Whoo-hoo!
Yeah!
('CALIFORNIA QUEEN' BY WOLFMOTHER PLAYS)
Whoo-hoo!
Whoo! Whoo-ha!
Whoo!
(YELLS) Hey, babe! Check this out!
Whoo-hoo!
(YELLS) Darling! Babe! Hey, watch this!
- (THUD!) - Arggh! Shit!
Noooo!
MAN: OK. Moving through.
(SIREN WAILS)
Alright, we've got a jet skier in the water caught beneath the jetty
and a male trapped under a gate.
I'll grab the medipack.
Who'd have thought a jet skier would do so much damage?
A lethal weapon in the wrong hands, mate. Give me a surfboard any day.
Still can't picture you as a surfer.
Really? Well, I still can't picture you as an elite rescue officer either, buddy.
- I'll suit up. - I'm the diver here, mate.
- What are you rated to? - Commercial.
I'm master scuba diver with a mixed gas ticket.
Jordan, head up the dock with Heidi and Chase.
Bingo, Lara, we're getting wet.
- Here you go, mate. - Thanks.
MAN: Assistance required. Team 2 over to the fuel depot.
MAN: (ON RADIO) Copy that. I'll take the extra-large hoses...
VINCE: (ON RADIO) Rescue Base to Rescue Team Leader.
This is Rescue Team Leader. Go ahead, Vince.
Hospitals are on alert. Get back to me with casualties.
Yeah. Copy that.
And remember, Deano... play nice with the fireys.
I'll be on my best behaviour. Out.
- 'Best' being a relative term? - I can do 'accommodating'.
Yeah, sure, as long as the fireys accommodate your way of doing things.
- That's right. Hey, looking for a boss. - This one here.
- Dean Gallagher. Rescue Special Ops. - Annika Ehrenberg.
- Yeah, I'm looking for who's in charge. - Yeah. You found her.
Uh, how long before the fire's under control?
Well, we're working on it.
Fuel depot's full of diesel and unleaded. Fire's getting too close to it for comfort.
If I ask you to clear the area, get clear. No questions. Understood?
- Absolutely. - Good.
- You gave her what for. - Big job. She's under a lot of pressure.
- (LAUGHS) - What?
I want more lines and hoses on that fuel depot. Now!
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. #
Clear!
Can you take a deep breath for me?
- (MAN GASPS) - That's the way.
Any pain anywhere?
Right. Leg's clear.
- How's he holding up? - He's disoriented.
Bleeding from somewhere but I can't tell from where.
Get him up. Suss it out on dry land. Let's go.
CHASE: (ON RADIO) Dean, this gate's done some damage.
We've got an impalement. Steel angle through the shoulder.
Line's in. I'm giving him a 10mg of morphine.
Base to Rescue 2. Did you say 'impalement', Chase?
Affirmative, Vince. Query punctured lung.
Have you got him?
VINCE: (ON RADIO) Deano, you got those numbers yet?
Yeah.
We got one red, two orange, four green.
Triage area's set up at the back of the marina.
MICHELLE: How's it going?
Yeah, copy that. Over.
- Under control. - I'm sorry I'm late.
My sister got called into work and couldn't take James.
I had to organise backup.
Babysitting, running a rescue operation... it all comes down to logistics, doesn't it?
Base to triage. Over.
JORDAN: Just hang in there, buddy. We'll have you out soon.
What do you reckon of the newbie?
- CHASE: Bingo's alright. - He's alright?
He's got 10 pairs of designer specs and he colour-coordinates. Gay as.
- Who's gay? - Bingo, according to Jordan.
(LAUGHS) Bingo is definitely not gay.
On three. One, two, three.
(GROANS)
And down.
Hang in there, mate.
DEAN: And back. One, two, three.
What's your name, sir?
Jim Tucker. Something stung me.
- What? - Stung me in my left shoulder.
- Made me crash. - Get it off.
- (GROANS) - It's a pellet from an air rifle.
- ANNIKA: OK. I need to move you. - I need a second.
You don't have a second. Fuel depot's taking heat.
I need to clear this dock now!
Go, go, go.
Give me a hand. Three... one, two, three.
- Mr Tucker! Where's your wife? - Hey, hey!
