Bloods (2021–…): Season 2, Episode 7 - Episode #2.7 - full transcript

Happy New Year!

This man has definitely
had a bag of drugs.

What are you doing?

I really do need you
to come down to the ambulance.

- No way.
- Shots!

We're working
and you're doing shots?

- Uh, no, as if!
- I've got a guy in a coma.

- Shit.
- Yeah.

Just got an email with the date
for your inquiry. Don't worry.

Also, do 'cause it could be
a career ender.

- Linda?
- I'm here.



Maybe describe what you can see,
love?

There's some bin bags..

Yeah, that helps.

What if she's a psycho?

Look, I ain't trying
to get turned into no lampshade.

She's not a psycho.

She's just a lonely old lady

who's got some issues
letting go of the past.

Stop!

Stop touching things man!

Linda?

Here.

I'm definitely double bagging.
She got me even mad.

You've been twitchy all morning.



Are you worried about
the serious incident panel?

Please, I didn't even know
that was today.

- Linda?
- Here.

You know, it's okay to admit
you're nervous.

I know I am.

Oh, please,
it's not that deep.

Sorry, am I keeping you
from something important?

We just misdiagnosed a patient
on New Year's

and now he's in a coma
and we're being investigated.

Linda?

Do you think I freaked her out?

No.

We're gonna need
an extra crew here.

Wendy's been running off
her mouth again.

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Ah. Hey, Jo, morning.
How are you?

- Good, you?
- Yeah great.

I must tell you,
I went full Greek last night.

-Watched a Yorgos Lanthimos film
-Okay.

And I ate moussaka
at the same time.

Oh.

Oh yeah,
I love me some béchamel.

Although when it comes out
of the oven, it can be very hot.

- Like white lava.
- Yeah.

Got to be careful with béchamel

You certainly have. Listen, um,
I switched shifts with Kareshma.

- I hope you don't mind?
- Okay.

And who gave you the authority
to mess with my rota?

Well, I just thought it would be
good if we spent the day together

'cause I sense some awkward
vibes since New Year's

- and the whole...
- Amazing prank I played on you?

- Right, but if it was a prank...
- Which it was.

...why does it feel
so weird now?

You know, you haven't
called me mate or dickhead

this entire conversation.

And you didn't make fun of me
about the moussaka,

which I know for a fact
you call shit lasagne.

Sorry if the bants aren't up to
your high standards, Lawrence,

but I've been quite busy
running a depot.

I'll see you out there.

- Everything okay?
- Oh, yeah.

Living the bloody dream.

Puppy dogs and ice cream
flavoured unicorn dicks.

Establishing a healthy
relationship with Lawrence

is never going to be easy Jo, but I
think you're making real progress.

Keep talking, I'll progress
this coffee into your face.

Spoke too soon.

Everything alright, Maleek?

This is your fourth poo
of the day.

You normally only
do three total.

Why you keeping tabs on my poo,
you mad woman? Is nothing secret?

Look, maybe if we talked about
exactly what we're gonna say to the panel,

- you'd feel less anxious.
- I'm not anxious.

You're the one that's anxious.
You're shook.

- You're more shook.
- Look in the dictionary

for shook and there you'd be,
except no one would know it was you

because your photo would be
all blurry from how shook you are.

Ah, I forgot to spray.

- That's five!
- Stop counting my poo!

Oh!

I hate seeing you like this.

Going back to Australia
might not be that bad.

Think of the barbecues.

Burnt sausages.

- The beaches.
- Blonde's dirt.

I'm just saying
it could be worse.

- How?
- You could be me. All alone.

Constantly reminded that my
whole world's on the other side

of the whole world.

Morning, Kareshma.

So, Gary emailed me.

Yeah, right click
and go to block sender.

No, no, he's emailed me
because he's worried about you.

You have a patient with cancer,
Tasha?

He says you two have fostered
quite a bond.

So?

So, I think
it would be really great

if we had a chat
about boundaries.

Yeah, not happening.

If I wanted to be dissected

by someone I dislike,

then I'd just go home
for Sunday lunch.

- That's interesting.
- Hmm, no, it isn't.

And for the record,
I have very healthy boundaries.

Hmm, strawberry.

Basic.

So, I've been union rep
for a year,

this is my first
serious incident.

And I've done tons of research.

Obviously I feel sorry for the
brother 'cause he's in a coma,

but we did everything
we possibly could.

And that's the truth.

I can handle this, Maleek.
I want you to know that.

It's gonna be alright though,
innit?

Of course.

You'll probably just end up
doing a bit of retraining.

And that's
the worst case scenario?

- No. Worst case scenario is...
- They'll dead us?

They'll dead your careers.

Well, why are you
not wearing a suit?

- Do you think I should?
- Yeah, blood!

If my career's on the line,
my rep needs to be repping.

Yes, I'll call Trish.
Have her drop it off.

Don't leave without...

You discuss my business with that
witchdoctor again and I'll end you.

She's
working through a few things.

