#HolbyRiot - Part 1 Casualty

Everyone wants bobbies on the beat?

Not on the Somerview Estate, they don't.

-Come on, Yvonne, what can go wrong?

-Freedom.

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

Stun, stun, stun.

Why they ringing ahead?

Because the police are involved,

they zapped the bloke with a stun gun.

OK, time of death 12:23.

We'll do everything we can to find out what happened to Wesley,

but right now we can't release his body.

YOU are what happened to Wesley.

ANNOUNCER: An independent police complaints investigation

is under way into the death of Wesley Royce.

The 35-year-old father of two died in hospital

three days ago after he was stunned by police at his home

hours after being released from prison.

'Wesley was a 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.

'We will not stop until we get answers.

An online campaign calling for justice for Wesley Royce...

KNOCK ON DOOR

..has already attracted 10,000 supporters. We can now speak to Stephen Maynard...

Oh, Nylon.

Mum, sorry about Wesley.

I thought you didn't want to see me again.

Didn't mean it, babe. Course I didn't. You mean everything to me.

You and the girls. Shayla! Bailey! Your brother's here!

Nylon, Nylon!

All of us together again, eh?

Come upstairs, I want to show you something.

TV: ..looking forward to being a dad again.

'How are people in the community reacting?'

OPERA MUSIC PLAYS

There you go, ma'am. Everything will be fine, don't worry.

Yeah, absolutely.

I'd better give you a head start. Shall we say about five minutes?

-Better make it ten.

-All right.

It'll be fine, don't worry.

Thank you.

PHONE RINGS

Faith.

Yes, of course I'll be there tonight. I just...

I gave you my word. I'll be there by seven.

See you then. Promise.

That's pretty. Someone drop it?

It's mine. Well, Scarlett's. Going to give it to her later.

-You don't think it's too much?

-I think she'll love it. Ahem.

Hey, we'll be finished in half an hour. You still on for later?

Yep. Just got to see my mum and Sheila first. Told them I'd go to this vigil.

-What Wesley Royce's?

-Mmm.

-Didn't know you knew him.

I didn't. Isn't about that.

He wasn't out of prison five hours and he was dead.

We all know why. Police can't treat people like this.

Four times I've been stopped in the past two months.

You think they stop Charlie or Dylan?

-Maybe I should come, too?

-Yeah?

Yeah, might be nice to see your family, build a few bridges.

-You sure?

-Yeah. I'll see you later.

-£2.70, please.

-Oh, and these.

Down, please.

If you want to come in then you must put your hoods down.

-Will we see you later?

-Don't know. I'll try.

-These for the vigil?

-It's a protest.

-Take them from us. Our contribution.

-Oh thank you, Mehmet. Very kind.

-I need to go to the hospital.

-You're bleeding again?

There were spots last night.

-You said they were tiny.

-They were still spots.

We're not going to lose the baby. The doctor said it was fine.

I had a dream. A terrible thing is going to happen.

I...I can't close the shop again. Can't afford it.

We won't make the rent.

I'll go on my own. Call if I need you.

Allah kahretsin! You see what...?

Down with the hoods, please.

-Breathe in.

-Please.

And again.

SHE COUGHS

-How long have you been feeling like this?

-Um... A few days. A week.

You have a chest infection. If you'd left it any longer,

I would have admitted you. You should've seen your GP.

-That's what they're there for when you feel ill.

-I'm sorry, I've only just moved.

It's OK, Amber, it doesn't matter.

Go home, get someone to make a fuss of you. Is there anyone I can call?

He's working, he's busy. You know.

-I'm going to prescribe some antibiotics. You have any drug allergies?

-No.

You can pick these up from the pharmacy.

OK, I'll get them later. I haven't got my benefits form.

Or I could just get you some from the ED's supply, if that's all right with you, Doctor?

Oh no, I don't want to be any bother.

You need them for the proper patients.

It's no bother. You are a proper patient. Excuse me.

