Ricochet: How to Save a Life Casualty

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# I will sing your praises... #

Oh, aye. How did the hot date go, mate?

It didn't. Would you believe it? she'd never even heard

-of Martin Luther King!

-Martin who?

-Ha-ha-ha, very funny(!)

-Is that your idea of a chat-up line?

"Do you come here often and, by the way,

"can you name a black civil rights leader of the 1960s?"

-Seriously, man. No wonder you're still single.

-I make no apologies.

I want a woman with a heart and mind,

not just a killer body.

Hey, come on. One out of three ain't bad.

Alexander?

I think I might be indestructible.

You appear to find that amusing.

Yeah, mate!

-Hit me.

-Eh?

Go on. Hit me as hard as you can.

-See? I knew it.

-Wow!

-Nothing can hurt me.

-Wow! That is sick, man!

Do you think I might be indestructible too?

I don't see why not.

Go for it. Whack me as hard as you can.

Where do you want me to hit you?

Right here, mate.

OK.

-I'm going to sew up that hole in your jacket.

-It's a hoodie!

Well, it needs sewing, whatever it is.

-You doing anything special today?

-Just meeting up with Jade.

-Oh, good.

I like Jade. I'm glad that's working out.

-Treat yourself.

-No, no!

-Take it!

-No, I should be giving you money.

-Take it!

-Nana, I'm already late.

-It's good to be young, Steven.

-You make the most of it.

-All right, I will.

Did you say your prayers, little brother?

Yeah, prayed for you. You're the one that needs them.

Let's be having you.

-Hello, mate.

-Hello, mate.

So, what happened to you?

Shakira hit me in the face.

Well, I believe you. Thousands wouldn't.

Well, you know, Dix.

-# Hips don't lie! #

-So what've you taken, pal?

A tab of acid. Do you want one?

No, no thanks. I have enough trips

driving backwards and forwards from the hospital.

All right, young man. Put that down.

I need to hit myself over the head with it.

-Why would you want to do that?

-I'm indestructible.

-No, you're not.

-Yes, I am.

No, you're not. Believe me.

Jeff, just try a bit of patience, eh love?

Nice one. Good lad. Thank you

Come on, love. Let's get you in the back of the ambo, eh?

Ah!

Oh, just what I needed!

Patience, Dixie. Patience.

Come on, mate.

Easy, Easy, Easy!

8-2! And it's Arsenal versus Man U all over again.

-Shut up! You're still going to get whipped.

-Yeah? How?

Ah!

LAUGHTER

Ah!

-You all right?

-Psych!

Don't do that, man! Thought it was real.

-Who are you?

-You won't get much sense out of these two, mate.

Timothy Leary.

Is that Timothy Leary, the erstwhile advocate of free love

and hallucinogenic drugs?

-Yeah.

-OK, Tim. Do you want to jump up on the bed, sir?

I'm sorry to tell you, you died in the 1990s.

-And believe me, it's starting to show.

-My teeth are hungry.

Will you get them something to eat?

Why don't I just pop them under the pillow for the tooth fairy?

Rinse them in some warm saline. I'll reinsert them.

And who are you?

No, don't tell me. Aldous Huxley? Thomas de Quincey?

-I'm John.

-John, right. Have you taken LSD as well?

-Certainly not!

-No?

-I despise drugs.

How then do you account for your current condition?

I think I might be turning into a god.

-I'm sure I can still smell sick.

-Nah, you're fine.

You know, sometimes Jeff, I feel like a bin man.

-We pick up the rubbish one day, next it's back again.

-Well, it's different rubbish.

I just never feel I make a difference.

Oh, come on! You make a difference to me, Snoopy.

-Ah! Thanks, pal.

-Phew!

-Hey, Stevie!

-Yo.

Little Stevie Wonder!

We been leaving you messages.

-How come you never call us back?

-No credit, man.

Here.

-What's this?

-A present.

I'm feeling kind.

Go buy yourself some credit. And while you're at it,

get new trainers and new bottoms, yeah?

Stevie.

There's a lot more where that came from if you team up with us.

-A lot.

-I bet you won't spend it all on drugs

like the rest of your dumb family.

-Nah, I don't do drugs.

-He don't drink, don't smoke.

-Only had the one girl.

