Sidney: There he is-.. I could’ve died whilst you were out there chain smoking, y’know.
Alton: Sid…
Sidney: I’m kidding! Christ, I’m fine.
Oscar: Are you?
Sidney: [scoffs] I’ll probably be fine.
Oscar: Probably?
Alton: Don’t sit there and lie to him.
Sidney: Fine, fine-.. I might have cancer.
Alton: You do have cancer.
Sidney: But it’s early-ish, so it’ll be fine! Honestly, he shouldn’t have called either of you-.. waste of time.
Alton: They made it sound like an emergency, I panicked!
Sidney: You panic when you can’t find the remote.
Oscar: How could you not tell?
Sidney: It’s not like I was an oncologist.
Alton: And you wonder where your “I’m going to ignore this until it goes away except it won’t” gene comes from.
Sidney: If you don’t wipe that look off your face, I’ll strangle you with a stray catheter. You’re practically made of sugar; you barely do any exercise since high school and I’m the one who ends up getting cancer?! What horseshit.
Alton: It probably helps that I don’t have breasts.
Sidney: You fucking do.
[Alton snickered, slouching exaggeratedly as he threw his hands behind his head]
Alton: Well.. if you took a leaf out of my book and kicked your feet up now n’ then, maybe we wouldn’t be here.
Sidney: Hit him for me.
Oscar: He’s got a point.
Sidney: Don’t start-.. that’s not how it works.
Oscar: So, what now?
Sidney: Go home-.. and maybe apologise to your wife for ignoring her calls.
Alton: Noah told her everything, don’t worry.
Oscar: Shit, I left my phone in the car.
Sidney: Ohh, because you panicked and wound up with tunnel vision-.. I wonder who that comes from?
Oscar: I got the worst of you combined, huh?
Alton: Sorry, son.
[Oscar tried his best to produce an upbeat chuckle, but all he could muster was a pathetic snort devoid of mirth]
Sidney: Go on, I’m not going anywhere yet…
I’m exceptionally switchy at the hospital right now and it’s very very uncomfortable. I’m here to get my sister because her dad was admitted today. And there’s so many triggers and so much stimulation I can’t hold onto one stream of conscious. It’s so so hard to not switch into Kvaethi and get bubbly to try and cheer everyone up in the room cuz it seems so inappropriate and my real mom is here so I can’t grasp onto Maebh and I’m just ugh
Oscar: What’s going on?
Noah: We don’t know yet.
Oscar: What?
Alton: They’re just running some tests.
Oscar: For what?!
Alton: Well-.. I don’t know.
Oscar: Noah?
[Noah shrugged, knowing about as much as Alton did]
Oscar: Both of you are fucking useless!
Alton: She’s been complaining about her neck for a while, blaming it on her age n’ all-.. but she took a funny turn coming down the stairs so I brought her here.
Oscar: A funny turn, what-.. did she pass out?
Alton: Not exactly, but they sounded quite concerned. I heard the word surgery being thrown around, so…
Noah: Alright, I think everyone’s overreacting a little.
Alton: They made it sound so serious…
Noah: I needn’t have rushed here if I knew it wasn’t an emergency.
Oscar: Who says it isn’t?
Noah: Surely they’d have told us by now-.. honestly, I wouldn’t have called if I knew you’d get so worked up.
Oscar: What the hell does that mean?
Noah: I didn’t think you-.. never mind. Let’s just sit down and wait for some answers.
Oscar: You thought I wouldn’t give a shit? She’s still my mom, Noah!
Alton: Boys-…
Oscar: Nah, he’s not just gonna take that back. What’d you think I’d just go back to whatever I was doing like “who gives a fuck”? Seriously?
Noah: I didn’t mean-…
Alton: Why don’t you go and wait outside?
Oscar: Yeah, maybe I’ll get more out of a fucking bench than you two.
Alton: You don’t think before you speak sometimes, do you?
