All language subtitles for bloods.s02e08.1080p.web.h264-ggez_track3_[eng]

-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.

[upbeat music playing]

Come on, Maleek, man, get up.

Get up. You've got this, bro.

[cell phone buzzes]

[tuts]

♪ 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]

[tuts]

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 dicksplash.

-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?
-[Maleek cheers]

Man like Lawrence!

Yes, bruv. [laughs]

That's what I'm talking about!
Yeah, you already know, bro.
You already know.

-[Jo] Nope.
-[Maleek] 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 laguna,
isn't it?

In here, maybe.

Not in here.

[upbeat music playing]

[siren wailing]

[George] 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.

[Jo] 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?
-[Darryl] 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.

[sighs] On second thoughts,
I'll stick with Jo.

[reggae music playing]

[siren wailing]

♪ 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.

[chuckles]

I meant
your feelings with Jo, bruv.

Right.

-[groans] Bruv. Move, man!
-[car horn honks]

Dickhead!

What's wrong with people, man?

[car engine starts]

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.

-[upbeat music playing]
-[ambulance siren wailing]

[knock on door]

[mouthing] Oh, come in.

-[EKG beeping]
-[somber music playing]

How's she doing?

[inhales] I look like Gollum,

so how do you think I am,
Dead Sheeran?

-[Kareshma giggles]
-[Tasha's mom] 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.

[somber music playing]

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.

[operator over radio]
448 Hotel Uniform,
35-year-old man,

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.

[upbeat music playing]

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.

[whirring]

Christ Almighty himself
rose from the dead
quicker than that.

[sighs]

[upbeat music playing]

[fly buzzing]

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.

[instrumental music playing]

-[Violet breathes deeply]
-[Eileen] You all right,
Vi, love?

[Maleek] 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?
-[Lawrence] 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.

[upbeat music playing]

[Wendy] 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.

[Jo] All right.

[zipper zips]

[grunting]

[yelps, panting]

-Yeah, I can see that.
-[Greg groaning]

Shit.

It's definitely looking
like concussion.

We're gonna keep you here
for a bit, okay, mate?

[Darrell] 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.
-[police siren wailing]

Hey, hey, whoa there, big man.

-You're not going anywhere
for now.
-[indistinct radio chatter]

You two okay? You've just copped
a proper naughty one.

Done our clean-up rates
a right favour. Nice one.

No worries, officer.

[upbeat music playing]

[siren wailing]

[Maleek] 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.

[tuts, groans]

Vi, you got two men
fighting over you.

You lucky cow.

[engine starts]

Thanks a lot. Bye-bye.

No, no, no, no. Maleek!

Maleek!

Maleek!

[sighs]

[sobbing] Come on, man.

Come on. All right, come on.

Come on, Maleek, don't, don't.

[groans] No, not now.
Bruv, not now, Maleek.

[exhales]

[Greg] 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.

[Greg inhales]

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.

[sighs] Sorry, Maleek.
I'm gonna have to call this in
to Jo.

[door opens]

-Calling an ambulance?
-Ah.

No, Uber.
Ambulance will take too long.

Not today.
He's only parked round the back.

-Who?
-Your mate.

[Maleek sobs] 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.
-[sighs]

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.

[upbeat music playing]

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.

-[mousetrap clicks]
-Oh! [winces]

-Yes!
-[laughs]

-Ow! [winces]
-The mousetrap!
Wendy, you mentalist!

It's called taking one
for the team, Jo. [giggles]

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.

[Gary] 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.

[upbeat music playing]

[siren wailing]

[mimics air whooshes,
clicks tongue]

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.

[upbeat music playing]

Hey, wait,
you gotta drop me back.

Oi, Lawrence, after we get back
to the depot...

Lawrence! Lawrence!

[siren wailing]

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!

[siren wailing]

[somber music playing]

For fuck sake. [sobbing]

No!

No!

We don't cry in front
of the families, Kareshma.

[sobbing] I should've been here,
Gary,

not dicking about
on some scooter.

-I know.
-I fucking hate
this fucking job.

[sighs]

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.
-[Kareshma sniffles]

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.

[Kareshma sobbing]

I still can't stop shaking.

It's perfectly natural.
You're just in a bit of shock.

Oh, yeah. I heard
you dropkicked some roadman.

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 slideshows.
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. [sobs]

With the panel and my dad.

Last year...

[sobbing]

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?

[sobs, sniffles]

Yeah, yeah.

I would.

Where am I gonna find
one of them?

[somber music playing]

-Ooh!
-[thuds]

[closing theme music plays]