-OK, you can shut up!

One girlfriend? What's that all about, cuz?

Faithful, innit?

Right.

Faithful, yeah?

I like it.

Faithful I can use.

OK.

Now, I got a question for you.

You know what being part of a crew means,

Don't just nod, I want you to think about it.

Yeah, listen to the man.

Mm, cos this is deep.

Bigger than your friends,

bigger than your girlfriend

that you're faithful to.

You name it.

There's a chance for you

to join a whole new family.

-Ain't something you can just walk out on.

-Let him talk, blood.

I know what you think. I already know what you think, fam.

So?

I'm in.

All right! So, I'll ask you again.

How far you willing to go?

-Far as it takes.

-Far as it takes!

Mm.

All right.

How about this far?

Right, if you can't keep your mouth open, you'll have to go toothless.

-Open wide, Xander.

-Hey!

-Will you go away, please?

-We don't need your help, thank you very much!

-Come on! Open the gates of hell!

-Will you go away?

XANDER GIGGLES

Nice and wide for me, please. Nice and wide.

Just one more.

There you go.

-Pretty good. Nice job.

-Thank you

Where's the other one gone?

Great, that's all we need(!)

Thing is, Stevie, we've got a bit of a problem.

You know who Daz is?

I seen him about, still.

Well, he's been dealing at the park again.

We explained to him that's our turf

but there's something wrong with his hearing, know what I mean?

He don't even sell good gear.

Kids.

Kids, you know, have ended up in hospital.

Bad for business.

We're going to look weak if we don't take measures.

I don't want you to merk him or nothing.

Just make sure he walks all funny for the rest of his life, you know?

Is that OK with you?

What's that?

-I ain't never shot no one before, innit?

-Exactly!

That's the point.

Look, the cops, feds, police,

whatever you want to call them,

they don't know you. That's the beauty of it. It's like magic, fam.

All right. Give me a minute.

Yo, what's the big deal?

No one's asking you to ice the guy.

-Just pop him once in the leg. Boom, it's over.

-I know.

Pass this test and you'll be set up for the rest of your life.

You and me working together.

I thought that was what you wanted? Think of all the money you'll make.

Enough to take care of Nan in her old age.

Buy your girl whatever she wants.

This is a once in a lifetime opportunity.

You get me?

Yeah, I'll do it.

-You sure?

-Yeah, I'm in.

I'm proud of you, know?

He's in.

Ha-ha! Brother!

You're family now, man!

Look at this finger.

It goes this way...

-..and that way...

-Find anything?

Mm. NUS card.

His name's Alexander Forbes-Blackwell.

..and that way

and this way.

-Any sign of Mr Invincible?

-Perhaps his friend will help us

once he stops talking gibberish.

A time, of course, that may never come.

You OK?

Who's coming to my party?

-Eric and Charlie.

-Yay!

-And Zack, Darren and Richard.

-Yeah, yeah, yeah!

-And Harriet.

-No! I said no girls!

She's your cousin.

OK, but she has to sit outside.

You have to get over this attitude towards girls, Jacob.

In a couple of weeks time, you'll have a new baby sister.

Are you going to make her sit outside, too?

Yep!

I want to get out.

OK.

Arms up. Woosh!

Here you go

Come and watch me at the climbing frame! MOBILE PHONE RINGING

In a minute. I'll just speak to your mum first.

Yeah...

HE SPITS

What do we need?

Hang on a sec. Excuse me, mate?

Would you mind stop doing that? It's a children's play area.

So that's crisps, jelly.

Yeah, I can ask, but I don't think they sell party hats.

SCREAMING

Jacob!

Jacob! Jacob, come on!

CHILDREN SCREAMING

-OK, Jacob.

-You OK, son?

Why was that man shooting at us?

I don't know. I think he's just... I think he was just a crazy man.

Jacob?

Oh, God! Jacob!

Help!

I need some help!

Here you are. Here's one for you.

It's bad news, all right?

The world's about to be squashed by a giant meteor in four hours.

But it's good news cos a top celebrity chef

has offered to cook your favourite meal.

What'll you order?

Nowt. I'd just get drunk.

No?

If it was me, I'd have a nice fillet steak.

Medium rare, some chunky chips, grilled tomatoes.