- Who are you? - I run the garage here.
- Back up! - Is Mrs Tucker in the office?
- Back up, mate. Back up. - No.
- Hey! - Mrs Tucker!
- Get him to triage. - Dean, leave it to the fireys!
- You want me to go? - Chase!
Mrs Tucker! Come on!
Let me go! I've gotta help Mrs Tucker!
CHASE: We have to get off the dock right now.
- She's in there! - Calm down, mate.
- I'll check it out. - Dean!
MAN: I know she's in there!
Get him out of here.
Come on, mate. Come on. Come on.
(COUGHS) Mrs Tucker?
Mrs Tucker?
- Mrs Tucker. - The beam came down.
Alright. Just hang in there. We'll get you out.
Please. You have to get this off me.
Chase.
Found the woman. She's trapped beneath a beam.
- We'll need the combi to shift this. - She's what?
Yeah. Righto. I'll grab the BAs.
Is there anyone else in that building?
Yeah.
What are you doing here?
I could ask you the same question. Where's your BA?
No time. She needs some air. Get in there.
- MRS TUCKER: Please help me! - It's OK, Mrs Tucker.
- (COUGHS) - I'm gonna give you some air.
It hurts.
OK. Now, breathe in. That's it.
Male. 32 years old. Query punctured lung. His BP is 110.
He's had 10mg of morph and 10mg of max.
I do not need to go to the hospital.
It's just precautionary, sir.
Keep hold of this guy, will you?
Jordan, could you grab us a combi tool?
- What's going on? Where's Dean? - Still on the dock.
He's what?
ANNIKA: OK, Mrs Tucker. Breathe deeply.
- Chase, ETA on that combi. - CHASE: We're on our way.
MAN: We need another line down here quickly.
MAN: Line coming!
- You can't go down there. - We have to get in that building.
- Our unit leader's in there. - Get back.
- He's my brother. - We need some lines on this bowser!
Dean, we can't access you 'cause of the fire.
Alright, Chase. We've got a problem. There's only one door in or out of here.
It's surrounded by fire.
- Any windows you can smash? - That's a negative.
It's a solid steel door. Aluminium walls.
And we've got another problem.
There's only one BA between the three of us and the place is filling up with smoke.
LARA: (ON RADIO) They're trapped in an office. It's on fire.
Chase and Bingo are tvying to find a way in, but it's a metal box.
- With a wooden frame. - (PHONE RINGS)
Rescue Special Operations.
Yes. Hold.
It's the Minister. I'm getting down there.
- I want updates as soon as you arrive. - Got it.
Hello, Minister. How can I help you?
- LARA: Chase, what's happening? - They can't get out.
The only access is from the water.
Shit!
Give me your radio.
Dean, there's no way in from the water. How are you going in there?
Yeah, we're working on it.
OK. On three. One, two, three. Go.
- OK. That's it. - Oh!
(GRUNTS)
OK. Down, down, down.
Fireys are working as fast as they can, Dean.
10 minutes maybe.
DEAN: Yeah. Copy that.
We don't have 10 minutes.
Give me your axe. I'm gonna chop a hole through the boards.
Whack a great hole in the floor?
How else are we gonna swim out of here?
(YELLS) What the hell is going on in there, Dean?!
Alright. Stay back.
MAN: OK. We need to get that bowser under control.
Just a couple more minutes, Dean.
Dean, come in.
Right, let's get out of here.
- Come on, come on. - Let's go.
Now, take this.
- About a 10m swim... - Nah. We can share it.
Take the stupid thing, alright?
(EXHALES) OK, we're gonna have to swim. Alright?
Dean, can you hear me?
Dean, come in.
Can you hear me?
- DEAN: You right? - ANNIKA: You ready to go?
- MRS TUCKER: Yeah. - Ready? Let's do it.
Bingo! There!
Alrighty.
You alright?
Ready? One, two, three. Let's go.
(GRUNTS)
- HEIDl: I've got her. - JORDAN: Got you.
I've got her.
Where's Dean?
(YELLS) Where's Dean?!
(SIREN WAILS)
LARA: OK. Easy.
JORDAN: I got him. You got him?
LARA: OK. One, two, three.
You got his head?
Can't feel a pulse. He's not breathing.