- Gary, the suit!
- Yeah, yeah, Trish, the suit.

This way.

This is the ambulance service,
is anyone hurt?

No, it's, it's mostly
just bumps and bruises.

And Jasper's got
a nasty cut on his leg.

How are you doing for food
and water?

We've been drinking
our own urine.

Oh, and someone's found
a packet of roasted chickpeas.

Oh, I'm not sure which is worse.

Well, don't worry, the Hazardous
Area Response Team are en route.

Unfortunately, we have to wait for the
posers to grace us with their presence

before we can get you out.

Let's get this entrance
shored up.

You've got to admire them,
haven't you?

Who? Hose monkeys
or the falafel goblins?

The eco-warriors.

Admire them? For what?

Digging a shitty tunnel
underneath a construction site

or protesting a road that would
knock six minutes off my commute?

Risking their lives to save a
beautiful sanctuary from desecration.

What?
This park is a call-out hotspot.

Even the swans are on crack,
you absolute...

Go on.

What were you gonna call me?

Employee.

You absolute employee.

So, let's begin shall we?

The dictionary defines guilt

as responsibility
for having done something wrong.

But what could be more wrong

than judging a person
by the events

of one fateful evening?

Ooh, your hands are all sweaty.

This is my wedding suit.
We got married in December.

Does anyone know where the F
the effing HART team are?

I wish I was in there with them.

Fighting the good fight.

Yes, uh, I was quite the swampy
in my youth.

Hmm, lived in a squat
for the entire summer of '87.

Only wore hemp.
Morally, I felt incredible.

Physically, my body
was just one giant rash.

And then there was the dreads.

I'm sorry, as in dreadlocks?

Yeah. I think I've actually got
a photo of them here.

Although we are at work, so
maybe that's a bit unprofessional.

Oh my God, I have just
discovered the holy shitting grail.

I was experimenting
with my sense of self post-uni.

Remind me what you
studied again. Oh, yeah, that's right.

Cultural appropriation
and being a bell end.

HART team incoming.

Here they are, sauntering in late
as usual, thinking they're so cool.

They don't even
know cool. This is cool.

- Three stretchers, P1...
- My God, they're magnificent.

Thank you,
I might grow them back.

We'd like you to take us
through the call out, step by step,

and remember it's important

that you be as honest
and detailed as possible.

Well, a call came in about a young
man at a party with abdominal pains.

Um, once we got to the party,
Maleek took the lead.

- So, you assessed Mr. Hughes?
- Yeah. Yes.

Well, I tried, however,
he was kind of resistant.

- In what way exactly?
- Objection!

I have pointed out
on a few occasions now,

- this is not a trial.
- I'm sorry.

- Plead the fifth.
- What does that even mean?

I don't know but I'm hopelessly
out of my depth

and the sweat's
stinging my eyes.

Mr. Hughes was inebriated.

I explained to him the risk
of not going to hospital,

but he brushed it off.

Which is when you spoke
to control?

Yes, and he told us
it was our call to make.

So, man bounced...

Uh, exited the aforementioned,
uh, soirée.

And there's nothing more
you could have done

to persuade the patient
to come with you?

- Not short of dragging him.
- Which we would never do

as our ting
is strictly by the book.

Wendy.
Anything you'd like to add?

Um...

No, that's,
um, that's pretty much it.

- Pretty much?
- Yeah.

That is it, that's everything
that happened on that shift.

You're sure? There's nothing
else you want to tell us?

Nah, fem...
I mean, right, partner?

But if something comes to light
at a later juncture

which we believe
you've kept from us,

this could have very, very serious
consequences for both of you.

Wendy?

You owe it to your patient to
tell the complete truth today.

Look, maybe we should
just take a break?

I think Maleek might have been
drinking on shift.

Oh, fuck.

So, can you just describe
exactly what you saw?

I saw Maleek get handed
two shots.

That doesn't mean
that I did 'em.

I would never disrespect
the uniform.

But you're admitting
accepting the drinks.

Yes, but when they did theirs,
I dashed mine on the floor.

It's like the fake orgasm
of drinking.

Everybody's happy
and there's minimal mess.

I am so sorry.

That was deeply inappropriate.

Strike that from the record.

Who are you even talking to,
Gary?

It's not often
we get a visit from head office.

Well, I just thought
I'd pop in,

see how everything's going,
nothing sinister.

Oh good. That's a relief.

Saying that, we are getting
some pressure

-from the higher ups
-Pressure?

Well, I guess they're just
sort of wondering

what you've been up to
during your time here.

I have found South Hill
to be a bit of a challenge.

And I think I'm finally
getting somewhere.

Yeah, I'm just finalising
my report, actually.

Excellent.

But, just so I can appease
the overlords,

what would you say
those headlines are going to be?

When it comes to pastoral care,

this depot has a fundamental
failing in leadership.

Ah, so Jo, then?

She's rude, demotivating,
disrespectful.

Oh, such a shame.

Cause her approach does get
the ambulances out incredibly fast.

Which obviously is not as important
as the team's mental well-being.

