Original subtitles

[Marianne] So do you, maybe,

wanna see what this thing is between us?

- I know that as soon as I get in that cockpit,

I have control. - I love flying too, man.

I couldn't give it up,

even after the bad thing happened,

I just... [Lexi] Who's Dani?

That's the dancer, right?

With the leg trauma? Are you okay?

- If there was anything you needed to worry about,

you would know. [Marianne] You forgot something!

Signed releases from the SkyMed crew.

- I thought Captain Chopra didn't want us

to use his footage. - I have his signed release.

[Hayley] I didn't know you were wearing this.

[Crystal] I'm not. It's just, Jeremy's been gone five months,

and I still can't feel him. At all.

- Green light! Cover your eyes!

Bodie, you good? - All good, Cap.

- You have control. - What, why?

- Because I can't see.

[Dr. Paul] It's too soon to say, the damage was extensive.

[Crystal] I have to tell him something.

[Wheezer] Hello? Is someone there?

[Dr. Paul] I think we're just gonna have to wait and see.

- Hello?

[door opening]

[indistinct PA announcments]

[door closing]

[footsteps approaching]

[Crystal] Hey, Wheez. How are you?

- Hey!

Cryssy, I've been better.

So what's the, what's the deal?

We did all those tests, um...

When's my vision gonna come back?

- We don't know yet. It was a powerful laser,

and nerve damage heals slowly.

Vision could come back within minutes, or days.

But Dr. Paul is admitting you for a week

to monitor how things progress.

- Okay, a week?

I can handle that. Just...

catch up on my sleep, listen to podcasts, right?

- Chopper's keeping an eye on things at the hangar for you.

So all you have to do is rest and heal.

- Rest and heal. Easy.

[beeping]

- Shoot, I... I gotta go, Wheez.

[door opening]

[door closing] - Cryssy, you there?

Cryssy?

Hello?

Hello?!

[tense music]

Hello?

Hello, is someone there?

[intercom] Dr. Johnson, Urology 214.

Dr. Johnson, Urology... [baby crying]

- Hello?

[voices whispering] Cryssy?

[rattling]

Is that you?

Someone?

Cryssy? Is someone there?

Hello? Anyone?

[oxygen hissing]

[Chopper] Hey, Wheezer! [door closing]

I uh, got you flowers from everyone at SkyMed.

Do you... wanna smell them?

- So how's everything at the hangar?

Is everything going okay?

- Crystal says I'm not supposed to bug you with this stuff.

- Hey, fire away bud, I got all the time in the world.

- You sure? I mean, I could use your advice.

Someone came to me for help, and, uh...

- What? Who is it?

- I have a bit of a...

complicated situation with this person,

and it's new, and we are trying to keep it low-key,

so I'm just gonna call her...

the Dame.

[soft jazzy music]

I was at the hangar when the Dame came to me

with a problem.

A problem she thought only I could solve.

Uh, Wheezer?

This is not what it looked like.

I was definitely wearing my flight suit,

and what's with, what's with all the steam?

- Hey! It's my imagination.

I am stuck in my head for a week

while I wait for my vision to come back,

it's not like I can watch TV, so...

- Okay, look, I can get behind the coat and the hat,

but can we at least get something cooler

than the sucker? [sighs]

- Fine.

[film rewinding]

- The Dame came to me with a problem.

A problem that led me down a dark path of investigation,

seduction, and betrayal.

- Mm-hmm.

[theme music]

[music fizzles out]

[dramatic music]

- The Dame had always been mysterious,

a woman haunted by secrets.

Secrets she kept close, like a lover.

- No, there has to be a way, I just need more time!

- The Dame was stunning, 12 out of 10.

So when she called, I came.

- I know we have a date tonight, Chopra,

but I'm just not sure I can.

Unless you can help me.

- What's the problem, sweetheart?

- Expensive medical equipment's been going missing from SkyMed.

Small things at first, but then...

the culprit got greedy.

This portable ultrasound went missing from 911 last night.

The medics need it to do their jobs and well,

I don't know where else to turn.

Find it for me?

And I promise, I'll reward you tonight.

- Now, I couldn't refuse a damsel in distress.

