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It's true. I'm pregnant.

How far along are you?

You mean, are you the father?

It's a fair question, isn't it?

You could be.

I'm looking for a woman called Jan.

Yeah, the only Jan we know lives in Sydney.

Australian woman. Very pregnant with my twins.

- Your twins? - Yeah.

Think you'll find they're my twins, mate.

If you wanted to make this your home,

to share it with me,

you'd make me the happiest man on the planet.

Sorry. Way out of line.

I think my waters have broken.

Oh. Oh!

Do you want to have kids with me?

I honestly don't know if I can go back there.

That's the thing, isn't it?

You'd be going back, whereas I'd...

I'm sorry.

Tracey Dennis...

Will you marry me?

Ha ha!

Idiot.

- Breakfast. School. - Dad, get out!

Hi, Mr. T.

- Busted. - No, not busted.

Because nothing happened.

We have a bond now.

And we need to respect that bond.

Ollie's a great guy until he's not.

Which means what?

Which means you need to be really clear

about where you stand.

I'm not getting back with you, lke.

Come on, boy.

- Constable Tom. - George.

- Is Shay there with you? - Yeah, she's here with me.

Is Ike with her?

Why?

We found the boat.

Shay, Shay, Shay.

If anything good can be said about tragedy,

it's that it usually involves a hero of some kind.

Most stories have heroes.

The accidental, the reluctant,

even the hero missing in action.

These stories have happy endings.

But by definition, a tragedy...

It never ends well for someone.

As you all know, Weld has a...

Sorry, sorry.

Weld has an excellent record

when it comes to successful search-and-rescue operations.

Of course, our current situation is unique,

in that we are now searching for our head of search and rescue.

Let's prove to Zac that we're worthy of protecting his record.

To that end

we are focusing our ground-based search

from Torongi Bay in the north

to Kaimohu Bay in the south.

That's a hell of an area to cover, Tom.

Yes, it is, Bill. Thank you for pointing that out.

Which is where all you good people come in.

Getting feet on the ground...

Receiving you loud and clear. Over.

Up and running.

Right.

Sean here is our amateur radio

emergency communications officer,

and will be our primary point of contact

in the event of complete cellphone-coverage failure.

Which, as we all know, is pretty common

round here in Weld.

So all groups heading out must take one of these.

Now, as you know, we're looking for these three men.

Zac and lke are no stranger to most of you,

but the third is a Steve Jefferson,

who hails from Sydney, Australia,

not Tijuana, Mexico, as the hat may indicate.

We firmly believe that these men are all still alive.

Zac, as you know, is a stickler for the rules

when it comes to boating safety, so...

So hopefully they just need a bit of hand

to get them back to shore.

You've been paired up, allocated quadrants, so...

Let's get out there, find our people.

Uh, also, just when you're reporting back in,

use this phrase.

Helps with communication on the airwaves.

Hey, sorry, I need you to come with us.

Catering duties.

Is that the best use of our time?

Well, volunteers need feeding.

Uh, no, thank you. I'd rather be out searching.

Go. Fiona needs your help. Just do what you're told.

Tom, we haven't been partnered up or given a quadrant.

Well, shouldn't you be elsewhere?

Stafford Hospital, perhaps?

- With Jan maybe? - Uh...

To be honest, I don't know where to be.

Shay's taking it hard, so I'd kind of like to stay here.

Then stay.

And labor being labor, Jan could go at any time.

Then go.

Is she abreast of the situation?

What, that two out of the three potential fathers of her twins

are currently lost at sea?

- I thought I'd spare her that. - Might be for the best.

Tom, I just need...

Be wherever you need to be, George.

W-Well...

Where are we at?

It's getting tricky, George.

Things have stalled, which means she's getting bored.

But none the wiser?

No, that's under control for now,

but the sooner you get here, the better.

When I can. Just...

Stay the course, please, Big Mac.

- Well, can I come too? - There's no room.

- Yeah, there is. - No, there isn't.

When we find them, we're gonna need room in the boat

to bring them back in.

- When? Or if? - When.

Shay, be helpful here. Search the beach.

- What, looking for bodies? - No!

Well, what else are we gonna find here? If they're alive...

Hey, can you chill out?

Okay, I get that you and lke are close, okay? I get it.

But he is my brother.

So I have a father and a brother out there,

and I intend to find them.

Let's go.

I feel so useless.

Better get searching, then. Come on.

Steve, George, or Zac?

- What? - On the phone.

George. George. He, um... He sends his love.

His love? I don't need his love.

I need him here now so I can blame him for how I feel.

Or Steve. Or Zac. Anyone to shout at will do.

This TV still isn't working.

Really? Hmm.

They said they'd send someone to fix it.

And the radio? It's stuffed.

Typical Stafford. Hopeless.

Did I tell you about

the beautiful place I had lined up in Sydney?

Yeah, yes, you did, yep. Mm-hmm.

Does Stafford even have a birthing pool?

Have you seen my phone?

- No. - Well, the boys.

They'll be trying to get hold of me.

Yes, of course. Look, um...

Jan, I think maybe I should clarify

what I said last night...

Okay. Jan. Time to check your dilation again.

Ooh. Um...

I'll just check the car for your phone.

- Oh, Chloe, isn't it? - Yes.

Jan here wants a birthing pool. Who do I see about that?

Well, I'm not sure that a birthing pool

is the way to go with twins and at your stage.

Stage? Is that a euphemism for my age?

Phone.

I feel terrible.

Don't worry. We're gonna find them.

No. About that, of course, but...

I just have this urge to tell everyone our news.

Oh, that. Right.

It's not every day that you get engaged, right?

No. No, it's not.

I mean, you wouldn't want it to be every day, though,

given it's meant to be a one-time thing.

Yeah, for sure. Yeah.

But you're right. It's not really the right vibe, is it?

No. It would be selfish.

"Oh, my God, look at us. We're so happy!"

Yeah, when everyone else is so bummed, so...

But we are, aren't we?

Like you wouldn't believe.

Hey. That's a bait box.

- Zac's initials. - Oh, God.

No, this is good. This actually tells us a lot.

With the wind direction being northeast

and the current running southwest

on an incoming tide and a waning moon...

Which means what?

Well, if the bait box made it, so can they.

Hey, um, uh, Sean... Uh, Zebra...

Whatever! Look, it's Woody and Tracey.

Zac's a good skipper.

So they say.

So it means they would have been wearing life jackets.

I can't stop thinking of all the dumb reasons lke and I broke up.

I mean, he could be so righteous sometimes,

and that totally drove me crazy, but...

But now you'd give anything just to see his smile?