You really need to learn some manners, you know that?

Why don't we keep her in? She looks like she could use a square meal, a cup of tea at least.

It may have escaped your attention, but this is an emergency department.

It is not a GP's surgery. Or a hotel. She just needs some antibiotics.

Course, we can never be 100% sure there are no problems,

but you can't spend your whole pregnancy being anxious.

Like I said yesterday, it's not good for baby.

HEARTBEAT

Do you hear that?

That's a strong heartbeat.

I had a dream last night.

I know something terrible is going to happen. I can feel it.

We know you've had miscarriages. But they were at eight weeks.

You're 12 weeks now, there's a good strong heartbeat. The bleeding's stopped...

I want the injection, the anti-D. You said about it yesterday.

You only need that if you have heavy repeat bleeds and abdominal pains.

Why not wait to see the early pregnancy unit on Monday?

But my dream...

I'll have a word with Tom, see if we can monitor her for a couple of hours. Put her mind at rest.

-There you are.

-Thank you. I'll get out of your way.

Listen, you did right thing coming in to see us.

Just make sure you finish that course of tablets, yeah?

Look after yourself.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

JJ?

Mr Jordan.

Superintendent Rippon.

How'd it go?

They're not taking any prisoners.

-I'll see you back at the station.

-Yeah.

-Stay on Intel.

-No leaving the building.

-OK.

-Mr Jordan?

-Yes, that's me.

See that? How much people loved your dad?

The police are going to see how much they care.

-Want to put it down?

-He weren't my dad.

Only dad you'll ever know.

For your sisters. Go on.

These are Wesley Royce's toxicology reports and his blood tests, yes,

-we ran these when he was first assessed.

-And what did you find?

-Nothing.

No benzodiazepines, no opiates, no cocaine,

-no alcohol.

-The officer who stunned him described him as argumentative.

Slurring. Swaying. Intoxicated. You would disagree?

Well, the... er, postmortem will give a detailed analysis of what happened, but from our tests...

..I wouldn't say he was intoxicated, no.

-Thank you, you're free to leave.

-OK, thanks.

Superintendent Rippon?

You ain't never going to meet another man as decent as Wesley.

I've lost my partner. And these kids, they've lost their daddy.

They want answers. They want to know what happened.

They want justice for Wesley. Thank you.

What?

Maybe they shouldn't be here.

If you're going to be like this, maybe you shouldn't.

A united front, Nylon.

When did you do your public order training?

Couple of weeks ago.

Well, shouldn't be any trouble, but you never know with this lot.

-You can be the friendly face.

-Me?!

Lovely to see you.

I thought we'd scared you away. Lloyd is always talking about you.

-Scarlett said this. Scarlett said that. Scarlett is so funny.

-Oh, Mum!

Well, I'm surprised to see you.

Didn't really think this would be your thing.

Had you down as more of an email protester kind of girl.

-Sheila!

-What? Could be a compliment.

-Lord help us

-if you start insulting her.

-Like you don't insult my mates?

-Your mates are lazy work-shy drop-outs.

Not their fault they can't find jobs when there ain't any.

-"Aren't any jobs", Sheila. "Aren't."

-Exactly, that's what I'm saying.

Can you two do this another time?

Sorry.

Oh, my days. Clint Jackson.

Can't call him a drop-out. He's at university. Clint!

Easy, bruv.

You protesting as well, 239?

Just keeping an eye on things.

On behalf of...me and my colleagues I want to...

We want to offer our condolences.

Yeah? Let's see if you're sorry.

Let's see if that posh skinny cow turns up, like she promised.

All the indications showed that he was intoxicated. He was slurring.

Incoherent. He was a known drug addict.

We've all seen the medical reports and we know he wasn't intoxicated.

We know that now, we didn't know then.

Yes, of course my officer carried out a risk assessment. But Wesley Royce was holding a knife.

Sergeant Poulter had to act fast. He had to protect himself, his colleagues...

