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- Little Al!

Little Al, can you hear me?

Al?

Al, wait right up.

Al.

Calm down, calm down, look at me.

Look at me.

- I'm sorry,
governor, I'm sorry, governor.

- Just breathe.

Breathe for me, good lad.

You're okay.

Okay.

I want you to go down to Nick

and see where the ALP is, all right?

The ALP, okay, up you get.

I'll cover for you, come on.

Come on.

- Okay.

- All right, make
sure they got everyone out.

- Oi!

The governor says he
needs the aerial ladder

as soon as possible.

- The ALP is stuck out with Stepney.

We'll have to call another one in.

My men, listen up.

I want a crew two up on
the bridge head with draw,

ready to go in.

Go!

- Ziggy!

Ziggy!

Hey Zig, are you all right?

- Sir, take cover.

- Okay, at the back.

There's an infant in there.

Ziggy, go.

Rob, cover her.

Let's go.

- It's all right, babe, I got you.

- Cut the water,
she's coming through.

Okay, we got three people on the bed.

Rob, now, in you go.

- It's all right, it's all right.

- My baby, my baby!

- Did you say there was a baby?

Okay.

Billy, come in.

Person reported on the top floor, a baby.

Is the ALP ready, over?

- Where's the ALP?

- Still tied up in Stepney.

- No, no, no, just called another one in.

- No, you didn't.

I've told ya, governor said
he needs the aerial ladder.

- Call it in now then.

- This is a priority message
from Churchill Estate.

We need an ALP.

- Give me the radio.

Kev, this is Nick.

I've called an ALP in,
it's two minutes away.

- Nick, it's a real goer mate.

What's plan B if it doesn't?

- The ladder will be there, Kev.

I'm assuring your exit.

- Mal, we're going
up to look for the baby.

- Kev!

Kev!

Hey!

Hey!

Are you okay?

Help's on its way.

- Gog, no.

Wait, Gog.

Leave off, Gog.

No, come on.

- Get off me!

- Come on!
- No, we go!

- Get off me.

- Come on, get up, get up.

- No, we can't, the baby!

- Gog, Gog!

- I got you.

I've got the baby, I'm coming down.

- Okay, come on.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey.

- Don't let her back.

Will they see and help me?

Who is it will help me!

- Easy!

- Don't worry, I'll make sure

nobody steals his dinner with me.

- Look at me, keep looking at me.

Breathe, just breathe for me.

You're okay, I'm here.

- What's going on?
- Keep looking at me.

You're okay, I'm here.

Listen, Fiona, can you
keep your eyes open for me?

I know I'm an ugly bastard but
there's no need to rub it in.

- I'm scared.

- Okay, he's just put
a neck brace on, love.

All right, that's just
gonna keep your head still.

- Paramedics are on their way, gov.

- Okay.

Now, what's happened is,

you're a bit stuck and
we're gonna cut you free.

It'll sound a lot worse than it is, okay,

but it'll be quick.

So, I just need you to be
brave for me, okay, my darling?

Okay, go.

So, where have you come from tonight then?

- A club.

- You've been clubbing, yeah?

In my day, it was Canvas at King's Cross,

you've ever been there?

No.
- No, of course not,

you're way too young.

Yeah, they closed it down,
turned it into a shopping center.

Ah, good girl, good girl.

Better out than in.

Better out than in, that's it.

It's okay.

Don't worry, my darling.

Good girl.

Fiona?

Fiona, stay with me.

Come on, Mal, get a move on.

- All clear.

- Come on, Fiona.

- Pull off, yeah, on my call.

Three, two, one.

- Okay, boys.

Come on, Fiona.

Come on, stay with me.

All right lads, pull her out.

I'll get her seat belt.

- Ease, right?

- For a bit, two, three.

- Ah, ah!

- Nice and easy.

- Yeah, she's okay.

Swing around.

Good girl.

Well done.
- All done, a little bit

higher, guys, a little bit higher.

