Jack Falls

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My name is Jack Adleth.

At least that's what it says

on the death certificate.

I used to be

an undercover police officer...

which means

I've done some terrible things...

but enough is enough.

It's time to walk away.

Jack! Jack!

Jack, stay with me. Jack!

Jack!

- Come on!

- What happened?

- Is he dead?

- You took your f***ing time!

- Do you know CPR?

- Yeah.

Good. Start.

This is, um...

very serious, you know?

- Can you save him?

- Oh, well...

Let's find out, shall we?

He's lost a lot of blood.

Most of it over you two

by the looks of it.

The thing is, I have no idea

how long he hasn't been breathing for.

If the brain is deprived of oxygen

for more than four minutes,

well, let's just say, even if he survives,

there could be, um, complications.

Just do what needs to be done.

OK.

I'm right on it.

OK, and clear.

Thank you.

You know, these things

never work first time.

Take two, and clear.

- No? OK. 360 it is, then.

- What the f*** are you doing?

Whoa, whoa!

Come on, Jack.

Jack, just f***ing wake up!

It's no good shouting at him,

he can't hear you.

Well, what do you know?

We've got a pulse.

Please, carry on. I can't wait to see

what you're going to do next, doctor.

You f***ing help us!

Well, you seem to be pretty good at this

on your own.

Oh-oh-oh-oh, please, please!

Look, I will do what I can do,

no questions asked, OK?

I can clean up the wound and sew him up,

but he's gonna need blood and a lot of it.

- You can take mine.

- My dear, it's...

I'm O positive.

Take as much as you need.

Jack.

Jack.

I'm waiting for you.

I miss you.

You don't look too clever, mate...

but you'll be all right.

- Sid?

- Rest.

We'll talk soon.

Get your strength back.

You're gonna need it.

Aargh. Ahh.

Jack! Jack, be careful, don't move.

- Natasha?

- You OK?

I'm just getting my bearings.

How long?

- Three days.

- F***!

But you're OK, thank God.

Where are we?

In Amsterdam still,

other side of the city.

Really getting around, aren't we?

What about London?

Carter's taken over.

He didn't waste much time after...

after Dad died.

Don't you worry. A visit to Carter

is on the top of my to-do list.

I think maybe getting better

should be at the top of your to-do list.

I got shot, Natasha.

It's oddly affected my priorities.

Sorry.

- Why do you think Carter did it?

- Of course it's Carter. Who else would it be?

F***'s sake,

did you stitch me up yourself?

Well, good luck getting close to him.

He's twice as powerful as Dad was,

and he's ten times as vicious.

He's eradicated all the competition,

he's got a monopoly

on just about everything.

Prostitutes, gambling,

drugs, guns, protection -

he controls it all.

No one can get near Carter.

Not even the police can touch him.

Yeah, well, it's a good job

I'm not a policeman any more.

You wanted to see me, boss?

Here's that file for you.

Just wanted to let you know

that we've, er, had to let Jack go.

You mean he's... out of the picture?

Well, he's already terminated

his own employment,

so he won't be freelancing.

Right.

I'll let Edwards know, then.

Dominic...

to lose a man is worth it to keep the others

in line, you do know that, don't you?

Yeah. Course. He was a good U/C.

He was, yes.

He was one of our best.

But I think karma had something

to do with his demise.

I just wonder sometimes if

we let the end justify the means too much.

Nobody cares about the means.

That's why Jack did the job.

Broke the rules -

is that the official line?

There is no official line.

Tell me... who's the f***ing wanker that

was supposed to keep him under control?

- I passed him over to Edwards.

- You... was in charge!

It all went tits up

and I had to deal with it. End of.

Boss.

What colour is that word?

Blue. Red. Very good.

Are those lines parallel?

Yes. Yes, yes, yes!

What else do you want me to do for you?

Do you want me to colour in for you? I haven't

got crayons, but I'm sure I could get some.

- These tests are necessary.

- What for?

You were dead for quite a while,

and you'd lost enough blood to fill a bath

before you stopped breathing.

Lack of oxygen to the brain

can cause ischemic hypoxia,

though in your case,

I think you're going to be all right.

You seem fine. If anything was amiss,

you'd have experienced it by now.

Experienced what?

Oh. Memory loss, speech difficulties,

reduced motor functions,

hallucinations,

difficulty expressing emotions,

paralysis.

It depends what part of the brain is affected.

Hallucinations?

- Have you been hallucinating?

- Of course not.

How do you feel?

Like sh*t, cos you did

a piss-poorjob stitching me up.

Aren't you supposed

to have a nurse with you,

that gives me a bed bath about now?

You listen to me, buddy,

your little girl is paying me

to treat you, not humour you.

So, ifyou want

fresh flowers and room service,

I suggest you go back to London,

and let our precious National Health Service

take care of you. Hm?

What you talking about?

This place is actually cleaner

than most of the NHS hospitals I've been in.

I don't know about the ones you've been in.

Have you been in dirty hospitals?

Is that why you were struck off?

- Maybe you touched a kid, sold some drugs.

- All right, all right.

Did you kill a lot of people?

Are you Harold Shipman?

- Is that what you're doing?

- You split my stitches open again! I'm sorry!

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