(THEME MUSIC)
Abigail! That chute is taking too long.
Harry's shift finished 20 minutes ago, Steve.
I had to clear his overtime with the union rep.
Harry is the union rep.
I'm paying you to get the job done, not sit around and paint your nails.
- How you doing up there, Harry? - Yeah, nearly done.
- Nice pair. Are they poisonous? - Nup.
Just a lot bigger than your little snake.
Put your hard hat on.
Don't you just love it when the Safety Officer talks dirty, fellas?
Harry, watch your bucket, mate.
Harry, you're too close to the chute with the bucket!
MAN: Whoa!
Move!
(GRUNTS)
Ahh! Ahhhh!
(SIRENS WAIL)
OK, no worries.
VINCE: (ON RADIO) Scaffold collapse at building site
with unknown number trapped.
Boom lift damaged with one man trapped
and he's not responding to radio calls.
Steve, Jo, get these people out of here now.
Dean Gallagher, Rescue Special Operations.
- Abigail. - How many people under the debris?
- Four workers unaccounted for. - Who's in charge?
Steve. He was on his way up to tie off the scaffolding when he froze.
A construction site foreman who's afraid of heights?
I'll drop a line down from the top, pick him up on the way through.
I'll get some guys securing the scaff with slings and bolts.
Use hand winches to get it under tension.
Yep.
What's up? What's up? Oh, it's Harry.
Stuck up in the bucket. We've gotta get him down.
All that scaff's wrecked the hydraulics. The controls are frozen.
That bucket isn't going anywhere.
Hey, Jordan, check out the construction chick.
- Lara, what do you think? - We can get up into that building.
We can slingshot a rope down,
set up a gondola directly over the bucket.
OK, do it. Jordan!
Work with Abigail to clear the site of non-emergency personnel.
Heidi, we could be in for debris falls. Set up a hot zone.
- What, 25 metres? - Make it 50.
I need everyone to move back.
Can you tell us why the scaffolding collapsed?
I need you to get back behind the tape.
- Can we have a statement? - When I've spoken to my unit leader.
- OK, back behind... - Want air shores to prop up debris.
As well as high-pressure airbags. Small movements only.
The scaff's like a house of cards. It shifts, the whole thing collapses.
We've got one over here.
Can you hear me, sir?
Yeah, I've got a pulse. I need help over here.
Jo, get in there.
Steve, my name's Chase. You're gonna be alright, mate.
No way. Move away!
It's alright. I'm just gonna clip you in.
Look, trust me, you're gonna be a lot safer once I got my arms...
- Leave me alone! - Look, this scaff's really unstable.
Jase, get a move on. I want that guy off the scaff now.
- Going as fast as I can. - What's the sit rep?
Four under the rubble, one stuck on the scaff, one in the bucket.
Couple of guys said they smelled gas.
I got an O2 reading of 19.8. LEL's at 1.6.
1.6. We don't have time to worry about small gas leaks. Don't worry.
- Alright, stop the ground rescue. - Michelle, it's a low read.
I want everybody standing by with BAs, no hydraulics.
Your call. Your call. Alright, listen up! Listen up!
Got a gas leak in there somewhere.
LELs are at 1.6.
Alright, everyone stand by with your BAs. Set up some ram fence.
Also, get oxygen to the people under the rubble where you can. Move!
SONG: # Mmm, mmm, mmm
# Real dark and dirty
# Gonna get a little dirty, yeah
# I'm gonna get a little
# Dirty, yeah
# Gonna get a little dirty. #
Six potential casualties.
Yeah, I need another ambulance on stand-by.
- Vince, this is Michelle. Over. - Hold on, will you?
How hard can it be?
- Yeah, Michelle, I'm here. - We've detected gas on-site.
I need you to activate Hazmat to this location.
I also want to evacuate the surrounding office buildings.
- Where's the LEL at? - 1.6.
A little on the low side.
Maybe you should wait for Hazmat before you evacuate people's offices.
Vince, I'm on the ground. You're not.
I'm gonna alert the senior police, then I'll call Ed Frazer.
I want you to let C.O. Con know what I've decided.
Your call, boss.
Tony, mate! Tony! Talk to me, mate.
Hey, mate! Oi! Oi!
- Buddy, we gotta get you outta here. - My mate's under there.
