bitched
me out about it for years.
North House is my
home, too, you know?
- Is it?
- My family are here.
- Uh... sorry.
- Hey. You ready
to load, Chopper?
- Yeah. Ready to go.
Hey, uh... I like your braid.
It's really, uh... neat.
[chuckling] I meant
neat like "tidy".
Not neat like "cool".
Nobody says neat for cool.
'Cause that's a
lame thing to say.
Much like calling someone tidy.
- Hey, Chops.
Fuel truck's coming.
- Hey, Tristan.
- Heads up, rookie.
Ready for the most important
training you'll ever get?
Eat when you can, pee when you
can, and sleep when you can.
Oh, and dibs on the stretcher.
[airplane whirring]
- I'm not getting on
that effing plane!
- Whoa, hey!
What's going on, Cherie?
- This cranky-ass môniyaskwew is trying to
hijack my pregnant butt, that's what's going on!
You said you were just gonna
give me some prenatal vitamins.
- You're going to have your
baby any day now, Cherie.
You need to go to
Winnipeg, you know that.
- No. I did that with my
last kid, and it sucked.
Sitting alone in a nasty motel for
weeks waiting to go into labour?
I'm not doing it again. I want
to be here with my family.
- Cherie, right?
Do you remember me?
We sort of met at
the bus station.
Anyways, I'm new here.
But I used to be a labour and
delivery nurse in Toronto,
and it looks like you
might be having some pain.
Do you want me to take a look
to make sure everything's okay?
- I'm not going to
that bullshit plane.
- We can do it here.
Yeah, trust me, I'm in no rush to get
back on that bullshit plane either.
- She's got to go, Tristan.
You know she's got to.
I'm not trying to be a bully,
this is just how it is.
- I know, Camille.
- There's no doctor,
there's no help for hours
if something goes wrong.
At 36 weeks, they have
to go to Winnipeg.
- Hey. I know, I took her
there myself three weeks ago.
AÀ-Yeah, well,
somehow she came back.
- It must be scary, to have your
baby in a new place all alone.
You really don't get a choice?
- I'm having this baby
here, on the land.
Even if I gotta squat
in a tree to do it.
- Okay, I'll tell you what.
If you promise to go to
Thompson to get checked after...
I'll help you have
your baby here.
I need your obstetrics kit.
Now, we won't be able to give
you anything for the pain.
So is there any family
you want to have here?
- You can't do that! I
can't deliver a baby here.
- I can.
- Camille's not wrong.
I mean, we are a long way
away from help if we need it.
We should fly her out
for her own safety.
- There isn't any
time. She's a multip,
and she's already seven
centimetres dilated.
So we can either deliver
her here, or at 20,000 feet,
but this baby's coming.
- Baby's coming.
[indistinct chattering]
- Heard you had a
fun bear attack.
- Brought him into Dr. Denning right
after you left for the night, Trevor.
- Oof. Ouch.
And I thought we had something special
going with that chainsaw accident.
Doesn't a partial amputation
mean anything these days?
- Girl's gotta keep
her options open.
[chuckling] - Thought you might need
this to get you through practical.
- Thanks, but, uh... I don't
need any more caffeine.
My Kookum would kick my ass if
these stitches weren't straight.
- Not bad. Better than
you see in some ERs.
I mean, maybe not my ER, but...
Hey, you sure you want to
be a Nurse Practitioner?
- No. That's why I'm busting my ass
working full-time while I do a masters?
- Why not bust
ass... in med school?
Crystal, you're smart.
You've got a ton of
field experience.
We both know you
could do my job.
Maybe even as good as I do it.
- Better looking, for damn sure.
- Listen, my buddy works
for a program at U of M
that supports Indigenous
students in med school.
There are programs
at McGill, U of T...
You can leave
Thompson, you know?
- I leave Thompson all the time.
I leave to go to Shamattawa,
I leave to go to The Pas...
- Okay, alright.
You know, it's a big
world out there, Crystal.
And I think you'd
set it on fire.
[soft music]
[phone beeping]
- Hey, uh, do you think
I should take Hayley to
the dump to see the bears?
Chicks love animals... right?
- You gotta chill, dude.
- Okay. Bodie, she's pretty.
And smart, and, uh... nice.
Come on, man, I
need some A-game.
- Chops, you are the
A-game. You're a catch.
So chill on the bears, okay?
[birds chirping]
[crow cawing]
- Yep.
[groaning]
[panting]
- That was perfect, Cherie.
Give me another good one just like
that on your next contraction, okay?
You got towels
and suction ready?
- Yeah.
[panting]
[whimpering]
- Okay, the head's out.
I don't feel a cord. Let's
get those shoulders delivered.
[Cherie groaning, panting]
Okay, I'm just going
to rotate baby, okay?
Alright, Mom. I want you to put
your hands under baby's armpits,
and on your next push, I want
you to pull baby up, okay?
Okay, here we go.
[groaning]
[baby crying]
- That hard part's over, Mama.
Tristan, at two minutes,
we'll clamp the cord to cut.
- I need the placenta.
I have to wrap it,
put it in a tree to root
the baby in the land.
[soft music]
- Hope that's not coming
in here. It's full up.
- Then make room.
Look, the sched didn't make
it up to North House yesterday
because of the weather.
We gotta double up.
There's two more
skids in that hangar.