Commencing CPR.
Resus bag, mask, defib, towels... get 'em.
I agree the projections are high, Minister,
but equipment upgrades cost money.
Rescue Base to Rescue Team Leader. How are we going? Over.
VINCE: (ON RADIO) Michelle, they've pulled Dean from the water.
Well, is he OK?
Just one second, Minister.
He's drowned. Stand by.
OK. Get that wettie off.
Get him dry. Towel him off.
- Chase. - Chase, back off!
You can't defib him when he's wet. Get out! Back off!
JORDAN: Chase. Chase. Chase, it's alright, mate.
We'll take care of this, alright?
- HEIDl: We're gonna move him? - Yep.
OK. One, two, three.
VINCE: Get those pads now.
(DEFIBRILLATOR WHINES)
OK.
Ready to shock.
- Clear! - Shocking.
(SIGHS) Nothing.
You take over. I'll get a line in. Hartmann's, adrenaline.
JORDAN: Easy. Two breaths. Two breaths.
Vince, what's going on?
Waiting for the defib to recharge.
- How long, Heidi? - HEIDl: 20 more seconds.
LARA: (WHISPERS) Come on.
Don't you dare die on us, Dean.
Don't you give up on us.
Don't give up on us.
HEIDl: Ready to shock.
- Clear! - Shocking!
- (COUGHS) - That's it.
- That's it! - He's back. Get him on his side.
- Recovery. - (COUGHS)
- That's it, Deano. Just breathe. - He's back. He's back.
He's back, Michelle. He's back.
- (DEAN COUGHS) - Christ, Deano. You're alright, mate.
- (COUGHS) - It's alright, mate.
- You're OK. Just breathe. - (DEAN GRUNTS)
VINCE: He's back.
Just breathe. You're alright.
CHASE: Dean hates hospitals.
Can't even remember the last time he went to the doctor.
He likes to think he's invincible, doesn't he?
Yep. He's obviously not.
OK. All the tests have come back clear.
They want to keep him here for 24 hours to monitor him...
48, if he'll let them.
LARA: Good luck!
MICHELLE: I've just had a call from Professional Standards and Conduct,
and Jim Tucker is threatening to sue us
over ruining his computer and all his business files.
He's the one that caused the fire in the first place!
Yeah, well, apparently they said to him that Dean's actions were extreme.
Now, they're saying that they could've put the fire out
and got the woman out without breaking through the floor.
That building was their responsibility in the first place.
Yes. And Dean had no business being near any building that is on fire.
Oh, so, what? He should have just left Mrs Tucker in there?
Well, it seems Mr Tucker has more interest
in his boat business than his wife.
Now, let's just keep this all under wraps
and let Dean have a stress-free recovery.
- Yeah, fat chance of that. - (PAGER BEEPS)
Oh, that's good news. Hang on.
Deano's been given the all clear. (WHISPERS) Yes!
Righto, I'll rework the rosters
and I'll make a few calls to the fireys, see what can be done.
Excellent. Your BP is normal.
Oh, good. So I can go, then?
(CHUCKLES)
A little overexuberant on the chest compressions, Chase.
We don't have wills.
You know, I realised before and I think it's something we should do.
Yeah. Good idea. Yeah.
You can leave me your Phantom comics and your iPod
and I'll leave you my credit card debt. (CHUCKLES)
You think this is funny?
LARA: Chase, hey, why don't you grab a pack of cards from the shop?
It might help us pass some time.
Chase is really shaken up.
Yeah, yeah. Look, I just don't want a big fuss.
You should have thought about that before running into that burning office.
If I didn't know you better,
I might think that you were trying to impress that female firey.
- Oh? - (LAUGHS)
Haven't you got a husband or something to go home to?
Oh, um... he'll be right. (LAUGHS)
Hamish is a big boy. He can look after himself for a few hours.
How's your wife?
Oh, yeah, she's fine.
A couple of bruised ribs. That's all.
You know, most people under these circumstances would be pretty grateful.
Look, my brother nearly died saving your wife, Mr Tucker.
Your brother also destroyed my office, including my computer.
Every file I had was on there...
...and ruined.
Surely your wife's life is more important.
My wife was insured. My business wasn't.
