Blood Ties Moving On

-SUE: Have you tried the key?

-Of course I have!

'Don't bite my head off! He could have gone out.'

-His key's in the other side.

-'He might be in the yard.'

Dad! Dad?

'Just try the key again.'

Dad! Open the door, will ya?!

-'Any luck?'

-No.

Phil! I can't move.

Are you OK?

I fell down the stairs.

Sue, call an ambulance, he's had a fall.

No! No! No! No! No!

What!

My head! It's behind the door.

You'll break my neck!

Dad, hang on there! Hang on!

Billy? Bill!

My dad's fell down the stairs.

What? Is he OK?

I lost my balance at the top of the stairs.

There's an ambulance on its way. You'll be OK.

No!

No.

I'm not going to any hospital. Help me up.

Well, you've got to.

I've had worse.

I fought in Korea.

Dad, that was 60 years ago.

I can't move my legs.

Just keep still.

I was... I was trying to get to the front door.

Dad, stay there, please.

Think I must've knocked myself out.

The paramedics are going to be here in a minute. You'll be OK.

No! No hospital! Please. No. No.

Please, no...no hospital.

Phil, don't let them keep me in.

Tell them I've got to go somewhere.

I hate hospitals.

Phil...

..don't put me in a home.

What are you saying?

Promise?

Dad! You're not going to any care home.

-Promise?

-I promise!

I'll always look after you.

Thanks, lad.

So how bad is he?

I don't know.

Is it severe?

No, it's not severe, but a stroke's a stroke, isn't it?

Can he talk?

Oh, yeah. No, his right side's affected.

He said his legs just gave way.

He's going to have trouble getting round.

And he can't grip with his right hand.

Do you reckon you could do a bit of cleaning up for him?

-When's he out?

-Um, possibly Friday.

I'm going to have to do a bit more.

-You're working all hours as it is.

-I'll manage.

Not without me you won't.

Thanks.

Your lead's out a good few mill. It matters.

Bradley, pack it in, will you?

Mortar goes on the bricks, not on people's clothes.

-He started it. He soaked my boots.

-Stop it.

What are you doing?

Just eyeing up that doorway. Looks out to me. More than a couple of mill.

Listen, lad, your work's not exactly the best.

I used your level.

The reason it matters is a couple of mill here

could be 10, 20 mill by the time you get to the next floor.

Might be a bungalow.

LADS TITTER

Just needs a bit more water.

PHONE RINGS

Excuse me a minute. Dad, you OK?

Can you pick me up as soon as?

Dad, I'm in college.

I can't stand this place any longer.

Oh, Dad...

Please, Phil.

OK, look, I'll sort something out.

OK, listen up! I've got go and sort something out.

I'll get Andy to take over, so no cheek to him, OK?

-OK?

-ALL: Yeah.

-Hiya.

-Hiya. How's it going?

It's a nightmare.

You'll have to get a shop in, some of these tins are older than I am.

-Look, they're letting him out early. We'll be back around three.

-What?

Right. Fine. See you later.

It's only to get me to the car.

Come on, let's go.

Brakes.

Yeah.

Ta-ra then!

Hang on, Dad.

I'm OK.

I'll be bouncing up these steps by next week.

You OK? Can you manage?

There you go.

What's that smell?

-Lavender.

-Oh.

Sticks in your throat.

I'll get that shopping, then.

Thanks, Sue.

Ta-ra.

-There you go.

-Oh, thank you.

I know what you're thinking.

I'll be OK.

It doesn't mean I can't live my life.

He stinks.

Can't wash himself properly.

Oh, sorry.

I could order him a stair lift.

What's wrong with it?

Nothing.

-Is it hot enough?

-It's fine.

Or a downstairs toilet.

-Shall I put it in the microwave?

-It's OK.

-So, what are you messing with it for?

-I'm not.

I could get an estimate from a plumber.

Or get him into sheltered housing.

I'll get him a commode for now.

-I thought... I thought you were at work?

-Yeah, I'm on my way in.

What's this?

You know what it is.

-Well, I'm not using it.

-You've got to.

You may have written me off, but I've still got my dignity.

Dad! From tomorrow, I'm doing the night classes.

I won't have the time to run up and down here. Give it a try.

Why have you got your shoes on in the house, Charlie?

It's my house, my shoes.

DOORBELL RINGS

It's the window cleaner.

Where's the envelope?