- Dude, any more and I won't
be able to secure the straps.
- You don't need to use all the straps.
- I do for a load this bulky.
- Look, these communities rely
on us to fly in vital supplies.
They can't get cut off because you
don't know how to pack a plane properly.
- I can pack a plane. But I can't
violate Aviation Authority rules.
- God. Don't be such a pussy.
Okay...
All this goes in
the plane or you go.
Got it?
[scoffing] Seriously?!
[sighing]
Shit.
- Yo, Hayley delivered
a freaking baby!
You don't understand, there was a woman
that didn't want to get on the plane, right?
And she was like, super
dilated and stuff,
and Hayley was all, "No
big deal, I got this!"
And she delivers a baby
with her bare hands!
[laughing]
Didn't see any of it, but still,
it sounds super badass, right?
- Oh, I saw it,
and it was badass.
The patient's family
even gave us gifts.
- Yeah, they gave us moose meat.
- Saving the day and bringing home
the bacon. Best flight nurse ever.
- They won't all be pregnant.
- What is your problem?
You don't know me. You don't
know why I came up here.
- I know you have no
business being up here.
Maybe you got lucky today, but the kind
of crap we deal with on the regular?
That takes a real nurse.
- Or maybe...
Maybe you're pissed that I
can recognize a stab wound
and know that it has to
be reported to police.
Don't worry. I
can keep a secret.
- Guess we'll see, won't we?
[door opening and closing]
[sighing]
[soft music]
[phone chiming]
[birds chirping]
- Didn't think you had enough kindling
in there for a helmet fire, Grodie.
What happened? Did they stop
making headsets in child-size?
- Bite me, No-sack.
- Not my type, Chodie.
[sighing]
- Let's go, Bodie.
We got a call.
[phone buzzing]
- Don't need to
borrow this after all.
- You're not planning
on driving this winter?
- Not planning on
being here this winter.
Brad tried to force me
to overload a plane.
- A little overload? Or...
- I walked out. Or he
got angry and fired me.
Depends who you ask.
So now I'm out of a job
and my spot on the ramp.
I'll have to leave Thompson,
go find some other crap town with
an airport in the middle of nowhere,
and start all over again.
[plane whirring overhead]
All I've ever wanted from the first time
I sat in the glider in cadets was to fly.
And I just threw it away.
I know what you're going to say.
"That was real stupid, Lexi. You
should've just kept your mouth shut
and gone along with it, Lexi."
[sighing]
- I'm not going to say that.
- Can you hear me now?
What about now?
- A week? I thought you were gonna
be here to help me study Immunology.
- I know, but this is
killer overtime, babe.
And I want a big wedding.
[sighing]
- I miss you.
Emma... [audio cutting]
[phone beeping]
[door opening]
- Shit.
- There's an accident
at the airstrip.
[beeping]
- What's this code?
- Flight Operations
Alert Emergency.
One of the fleet's gone down.
[Dispatch]: 911,
this is Dispatch.
You are diverting for an
emergency call in North House.
[tense music]
- The pilot, he's pinned.
The cargo slid forward,
I couldn't get to him.
- Go to the station,
man the radio.
Keep Dispatch in the loop and
tell Winnipeg to be ready for us.
- Wheezer?! I'm
coming for you, buddy!
- Wheezer? Wheezer!
- Crissy? Crissy.
- Hey. Hey, it's
me, buddy. I'm here.
- I can't move.
- Yeah, you crashed
your plane, Wheez.
You got a couple hundred kilos of
beans and condensed milk up your ass.
- I can't feel my legs.
- Bodie's gonna get you out.
- No, no, no, no.
It's not safe. The
master's still on.
[panting] I can't
move to turn it off.
- Bodes? Bodes!
- There's a ruptured tank and all
the electrics are still running.
Okay, look, we don't know what's
in the cargo, how flammable it is.
- Let's get him out fast!
[tense music]
- How many inside?
- Just the pilot.
[Lexi over radio]:
922, go to guns.
- Go ahead.
- Came back in as
soon as I heard.
How bad is it? Is Wheezer okay?
- Depends if we can get him
out before the fuel catches.
- What happened?
- Looks like the 200 was
overloaded. Cargo wasn't secure.
Wheezer must not have known,
came in fast and long.
When he hit the brakes,
the straps snapped.
It all slid forward
and pinned him.
I gotta go. We're all-in.
- The police are on their way, and
Winnipeg's sending ground support.
- That'll take too
long! Move, move, move!
- My legs are cold.
Can't feel them.
- Stay awake with me, okay?
- Yeah.
- The line's primed.
[breathing heavily]
- Tell me about this
fight you had with Lynn.
Must've been bad if you did
all this just to get out of it.
[chuckling weakly]
- I was such a stupid
kid when I moved up here.
I never thought I'd find someone,
a woman like her, you know?
I'm so... I'm so lucky.
Lynn...
I've just put her through
so much, you know?
She's so, so...
- Patient? A saint?
- The North makes
you grow, Crissy.
Makes you grow up.
This land...
raised me, Crissy.
- Wheezer?
Wheezer!
We're out of time!
Get him out, now!
- Okay...
[tense music]
- Let's move!
- Move back! Move back!
Move, please!
[indistinct shouting]
- Ah, I can get him.
- He couldn't feel
his legs, Tristan.
- Stay with us, buddy.