What is wrong with you?
Do you know how much time and effort I put into building that business?
- Dean literally stopped breathing! - That's not my problem.
- Hey! This is a hospital. - Guys!
Chase.
NURSE: Unbelievable.
('GANGSTERLAND' BY BLUEBOTTLE KISS PLAYS)
(DOOR OPENS)
Dean?
Nadia, hey. What are you doing here?
We had a date. Remember?
Oh. Sorry, I've...
I left, like, 100 messages on your phone.
Well, I had my phone switched off at the hospital.
I must have forgotten to turn it back on.
At the hospital?
- Have you been hurt? - No, no, no. It was, um, Dean.
Something happened at work and, you know... He's OK.
Why didn't you call me? I would've come to the hospital.
I just... didn't.
I hate that what you do is so dangerous, Chase.
(PANTS SOFTLY)
Dean. Wake up.
Hey, hey. It's alright. You were dreaming. It's OK.
You right?
Yeah.
What time is it?
Almost 3:00.
- What are you still doing here? - I didn't want to leave you alone.
You should probably go home to Hamish.
I'd rather stay here with you.
(MACHINES BEEP RAPIDLY)
(BEEPING STOPS)
- Where's Lara? - The woman who was here before?
She left hours ago.
Do you need something to help you sleep?
Nah. Nah, I'm good.
(EXHALES)
WOMAN: (ON P.A.) Paging Dr Reynolds.
Please report to emergency immediately, Dr Reynolds.
Don't give me that look. Tests were clear.
As long as I take it easy for a couple of days, I'll be fine.
Right. I'll take you home, then.
What, sit around watching TV, surrounded by Chase's junk?
Nah, I don't think so.
Lara, pushing a pen is not gonna kill me.
Oh, and here I thought what happened might have actually changed you.
- Why would it change me? - You died for a few minutes, Dean!
So?
So, no tunnel of light?
No life-changing epiphanies?
Nah.
Just a few less brain cells.
BINGO: It's too easy.
Too many jugs on this wall, not enough crimps.
- Oh! - Whoa! You need some chalk?
There are some places a newbie's hands should not be.
I thought you said he was gay. What do you care, anyway?
- (BINGO GRUNTS) - HEIDl: Oh, sorry. (GIGGLES)
- You right? - Yeah.
Number one rule in the station house, mate.
- Yeah, what rule is that? - Don't screw the crew.
HEIDl: (GIGGLES) Stop distracting me.
(GIGGLES)
What's with all the sunnies, man?
Um... cousin imports them. Gets me free samples.
- Take a pair if you want. - Uh... no thanks.
I wouldn't want to mess with your colour scheme. (CHUCKLES)
Got a problem with me, Jordo?
Just think you're a bit up yourself for a newbie.
Newbie?
Mate, I've done six years as a paramedic. Aced the rescue course too.
- Oh, well, you know it all, then, eh? - No, I'm not saying I know everything.
The number one reason I'm here is to learn from blokes like you.
Great.
The first thing you learn is we've got certain rules at the station house.
Oh, yeah?
- Hey. What are you doing here? - DEAN: Out early for bad behaviour.
- The doctor said 48 hours. - Eh, 24 to 48.
Yeah, and you barely made 12.
Light duties for a week, and I want someone with you at all times.
- Wanna hang? - Don't look at me.
Chase is the one living with him.
VINCE: Seen this kind of thing before, Deano...
blokes on the job thinking they're bulletproof,
going too hard too soon, trying to prove something.
Oh, don't worry. I'm not planning on any more heroics.
You call what you did heroic?
Dean, can I have a word?
(SIGHS)
You know, when my old team leader nearly died in a landslide at Thredbo,
the day after he got out of hospital,
he went and got a tattoo and a brand-new sports car.
Well, I've already got the tat, and can't really afford the car, so...
You took an enormous risk.
Where fire's involved...
Yeah, I know, Michelle... it's the fireys' responsibility.
There were no fireys around. I had no choice.
Well, you'd better make sure you tell the department's investigator that.
Something else you should know.
Ohh, Jim Tucker's threatening to sue?
I'm gonna need a full report.
The decisions you made, why you made them...
I'm a little hazy on the specifics.