Noah: I’ll go and-…
Alton: No, leave him be.
Bruno: [sobs] You weren’t.
Ivan: Y’not kiddin’.
Bruno: I thought I’d lost you.
Ivan: I kinda figured I was a goner n’ all, scared the crap outta me.
Bruno: [sniffs] Me too.
Ivan: What a shit sho-.. ugh, the fuck is this thing in my throat?
Bruno: A feeding tube, they’ll probably take it out now.
Ivan: Wha-.. was I in a coma?
Bruno: Just sedated, it’s been a week.. or two? I’ve lost track of time.
Ivan: What happened afterward? Is everyone okay? ..Oscar?
Bruno: Uhm, mostly.. Leah didn’t make it.
Ivan: Fuck-.. I’m sorry, I know y’were close.
Bruno: She’d only tell me to get a grip... Oscar’s okay though, n’ Courtney finally had the baby too; Robin.
Ivan: Holy shit, no way?
Bruno: Way.
Ivan: Cute, I bet they’re smitten.
Bruno: Uh-huh.
Ivan: Awh, I wanna meet him.
Bruno: Have you ever thought about having kids?
Ivan: [wheeze laughs]
Bruno: What?
Ivan: You feelin’ okay? Talkin’ bout the future all of a sudden.
Bruno: Maybe I oughta embrace the future.
Ivan: Aye, maybe-.. let’s talk when I ain’t seconds away from barfin’ up this manky tube, eh?
Bruno: Yeah, I’ll find a nurse.
Ivan: Thanks for stayin’ with me, by the way.
Bruno: I wouldn’t be anywhere else.
Oscar: What is it? Don’t pull that face-.. he’s okay, right?
Sidney: I mean-.. somehow, for now. We’ll see.
Oscar: What kind of answer is that?
Sidney: The truth.
Bruno: What does it say?
Oscar: C’mon, man.. you don’t wanna ask her that.
Sidney: [sighs] Perforated right ventricle, pneumothorax, lacerations to the liver-.. three blood transfusions.
Oscar: Simpler..?
Sidney: He should be dead.
Sidney: It’s rare, but there’s a chance his body might reject the transfusions. His oxygen levels were clearly too low without assistance, so he’s been sedated and ventilated; that puts him at risk of developing pneumonia-…
Oscar: I think that’s enough.
Sidney: Y’know-.. he’s young n’ fit, I’m sure he’ll bounce back.
Bruno: Can I sit with him?
Sidney: Technically no, but I’ll pull some strings.
…
[SOFT BEEPING]
[FOOTSTEPS]
Bruno: It’s too quiet without him.
Oscar: You gotta try n’ think positively.
Bruno: Mhm…
Oscar: C’mon, he’ll be pissing us off again with his yabbering in no time.
Bruno: Hm.
Oscar: We’re heading home soon, you gonna be okay?
Bruno: Yeah.
Oscar: Alright, well.. Sid’s still knocking about if you need anything.
Bruno: I’ll let you know if he-…
Oscar: Uhm?
Bruno: When he’s doing better.
Oscar: Yeah, you will.
Bruno: Cosy-.. congratulations, by the way.
Courtney: Thanks… Not that I mind, but what’re you doing here so early?
Bruno: I haven’t been home yet.
Courtney: What happened? I can tell when Oscar’s lying; Ivan didn’t just break his wrist, did he?
Bruno: No, it’s a bit worse than that… He got shot.
Courtney: Oh, Bruno-.. is he okay?
Bruno: I don’t know.
Courtney: They won’t tell you anything?
Bruno: I’m not family, am I? They could be trying to find some, y’know.. if it doesn’t look so good.
Courtney: Don’t assume the worst, Sidney will be able-…
Alton: [gasps] He’s ginger!
Oscar: [snorts] Wha-.. me?
Courtney: Does your mom know about Ivan?
Alton: What about him?
Courtney: He was shot.