All that red meat, Jeff. Not good for your ticker, sweetheart.

Who cares? About to be squashed by a giant meteor, aren't I?

RADIO: Control to 3006, Control to 3006.

3006 go ahead, over.

We've got a young male in Wesley Park, gunshot wound to the chest.

Patient conscious and talking. Armed police in attendance.

Safe to approach.

-3006, we're on our way. Over.

-Get indigestion.

SIRENS WAILING

-Clear your hands for us, please.

-DI Cook. What's his name?

This is Jacob. This is Mark, Jacob's father.

Hello, Jacob. Can you hear me?

-Can you tell me what happened, sweetheart?

-Go away.

How old are you?

-He's five.

-I'm nearly six.

-Six?

You're a big boy for nearly six, aren't you?

Mind if we have a look at you?

OK.

Dix! Focus, mate.

-Pulse 130

-OK, OK

Am I going to die?

No, mate. You're not going to die.

SIRENS WAIL

But will I miss my birthday party, Dad?

Don't worry, Jacob. we'll have your birthday party on a different day.

-Get him in, yeah?

-Yeah, OK.

OK, just going to get you in the ambulance, OK?

-Got him?

-Yeah.

-OK.

Sit over there for me, love.

Gav, how is he?

-Still conscious, but he's lost a lot of blood.

-OK.

I want the area sealed off. No one enters or leaves

without being questioned. Check all CCTV,

make that an absolute priority.

-Gav, you're covered in blood. Get cleaned up.

-Yeah.

-Gav?

-Do you need a minute?

-No, I'm OK. I'll be fine.

I'd just love to get my hands on whoever's done this.

Me too.

-Charlie.

-What's up?

-We've got a five-year-old boy

with a gunshot wound to the chest. Conscious and alert at present,

-but a lot of blood loss.

-Right.

Linda, can you lay up a chest drain set?

-I'll tell X-ray and CT we're going to need them.

-Oh, and Linda?

Contact theatre. Warn them we may need to come up fast.

-OK.

-Charlie? Can I help?

No, I'm going to need you in cubicles.

-How old did he say the kid was?

-Five.

Five? And he's been shot?

Oh, hellfire!

SIRENS WAILING

It's all right, Jake. Everything's going to be OK.

-Dix, can you step on the gas, please?

-OK, mate!

As quick as you like.

Yeah?

So glad to hear that, man.

That was Dog.

They closed off the park. Cops everywhere.

Apparently, there's been...

POSH VOICE: "a violent incident involving firearms."

Hey, killer! I hear you've been busy?

I'd offer you a drink, but kid don't drink.

Don't drink, don't smoke.

Just shoots people!

HE LAUGHS

-What's up with your faces?

-Didn't go down as planned, bruv.

-Say that again?

-I messed up.

You telling me you killed him?

-I kinda missed him.

-You what?

He moved pretty fast for a white guy, man.

You think this is funny?

No, no!

How many shots you fire?

Three, four? I don't know. I can't remember.

And you missed every time? Maybe you really are Stevie Wonder.

It's not good, mate.

-What's that?

-Thought you might want it back, innit?

Fool!

-What you doing bringing that back into my crib?

-Put that away, bruv.

Are you special needs or what?

-No, man. I just thought...

-Don't talk when I'm talking!

When I talk, you listen. You hear me?

Don't ever do that again, man.

-You what?

-Keep your hands to yourself. I had enough of that

from my dad.

Why?

What are you going to do?

Huh?

That's what I thought.

(Pussy.)

Yeah? If you're such a big man, why don't you do your own dirty work?

If I'm a pussy, what does that make you?

OK. That's it.

-Lay him down.

-Get off me, man!

Get off me!

Don't, please, Anton.

Get off me!

You want to stop me?

That's what I thought.

Get off! Chris...

Who is a pussy now?

I am aware of that...

This is Jacob Broker, nearly six.

Gunshot wound to the lower chest, no exit wound.

Lost approximately two units.

BP's 130, pulse 33. Two of morphine and two of saline. That's his dad.

OK, stay back, please.

One, two, three, up. And across.

On three. One, two, three.

Hello, Jacob. What has happened to you, then?

-I got a bad cut on my tummy.

