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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...
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.
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.

I didn't know
you were wearing this.

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.

It's too soon to
say, the damage was extensive.

I have
to tell him something.

Hello?
Is someone there?

I think we're just
gonna have to wait and see.

- Hello?

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.

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

Cryssy, you there?

Cryssy?

Hello?

Hello?!

Hello?

Hello, is someone there?

Dr. Johnson,
Urology 214.

Dr. Johnson, Urology...

- Hello?

Cryssy?

Is that you?

Someone?

Cryssy? Is someone there?

Hello? Anyone?

Hey, Wheezer!

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.

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?

- Fine.

- The Dame came to me
with a problem.

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

seduction, and betrayal.

- Mm-hmm.

- 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.

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.

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?

- 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.

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.
Whoa, hold on.

Hayley needed you
for something too.

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

with the ultrasound, so...
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.

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 Ferreira,

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?

- 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?

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.

Oh, shit, gotta go, Wheez,

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

- Yes.
- Alright.

- See ya.

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

hope you like mushrooms.

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

Man, how 'bout
that thunder last night?

- What, I didn't hear anything.

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

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.

- 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...

- 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.

- 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.

Actually, that part
isn't important.

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.

I know she's just your--

- What the...

Ah, damn.

Crystal, that's you?

- Hey!
- Hey! Whoa! Hey.

How ya doing?
- We keep an electric lantern

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

- 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.

- 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.

There's more blood on the wall.

- That is not good.

Ah!

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.

- 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.

- 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.

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?

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...

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.

- Have a marshmallow.

Feel better, huh?

- It's good.

Hey, Wheezer?

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

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

- I thought it was
already night.

No, not yet.
Beautiful sunset, though.

- Shouldn't you be working
at the Whiskey Hatch

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

but they gave me the night off.

It's a long story.

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?

- 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.

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.

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.

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

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

Not in my town.

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

- 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.

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.

Incoming!

It's one of the SkyMed
flight crew,

significant blood loss,

BP 80 on 50, prep the OR.

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

- What's happening,
is someone hurt?

Oh my God, Lexi?!

- Hello?!

Hello? Someone?!

Someone?

Hello? Anyone?!

Oh, finally.

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

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

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...

...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?

- And when were you going
to tell Alexandra

about this, Stefanie?

- 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.

Uh, this was just some
boring nurse stuff.

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...

- 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!

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Stop!

A little help back here!

Stop, stop!

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

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

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 ♪

What is that?

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?

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.

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.

- 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.

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.

Hey.

- Hey. Hey.

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

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.

- 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.

Whoa!

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.

- No...

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