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(upbeat music)

- We can look after Anthony.

- That'd be amazing. - What are you doing?

- If you're in with the kid, you're in with the mum.

(grunts) - Hope he wasn't any trouble.

- (stammering) Trouble? - That man.

He was, he was on fire. (siren blaring)

(screaming) (upbeat music)

(siren blaring) (door unlocks)

- Ooh, sorry Jo. - In.

(thuds, door bangs) (siren blasting)

(door unlocks) - Where's Maleek?

- Maleek's gone. (door bangs)

There was a recall at the twat factory.

I've come to take you back too.

- What? - Now,

we've had a serious complaint about you two, Wendy.

Can you guess what it is? - No.

- Nothing comes to mind? - Is it about the kid

and the fire? - What kid?

What fire? - Oh nothing.

- Of course it's the kid and the fire.

Anyway, now I have to observe you on shift.

Report back if you are thick and dangerous,

or if it's just Maleek. - We were both involved.

- Don't try and defend him, Wendy.

He's hardly welcomed you with open arms.

- Okay, he's not a touchy feely sort of person

but you know, if I want a hug, I just hug the stretcher.

- Totally normal. - What have you done

with Maleek? (huffing)

- Move, nee-naw, nee-naw, nee-naw, nee-naw, nee-naw,

nee-naw, nee-naw, thank you, nee-naw.

You all right, mate? - Please.

- Don't worry, I'm here now. (huffing)

You know what, give me a minute.

(upbeat music)

(siren blaring) - Ooh!

- Wenders, mental driving! - I haven't driven

on the blues for a while. - Three, five, eight,

lima charlie on scene. - Found the bleed.

Stab wound to the abdomen. - Nice to see you too, Lozza.

- He's bleeding out. - Well,

let's keep the pressure on the wound then, hey

but let's chat. - [Radio] Is the bike

paramedic there yet? - Lovely of you to join us,

Maleek, lucky for you, Wendy drives like an absolute bastard.

- Rah, I see you're driving now.

Just jumping in my grave, I bet the,

I bet the steering wheel wasn't even cold.

- Sorry about bike duty. - What are you sorry about?

This is lit, I'm finally where I belong, on these streets.

Not cooped up in some metal cage

plus I can cancel my gym membership now.

- You go to the gym? - Yes.

- Right (whispering) I'm sorry you took the blame

for Anthony. - (whispering) It's okay.

I'm not a snitch, I'm ride or die

but gangster to gangster, you owe me big time.

- Bullshit Wendy, he tried to blame it all on you.

- Did I say which northern blonde lady in her late 50's?

No, no, I didn't, don't be like them, Jo.

Snitches, snitches! - [Radio] Zero, seven, zero...

(upbeat music) (siren blaring)

- Okay, what have you got for me?

Youssef, he's 46, was found alone unresponsive in his flat.

- Didn't ask for his fucking dating profile.

- He has a large swelling in the neck and...

- Everything okay, do you need a choccie biccie?

No and, and he was coughing up blood.

So I think he could... - Shh!

Everyone, the paramedic wants to diagnose the patient.

- Sorry, wait, I've got to ask, are you two related?

- We all look the same to you?

Is that it? - Oh God, no, no.

I didn't, didn't... - Yes, we're twins.

Now, can we get back to the dying patient please?

I think it could be TB. - Wrong.

I'll take it from here, you stick to delivering the bodies.

Okay, let's go, triage two.

- So are you two close? (upbeat music)

- [Radio] Zero, seven, zero, got a fainter in the park.

- Oh, man. - [Radio] Think you guys

could take it? (upbeat music)

- Dad, man, what the hell? - Are you a paper boy now?

- No, it's an, it's a promotion, yeah?

Elite zero emissions task force.

- What next, roller skates? - Ha ha, look I got to go.

- Look at you, already trying to leave your father.

- I'm at work! - So where's

the small white lady? - I'm solo now.

I'm off the leash. - She left you?

- Left who, no one can't leave me.

If anything, I left her. - Don't worry, son.

You've come to the right man, I know what woman wants.

Women like gifts. - So?

- So I need you to take this to your mother.

- Dad, what the, you've already used it.

No, man. - Just two small scoops.

Smooth it over and give it to her,

or is that too much for you? - How am I supposed to...

- Now you want to ask questions!

- Used hand cream. - Are you not in a rush!

Go, go then! - I'm going.

Yeah, yeah. - Vamoose!

