Do the Right Thing Casualty

It's all about us working together, all right?

What's your name, anyway?

-Sergeant Poulter.

-Sergeant Poultry?

-Sergeant Poulter, not Poultry!

LAUGHTER

Under normal circumstances, I'd have had you for that.

-Get him to open the door.

-I can't.

-What do you mean you can't?

We need money and he does what he's told.

Look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me.

Get him to open the door.

Aw, yeah, chicken noises.

-Poulter, not poultry.

-Aye, aye, what's this?

-Show us a bit of respect, then we'll show you respect.

-What's this, then?

Yeah, I've seen that one before! And that's assault, young man.

-I'll have you for that.

-What's that for, what's that?

Never mind what that is. What you got to realise is,

this lot's going to be like your own personal police force.

-Oh, will they now?

-And at the end of the month,

-they'll be your new best mates.

-Oh, yeah(!)

-Deadly serious.

It's taken months to get the funding for this thing.

If it doesn't work perfectly...

Oh, come on, Yvonne, what can go wrong?

Hmm? Isn't that what everyone wants now?

More bobbies on the beat, old-fashioned policing.

Not on the Somerview Estate they don't.

Well, once they're accustomed to your friendly team of officers,

I'm sure they will be eating out of your hand.

This isn't a joke.

-I know.

-I actually want this to work.

That place has been festering for too long.

-And they've just lost funding for their community centre...

-Have faith.

Yeah? I'll see you later.

-Oh, hey!

-Hmm?

If I'm not back, let yourself in.

And if you're lucky, I'll cook.

-Go on, go!

-I'm going.

-Go save lives.

-See you.

HE MOUTHS "THANK YOU"

PHONE BEEPS

Stephan! Are you in there?

Who's there?

FIREWORKS POP, BANG

HE SCREAMS

That's what I'm talking about. Freedom!

Go on, get out of here.

You're not leaving us, are you?

Cos that would just break my heart.

So if you don't want to go to Afghanistan, what do you want?

I mean, you've got to get your kicks somehow.

Um, those are for you.

Do you think he's signed the divorce papers?

He was never going to take this lying down.

How long are they going to carry on like this?

I'm sure it'll settle down.

Can't you have a word? You're the only one he listens to.

What you talking about? You're the one who told me to do it!

I never told you to shove it in his face, you moron.

SIREN WHOOPS

-Where are we going?

-You got to sort it.

-How?

You get to the hospital and make sure he keeps his mouth shut.

You want to end up back in care?

-I thought you said Mum was coming back home.

-Yeah, well, not today!

Sort Stephan out, then get to school or people'll start asking questions.

-I've dropped my bus pass.

-Where?

COINS CLINK

Go!

What you saying, blud?

MUSIC: "Pass Out" by Tinie Tempah

KEYS JANGLE

MUSIC STOPS

RACING COMMENTARY PLAYS

Wes?

Stick the kettle on. I'm gasping.

When have I ever made you tea?

Prison's changed me, babe. I'm quite demanding now.

Silly idiot!

Hey, where are the girls?

-At my sister's.

-Come here.

SHE SHRIEKS

This is Stephan Peake.

He was found in the stairway of one of the blocks on Somerview Estate.

He has partial thickness burns to his hands

and very superficial burns to his face. Cause unknown. Here.

What happened, Stephan?

Cooking fat...

He appears to have breakfasted on large quantities of cider.

Would you mind taking Stephan through to triage?

I'll be in to deal with him in a moment.

-Fletch!

-Oh! Nice one, mate.

-What's that for?

Oh, um, I'm out with the paramedics.

I mean, I'd much rather be here but I think it's important

to familiarise oneself with the territory.

Be driven very fast with the sirens blaring, more like it.

That's snug.

Sometimes I feel like I'm working with a bunch of schoolboys.

Thanks.

Where would I be without you, eh?

Divorce is traumatic.

But, you know, one in three marriages...

I certainly don't need you firing facile statistics at me.

My point is,

people get over it. They recover. Move on.