..I didn't give him authority to stun Wesley, but he did

what he thought was right. He thought Wesley was on crack.

CLOCK TICKS LOUDLY

I think that's all for now. Thank you.

You know how this works -

you're to have no contact with Mr Royce's family or friends.

But I told Faith Portman I would meet her tonight for the vigil.

I'll need to speak to her.

And I'm instructing you not to. We'll take care of that.

You said you'd have him till tomorrow.

Come on, cut me some slack. I had him all day today.

-Clint's only just got back.

-And he's more important, is he?

I ain't seen him in months. He's a mate.

Nico's your son.

Don't pull the waterworks.

I don't feel well, JJ. I haven't eaten for two days.

I haven't got any money.

It's all I got. Buy Nico some chips.

You see? That's what happens when you leave someone.

You have to do it on your own.

I swear down. Day Wesley died, police knew he was back.

Said they was going to bag a black man.

-What? Where'd you hear that?

-BBM and Twitter.

-Never saw that.

-What?

-It's a mobile phone thing. Messaging. Private.

The guy had to take it down. Didn't want the feds to find out he knew.

If Wesley wasn't black, this would never have happened.

Feds? This isn't America.

We want to know what happened. We want some answers.

-Oh, here come the drop-outs.

-Mum!

JJ, my man. Where you been hiding?

Good to see you, dude.

Yo, you back for long? Not been the same without you, bruv.

-Cleavage up above, not down below.

-Mrs A!

What you even doing here? > We don't like the police.

-You're the reason why Wesley is dead.

-What she's doing?

-We want answers now.

-You don't have to shout. I'm right here.

Move back. Please.

Sod you!

They shouldn't have done that. They really shouldn't have done that.

Sheila. Sheila. Sheila.

Get off me.

HUBBUB OF SHOUTS

How did it go?

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

They made it look like my officers were lying.

Like I couldn't control them. This is Rippon.

Can you request district PSUs to mobilise?

OK, well, keep me informed. I'm on my way back now.

-What's happened?

-There's been an incident.

PHONE RINGS AGAIN

Something I should know about?

Not everyone we arrest we arrest ends up in the ED.

Yvonne! Look, if your officer was a bit gung-ho,

I'm just saying perhaps he should hold his hands up.

I'm sorry, I thought I'd left the interrogation.

-Oh, come on.

-I expect support from you.

-Isn't that how this is supposed to work?

-I DO support you.

-Doesn't sound like it.

Sounds like you want me to find a scapegoat. We don't work like that in the police, we stick together.

What, even when someone's died?

The most important thing is the truth, surely?

Yvonne, I'm sorry...

I'm not saying that he killed him...

Oh, that's great.

No, your blood pressure is fine.

My wife, she had two miscarriages, and now we've got three kids.

Ella was born in this ED, look.

There's Evie, Mikey and there's Ella.

Why did you have your baby here? Did something go wrong?

The wife came in with a twisted ankle.

And then her waters broke during the X-ray.

They nipped her into resus, then ten minutes later out pops Ella. She licked my nose.

-It was the first thing she did.

-My friends. My old friends, they've all got their babies.

Moved on. Lost touch.

My husband says they're busy. But they're embarrassed.

Can't talk about their children in front of me.

This baby.

I have to protect it. You understand?

Yeah, of course. We all want to protect our kids.

So, you'll make sure I get the anti-D?

Do you want some?

No, Daddy didn't give you any tea, darling, all right. You eat it.

Love you, Mummy.

Love you too, Nico.

I'll look after you.

Please. Please. One little injection.

-I'm begging you.

-I'm sorry. We can't just...

We could though, couldn't we?

I mean, she's rhesus negative,

she's going to be getting the injection at 28 weeks anyway.

If it makes her feel less anxious - why not give it now?

Better for the baby.

There'll be a wait. I'll need to order it.

See you.

Thanks.

-RADIO: 'Mickey, from the Farm.