We got you, Wheez.
Easy does it, now.
Easy... There we go. We're
gonna get you out of here.
[grunting]
We're coming out!
- I'll get the backboard.
Set it down over there.
Okay, keep his neck as stable as possible.
- I got you, I got you.
- We gotta go fast. The whole
thing could blow at any minute.
[indistinct shouting]
- I got his head.
Alright, let's get
him ready to go.
Okay, on my count.
One, two, three.
- Son of a bitch.
[tense music]
[Chopper]: Winnipeg Centre, this is
SkyMed 911 medevac requesting priority.
[indistinct radio chatter]
- I'm taking the crew van.
[sirens wailing]
- Wait, Bodes! I gotta put the
plane to bed, I'll come with...
[tires screeching]
[soft music]
[distant sirens wailing]
- Is Wheezer okay?
- They're sending him to surgery.
It'll be a couple hours before we know.
Crystal's calling his wife.
- You know,
I came up to Thompson
with 250 hours,
a commercial license,
and not a damn clue.
My first few weeks on that ramp,
I thought about getting back
in my car and going home.
- Why didn't you?
- I met Wheezer.
He's the best pilot I know,
the best guy, and if...
[sighing]
If he can't walk...
I can't imagine
never flying again.
It'd feel like...
Like a part of me had died.
- Wheezer... will find a way.
I'm not making light
of this. This...
This is big.
The thing that's gonna kill you could
already be inside of you right now.
And you don't even
know. You just...
keep going.
That's what we have to do.
We have to live as
much life as we can.
While we can.
[soft music]
[distant plane whirring]
[phone ringing]
- Captain Pierce.
- Martine.
- Sir, I...
- 0800 tomorrow. My office.
[phone hangs up]
[soft music] [sighing]
[indistinct chattering]
- Wheezer's out of surgery.
His back's broken, but...
He can wiggle his toes.
[upbeat rock music]
- Woo!
- He's gonna be okay.
[all cheering]
- Hey, I love Wheezer
too. But I mean...
It looks like pilot error to me.
- Not if he didn't know
the plane was overloaded.
- I mean, do we
know that for sure?
- Northern Police
is looking into it.
Aviation Authority will be, too.
[indistinct chattering]
[chuckling]
- Chopper, look.
I screwed up, Chops.
Okay? After Wheezer,
I was messed up,
- You knew I liked her.
You could get any girl that
you want, Bodes, but...
why'd you have to go after her?
- I got a PFO letter.
I didn't get the job.
- Wait, what?
But how? I mean,
you're... You're Bodie.
- Who knows?
Maybe I screwed up
the cognitive test.
Maybe I flunked the psych eval.
Maybe they didn't like
my tie. Maybe they...
Maybe they didn't like me.
- Come on, Bode,
everyone loves you.
- Yeah, here.
[scoffing]
In Thompson.
[sighing]
[soft music]
- Why didn't you tell me?
- I didn't want anyone to know.
Not until I figure
something else out.
You'll keep this
to yourself, yeah?
- Of course, man. I got you.
[sighing]
[chuckling]
- I guess... Guess you won't be
getting my room anymore, huh?
- Let's go back to
the party, Bodes.
Come on. We'll get you a drink.
- Thank you. For
taking care of Wheezer.
- We take care of
our own, right?
[birds chirping]
- Bringing me breakfast isn't
going to work this time, Mads.
We're not getting back together.
- I've taken five of these
in the last two days.
I'm done being the only
one who's scared shitless.
- You're early, Martine.
- Captain Pierce. About
the cargo on the plane...
- Do you know William well?
- Everyone loves Wheezer.
Sir, I'd like the
opportunity to explain...
- We're putting his wife up at an
Airbnb in Winnipeg for his recovery.
No matter how rigorous
maintenance is,
equipment malfunctions happen.
- Equipment? The straps?
- Brad and his team flew
up to look at the crash.
It's been a problem before
with this manufacturer.
Now, with Wheezer
out of commission,
we have to shift pilots around,
which means there's an opening
in the right seat on a medevac.
Congratulations,
First Officer Martine.
- But there's still three
guys on the ramp ahead of me.
- Well, sometimes we pull
strong candidates up.
Brad called me personally to put you
forward as the next to go flightline.
You've got a big fan over there.
Look, we're a small
company, Lexi.
It's times like this we
need to stick together.
[upbeat music]
Subtitling: difuze
[bear grunting]
[insects chirping]
[roaring]
[man on radio]: SkyMed
911, this is Dispatch.
Got a hunter at a fly-in
camp with an airstrip.
Probably just needs
steri-strips. Are you able?
- You got coordinates
for the airstrip?
- That's not a runway,
it's a goddamn quarry.
- Nice and crunchy, too.
Precautionary approach?
- Got to. Runway condition?
- Gravel looks firm.
Can't see any obstacles.
- Hold onto your butts.
- Come on. Dispatch
said he had a camp.
Elroy, I'm your flight nurse,
Crystal. This is Chopper.
Can I have a look?
[man grunting]
- Okay, that's gonna need a
lot more than steri-strips.
- You've lost a lot
of blood, Elroy.
I'm gonna start an IV and
put dressing over your wound,
but we need to get
you to a hospital.
- On it.
[man groaning]
[engine revving]
- Damn it, Chopper,
go fast but easy!