I know. There's gas leaking. We gotta get you out of here.
- Oh, my... Back off! - Buddy? Mate?
I'm coming! Stay there, Waz.
- Come... Get off me! - Hey, hey, hey! Calm down.
- Hey, fellas! Fellas! - Oh!
Come on, mate. Calm down.
- We're gonna get your buddies. - My mate! Under there.
It's OK. We're gonna grab him.
- You need to let go. - Nup.
- Look at me. Look at me. Look at me. - Nup.
Steve, I need you to let go. I've got you. We're not going anywhere.
Just hold on, alright?
Just hold on tight, OK?
- Let go of this one. - (GASPS) Oh!
I dunno. It's hard, mate. Just try to take it easy and breathe normally.
Dean, this is Lara. Over.
- Got this? - Yeah.
- Go ahead, Lara. - Yeah, I can see the lift driver.
He's definitely out for the count.
Yeah, copy that.
I've also got a good idea
how the scaffold came away from the building so easily.
Looks like some of the anchor bolts have been removed.
Did she say some of the bolts have been removed?
Abigail, I need you out of the hot zone now, please.
Just get that line set up for me, Lara.
Here it comes.
- Who are they? - Evacuated office workers.
Michelle LeTourneau, Special Operations Rescue.
I've ordered the evacuation of the surrounding buildings
as a precaution in case the gas blows.
If the levels go up we're gonna need more BAs
to get more guys under the rubble.
- I'll get onto Vince, get more BAs. - It's 324 Park Street.
I need the gas shut off at that site, mate.
MICHELLE: We need more BA units down here, Vince.
Yeah, Michelle, I'm trying to turn the gas off.
MICHELLE: Well, keep trying. We still need more BAs and another ambulance.
That next available ambulance is coming my way, alright?
We got a deal. Call you back.
Ed. How you doing?
I was, um... having a yum cha in Chinatown
when, er, Michelle called me with the news.
We've evacuated three office buildings.
Mmm. I've just had a call from the Premier's Office.
There's a lot of very pissed-off employers.
At the very least, she should've waited for Hazmat.
Gas could be coming from a crimp in the pipe.
It causes a build-up of pressure. It was a judgement call.
Did you agree with her?
I didn't think so. I want you on the scene.
Trying to get the gas shut off. I need to be here...
No, no, look, Central Operations can take over.
We need a cool head down there.
Delivery for Michelle LeTourneau.
Alright, guys, ready to launch.
Alright, Lara, alright. Good work. That's it. That's it.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. That's it. You're right over it. Just lower it down.
- Harry, can you hear me? - That's the way.
You're right on top.
Gonna pull you back here. Oh!
That's the way. Down you go.
OK.
Lara, what's the condition of the lift operator?
Unconscious with no pulse.
Gonna start CPR.
Yeah, alright, look, Chase is almost done. Want me to send him to help?
Nup. It's too crammed up here for three.
- I have to manage by myself. - Copy that. Out.
Jordan, get a move on.
- You be right under there? - Yep.
Can you hear me, sir? Can you tell me where you're hurt?
What about your legs, mate? Can you feel your legs?
Jordan, I need a medical kit and a spine board.
Easy does it.
- Heidi! You alright? - Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine.
What is she doing? Abigail, what are you doing?!
Stop!
Heidi's alright, mate. Still unstable.
- Jordan, get her out of there. - Abigail!
Abigail, stop there! Abigail, stop!
Stop! We gotta get off this scaff. It's too unstable.
Stop, Abigail!
- Jordan, that scaff is unstable. - Abigail, stop!
I need to check something. (GRUNTS)
Hold on! Gotcha!
Just grab on. Just hold onto me. It's alright. We'll get you up.
(GRUNTS)
- One, two, three. - (GRUNTS)
Get out of here. Come on.
Clear the site! Clear the site! Clear the site!
(LOUD CRASHING SOUNDS)
What were you doing up here?
I was trying to get a look at the anchor bolts.
DEAN: You alright, Jordan?
Yeah, yeah. We're OK. We're OK.
What the hell was all that about?
I had to prove something.
Prove what?
This wasn't an accident.
Gonna need a defibrillator ready on the ground.
Still no resps. No pulse. I'm gonna have to do CPR on the way down.
PVM's increasing. We need to locate the meter and shut it down.
