Bloods (2021–…): Season 2, Episode 8 - Episode #2.8 - full transcript
- Shot, shot!
- We're working, you're doing shots?
- No, as if.
- Is there anything I need to know about?
- We did everything right.
- Transplant didn't work. It's incurable.
You have a patient with cancer.
I hate knowing Tasha's gonna die
and there's nothing I can do about it.
I think Maleek might have been
drinking on shift.
I really want us to move on
from this, Maleek.
I wanna get re-partnered, Wendy.
Come on, Maleek, man, get up.
Get up. You've got this, bro.
♪ Good times ♪
♪ Seem so much better
With you ♪
♪ You make my life so sweet
Make it all complete ♪
♪ I wouldn't be the same
Without you ♪
Oh, done that, man.
Snake.
Opening theme music plays...
Bruv, I don't want your dead
Mary Berry cookie, man.
And that should say a lot 'cause
you know me, I love biscuits.
You went and told the SI panel that me,
this here Maleek, was drinking on shift.
I know I did, and I was wrong.
Wendy, bad things happen to Black
men when white women accuse them
of things they haven't done.
Look at Kanye West.
He ain't spit one good bar since Kim
K come and start running up her man.
Mm, it's a fair comparison. My
booty's also broke the Internet.
- Do you think it's funny?
- No.
Look, Jack's out of the coma.
He's gonna be fine.
You've been cleared.
So, please, can we just move on?
I am moving on, Wendy.
I'm done-ing us.
Because if you really deep it,
you don't trust me.
I do trust you, but you have
to tell the SI panel every...
I'm not telling
the SI panel shit, man.
Oi, Jo, I beg you get this snake away
from me and tell me who my new partner is.
Yeah, bad news on that, mate.
Uh, it was really short notice.
I tried, but, uh, all I could
get was, uh, that dick splash.
- Man like Lawrence?
- Yeah.
- Don't play mind games with me.
- I don't play mind games, Maleek.
They're not really games, are they?
Man like Lawrence!
Yes, bruv.
That's what I'm talking about! Yeah,
you already know, bro. You already know.
- Nope.
- Haters, man.
Dirty Diana.
Jo-bot. Try not to leave this
in the pub next time.
A hazardous area risky response
for a bag?
Bit much even for you fanatics.
Hm. Couldn't help myself.
It's a HART thing.
We go the extra mile.
Oh, underground in a hard hat.
You lucky gits.
Jo, you were born
to be a HART paramedic.
No, I was born for the army. Uh,
everything else is just waiting for death.
Luckily for you,
we are the army in an ambulance.
Next week, we've got a taster
course for potential HART recruits.
You don't like it, you can
come back to the granny lifters.
The Chinook takes off next week
and I hope you're on it.
It's just a motorway journey in
a hydra and a la gun a, isn't it?
In here, maybe.
Not in here.
Morning.
- Oh, George.
- Hello.
Um, I wanted to ask you. I did
the right thing with Maleek, didn't I?
I'm afraid
only you can answer that.
Help me understand
why you're asking?
'Cause some joker put this
in my locker.
Oh, mousetrap.
That was me, Wendy.
'Cause you're a rat.
You did the right thing,
but you're still a rat.
- I'm not a rat.
- You are a lying rat who waited to the last minute
to come clean.
Classic rat behaviour.
Uh, maybe we can find some other
language to express our feelings here.
I prefer "grass."
You can go a bit Ray Winstone
on it, you know,
drag it up from your guts.
- Grass.
- You were there, Gary.
- What else was I supposed to do?
- I'd have cut my tongue out first.
I would've cut out my heart, so it
couldn't send blood to my tongue.
Okay, all right.
I am observing some exclusionary
behaviour around Wendy here.
I suggest we reflect on ways that we
can loop her back into the team dynamic.
Ahead of you there, George. I'm partnering
with her 'cause I'm a great team leader
and I don't want some other mug
getting stuck with her.
I'll ride with her.
- Aw, thanks, duck.
- Oh. Aw.
- At least I've got one friend left.
- Yeah.