How exactly would you deal with this? You separate from your wife.

You have no contact with her for three years.

You forget about the relationship. As you say, you move on.

Then, one day, said wife turns up at your place of work

with a silly grin plastered all over her soppy face.

She doesn't make eye contact with you, barely acknowledges your presence.

Inexplicably, you play along with this for months...

I'm not denying it. Sam has put you in a difficult situation...

Well, I think it's about time the tables were turned, don't you?

Stephan, let's get you up onto the bed.

There you go. Gently does it.

OK.

STEPHAN GROANS

OK. Can you tell me how you got these?

Chip pan.

They don't look like oil burns. There's no redness, no blistering.

That's my mum.

That's me, that's my dad.

Could you pass the bottle?

-You can't drink alcohol in here.

-I need it!

-What you need is for us to treat your burns.

-Get your hands off me!

I'm trying to help you!

Tess, just try and dress him, stick him in the waiting room.

I'll check up on him when he's sobered up.

You live next door.

-Do you know him? The fella who lives here?

-Not really.

He's your neighbour.

-Yeah. So?

-We've had some reports of kids giving him grief.

Somebody put fireworks through his letter box this morning.

-I never heard nothing.

-How come you're not in school?

Why do you always round on us, man?

Do you know who this belongs to?

You didn't even look at it.

18 months without Wes. How did you manage, babe?

You know me. I always like to keep a few subs on the bench.

-Hey, hey, hey, don't even joke about that!

-What?

What's that for?

-Look, I'm really not up for a party.

-Tough. The invites have gone out.

I've just completed the programme.

You've kicked the crack. Doesn't mean you can't have a drink.

My probation officer's come up with this idea. There's this company,

they do furniture renovation, things like that.

-They train up ex-offenders.

-Really? That's nice.

But they're in Portsmouth.

Nah.

Faith!

Faith!

Faith. Faith!

Babe, come on, let me in.

Why do we have to go through this every time you get out?

Faith, Faith, come on. Don't do this.

Look, babe, just open up so we can talk. Come on.

Faith.

Faith, come on!

Hi. Um, can I get a box of the aspirin, please?

And one of the, um, puzzle books.

Terrific. Thank you. How much is that?

Oi! Stephanie.

You're wasted. You've been wasted for the past three days.

You haven't been speaking to us.

-DYLAN SNIFFS

-Pear drops.

What?

-Who's this? Is he with you?

-Yeah, he's my uncle.

Who's he been seen by?

You don't know what it's been like for me.

Your so-called friends coming round the whole time,

calling in debts, the drugs you got caught with,

-all has to be paid for.

-So let's leave. Get away from here.

-We still owe money.

-Yeah, and I'll never get a job round here.

We don't have to worry about that just yet.

What does that mean?

You're still dealing? All the time I was in prison, you were sat there

-telling me a pack of lies.

-Look, I was helping you get through it.

The fact is, we still need the money.

What are you doing?

You're on something now, aren't you?

-Calm down!

-I'm getting the girls and going to Mum's. Don't call me.

-Don't you dare walk out on me!

-I was wondering how long that would take.

Well, go on! If it's going to make you feel better.

SHE WAILS

Don't panic. Don't panic.

-He was drunk, all over the place.

-He's diabetic and hyper-glycaemic.

I don't know how you missed it, Sam.

Maybe the overwhelming stench of cheap booze?

It wasn't enough to mask the smell of ketones.

-I didn't pick up on it either.

-Stephan. Can you hear me?

Right, could you help me get him into cubicles, please?

We need a BM and venous blood gas as soon as possible.

-He's my patient.

-And you abandoned him, Sam.

We were waiting for him to sober up.

Look you've got to keep pressure on it.

Why won't it stop bleeding? Where are you going?

-To call an ambulance.

-No!

-You need a doctor.

-Why can't we just get a cab?

-Do you want to bleed to death?

I don't want the police sniffing round here!

You're in deep, aren't you?

What medications are you on?

Insulin.