-The police can't do their job because they're scared...'

PEOPLE RUNNING >

-Come on, man, quick!

-It's kicking off.

'..get away with stuff because the police are scared they'll get sued...'

SIRENS

'But what if the people the police are arresting are innocent?

'I'm sorry, and no disrespect to the fellow's family, but there's no smoke without fire, right?

'People say this Wesley guy had changed. How do they know? He'd hardly been out for five minutes.

-'Weren't like he saw anyone, was it?

-Thanks, Mickey.

'If you want to have your say, tell us what you think...'

Mummy, Mummy!

'Eye witnesses report confrontations...'

Oh, no!

Just wait here, be a good boy.

'The struggle started after one teenage girl challenged...'

-'Emergency, which service?'

-Ambulance.

-'OK, connecting you now.'

-'Hello, can you tell us your name and location?'

-I... I can't...

-I can't breathe.

-'Can you tell us where you are?

'We'll get someone to you as soon as we can.

Mummy... Mummy?

Mummy, are you OK?

'Stay on the line, please, caller.'

Get these cuffs off me!

-This is unbelievable.

-She provoked them.

-By asking questions?

-By pushing them!

You're on the side of the police now?

Police brutality, that's what this is. I've got your number, 239!

She attacked a police officer.

There's nothing to her.

Oh, yeah, she's a right threat, ain't she?

-Just calm down, yeah?

-Where's your boss? She didn't even have the guts to phone me herself.

We're going home. They're upset, Mum.

Course they are, their dad's been murdered!

Susie's going to take 'em home. Me and you, we're not going nowhere.

I meant what I said. Wesley were a good man.

Tonight, it's important. It means something, Nylon.

You've always been a stubborn sod.

MOBILE PHONE BEEPS

-That girl they arrested? They're beating her up in the back of the van.

-Don't mean it's true.

-Why're you defending them? You weren't a second ago.

-People are getting wound up.

-How do we know she's being beaten up?

-How does anyone know she ain't?

Sheila! Come back here. Sheila!

-Hey, what you doing?

-Mind what you're doing!

Mum, I haven't got a good feeling about this. You should go.

Get your sister. I'm not going home without her. Sheila!

-Sheila.

-Get off!

-I'm not going to argue with you. We're going.

Listen, I'm 20 years old, you do not tell me what to do, and I'm staying and I'M protesting.

HUBBUB OF SHOUTING

MOBILE PHONES BUZZING

Feds want to shut us up, they going to hear us roar. Somerdale Place!

FIRECRACKER WHIZZES

EXPLOSION

POLICE OFFICER: ..under attack missiles, urgent assistance required.

Stay there, stay there!

Under attack, missiles. Urgent assistance required, repeat, urgent assistance required!

Officer down, urgent back-up required!

And where are those other PSUs? Get onto it.

Intel shows a surge in social media.

Allegations of police brutality at the vigil. Apparently we beat up a girl up in a van.

-There's a new hashtag - Holby Riot.

-What girl?

No-one laid a finger on her. But they're talking on BBM.

And we've got no access to it.

We need to calm things down. Stop agitators winding people up. Let them know we didn't touch her.

Four PSUs on route.

-OK, as soon as they get here, I'm going down.

-Absolutely not.

Clark?

I've been appointed silver commander. Control for the station's passed to me.

This is my station. My patch.

It's just a misunderstanding.

Yvonne, it's been declared a public disorder.

I know you think you'd be doing the right thing, but you can't get involved.

You know how this works.

I thought you should see this, guys.

-TV:

-'She's done nothing wrong! Police brutality, that's what it is.'

'Public disorder has broken out in Holby at the vigil

'for Wesley Royce, who died in hospital last week after

'police deployed a stun-gun against him...'

PHONE RINGS

I'll call Nick.

PHONE RINGS

-Charlie Fairhead.

-Hi, Nick, it's Zoe, will you call me back when you get this message.

Yes, OK, I understand.