-A bad cut? OK. We're going to check you.

Can we get another line in, please?

Straightaway, please.

I am on it.

One, two, three.

-OK, Jacob, good lad.

-No sign of sucking.

-Excellent.

-Dad, he said bullet. Have I been shot?

Don't worry, Jake.

He said bullet.

-How can it be a bullet if I haven't been shot?

-Yeah, you've been shot.

But your dad's right, this is a great hospital and we'll make you better.

-He's right, Jacob.

-Good, breath sounds bilateral.

All things considered, he is doing remarkably well,

but let's not take that for granted.

Obs every 15 minutes and let's get him x-rayed.

You can hold his hand.

..At 92%.

SHE HUMS

DOOR OPENS

Stevie, are you back already?

< MOANING

I was calling...

Oh, my God... Oh, no. Oh, no!

-Stevie. Don't worry, Nana going to get some help.

-I'm fine, no.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

DIALS PHONE

Hello?

Ambulance, please.

Hurry, please.

The fact that his condition is stable is irrelevant,

given the implications of his injury.

What do I mean?

I mean that if this boy is not operated on soon, he will die.

Is that clear enough for you?

Good, make sure you do.

-Nice speech.

-DCI Rippon. How nice to see you again.

-Nice to see you too.

-And it's Supt Rippon now.

-Oh, congratulations.

-It's Nick, isn't it?

-Yes, it was, last time I looked.

If I promise to keep these press vultures off your premises,

-will you do me a favour?

-What's that?

If the situation changes or you hear of anything related to the shooting,

let me know as soon as possible.

That sounds like two favours.

I will also need to speak to his father at some point.

I can organise that.

-And I am going to need somewhere quiet to do it.

-Noel?

Could you find the superintendent a suitable office to use, please?

-Sure.

-Thank you.

-This way.

No comment. No comment. How many more times?!

You need to phone the press office.

By bringing this number, you are actually preventing people

with real medical issues from getting through.

-Another journalist?

-Yeah.

-Have you seen the news crews outside?

-It's like a swarm of locusts.

-They like to charm.

All of them fighting to be the one with the front-page

picture of a kid on a life-support machine.

-It makes you sick.

-I agree. But one of them is bound to get to us.

Not if I can help it. I can spot a journalist from 20 paces, you know.

-Oh, yeah?

-Take this couple here.

Ordinary bloke with his pregnant wife, except...

-This isn't the maternity department.

-Exactly!

I reckon she might have a telephoto lens up her jumper.

-I'm here to see Jacob Broker.

-Oh, yeah. Who might you be?

-His mother.

-I can confirm that.

-Right, Mrs broker. Matt, would you...

-Yes.

-20 paces, eh?

Well, nobody is infallible. This way.

Your mummy is here, Jake.

-Mum, a man shot me.

-I know Jackie, I'm so sorry.

Lucky he's such a brave boy.

I can't breathe.

All right. Chest is down significantly on the left. BP 80/50.

I suspect this is a haemopneumothorax.

Get a chest drain in.

-Got it.

-Right, let me explain the situation.

Jacob's obviously very poorly. We are doing everything we can to stabilise him.

-It shouldn't be too long before we can take up to theatre.

-Thank you, Doctor.

Actually, I'm a nurse. These two chaps are the doctors.

-What's happening?

-One of his lungs has collapsed.

Don't worry, we'll have him fixed, OK?

Charlie, any news on the surgeons?

You are being so brave...

Yes, they have an SPR coming in from St James's

but apparently he's stuck in traffic.

Wonderful(!)

Oh, my God! Is he going to die?

Not if we can help it.

Just try and stay calm. You're being really brave. You're doing really well.

-Ready to release? Releasing the clamp.

-That's it.

It is a haemopneumothorax.

Get the parents out, please. Two units of all O-neg, stat.

Someone called haematology. I need four units.

Can you wait outside, please? Don't worry. It will be OK.

OK, Jacob. Good lad.

HE GROANS

Sorry. Nearly done.

-OK.

-Thank you.

You seem to be a bit more lucid. Can you tell me what your name is?

Alexander Forbes Blackwell, but you can me Zander.

Certainly not.

-Where's Shakira got to?

-Shall we not do this again?