I noticed a few things in your bag

-when you were asleep in reception earlier on.

-My photo.

A glucose bottle...

Which actually contained alcohol.

-Chocolate wrappers...

-If I feel a bit heady,

I have to have something sweet. I've done it before.

Your blood sugar levels are not good, Stephan.

-Do you mind if I have a look in your bag?

-Oh, no.

These repeat prescriptions...

You haven't been taking your medication for a while, have you?

Sugary things may help when you're hypo-glycaemic.

But at the moment you're hyper-glycaemic, which is the polar opposite condition.

-What does that mean?

-That your body is full of sugar it can't process.

Basically, your body is a toxic waste site.

We're going to have to move you to a high dependency cubicle,

and then once you've stabilised,

we'll move you upstairs onto a medical ward, OK?

I'm sorry.

We all make mistakes.

Especially when we're off our face on cider.

Can we give him a litre of saline over the next half an hour

and then let's move him onto soluble insulin, six units an hour.

We'll need FBCs, Us and Es, and repeat his glucose in an hour.

He'll probably need catheterising as well, Sam.

I know exactly what he needs.

I spend half my life putting people like him back together again.

People like him? What does that mean?

Patients who fail to take responsibility for their own condition.

Do you think anyone wants to end up like that?

If you only want to treat the blamelessly ill or blamelessly injured,

I have the perfect solution for you. It's called Camp Bastion.

I think the doctors have finished with your uncle for the time being

-so if you want to sit with him...

-I've got to go to school.

Fair enough. But can I have a number for your mum or dad?

I think someone needs to sit with him.

I'm the only one he has anything to do with, really.

Everyone else just thinks he's an old drunk.

MOBILE BUZZES

-Is that school?

-Yeah, they'll understand. It's family.

-Can I get you a cup of tea or anything?

-Have you got any food?

I think I can stretch to a biscuit. Follow me.

PHONE RINGS, DOWN THE LINE

Where are you, Danny?

We've tried to find next his of kin but so far, we haven't had any luck.

That's odd. His nephew was here just a moment ago.

-Well, if he turns up, can you get his details, please?

-Yes.

RADIO: 'Reports of a domestic incident on the Somerview Estate.

'The witness believes there's an injured female inside the property.

'One of the tenants has form for GBH and the flat has a weapons marker.

'Armed Response has been alerted and are on standby.'

Control from 147, could you put Armed Response on hold

until we've done a first assessment, please? Crikey.

First day of a softly-softly initiative and they send in the flaming cavalry!

Look, give me the phone, Faith. The phone.

Come one step closer to me and I swear...

How much coke have you had, babe?

Cos what you're doing now, yeah, is all sorts of crazy.

-He needs to chill his boots a bit, don't he?

-What is it?

It's a domestic, Jez.

-If he calls me Jez one more time...

-He's a nice bloke, Jeff.

-He reminds me of you.

-What you mean? I'm unique!

-What's the deal?

-I'm not sure

but our aim is to make it as quick and tidy as possible. In and out.

Fine. Fine.

Have it your way.

FAITH SCREAMS

Hello!

Hello, Police! Can you open the door?

-Police!

-Police!

-Police!

Hello, Wesley. Just released and in trouble already, are you?

-Let her go.

-Like I'm holding her hostage? She can do what she wants.

We've got an injured woman in here. Come on, love, this way.

Come on, keep coming, that's it.

-So what is it, Wesley? You on drugs again?

-No!

-Put your hands where I can see them.

-I ain't done nothing, man!

Put your hands where I can see them. Put your hands where I can see them!

Do it NOW.

-I ain't done nothing.

-Look at your chest. If you don't show your hands,

I will stun you with 50,000 volts of electricity.

-Stop pointing that at me!

-Show me your hands!

-He's got a knife!

-It's gone, it's gone, it's gone!

STUN GUN BUZZES

-So what happened?

-I don't know.

I spoke to his GP. Stephan was receiving treatment in a psychiatric unit about two months ago.

-For what?