You're a sociopathic bastard who chucked
your partner under the bus, and I respect it.
On second thoughts,
I'll stick with Jo.
♪ What is
The human connection? ♪
It's good, this.
Rhythms, man. Good for the soul.
- I like me some reggae.
- Yeah, man.
Oi, Jo proper burnt you like
a cheap steak back there, man.
Well, ironically, cheap steak
has a high water content,
which means it's less likely to
burn than a more expensive cut.
I meant
your feelings with Jo, bruv.
Right.
Bruv. Move, man!
Dickhead!
What's wrong with people, man?
What I like to do
if this job's twisting my melon,
I like to indulge in a little
something called throttle therapy.
I already know
I don't wanna hear this.
I mount the iron horse,
feel that hum between my thighs,
and ride the steed until the stress
melts away. Yeah, you should try it.
I am not into that Fifty Shades or
white people sex business, yeah?
Well, I'd break you in gently
with a little side saddle.
Lawrence, man.
- On the motorbike.
- Oh, so why didn't you start with that, then?
I thought I had to draw for some
lube or something to bite down on.
It's just a chance for you to hit the
open road and hang loose, you know?
Astride my silver beast.
Oh, come in.
How's she doing?
I look like Gollum,
so how do you think I am,
Dead Sheeran?
Tasha.
Oh, it's all right.
Doesn't mind, do you, Gaz?
- Not like she called him a ginger c...
- Kareshma.
See, Mom, this is why
I can't have these drugs.
- They're killing my swag, so...
- Aw, that's a shame.
You're gonna need some new ones for the many
ways I whoop your ass at Mario Kart, mate.
Yeah, give it up, K.
I'll be dead
before you're that good.
Come on, people.
The gig is over.
Now, let's not make
like the tour bus isn't ready
to whisk me away
from the stadium.
Southville Park,
suspected fracture.
448 Hotel Uniform received,
over.
I'm sorry.
We best be off.
Will you come back later?
Fuck yeah, I'm coming back.
Good, 'cause I wanna give you
my console
and things I should donate to the
ward, but they're all massive pricks.
And you guys
are just average-sized ones.
That's the nicest thing
you've ever said to me, madam.
Laters, loser.
I found her like that
when I came to get her up.
I can't move the bed 'cause my top
vertebrae's crumbled like feta cheese.
Mm. Do you have any bath towels that you could
loop under her arm and lift her that way?
What? Nah, nah, nah, nah.
We need to boost Princess Vi up
with the lifting cushion.
Might be some stealth snaps in
them bones. I don't wanna chance it.
Lifting cushion? Isn't that
a little bit thorough?
Lawrence, have you been in front
of a serious incident panel
while they're sucking the marrow out of your
bones and the bones of your unborn children?
- No.
- Well, when you do, come and chat to me about thorough.
All right, Maleek.
Let's do it your way.
Christ Almighty himself rose
from the dead quicker than that.
Frick off, you fricking fly!
It can smell your fear.
Just do what I do,
picture it naked!
Get it off me! Get it off!
Holy hell.
I think the fly got
some of my DNA and mutated.
Ah, don't worry. It's just a massive
guy with a hammer and a bag of money.
Oh, thank God for that.
Wait, that means
the fly is still out there.
You all right, Vi, love?
Okay, look.
You see this line here?
Yeah? I'd want it to be
more like, um-um, um-um, um-um.
But with your girl
Violet Beauregarde here,
it's more like, tss-ks-t-ks,
um-ks-ks, umks-rargh.
- You get me?
- She's not complaining of chest pains.
And she is 90, so even with a
little skippidy-bippidy-bow-bow,
I'd be happy to sign her back
over to her primary care team.
Nah, but not before we do
a full muscular skeletal exam,
'cause we like to be thorough, so we can twirl
on our haters when they come for our necks.
You're not in the dock, Maleek.
I've got your back,
little brother.
Great.
I beg you write down the results
for me, then, my brudda.
Careful, Jo.
This guy's a bit, er...
- An octopus?
- No. He likes to cop a feel.
Cop a feel? Spit it out, Wendy,
I don't speak 1970s.