- Who are you?

- I'm Kev, Fiona, I'm a fireman.

Everything's okay.

We're taking you to hospital now.

You're gonna be fine,
my darling, all right?

- On my count, one, two three.

- Right, my lads, clear out.

- Sometimes, I wish I was.

- Not with those trousers on.

- That's not funny.

- Hello, love of my life.

- This is your girlfriend,
not a Jin's Patisserie.

- Ah, well, though this
is awkward.

- I rang the station, where are ya?

- Out with White
Watch RTC on Bow flyover.

- We said take it slow, isn't that what,

why do you have to?

- Because, my darling,

I haven't been on a shout in nine months.

No way I'm gonna hide in
my office all day long.

- And you don't need the tramadol?

- No, I do not need the tramadol.

- Because we said, didn't we,

if you need the tramadol,
you're not ready.

- Babe.

- Well, you seem happy, so...

- I am happy!

Saved a girl's life half an hour ago,

the sun's shining, it's 9:00 a.m.,

and I'm eating a McFlurry.

- Look, you know the ceremony's tonight?

Do I need to wear long or
is knee length all right?

- I haven't a clue, sweetheart,

wear three posted notes
and a hairnet if you like,

you'll still be the most
beautiful woman there.

Oh, leave it.

- Ah, gonna go and be sick now.

- Oh, brush your teeth after, eh?

- Love you.

- Yeah, yeah.

- Okay, habla English.

- Ladies and gentlemen.

All rise for the hottest arse in Mile End.

- Can I get you a cushion, gov?

- Thought we got this out
of the way earlier on.

Third degree burns are
obviously comedy gold,

so come on then, what else you got?

- Did we do Ring of fire?

- Hang on, hang on, I had
something about oven gloves.

- Oh, sounds promising.

- Hang on, hang on.

Guys?
- Pathetic!

Billy the Mince, what's for lunch?

Clutch plates, gov.

Do you want your buns toasted?

- Hey!

- He's good.

I haven't slept in three days,
I'm starting to hallucinate.

- Ah, didgums, this is White
Watch, sleep is for pussies.

I haven't slept since 1998.

- Piss off, Zig, there's a good chum.

- What do you know?

- Listen, I'll get you out of here,

but you need to babysit
the girls on Saturday.

Give me and Karen a night off.

Deal?

- Yeah.

- What happened to you?

- Cage fight, governor.

Yeah, who won?

- The cage.
- The cage, governor.

- Obviously.

Introduce your shirt to the iron, son,

and the rest if you could do

with a good polish on your boots.

New DAC is coming over any minute,

and I want Mr. Chandrakala
to see Mile End station

for the well-oiled discipline
machine it could be

if you lot were all fired, so.

- This is Dennis, gov.

New rookie.

Welcome to White Watch,
Dennis, you settling in okay?

- Yeah.

- Oi!

It's, yes, gov.

Not uh.

Uh!

Yes, gov.

Where's your manners, Asbo?

- Yes, gov.

- All right, don't let
them bully you, Dennis.

You bunch of bullies.

- Nick.

Shall we?

- Yeah.

- Right then.

- Environmentally unsound, sachets.

They should have bottles.

Those refillable, squeezy bottles.

It's good to see you back.

You look well.

I'm sorry, I didn't, hospital,
I wasn't sure if you...

- Ah, don't worry about it.

I really appreciated the text message.

- Kev, I know you must
have a lot of questions

around what happened but
we were sharing equipment.

- You sent me up seven stories, Nick.

You guaranteed my exit route.

- Because I was told the
ladder would be there.

The Service deemed the
culpability didn't lie with me.

- Well, yeah, except that
everyone was actually there

swears blindly that it did, so.

- I understand your
frustration, I'm frustrated too.

We have equipment shortages.

And I know you've been through
a very traumatic experience.

- This conversation's a
traumatic fucking experience.

- Kev, come on.