-Alcoholism and depression. Apparently he was doing very well.

Was he managing his diabetes?

-Yes, then he just dropped off the radar two weeks ago.

-No explanation?

No. So how did that boy know that Stephan was here?

He didn't ask you to call him?

No.

OK, all right, just try and stay nice and still for me.

All right, the other cuts don't look too nasty.

Hopefully, there's no damage to the tendons or the arteries,

-but there could be glass in there.

-How did you fall over, love?

-I tripped.

-Jeff, we need to get her back to the ED, please, love.

-Could one of you come back inside, please?

-Is it Wes?! Is it Wes?!

Come over here, keep an eye on her.

Is it Wes? Answer me! Is it Wesley?

-Calm down!

-He's all right. Just give him the once over.

Is it Wes?!

Look, I never meant to hurt you, all right?

Just go, Danny.

I didn't know you were on the other side of that door.

I didn't even know you were in the flat.

I never leave that flat. Your brother has made sure of that.

Next week, everything goes back to normal.

My Mum's coming home.

How do you know?

-She texted Leon.

-You believe everything he says, don't you?

-Steph.

-And you do everything he tells you to.

-You start dissing my brother

and things'll get a lot worse. STEPHAN CHOKES

And what do you get in return, Danny?

-DOOR OPENS

-Can I have a chat with you, please?

I'll be back in a bit.

Sit where we were before. If Stephan had gone much longer

without his medication, it could have killed him.

Well, he won't make that mistake again, will he?

I know he's had mental health issues in the past

but he's never neglected himself to this extent. What happened?

All I heard is, he got hurt this morning.

I'm not talking about this morning. I'm talking about his diabetes.

-Why hasn't he picked up his prescriptions?

-He doesn't leave the block.

Why doesn't he leave the block?

Just some kids, give people a bit of a hard time.

You mean he hasn't been getting his prescription because he's scared?

That's appalling. That's completely and utterly unacceptable.

-I don't know.

-Who are these kids?

How often do you see him?

Every day.

Right, you go back and sit with your...with Stephan.

-If he's not up to talking to the police, you are.

-What?

This situation has to be sorted out, doesn't it?

-Sam. Keep an eye on him?

-What?

-On that boy.

SHE SIGHS

OK, mate, let's have a look.

We'll take those wires out for you, OK?

-He banged his head on the bin.

-It's fine. I don't need this.

I just want someone to get my probation officer.

I told you we'd call him once we get to the station. Is he good to go?

-Why? Are you going to arrest him?

-He was armed and resisting arrest.

His girlfriend's all cut up.

-But her injuries aren't knife-inflicted.

-It doesn't matter.

-He's still under arrest.

-I think he needs to be checked out.

-That cut might need stitches.

-That's your call.

-Is Faith being taken care of?

-She'll be fine, love.

Come on, let's worry about you for now, eh?

Take your time, nice and slowly, nice and slowly.

Mm-hmm? And when are they arriving?

-OK. Thank you. Bye-bye.

-What have we got?

Man with minor facial injuries and a woman with wounds to her hand.

-Coming in together?

-Yeah, they're a couple.

Oh, dear. Well, we all have our rough patches, don't we?

What's with the good mood?

I'm always in a good mood. Why are they ringing ahead?

The police are involved. They zapped the bloke with a stun gun.

-Where did this happen, do you know?

-Somerview Estate.

-Oh, that's unfortunate.

-Why?

It was the first day of Yvonne's new initiative.

Forging links with the community.

Extra police presence and that, you know.

The message clearly didn't get filtered down.

Sooner or later, somebody is going to realise

you and your brother are living by yourselves...

-That's none of your business.

-It is my business.

When Leon uses me like a cash machine.

-When I can't sleep at night for the sound of you lot.

-Shut your mouth.

Do you really think he's looking after you, Danny?

-I've been looking everywhere for you!

-The police are coming.

-They're coming here.

-Yeah, cos some idiot dropped a bus pass!

Don't touch him!