- This shit ain't paved, Crys!
[tense music]
- Tell Thompson
we're coming in hot.
[upbeat music]
[theme music]
[train horn blaring]
[woman over PA system]: Attention,
passengers. The 16-15 bus to Windy Lake
making all stops is now
pre-boarding on Bay 1.
- Excuse me?
You wouldn't happen to know
which direction the
airport is, would you?
- Got five skids of
produce here, two pop.
We can send it on
the sched, or...
[indistinct radio chatter]
Freighter it is. I'll get
a Caravan loaded. Bye.
Cargo or passenger?
- Um... SkyMed?
Someone was supposed to pick
me up from the bus depot.
- Damn it, Brad
must have forgot.
You're Hayley Roberts,
right? The new nurse?
- Yeah.
- Thompson's small.
SkyMed's smaller.
I'm Lexi, by the way.
Some of your boxes came today.
The cargo guys in
Winnipeg are animals.
If any of your stuff's
broken, just let me know.
I'll kick their asses.
[upbeat music continues]
- Bodie! Last trip up, huh?
- Fingers crossed, man.
[all cheering]
- Guess who's back, baby?
- Oh, yeah!
[laughing]
- Mr. Air Canada!
How you doing, playboy?
- You dicks.
I don't even got the job yet.
- Good as.
You... are the golden boy.
- This is extra.
[cheering]
- Let's go!
[hip-hop music]
[cheering]
So, what was the sit-down like?
Hey, did they ask about
breaking air regs?
- No, the sit-down was nothing. It's
the psych eval you gotta worry about.
- Did they ask you
the suicide question?
- Ten different ways over 300
multiple choice. But dude, get this...
They asked if I'd rather
be a florist or a poet?
- What does that mean?
God, I wish I would've taken
the psych course at UCN.
- Hey, it's not too late. You still
gotta take that Left Seat when I leave.
- I want your room, too. The
heating vent actually works.
- It's yours.
- Yeah, about that, Boderton.
I had to temporarily
commandeer your bed.
- And what'd you do to
piss Lynn off this time?
- I'm trying to give her a few days
to cool down before I go home to ask.
- Uh, is this the
SkyMed crew residence?
- Dibs.
- Okay, okay!
Why don't you studs...
You guys go help
her with her stuff.
- Hey.
- Yeah, I got her.
- Alright, you guys, you
heard what Wheezer said.
Let's make her feel welcome.
- Pilots... Cool enough to
handle 15,000 pounds of aluminum
at 310 knots, and they stove
it in over a pretty girl.
[chuckling] I'm
Wheezer, by the way.
- Hayley. Do they,
um, all live here?
- Yup, all the medevac
crews, nurses, pilots...
When you're on duty,
you're on call 24/7,
so it's just more efficient
to keep everyone together.
Actually, it's really nice, really
cozy being on top of each other.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Uh, you
know, dust-ups, hook-ups,
break-ups, drunk-ups,
throw ups...
God, I miss this house.
Hey, why don't I
give you the tour?
- Thanks.
- Come on in. This is the kitchen.
Gentlemen... And the
laundry room's down here.
- Welcome back, babe!
[laughing]
- Mads, what are you doing here?
- Celebrating! I've already
been looking online,
and I found so many great apartments
for when we move to Toronto.
God, I cannot wait to
live in a big city!
- Madison...
[sighing]
We need to talk.
[soft music]
[phone ringing tone]
[Dad]: Hey, Hayley. Did
you make it up okay?
I thought your bus was
supposed to get in at three.
- Yeah. Why, um... Why is there
a referral in my stuff, Dad?
- I asked your doctor.
If you insist on moving up there,
you're going to need a specialist.
- No, I don't. There's
nothing wrong with me.
- Hayley, you can't
keep putting it off.
How long are you going
to be up there for?
- Look, Dad, I gotta go. I
have an early day tomorrow.
[phone beeps]
[sighing]
[rhythmic music]
[Chopper]: Thompson radio, this
is SkyMed 911 VFR to North House
taxiing off of runway 006.
[rhythmic music continues]
So, this is just the airstrip.
The community's west of here.
So, a volunteer will drive you to
the Nursing Station for the patient.
- What, uh, Nation is this?
- Don't ask him,
he doesn't know shit about anything
up here. He's from Forest Hill.
- Go Raps.
[car horn honking]
[speaking Nêhiyawwin]
- Hey, somebody
call an ambulance?
'Cause you got my blood pumping
in all the wrong places!
Oh! What's up,
Crys? [laughing]
Whoa, who's your friend?
- I'm Hayley.
- Ignore him. Get in.
- Ah, don't worry about her.
Why yes, my name is Jeremy,
and yeah, I am a stunning specimen
of manliness. You'd know, eh, Crys?
- Shuy! Shut up and drive.
- OMG, you got it?!
[excited squealing]
You are the best.
- This came out this morning.
- The internet is
super dodgy up here,
so I gotta Pin stuff old school.
Okay!
This is Ernest, a 50-year-old
with type 2 diabetes
going to Island
Lake for dialysis.
Vitals stable, latest blood
work within normal range.
- Okay, ready to go.
Pulse oximeter, BP
cuff... All good.
- Nurse Roberts says
we're good to go.
- Whoa!
[grunting]
- Always strap the patient in.
- Right.