Charlie Fairhead ED. We're on a major incident alert.

-A riot? How very charming(!)

-We'll be taking the rioters, and the police will go to St James's.

OK, well done. Thank you.

We'll obviously need to clear as many patients as possible.

-Yeah, I'm on it. Dylan?

-Yeah.

SIRENS

Excuse me... Daddy!

Daddy! Daddy!

Quick, let's go!

SIREN GETS NEARER

-Where is she, mate?

-Where's who?

-Where's your loo?

-It's through the back.

OK. All right, sweetheart. I'm Dixie, this is Jeff.

Can you tell me your name?

She's got a widespread urticarial rash.

OK, love, just stay nice and calm for me, all right?

She's hardly moving any air. She's had an allergic reaction.

-Giving her point five IM, yeah?

-Yeah.

N... Nic...

It's OK. We're going to get you in, all right.

-Here you are, princess. Just a scratch.

-All right, all right.

Here comes the good stuff.

Here you go, sweetheart, it's good for you, trust me. Good girl.

HUBBUB OF SHOUTING

We're trapped!

Sheila!

SIRENS APPROACH

Finally! Thank you.

Move back. Move back now.

Move, move.

Go, go, go, go!

'Control to 3006. Police have confirmed a major incident.

-'You're on divert. Over.'

-We need to take her to Holby, we're already en route.

Oh, my God.

Her SATS and BP are dropping, Dix. I'm going to have to give her some hydro-cortisone.

It's like bleedin' Beirut out here.

Can you drive round it?

No. No, I can't. What if I hit it? We've got oxygen canisters in the back.

We've got no choice, mate.

Just give me two minutes.

I need you to get a move on, mate, we've got company.

-Two seconds, two seconds.

-No, come on, sweetheart, you need to get a move on.

-Hang on.

Go, go!

Hold tight.

-Get out the way, get out the way. Come on!

-What now?

They're blocking off all the roads. Get out of the way.

Get out of the way. Jeffery!

Come on, what's going on? We got an ill patient who is going to die

if we don't get her to hospital.

Jeff, get back in the ambulance.

SIRENS APPROACH

-Cops! Pigs!

-You're lucky.

-All right, go, go!

-Going to have to take the long way.

-Sometimes, you really bloody scare me, do you know that?

-Yeah.

-They could have killed you then.

-Nine lives, babe.

-Hold tight.

-All right, we're going to get you in as quickly as we can, OK.

It might be a bit bumpy but we are on our way, so just hold tight.

OK. Good girl, you're doing really well.

OK, thank you. Major incident's been declared.

All right, I'm here, I'm here. How we doing discharging patients?

-Nearly there.

-Good.

-All right, I'll be through here, Zoe.

-OK.

Look, maybe if it quietens down later we'll be able to do it, but I'll give you a call, OK?

-What's going to happen?

-I'm so sorry.

-We nearly ready?

-Nearly, nearly.

TV: 'I'm standing on a balcony overlooking the scene.

'Originally, there were only half a dozen officers here as part of a low-key presence

'at the event. Suddenly out of nowhere, hordes of youths in hoods and bandanas

'appeared...'

-Scum, that's what you are.

-Scum!

Sheila! Sheila, here, here!

-Sheila, oh, thank heavens!

-This is crazy.

You'll go now, yeah?

What are you doing? We're not the people making trouble.

-Hold on to me.

-You're crushing, you're pushing us!

We ain't doing nothing.

-You're crushing us! Stop crushing!

-Scarlett!

-I can't see Lloyd. Lloyd!

-Scarlett!

-Sheila!

-Hold on to me, Mum.

-Sheila!

-Sheila!

-It's OK. I'll come back for them.

Move back! Move back!

-Get back!

-Move back!

-Hold the line!

Hold the line!

Hold the line!

-What we got?

-Found her collapsed in a toilet. We haven't got a name.

Um, it's Amber Lewis. She came in earlier on with a chest infection. She's 22.