What's the matter, Stephanie?

You the only one who gets to mess with my little brother?

-The idea that someone can actually care innocently for another person...

-You don't know!

-That doesn't register with you, does it?

-Nobody cares!

Hey, hey, what's going on in here? Who are you?

Excuse me!

-Talk to me.

-I just had handover from the paramedics. This is Wesley Royce.

-FAITH:

-I just want to talk to him!

-Quiet, please!

-He was stunned by the police. He has a minor head injury

with a laceration above the left eye. FAITH YELLS

-GCS 15 throughout. He's slightly tachycardic.

-Wes!

-Quiet!

-And wouldn't really let us check him over but he seems OK.

-Let me see him!

-Any more misbehaviour, you'll be out of here.

-What are you going to do,

-stun me as well?

-You all right? Up onto the bed.

Quiet! Leave them to do their job.

Did you knock yourself out when you fell, young man?

-It's nothing!

-Excuse me. Show me.

-He wouldn't do anything to hurt me.

You had no right to do what you did. He didn't lay a finger on me.

You could have been a bit clearer on that in your flat.

I don't want it kicking off in here.

-Get her out of here, would you?

-No, wait.

Touch me and I'll have you done for assault!

Sorry to cut short your fun. We're backing up. Can you stick around?

Yeah, sure. Let me sort her hand out.

Cubicles are full. Can you just bring her over here, please?

Officer, any possibility there's drugs in his system, do you think?

He's denied it, but he's a known crack user.

OK. Zoe, I'll leave it to you.

That's Stephan's.

What you doing? What you doing? Do you want me to hurt you?

There's nothing in here for us.

What is it with you and him? Is it love?

The bloke's got form for GBH, drugs and firearms.

Yeah. I'm fully aware of who Wesley Royce is.

Well, If I hadn't intervened, Armed Response would have tipped up

and he would have been in an even more desperate state.

Look, I'm not pointing the finger.

We have a witness report stating he'd already attacked his partner.

What?

I had to hit him with a stun gun as he was giving up his weapon.

How many warnings did you give him?

Plenty.

OK,

like you said. The whole cavalry would've turned up

if you hadn't taken the matter in hand.

You did what was needed at the time.

I don't even know why I'm sweating this.

Once he comes down from what he's on, he'll be right as rain.

Yeah, let's hope you're right.

I've got to get back to the station,

but if anything changes, I want to know about it.

I was on cloud nine this morning.

Soon as I stepped back on that estate...

What is it with that place, man?

Well, it's the first time I've been there this afternoon,

so I can't comment.

It's where I was born.

By the age of four I was begging my Dad to leave.

Do you know what he said? "This is who we are."

That's dads for you. Look at the end of my nose for me, mate.

I don't want my girls thinking that's all they're worth.

Ah... OK, look, it's OK.

If anything happens to me, yeah...

Nothing's going to happen to you.

If they have to keep me in, can you make sure the girls go to my mum?

You're going to be fine. Can I get some help over here, please?

-What's his name again?

-Wesley.

Wesley? What's happened?

Have you taken anything? Have you taken drugs?

WESLEY COUGHS, RETCHES

OK. Let's get a head CT and a urinary tox screen, yeah?

OK.

-You're hurting me! Get your hands off me!

-"Get your hands off me!"

-I bet you don't say that to Stephan, do you?

-He's never touched me.

Yeah, right!

Come on, we got to keep moving.

-You're jealous of him.

-What?

That I'd rather be sitting in that skanky old flat

than anywhere near you. You hate that, don't you?

If it wasn't for me, you'd be long gone by now.

All I've ever done is take care of things!

You think this is taking care of things?

CAR HORN BLARES

Leon!

Leon!

Leon!

His tox scan came back clear.

And his BP had risen, but his pulse had settled, so...

It's all right, Wes. It's OK.

-What's happening?

-He's vomiting again and his GCS has dropped.

OK, get him out, please.

-Where am I?

-You're in safe hands.