(MACHINE BEEPS) It's down this way.
Gas leak is now isolated.
Thanks, mate.
- Let's go! - WOMAN: Copy that. Lifting.
- Gas is sorted. - Alright, gas is clear.
Gas is clear. Get in there. Come on. Move.
- What was the problem? - A small leak.
Simple twist of a valve sorted it.
Taken a bit of time to locate it,
perhaps a lot of this would've been avoided.
WOMAN: In position and starting to lower.
What are you doing here?
Brought the BAs down myself.
Not that we need them now.
(PANTS)
OK. Alright.
His pulse is thready.
- He's cyanotic. OK. - Yep.
Alright, get the spine board in. Come on, guys.
That's the way. Get him on it.
And lift.
Might wanna get these checked out. I found them in the bucket.
They might be in his system.
OK?
This is all your doing. You could've bloody killed someone.
- My doing? You're the Safety Officer. - Hey! Hey! Whoa!
He's trying to make it look like I can't do my job.
Yeah, you obviously can't.
Don't try and pin this bloody mess on me!
Just take it easy, mate.
You OK?
Just calm down.
Might get you looked at, eh?
Alright, I'm through!
Hang in there, mate. Have you out of there in a second.
Heidi, come in. What are you doing here?
Heard you were overworked and undermanned.
Overworked and underpaid, more like it. Heidi, keep talking to him.
- Get some oxygen into him. You right? - Yep.
Mate, we're just gonna get you out of here in a sec, OK?
The snake thing... Chinese horoscope, yeah?
Year of the Snake.
What's that mean?
It means my intuition guides me.
So that's your intuition saying that this wasn't an accident?
Steve's been gunning for me for ages...
removing safety barriers,
damaging protective equipment.
- Why? - To get me sacked.
I reported him for unsafe demolition a while back.
WorkCover closed us down, did a safety audit.
So you're saying this whole thing's aimed at getting you?
I am the Safety Officer. Doesn't reflect well on me, does it?
How you doing? Leave you to it.
Mate, take over.
Got him?
- Hey! Hey! - Hey, mate. Stay away.
- Get out of here, mate. - Buddy! Hey?
Constable, can you look after him?
Mark, you know this wasn't my fault.
WOMAN: Are you gonna give us a statement now?
Um... we still have one man under the rubble.
Um, we have completed
a successful high-line rescue of the boom lift operator.
- What caused the accident? - That is for WorkCover to determine.
So it was your decision to evacuate the buildings?
Yes, it was.
But the gas leak's been contained now, hasn't it?
- Yes, it has. - I was told it was a small leak.
Do you think your level of response was warranted?
It was the right course of action.
That's it for today.
- Jordan's a bit of a dark horse, eh? - Huh?
Did you see him with the construction chick he pulled off the scaff?
She'd eat him alive.
Speaking of which, I could murder a lamb kebab.
- You want one? - Oh, thanks.
- No, no. It's alright. - Ta.
Hey, Chase! No onions on mine.
Chase!
Chase, no onions on mine.
Yeah. Cool. Er, no onions on the second...
Er, Dean?
Little problem.
- Good luck. - Thanks.
So am I gonna face the music or are you?
(LAUGHS) Nothing to do with me. I was in the shop buying us kebabs.
Crap.
MAN: You've called Detective lan Johnson. Leave a message.
(MACHINE BEEPS)
I just got your special delivery and they are gorgeous.
Think I will have to show you my appreciation tonight.
(CLEARS THROAT)
Er, same place, eight o'clock. OK. Bye.
Harry Willis, the boom lift operator, just died in heart surgery.
It looks like amphetamine use
might've contributed to his condition.
Nice flowers.
Your decision to come to the site today, was it yours?
Ed Fraser turned up. He suggested it.
Why?
To alleviate the pressure you were under, I suppose.
I am the head of a rescue unit. The job comes with pressure.
Maybe he thought you overreacted to the situation slightly.
How did I overreact?
Well, you evacuated three office buildings over a whiff of gas.
I'll get back to you.
- Vince, I'm sorr... - Don't say a word.
Walk down the stairs.
Don't turn around. Keep going.
- Vince, I'm really sorry. - Yeah!
Chase was in the kebab shop and I didn't want onions on mine
and he couldn't hear me so I just got out of the patrol...