This time it's severe anaphylaxis. We've given three of 0.5 adrenaline.

Amber, do you remember me, it's Dylan? This is Tess and Fletch. We're going to look after you.

On three. One, two, three, and over, one, two, three.

She's also had five of nebulised Salbutamol and IV fluids.

-I can't get her BP above 100 systolic.

-Any next of kin?

I think there was a boyfriend. I didn't get any details, obviously.

Can we get another 0.5 of adrenalin, please?

Found her 45 minutes ago.

What took you so long?

-Rioters had blocked the road.

-Let us know how she gets on, will you?

Catch you later, princess.

Yasmin, you can't come back. It's not safe.

I have to stay. Protect the shop.

BANGING ON DOORS

Please. Don't. Leave it. I'm begging you!

Shut up, man, get back.

Why are you doing this to me, why?

You don't have to do this.

Little thief! Give it to me!

-Scarlett, call me as soon as you can. All right?

-Mehmet?

-They're taking everything.

-Mehmet, you've got to leave them to it.

-My home is upstairs.

-I know, I'm sorry, mate.

-Disgusting!

-Mum! No, leave it, come back out!

-This is our shop! Our local shop!

-What's this have to do with protesting about Wesley? Nothing!

-Ah, shut up.

-I will whoop you. Y'hear me?

-Mum! Mum, what are you doing?

Nathan Freedland! I know your mother! I'll tell her! Then you will see what she will do!

I bet I know all your mothers! Look at you behaving like animals.

Hey, you. Get you.

My hip... Lord...

Call an ambulance.

-Keep still, don't move.

-Ambulance...

-It's dislocated.

-Edward Parade...

OK, Mum, we'll get you to the hospital,

She can't walk! Can't even stand!

Don't move, keep still.

-They're not letting any ambulances through.

-What?

Dixie! I need your help!

'..multiple reports of local businesses being looted.

'Police have confirmed additional officers from neighbouring forces

'have been deployed to the area.

'It happened as people gathered at a vigil for Wesley Royce.

'Organisers had originally called for a peaceful event to remember

'the 35-year-old father of two who died in hospital three days ago

'after being stunned by police following his release from prison.

'You ain't ever going to meet

'another man as decent as Wesley.

'I've lost my partner

'and these kids, they've lost their daddy.

'They want answers, they want to know what happened,

'they want justice for Wesley.

'Wesley Royce's partner speaking...'

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Keep it switched off, please, Noel.

Nick Jordan. What have we got?

-Take him through to resus, please. ASAP, guys.

-How's he gone in? I was here first.

-Because he's higher priority.

-Please, now, if you can all just sit back down.

I was here first.

There's no need to push me, mate.

Oi, oi, either you start treating my mate here with a bit more respect

or I will personally help you hitch a ride to another hospital.

Do I make myself clear?

Good. Now go over there and wait your turn.

I saw it all kicking off on the telly,

-I thought I'd better come and give you a hand, all right.

-Yeah, cheers, mate.

Wait. Wait! Stitch.

Did you see the police? They're disgusting!

Look at that!

Don't let me stop you. Help yourselves.

Come on, what, you scared?

JJ, new trainers for your little boy, man. Early Christmas present.

-What're you...? That's stealing.

-I call it redistribution.

We're going to give some to the homeless. They always need a new pair of trainers. You're owed some, too.

I don't think so.

Size seven, right? Look, you're a nurse.

It's not like you get paid that much, anyway. Think of it as a tax rebate.

I couldn't...

Look, of course you could. No one'll know. Plus the shop's insured.

They'll claim back way more than they lose. It's the way it works.

You know that, right?

Take them, man.

What the hell are you lot doing? A man died.

When did it all become about looting trainers?

Shut up, man.

Remember what we came out for. Scarlett?

£80 for a pair of trainers that some kid probably gets about 40 pence to make.

You say that we're the ones that are stealing?

Thought this'd be your thing.