Wesley, this is Mr Jordan. Can you explain to the nurse

how you're feeling, please?

My girls...

Look at the monitor. He's bradycardic.

OK, get him out, please, nurse. Straight into resus.

I'm afraid Dr Nicholls didn't have the presence of mind

to keep both boys here, so you're going to have to talk to the police.

Are they on their own?

Yeah.

Every night for about the last three weeks, it's woken me up.

Danny crying.

-That's when the mother left, three weeks ago?

-I think so.

-How did you get involved?

-I tried to talk to Danny.

That's when all this started.

This is the first time they've actually hurt me, physically.

Mainly it's just been threats and blackmail.

You have to talk to someone about this.

They'll get taken away. Police,

-social services...

-That's not your problem, Stephan.

Last time I was in hospital, I got sectioned.

It's a horrible feeling.

Having no control...

Being removed from everything that you know...

But you got better, didn't you? I know that sort of intervention

can be unpleasant, but sometimes it's for the best.

I don't know what's happening in those boys' lives

but they've clearly lost their way.

Where's my bag? It was on there, where's my bag gone?

-It was on there!

-Calm down, Stephan. I'm sure we will find it.

It was there. It's got a photo, my mum and dad, the only one I've got!

Where's it gone? It was there!

That's OK. He's becoming more bradycardic.

He's blown his left pupil.

I've lost his pulse.

Start massage, please.

That's you!

Yeah, a bit more pace please. Yeah, that's it.

-The other pupil's blown.

-He's coning.

He was clipped by a car. Query fractured left ankle

and lacerations to his left leg, broken glass at the scene.

Not KO'd, GCS 15 and no past medical history.

Is he going to be all right?

OK, let's get a line in for some analgesia. Give X-ray a call

-for a trauma series.

-Let's get some more adrenaline in.

-How much of the mannitol has he had?

-200 mils.

-OK, drain going in.

-OK, stop compressions.

Where's Stephan's bag?

-Come on, he needs the bag.

-He's obviously shaken.

-Can we just hold off, please?

-Can you call security, Tess?

We can't have him disappear twice.

Sounds like there was glass at the scene. We'll need soft tissue films.

-He's still asystolic.

-He's got a massive extradural here,

a midline shift. The size of the bleed, bilateral blown pupils...

This man is not going to have a meaningful recovery.

-You can stop now.

-Is there really no chance?

Nothing more we can do for this man.

OK, time of death, 12:23.

LEON SCREAMS

Thanks.

I'll leave it with you.

Do you want me to break the news to Wesley's partner?

-No, no, let's do that together. I need to phone Yvonne, Zoe.

-Why?

It's a suspicious death. They'll want to bag his clothes and possessions.

This should never have happened, Nic.

-We don't know what happened.

-If we'd known about the head injury...

Well, we didn't, because no-one told us - not the police,

not the paramedics, not even Wesley himself.

The thing is when and how it happened.

And, thankfully, that's a question we don't have to answer.

Let me make this call.

Security didn't see him leave through the main entrance.

-The police haven't seen him either.

-What does he look like?

You know small, thin. He's in school uniform.

-What, the kid that was here this morning?

-Yeah.

-He's gone back into HDC.

-What?

I thought he was someone's relative, Tess.

His C spine films are clear.

What about my leg?

You have a small undisplaced left medial malleolar fracture.

-Other than that, cuts and abrasions.

-What does that mean?

That mean you've been undeservedly lucky.

Right, this will hurt.

Ah! Agh!

I did warn you.

-My leg feels weird.

-Broken ankles tend to.

He'll need a back slab on this. I'll do the sutures.

-What about the soft tissue X-rays?

-They're fine.

So is there anything else you would like me to do?

I think you know exactly what I'd like you to do.

When I've finished with this, you can dress it for me.

-Because I'm a nurse now.

-You're my junior.

LEON WHIMPERS

I'm so sorry.

-It's OK.

-Danny. You cannot be here.

No, no, he found it for me.

The police are here to talk to you.

I won't say anything about you.