So, I went to the scene of the crime.

[Wheezer] You find anything yet?

Portable ultrasound fall between the bench cushions, maybe?

- Nothing suspicious.

But there was a pen from St. Mary's Hospital

in Toronto under the stretcher.

- What's that doing in here?

Do you think maybe it's the culprit's?

- Maybe.

Or maybe it was one of the medics.

Hayley went to the big hospital in Toronto, it could be hers.

I wanted to be thorough, so I looked in the cockpit too.

And that's when I found...

It's a hamsa.

A symbol for good luck and protection

common in the Middle East and North Africa.

Someone put it under the left seat.

- TJ flew in the Middle East and Africa.

- He's a great guy and a great pilot, see?

But he has more hours than I do.

Now why would someone with all that experience

give up being captain on a bigger plane

to be an FO up here?

- He did say something about a bad thing that happened.

You know, I thought it was just the LSD talking, but...

- Either way, TJ was the last FO to fly 911,

and it's the FO's job to put the plane to bed

and make sure everything is secure.

So...

talking to him was the next logical step.

[grunts]

Now you're gonna gimme some answers, see?

You're not gonna hold out on me, are ya?

Wheezer, it wasn't like that. Alright?

Look, we both agreed that TJ wouldn't steal stuff.

- No, of course not. But stories like this,

they, they always have a dramatic interrogation scene

to get through the boring stuff faster.

Trust me. Go on, yeah, continue.

- Okay.

Now where is it, huh?

- I swear I don't, I don't know.

Never seen anything like that on a plane.

You know me, Chopra. I don't mess with the medical stuff.

And I wasn't even on 911 yesterday.

Lexi and I switched shifts, I flew with Crystal on 922.

- How do you explain this?

- I'll admit it. But I put that in all the planes,

for protection, see?

Look, I just wanted to keep everyone safe, Chopra.

This job's more dangerous than I thought.

- Tell me about it. - What you oughta be doing

is asking Hayley about the missing X-ray.

She was the last nurse in 911.

- It was an ultrasound, not an X-ray.

- Aw damn it, cap!

If it don't got wings, I don't know what to do with it!

- Scram, kid.

Get outta here!

The flyboy was a dead end.

But he was right about one thing:

only a medic would know the medical equipment

well enough to know what to steal.

Or who to sell it to after. - Mm-hmm.

- It was high time to talk to Hayley.

But on my way...

- Camila Vanhoosen?

Priority delivery for one Camila Vanhoosen.

- There's no Camila Vanhoosen working here.

What's the delivery? - Sorry, fella,

I got strict instructions to make a priority delivery

from Toronto, direct to Camila Vanhoosen.

For her eyes only. - Unless...

Camila Vanhoosen was a code name.

How would the person who stole the ultrasound move it?

Maybe this courier was actually a fence,

coming for a rendezvous.

Who are ya? Who sent ya,

and who's this Camila Vanhoosen, see?

- Chopra!

Don't be a brute.

- Oh wait, wait a minute.

Marianne's the Dame, isn't she? [record scratch]

- What? - Well, there's not too many

people you could have a "complicated situation" with,

and you two just did spend two days in the woods together,

so... - Shh, hey!

No one's supposed to know.

- Consider it in the vault, Chopra.

[exhales deeply] - Okay, thank you.

- Mm-hmm.

- I know you have your ways, Chopra,

but SkyMed doesn't need you roughing people up.

I'll deal with it.

But have you found my ultrasound yet?

- Sorry, sweetheart.

This case is a tougher nut to crack than I thought.

- If you don't find it for me,

I'm going to have to cancel our date.

Don't make me cancel, Chopra.

- I was more determined than ever.

- What about the patient in 3B,

has there been any improvement?

- Not yet, Doctor.

- Keep an eye on it, will ya?

- Detective Chopra, did you get my telegram?

I need your help. [Wheezer] Whoa, hold on.

Hayley needed you for something too.

[Chopper] Um, yeah? But it didn't have anything to do

with the ultrasound, so... [Wheezer] Wait, wait,

wait, wait, wait. What are you doing,

why are you skipping this part? - It isn't relevant to the case,

and right about here is where Hayley dropped a bomb.