Just... left a fully equipped rescue truck with the keys in it.
Yeah, for, like, two minutes.
- Two seconds is too long. - I know.
- I'm sorry. - So you keep saying.
- Who are you calling? - Davo!
Vince. Any luck with that stolen patrol yet?
No, no. I don't want it official, alright?
The keys were left in it, OK?
Yeah. Ha-ha.
Well, are you gonna help me out, or what?
Come on, mate, how am I gonna get the fireys to do that?
- Alright. Hold on. - Vince, I...
Crispy! Marchello.
I need you to give the cops
a weekend down at that beach house you blokes keep at the coast.
Well, how about I give you the private lounge at the Esquire Club?
Yeah?
Plus?! What do you mean? Eh?
Well, which one do you mean?
The blonde one, Lara? Engaged.
The cute ranga!
- (MOUTHS WORDS) - Done. Her name's Heidi.
Yeah. It'll have to be a restaurant.
That's one with tablecloths, waiters and shit.
Yeah? Yeah?
Pick her up at 7:00. Yep. See ya.
Davo, I got you the fireys beach house for the weekend.
Just get me back that patrol. Yeah? Righto.
Vince, can you please tell me you didn't hook me up on a date
with some guy called 'Crispy'?
You lost the truck. You suffer the consequences.
(CHUCKLES)
So, the chick with the tatt, was she hot or what?
Too hot for you, pal. A woman like that would eat you for breakfast.
Oh, and you reckon you could handle her?
If I'm breakfast, you're a between-meals snack.
Yeah? Well, you'd be one of those low-carb diet drinks.
You're like a piece of celery dipped in Philly.
- You'd be a cough lolly. - You'd be a tic tac.
Abigail.
No way.
That's what I'm talking about.
You gonna call her?
Mate, she reckons what happened today wasn't an accident.
Yeah, the guy in the boom lift was amped to the eyeballs.
Nah, not that. She reckons the accident's aimed at her.
You know, like someone's out to get her.
- So she's nuts. - Tell me you wouldn't go there.
Mate, no woman's worth an ice pick in the middle of the night.
Ah, the stolen patrol, right?
Yeah, all because I don't like onions.
I shudder to think what someone called 'Crispy' looks like.
- Who's called Crispy? - Awfully scarred, by the sound of it.
I don't think I can go through with this, Jordan.
You'll be right. (HORN TOOTS)
Here goes my integrity.
Or, er, you know, I could just suck it up, take one for the team.
Night!
You must be Crispy. Hi. I'm Heidi. (LAUGHS)
Abigail? Jordan Zwitkowski.
Would you like to hang out tonight?
Coming to a building site is not what I meant by a date.
You know, I was thinking dinner, a movie.
Look, I went to the hospital and saw Harry's wife.
They'll do an autopsy but they reckon
he was high on speed when he collapsed.
- Yeah, I heard. - The curse of the building industry.
Guys pulling double shifts to get the job done on time
and using drugs to keep them going.
Idiots. (SIGHS)
(CLATTERING) Shit!
What are we looking for?
Anchor bolts... the ones deliberately removed.
You seriously think someone wanted the scaffolding to fall?
No, when Steve took 'em off,
he wasn't expecting the bucket to smash into it.
He just wanted to sic OH&S onto me.
- Oh, shit! - (LAUGHS) This is Taylor.
My flatmate.
You don't mind, do you?
- Nah. You're yanking my chain. - Swear on a stack of Bibles.
You're not religious. Lucky for me.
'Cause I don't reckon God approves of what we got up to last night.
So what happened? I mean, how did you...
Hey. I don't kiss and tell.
You just did!
- Alright. What do you want to know? - Bloody everything.
Oi, Vince. Jordan reckons he had a threesome last night.
- Mate! - What?
I had a threesome once.
Yeah? What do you mean? Like two girls at the same time?
No girls.
(SLAP!) (CHUCKLES)
Ed. You're here to see Michelle?
Uh, no. I'm here to see you.
Hey, how was your date with Crispy?
Uh, he was charming, cute,
and, apart from his collection of Matchbox fire trucks,
surprisingly mature.
You saw his fire trucks? Serious?
That's not all I saw.
Bloody everyone's getting some.
(PHONE CHIMES)
- Coffee? - Er, no, thanks, er, Vince.