Then what are you going to say?

-We both know who's to blame for this.

-No!

You can't, cos they'll take him away and then they'll take me away.

This situation can't stay like it is. For both of our sakes.

Come on.

-My leg feels really weird.

-Because it's got local anaesthetic in it.

That was nice and clean. Now you've put your hands all over it. Clean it and dress it, please.

I'd appreciate it if you didn't talk to me like that.

It feels like something's stabbing me!

Will you stop touching it!

Are you sure nothing showed up on the soft tissue X-rays?

Yes, perfectly.

Ah! Aagh!

The CT scan showed a large clot inside the skull,

which expanded rapidly and put extreme pressure on the brain.

His BP dropped drastically

-and he had a cardiac arrest.

-That wasn't all down to him being stunned?

Well, we don't know what happened in the flat.

-Were there drugs in his system?

-No, tox screen was clear.

How did this all go so wrong?

I've just had Wesley's probation officer on the phone.

Wesley only got out of jail this morning.

Two months early for good behaviour. He completed rehab.

He mentored other prisoners...

Yvonne, it's a tragic situation. It's not your fault.

A reformed prisoner gets out of prison,

and before he has a chance to prove himself,

-the police cut him down.

-Oh, come on.

-But that's the public perception,

the story everyone wants to hear. Throw in the fact we stunned him

-and we've got a perfect storm.

-It will be OK, I promise.

-It will.

-No.

Yeah, I'll be with you. I've got to go. I'll come and find you.

Be careful, Nic.

-Sorry?

-Well, if Yvonne is involved in the inquiry into Wesley's death

and you're a witness, then this could all get very tricky.

I'm well aware of that, thank you.

I can handle the silent treatment. I can handle anything he throws at me.

But when it starts to compromise my work...

Understandably, he's finding it difficult.

Dylan finds everything difficult.

Deciding what he wants for lunch is an ordeal.

-What are you doing?

-The X-ray came back clear,

but I need to check to see if there's anything else in the wound.

-Like what?

-I don't know, Leon. You're the one saying it feels weird.

I've got other patients to deal with.

It's now affecting not just you, and not just me, but everyone.

You have to see it from his point of view.

I have tried. Honestly, I've tried,

but he's not making it easy for me.

Why should he? The man's in pain.

Has anyone seen...?

What are you doing?

-Wesley went into cardiac arrest shortly after you saw him.

-No...

We did everything we could to resuscitate him, Faith,

but unfortunately he died before we got him to theatre.

I know this must be a terrible shock.

Is there anyone you would like us to call for you, Faith?

Anyone you'd like to be here?

They killed him.

Well, until the post mortem's been carried out,

we can't know for sure what led to Wesley's death.

I can. He were fine.

And then I leave him five minutes with the police, and now this.

-I need to see him.

-The police are still with him.

I need to see him.

Sometimes a tiny bit of grit or something like that

can cause a lot of discomfort.

It feels like there's a blade in there.

Well, our senses can play tricks on us.

OK, I'll have a look.

You might want to look away.

It might get a bit bloody.

LEON WINCES

-Gosh.

-What is that?

A piece of glass from a photo frame.

The police are going to arrest him.

I could do with a drink.

You stay here, finish this off.

I'll get them in.

I'll let Danny know.

OK, we'll see you in an hour or so, then. Thank you.

-Someone from the child protection team is coming down.

-Then what?

Then they'll try and find you a foster placement.

You know this is the right thing, don't you?

It would have got infected, harmed his vasculature.

-He could have bled to death.

-Stop it, Dylan.

Why did you take this job?

You know what it's like to lose someone in resus?

Imagine what it's like to actually kill someone.

So in a moment of madness, you carefully filled out an application form,

sat through how many interview panels, four, five?

I had the world and his wife telling me to get back on the horse.

So I could prove to myself I was a good doctor.

The thought of going to some anonymous hospital

where no-one knew me... I couldn't do it.

I needed to feel safe.

So how do I fit into that?

You've...

you've always been a bit of a...safe harbour.