I can't be doing with all that.

Take the money out the jar.

Eight quid in pennies?!

He doesn't mind.

-Ta, love. >

-DOOR SLAMS

You're late tonight.

I had to hang back with some Level IIs.

Some tools had gone missing.

-Your dad rang.

-What did he want?

Who knows? Said, "Ring him."

How did it go today?

I can't do it, Phil. I can't look after him.

I'll end up throttling him.

I'll manage.

You can't do everything.

-He only needs a bit of help.

-Yeah, all the time.

He's up and down the stairs, shopping...

-I got him a commode.

-Which he won't use!

-His name's down for a stair lift.

-Yeah, but that could be months.

Phil...

He's going to need proper, professional carers.

-He's got me.

-It's not enough.

He needs sheltered housing.

-HE SIGHS

-Not that again.

-Yes, again!

Give it a rest, will you?

-You're the one who needs the rest. Look at you.

-What?

PHONE RINGS

-Edgy, snappy...

-Get that, will you?

Look, it said on the net there's carers in place 24/7.

-Been doing a bit of research, have you?

-Yes, I have.

And he'll get financial help as well, once he's in there.

-We have been a busy girl, haven't we?

-Don't start on me!

PHONE STOPS RINGING

Don't worry! It'll only be your dad.

Yeah, all right...

I'll come out later.

Dunno, about seven, or something...

Yeah, sweet, man. No worries.

Oi! What are you doing?

Hang on a min. Professor's on my back.

Phone off.

Later.

-What's your problem?!

-Just get on with your work.

Missus knock you back last night, did she?

I'll knock you back in a minute, lad.

MOBILE RINGS

Saved by the bell, eh, old man?

What's happening, Billy?

I'm outside your dad's, Phil. He's not answering the door.

Ring him.

I have. He's still not answering.

All right, I'm coming round.

Here, lad, do me a favour.

Go and find Andy, tell him to cover for us.

I'll be 20 minutes at the most.

Is that the missus, sir? You off to make up for last night?

HE DIALS

-'Hello?'

-Dad, it's me.

-SMOKE ALARM BEEPS

Billy's been ringing you!

-What's that?

-'The smoke alarm.'

What happened?

'It's the grill!'

-Dial 999.

-'It's only the grill.'

Well, I'll do it. I'll do it!

CRASHING

TYRES SCREECH

MOBILE RINGS

Yeah, Dad, I'm on my way!

-Phil! You can't leave your class unsupervised.

-When you ready, mate!

'You two...!'

-MOBILE RINGS

-Yeah?

'Phil, the smoke alarm at your dad's is going off.'

Billy, kick his door in, and call the fire brigade!

SHE MOANS

SHE MOANS

Look, I'm really sorry.

I've got to go. I've got to help my dad.

HE DIALS

'Emergency. Which service do you require?'

Ambulance, please. Quick!

'Ambulance Service. Can you confirm your location?'

T-T-There's a girl's run over in Bridge Street.

'I'm organising help for you now.

'Stay on the line, and I'll tell you exactly what to do next.

'The next questions I ask will not delay any help.

'Are you with the patient now?'

ENGINE REVS

'Hello? Are you there?'

SMOKE ALARM BEEPS

You OK?

-Billy, shut that thing off, will you?

-OK.

-I'm not going back to the hospital.

-Look at the state of you!

I'm OK.

Help me up.

MOBILE RINGS

I'll be OK.

OK. See?

-I'll be OK.

-Why didn't you use the toaster that I bought you?

-It doesn't toast properly!

-There's a dial on the side of it!

I like doing it the old way.

You've got to start adapting!

I'm happy the way I do things.

Yeah, well, I'm not! I can't cope!

You know, I can't be here 24/7.

No hospital!

-Shut up!

-SIREN APPROACHES

Dad.

-I'm not getting in that ambulance!

-It's a fire engine.

'Emergency. Which service do you require?'

'Which service do you require?'

Ambulance, please.

-How long are we going to be sitting here?

-Dad, please...

-Abigail Jones, She was run over on Bridge Street?

-She went that way.

-Can I get a drink, please, mate?

-Oh, yeah, sorry. Go ahead.

Mick! It's J.J.

MACHINE CRASHES LOUDLY

It's our Abi.

Some toe-rag has knocked her over.

On Bridge Street.

She's in a bad way. She's in a lot of pain.