I'm actually trying to cut down the caffeine.
(CHUCKLES)
And the alcohol, to be honest. And the carbs.
What else is there?
Um... (CLEARS THROAT)
Vince, what are your ambitions?
Eh?
(PHONE RINGS)
Marchello.
Davo!
You got it!
Great news. Yeah.
Uh... five minutes away?!
No worries. OK.
Yep. Righto. Bye.
Ed, I, um...
I've got some new roping packs about to arrive...
No, Vince. The roping packs can wait.
I wanna talk to you about Michelle.
She likes to do things her own way, doesn't she?
- She always gets the best results. - Not yesterday.
She rubbed some pretty important people the wrong way.
(PHONE RINGS)
Excuse me.
Marchello.
Crispy!
Well, I'm glad it went well for you, mate. Yeah.
Vince, what is the deal with this missing patrol?
Crispy, I'll get back to you.
We've got a missing patrol?
No. No, no, no. It's all... It's all taken care of.
Right. Like you took care of things yesterday.
Evacuating three office blocks because of a tiny gas leak.
It was a judgement call, Ed.
Better a few inconvenienced businessmen
than bodies in a morgue.
You should've consulted me before you made that decision.
I am receiving all sorts of political flak.
Well, I'm afraid I don't play politics.
ED: That in itself is a political decision.
And a dumb one at that.
(HORN BEEPS)
(ENGINE STOPS)
- Hi. - Is Vince about?
Davo.
Here she is, mate.
All in once piece.
Next time you lose one of these, I'm gonna charge you double.
If I knew a date with a Rescue chick was on offer,
I would've driven a harder bargain.
- Here to see Safety Officer Abigail. - OK.
- I got your text. Sounded urgent. - They're trying to blame this on me.
They reckon the scaffolding had too much weight on it.
Did you tell them about the anchor bolts?
That's why I texted you.
That girl in your Rescue unit saw them, didn't she?
Yeah, Lara made a statement to the investigators.
They're saying the workers took them off to access parts of the building.
But if I could prove sabotage...
She said they'd been unbolted. That's all.
- You confronted Steve yet? - What's the point?
Hey, look... last few weeks I've been getting these anonymous emails.
Childish stuff like "Get off the site, bitch. You don't belong here."
I've ignored most of them, and then this morning...
"Last chance or you're dead."
I know it's Steve.
That's a threat, Abigail. You should report that to the cops.
What's the point? I don't have any actual proof.
You gotta tell someone.
The construction game's a blokes' world. If it's my word against...
Abigail. Come here a second.
Hold on.
Hey. Hey, Steve.
What do you want?
Did you send these to Abigail?
What are they?
Threatening emails telling her to quit.
Sounds like good advice to me, but, uh... no. Wasn't me.
She reckons it was, pal.
- You gunning for her? - What are you?
Her knight in shining armour?
Nah, mate. Just warning you.
Or you'll do what?
I dunno. Might take you up a scaffold and leave you there.
You little prick.
I'll kill ya!
Whoa! Hey! Break it up, fellas.
Get off the site! I'll get ya!
(SPITS)
MICHELLE: OK, in my office.
Police are considering laying charges.
They're still getting witness statements. Have a seat.
Well, he threw the first punch and I was defending myself.
Police have a got a witness who says that you king-hit him from behind.
(SCOFFS) That's a lie.
You're going out on a limb for this girl, Jordan.
Is it professional or personal?
Professional. I just don't want her to lose her job, that's all.
Are you sure?
Because the personal can get a little bit blurred sometimes.
It's a pretty fragile line.
How sure are you that Abigail is right
that someone is sabotaging her?
Well, not somebody. Her foreman, Steve Masters.
Jordan, it doesn't make sense.
The man gets a bonus if he brings the project in on time.
Why would he risk having the site shut down?
- (SIGHS) - OK.
Thanks, mate.
MAN: Sweet. Thanks a lot, guys. See you tomorrow.
- You waiting for Abby? - You're Mark, right?
You saw what happened today.
I've already made my statement to the cops.
- Steve threw the first punch. - You provoked him.
I was standing up for Abigail.
You're wasting your time there, mate. Abby's a user.
She's gonna chew you up and spit you out
like she does every guy she takes half a fancy to.
- Jordan! Hey, baby. - Hey.
- Hey, I need to ask you something. - OK.