Are you free?

- We're drowning in a crisis.
- We need help.

- Uh... Sorry.
- I'll leave you to it.

I'm sorry lads, I'll just...

Okay,
so how can I help this time?

We need bereavement counselling.

I'm so sorry, who died?

Just our hopes and dreams.

Okay, he could be bleeding out.

We need to go in whether
that shaft's secure or not.

- Shaft.
- Not now, Lawrence.

- Jo, right?
- Uh, yeah.

This is gonna be
all hands on deck.

- And Ian, is it?
- Lawrence.

Yeah, I knew it was
one of those names.

Do me a favour, run to the rig
and grab my thermos.

These crusties are gonna need
a hot cup of char

once we pull them from the dirt.

Leemo, Todger, you're with me.

HART on three. One, two, three.

HART!

Knock, knock.

Excuse me, excuse me?

Kareshma?

Yeah, they moved my room.
The sink was leaking.

Oh, cool.

Yeah, cool, I was just, um, I was
just dropping off another patient.

Do you want to come in
and play some Mine craft?

Yeah. Sounds good, buddy.

Buddy? Shit, I must look worse than
I thought if you're being nice to me.

Well, you do look like they're
put Vin Diesel in a microwave.

You had me worried there
for a second.

They've been in there a while.

I'm so sorry.

I hadn't even decided whether
I was gonna say anything.

It just all got too much.

Oh, whatever, Judas.

Fem, man, you're worse
than Judas.

You're like that purple bear
in Toy Story 3.

The one that baits up
Woody and his crew

after pretending
he's their brethren.

I'm still your brethren.

I've been so worried about you
recently.

Staying out late,
coming to work hung over.

I tried to talk to you but you,
but you keep me at arm's length.

Yeah, you're just trying
to get close to me

so you can shank me in my back.

All I'm asking for
is better communication.

And today,
if you weren't hiding anything,

why were you doing
all those nervous poos?

Bruv.

Look, he's a posh white patient
and I'm a young black paramedic.

I didn't think
they were gonna believe me.

Turns out it wasn't even the panel
I should have been worried about,

it was you, you damn snitch.

They've come to a decision.

We've got another coming out!

Get a stretcher.

You're fine, it's not too deep. One
of my colleagues will give it a clean.

He'll also explain
what clean means.

Having fun?

Would it be wrong
to say shit loads?

Todger's still in there!
Let's go!

I need some help!

Come over here,
mate.

Clear!

Not bad for a muggle.

What are you doing wasting away
in ambo?

Uh, actually mostly,
I waste away behind a desk.

Huh.

Yeah.

I think actually maybe I need to
send a couple of my useless melts

- to come train with you.
- Yeah?

Yeah.

Or you could just come.

I can smell one of us
a mile off, Jo.

Well, I am very, very flattered,
but I've got my depot, my team,

and they're not
all useless melts.

I didn't know which was tea
and I couldn't check

because the lids
are screwed on inhumanly tight.

Ah. I must have loosened it.

Sounds as though you've become
quite dependent on each other.

- He's my everything.
- Same.

Okay, well I'm afraid you are
going to have to come to terms

with the prospect of being a
Darrell, rather than one of the Darrells.

How is that even possible?

Well, the first thing
I'd suggest

would be perhaps spending some
time apart before Darrell leaves.

Okay, let's give it a try.

Um, I didn't mean right now.

You still there, mate?

- Still here.
- This is hard.

Yeah. I'm really not into this.

- Ah, Darryl.
- It's you.

When Maggie said that they were
gonna disregard my statement,

that's final right?

Nothing on anyone's record?

The way they saw it,
there's no proof Maleek drank,

so even if you stood by

- what you've say...
- Which I don't.

Well, either way,
it's your word against his.

No proof's not the same
as not guilty, though, is it?

- Of course it is.
- No...

That's the thing about all this
court room fiction I've been reading,

it's what it's based on.

Not very helpful.

It's a sin
to kill a mocking bird, Wendy.

How about I buy you
a katsu curry

and we draw a line
under this awful day?

We need to celebrate.

The panel have cleared us
of any wrong doing.

I really want us to move on
from this, Maleek.

Yeah. Moving on sounds good.

Ah, that's such a relief
to hear you say that.

I want to get re-partnered,
Wendy.

Come in.

Hey.

Can I have a quick word?

Yeah, if you've come
to mess with me, Kareshma,

I'm really not in the mood.

I hate knowing Tasha's gonna die

and there's nothing I can do
about it.

Take a seat.

I enjoyed today.
Hanging out.

- Me too.
- Pub?

Nah.
I think I'll get an early one.

Hello, I'm looking for my
mate Jo, have you seen her?

Just don't really fancy it.

Come on, one pint,
I promise I won't...

I said no, I don't want to go
for a sodding drink with you!

I don't want to sit in a pub
like a total dick

acting all matey just
so you don't have to feel bad

about rejecting me
on New Year's.

You said it was a prank.

Then you're a total dick.

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