Smashed pelvis, smashed knee,

-smashed...everything.

-HE HITS MACHINE

The driver didn't even stop.

Just knocked her flying and then just drove right off.

Didn't check or nothing.

Hey!

Sorry.

Yeah...

He'll be well over the limit.

OK. I'll call you later.

-Have you got a problem, mate?

-No, mate.

John wants to see you, Phil.

You're right in it now, Prof.

If these lads' companies get wind the teachers walk off and leave them unsupervised...

John, I know...

Unfortunately, as you know, it's all about money these days,

and we need these organisations to keep us afloat,

otherwise we'll end up as just another car park.

Look, I honestly thought Andy Harris was taking over.

I told one of the students to go and get him.

But the lad never told him.

There was a kick-off in the workshop. Bradley Scott again.

I had to send them all home.

I've smoothed it over with Bradley's company,

but you've got to have a procedural warning.

-That's it?

-That's it.

How are you getting on with the assessments for Level II?

Yeah, they're nearly finished.

How's it going?

Loads to get through.

Did you hear about this young girl getting run over on Bridge Street?

The driver never stopped.

-I feel sorry for the poor parents.

-Sue.

I've got to get on.

They have to test this, test that...

They put monitors on here...

They took blood from here...

Very nearly a whole armful! HE CHUCKLES

HE SIGHS

-I'm not boring you, am I?

-What?

HE LAUGHS I mean, I could have died.

Yeah. Sorry, Dad. What were you saying?

Oh, forget it.

How are you feeling?

I'm OK.

Great.

Dad, I've got to go. Ring me later.

Ta-ra.

Excuse me, I'm a friend of Abigail Jones's family.

I was just wondering, is there any news?

What's that, mate?

Sorry, I know your face, but...I can't place you.

How do you know our Abi?

Er...from school.

School?

Yeah, I'm her old English teacher.

At St Leonard's?

Yeah.

Oh, right. Do you want to come in and see her?

No, no, no! I was just concerned. How is she?

She's in a lot of pain.

It's heartbreaking.

Our Abi's a brave one.

-She's more worried about us than herself.

-Yeah.

-She's a good kid.

-Yeah...

One of the best.

Thanks, mate.

I'll make sure she knows you were asking after her.

Sorry, what's your name, by the way?

MUSIC: "Tessellate" by Alt-J

# And keep my whole lovely you

# Wild green stones

# Alone, my lover

# And keep us on my heart... #

How many more are you having?

-You're late.

-What time is it?

OK, there's some of you still not sure how to read a site drawing.

HE LAUGHS

Bradley, put it away or I'll take it off you.

Now, when we do the one-to-ones,

I can go into the drawings in more detail.

I mean, even the smallest mistake is going to be costly to all concerned.

-Where are you going?

-Toilet.

-Phone.

-No!

One minute, lad.

Yeah I'll ring you back in a sec, yeah.

No worries, I'm just here...

-Give us it.

-Leave it!

-Give us it!

-No!

You been on the hard stuff?!

He's drinking on the job!

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Right, get back to your work.

-I'm telling my boss I'm being taught by an alky!

-You stay there!

-Hello?

-'Mr Burrows?'

-Yeah.

'This is Ward Sister Haldene from Ward 4Y at the Garrett Hospital.

'Your father's very agitated.

-'We need you to come in as soon as possible.'

-What's happened?

'He said he's signing himself out.'

-What!

-'He's trying to leave now. We really advise against it.'

-Come on, give us it!

-I think the drink's gone to your head!

Get out! Get out of my class!

What do you think of that, lads, being taught by an alky?!

-Go on, say that again...

-Phil!

Phil!

Mr Burrows? Your father's just left.

He's been very unreasonable all morning.

He's had one of my staff in tears.

What do you mean he's left? He can hardly walk.

He took a walking frame with him.

Look, he needs to come back in. We haven't finished his tests.

What are you playing at?!

I'm not staying here.

-I hate it.

-You've got to.

I don't HAVE to do anything. I'm going home.

You're out of your mind. Look at the state of you, you can't even stand up properly.

-Behave, will you?!

-Don't you dare speak to me like that!

-Don't make me drag you back in there.

-No!

It's all right, mate, he's my dad. God help me.

Go on, then, go home.

You can crawl up and down the stairs!

But don't expect me to come running up there when you ring me.

If you're not going to take the hospital's advice,

you're on your own, Dad.