[indistinct radio chatter]
[whirring]
[Dispatch]: 911,
this is Dispatch.
- Dispatch, this
is 911. Go ahead.
- Now that you've dropped off your patient,
you're being redeployed to Carnegie Hydro Dam
for emergency pick up and
transport to Winnipeg.
- Here we go. Time
for the real deal.
- The fans were shut
down for maintenance.
They should never have come on.
- Hi, I'm your flight nurse
Crystal, and this is Hayley.
We're from SkyMed. We're
gonna have a look, okay?
Can you tell me your
name and where we are?
[shuddering]
- Steve.
We're at the...
we're at hydro dam.
- The big risk here is not knowing
the extent of his injuries.
We could be dealing with internal
bleeding, head injuries, fractures,
but we won't know until we get
him to Winnipeg for imaging.
- Multiple lacerations
and contusions,
but none of them look too deep.
Laceration on the chest
appears superficial.
- We want him stable as possible
before we get on the plane.
Once we're in the air, doing anything,
even giving drugs gets a lot harder.
- Hey! So...
Sounds like Bodie's gonna be heading
to AC before winter, lucky bastard.
- Soon as he does, you're looking at
number four in line for a right seat.
- Ooh-wee!
That deserves a
beer to celebrate.
When you gonna let
me buy you one, huh?
- When we don't work together.
- Oh, come on, Lex!
Nine out of ten female pilots don't
make it to the cockpit up here.
Why not have a little fun?
- 'Cause I didn't bust my ass
through seven years of Air Cadets
and four years of a
Commercial Aviation degree
to not be that one
out of ten, B-rad.
- Okay!
[indistinct radio chatter]
- How you holding
up, Steve? Okay?
- You know I wasn't even
supposed to work today?
Picked up a shift.
It's my kid's
birthday next week.
He wanted a... bike.
[medical machines beeping]
[Steve grunting]
- His O2 sats are dropping.
[machines beeping rapidly]
- Decreased lung
sounds right side.
He's got a sucking chest wound.
- He needs a chest tube or his
pneumo will tension and he'll arrest.
- You didn't flag this
before we took off?!
- I-I thought it
was superficial.
- Get him on oxygen, now!
- We're still 45 minutes
away from Winnipeg, we...
We don't have the proper
equipment, we're not qualified!
- You're thinking hospital
protocols, okay? This is a medevac.
There's only us and what
we have on this plane.
We need to divert to Thompson.
Tell Dispatch to have an
ambulance meet us on the ground.
[pilot]: Copy that.
- This is the North.
We make do with what
we have, or people die.
[Steve grunting]
35-year-old male, impact with an industrial
fan grill at a high rate of speed.
Patient presented with
pneumothorax, mid-flight.
- Resourceful as always, Crystal. Bay
3, prep for a chest tube. I got it.
- They'll give him a tube,
evaluate his injuries.
It's just our job to
get them here alive.
After that, he's their problem.
[indistinct PA announcement]
What did you work
before you came up here?
ER, ICU, Critical Care?
- L&D.
- Labour and Delivery?
Jesus Christ.
- I-I worked at Sinai,
the most high-risk birthing
centre in the country.
- That's the training
you came up here with?
You see how little
we're working with,
and on top of that, we get
stuck with someone like you?
- I'm a good nurse.
- So am I. In a relevant field.
What the hell made
you come up here?
You know what? This may just
be some fun adventure to you,
but this is our lives.
We take care of our own
because no one else will.
And if you can't handle
that, you shouldn't be here.
[door opening]
- Ladies! You're just in time.
I got the barbecue all fired up
for a welcome dinner for Hayley.
- Um... I'm too tired to eat.
Thanks, though, Wheezer.
[door slamming]
- Just say it.
- I flew you down to Winnipeg
when you went to Nursing School,
and you cried the whole way.
New experiences are hard.
- You don't have to fly with her.
- The North challenges
people, Crys. Makes them grow.
And it's not always pleasant, but you gotta
give them the room to do that growing.
- Do you know how many
"Hayleys" I've had to train?
They come up here thinking
they'll have some fun
and make big bucks,
and then they leave.
Because they can't
hack it, okay?
The "Hayleys" never stay.
And this one won't either.
- You wanna just throw
yourself on my AK?
Always on your phone, bro.
Dude. Are you that sweaty for
an offer from a major airline?
They're not gonna send it out
after midnight, you butthead.
- You did my Line
Indoc, butthead.
You know how long it took
me to get this interview.
- Mm-hmm.
- You really never wanted
to play in the big leagues?
- No, man. Who the hell is
gonna hire a weirdo like me?
- Anyone?
[scoffing]
You're a damn good
driver, Wheez.
You have over 10,000 hours.
- I like it up here.
- Okay, nobody likes it up here.
- Oh, yes they do.
They do like it here if
they don't wanna mess
with that bullshit corporate
culture down south.
"A poet or a florist?"
- I said florist.
- Eh...
- Maybe I should've
gone poet? Or...
- Greenhorns, you're so worried
about getting somewhere,
you never stop to think if
you're going where you should.
Like directly into
my ambush, son!
- Shit!
- Boom! Headshot. Boom!
[Wheezer laughing]
[phone ringing]
- Crys!
Okay, look, I'm not stupid
enough to wake you, okay?
- Sure looks like you are.
- I, uh... I had a
little hunting accident.