- Bye, dad. (upbeat music)

- Oh Loz, yeah, I'm going to this craft beer thing tonight.

- Ah, I love a craft beer. - That's weird,

I had absolutely no idea. - What?

Lawrence is always on about the craft scene.

- All those IPA stickers on his locker?

- Yeah, you gave me Easter off for the beer festival.

Remember? - Yeah.

I'm a busy professional Lawrence.

Not a stalker, it's not like I remember every word you say

looking for clues to the secret of your soul.

- Right. - But if you want to come,

it's a free country, I can't stop you.

- Thing is, well... - Chill out!

It's not a date mate, unless, I mean...

- I can't come tonight. - Okay.

'Cause I'm finally sorting through Karen's old clothes.

- Aw, yeah. - Well maybe you don't need

to get rid of them just yet. - No,

I've put it off too long. - Yeah, chuck 'em.

- Or you could make them into a memory blanket.

- A what? - I made one out of our scrubs

from our first shift together.

- Mate, you didn't. - Mate, I did.

- Mandem, yo biker boys, aw shit, shit.

- Whoa! - Sorry.

- What the hell? - What the flip, man?

Puddle. - Fuck sake.

Kids everywhere. - Fuck sake.

It's annoying, nice to meet you guys though.

It's a good day for that, good day to save lives.

Good day to keep the heart rate pulsing.

(beeping) Oh, it's also Calipo time.

Blaw, blaw! (chuckles)

All right, keep your hair on, crying.

I got another one, who wants it?

Who wants it, who wants it, I thought it was lame

when my old partner suggested it

but it's actually pretty great.

Paramedic fuel. - No, it's a reductive sugar.

Will dehydrate you the minute you start peddling,

which will reduce your performance on the job.

- Ooh, well guess who gets to have two?

Fresh. (upbeat music)

- So you and Lawrence, what's going on?

I mean, I, I saw what happened just then.

Oh, the excellent communication by two

of the best paramedics on the job?

- All I'll say is, you got a lot going for you Jo.

You don't need to wait around for some man to notice you.

- Wait, what, you think, I fancy Lawrence?

Ugh, I don't even want to be noticed.

That's why I love camo. - Oh!

So you won't mind me coming along

to the craft beer thing-a-ma-jig with you tonight, then?

- Well I'm actually thinking of not going now Wendy, so...

- Oh, is that because Lawrence isn't going?

- No, idiot! - Ow!

- Sorry Wendy, sorry Wendy, you all right?

Let's do it, if you think you can keep up.

Destination lashtown no stragglers? - Right.

- Yeah? - Well,

you don't need to worry about me

when it comes to boozing. - Yeah?

- My Facebook pic is a sign that says,

Keep Calm and Prosecco. - My cock just shrunk.

Never say that again. (upbeat music)

- I don't know, I thought London would be different.

You know, a chance to meet exciting people.

I don't even know my neighbours.

Sometimes, I time putting out the bins in the morning

so that I can give them friendly little smile

but when I do, they look at me like I'm some sort

of cuckoo deranged person. - Imagine.

- And I left behind a five-bed semi

in a cul-de-sac with a WhatsApp group

and monthly barbecues on the green.

What have I done Jo, what if I've made a terrible mistake?

- This is the craft beer talking.

This is what happens when you drink hoppy spunk

out of designer bottles, how can you not do Fosters?

- All right! (grunting)

- Man like Lawrence? - Hey Maleek.

- Bruv, I'm mashed up man, ah bless.

This guy is still, no lurgies and that.

- Thanks. - Gotta look after each other.

- Yeah. - Us cycling men.

- More of a motorbike man, bit different but...

- Come on man, we're the same, bruv.

- Yeah. - Stop fighting it.

- Yeah, I suppose we're both lone wolves

to a certain extent. - Lone wolves.

(howling) - That was dead.

Yo, do you ever get lonely, you know like,

just someone to talk to, I'm cool with it.

I was just thinking maybe you get lonely.

No, it suits me, you know, I like the silence,

being on the bike, you know? - Yeah, I feel that.

Feel that Lawrence, silencio.

♪ On the bicycle, on the bicycle ♪

Yo, can't we race back to the depot, clock off,

get a couple of coffees, you know,

like one of them oat milk brothers?

- Don't take this the wrong way Maleek

but I, I, I come here to be alone

with Karen, got this bench made for her.

She loved this spot. - Jeeze!

Big Lawrence, balling, buying benches and that.