And all the trails lead to your door, toots.

And you just picked up an ER job for some extra cash.

Maybe you got desperate,

started picking up some other things for cash, too.

Things like this!

- Chopra,

we don't have portable ultrasounds on planes.

You've seen us save people with duct tape.

You think we carry something as high-falootin'

as a portable ultrasound?

- Wait, there was no ultrasound?

Marianne lied?

- You mean to tell me this whole thing

was a fool's errand? - Hate to tell you, Chopra,

but sounds to me like you got played.

- Hold up, toots.

[chuckles] I found your scribbler.

That's not mine.

I worked at Sinai, not St. Mary's.

It must be Marianne's...

- Don't hold out on me now, sweetheart.

- One of my best gals from nursing school

works the ER at St. Mary's.

When I asked about Marianne Feriera,

she said no one by that name ever worked there.

- It was clear the Dame had sent me on a wild goose chase.

But why? What did she hope I'd find?

Or what did she want to make sure I didn't find?

[tense music]

- Do you think it had something to do with that phone call?

She was arguing with someone.

- Maybe.

She didn't want me talking to that courier, either.

Look, I need your advice. What do I do?

And who is this Marianne?

She never told me why she left Toronto,

she only said it was partly because of a divorce.

- Hmm. - Now, she used to be married.

What if she used a different name when she was working

at St. Mary's? Now,

who was that courier looking for?

Camila Vanhoosen. What if it was Marianne's married name?

- That's a different first and last name.

When you get married, you just change your last name.

- Unless you're running from something.

Then you could change your whole name.

To start a new life,

in a new place, in a new job...

- Sorry.

- Camila Vanhoosen.

St. Mary's Hospital.

- How far down this path do you wanna go, Chopra?

- Why are you trying to talk me out of this?

Oh, you already know, don't you?

Marianne's big secret.

- You think I'll let just anyone make decisions

about the safety of my crews?

Of course I did some digging.

But are you sure you want to know?

- Wouldn't you want to know who you were sleeping with?

[dramatic music]

Alright. Well, that's embarrassing.

It was the mayor. - Yep.

And if you're the mayor in the hospital

with appendicitis during an election,

you would insist on having a press conference

to reassure your voters. And if you had to be

in a wheelchair because you just had surgery,

you'd want the pretty PR lady to be the one to wheel you out.

Apparently, it was a faulty chair.

But poor old Camila Vanhoosen.

She goes viral as being the bad nurse

who dropped the sick mayor down the stairs.

- No wonder she wanted a fresh start.

You're not gonna tell anyone, are ya?

- No. No, no, no, she's a good nurse.

- Still doesn't explain why she was trying to distract me.

Or what was in the envelope the courier had.

[beeping]

[dramatic music fizzles out]

Oh, shit, gotta go, Wheez,

I'm on duty. Oh, hey, we can catch up about this later?

- Yes. - Alright.

- See ya.

[door closing]

- Yo, Cap! I grabbed a pizza on my way over,

hope you like mushrooms.

- TJ? Yeah, no, I'd definitely go for some pizza.

[TJ] Man, how 'bout that thunder last night?

- What, I didn't hear anything.

- It was wild, man. What a crazy night.

[thunder clap] It started when Crystal and I

picked up this kid in Windy Lake.

- You're lucky, Kyle. A big fall like that

could've been a lot worse.

Next time you fly paper planes off the roof,

make sure you don't go jumping after them.

- Gosh, you look away for one second,

and the things they get up to.

- I wasn't going after the planes.

I jumped because of Patricia.

- Is Patricia the friend you were with?

- No, his friend is Jake.

Patricia is his imaginary friend,

but she's not real. - She is real!

And this was her house before we moved in.

And she doesn't like it when you talk about her that way.

I jumped because Patricia wanted me to push Jake.

She kept telling me I had to do it.

I jumped so she'd stop.

[thunder clap]

- Okay, wow.

Sounds like a good thing Patricia won't be

coming with us tonight, right, buddy?

- She will.

She follows me everywhere.

- What?

- She's standing right behind you.

- Right... [sinister music]

- Don't look at her.

You don't want to make Patricia mad.

Because then, she'll follow you.