Sidney: Who was?
Alton: Wait-.. Ivan!?
Oscar: [groggily] What is going on?
Bruno: Please tell me you’ve seen him? I just want to know if he’s still alive, no one will tell me anything!
Sidney: I didn’t notice him; he mustn’t be in A&E anymore.
Bruno: Then where the fuck-…
Sidney: Calm down! He’s probably in intensive care by now, maybe even the recovery ward.
Bruno: What if he’s-…
Sidney: We’ll find him, just.. breathe for five minutes, okay?
Alton: [coos] He’s adorable.
Oscar: Just like his-.. shit, where’s the remote? Turn it up.
Bruno: It’s here-…
-.. reportedly handed himself over to police last night after shooting his mother dead in the family home; an unnamed woman was also found dead at the scene. Once an esteemed power couple, local opinion on The Flanagan’s has soured recently following a string of tax fraud investigations and business closures; though not much is known about their eldest son.
Alton: He shot his own mother..?
Bruno: Leah…
Oscar: Probably wasn’t her, maybe it was a maid or something...
Bruno: Hm.
Courtney: What if Arturo was the one-…
Oscar: He’s dead.
Courtney: Wait-.. they’re both dead n’ their son handed himself in? Does that mean it’s over?
Oscar: I dunno… Maybe Artie was right, Kian might just own up to everything-.. I fucking hope he does, anyway.
Courtney: What about Wyatt?
Oscar: He’ll be long gone.
Courtney: I’m sure Leah-…
Bruno: I can’t-.. not now.
Ivan: What’s wrong with a good ol’ fashioned burger or somethin’.
Bruno: They’re not exactly healthy.
Ivan: I know I sound like a brat, but I’m fuckin’ starvin’.
Bruno: Eat your food, brat.
Ivan: [snorts] You eat it.
Bruno: I’m not the one recovering from major surgery.
Ivan: I’d rather recover at-…
Bruno: At?
Ivan: I was gonna say home, but it ain’t like we’ve really got one.
[KNOCKING]
Ivan: [quietly] The fuck?
?: Good aftern-.. ah, I didn’t expect to find you here Mr Clarke.
Bruno: Surprise.
?: I’d like to speak with Mr Harper alone, if that’s okay?
Ivan: Uh-…
Bruno: Sure.
Ivan: Who the hell-…
Bruno: [whispers] Keep it short; you don’t know shit, you were just a bouncer-.. say you’ll be fine.
Ivan: I’ll be fine.
Bruno: Alright, I’ll be outside.
Ivan: ‘Kay.
?: You’re a hard man to find, Mr Harper.. no fixed abode?
Ivan: Nope.
?: No? Your name is still on the tenancy of a very upscale apartment owned by Mr Flanagan.
Ivan: It shouldn’t be.
?: You weren’t aware?
Ivan: No? Maybe he just wanted t’make it look like it wasn’t empty.
?: Why might that be?
Ivan: [shrugs]
?: How’d you wind up here?
Ivan: I shot myself; chest holster-.. what’s your name?
Eugene: You know, you’re the first person to ask me that. It’s Eugene.
Ivan: The first outta who?
Eugene: Where did you meet Mr Clarke?
Ivan: [sighs wearily] I dunno, it’s hard t’pinpoint the exact time n’ place.
Eugene: Through work, I assume?
[MUFFLED CONVERSATION]
…
[DOOR CLOSES]
Eugene: You didn’t go far…
Bruno: He’s not well enough to be mithered.
Eugene: You’re very protective, aren’t you? I don’t bite.
Bruno: He’s important to me.
Eugene: Of course, I’m sure you’ve been through a lot; I’ll leave you be.
Bruno: I didn’t mean to be so brash, back at the garage.. it was still touch n’ go, I was worried.
Eugene: Understandable. Take care, Mr Clarke-.. maybe get some sleep, it looks like you could use it.
Bruno: Mmh.