Me and Maleek stand sort of
back-to-back so he don't grab our bottoms.
Well, that's 'cause
you're a couple of limp dicks.
- He won't dare try that with me.
- All right.
So, Greg, dengue fever, is it?
Yes. Feels like the first flush
of unbridled passion.
- Come on, Jo, we're going.
- Wendy, I got this.
All right.
Yeah, I can see that.
Shit.
It's definitely looking
like concussion.
We're gonna keep you here
for a bit, okay, mate?
Your body's
a real work of art, dude.
We were thinking of getting
tattoos of each other's faces.
But I can't find anyone that'll do
justice to Darrell's masculine beauty.
Ah.
Hey, hey, whoa there, big man.
You're not going anywhere for now.
You two okay? You've just copped
a proper naughty one.
Done our clean-up rates
a right favour. Nice one.
No worries, officer.
Just try and lift.
Is that normal?
For Violet? Yeah.
- Is this normal?
- For Violet, yeah.
Come on, Maleek.
Let's close this out now.
Brexit time, lads.
Is she staying or going?
- Staying.
- Going.
Bruv, can you just trust me
on this one?
- She's staying, Maleek.
- Fine.
Actually, do you know what?
It's not fine.
Vi, you got two men
fighting over you.
You lucky cow.
Thanks a lot. Bye-bye.
No, no, no, no. Maleek!
Maleek!
Maleek!
Come on, man.
Come on. All right, come on.
Come on, Maleek, don't, don't.
No, not now.
Bruv, not now, Maleek.
I should report you
for this.
Just punch me in the face,
we'll say no more about it.
I'm not a barbarian.
I'm not punching you anywhere.
This is your fault, Wendy.
That wing nut reports me, I will
have the higher-ups all over South Hill.
Right.
There's only one thing for it.
Sorry, Maleek. I'm
gonna have to call this in to Jo.
- Calling an ambulance?
- Ah.
No, Uber.
Ambulance will take too long.
Not today.
He's only parked round the back.
- Who?
- Your mate.
This is like work!
- What are you playing at?
- Hm.
What if we'd got a call?
Someone could've died.
Yeah, I'm sorry.
Never go off in a sulk
like that. Never.
I wasn't sulking.
I thought we were simpatico.
The fuck does that mean?
In tune.
Oi, Vi keeps pointing
to her chest.
Your right hand in my back
pocket for four seconds,
- and that's the end of it.
- Really?
You're... you're... you're just
gonna let me have a free hit?
Well, as long
as you don't grass.
Wendy, you don't have
to do this.
I know I don't.
Oh!
Yes!
Ow! -The mousetrap!
Wendy, you mentalist!
It's called taking one
for the team, Jo.
Oh, Greg!
That looked like it really hurt.
Bit sore? Yeah.
Probably need to see a paramedic
for that.
We'll... we'll have
to take you in.
Is there anyone other
than your wife you can call
to come and look after
your daughter? A neighbour?
Traveling circus?
No, but my wife won't be long.
Great. Let's go.
No, no. We can't just leave her.
Yeah, I'm not a monster.
I'll tie her laces together
so she can't run off.
One of us
will have to wait for Mom.
I can't deal with kids.
They freak me the fuck out.
All right, I'll stay.
But don't blame me
if you get stuck in A&E
and can't get to Tasha
before visiting ends.
Yeah.
Okay, yeah, fine, whatever. I'll
stay with the miniature moron.
Just hurry up.
We're going
to lift you up,
and then we're gonna walk you
to the ambulance.
My colleague's going to stay with
your daughter till your wife gets here.
Good call this afternoon,
by the way.
Sorry I doubted you.
Nah, I don't blame you, Law.
I blame myself.
I exposed myself to you.
- Mm, I don't think you did.
- I came on too strong.
You know, I showed you my soft side
where I keep all my feelings and slow jams
and them ting there.
You know, I thought
it would be different with you.
I thought
you'd actually trust me.
Turns out, you're just Wendy
with a porn star mustache.
- I made a clinical judgment...
- Ah-da-da-da-da. It don't matter. It don't matter.