- Uhh, nope. No, all good, Patricia,

we're all friends here.

Crystal's a good nurse,

because I couldn't have spent the whole flight with that kid.

- You don't actually believe in ghosts, do you?

- You don't?

- Nehiyawak believe in spirits, not ghosts.

At least not like that. My Kookoo, for instance,

she passed away not too long ago,

but I can still feel her with me all the time.

- That'd be nice. To be able to talk to people you love

who've passed on. [electricity crackling]

- They've been doing that since I got up.

I was trying to take a nap before my night shift at TCH,

but, I'm too worried about the patient in Room 3B.

[TJ] Actually, that part isn't important.

[Wheezer] Wait, what are you skipping?

- That isn't the spooky part, Cap.

The spooky part was after Hayley left.

That's weird. You think Hayley left that open?

- That door's tricky,

someone must've come home and it didn't latch all the way.

- Yeah, but we're the only ones home. Right?

- Okay, so maybe it didn't latch when someone was leaving.

Oh, crap, I have a bunch of studying to get done tonight.

Gotta hit the books.

- You don't have to be scared.

That's what all the equipment is for.

Jude won't get hurt playing hockey, trust me.

- Moms worry. I don't want to sound ungrateful, though,

especially since you got such a good deal on the gear.

- I just want her to have something fun

to look forward to, you know?

She deserves it, especially after such a tough year.

- Thank you, TJ, you've been so good to her.

[audio crackles] I know she's just your--

[beeping]

- What the...

Ah, damn.

[thunder clap]

[sinister music]

[glass shattering]

Crystal, that's you?

- Hey! - Hey! Whoa! Hey.

How ya doing? - We keep an electric lantern

by the fireplace. - Oh, okay. Uh...

[thunder clap]

- I was trying to watch a procedure on YouTube,

and it's like the universe doesn't want me to study.

- What did you break?

- What? - I heard glass breaking,

I thought you dropped something.

- Did you go outside while I was upstairs?

- No way.

You don't think it's Patricia, do you?

- No.

No, Nehiyawak don't believe in ghosts,

but they do believe in this creepy cannibal thing

called the Wetiko?

Wheezer's kid Caleb is obsessed with them,

but they freak me out.

[crunching glass]

- Is that blood?

Okay....

Okay, this is starting to get spooky.

- People and animals bleed, not ghosts.

- What about that thing, what'd you call it, the...

- The Wetiko? - Wetiko, yeah. Do they bleed?

- They might.

[exhales]

There's more blood on the wall.

- That is not good.

[dripping]

Ah!

[screaming]

Back off, Patricia! Back off!

- Leenah? - Leenah?

- Does your mom know where you are?

- She thinks I'm at a sleepover at Star's house.

- Mm-hmm.

And what does that have to do with you pulling a Patricia?

- There is no Patricia. - We think.

- I needed a place to stay in town.

And you said there were always people coming and going,

so I figured one of you had to be working a night shift.

I was gonna get ready, go to the concert,

then crash in an empty bed.

You wouldn't even have noticed.

But I just got here when you came home.

I had to run outside to hide.

When the lights went out, I tried to sneak back in,

but I bumped into a glass on the counter and cut my hand.

[in Nêhiyawwin] Listen.

[in English] I get you wanting to go to a concert.

And you know you can always come to me

if you need a safe place to stay.

But you cannot sneak out on your mom

and lie to her like that.

You have to be honest about where you are.

And if she said no, I'm sure she had a reason to.

Look, I am always here for you, okay?

But let me and your mom know you're coming first.

[in Nêhiyawwin] Go rest.

[in English] I'll call your mom and let her know you're okay.

- Thanks, Crystal.

- Kids these days, eh?

- She's a good kid, she just needs a little direction.

But so did I at that age, so...

- I bet you were a handful.

- Ah, two handfuls. [chuckling]

Her mom's doing it all on her own

since Leenah's dad died, so we all kind of

look out for her.

- Takes a rascal to raise a rascal, right?

- Excuse me. A reformed rascal.

Mostly.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You have a crush on Crystal.

That's what this is all about, isn't it?

- Shh, no it's not like that, Cap.

