Marlon?
So when am I getting out of here?
- But you're still in pain. - No, I'm not.
Really? Why don't you try lifting that arm again?
It's okay, you're making good progress.
- See. - But clearly, there is still quite a bit of discomfort.
I can handle it.
The painkillers will certainly be helping with that; however, I suspect you'll be taking them for some time yet.
Great.
Well, it could be worse.
Can you stop being so relentlessly positive? It doesn't suit you.
Charming.
Nevertheless, I see no reason why you can't be discharged within the next day or so.
Providing you've got someone to care for you at home.
- And, um, what if... - That's great.
Thanks, doctor. For everything.
And we'll see you back in clinic in a couple of weeks.
Absolutely. Free this bed up for someone who really needs it, right?
Anything?
All clear.
Someone's been in here again, I'm telling ya.
- You've seen the state of the back room. - Well, they've long gone.
It looks like nothing's been taken.
Who breaks into a pub, and leaves without a drop of booze?
What'd they want?
Don't answer that.
Look, you say break-in. There's no sign of a forced entry, and no alarms gone off.
- Okay, so I'm going mad. - No, that's not what I meant. - Well, go on then.
Maybe we should... call the police.
It's not like the first time this has happened.
It's a waste of time.
There's no evidence of a break-in.
Aaron's locked up, Doug and Diane are in Portugal.
How many people have got the keys to this place?
Apart from me and Diane? Um, Aaron, Doug, Victoria, Marlon.
- I don't know, loads of people. - Exactly.
- You think someone's got the key? - I think plenty of people have got the key.
Question is - which one's messing with your head?
Right, there is a man, out in the corridor, in just his gown.
So the back's all flopping open. How gross is that?
Can I have your phone a minute?
Oh, cheers, sis. Really appreciate it. No problem, Rob. My pleasure.
It's a tiny, watery cup of tea, but thanks.
Now please can you pass me your phone?
If I'm getting out of here, I need to sort myself somewhere to stay.
So... you're sticking around then?
- Before you say anything... - No, Rob, that's brilliant.
- Where are you gonna stay? - You don't need to worry about that.
- Cause you know that Andy's living with us. - I know. And it's fine. Seriously.
Well, it's not like you can stay in a hotel. I mean, a doctor just said that you need someone to look after ya.
All I need is somewhere I can get some actual sleep. You don't know what it's like in here.
Well... I mean, it can't be that bad. You're not exactly slumming it.
Someone just shot me, if you've not forgotten. What's to stop them from just walking in here, and finishing the job?
You're being paranoid.
Well, I guess that's what happens when someone tries to kill ya.
Which they could just as easily do if you were staying in a hotel.
Maybe.
But at least there, there's a good chance I'll get a decent night's sleep first.
Chas, sorry I'm late.
Oh, it's okay.
In fact, I was hoping that you'd give me a hand behind the bar. Marlon's already sorted the buffet.
Oh, cause there's nothing like a little party, is there?
Never mind that my brother's in hospital because of YOUR son.
Let me stop you right there, okay.
Today was Diane's idea, and where is she now?
Victoria.
You still got your key for this place?
- Yeah. Why? - It doesn't matter.
So you gonna help, or what?
Chas, I am NOT a barmaid.
- Right, if that's the way you're gonna be, forget about it. - Yeah, take the day off.
Better still, take the week off. Or the month. You know, however long you need.
Thanks. Maybe I will,
Look, I am sorry that your brother got shot.
Me, not so much.
But this is my pub.
And believe me, you are not the only one who wants whoever did this locking up.
He IS locked up.
Do ya know what, forget about this. You're right.
I really don't need this right now.
Well, that makes two of us. So you know what? Yes, we're fine, we can do without ya today.
Party hasn't started yet.
Wha- Well, hang on, Vic.
Guess she's not in the mood.
Hi.
- You okay? - Yeah, she's fine.
Actually, I'm not.
Come on, Chas. Supposed to be having good time.
Good time. Yes.
Yeah, well if you really want to help, Zak, why don't you try your hand BEHIND the bar, for a change?
Never mind.
Looks like she could use a good lie-down.