That's deep, man. - So if you,

if you don't mind, I'd like to...

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I've gotta go to the gym anyway.

- You go to the gym, do you? - Yes, yeah.

- Yep. - See you in a bit, Lawrence.

- You know, he's got a bench with her name on it.

Is over there daydreaming of her dead face.

She is cock blocking me from the grave.

- You have to do something, make a move.

- Yeah? - Show him that Karen's

in the past and you're in the future.

- Yeah? - You're a beautiful,

intelligent, forceful woman. - Oh, what?

Wendy, stop. - I'm serious!

I'm serious! - No, I'm not!

- Look. - Yeah?

- If you bottle up your feelings,

you'll end up doing something stupid like I did.

- Like what? - Oh, it's nothing.

It's just a saying, isn't it, don't do something stupid

like I did, I think it's from an advert or something.

Was it bread? - What did you do?

- I didn't do nothing. - Wendy?

- No, I just, anyway, we're not talking about me.

We're talking about you and...

- Wends, Wenders? - What?

- We need shots. - What?

- Shots!

Wendy, 0500 hours, come on, shit, shower, shave.

- I feel like I've only been asleep 20 minutes.

- Yeah, about right, come on, grow a pair, get up.

- Where am I? - My gaff.

- I don't remember coming back here.

- No, me neither, oh, classic night for the lads.

You are a dark horse, Wenders.

- I've got cuts and scratches everywhere.

- Yeah, I think we crawled home.

I've got so much dirt under my nails.

- Me too. - We took the shortcut

through the park. - Let my head stop spinning

and I promise to tidy up. - Shit.

Shit Wendy, we've done something bad.

- We killed someone? - Please, no.

- Ooh! - Fuck! (both groaning)

(upbeat music)

(muffled speaking) - Can't listen to music

on your bike, health and safety.

- Health and safety? - Yes, health and safety.

- Yeah, all right, Push bike prick.

- What? - Hmm?

- I thought you... - What?

- Said something, so... - What?

- No, I'm just, - prick, prick - right right, I just.

- What? - Yeah, really professional.

Well done. (bike clatters)

- Oh, yeah, yeah, brilliant, you're a prick.

- [Radio] Count one unconscious male.

Suspected overdose by the railway tracks.

- Hey boy, you give your mum that cream?

- She didn't text me. - She changed

her number again, stop riding your BMX.

Does your mum have the Netflix?

Tell her, she wants the Netflix, I know a guy.

Maleek, does your mum have the Netflix?

Do you have the Netflix password?

- Oi, did dad give you a call?

- No. - No?

Well they mentioned they want their money back

for your education, you know, since it was a total

waste of time. - Can you just admit already

that my TB diagnosis was right?

- And that would be me breaching doctor...

Sorry, let me say that again,

I think I stuttered, doctor patient confidentiality.

I'm sure you have no idea what that is,

as you're just a sort of Uber with aspirins.

- I could have sworn you'd be the evil twin.

(cross talking) - No, nope.

- Maybe we could sneak in tonight and put it back.

- Can't sneak anywhere carrying a bench, Wendy.

Anyway, Lawrence already knows it's gone.

He stops there on his way in, reads the paper

or some shit. - I can't face him.

I'll see you in the ambulance.

- No one's going to think it was us

if we don't act weird, okay, just be breezy.

- Breezy. - Stop, stop, stop, stop.

What the hell are you doing, Wendy?

- I'm trying to be breezy. - Okay.

- My back is killing me. - All right.

- I'm in a very weird place right now.

- Just be calm, it's all fine, okay?

Nice. - Makes me feel worse.

- There you go, Lawrence probably

won't even be that bothered. - Don't worry.

We'll find whoever did this. - When we do,

I'm going to grab them, I'm going to say,

who you think you're messing with, punks?

- And I'll say, you're messing with the wrong guys,

you son of a bastard and then I'll bite them.

- Yeah, no biting but I like this energy.

- You all right Lawrence, time of the month?

- Someone stole Karen's bench last night.

- What? - Oh no!

I hate it when those unexplainable things happen.

So weird that this happens the same night I get rid

of all her clothes, you know, it's like a sign.

- You threw out her clothes, Lawrence good for you.

That is a big step forward in the grieving process.

- Maybe it was too soon. - No, definitely not.

Maybe in a weird way what happened

with your bench is another step in that process?

- I just don't see it like that.

I feel like I've been thrown back to square one.

- Aw, come on. - Sorry.