Why you blowing up my spot, man?

[TJ sighs]

Does it matter?

I mean, she's in a totally different place right now.

Grief like that takes time.

And even then, it never fully goes away.

- Are we gonna talk about the bad thing that happened?

You mentioned it when you were tripping.

What happened? Why aren't you captain on a bigger plane,

why come up here and be a first officer?

- What do you want me to say, Cap?

Something bad did happen.

The woman I was FaceTiming with, Zoe, she's my sister.

I got a second job working at the Whiskey Hatch

to send her money because I used to fly with her husband.

He was my best friend. But he died.

And it's my fault.

- There's nothing on your record.

- I wasn't flying when it happened.

But it was my fault.

And after that...

[sighs]

Look, Cap, I'm a good pilot.

You don't need to worry.

But I don't want to be captain again.

I don't want that responsibility.

[soft music]

- Have a marshmallow.

Feel better, huh?

- It's good.

[door opening] [Nowak] Hey, Wheezer?

Almost time for the night shift to take over in here?

[TJ] Yeah, I should get going anyway. Take it easy, Cap.

- I thought it was already night.

[Nowak] No, not yet. Beautiful sunset, though.

- Shouldn't you be working at the Whiskey Hatch

if you're not flying? [Nowak] Oh, I was supposed to,

but they gave me the night off.

It's a long story.

[Western movie theme music]

Flight school's expensive,

and I don't have family support.

So when I first blew into town, I was broke.

That's how I started tending bar.

But lately,

there's been a bad element hanging around.

They call him Boone.

He only drinks black coffee.

I don't have proof, and I've never seen money change hands,

but he always comes when there's a big game on.

People are always coming to see him.

Sometimes they leave happy, but mostly, it ends in tears.

- Barkeep, another.

- Think maybe you're ready to clear out, partner?

Feels like you've had more than your fair share of coffee

'round these parts.

- For your trouble, barkeep.

- Mm.

- Suit yourself.

- Now I can kick a man out who's been overserved.

But I cannot kick a man out that I can't prove

is taking illegal bets.

Never did like seeing people being taken advantage of.

- Well, you do have a strong sense of justice.

- When I was young, my brother was my hero.

I trusted him completely, and he...

took advantage of that trust to save his own ass.

I lost my family, lost my pride.

Almost lost my future.

Never did sit right with me,

seeing people being taken advantage of.

Anyway, last night, things changed.

The bar was dead.

There was a concert in town, plus some boxers were up

from Winnipeg, so everyone was either at the community centre

for the concert, or the gym for the fight.

- Hey, boss.

Ready for a busy night?

[chuckles]

- Hey, who's that?

- Barney. Came in desperate, looking for a job

a couple of weeks ago. Got laid off from the mill

with a family to feed.

We weren't hiring, but I felt bad for him,

so I let him mop the floor for some of my tips.

- Hmm. - I had just gotten off the horn

with my sweetie Tristan in Toronto, when...

- Nowak?

I sure would be obliged for your help.

I got some real trouble with the patient in Room 3B.

- This was just Hayley stuff, we can skip that part.

- Oh come on, you too?

- The real trouble started after she left.

I wasn't happy to see Boone back again,

but I couldn't kick him out,

and I had a lot to keep me busy.

[crying]

Barney, what's wrong?

- I made a real bad call, Nowak.

But I was desperate.

When I was mopping,

I heard Boone tell someone that tonight's fight

was a sure thing. And my kid's been real sick.

So I took all the money you gave me and...

- Jesus, Barney! - I'm starting to think

the fight might have been fixed, Nowak.

Everyone who bet, lost.

Boone's got a collector who waits outside

in the parking lot, and if someone can't pay...I

can't go out there, he'll break my legs, Nowak!

Then how will I feed my family?

- I told poor Barney to sneak out the back door.

It didn't sit right how Boone

took advantage of Barney's trust.

It didn't sit right at all.

[tense Western music]

High time you pack up and get goin', partner.

- Why? You can't kick me out, lawman.

Not while I'm just sitting here quiet as a church mouse.

- You're intoxicated. You've been over-served.

- I've been drinking coffee all night.

- You stink like whisky to me, varmint.