I don't mean the real Shakira. I'm talking about my mate, John Shakir.

-Where is he?

-We don't know, actually.

-That's bad.

-Yes, it is.

Your friend told me that he had not taken any drugs.

He was quite insistent about it.

-Can you tell me why he might have come to this erroneous impression?

-No.

Are you aware that John has a history of depression?

-Really?

-Yes, he had quite a nasty breakdown at school.

I would imagine it would take a lot to get your life back on track and go to university.

-It was meant to be a joke, all right?

-What was?

John's my flatmate.

He's a nice enough bloke but he's a bit middle-class,

do you know what I mean?

-He is middle-class. And so are you.

-No, what I mean is...

He's very anti-drugs.

-He says I'm a lazy loser who is wasting his life.

-I'm beginning to warm to him.

Yeah, well, this morning I got sick of it

so I slipped a tab of acid into his tea.

-Just for a laugh.

-Hilarious. My sides are splitting(!)

Can you describe the individual the gunman appeared to be shooting at?

About 20, erm, average height,

white, shaved head, tattoos.

Anything else you can remember? Anything at all?

-It seems odd but he kept spitting.

-Spitting?

-Yes.

I asked him to stop because it was a kids' play area,

but he just ignored me.

How did he react when the gunman started shooting?

-I have never seen anyone run so fast in all my life.

-So quite athletic?

-Would you say?

-Definitely.

-And you think the man escaped uninjured?

-Yeah.

But then again, what do I know? I thought Jacob was fine.

I'm sorry, my son is very ill and I want to be with him. Please.

-Can't we do this later?

-Yes. Of course, sir.

Piccadilly Circus.

-Jeff?

-This is Stephen Kingsley, he is 16 years old.

He has a laceration to his upper chest.

All obs are normal, and this is his Gran, Jane.

Has he had any pain relief?

Yes, five of morphine, and Jodie reckons he will need a tetanus.

-Cubicle one, please.

-Thank you.

-Look, I don't want my nan to see this. Don't look at me.

-Oh, Stevie.

-Lloyd, would you take this remand to the family room, please?

-Come on.

Right, let's have a look at this. Thanks, Jeff.

Ow!

I will try to be as gentle as I can be.

Scarlet, we will need to clean this up.

-Can you tell me how you got this injury, Stevie?

-I fell off my bike.

And landed on a barbed wire fence.

Really? Cos to me that looks like you were cut with a sharp blade.

I am just going to place your hands up here.

What would you like to be when you are older, Jacob?

-A Power Ranger.

-A Power Ranger? That would be a very good job.

Protecting the world from danger.

-Don't leave me.

-I promise I'm not going anywhere.

-I made you a brew.

-Thank you very much.

-You seem better, anyway.

-Cheers.

-How are you feeling?

-Not great.

-No?

A shooting and a knife attack in the same day.

Thought that would have been right up your street.

I keep thinking about that student who's gone AWOL.

-The poor lad didn't even know he'd been drugged.

-Really?

And there was me thinking he was just another time waster.

I wouldn't worry. He is probably sat in the boozer as we speak,

having an in-depth conversation with a dry roasted peanut.

Jeff...

Hello, mate. We were just talking about you.

I see you've hurt your hand. Do you want me to take a look?

-You didn't believe I was a god. Why didn't you believe me?

-Stand back.

-That's petrol.

-Sweetheart, just stop all this nonsense.

Put the petrol can down, eh?

Get back.

Come on, mate. Behave yourself.

One spark from that and we'll all go up.

John, see the blood on your hand? If you were indestructible, you wouldn't be bleeding.

I don't see blood. I see only golden light. The gods are all around us.

-Stand back, mortal!

-Do as he says. Get back.

-Trust me on this one, mate.

-Being burned alive is not something you ever want to try.

-Back!

Just give me the lighter.

Just give me the lighter! John!

HE SHOUTS

-Are you still there?

-I promised, didn't I?

Do you know the best thing about being ill?

It means you get even better presents on your birthday.

Jacob? Are you all right?

Tom, I think there's something wrong.

Jacob! Jacob! OK, one, two, three.

OK. Let's go.

Let's go.

-Move, please.

-Move, move.

Hey, I have been looking everywhere for you.

-This is all my fault.

-I don't know how you work that one out.