That you feel bad, I mean, obviously not apologising

for anything more specific. (upbeat music)

- Yes ladies, Jennifer, ooh-woo!

Wendizzle, ha yo just wanted to let you know

that I reached an overdose in two minutes thirty, yeah.

- Wow, you literally did your job.

- Yeah, you're welcome, so what you two

are a proper thing now, yeah, I'm happy for you, man.

Finally got your partner to go

and get white girl wasted with.

- Look, if you ever want to go out

and just drink like a normal amount, I'm game.

- Ha ha, bet you are, big friend of the year.

- I don't want you getting lonely on your tod.

- Lonely, I'm not, I'm not lonely.

I've been listening to the true crime podcast.

Can you believe her own daughter did it?

Not actually got there yet! - Oh, sorry, sorry, sorry.

Sorry, sorry, I, no look, no spoilers, yeah?

But yeah, her daughter did it.

Ooh glasses, wheelie, but yeah good,

good recommendation, have you, have you got any...

- Wendy, now. - Bye, Maleek.

- Bye. - We've got to tell him.

- We are not telling Lawrence, Wendy, okay?

Just, Jesus, ruin everything we have.

- Just to play devil's avocado,

do you actually have anything?

- There's a deep bond there, Wendy.

- Just to play devil's avocado one last time, is there?

- This is your fault. - I told you

to tell him how you feel, not kidnap a bench.

- Didn't carry it half a mile on my own, did I?

You mainly talk about feelings.

I thought Maleek was the problem but it's you.

You are dangerous. - Me, dangerous?

How many samurai swords does one person need?

You're like a time bomb waiting to go off.

(tyres screech) (groaning)

- Oh, thank God, it's just Maleek.

(groaning) - Two deliveries in one day?

Do I get a stamp, is my tenth one free?

- Sticks and stones may break your bones.

- Yes, I know that Gary, I'm a paramedic.

It's just, I know I'm right about that diagnosis.

- Well, you know what you need to do then.

- Pretend to be her and sleep with her boyfriend?

Yeah, I did that with the last two.

She just does the same back. - No.

I was going to say you need to let it go.

Accept that they know more than us.

We're not doctors. - No, we're not

(whispering) but I look like one.

- Oh Jesus, Jesus! - What a wuss.

At worst a sore ankle. - Is he going to be all right?

I feel awful. - You better be Wendy

or you're done, you're finished.

- Bro calm down, yeah? - I'll be calm

when this lunatic is behind bars.

- What? - Wendy wasn't driving.

I was. - How could you?

- Darrell, Darrell, she's our boss.

- Sorry, I better just go. - Maleek's just

such a good friend of ours, so...

- Yeah. - That was kind.

You didn't need to do that. - I know.

Just leading from the front. - But won't you be in trouble?

- Me, no, I can make this all go away.

Play the blame game write a clean report,

point out Maleek was wearing earphones.

- But why would you do that? - Because Wendy,

if you don't keep your mouth shut

about the bench, I will tell Maleek that you ran him over

and you called him a fat speed bump while you did it, okay?

(upbeat music)

- I'm going to need the file on that blood cougher

from yesterday, Youssef something.

- Is everything okay Dr. Patel?

You seem different. - Yeah, I'm drunk on the job.

You should report me, stick a sexual assault

on there while you're at it. (upbeat music)

- Ow, ow, all right, all right.

It was TB, he died last night. Get in!

(upbeat music)

- Maleek, you're back! - What?

You forgot everything already?

Go around to your side man, opening up a man's door

like that, no manners, mannerless.

- Oh, I dreamed about this day.

- Ugh, keep me out your fantasies, please.

- So your ankle's all better then?

- Nah you know but real talk, Jo was proper,

proper apologising for running me over.

- Did she, oh good. - Yeah.

My cycling homies are gonna be struggling though without me.

Yo, that mentioned getting a statue of me

to remember me by but I was like, allow it man!

I'm humble, you know? - Yeah.

Anyway, it's good to have you back.

Real OGs back into this ting! - Yeah!

- Whoa, what are you doing, stretcher!

You know the rules. - Right.

Chest pains, male, sixties, oh!

That's your dad's address. (siren blaring)

- There are some messed up people out there.

- Are you threatening my family?

- I'm off to the bogs for a bit of (whistles poorly).

My lips are really dry.

♪ That saved a wretch like me ♪

- Hey, hey, hey, we're gonna shut that shit down

before I switch. (upbeat music)