Popeye IV: Resurrection

Hey.

Christ, Paul. You scared me.

What you doing outta bed?

I've been pressing that call button for an hour

and no one's come to see me.

It's probably broken.

Can I help?

Well, got a bit of an issue with my leg.

You shouldn't be hunting at your age. It's dangerous.

It's the only chance I get to leave the house.

Well, I think we need to find you a new hobby.

It's not a hobby.

I was a marksman in the military, I'll have you know.

All my medals are on the dresser.

I think I've heard the stories.

You're talking to a veteran, young lady.

Alright, Private.

Let's get you back to your room and get that redressed.

I'll do it how they did it in the field, if you like.

- Sergeant. - What?

I was a sergeant, not a private.

Alright, Sergeant, let's get that battle wound

redressed, all right?

That'd be lovely.

I'm guessing this isn't the first time you've been shot.

Well, you're half correct.

I took shrapnel from a bullet in the Falklands.

- You fought in the Falklands? - Very briefly.

We disembarked onto the island expecting a barrage of fire.

More sinister than that, it was deathly quiet.

We established a base on the port,

moved inland under the cover of night.

Must have trekked for an hour.

All of a sudden, we were hit by enemy fire.

I was behind another soldier, and my spotter,

he was blindsided by projectiles.

Bullet exploded off the side of his helmet

and I took the shrapnel, see.

But we never say die.

We escaped the skirmish,

fighting them off with a barrage of our own.

I must've sniped at least 10 insurgents.

Well, they are spot too.

I bandaged myself up in the field

with what I had in my medic pouch.

No morphine though.

Didn't wanna compromise my awareness.

What remained of us, we completed the mission,

secured the south of the island.

Men were built better back then.

There you go.

Could've used you during the war.

I'm glad you were there for my brother at the end.

Popeye.

Does that happen a lot?

What part?

Seeing... Talking to people.

At the end.

Yeah.

Oscar, he was a good man.

Yeah.

Hey, hey baby.

Hey, Maya.

Bit early for that, isn't it?

- Just finished your shift? - Yeah.

Last one for a few days.

Congratulations on parry,

sorry, I don't know how you do it.

I can stay up late with the best of them.

But to work from sunset to sunrise,

that's an ungodly torture.

You get used to it.

There's getting used to it,

then there's letting it take over your whole life.

I like a quiet life.

Nothing more quiet than a night shift.

Mainly I'm on my own.

Who hurt you, babe?

All those weeks in group therapy

and I never got a straight answer.

It's a long story.

They're all long stories, that's why we're in therapy.

All of my trash is on the curb.

Abusive mum, abusive boyfriends.

Deciding that tattooing felt better than cutting.

I lost a lot of friends.

That's why I like being a nurse, helping people.

Say no more.

You do you.

We all have our crosses to bear.

When you first joined the group,

I thought there was something special about you.

It sure was convenient when I was made redundant.

This won't be forever, I promise.

Oh, stay as long as you like.

We should do something,

now that you've got all these days off.

Shouldn't you be looking for a job?

Well, mum, I am on the lookout

and my freelance gig still hold me over

and I'm doing some volunteering at a local church.

You know I love you, but I can't imagine their faces

when you walk into church.

It's not that type of church.

It's more like one which takes in broken people.

I fit right in.

So what we doing?

Well, my uncle has this place up north.

I was thinking about going to check it out.

See what treasures there are.

Make some cash.

Yeah. Sounds like fun.

I think I'll just stay cooped up in me flat though.

Meditate.

Meditate or medicate?

Bit of both.

Well, the offer stands.

It'll be really cool if you join me though.

I suppose you're gonna go to bed now

whilst I go and navigate the gig economy.

Catch up later?

Sure thing.

You left me.

You left me to die!

At one o'clock this morning.

Witnesses are still baffled by the brutality of the murder,

citing it as a result of cult activity

that has become prevalent in the borough.

One of the witnesses had such a strong reaction to the find

that they are being treated at local hospital

for severe symptoms of PTSD.

Forensic teams and homicide investigators

have not yet identified the murder weapon,

but we are told that it was a large, solid metal object,

probably delivered with enormous force.

Nurse? Nurse?

Nurse!

Nurse!

Fuck's sake.

Fuck's sake.

Nurse?

Nurse!

Nurse?

Hey! No, no!

Get off! No, no!

Get off me!

Damn it! Get off!

Get off me!

Do you not know who you're messing with?

Stop it! Stop it!

Stop it now!

Stop it now!

Please stop, stop! Stop!

Stop! Get off me!

No!

Get off me! Please!

Please, please stop!

- He's not strong enough. - Stop, stop.

Stop! Stop it now.

Stop!

Please, please!

No!

No, no, what are you doing?

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

Wait, just don't do this please, please, please!

Please!

Get off me!

We need her.

She is the key.

Don't do this!

Please, stop, stop, stop, stop.

No, stop, stop, stop.

Please, please, please, please, please, please!

Eat it.

What's that?

Hey. Hey, you?

What's up?

You okay?

Hey, what's going on? You okay?

Yeah. Dunno.

I take it meditating isn't going so well.

Try something else from class,

like grounding, breathing,

tapping,

or coming to do some spring cleaning with me.

Clear your mind by clearing an old house.

You really want me to go with you, don't you?

I really don't wanna do the long drive on my own.

Plus, we're friends, and you need it, to be honest.

Where is it?

Up north is all I know.

I'll let the sat nav do the work.

I gotta be back at work on Friday, I can't stay too long.

We'll be back before then.

It's only a couple of hours away.

Plus, you could use a distraction

from wherever this is that's going on.

Okay.

Okay. What do I need?