I learnt bear things
from you today, my brudda.
Bear tings.
But it's time
this hombre rides out alone.
I feel that.
But it can get lonely out there,
my friend.
That's why I'm gonna hitch
my wagon to Jo.
Adios, muchacho.
Adios, sombrero.
Hey, wait,
you gotta drop me back.
Oi, Lawrence, after we get back
to the depot...
Lawrence! Lawrence!
Thank you. I'm so sorry
I'm late. Has she been good?
She tried to show me
some of her dancing,
but, uh, don't worry,
I shut that shit down.
Kareshma, come on!
- What?
- Hurry, quick! It's Tasha!
For fuck sake.
No!
No!
We don't cry in front
of the families, Kareshma.
I should've been here,
Gary,
not dicking about
on some scooter.
- I know.
- I fucking hate this fucking job.
It's hard not to sometimes,
but this is the job.
And you're flipping well good
at it,
in your own potty-mouthed way.
So I'm gonna take you downstairs
and we're gonna sit and drink crappy
coffee for as long as you need to.
I think I just wanna stay here
for a bit.
Okay.
That works too.
I still can't stop shaking.
It's perfectly natural.
You're just in a bit of shock.
Oh, yeah. I heard
you drop kicked some road man.
We got jumped by a fly.
Can you, um, give us
the room, lads?
Yeah, we'll swing about.
All right.
Oh, please, I bench-press
heavier than you. Move.
I know, but then you wouldn't get
to hear me say how truly sorry I am.
No cookies or slide shows.
Just me, I'm afraid.
If I were a better partner
to you,
I would've known that there
was just no way you'd do that.
We wouldn't be in this mess.
Oh, Maleek.
Oh, duck!
Oh, duckie. It's all right.
- Look, come and sit down. It's all right.
- It's not all right, though.
I'm so tired.
With the panel and my dad.
Last year...
I can't sleep.
I didn't even wanna get
out of bed this morning.
Do you think
you should talk to someone?
You know, like a close friend?
Yeah, yeah.
I would.
Where am I gonna find
one of them?
Ooh!
Closing theme music plays...
- We're working, you're doing shots?
- No, as if.
- Is there anything I need to know about?
- We did everything right.
- Transplant didn't work. It's incurable.
You have a patient with cancer.
I hate knowing Tasha's gonna die
and there's nothing I can do about it.
I think Maleek might have been
drinking on shift.
I really want us to move on
from this, Maleek.
I wanna get re-partnered, Wendy.
Come on, Maleek, man, get up.
Get up. You've got this, bro.
♪ Good times ♪
♪ Seem so much better
With you ♪
♪ You make my life so sweet
Make it all complete ♪
♪ I wouldn't be the same
Without you ♪
Oh, done that, man.
Snake.
Opening theme music plays...
Bruv, I don't want your dead
Mary Berry cookie, man.
And that should say a lot 'cause
you know me, I love biscuits.
You went and told the SI panel that me,
this here Maleek, was drinking on shift.
I know I did, and I was wrong.
Wendy, bad things happen to Black
men when white women accuse them
of things they haven't done.
Look at Kanye West.
He ain't spit one good bar since Kim
K come and start running up her man.
Mm, it's a fair comparison. My
booty's also broke the Internet.
- Do you think it's funny?
- No.
Look, Jack's out of the coma.
He's gonna be fine.
You've been cleared.
So, please, can we just move on?
I am moving on, Wendy.
I'm done-ing us.
Because if you really deep it,
you don't trust me.
I do trust you, but you have
to tell the SI panel every...
I'm not telling
the SI panel shit, man.
Oi, Jo, I beg you get this snake away
from me and tell me who my new partner is.
Yeah, bad news on that, mate.
Uh, it was really short notice.
I tried, but, uh, all I could
get was, uh, that dick splash.
- Man like Lawrence?
- Yeah.
- Don't play mind games with me.
- I don't play mind games, Maleek.
They're not really games, are they?
Man like Lawrence!
Yes, bruv.
That's what I'm talking about! Yeah,
you already know, bro. You already know.