Then you can refresh your memory
and hook up with the investigator at the marina.
- Alright? I'll set that up now. - Yep.
Oh, and, Dean,
next time you want to go and risk your life, just...
...try and remember that it's not just about you.
It's about the team.
MAN: John Peterson.
DEAN: Then I hacked out a couple of boards
until the area was big enough to swim through.
I blacked out underwater and obviously don't remember anything after that.
Look at that. Nothing left.
ANNIKA: Hey.
- What are you doing here? - I should ask you the same question.
I'm just giving a statement to the arson squad.
Detective Senior Sergeant Brett Ryan.
- You must be Dean Gallagher. - Yeah.
Just spoke to your boss. She said you'd be down here.
- Need to ask you a question. - Sure.
The bloke who caused the incident... he reckons he was shot.
Well, we did pull an air-rifle pellet out of his shoulder, yeah.
You keep the pellet?
No. No, sorry.
Excuse me.
You're the guys that rescued Caroline... er, Mrs Tucker?
How is she? Do you know?
Yeah, look, I think she's fine, mate. She's getting out of hospital later today.
- Who are you? - Wayne McCann.
- I run the boat mechanic's. - You were here yesterday?
Right. Need to get a statement from you.
Thanks, Annika.
(SCOFFS) Nice.
Word is you're copping some flak from him for destroying his office.
Yeah. Oh, you could say that.
Look, I gotta write a report about all this.
And I was hoping that we might be able to get together and...
...I don't know...
...swap notes.
Well, my boys didn't tell Tucker that your actions were a bit extreme.
Must have been one of the other crew.
So I'll take it that you're gonna back us, then, yeah?
It was your idea to go through the floor.
That would make it a Rescue problem, wouldn't it?
- Nothing to do with us. - Come on.
Look, I'm taking all the heat here for basically doing your job.
(LAUGHS) What do you want, Gallagher? A medal of bravery?
I'd settle for "Thanks."
Well, I said thank you. Remember?
Ahh, yes. Kiss.
- That was a good start. - (LAUGHS)
So why the fireys?
I'm an Aries.
Oh, that's good. That's a fire sign. That's cute.
No, seriously.
Well, you know that cliché about firemen saving cats from trees?
Well, when I was a kid I was always first up the tree,
rescuing the neighbourhood pets.
So that's why you're a firey... because you love animals?
No, I hate animals. Especially cats.
But I do like being first up a tree.
(LAUGHS)
- Now, why does that not surprise me? - What?
It just speaks volumes about you, that's all.
- (PHONE RINGS) - I'll leave it at that.
I see. Sorry.
- I'm gonna have to go. - You have to go?
- Come on, we just got here. - Yeah, sorry. (SIGHS)
Is your, uh, boyfriend waiting at home?
- I don't have a boyfriend. - Ah.
Would you do me a favour?
What, saving your life wasn't favour enough?
(LAUGHS SARCASTICALLY) No, would you... would you take my car?
Just, my friend, she's in trouble.
She... needs my help. She's gonna come past here and pick me up.
Just out the front. Black Jeep Cherokee.
- XS Y-884. - Yeah.
Just take it to your place and I'll pick it up sometime tomorrow.
Ta.
Ah, no Nadia tonight?
Well, we were going out but I cancelled.
Gotta stay home and keep an eye on you.
I don't need a babysitter, Chase.
You're acting like nothing happened, like it's a day like any other.
- That's 'cause it is. - No, you died, Dean! Get it!
Your heart stopped beating. Your brain wasn't working!
You were dead on that dock!
Your turn to take out the garbage.
Wheelie bin's full.
Well, two people living here will generate twice as much rubbish as one.
There's only one solution for it.
Get another wheelie bin.
Not the solution I was thinking of.
I'm going to bed.
(BROODING MUSIC)
(TRANQUIL MUSIC)
(GRUNTS)
(EXHALES)
(GUNFIRE ON TV)
CHASE: Can't sleep.
You?
Weird dream.
I've decided to ask Nadia if I can move into her place.
Nadia's got her own place?
- Since when? - Couple of weeks.
The reason I haven't moved in is...
...I don't really think she's the one, you know?
Oh, who cares?
As long as she's the one that gets you out of my place.
When did you clean up?
