♪ What is love? ♪
♪ Baby, don't hurt me ♪
♪ Don't hurt me ♪
♪ No more ♪ (police sirens)
- We're supposed to be out partying tonight,
but no, shady Wendy had to sign me up to work.
- I thought it'd be fun!
We get to see the New Year in together.
We could snog.
(Maleek gagging)
- Rewind that, and delete it.
(Mary makes rewinding noise)
- Your rewind noise is dead.
(Mary giggling)
Look, I just wanted a New Year's off for once, man.
It's the worst night of a paramedic year, you know?
London loses its mind.
- Perhaps people have just chilled out a bit.
You know, I think they've learned how
to have a good time, responsibly.
♪ You can kiss my ♪
(upbeat pop music)
- Back off, you little slag!
(women yelling) (police sirens)
(background pop music)
(women yelling)
- Fuck you!
- Break it up now!
(women yelling) (police sirens)
♪ Come on baby you can kiss my uh oh ♪
♪ Come on, all the times we had ♪
♪ Baby, you can kiss my uh oh ♪
- I told you.
♪ How you want me back ♪
♪ Baby you can kiss my ♪
(upbeat pop music)
(theme music)
♪ Yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Put your hands up ♪
(fireworks exploding)
♪ Put your hands up ♪
- I've got another legend, Lozza.
This one's just done 20 shots.
I reckon he could do a couple more, Loz.
We should get him back out there.
- Why not? Lightweight.
(woman laughing) (woman vomiting)
- Got to love the booze bus.
What happened to the tunes?
- Be my guest.
- Let's get this bus rocking.
♪ Everybody ♪
Oh, yes.
♪ Oh, everybody ♪
Nice.
- This is fun.
- Yeah.
- Us together, the booze bus.
- Oh, yeah, defo.
Couldn't let you spend New Year's on your own,
now things are over and absolutely dead
in the water with old June bug.
- Yeah, thanks.
You know, better off out of that I think.
- Oh, yeah. - June was nice,
but intense. - Mental.
- Yeah, very intense.
Could never be myself around her.
- Cause she's so mental. - Yeah.
- Still, you gave it a go.
Plenty more fish in the sea.
You want to get that rod out, see what bites, Loz.
- Yeah, New Year, new me.
- Love that, Loz.
- You know, it's interesting in the Philippines
they open the doors at New Year's Eve to let out
the old year and bring in the New Year,
very interesting. - Kissing
is a thing as well, isn't it, on New Year's?
- Yeah.
- Yeah, kissing whoever you are with at midnight.
- In Spain, they eat 12 grapes.
- Right? Well, we're not in Spain.
We're, you know, we're here.
- Most of the year...
- Kissing is the big one and, you know...
- Yeah.
- Now things have moved on with uh,
Juno,
you're--
(knocking on glass)
Oh.
Whoa.
- Hello. - Hello.
- Got room for one more?
- Excuse me.
- What're you doing here, George?
- Key worker.
- No, no, you carry on.
I'm just...
I here to observe.
- Oh, good.
Not like we're busy or anything.
Can this wait?
- No, no.
Do you realise, Jo,
I've never actually observed you on an actual shift?
So I thought I really must do that
and write up a report.
- Okay, so you're checking up on me.
- Yes,
and reporting to the senior leadership team
on your strengths
and failings.
- Well, welcome aboard.
- Shut up, Lo- sorry.
Sorry, Lawrence.
Uh.
Fine. Just,
yeah, be my guest, stay.
(man vomiting)
- Chunks! Two o'clock.
- Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Oh, hold on, there we go.
(upbeat dance music)
(ambulance siren wailing)
(laughter)
(indistinct chatter)
- I didn't think you'd be working New Year's Eve.
- Yeah, well, it was either this
or stay home with my parents,
so I figured,
if I gotta be stuck with some old people,
I might as well get paid for it.
(laughter)
(dance music)
- Is that?
- Tash?
Egg head!
- [Gary] Hey, what are you doing out?
You're supposed to be shielding after your transplant.
- Having a life, it's New Year's Eve.
Woo-fucking-hoo.
- [Gary] Well,
we should at least take your temperature,
make sure you're okay.
If you are, we'll leave you alone.
- Don't be pricks.
- Listen, if it was up to me, I'd leave you here,
but my tax money got you that transplant,
so give us your ear.
- No.
- It's ear or arse hole, you choose.
- Fine.
(dance music playing in background)
(thermometer beeps)
- It's really high.
- Sorry, cue ball.
We're gonna have to take you in.
Could be an infection.
- I'm not going.
- Wh--
Oi!
Right, just...
Not on...
Gary!
Gary! Help me, please!
Thank you.
Come on!