[grunts]

And that's what I'd been waiting for.

[grunting]

Don't you ever come crawlin' 'round here again, varmint.

[grunting]

Not in my town.

- Well, I can tell why they made you take the night off.

[exhales deeply]

- I always blame myself for what my brother did.

For trusting somebody I shouldn't have.

For being so stupid.

But I've never been able to confront him about it.

And I've always felt too ashamed to tell my parents the truth.

I trusted him, he betrayed me.

[scoffs]

I feel like I've been angry for years.

I think...

I was just looking for an excuse to fight someone,

so I could get some of that anger out.

- You know, I know what it's like to be angry at the past.

But you need to find a way to manage that anger.

You're a good pilot, Nowak.

Don't let this steal your future, too.

[Dr. Paul] Incoming! [beeping]

It's one of the SkyMed flight crew,

significant blood loss,

BP 80 on 50, prep the OR.

- What's going on? [nurse] We got it, go, go, go!

- What's happening, is someone hurt?

[Nowak] Oh my God, Lexi?!

- Hello?!

Hello? Someone?!

Someone?

Hello? Anyone?!

[button chimes] Oh, finally.

I know everyone's busy, but it's been forever,

and I need to know what's going on with my crew.

[door closing] [Lexi] We're okay.

We're all going to be okay. Hopefully.

- Lexi? I heard the stretcher come in. What happened?

Who got hurt? - Crystal says

it's not good for you to be stressed right now.

- Look, I need to know.

- Promise you won't get stressed?

- Yeah. - It started a little while ago.

I'm not sure when,

because I guess there's a lot I didn't know about, but...

Stef and I have been arguing lately.

- Darling, wait!

Darling, please, won't you talk to me?

- Not if you insist on flying that death trap, Alexandra.

You know how it makes me worry.

And after I tragically lost my first beloved. Mel!

- But you know flying is my passion. And

I am a woman of...

[gasps] ...intense passions.

Wait, wait, wait. Hold up.

Wheezer, it did not happen like that.

And these, these clothes are ridiculous.

- Remember how you didn't want to stress me out?

I don't get my stories in here, so...

Please?

[sighs]

[dramatic music]

- And when were you going to tell Alexandra

about this, Stefanie? [gasps]

- Okay, maybe it is a little bit much.

- This was waiting in Dispatch.

It's addressed to, "The SkyMed Medic Who Saved Me,"

but I think it's for you.

I'm gonna go to the ER early,

the patient in Room 3B is still a problem.

[Lexi] Uh, this was just some boring nurse stuff.

[Wheezer] No, I know the drill by now.

- The important thing was the card.

Everything okay?

- Uh, yeah. Yeah, it's nothing.

Lex. No, no. Lex.

- Stef,

this is really sweet.

A letter from the dancer who almost lost her leg.

I know you were worried about her,

it sounds like she's doing really well.

She even invited you to a benefit recital

for her recovery. It's perfect. You can meet her,

see for yourself she's okay. - No, I don't think I can.

I gotta work that day, so...

[clears throat]

- Her reaction didn't make sense,

but I wanted to help.

And I'm trying to make Captain-level decisions, so...

I know work's been stressful lately,

so I wanted to do something that might help you relax a bit

about some stuff. - Mm, okay,

something we can do together? Alone?

- Okay. Surprise!

I know it's not easy,

dropping off patients and never knowing what happens to them,

so I wanted you to meet... - Dani?

- Mel? What are you doing here? - Mel?

Stef, what's going on? - Who's Stef?

- Wait, wait, wait.

Mel is the name of Stef's girlfriend who died, right?

And this patient reminded Stef of Mel,

so Stef started hanging out with her in secret,

without telling her that she was the medic

that saved her life, and instead had this poor girl

calling her Mel? And you knew none of this?

I know you said this wasn't a soap opera, but...

- Wheezer. This is serious, okay?

- Okay, okay, okay.

This is way better than Love Is Blind Brazil.

- I had no idea Stef and Dani had already met.

Or that Stef had lied about who she was.

But before I could talk to her about it,

or get an explanation...

- Let me guess, your pagers went off. Classic.

- God, you're so dramatic.