- Nope.
- Haters, man.
Dirty Diana.
Jo-bot. Try not to leave this
in the pub next time.
A hazardous area risky response
for a bag?
Bit much even for you fanatics.
Hm. Couldn't help myself.
It's a HART thing.
We go the extra mile.
Oh, underground in a hard hat.
You lucky gits.
Jo, you were born
to be a HART paramedic.
No, I was born for the army. Uh,
everything else is just waiting for death.
Luckily for you,
we are the army in an ambulance.
Next week, we've got a taster
course for potential HART recruits.
You don't like it, you can
come back to the granny lifters.
The Chinook takes off next week
and I hope you're on it.
It's just a motorway journey in
a hydra and a la gun a, isn't it?
In here, maybe.
Not in here.
Morning.
- Oh, George.
- Hello.
Um, I wanted to ask you. I did
the right thing with Maleek, didn't I?
I'm afraid
only you can answer that.
Help me understand
why you're asking?
'Cause some joker put this
in my locker.
Oh, mousetrap.
That was me, Wendy.
'Cause you're a rat.
You did the right thing,
but you're still a rat.
- I'm not a rat.
- You are a lying rat who waited to the last minute
to come clean.
Classic rat behaviour.
Uh, maybe we can find some other
language to express our feelings here.
I prefer "grass."
You can go a bit Ray Winstone
on it, you know,
drag it up from your guts.
- Grass.
- You were there, Gary.
- What else was I supposed to do?
- I'd have cut my tongue out first.
I would've cut out my heart, so it
couldn't send blood to my tongue.
Okay, all right.
I am observing some exclusionary
behaviour around Wendy here.
I suggest we reflect on ways that we
can loop her back into the team dynamic.
Ahead of you there, George. I'm partnering
with her 'cause I'm a great team leader
and I don't want some other mug
getting stuck with her.
I'll ride with her.
- Aw, thanks, duck.
- Oh. Aw.
- At least I've got one friend left.
- Yeah.
You're a sociopathic bastard who chucked
your partner under the bus, and I respect it.
On second thoughts,
I'll stick with Jo.
♪ What is
The human connection? ♪
It's good, this.
Rhythms, man. Good for the soul.
- I like me some reggae.
- Yeah, man.
Oi, Jo proper burnt you like
a cheap steak back there, man.
Well, ironically, cheap steak
has a high water content,
which means it's less likely to
burn than a more expensive cut.
I meant
your feelings with Jo, bruv.
Right.
Bruv. Move, man!
Dickhead!
What's wrong with people, man?
What I like to do
if this job's twisting my melon,
I like to indulge in a little
something called throttle therapy.
I already know
I don't wanna hear this.
I mount the iron horse,
feel that hum between my thighs,
and ride the steed until the stress
melts away. Yeah, you should try it.
I am not into that Fifty Shades or
white people sex business, yeah?
Well, I'd break you in gently
with a little side saddle.
Lawrence, man.
- On the motorbike.
- Oh, so why didn't you start with that, then?
I thought I had to draw for some
lube or something to bite down on.
It's just a chance for you to hit the
open road and hang loose, you know?
Astride my silver beast.
Oh, come in.
How's she doing?
I look like Gollum,
so how do you think I am,
Dead Sheeran?
Tasha.
Oh, it's all right.
Doesn't mind, do you, Gaz?
- Not like she called him a ginger c...
- Kareshma.
See, Mom, this is why
I can't have these drugs.
- They're killing my swag, so...
- Aw, that's a shame.
You're gonna need some new ones for the many
ways I whoop your ass at Mario Kart, mate.
Yeah, give it up, K.
I'll be dead
before you're that good.
Come on, people.
The gig is over.
Now, let's not make
like the tour bus isn't ready
to whisk me away
from the stadium.
Southville Park,
suspected fracture.
448 Hotel Uniform received,
over.
I'm sorry.
We best be off.
Will you come back later?
Fuck yeah, I'm coming back.
Good, 'cause I wanna give you
my console
and things I should donate to the
ward, but they're all massive pricks.
And you guys
are just average-sized ones.