It was me who sent you to the park.

The kid. The one with the gun. I'm pretty sure he was shooting at me.

Why would he be shooting at you?

Oh, no!

Oh, God, no. Please, Mark, don't tell me. You idiot!

It wasn't like it was before. I swear.

-I was just shifting enough to get us by.

-So there are drugs in our house?

No.

-No, they're in the boot of the car.

-I cannot believe you!

You said you had given up dealing. You swore on our son's life!

Don't remind me.

We made a deal. We were going to try to live honestly, pay our taxes,

-even if it meant being a bit poor.

-Believe me, I tried,

but we weren't even breaking even. I had to do something.

-We were going to lose the house.

-Why didn't you talk to me?

Where did you think the things were coming from?

Jacob's new bike for his birthday? All the new stuff for the baby?

You know what? You're right. I take it all back. This is your fault.

I know. God help me, I know.

And I wish to God that bullet had hit me, and not Jacob.

At least we agree on one thing.

Catherine, Mark!

SIREN BLARES

OK, intubating, please. Get me at a thoracotomy set.

What's happening? Mark, what are they doing to him?

-What's wrong with him?

-Shall I call the surgeon?

No, by the time we get him up there, it will be too late.

SHE SOBS

It will be OK. It will be OK.

Quick as you can.

-Excuse me.

-Out of the way, please. Pad off.

Get them out of here. They don't want to see this.

Making a left lateral thoracotomy.

Robson spreaders.

OK.

Thank you.

-What are you doing here?

-I come to see my brother.

I knew you was with him, Christopher.

In fact, it wouldn't surprise me

-if you were not the one who attacked him.

-That's not very friendly.

You stay away from that boy, or so help me...!

Have you forgotten what happened the last time you tried that?

Touch me, you'll end up in here.

-What are you doing?!

-Are you the big man in here?

-Lloyd?

-Are you OK?

-Yeah.

Let's get you back to your grandson.

-You're such a gentleman.

-Holby CID.

Do you mind telling me what that was about?

SHOUTING

Get off me!

Mr Forbes Blackwell, we found your friend.

We are in the middle of sedating him at the moment.

I am so glad you had a laugh. Mr Shakir didn't share the joke.

We've picked up the guy with the face studs. He has previous

for shoplifting but you don't get shot for that,

at least, not yet, you don't.

No sign of the weapon?

None of the witnesses at the scene have anything new. What about you? Any luck?

No. As a matter of fact, I have just seen Chris Kingsley.

-As in Anton Tate's friend?

-Yeah.

-Where was this?

-Right here in the ED.

Turns out he has a half brother who has just been admitted with a knife injury.

Yeah? We'll make our DCI out of you yet.

OK, cutting the pericardium.

Ooh.

There are a lot of clots here.

SUCKING

Swabs, please.

OK.

OK.

SUCKING CONTINUES

-Good. OK, I can see the bullet fragment. Forceps.

-Yep.

There you go.

That's got it.

Excellent.

No. No, no, no.

There's a tiny hole here I need to suture. Thank you.

Cut, cut, cut, cut.

Excellent.

All right.

Good. Yeah. Heart fibrilating. Paddles, please.

-Charge me to ten.

-OK, charging, ten.

-HIGH-PITCHED NOISE

-Preparing shock.

-Away.

-Oxygen away.

-Shocking.

DEEP THUD

BEEPING

-Got a faint beat.

-Good. I can hear a heart beating. Is it yours, Tom?

-Nice work.

-Well done, everybody. I mean it. Well done. Thank you very much.

Let's get some saline packs on here and get him up to theatre straightaway.

Stevie, I'm Supt Rippon, and this is Detective Inspector Cook.

We would like to talk with you for a few moments.

Seen as you don't seem to be in the mood for small talk, I will get straight to the point.

As I'm sure you've probably heard,

a five-year-old boy was shot this morning.

We have reason to believe that the Farmeade Crew were involved. Have you heard of them?

-No.

-Funny that. From what we understand,

you're half-brother Chris Kingsley is a known member of that gang.

-He ain't no brother of mine.

-Why's that?

Does he have something to do with your injuries?

Tell the truth, Stevie. Just tell them the truth.

Like I told this lot, I fell off my bike and landed on barbed wire.

