-[fireworks blasting] -Happy New Year!
This man has definitely had a bag of drugs.
-[cheering] -[Lawrence] What are you doing?
I really do need you to come down to the ambulance.
-[Jack] No way. -[man] Shots!
We're working and you're doing shots?
-Uh, no, as if! -[Jo] 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? -[Linda] I'm here.
Maybe describe what you can see, love?
There’s some bin bags..
Yeah, that helps.
[objects clatter]
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.
-[Wendy cackles] -Stop!
Stop touching things man!
Linda?
[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? -[Linda] Here.
You know, it’s okay to admit you're nervous.
I know I am.
[sucks teeth] Oh, please, it’s not that deep.
[Linda] 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.
[opening theme music plays]
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. -[laughs]
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?
[chuckles] 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 lasagna.
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.
-[George] 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? -[toilet flushes]
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! -[Maleek] Stop counting my poo!
Oh!
[siren blaring]
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.
[both sobbing]
[Darryl sobbing loudly]
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.
[whispers] Basic.
[Gary] 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. -[Maleek sucks teeth]
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.
[chuckles nervously] She’s working through a few things.
-Gary, the suit! -Yeah, yeah, Trish, the suit.
[siren blaring]
[indistinct radio chatter]
[Lawrence] This way.
This is the ambulance service, is anyone hurt?
[man] 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?
[man] 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.
[laughs derisively]
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.
[thud]
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.
[indistinct radio chatter]
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.
[sighs] Remind me what you studied again. Oh, yeah, that’s right.
cultural appropriation and being a bellend.
-[laughs] -[man 2] HART team incoming.
[siren wails]
Here they are, sauntering in late as usual, thinking they're so cool.
[Lawrence] They don't even know cool. This is cool.
-Three stretchers, P1... -My God, they're magnificent.
Thank you, I might grow them back.
[Maggie] 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.
[tense music playing]
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.
[exhales]
I am so sorry.
That was deeply inappropriate.
Strike that from the record.
Who are you even talking to, Gary?
[siren blaring]
[George] 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. [chuckles]
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.
[Darrell] Are you free?
-We’re drowning in a crisis. -We need help.
-Uh... Sorry. -[Roger] 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.
[both sobbing]
[siren blaring]
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.
[all] HART!
[upbeat music playing]
[siren blaring from a distance]
Knock, knock.
[dramatic music playing]
Excuse me, excuse me?
[Tasha] 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 Minecraft?
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. -[sucks teeth]
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.
[tense music playing]
We've got another coming out!
[male voice] Get a stretcher.
[groans]
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? -[sighs]
Would it be wrong to say shit loads?
[clatters]
Todger’s still in there! Let’s go!
[indistinct yelling]
I need some help!
[grunting]
[male voice] Come over here, mate.
[male voice] Clear!
[clattering]
[both panting]
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.
-[indistinct radio chatter] -Ah. I must have loosened it.
[siren blaring]
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.
[chuckles softly]
[Darrell] You still there, mate?
-Still here. -[Darrell] This is hard.
Yeah. I’m really not into this.
-Ah, Darryl. -It’s you.
[Darrell giggles]
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. -[sighs]
It’s a sin to kill a mocking bird, Wendy.
[Wendy sighs]
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.
[knocks on door]
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?
[Lawrence laughs]
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.
[closing theme music plays]