-When the chips are down.

-Dylan...

And when you're back up and running, well, I'm sort of redundant.

I have no excuses.

I'm not looking for excuses. I'm looking for the truth.

It wasn't my choice to stay.

Sorry?

The, uh...

army...

turned me down.

Just wait there. Just wait.

-She can't be here.

-Why?

-We have reports she was in a fight with him.

-That makes her a suspect. You have to keep her out of here.

-Where is he?

-Miss Portman, I'm so sorry for your loss.

-Calm down, please.

-Who are you?

Superintendent Yvonne Rippon.

Then how can you stand there and say that to me?

I want to assure you

that we will do everything we can to find out what happened to Wesley,

but right now, we can't release his body.

But you...

YOU are what happened to Wesley.

Faith! Come on. Come on.

Sorry.

PHONES RING, GENERAL CHATTER

Hmm?

Oh, I'm so sorry. I just...

Don't mind me.

Where's my... Where...?

You found it, then?

Yeah.

Either of your parents still alive?

No. They were both killed in a car accident

about three months after this photograph was taken.

I'm very sorry.

I feel like I've spent the whole of my life mourning them.

Do you think they would have wanted that?

Everyone has a right to a life.

Hmm...

I can't arrest his partner

until we have rock solid evidence she did this to him.

If we arrest her and have to bail her,

it'll make a bad situation worse.

So I have to bear the brunt?

I've recommended that you be station-bound during the enquiry.

-You're damned if you do. Damned if you don't.

-Gary...

Gary!

Yvonne!

Yvonne.

I'm sorry about earlier...

The borough commander's been on the phone.

-They need me to make a statement to the press.

-Right.

As they don't yet have all the details, they want me to reveal as little as possible.

For a start, they don't want me to reveal

-that Wesley had a stun deployed against him.

-Why?

Well, that will just add fuel to the fire

and chances are, it had nothing to do with his cause of death.

-Right.

-But we need the hospital trust to follow suit.

Think it's best we just stay transparent on this, Yvonne.

Nick, this isn't my decision.

Look, Yvonne, I really want to be able to support you...

OK. I understand.

-RADIO:

-'The 35-year-old, who was released from HMP Stonebridge...'

SAM SIGHS

'..Superintendent Yvonne Rippon, speaking about the death in custody of Wesley Royce.'

'I want to reassure everyone,

'especially the family of the deceased,

'that there will be a rigorous inquiry'

into all the circumstances

surrounding the death of Wesley Royce.

Will you be making an apology, then?

As I said before,

our thoughts are with the friends and family of Mr Royce.

-Thank you very much.

-Superintendent Rippon of Holby...

He seemed like a nice bloke,

perfectly fit and healthy

and then an hour later, he's dead.

It's a tough one.

He wanted me to make sure that his mum got custody of the kids.

-What?

-It was virtually the last thing he said.

What do I do with that?

Did he tell you why?

No. But then, we've both met his other half.

She's just lost her fiance.

So what do I do?

Well, you heard what the police said. There will be a full investigation

and if there are any issues in the family, then they'll deal with them.

Why don't you go home and have a good night's rest?

Thanks.

Testing levels, testing.

Um, what are you doing?

Telling the truth.

If you know the truth, you should talk to the police. Not this lot.

-What is this? Everyone closing ranks?

-Look...

Lay a hand on me...

This isn't what Wesley would have wanted.

Ready for you now, Faith.

-Can you tell us what the police are saying?

-Why was he arrested?

-Were you there, Faith?

-What happened?

At eight this morning,

my partner, Wesley Royce, was released from prison.

He arrived at our flat not long after.

At 11am, the police stormed in.

SHE SOBS, CAMERAS CLICK

At quarter to one, I was informed of Wesley's death.

Wesley was a good, good kind man.

He was looking forward to the rest of his life.

And now it's been cruelly snatched away from him

by the very people who are meant to protect us

and I want to know why. The whole community want to know why.

And we will not stop until we get answers.

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