A little bit of, you know, please.

- What, respect?

Deference?

Well, sorry mate, but the
last time I deferred to you,

I ended up in a burns unit.

- Keep thinking about those boys.

It's criminal.

The police getting anywhere?

- One ID parade.

Bloody useless.

I told 'em, I didn't see their faces.

I said, show me their arses,
then we might get somewhere.

I mean, how hard can it be

to find a kid with a tattoo like that?

And the other one, I gave
'em a name and everything.

Goggle, or Gog or something.

- But the inquiry's
still ongoing, isn't it?

- Yeah, but we all know what that means.

They can't get anyone to talk.

- We want you to see a counselor.

You can see her in your office.

- Better things the service
can spend its money on.

Our own ALP for example.

- If you come back to
me in six months, a year

waiting to file a lawsuit on
grounds of lack of proper care,

I need to have ticked all the boxes.

- Will he now?

- She.

This is her card, call her.

- I've been a firefighter since I was 18.

17 years.

I've been the dib, dib,
dobbiest Boy Scout,

not an order I haven't
obeyed to the letter.

But actually Nick, where has it got me?

On a scale of one to
completely shafted, where am I?

- You're a hero.

You acted very heroically.

The commission is taking a
special interest in your case.

You can talk to them tonight at HQ.

Someone's getting a medal, aren't they?

- Yes, so I heard.

- I'm just saying, I
knew you'd let me down.

You make these promises, Rob,
and then you don't deliver.

- Did you check the whole metro?

- Are you listening?

You don't deliver.

- Yeah, pass that petrol can.

Tina!

- Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

- Where is he, Rob?

- All right, Tin?

That's a nice surprise.

- Did you send these?

Did you send these to my office?

- Happy birthday, darling.

- We're not together anymore, you freak.

- But I still love you, I
can't just turn that off.

And I'm Liam's dad, Tin,

so I thought I get you a
present and say happy birthday.

- Are you gonna show up, right?

- Yeah, of course I am,
I said I was, didn't I?

- 'Cause if it's Farnborough
Airshow, all over again.

- Oh, how many times, I had concussion.

- Last week, Al, I find him on the phone.

He's seven, he's on the phone.

I said, "What are you doing,"
he said, "I'm calling 999."

I said, "Babe, that's
only for emergencies."

He said, "This is an emergency,
I wanna speak to my daddy."

- Bullshit.

- You wanna get some Tixylix.

You got the child support, yeah?

- Yeah, I've got it.

- How?

'Cause that's a bit amazing to me.

First time in six months,
you're suddenly Daddy Warbucks?

- I've been doing a bit of
cage fighting, that's all.

- You pathetic, I'll give
you a bloody cage fight.

I work in international finance, Alan.

This?

It makes me look like a Muppet.

- Better get a move on, if you
wanna get to Tina's birthday.

- Do you think I don't know that?

- Oh, I'm sorry.

You all right?

You all right?

- Yeah, thanks, mate.

I owe you one.

Is it up or down?

- Up, up, up, up, up.

- Gov?

Gov, are you in there?

There's been an accident, gov!

- Governor.

- Governor!

Gov!

Gov!

- Thought we were gonna have
to call the fire brigade

to get you out.

- What happened to him?

- Walked into a door, didn't you?

- Mm.
- Idiot.

Busted his nose.

He should go home, really.

- Do you know what a privilege
it is to do this job?

Out there, we have the public's respect.

We have their gratitude and trust,

but most of all, we have their respect,

but it has to be earned.

Little Al, do you think

if a member of the public saw you now,

they'd feel safe knowing their
life might be in your hands?

- I don't know, I'm...

- Say no.

- No.

- No.

They'd pray to God you got
stuck in a traffic jam.

Now, get back to work.

Hello.

- Hello, Pauline Pinchin,

but you call me Pauline, or Miss Pinchin.

It's not a feminist thing.

You look a bit whatsit.