I didn't mean to hurt you, it was an accident. I fell.

- With a hockey stick? Onto my knee?

Right before my short program?

You tried to Tonya Harding me, you liar.

- Okay, can... let's just stay calm, okay?

It's a long flight to Winnipeg. - I got hurt too, you know.

It's not a Tonya Harding if I bust my own arm.

It was my boyfriend's lucky hockey stick,

I was holding it for luck before my short program,

when you knocked me out of the way and pushed me

off balance! - Your boyfriend?

He was mine two months ago.

Guess you thought you'd steal him

like you tried to steal my song.

- He was never your boyfriend!

You went on one date!

And you can have Moonlight Sonata,

it's basic and overrated, just like you.

- You bitch! [screaming]

- Whoa, whoa, whoa! Stop! [screaming]

A little help back here!

[screaming] Stop, stop!

I need you to sit down! - You have control.

- I have control. - You don't need to fight.

[screaming] - Hey! Everyone just calm down!

- Lexi. No!

- Oh my God, no! Stef! Okay, no, no, no.

Okay, uh... Uh, she needs pressure on this.

I, I need the pads, the little white squares in the bag.

- I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry,

I didn't mean to hurt anyone. - Come on! Okay, okay.

When there's, when there's a bleed,

medics push fluids, they have this pressure bag...

But patients need an IV for that. Okay, okay.

Baby, tell me what to do. Tell me how to save you.

God! Okay, think, Martine,

come on, come on. Okay, I gotta slow the bleeding.

Uh, ice!

Turn back to Thompson!

Tell Dispatch to have an ambulance standing by.

- Yeah, yeah.

- Okay. Stay with me, baby.

Stay with me.

We got her to TCH.

Surgeon said if I hadn't put ice on it, she could've...

- Man, this story's stressing me out.

- I'm gonna be captain soon,

and people are gonna expect me to have all the answers,

and I didn't know what to do today.

Stef couldn't tell me. Chopper or someone

would've figured it out, just like he knew

to bust minimums to save Dani's leg.

- That's not the same, Lexi.

Nobody expects a pilot to know have to save a person's life,

just how to fly the plane.

- Stef is my girlfriend.

And she's going through something right now

and I don't know how to help her.

- Sometimes, the person closest to the controls

has the narrowest view.

Hey, from where I'm sitting,

you are a good pilot, Lexi.

And a good partner.

♪ Nobody knows the troubles I've seen ♪

[high-pitched buzzing]

[Hayley] What is that?

[door closes] - Homemade harmonica.

Stick around, I'm working on a killer solo.

- Don't make me revoke your popsicle privileges.

I thought you might want an update on Stef.

Her surgery went well. It'll take time to recover,

but she's lucky.

- I was wondering if I'd see you.

I mean, I'm wondering if I'll see anyone again,

but, um... - I've been busy.

I was in Winnipeg with my aunt.

She's going to stay in Thompson for a while too, but...

since I got back, there's been this problem patient

taking up a lot of my time.

- Okay, what are you thinking?

You know, 'cause we haven't done sci-fi yet,

oh, or an action movie. Mm! - Hmm. Well, at first,

it was just kind of a fun mystery, you know?

How to help this tricky patient?

[Dr. Paul] And what about the patient in 3B.

Has there been any improvement?

- Not yet, Doctor.

- Keep an eye on it, will ya?

- Detective Chopra, I need your help.

I got a real sick patient in Room 3B.

Poor sap's an emotional flatline.

He needs a distraction, Chopra.

Something to make him wanna pull through.

- Lemme see what I can do, toots. I've got an inkling.

[Hayley] Detective Chopra helped,

but then a whole new condition emerged.

The patient liked his distraction so much,

he started to develop a dependency.

And things had the potential to get scary.

They've been doing that since I got up.

I was trying to take a nap before my night shift at TCH,

but I'm too worried about the patient in Room 3B.

He won't accept his condition.

I'm beginning to worry he doesn't want to.

If the patient got hooked on the placebo effects

of his distraction, he'd be trapped in a nightmare.

I tried a lawman for help.

I sure would be obliged for your help.

I got some real trouble with the patient in Room 3B.