Um... last night.
(GRUNTS)
Hey.
We'll get another wheelie bin.
- Here. You can drive the patrol. - What are you driving?
Oh, man!
Gotta be kidding me.
Ahh, fff...!
Ooh. Ha!
- You organise a glazier? - Be here within the hour.
Must've been some date with the firey.
Who do you reckon did it?
Jim Tucker... who else?
I trash his office, he trashes my car.
Except it's not your car.
- I can't believe you'd go out with her. - What?
It's because of her and the fireys you almost died.
It's because I disregarded my own safety that I almost died.
And then she goes and stabs you in the back by letting you cop all the blame.
This takes sleeping with the enemy to a completely new level.
- (PHONE RINGS) - I didn't sleep with her.
I'm sure there was no sleeping involved.
Speak of the devil.
- (SIGHS) - What?
What do you reckon? Enough?
More.
(CHUCKLES)
Hey, you got a visitor.
Thought you said you and Nadia were done.
Uh, change of plans.
- Hey! - Hey!
I got your text. It sounded urgent. Is everything alright?
Oh, no, yeah, it's fine.
I just wanna ask you something. Do you wanna come outside?
- Hey, Bingo. - Hey.
I missed you on our run this morning.
- Sleep in, you slack-arse? - Yeah, sorry.
That's OK. We'll just have to make up for it.
Do a double on the bag tonight.
Look, Heidi, I appreciate you trying to help me out and everything but...
...I just want to fit in, just follow the station house rules.
What station house rules?
Um...
Look, I know we, um...
...haven't been together that long, you and I.
I was just really thinking that...
...you know, we were...
...ready to take it to the next level.
No. No police. I don't want them involved in this.
Why not? You can't let Tucker get away with this.
Tucker?
Oh, you think he did this?
Well, yeah, I mean... who else?
(WOMAN SCREAMS)
Oh, my God! Yes! Yes, I do!
- (GIGGLES, SQUEALS) - What's happening?
Chase asked me to marry him!
Change of plan?
- What did you say? - Yes, of course! (SCREAMS)
(WOMEN GIGGLE)
Hey!
You mob!
We've got a call-out.
It's Jim Tucker.
Back at the marina. He's got his arm caught in a gate.
Deano, where do you think you're going?
- Light duties. - I'm fine, Vince.
You nearly carked it a couple of days ago.
That which doesn't kill you only makes you stronger.
Look... I gotta go, but w-we'II... talk later?
- Yeah? OK. - (GIGGLES)
- I love you. - Love you too...
(SIREN WAILS)
Alright.
You guys grab the gear. I'm gonna see to Mr Tucker.
(EXHALES, COUGHS)
- Arggh! God! - Jim, just calm down.
- You are a dead man! - There's nothing going on, I swear!
- Mr Tucker, what's going on here? - I'm trying to grab him.
- Jim, stop. - He's sleeping with my wife.
He shuts the gate on me. Now I'm stuck.
Come here, you mongrel! Come here!
Just take it easy. Take it easy, alright?
Well, just get me out!
Alright, we're gonna need a bit more grunt to shift this steel.
You guys have a crack with the combi tool. I'll get the power saw.
Heidi, why don't you offer Mr Tucker some pain relief?
Alright, Mr Tucker, on a scale of 1 to 10, how would you rate your pain?
I'd rate it about a bloody 100.
- You alright, mate? - Yeah.
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
(GRUNTS)
(GRUNTS ECHO)
(GASPS, GRUNTS)
(GASPS, GRUNTS REPEATEDLY)
(COMBI TOOL WHIRRS)
There you are, Mr Tucker.
- Where's that little bastard? - Hey, hey!
- Where is he? - Hey!
For heaven's sake, Jim, I told you, nothing's going on!
Oh, you expect me to believe that?
Unlike you, I don't root everything that moves.
- What the hell's that meant to mean? - You know.
- You bitch! - Don't even think about it.
Leave her alone!
You don't deserve her!
All you give a damn about are your possessions.
Your boats, your jet ski.
Even Caroline.
I've seen how you treat her like something you own!
- Put the gun down, mate. - Dean, it's Lara.
You wanna get back here? We might need your help.
TUCKER: Oh, you think you deserve her?