Steve gets a big bonus if he gets the job in on time, yeah?
Yeah. So?
So it doesn't make much sense for him to do stuff
that's gonna get the site shut down, now, does it?
(LAUGHS) Well, I suppose getting rid of me's more important to him.
More important than 20, 30, 50 grand?
So you don't believe me either?
No, l-I...
You think I'm just some paranoid bitch
who's incompetent at her job and has no place on a building site?
- No, that's not what I s... - Screw you, Jordan.
(SLAMS CAR DOOR)
Abigail...
I thought you had a big date tonight.
Oh, she cancelled on me.
So as you can see, I've taken the opportunity
to do the inventory on the stolen patrol.
Right.
- Well, have a good one. - See you.
- Hey, Hamish. - Hey.
- Is Lara around? - Yeah, she's getting changed.
Ah.
Listen, thanks, by the way,
for not telling Lara about the drink-driving charge.
Hey, come on. You want to kill some time?
- Yep. - Six-pack of beer.
Imports... none of that local nonsense.
- You're on. - Alright.
(GRUNTS)
Come on!
- Crap shot. That was crap. - Oh!
Yep. Ah!
- Yes! - Come on, best out of three.
Um, hey.
Maybe another day.
- Hi, beautiful. - Ready to go?
Yep. Your night to cook, I remember.
- Mm-hm. - Mm-hm.
- Night, Dean. - See you.
See you, mate. Keep practising.
- You want to drive? - No, you can drive.
Oh, I see how this works. Chauffeur Lara to the rescue.
(SIGHS)
- Hey. - Hey.
What are you still doing here?
Oh, trying to motivate myself to go through the stolen patrol,
see if anything's missing.
- What are you doing here? - Oh, you know.
Job never ends.
Don't you think you're working too hard, Michelle?
Why don't you take the night off? I don't know, go see a movie?
- Anything. - (LAUGHS)
There's more to life than the job.
MAN: (ON ANSWERING MACHINE) You've called Detective lan Johnson.
Leave a message. (BEEP)
Oh, hey, hi.
Er, I know I said I was working late tonight but I have changed my mind
and I'm heading to our usual and I hope to see you there.
Hey! (SMASH!)
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Take it easy. Take it easy.
It's OK. It's OK, it's OK.
- (GASPS) - It's OK, it's OK.
Oh, shit!
You've seen it.
(READS) "...in Rescue's endeavour to cover up the stolen patrol,
"they offer their affiliated services
"accommodation at a luxury beach resort, as well as sexual favours."
Why spoil a good story with the truth, eh?
Problem is, it is the truth.
I just have to ask, Vince...
did you feed the journalist any information?
You really think I'd do something like that to you?
No.
But the alternative is a lot worse.
Ed Frazer.
He wants a yes-man he can control and that's not me.
So what? He can't sack you. You didn't murder anyone.
You haven't stolen any drugs, didn't lap-dance in uniform...
not that I wouldn't mind seeing that...
but anyway, the union wouldn't allow it.
Which is why he fed the press that.
Trying to pressure me into resigning.
(PHONE RINGS)
Rescue. Marchello.
OK. We're onto it.
There's a Code 21 at the Park Street building site.
What?!
- (MAN GASPS, SCREAMS IN PAIN) - Alright, Mark.
I know this will be hard but I need you to stay as still as possible.
(GASPS) It bloody hurts!
I'm gonna you some morphine right now.
This will help take away some of the pain, alright?
Can't you just lift me off this thing?
We do that and you could bleed out.
It's best we leave these in until you're in hospital. How are his obs?
He's tachycardic but relatively stable. Maintaining BP.
(GROANS, COUGHS)
- Hey. What are you doing here? - I heard on the radio.
- What happened? - He fell from up there.
Got impaled on the rebar.
Alright, Lara, get around here and grab a hold of this rebar.
- What the hell was he doing up there? - I'll tell you.
He was removing anchor bolts from that new scaffold.
I was wrong about Steve sabotaging stuff to get me sacked...
it's been Mark all the time.
Why would he do that?
So the OH&S investigators would find it.
(GASPS, GROANS)
(GRUNTS)
Jordan! Make yourself useful. Get over here.
Oh, look, he's right up against the slab.
I can't get the cutters underneath without lifting him slightly.