That's the nicest thing
you've ever said to me, madam.
Laters, loser.
I found her like that
when I came to get her up.
I can't move the bed 'cause my top
vertebrae's crumbled like feta cheese.
Mm. Do you have any bath towels that you could
loop under her arm and lift her that way?
What? Nah, nah, nah, nah.
We need to boost Princess Vi up
with the lifting cushion.
Might be some stealth snaps in
them bones. I don't wanna chance it.
Lifting cushion? Isn't that
a little bit thorough?
Lawrence, have you been in front
of a serious incident panel
while they're sucking the marrow out of your
bones and the bones of your unborn children?
- No.
- Well, when you do, come and chat to me about thorough.
All right, Maleek.
Let's do it your way.
Christ Almighty himself rose
from the dead quicker than that.
Frick off, you fricking fly!
It can smell your fear.
Just do what I do,
picture it naked!
Get it off me! Get it off!
Holy hell.
I think the fly got
some of my DNA and mutated.
Ah, don't worry. It's just a massive
guy with a hammer and a bag of money.
Oh, thank God for that.
Wait, that means
the fly is still out there.
You all right, Vi, love?
Okay, look.
You see this line here?
Yeah? I'd want it to be
more like, um-um, um-um, um-um.
But with your girl
Violet Beauregarde here,
it's more like, tss-ks-t-ks,
um-ks-ks, umks-rargh.
- You get me?
- She's not complaining of chest pains.
And she is 90, so even with a
little skippidy-bippidy-bow-bow,
I'd be happy to sign her back
over to her primary care team.
Nah, but not before we do
a full muscular skeletal exam,
'cause we like to be thorough, so we can twirl
on our haters when they come for our necks.
You're not in the dock, Maleek.
I've got your back,
little brother.
Great.
I beg you write down the results
for me, then, my brudda.
Careful, Jo.
This guy's a bit, er...
- An octopus?
- No. He likes to cop a feel.
Cop a feel? Spit it out, Wendy,
I don't speak 1970s.
Me and Maleek stand sort of
back-to-back so he don't grab our bottoms.
Well, that's 'cause
you're a couple of limp dicks.
- He won't dare try that with me.
- All right.
So, Greg, dengue fever, is it?
Yes. Feels like the first flush
of unbridled passion.
- Come on, Jo, we're going.
- Wendy, I got this.
All right.
Yeah, I can see that.
Shit.
It's definitely looking
like concussion.
We're gonna keep you here
for a bit, okay, mate?
Your body's
a real work of art, dude.
We were thinking of getting
tattoos of each other's faces.
But I can't find anyone that'll do
justice to Darrell's masculine beauty.
Ah.
Hey, hey, whoa there, big man.
You're not going anywhere for now.
You two okay? You've just copped
a proper naughty one.
Done our clean-up rates
a right favour. Nice one.
No worries, officer.
Just try and lift.
Is that normal?
For Violet? Yeah.
- Is this normal?
- For Violet, yeah.
Come on, Maleek.
Let's close this out now.
Brexit time, lads.
Is she staying or going?
- Staying.
- Going.
Bruv, can you just trust me
on this one?
- She's staying, Maleek.
- Fine.
Actually, do you know what?
It's not fine.
Vi, you got two men
fighting over you.
You lucky cow.
Thanks a lot. Bye-bye.
No, no, no, no. Maleek!
Maleek!
Maleek!
Come on, man.
Come on. All right, come on.
Come on, Maleek, don't, don't.
No, not now.
Bruv, not now, Maleek.
I should report you
for this.
Just punch me in the face,
we'll say no more about it.
I'm not a barbarian.
I'm not punching you anywhere.
This is your fault, Wendy.
That wing nut reports me, I will
have the higher-ups all over South Hill.
Right.
There's only one thing for it.
Sorry, Maleek. I'm
gonna have to call this in to Jo.
- Calling an ambulance?
- Ah.
No, Uber.
Ambulance will take too long.
Not today.
He's only parked round the back.
- Who?
- Your mate.
This is like work!
- What are you playing at?
- Hm.