- I gotta do this fast
before anyone sees you here.
- Come on, lady. My
six-pack's over here. Come on.
[grunting]
Ah. Ow, ow, awas!
What are you doing?
Geez...
- Looks like your "hunting accident"
managed to miss anything important.
- Hey...
Still smells like you.
Sunshine, sweetgrass, and...
Oh! Rage, okay! Whoa.
- Oops. Guess that's why
I'm not supposed to suture
until I'm a certified NP.
You'll need to see a doctor for
antibiotics and a tetanus shot.
- Yeah, no, I'm
not gonna do that.
- What did you do, hmm?
Steal some of that crap you
sell from the dogs you work for?
- No. I...
No, I... told the
wrong people "no".
Look, just because you and
I don't have the same lines,
doesn't mean I don't
have them, alright?
I'm trying to help the
community, Crys. Same as you.
[scoffing] - No one
needs your kind of help.
- At least I'm here.
You left. I stayed.
- Yeah, and you bitched
me out about it for years.
North House is my
home, too, you know?
- Is it?
- My family are here.
- Uh... sorry.
- Hey. You ready
to load, Chopper?
- Yeah. Ready to go.
Hey, uh... I like your braid.
It's really, uh... neat.
[chuckling] I meant
neat like "tidy".
Not neat like "cool".
Nobody says neat for cool.
'Cause that's a
lame thing to say.
Much like calling someone tidy.
- Hey, Chops.
Fuel truck's coming.
- Hey, Tristan.
- Heads up, rookie.
Ready for the most important
training you'll ever get?
Eat when you can, pee when you
can, and sleep when you can.
Oh, and dibs on the stretcher.
[airplane whirring]
- I'm not getting on
that effing plane!
- Whoa, hey!
What's going on, Cherie?
- This cranky-ass môniyaskwew is trying to
hijack my pregnant butt, that's what's going on!
You said you were just gonna
give me some prenatal vitamins.
- You're going to have your
baby any day now, Cherie.
You need to go to
Winnipeg, you know that.
- No. I did that with my
last kid, and it sucked.
Sitting alone in a nasty motel for
weeks waiting to go into labour?
I'm not doing it again. I want
to be here with my family.
- Cherie, right?
Do you remember me?
We sort of met at
the bus station.
Anyways, I'm new here.
But I used to be a labour and
delivery nurse in Toronto,
and it looks like you
might be having some pain.
Do you want me to take a look
to make sure everything's okay?
- I'm not going to
that bullshit plane.
- We can do it here.
Yeah, trust me, I'm in no rush to get
back on that bullshit plane either.
- She's got to go, Tristan.
You know she's got to.
I'm not trying to be a bully,
this is just how it is.
- I know, Camille.
- There's no doctor,
there's no help for hours
if something goes wrong.
At 36 weeks, they have
to go to Winnipeg.
- Hey. I know, I took her
there myself three weeks ago.
AÀ-Yeah, well,
somehow she came back.
- It must be scary, to have your
baby in a new place all alone.
You really don't get a choice?
- I'm having this baby
here, on the land.
Even if I gotta squat
in a tree to do it.
- Okay, I'll tell you what.
If you promise to go to
Thompson to get checked after...
I'll help you have
your baby here.
I need your obstetrics kit.
Now, we won't be able to give
you anything for the pain.
So is there any family
you want to have here?
- You can't do that! I
can't deliver a baby here.
- I can.
- Camille's not wrong.
I mean, we are a long way
away from help if we need it.
We should fly her out
for her own safety.
- There isn't any
time. She's a multip,
and she's already seven
centimetres dilated.
So we can either deliver
her here, or at 20,000 feet,
but this baby's coming.
- Baby's coming.
[indistinct chattering]
- Heard you had a
fun bear attack.
- Brought him into Dr. Denning right
after you left for the night, Trevor.
- Oof. Ouch.
And I thought we had something special
going with that chainsaw accident.
Doesn't a partial amputation
mean anything these days?
- Girl's gotta keep
her options open.
[chuckling] - Thought you might need
this to get you through practical.
- Thanks, but, uh... I don't
need any more caffeine.
My Kookum would kick my ass if
these stitches weren't straight.
- Not bad. Better than
you see in some ERs.
I mean, maybe not my ER, but...
Hey, you sure you want to
be a Nurse Practitioner?
- No. That's why I'm busting my ass
working full-time while I do a masters?
- Why not bust
ass... in med school?
Crystal, you're smart.
You've got a ton of
field experience.
We both know you
could do my job.
Maybe even as good as I do it.
- Better looking, for damn sure.
- Listen, my buddy works
for a program at U of M
that supports Indigenous
students in med school.
There are programs
at McGill, U of T...
You can leave
Thompson, you know?
- I leave Thompson all the time.
I leave to go to Shamattawa,
I leave to go to The Pas...
- Okay, alright.
You know, it's a big
world out there, Crystal.
And I think you'd
set it on fire.
[soft music]
[phone beeping]
- Hey, uh, do you think
I should take Hayley to
the dump to see the bears?
Chicks love animals... right?
- You gotta chill, dude.
- Okay. Bodie, she's pretty.
And smart, and, uh... nice.
Come on, man, I
need some A-game.
- Chops, you are the
A-game. You're a catch.
So chill on the bears, okay?