- You talking major organs? - I don't think so.
His BP's pretty steady.
- He's been lucky. - Lucky? You call this lucky?
Alright, we need you guys to lift him a couple of inches.
Just enough for me to get the cutters underneath.
- (PANTS) - Brace yourself.
Alright, on three... one, two, three.
- Go! - (GROANS LOUDLY)
Alright, that's enough. That's it, that's it.
(PANTS, GASPS)
I have to say, pal, you brought this on yourself.
Jordan!
Another week, maybe two, she'll split up with you.
Treat you like shit!
Abigail dumped you. Is that why you want her sacked?
She didn't just dump me. She rubbed my nose in it.
(GASPS) She enjoyed it!
- Oh! - (GRUNTS) Alright, I'm on, I'm on!
- (GRUNTS) Alright, now, Lara. - (GROANS)
- I need to swap places with you. - Can you take his weight?
- Yeah, yeah, I got him. - Jordan! You take his weight.
- I said I got him. - (GRUNTS)
(SNAP!) OK, we're through. Alright.
- Let's pack him up. Get the frame in. - (GROANS)
- Is he going to be OK? - Yeah, I think so.
So he's a 25-year-old male
who's got two lengths of steel rebar in his abdomen...
one in his left lower quadrant, one in his right upper quadrant.
Doesn't seem to have hit anything vital.
His BP's 140. He's had 15 milligrams of morphine.
OK.
What's going on? I got a call there was an emergency.
This is what happens when you let a woman loose on a building site!
(ALL SCREAM, YELL) Let her go, let her go.
Go on, go. LARA: Glad I don't work here.
Drama, drama, drama!
ED: I tried to protect you, Michelle.
I went out on a limb defending you to people that matter
and now this happens.
- Cut the crap, Ed. - I beg your pardon?
You fed the journalist this story.
Why would I undermine the very service I represent?
Because undermining me was more important to you.
Do you realise how paranoid that sounds?
You don't want me in this job.
You want someone you can control
so you can make changes to Rescue without a fight.
Admit it! You want my head on a plate!
Well, I'm gonna have to have someone's head to make this go away.
You want me out of this job? Fire me.
The public will accept nothing less than a full audit of this unit.
Every bit of rope, every bandage, every paperclip
will have to be accounted for.
All your work practices from Vince's shonky manoeuvrings
to pre-shift checks to interpersonal relationships within the unit...
all of this will be under the spotlight.
Are you really prepared for that, Michelle?
We have nothing to hide.
(SIGHS) Bring it on, Ed.
So are you going to see that Abigail chick again?
Nah, mate. Too much work.
I've decided to keep my personal and professional life miles apart.
Good idea. You don't want those lines to blur.
So what's happening with the assault charge?
Oh, cops dropped the investigation.
- What? Vince pull some strings? - No, buddy. Haven't you heard?
They're going out on a date. Senior Sergeant Barry, Special Crime.
(SCOFFS) Hey!
See you tomorrow, boys.
(MEN WOLF WHISTLE, CHEER)
Crispy.
- Scrubs up alright. - (LAUGHS)
- Night, Michelle. - Goodnight, Lara.
Ed didn't look too happy when he left.
- You must have given him what for. - Oh! I gave him something, for sure.
I suspect more ammunition to target Rescue with.
Michelle, I've been in this job more than 20 years.
Just don't let Frazer get to you. It's not personal.
You look after yourself. (ENGINE REVS)
It's always personal.
Hey.
Leaving at a respectable hour for a change?
Well, there's more to life than the job, Dean.
Listen, um... (CLEARS THROAT)
...about what happened last night...
Last night, mmm...
I said I've seen a lot of workplace romances and...
...well, they can get pretty messy.
Well, then, I guess you're lucky
that's it's not gonna be a problem for us.
OK, er... good.
Oh, and by the way, if we ever get audited...
- Audited? ...and anybody ever asks...
...last night didn't happen.
Sure.
(LAUGHS) See you.
Theme Song: # See them crawling
# Their faces on the ground
# My heart keeps jumping
# I want to stay around
# Now they can't hear me
# I ain't too young to die
# But before I let you take me
# You gotta look me in the eyes
# I'm gonna get a little dirty
# I'm gonna get a little dirty, yeah
# I'm gonna get a little dirty, yeah. #