What if we'd got a call?
Someone could've died.
Yeah, I'm sorry.
Never go off in a sulk
like that. Never.
I wasn't sulking.
I thought we were simpatico.
The fuck does that mean?
In tune.
Oi, Vi keeps pointing
to her chest.
Your right hand in my back
pocket for four seconds,
- and that's the end of it.
- Really?
You're... you're... you're just
gonna let me have a free hit?
Well, as long
as you don't grass.
Wendy, you don't have
to do this.
I know I don't.
Oh!
Yes!
Ow! -The mousetrap!
Wendy, you mentalist!
It's called taking one
for the team, Jo.
Oh, Greg!
That looked like it really hurt.
Bit sore? Yeah.
Probably need to see a paramedic
for that.
We'll... we'll have
to take you in.
Is there anyone other
than your wife you can call
to come and look after
your daughter? A neighbour?
Traveling circus?
No, but my wife won't be long.
Great. Let's go.
No, no. We can't just leave her.
Yeah, I'm not a monster.
I'll tie her laces together
so she can't run off.
One of us
will have to wait for Mom.
I can't deal with kids.
They freak me the fuck out.
All right, I'll stay.
But don't blame me
if you get stuck in A&E
and can't get to Tasha
before visiting ends.
Yeah.
Okay, yeah, fine, whatever. I'll
stay with the miniature moron.
Just hurry up.
We're going
to lift you up,
and then we're gonna walk you
to the ambulance.
My colleague's going to stay with
your daughter till your wife gets here.
Good call this afternoon,
by the way.
Sorry I doubted you.
Nah, I don't blame you, Law.
I blame myself.
I exposed myself to you.
- Mm, I don't think you did.
- I came on too strong.
You know, I showed you my soft side
where I keep all my feelings and slow jams
and them ting there.
You know, I thought
it would be different with you.
I thought
you'd actually trust me.
Turns out, you're just Wendy
with a porn star mustache.
- I made a clinical judgment...
- Ah-da-da-da-da. It don't matter. It don't matter.
I learnt bear things
from you today, my brudda.
Bear tings.
But it's time
this hombre rides out alone.
I feel that.
But it can get lonely out there,
my friend.
That's why I'm gonna hitch
my wagon to Jo.
Adios, muchacho.
Adios, sombrero.
Hey, wait,
you gotta drop me back.
Oi, Lawrence, after we get back
to the depot...
Lawrence! Lawrence!
Thank you. I'm so sorry
I'm late. Has she been good?
She tried to show me
some of her dancing,
but, uh, don't worry,
I shut that shit down.
Kareshma, come on!
- What?
- Hurry, quick! It's Tasha!
For fuck sake.
No!
No!
We don't cry in front
of the families, Kareshma.
I should've been here,
Gary,
not dicking about
on some scooter.
- I know.
- I fucking hate this fucking job.
It's hard not to sometimes,
but this is the job.
And you're flipping well good
at it,
in your own potty-mouthed way.
So I'm gonna take you downstairs
and we're gonna sit and drink crappy
coffee for as long as you need to.
I think I just wanna stay here
for a bit.
Okay.
That works too.
I still can't stop shaking.
It's perfectly natural.
You're just in a bit of shock.
Oh, yeah. I heard
you drop kicked some road man.
We got jumped by a fly.
Can you, um, give us
the room, lads?
Yeah, we'll swing about.
All right.
Oh, please, I bench-press
heavier than you. Move.
I know, but then you wouldn't get
to hear me say how truly sorry I am.
No cookies or slide shows.
Just me, I'm afraid.
If I were a better partner
to you,
I would've known that there
was just no way you'd do that.
We wouldn't be in this mess.
Oh, Maleek.
Oh, duck!
Oh, duckie. It's all right.
- Look, come and sit down. It's all right.
- It's not all right, though.
I'm so tired.
With the panel and my dad.
Last year...
I can't sleep.
I didn't even wanna get
out of bed this morning.
Do you think
you should talk to someone?
You know, like a close friend?
Yeah, yeah.
I would.
Where am I gonna find
one of them?
Ooh!
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