Tasha!?
(electronic dance music)
- [Maleek] What the hell is this place, man?
- [Wendy] Wow.
- [Maleek] Gosh.
I should be out with my boys, man. Not here.
Should be whining a bad girl,
if it wasn't for my blocking partner.
- [Wendy] I'm not willy blocking you. Am I?
I thought that was your wing man?
- Over here.
- [Maleek] Excuse me.
Excuse me.
- Here now,
what's your name, duck?
- [Patient] Jack.
I've not had any drugs.
- Yeah, this man has definitely had a bag of drugs.
What have you had, mate?
- [Wendy] A sniff?
Charlie?
Whiz?
- Stop. Trying to sound cool.
- Tiny bit of coke.
- He seemed really bad before.
- I'm fine now.
It's just a sore stomach, I'll dance it off.
- No, no, no, no, no.
Sit down.
- No, we're gonna run some checks first, duck.
- [Maryanne] Wow.
You guys are amazing.
- [Maleek] Yeah. Proper heroes innit?
Unlike those firefighters,
they'll be running around now.
Cause they only get two firework nights a year.
Us. We do this three sixty five!
You get me?
- I'm Maryanne.
- Ooh. Are you single Maryanne?
Maleek's lovely.
You'd like him a lot.
Very generous lover.
- What are you doing?
- I'm un-willy blocking ya.
- Stop, blow it.
- So, uh. Do I dial 999,
Or is there another number that I can contact you
on quicker?
- No, you just call 999,
if you need an ambulance, mate.
There's no cheat code.
Trust me.
I've tried.
- Oh, okay.
I'm going to go get Jack some water.
- [Maleek] Nice.
- Ooh. Very professional.
Not giving out your number when she asks for it.
- What?
Ah, shit!
- You all right, duck?
(suspenseful music)
- Hey.
(Kareshma sighing)
- Didn't think you'd catch up.
- Yeah. Well in our defence you've had stage four cancer,
hardly Mo Farah.
Are you ready to go in?
- I'm not going.
There's no point,
the transplant didn't work.
I might as well have a nice night out
with my mates rather than sit at home, waiting to die.
- I'm so sorry, Tasha.
Is there anything I can do?
- Can I crash your ambulance?
- No.
- Maybe we should just leave her with her friends.
Let her have a fun night out.
- No,
you're coming in, Tasha.
Now.
(pensive music)
(upbeat dance music)
(ambulance siren wailing)
- [Civilian] Happy New Year!
(crowd cheering)
(indistinct chatter)
(upbeat dance music)
- Listen,
I really do need you to come down
to the ambulance and I can do some further checks on ya.
- No way
I love this song.
You love this song?
I love this song.
- Not really.
- [Crowd] Shots! Shots! Shots! Shots!
- We're working and you are doing shots!?
- No! As if!
- I just saw ya!
- Shut up, I didn't.
That's nonsense.
Where's Jack?
- [Wendy] He won't come to the ambulance.
- [Maleek] No, don't blame him.
This party is insane.
Can't exactly force an ECG on him either.
So, let's bounce.
Gimme that.
- But what if it serious?
- Oh yeah.
He looks bang in trouble there, innit?
- [Wendy] He's had drugs.
- Yeah, I know he's had drugs.
I wish this was like a New Year's
in Nottingham.
You all sat round drinking mead in the forest
but it's LDN!
The whole city's high.
- We should at least wait with him.
- He's not exactly gonna change his mind.
And then what we gonna do call police for backup.
To have to drag him to A and E
and have to sit there all night, long.
I'm not missing last orders with the boys!
- Well, we wouldn't want that, would we?
- Look, all he needs is Gaviscon
and uh a night on the toilet.
He'll be fine.
- [Radio] 451 Papa, Kilo.
Need an update please?
- Hiya,
yeah, the patient's refusing treatment
so we can't carry out observations.
- [Radio] Right, so does the patient have capacity
to make that decision?
- We don't know.
- [Maleek] Ah, he's doing the gun lean!
Course he has capa--
He has capacity!
We're gonna hit the roads.
Over.
- [Radio] Copy that, 451.
- [Maryanne] Hey!
You should come here after you finish.
I want to meet off duty Maleek.
(Maleek laughing)
- Yeah. Let me check my diary and just.
My diary?
Is it free?
Yep. Free.
I'll be here.
- What about your boys?
- Nah, fuck 'em!
It's just my cousin and his little ugly friend.
So, we're gonna go.
And I'm gonna come back.
So, you just stay awake,
drink of one of those monsters or whatever.
Or espresso martini!
Zing!
- Zing!
- All right.
See you later.
- Bye.
- [Wendy] Nice. - [Maleek] Yeah.