He doesn't want to face reality. It's been seven days.

He's avoiding his injury.

- I don't know, little lady.

Sometimes it's easier to hold on to things,

even if they're hurting you, than to let go of it.

- We were all worried about the patient,

but no one knew what to do.

I dunno, it's the last thing I can think of to try.

Do you think you and Chopper can set it up?

- We're on it. - Great, thanks.

- It's me, isn't it? I'm the patient in 3B, aren't I?

Because I want to stay in Wheezervision.

- But you can't stay there forever.

It's been a week, Wheezer.

You can't avoid what's happening

by making up stories to distract yourself.

- You know, I know what those conversations were about.

What no one wanted to say to me, I know.

- There's really no improvement in his vision at all?

- Not yet. We need to keep his spirits up,

help him get through this.

- This couldn't be permanent, could it?

Like, could his vision really just not come back?

- It's nerve damage, it's hard to tell.

It could heal completely, or not at all,

but the longer it takes...

- He's gonna need to face this sometime.

- Man, I don't know what I'd do if it was me.

I don't think I could handle it.

- Is that something that could happen to you?

Could you really just go to work one day, and never fly again?

- I don't need people to hide it from me.

Because it's the exact same thing

that I'm worried about, too.

The exact same thing

keeps playing over and over in my brain

since the laser strike.

What I'm trying to distract myself from.

The thoughts in my head that I...

I just can't listen to.

I can't see.

And I may never fly again.

[heavy sobs]

- I didn't come see you sooner

because I was arranging your treatment.

I can't fix this for you, Wheezer.

As much as I want to.

[sighs]

But I do have something that might make you feel better.

- Will it fix my eyes? - No.

But, it might help your heart.

- Jet fuel? Are we at the airport?

- I know how much you must miss this.

And I know flying is the only thing

that can make you feel whole right now. So...

Okay Chopper, Lexi. Good to go.

[plane roaring]

[breathing heavily]

[laughing]

[clears throat]

- Hey. [Stef clearing throat]

- Hey. Hey.

How you doing, you need me to get the nurse?

[raspily] That hurt.

- Yeah, surgeon said that you'd be sore for a while.

Since you did take a skate blade to the throat

to try to protect me, and all.

I know you're not up for it now,

and I'm honestly just glad that you're okay.

But at some point Stef, we need to talk.

About Dani and everything. You lied to me.

You said you'd tell me if there was a problem

I needed to know about. - It wasn't anything weird.

I just needed to know that she was okay.

I thought I... - This isn't just about Dani,

though, is it? It's Mel,

and Jeremy, and yesterday in the plane.

That was about me.

- Can you please get the nurse?

My neck really hurts.

[crying]

- Hey, I got your text.

What is all this?

- Your reward.

- Uh... Is this your way of apologizing

for sending me on a wild goose chase

to retrieve a portable ultrasound that we don't have?

- No, this is what the wild goose chase was for.

To keep your pesky brain busy, while I set up all this.

- Right. - I had to...

special order a few things.

[champagne cork pops] Whoa!

[laughs] - Oh, crap, I'm so sorry.

- It's okay, don't worry about it.

- Courier's envelope. Is this my documentary release?

- Uh, don't, um...

- I thought I told you to shred all of this,

w-what is this? - Yeah, uh, it's correspondence

with a lawyer that I used to work with at St. Mary's.

I, I wanted a legal opinion on the documentary.

- Yeah, but why is there a signed release copy

when I asked you to shred it?

You gave it to them.

You were so worried about getting a good documentary

for SkyMed that you, you gave it to them.

- I realized that it was wrong right away,

and I asked them to give me back the release

and not to use the footage, but...

it's airing on national television this week.

I called the lawyer to find a way to block it.

I'm so sorry, Jay.

I was under so much pressure to raise SkyMed's profile

to win the bid for the Pacific base and I--

- But is this even about SkyMed, hmm?

Or is this about you trying to make yourself look good

after you went viral

from that stupid mistake at St. Mary's?

- You know about that?

- This was about you making sure that your name

is something other than a joke,

even if it meant the destruction of my career.

[mumbling]

[tense music]

[crying]

- No...

[theme music]

Subtitling: difuze