You're a boat mechanic, Wayne.
She's not interested in losers like you.
- (GUNSHOT) - Arggh!
Jim!
- Arggh! - Where were you hit? Let me see.
Move your hand. Let us see.
It's an air-rifle pellet.
OK, Heidi, you call the police. I'll go check on Dean.
Rescue Portable 3 to Rescue Base.
Vince, can you send a couple of cops down here?
I think we may have found our shooter.
Dean?
Dean. Hey. What's wrong?
(MURMURS FAINTLY)
OK, lean forward on me.
(GASPS WEAKLY)
Chase, it's Lara. I found Dean.
He's hypoxic.
Basal creps. I'm thinking pulmonary oedema.
Right, what do you need, Lara?
I'm getting a line in now. I need lasix, oxygen and GTN.
- Over. - On my way.
Is this a dream?
No. This is very real.
It's 100% oxygen, OK?
Suck it in.
Alright?
(OXYGEN HISSES)
(MUTTERS) Just here. Put it under his tongue.
Alright, don't swallow it.
- (GASPS) - You're gonna be OK.
BP's 150/90, heart rate's tachy at 110.
He's desatting at 88%.
He's had GTN with good effect and 40mg of lasix.
Look, I feel OK, so stop fussing.
And lack of oxygen is making him cranky.
I don't need to go to hospital, alright?
Get on the stretcher, Dean. I mean it.
(GRUNTS)
(SIGHS)
Yeah, I bet he's a crap patient.
Fighting the whole way, eh? Yeah.
Alright, Lara, thanks. See you.
OK, that's good to hear. Thank you very much.
Deano's fine. Six-hour stay, then they're releasing him.
- Only six? - He talked them down from eight.
But this time he's home for a week, no arguments.
Jim Tucker has dropped his complaint against us.
Yeah, now he's got Wayne McCann to blame.
You and Nadia... that came out of nowhere.
Oh! (SIGHS) Big misunderstanding.
I was talking about moving in and she just made the assumption.
And the worst thing is
she doesn't want to live together until we're married.
- You gonna sort it out? - What do you reckon?
Just gotta, you know, wait for the right moment.
BINGO: Yeah! I'm in here! Won't be long.
(GAS BLASTS)
Oh, what the?! (COUGHS, SPLUTTERS)
(ALL LAUGH)
Ah, the talcum powder.
- You seen a ghost, mate? - Yeah, you're as white as a sheet.
Yeah, real funny, boys.
Don't worry about it, Bingo.
Happened to us all as newbies.
Cling wrap on the dunny, eggs in your boots.
(LAUGHS) Are you alright?
You wanted rules, boys. I gave you rules.
"Don't screw the crew." That's mine.
"Clean up after yourselves. What did your last slave die of?"
"Don't eat food labelled 'Heidi's'. Amazingly, it belongs to Heidi."
(LAUGHS)
"No pooing in the work toilet, except for me."
That's number five. That's mine.
- Learn it. - Gross, Vince.
- Where are we supposed to do it? - (LAUGHS)
- Are you alright? - You alright, man?
- (COUGHS) - You guys are so mean.
- (COUGHS REPEATEDLY) - JORDAN: He'll live.
Twice in two days, Gallagher.
- Saving your life's becoming a habit. - (LAUGHS)
At least I didn't have to give you mouth-to-mouth this time.
- You gave me mouth-to-mouth? - Yeah.
Ah. OK.
That explains the dream.
What dream?
I'll hurry up the paperwork.
- Hey. - Hey.
Did you hear about Jim Tucker?
Yeah. Feel sorry for his boat mechanic.
That's what happens when you're pining for a married woman.
(CHUCKLES)
You know, Tucker's still saying that he didn't trash your car.
No, he didn't.
It was my ex-husband.
Long story about property dispute, amongst other things.
But I didn't come here to talk about that.
Oh, why did you come?
I filed my report.
The decision to go through the floor was as much my decision as yours.
And I...
...also came to thank you again...
...properly.
You want to hear about my dream?
No.
See you in a week.
See you.
Oh!
Jeez. Detective, you scared the crap out of me.
What are you doing here?
Just want to give you some friendly advice.
Stay away from my ex.
Annika?