- [Wendy] Oh! Careful.
(upbeat music)
(ambulance siren wailing)
- [Darryl] You'll be all right, mate.
(patient groaning)
- [Darrell] I'm gonna miss this city.
- Hey, come on man.
Stay in the moment.
You're not left yet.
- [Onlooker] Do it, marry him!
(onlookers cheering)
- No, it's not that.
(paramedics laughing)
- [Darryl] Ha! Can you imagine?
- Wait, That could work.
If we got married,
then they'd have to let me stay.
- Bro. We're not a couple.
- We practically are.
We live together.
We work together.
We're always in the hammock.
We share a toothbrush.
- We don't share a toothbrush.
- Trust me. We do.
Don't you see? This could really work.
- Why didn't we think of this before?
Let's do it.
- Let's get married.
- [Together] We're getting married!
(upbeat pop music)
(ambulance siren wailing)
(crowd bustling)
(indistinct chatter)
(woman vomiting)
- There we go.
Oh,
all right, Loz? Incoming.
What a team!
- [Patient] What time's this bus leaving?
- Ah, not that kind of bus mate.
George?
- Yes, Jo?
- Can you help him?
- Yeah.
- [Jo] Maybe? - Yeah.
- [Jo] Okay. Just a second.
Now. Look at me.
- I've been right where you are now,
you know,
in the grip of alcohol.
Sometimes it feels like it's all you want, right?
Like it fixes the world.
Can't remember my point now.
- No therapy.
Get him some water!
- Yes.
- [Jo] Take him to the night bus please, George.
- Yes.
Yes.
Come on.
That's it!
- And then there were two.
(Lawrence chuckling)
Two to tango.
Two peas in a pod.
Two?
- Ronnie's?
(both laughing)
Why are we saying things with two?
- Bants, Loz! Just bants. Good times.
- [Lawrence] Yeah.
- Look, I was hoping to ask something, actually.
Um, would you--?
- What?
- Say you are happy with your energy supplier?
- Erm, that's a good question.
- [Jo] Mm.
- Is anyone really happy-
- [Jo] Yeah.
- with their energy supplier?
I mean, I wasn't.
So I changed, um.
- Actually.
I was actually hoping
to ask something else.
Um.
(upbeat pop music)
Would you like to go for a drink after work, with me?
- Yeah. I'd really like that.
- Oh--
- [Lawrence] I was actually hoping you were going to ask.
- Great,
uh.
(distant ambulance siren wailing)
(ambulance idling)
- You wanna play a game?
I spy?
- A bit old for I spy.
- What are teenagers into these days?
- Anxiety.
- Tasha, so sorry to hear about--
- Yeah, yeah, it's fine.
Just get me some antibiotics.
I can get out and get on it.
- Yeah. You can't drink on antibiotics.
- Well, I might risk the side effects.
What with me,
dying.
- Look, spoken to the nurse.
Apparently there's loads you can do to prolong it.
You can have another round of chemo.
- I don't want more chemo.
- Fine.
Give up.
Do whatever you want.
Actually. Who cares that there's other people
that give a shit about you.
- I know you are upset,
but this is a terrified girl.
Who knows she's going to die.
This isn't about you.
It's about Tasha.
- I know. But I don't know what to do.
It's her last New Year's Eve and she's stuck here.
- Right.
Right.
We're getting outta here.
- What's going on?
- I don't know Baldy, but Gary's got that look in his eye.
- [Nurse] Wait, where you going?
- Uh, just gonna go and check on something.
- [Gary] Don't look back.
Keep moving.
(hopeful music)
(ambulance sirens wailing)
(people blowing whistles)
- (over the radio) Hey guys, this is Darrell's,
- we're getting married!
- We're actually getting married!
Happy New Year!
- (over the radio) Seriously,
love you guys! South Hill!
- South Hill, forever!
- Happy New Year!
- Happy New Year. Good work guys.
- [Wendy] South mother fuckin' Hill!
Happy New Year!
- You're gonna make me crash.
- This is Wendy, by the way.
- Lawrence here, let's open the book on a New Year.
Pages are blank, but we hold a pen, not an actual pen
or book.
- [Jo] Could you keep still, mate.
I can't glue a moving target.
- [Lawrence] I guess what I'm trying to say
is Happy New Year, should have just gone with that.
- Get off me!
- [Jo] Ey, ey, ey, ey, ey, ey!
- Don't need ya help!
I don't need your help!
- Loz, - What are you looking at?
- get him to the pigs.
Phil, that guy's one for you.
(door slamming)
- Maybe you better call it a night?
You must have somewhere better to be.
- No
- No?
- [George] No.
I find, uh,
New Year's very hard, Jo.