Should we go after her?

Nah, she'll be fine.

Where are they? Where's the trainers.

It ain't right, Mum.

What's wrong with you? That was an opportunity, Nylon.

You said tonight was important. That it meant something.

So? And?

The ambulance can't get to us. We're going to carry you to the paramedics. They can take us in.

I just need you to hang on to these poles, OK?

-What about Sheila?

-She can look after herself.

She can't even make her own bed.

I'm sure she will be fine.

Grab a shoe, right, you ready?

On my count - one, two, three.

We need an ITU anaesthetist down here ASAP.

Tess, can you prepare 100 of ketamine and sux, please.

-I'm going to do an RSI.

-She got all this from eating a nut?

They're at an arrest on the medical unit.

OK, she's lost her airway. Forget that, Tess, please.

-Difficult intubation trolley, please.

-Cric pressure, please, Fletch?

-Yep.

The whole oropharynx is inflamed.

I can barely even make out the vocal cords. The bougie, please,

I can't make out any of the anatomy at all.

OK, that's no good. Let's try an LMA.

LMA? What's an LMA?

Laryngeal mask. Bottom drawer, on the trolley. Yeah, that's it.

You need to lubricate it.

Come on, Amber, hang on in there, for me.

-You look like a fighter, you're a fighter, aren't you?

-Here.

She's desaturating.

OK, this is no good. I'm going to have to do a trachy.

Can I have a scalpel, please, Tess?

Thank you. Can you take that for me?

You all right? Let me take a look at you.

What's happened?

I got trapped. I just wanted to get home, but the police...

Kept hitting me with the baton.

The police did this to you?

OK, we need to get you to hospital, come on.

-It's OK.

-Really?

-I've got to go.

Thanks.

Can you believe that? What is he, 14, 15? And the police have attacked him?

MOBILE PHONE CHIMES

Feds go on about gang culture. They're the biggest gang going.

We came out tonight to protest, right?

So, that's what we're going to do. Justice for Wesley.

It's time to get answers, man. HO3 1DF.

Run, police. Feds!

Get after them! Down there, go on!

Get out of the way!

-Come here, quick, now.

-Police, stop!

We found this, sir.

Ah, bingo. We're into the BBM network.

Rioters are dispersing.

The streets around Somerdale Place are clearing.

Same message. "Justice for Wesley HO3 1DF."

That's our postcode.

And a new hashtag - "PC Dead Man".

They know I stunned Wesley. They're coming here.

Bronze one and Bronze two, withdraw all units to

Holby Police Station immediately.

I want every level two officer in PSU dress outside. Immediately!

No-one is going to get anywhere near you.

Request all forces within a 50-mile radius to send officers.

OK, put up a map of our zones here.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

'Faith. It's Yvonne Rippon.'

You were meant to meet me.

-'You made me a promise.'

-I know.

'I'm sorry.'

I bet you are.

Look, this is getting out of control.

'If we could just talk. Please.'

Please, Faith.

I'm with my kids at Somerdale Place. I'll meet you here.

Somerdale Place?

-Or you going to let me down again?

-'No.'

No, I'll see you there.

I want to get seen!

Watch your backs, coming through!

-This is Florence. She's had a fall.

-She was pushed.

Sweetheart...please.

-Dislocated her right hip, she has had entonox and ten of morphine.

-She has AF. She's on warfarin.

Right, OK, let's get her through to cubicles and get an X-ray on that hip.

Find your sister.

Scarlett will look after her. I'm not leaving you on your own.

-Before you go anywhere, let's take a look at that head.

-I'm fine, doesn't matter.

Come on. Make an old man happy. Lloyd, come on.

Where is Scarlett?

Don't know. Can't get hold of her.

She was hypoxic too long. Her pulse is dropping.

She's bradying down. Give her another 0.1 of adrenaline, please.

-Airway pressures are too high, she is not oxygenating.

-I've lost her pulse.

-OK, start ALS!