[birds chirping]
[crow cawing]
- Yep.
[groaning]
[panting]
- That was perfect, Cherie.
Give me another good one just like
that on your next contraction, okay?
You got towels
and suction ready?
- Yeah.
[panting]
[whimpering]
- Okay, the head's out.
I don't feel a cord. Let's
get those shoulders delivered.
[Cherie groaning, panting]
Okay, I'm just going
to rotate baby, okay?
Alright, Mom. I want you to put
your hands under baby's armpits,
and on your next push, I want
you to pull baby up, okay?
Okay, here we go.
[groaning]
[baby crying]
- That hard part's over, Mama.
Tristan, at two minutes,
we'll clamp the cord to cut.
- I need the placenta.
I have to wrap it,
put it in a tree to root
the baby in the land.
[soft music]
- Hope that's not coming
in here. It's full up.
- Then make room.
Look, the sched didn't make
it up to North House yesterday
because of the weather.
We gotta double up.
There's two more
skids in that hangar.
- Dude, any more and I won't
be able to secure the straps.
- You don't need to use all the straps.
- I do for a load this bulky.
- Look, these communities rely
on us to fly in vital supplies.
They can't get cut off because you
don't know how to pack a plane properly.
- I can pack a plane. But I can't
violate Aviation Authority rules.
- God. Don't be such a pussy.
Okay...
All this goes in
the plane or you go.
Got it?
[scoffing] Seriously?!
[sighing]
Shit.
- Yo, Hayley delivered
a freaking baby!
You don't understand, there was a woman
that didn't want to get on the plane, right?
And she was like, super
dilated and stuff,
and Hayley was all, "No
big deal, I got this!"
And she delivers a baby
with her bare hands!
[laughing]
Didn't see any of it, but still,
it sounds super badass, right?
- Oh, I saw it,
and it was badass.
The patient's family
even gave us gifts.
- Yeah, they gave us moose meat.
- Saving the day and bringing home
the bacon. Best flight nurse ever.
- They won't all be pregnant.
- What is your problem?
You don't know me. You don't
know why I came up here.
- I know you have no
business being up here.
Maybe you got lucky today, but the kind
of crap we deal with on the regular?
That takes a real nurse.
- Or maybe...
Maybe you're pissed that I
can recognize a stab wound
and know that it has to
be reported to police.
Don't worry. I
can keep a secret.
- Guess we'll see, won't we?
[door opening and closing]
[sighing]
[soft music]
[phone chiming]
[birds chirping]
- Didn't think you had enough kindling
in there for a helmet fire, Grodie.
What happened? Did they stop
making headsets in child-size?
- Bite me, No-sack.
- Not my type, Chodie.
[sighing]
- Let's go, Bodie.
We got a call.
[phone buzzing]
- Don't need to
borrow this after all.
- You're not planning
on driving this winter?
- Not planning on
being here this winter.
Brad tried to force me
to overload a plane.
- A little overload? Or...
- I walked out. Or he
got angry and fired me.
Depends who you ask.
So now I'm out of a job
and my spot on the ramp.
I'll have to leave Thompson,
go find some other crap town with
an airport in the middle of nowhere,
and start all over again.
[plane whirring overhead]
All I've ever wanted from the first time
I sat in the glider in cadets was to fly.
And I just threw it away.
I know what you're going to say.
"That was real stupid, Lexi. You
should've just kept your mouth shut
and gone along with it, Lexi."
[sighing]
- I'm not going to say that.
- Can you hear me now?
What about now?
- A week? I thought you were gonna
be here to help me study Immunology.
- I know, but this is
killer overtime, babe.
And I want a big wedding.
[sighing]
- I miss you.
Emma... [audio cutting]
[phone beeping]
[door opening]
- Shit.
- There's an accident
at the airstrip.
[beeping]
- What's this code?
- Flight Operations
Alert Emergency.
One of the fleet's gone down.
[Dispatch]: 911,
this is Dispatch.
You are diverting for an
emergency call in North House.
[tense music]
- The pilot, he's pinned.
The cargo slid forward,
I couldn't get to him.
- Go to the station,
man the radio.
Keep Dispatch in the loop and
tell Winnipeg to be ready for us.
- Wheezer?! I'm
coming for you, buddy!
- Wheezer? Wheezer!
- Crissy? Crissy.
- Hey. Hey, it's
me, buddy. I'm here.
- I can't move.
- Yeah, you crashed
your plane, Wheez.
You got a couple hundred kilos of
beans and condensed milk up your ass.
- I can't feel my legs.
- Bodie's gonna get you out.
- No, no, no, no.
It's not safe. The
master's still on.
[panting] I can't
move to turn it off.
- Bodes? Bodes!
- There's a ruptured tank and all
the electrics are still running.
Okay, look, we don't know what's
in the cargo, how flammable it is.
- Let's get him out fast!
[tense music]
- How many inside?
- Just the pilot.
[Lexi over radio]:
922, go to guns.
- Go ahead.
- Came back in as
soon as I heard.
How bad is it? Is Wheezer okay?
- Depends if we can get him
out before the fuel catches.
- What happened?
- Looks like the 200 was
overloaded. Cargo wasn't secure.
Wheezer must not have known,
came in fast and long.
When he hit the brakes,
the straps snapped.
It all slid forward
and pinned him.
I gotta go. We're all-in.