Nick said you were expecting me.

- Sorry, you're the counselor?

- Were you expecting a man?

- No, I just, anyway, you're here.

Would you like a cup of tea, coffee?

- That's all right.

I mean, I'd love a cappuccino,

but I've only gotta look at a coffee bean

and my tummy starts doing
the hokey cokey.

Shall we set up in here,

or shall I find somewhere else
that's a bit more neutral?

- You wanna start now?

- I'm not here for me health.

- Mobilize.

- Sorry, that's me.
- Mobilize, mobilize.

- It's all right.
- Sierra Golf Papa One,

mobilize.
- I'll wait.

- Mobilize, mobilize.

- Oi!
- Mobilize.

- Where're you going, Asbo?

- Down the pole.

- No, we don't use the
pole, stairs are quicker.

- Go on.

- Shit!

It's all right, Gov,
we've got this covered.

- Where is it?

- Ah, nothing, smoke issuing.

- Mal, where?

- Churchill Estate.

Listen, Kev, we can do this.

- All right, let's get a shimmy on.

Okay, we've got smoke
issuing from the fifth floor.

- Looking a bit pale there, Asbo.

Oh!
- Oh my God!

- This is a laugh.

- He has it out, does he, does he?

- Yeah!

- Is it magnificent, Zig?

- It's poking my eye out, Robert.

- Don't look at it.

- It's just the adrenaline, Asbo.

Happens to the best of us.

Right, Zig?
- Oh, yeah.

First shout I went on,

my knickers were drippin'
before we'd left the station.

- Aw, aw, aw, hey!

- What?

- 'Cause I was
sitting next to you, huh?

- Right, let's go.

- Firemen are so much fitter on the telly.

- Yeah.

- Robert, you stay
with the pump, yeah?

- Is Gov all right?

- Gov's fine.

He only got his arse burnt.

- You ever had your arse burnt, Asbo?

No?

Then shut your hole.

- Wait, Gog, leave off, Gog!

- Up here, Gov.

Fire brigade.

Ziggy, get stuck in.

- Right, mate.

- Fuck it!

- Piss off.

- Ziggy, Asbo, get
down here now, first room.

- Nice one, Gov.

All right, we're gonna come in here now.

Hey, wake up.

Wake up, wake up.

Get up, get up!

- Say Geoffrey's the
real man of the match.

I mean, you got your
romance, got your politics,

it's got your washing machines, the lot.

- You've got anything
with Jennifer Aniston?

- Jog off.

- All right.

- I mean, do you know what
they've done to your door?

- What the, that's a new door!

It's not funny, you
can't have no front door.

You know who lives in this estate?

Junkies and thieves.

It's medicinal.

Vicky's got cancer.

- Yeah, where?

- Her...
- Liver.

- Oh, for God's sake.

- Piss off out.

Go on, out!

- Come on, hurry up.

- You put yourselves and your
neighbors in serious danger.

Get a smoke alarm.

- What the, piss off out.

- Get a bloody smoke alarm.

Ah, oi!

- Run!

- Come back here.

- Gov, gov!

- We share that vector shit, they find me.

We good?

- Gog, Gog!

Where are ya?

- Give it back!

Give it back, take if off!

- Get off, get off!

- Pick on someone your own
size, he's a kid for God's sake.

- Kev, Kev, Kev.

- Did you hear what he called him?

He said Gog.

- Let's get you out of here.
- He said Gog!

- Let's get you out.
- He said Gog!

- Come on.

- Gov.

- Are you all right, Gov?

- Yeah, yeah, no, I just forgot

how hot the uniform was, you know?

- Kev, mate?

You in there, mate?

- No.

- I see your feet.

You all right?

- I'm fine.

Sorry about before.

- Ah, you were just having a bad day.

I tell you what.

I'd rather have Kev Allison on a bad day

than anyone else on a good one.

How 'bout this morning, you
saved that girl, didn't you?