I mean it, Dad.

-You want a look?

-No.

I see they're still looking for that driver.

Dad, I've got to make this call.

OK.

Last chance.

I know these kids wind us up, Phil, but that's part of the job.

We did it when we were younger.

It happens all the time on the sites.

So, what happens now?

I've got no option, mate. It's a second and final warning.

One more slip, that's it, you're finished.

You've been off the building sites for ten years now.

It's not easy to get back on.

What do you think?

Nice.

There's even a remote for the gate,

so you can drive the car in with him and his shopping.

There's a shed for motorised scooters, in case he ever gets one.

Yeah, they think of everything.

It's designed to give families peace of mind. It's all in here.

Be a stretch financially, but...

What's wrong?

What's going on, Phil?

Something is.

I'm not stupid. What is it?

I'm fed up with it.

-You're on edge all the time, you're drinking...

-Sue...

Well?

I've had a second warning at work.

-SHE SIGHS

-Why didn't you say?

I threatened a student.

You know, he was winding me up. I just snapped.

You are stressed out.

Getting your dad in here will really help us all.

I can't do it. We can't afford it.

-Well, it'll be tight, but there's that money my mum left me...

-No.

I want to.

He's a difficult old get, but he's our difficult old get.

He had a stroke.

That's a terrible thing, but doing nothing is not an option.

You cannot close your eyes and pretend everything is OK.

OK, well, will you come and see him with me?

I can't face him on my own.

How you feeling today?

Good.

See the footie last night?

-Yeah.

-Yeah, good game, wasn't it?

It was OK.

Their goalie should have got sent off, though.

What's happening here?

How are your legs, Charlie?

What's happening, son?

Phil?

Dad...

we've had a word with the doctor.

Here we go...

You've got to start thinking about the future, Charlie.

You don't want to be struggling all the time.

-I'm OK.

-But you're struggling, Dad.

I'll be back on my feet in no time.

The doctors reckon things won't be getting any better.

Oh, yeah, yeah, they're 100% right always, then?

Dad, you can't cope.

-I can!

-No, you can't.

You've got Phil running around in circles here, juggling everything.

I'm his father!

Dad, I'm being pulled apart.

You know?

SHE SCOFFS

That's his answer.

Thanks a bunch, Dad.

Just have a look through this.

I knew it.

-A care home.

-It's not a care home, it's sheltered housing.

It's your own apartment and everything.

I know what it is.

-A care home.

-Just listen, will you?

Listen...

I'll sort myself out when I get back home.

Oh, right, so I let you fall down the stairs

and nearly kill yourself again?

Tell you what, why don't you blow the house up next time,

take half the street with you?

I'll be fine, I've said.

You don't know what this is doing to me, Dad. You just don't.

I've...I've had a fall. Let's just live with it, OK?

It's not just that. Dad, my life is a mess. I cannot cope.

I cannot cope!

-SMOKE ALARM BEEPS

-Get out! Get out of my class!

-I'm not going back to the hospital.

-Behave, will you?!

I can't do it. I'm jumping at you, I'm threatening students...

HE BREATHES DEEPLY

It was me.

What was?

It was me.

I hit the girl on Bridge Street.

Oh. Thank you.

It's the girl in the paper?

I was driving over to make sure you were OK, the night of the fire...

..and the phone rang, and I took my eyes off the road for a second...

..and I got out. I got out to see that she was alive.

It was me that called the ambulance.

Why didn't you stay with her?

I thought my dad was burning to death.

You know, the smoke alarm was going off and everything...

I didn't know what to do.

You'll need to give yourself up.

Dad...

I can't leave you on your own.

Sue did most of it.

Tell her, "Thanks."

No awkward stairs to climb...

No.

A nice garden...

I'll have to share it, mind.

Better get your deck chair out there first, then.

DAD CHUCKLES

Nice tiles.

Non-slip.

Do I owe you anything for the new toaster?

Sue said she'll pop round...

She's very good to me.

You both are.

I'm proud of you, son.

MUSIC: "Hand Made" by Alt-J

# Dotted, scratch, scratch

# Now I'm bleeding

# Legions upon legions of craftsmen

# Hand made my feelings

# There's bears in the wood and they're out to get me

# And I'm safe from harm if I stay in this chalet

# And hold me tight and I'll sink in

# I'm absorbed in your thinking

# But you

# Don't know

# You

# You don't know... #

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