- The police are on their way, and
Winnipeg's sending ground support.
- That'll take too
long! Move, move, move!
- My legs are cold.
Can't feel them.
- Stay awake with me, okay?
- Yeah.
- The line's primed.
[breathing heavily]
- Tell me about this
fight you had with Lynn.
Must've been bad if you did
all this just to get out of it.
[chuckling weakly]
- I was such a stupid
kid when I moved up here.
I never thought I'd find someone,
a woman like her, you know?
I'm so... I'm so lucky.
Lynn...
I've just put her through
so much, you know?
She's so, so...
- Patient? A saint?
- The North makes
you grow, Crissy.
Makes you grow up.
This land...
raised me, Crissy.
- Wheezer?
Wheezer!
We're out of time!
Get him out, now!
- Okay...
[tense music]
- Let's move!
- Move back! Move back!
Move, please!
[indistinct shouting]
- Ah, I can get him.
- He couldn't feel
his legs, Tristan.
- Stay with us, buddy.
We got you, Wheez.
Easy does it, now.
Easy... There we go. We're
gonna get you out of here.
[grunting]
We're coming out!
- I'll get the backboard.
Set it down over there.
Okay, keep his neck as stable as possible.
- I got you, I got you.
- We gotta go fast. The whole
thing could blow at any minute.
[indistinct shouting]
- I got his head.
Alright, let's get
him ready to go.
Okay, on my count.
One, two, three.
- Son of a bitch.
[tense music]
[Chopper]: Winnipeg Centre, this is
SkyMed 911 medevac requesting priority.
[indistinct radio chatter]
- I'm taking the crew van.
[sirens wailing]
- Wait, Bodes! I gotta put the
plane to bed, I'll come with...
[tires screeching]
[soft music]
[distant sirens wailing]
- Is Wheezer okay?
- They're sending him to surgery.
It'll be a couple hours before we know.
Crystal's calling his wife.
- You know,
I came up to Thompson
with 250 hours,
a commercial license,
and not a damn clue.
My first few weeks on that ramp,
I thought about getting back
in my car and going home.
- Why didn't you?
- I met Wheezer.
He's the best pilot I know,
the best guy, and if...
[sighing]
If he can't walk...
I can't imagine
never flying again.
It'd feel like...
Like a part of me had died.
- Wheezer... will find a way.
I'm not making light
of this. This...
This is big.
The thing that's gonna kill you could
already be inside of you right now.
And you don't even
know. You just...
keep going.
That's what we have to do.
We have to live as
much life as we can.
While we can.
[soft music]
[distant plane whirring]
[phone ringing]
- Captain Pierce.
- Martine.
- Sir, I...
- 0800 tomorrow. My office.
[phone hangs up]
[soft music] [sighing]
[indistinct chattering]
- Wheezer's out of surgery.
His back's broken, but...
He can wiggle his toes.
[upbeat rock music]
- Woo!
- He's gonna be okay.
[all cheering]
- Hey, I love Wheezer
too. But I mean...
It looks like pilot error to me.
- Not if he didn't know
the plane was overloaded.
- I mean, do we
know that for sure?
- Northern Police
is looking into it.
Aviation Authority will be, too.
[indistinct chattering]
[chuckling]
- Chopper, look.
I screwed up, Chops.
Okay? After Wheezer,
I was messed up,
- You knew I liked her.
You could get any girl that
you want, Bodes, but...
why'd you have to go after her?
- I got a PFO letter.
I didn't get the job.
- Wait, what?
But how? I mean,
you're... You're Bodie.
- Who knows?
Maybe I screwed up
the cognitive test.
Maybe I flunked the psych eval.
Maybe they didn't like
my tie. Maybe they...
Maybe they didn't like me.
- Come on, Bode,
everyone loves you.
- Yeah, here.
[scoffing]
In Thompson.
[sighing]
[soft music]
- Why didn't you tell me?
- I didn't want anyone to know.
Not until I figure
something else out.
You'll keep this
to yourself, yeah?
- Of course, man. I got you.
[sighing]
[chuckling]
- I guess... Guess you won't be
getting my room anymore, huh?
- Let's go back to
the party, Bodes.
Come on. We'll get you a drink.
- Thank you. For
taking care of Wheezer.
- We take care of
our own, right?
[birds chirping]
- Bringing me breakfast isn't
going to work this time, Mads.
We're not getting back together.
- I've taken five of these
in the last two days.
I'm done being the only
one who's scared shitless.
- You're early, Martine.
- Captain Pierce. About
the cargo on the plane...
- Do you know William well?
- Everyone loves Wheezer.
Sir, I'd like the
opportunity to explain...
- We're putting his wife up at an
Airbnb in Winnipeg for his recovery.
No matter how rigorous
maintenance is,
equipment malfunctions happen.
- Equipment? The straps?
- Brad and his team flew
up to look at the crash.
It's been a problem before
with this manufacturer.
Now, with Wheezer
out of commission,
we have to shift pilots around,
which means there's an opening
in the right seat on a medevac.
Congratulations,
First Officer Martine.
- But there's still three
guys on the ramp ahead of me.
- Well, sometimes we pull
strong candidates up.
Brad called me personally to put you
forward as the next to go flightline.
You've got a big fan over there.
Look, we're a small
company, Lexi.
It's times like this we
need to stick together.
[upbeat music]
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