- Yeah, but that was an RTC.

- So?

She could be dead now.

Instead, she's in Bart's Hospital

wearing a backless nightie
eating a billion grapes.

That's 'cause of you.

- She's not in Bart's.

She's in Saint Thomas'.

- Oh, you're so sexy when you're pedantic.

- Go on, piss off.

- Oh, I forgot to say,

the Whites wanna take you
out before the ceremony.

- I'm going down the hospital.

And I don't drink in front
of the Watch, you know that.

- Yeah, I know, but couldn't you...

- Maybe later, just this once.

- Ah, great.

It'd really mean a lot to 'em.

Celebrate your first
day back and all that.

- Malby?

- Yeah?

- I'm on the toilet.

- Right, yeah.

Right, got ya, yeah.

- Wanna do it again?

- Sorry, governor.

Dozed off.

I've been working double shifts
at the club, I'm knackered.

- What's this all about then?

- I was supposed to see
my son this afternoon.

It's nothing compared
to what Tina's gonna do

when I tell her I ain't coming.

Ain't seen him for a month.

It kills me.

They tell him, you know.

Me and Billy, we reported it.

Nick messed up.

They said you were freelancing.

I told 'em that's bollocks.

I heard Nick send you in,
I heard him, governor.

He's a greasy little lickspittle.

- I know, but what can you do, eh?

- Huh, Super Glued a
chicken nugget to his car.

- When?

- Couple of times.

- I changed my mind, go on.

Knock off.

- But Gov, I'm on call.

- Go see your boy, I won't tell you twice.

- Idiot.

- How did it feel going back
to the Churchill Estate today?

No, it's not uncommon for people

to have to have trouble going
back to work after an injury.

- You don't know anything about my...

- Well, you were in
hospital for five months,

recuperating at home for four,

and then readmitted after an attempt to.

- That's, that's not...

- I couldn't give a toss.

Feel like sticking me head in the oven

about three times a day?

Most people do.

- Come on.

- Do you ever suffer from tinnitus?

Well, I mean, you know,

do you ever get like ringing in your...

- Yeah, I know what tinnitus is.

- How about physical tics?

- No, please, could you leave now?

- It's nothing to be ashamed of if you do.

- I'm not.

- It's just in my experience...

- Sorry, sorry, but what
experience do you actually have?

- Oh, well, listen, you'll
have to be more specific.

I mean, what are we talking about here?

Work, life,

sexual, near death?

- Firefighters, how many
firefighters have you worked with?

- You.

You are my first.

So be gentle.

If you go over, under and then...

- You've never worked
with a firefighter before?

- I've been in trauma for 10 years.

- But not in this service?

- No.

- Then with all due respect,

you don't know the first
thing about what it's like.

- Okay, so tell me.

What is it like?

- There's someone asking for you.

- Ah, right.

Can I help you, sir?

Yeah, I'm looking for Kevin Allison.

- He's not on duty,
I'm afraid, can I help?

- I'm Eric Springer.

My daughter's Fiona Springer.

She was in an accident this morning.

She died.

They said she was gonna be okay,

but then she wouldn't stop bleeding.

Inside she was,

she was, she was conscious for a bit,

and she kept talking
about this fireman, Kev.

And I just,

to know someone was
there holding her hand.

- Nerve having to do that.

- I think, aw, Ziggy,
love, it's beautiful.

- What's it mean?

- It means, don't fuck
with me, I speak French.

- I wouldn't fuck with
you in any language.

- Right, I'll show you mine now.

- Sit down.

- Come a bit closer.

- Did it hurt?
- A bit closer.

- Yeah, it really did.
- Closer.

- 500 quid?
- No!

- Yeah.

- Yeah, I've probably got one.

It's a good one.

What would she like?

Blondie out there, she's new.

- Chiara?

No man, we just hooked
up a few times, innit?

- Do you remember that little
redhead into Shakespeare?