Right. Stevie, I would like to help you. I really would.

But I'm not going to be able to do that until you start trusting me.

Excuse me? I think that's enough for now. He needs a tetanus.

We are almost done.

I appreciate you have a job but so do I

and this young man has been through more than enough today, thank you.

He gave us a bit of a scare, but you are both welcome to see him now.

-How is he?

-He is not out of the woods, he'll need an operation.

We have removed the fragments of the bullet and we are all hoping he is over the worst.

-Thank you, doctor.

-OK.

-Daz, Daz?!

-Not now, mate.

That's bad acid, man. It's done my mate's heading.

I said not now.

Stevie, before you go, I have one more little test to run.

-I thought I was done.

-It will only take a minute.

HE SIGHS

Do you mind waiting here? Thanks.

-Where are we going?

-Here. Take a look.

Hang on. We just got here.

This is Jacob.

He likes trains, and action figures.

And all the stuff you liked when you are his age.

Tomorrow, he will spend his sixth birthday in intensive care, because today...

he caught a bullet that was meant for someone else. No, no.

You think you're a hard man, like your brother? Take a good look.

Because this is the type of thing that hard men do.

-You really want that?

-No. I just...

What? Come on, Stevie, talk to me.

Look, I said, get off me.

I needed somewhere quiet to work. I hope you don't mind.

I...hear congratulations are in order. You saved Jacob Broker's life.

-And I hear that you have been giving my patients the third degree.

-No.

Well... Maybe a little.

The truth is, this is the biggest investigation I have ever headed up.

Quite a lot of people are waiting for me to fail.

-I know the feeling.

-So if I come across as a little...

pushy, I apologise.

-Just don't be pushy in my ED and we'll get along fine.

-Deal.

And if you do hear of anything related to the shooting, let me know.

Funny you should say that. It's interesting what you overhear.

-Hey.

-All right?

I'm all right. How about you?

Come here.

What was that for?

Just felt like it.

Spontaneity, eh?

I'm planning on doing something spontaneous myself, someday.

-Hey, Red?

-Hmm?

Me and Lenny are off for drinks. You fancy tagging along?

I'd love to. But I've got a Pilates.

Besides, I don't know a thing about black civil rights leaders.

So, clothes, underwear, towels, toiletries,

hairbrush...toothbrush...

..and don't forget Jake's toys. Especially Big Ted.

I'm so sorry, Kat.

But I got us into this and I'm going to get us out.

How are you planning on doing that?

By telling the police the truth.

And then you'll be a grass.

The people who tried to shoot you will try again. Only this time they won't miss.

Plus, you've been selling class-A drugs.

Do you think the police will let you off?

You could go to prison for months.

Years, even.

So what do you suggest?

Don't say anything.

Keep your mouth shut. Please.

Don't make things worse than they already are.

One medium-rare steak.

Chunky chips.

Mushrooms.

Tomatoes.

Oh, Jeff?

That's the stupidest thing I've ever seen you do!

Did the trick, didn't it?

Talk about double standards!

If that had been me, you'd have done your crust.

I'm sorry, I can't bear seeing people on fire.

Yeah, neither can I.

Especially when I happen to be married to them!

Don't ever do anything like that again!

Right, well, luckily for you, the world's about to be destroyed

by a giant meteor. There's no time to lose. Give me that.

Thank you.

You got any mustard?

Mark?

Mark Broker?

-Could you come with me down to the station? I need to talk to you.

-What for?

Concerning the supply of controlled drugs.

Are you arresting me?

Not unless I have to.

Please - can I at least see my son first?

Yes.

NOISE FROM TELEVISION

Thanks, babe.

-No knife and fork?

-Please?

Please.

Thank you.

-Go on, what you waiting for?

-A cup of tea would be nice!

I love you.

-Mark?

-Hmm?

Hey, it's OK. He's going to be OK.

I know.

DOOR OPENS Hiya.

I've never seen so many police officers.

-I wonder if Jacob knows what a stir he's caused.

-Doubt it.

Look, I'm just going to take a breather,

-be back in a bit.

-OK.

-Mark?

-Yeah.

Bring us back some coffee.

Will do.

He's a great little boy.

I hope everything works out for you and him.

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