It's, it's a lot of addiction triggers.
Part of me still wants to say, "Sod it!" just get wasted.
- Go home, have a cup of tea.
Watch some Jools Holland.
Not addicted to him, are you?
- I find you really hostile, Jo.
- [Jo] Ah! - I'm here to help you
- And you can help, George.
Get out of my arse crack
and go home so I can do my job.
- Mm hmm.
- [Jo] Thank you.
Shut the door on your way out, thanks George.
(upbeat pop music)
(ambulance siren wailing)
- [Darryl] Say, if we do get married,
what are we gonna do about names?
Is it gonna be yours or mine?
- I hadn't even thought of that.
We'll have to have the same surname.
- Wouldn't you get confusing though?
Let's say someone shouts us and says,
"Hey Pisoni," and we're both like, you or me?
- It'll totally be like that.
We'll be in a world of confusion.
- [Nurse] Hey Darrell.
- [Together] Hey!
- Plus, married people argue loads.
What if we wanted to paint the bathroom
and we couldn't agree on a colour?
- I'd hate for us to argue.
- Maybe we shouldn't get married.
We don't need a ring or a certificate.
What we have is just so strong.
- Yeah. Plus my fiance would be super pissed
if I married someone else.
- Nah, I'm not risking this friendship for anything.
The wedding's off.
We'll have to think of a different way.
I can stay in the country.
- I had a thought, though.
Maybe we should paint the bathroom-
- [Together] Blue!
- Like a nice royal blue, like an avatar.
(electronic dance music)
(indistinct chatter)
- [Lawrence] You leaving?
See you later.
Happy New Year.
- Yeah, yeah.
(indistinct chatter)
- Lawrence,
are you um, feeling all right after your break up?
- Um, yeah.
Things are good.
- Okay.
A word of warning.
Um, I know what it's like after a, a split
you've just got, just emotions all over the place.
- Yeah.
- So, maybe,
don't rush into anything with anyone new.
- Right, you think?
- Yeah. I've been there.
It's, can't trust your feelings.
And the last thing you wanna do is hurt someone, right?
- Yeah. No, you're right. Yeah.
- Yeah. Happy New Year.
- [Lawrence] Happy New Year.
(indistinct radio chatter)
(door swinging open)
- Ta-da!
- Oh wow, Gary.
Yeah. Great plan.
Bring us up to the shittest roof in the world.
Oh my God.
Is that a dead rat?
- Yeah. Can we head down now?
I don't think I should be
around dead animals with my immune system.
- Yeah, um.
- Trust me. Come on.
(fireworks exploding)
Happy New Year.
I'll give you two a minute.
(melancholy instrumental music)
There's a couple of porters having sex down there.
I'll just wait over here.
- I'm really sorry about your diagnosis.
It's super shit,
it's next level, really.
Really bad.
- Thanks.
- And I'm sorry we ruined your New Year.
I know you really wanted to have a night out
with your mates.
- I've had one.
- Can you just call me a prick or something?
'Cause I don't trust this.
- Happy New Year, prick.
(upbeat dance music)
(indistinct chatter)
- [Civilian] You're my hero!
- [Lawrence] I'm good, thanks.
- [Jo] Wow.
Mr. Super hero.
- Yeah. Very much like Batman.
- Yeah. "Twatman," more like.
(both chuckling)
Here, I'll give you a hand.
Oh!
- New Year's Eve, eh?
At least it's another year before the next one.
- [Jo] Yeah.
Who knows where we'll be then.
- [Lawrence] Yeah.
(onlookers cheering)
What you doing?
- Nothing.
It was.
That was just like,
matey-kiss-on-the-lips,
just to say "Happy New Year's."
No?
Yeah, get off your own dick, Loz.
- [Radio] 358 Lemur, Charlie?
Urgent incident, need you to call in to control.
- Yeah on it.
- Ah, I didn't mean,
Jo?
(indistinct radio chatter)
- [Maleek] What the hell is going here?
- [Wendy] What's happening?
- [Maryanne] It's Jack!
- [Paramedic] Cardiac arrest.
He just dropped on the dance floor.
Doesn't look good.
- [Female Paramedic] Let's get him on.
(foreboding music)
- I told you we should have stayed.
- We did everything right.
- Doesn't look like it, does it?
(ambulance siren wailing)
(upbeat music)
- Is there anything I need to know about?
- He was refusing treatment.
We couldn't force him into the ambo.
- Why?
- Because,
he was, he was, he was dancing.
- You realised how shit that sounds, Maleek?
Wendy, anything else?
- No.
- Anything that could come back at you?
- We did everything right!
- [Wendy] Well,
- What?
Well, what, Wendy? What?