She had the, didn't she,
on her, ooh, ooh.

Sorry, sorry, Nosey Parker.

Don't take the piss yet,
but I really missed you.

- Oh, shut up, you soft git.

- No, no, I mean, I love Trish, but

you and me,

oh, shut up, Kev.

- Yeah, you're pissed.

- I am, I'm pissed.

Do you want to come down
Churchill Estate with me?

Ask some questions?

You know?

- Oh Kev, come on.

- What?

- It's over, all right?

It's done.

The kids, the dragon,

I know that someone's got off with this.

We know that, the police know that,

but it's been nine months, Kev.

Door to door, no one on that
estate will say a bloody thing.

They're a pack of animals, mate.

Wish to God I did know who
to kick the shit out of.

For what they've done to you?

For what they did?

Should string 'em up.

- She's told you, hasn't she?

- What?

No, who?

- Trish.

She's told you.

- Listen.

Of course, I've talked to her.

I mean, it's been hard on her.

She needed someone to,
you know, to support her.

- Yeah, I bet you were a real tonic.

Did she tell you, yes or no?

- I'm sorry, mate.

- All right, mate?
- How you doin'?

- How dare you go around,
telling Mal my business?

You promised, didn't you?

Listen, don't come tonight.

I don't want to see you.

Just go home, whatever.

Go to your sister's or watch
Sex and the fucking City.

Talk about what a failure
I am to everyone we know.

You're un-bloody-believable, my darling.

Sorry about that, mate.

- No worries, mate.

- Hey, evening, Kev.

Mrs. Kev not here?

- She's not Mrs. Kev,
Nick, she's Ms. Tooley.

- Nick, good to see you.

Listen, can I steal you for a minute?

Jerry wants to go through
the away-day with you.

- Hello.

- Sorry Sir, this is...

- It's good to meet you.

- You don't know who I am, do you?

Excuse me, excuse me, who am I?

Who am I, sir?

- It's Kevin Allison, sir.

- Kevin Allison, yes, of course.

It's wonderful to meet
you, congratulations.

- No, no, not my name, not my name, you.

I mean, why am I here?

- Listen, I've got a lot of
people to talk to tonight,

so you'll understand if I...

- You're giving me a medal
when you don't know why.

"He's taken a special
interest," you said.

Blimey sir, I'd hate to
be one of the poor fuckers

you don't give a toss about.

- I think you've
forgotten yourself.

- Get off me.

- Clearly you have some grievances,

which I would be very happy

to discuss with you at a later date,

but this is neither the time,

- All right.
- Nor the place.

- All right, all right, new question.

What is the difference

between a senior officer
and a firefighter?

- All right, come on.

- About 40 grand.

It's a joke.

The difference between a senior officer

and a firefighter is about 40 grand.

Well that, and the fact
that most senior officers

never got this close to an actual fire.

- My lords, ladies and
gentlemen, dinner is served.

- So tell me, what is it like?

- It's like I hated that hospital.

Trish tried not to cry.

The bloke in the next bed
croaking through his, his whatsit,

his voice box telling
me it'd be all right.

Little electronic box in his neck,

and he's feeling sorry for me.

Then one day, this new nurse came on.

I could tell she hadn't
read any notes or anything

'cause she didn't look at me in that way,

in the way that everyone looked at me.

She said, "Hi, I'm Denise.

"I'm a student."

I said, "Hi, I'm Kev.

"I'm a fireman."

The way she looked at me.

She wasn't pretty or anything.

She wasn't important.

She was just some bird from Newcastle

fancying doing a crap job with no pay

for the rest of her life,

but I just about fell
in love with her then

because I told her I was a fireman,

and her face changed, this

awe in her eyes.

Then she left and I lay there for a bit.

And I felt the pain stop.

I thought about this place
for the first time in ages,

and I wanted to cry.

About Mal and Big Al and Billy the Mince

and the sound of the bells going down.

And I felt like a fucking God.