Chest compressions, please, Fletch. Hard and fast!

'You have to have surgery!'

The longer you wait, the more likely you'll need a replacement!

You're not a parent, how would you understand? Try her again.

Pulled a few strings. We can get you into theatre in a few minutes.

-Straight to voicemail.

-No. I'm not being put to sleep till my daughter's by my side.

I'm sure she'd want to see you treated, Mrs Asike.

She's gone into fast AF.

OK, keep nice and calm for me. Let's get her to resus.

Look, don't you worry, mate, we're just going to keep her monitored.

-Do some venous gases, check her electrolytes.

-You hear what the doctor said, Mum?

Keep calm, no winding yourself up.

Zoe, this is Florence Asike. She is just going into fast AF.

Thanks, Tom.

Tess, let's get another milligram of adrenalin. IV. We keep going, OK?

OK, take a breather, Fletch.

Can we get a screen over here, please?

-Is there a nurse free?

-Fletch, you go, we've got it here.

Try to relax, Mum.

She's OK, yeah?

Better.

I'll be back in a minute.

I got it.

Fresh energy, man. Come on.

OK, around the front of the station, now. Quick, move. Quick! Move!

SHOUTING

-C'mon.

-You and me.

Up front? You joking?

-I'll look after you. What's wrong, you scared?

-No.

Form a line. Officers, form a line!

Word of advice. Don't let 'em see you're scared.

-They're animals, the lot of them.

-Come on then. Come on!

Visors!

Mummy!

OK, we need to think about stopping. How long's it been?

29-30 minutes.

Is everyone agreed?

Time of death, 22.40.

No.

You can put my hip back in.

You OK?

What do you think?

No, I'm not OK. I'm a very bloody long way from OK.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

SHE SIGHS

THEY CHANT

PC Dead Man!

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Skinny bitch.

'This is Faith, I'm not here right now, so, you know what to do.'

PHONE BEEPS

Right, Florence, we are going to transfer you to Orthopaedics now.

Get you away from all this chaos. All right, Tash.

-Yeah.

-You OK? She OK? How's her hip?

Where've you been? I've been calling you!

Battery died straight after I got your message.

Are you all right?

Thank the Lord! Thought you'd got caught up in the robbing.

Is that what do you think of me?

Shame on you. I been brought up with more respect than that.

She needs an operation. Get her hip put back.

They're taking her upstairs now.

Look, why don't I go up with her?

You can stay down here. Do your nursey thing.

We'll be all right won't we, Mum?

So, where's Scarlett?

I don't know. She's still out there.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Lloyd, Lloyd, you've gotta get down here!

We're just outside the police station.

What? I can't hear you. I'm staying here!

The atmosphere's amazing. It's like we're really fighting for something.

-Come down.

-When do we want it?

-Now!

What do we want?

-Justice for Wesley! When do we want it?

-Now!

What do we want? Justice for Wesley!

When do we want it? Now! What do we want?

Justice for Wesley! When do we want it? Now!

What do we want...

CHEERING

We need at least four more boxes of burn gels, please.

Thank you. As soon as you can.

'But I want to reassure everybody,

'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...

-KNOCK ON DOOR

Yeah.

Police to see you, Mr J. It's Chief Inspector Dean.

All right.

Hey! You're Faith Portman's son? Yvonne Rippon. Holby Police.

No, wait, wait! I just want to talk to you!

Wait!

CLATTERING AND BANGING

BANGING

HE CRIES IN PAIN

Nylon!

Nylon.

Argh!

Nylon!

PANTING

HE SHRIEKS

HE GASPS FOR BREATH

BANGS CONTINUE OUTSIDE

HUBBUB OF SHOUTING

We want justice, get him out!

Stop pushing. We're here to protest! Get him out!

Don't you push me. Get him out.

Stop pushing me!

There's no need for that.

Leave him alone!

Oi, you lot, back in your cage!

Back in your cage? You racist!

Racist!

CHEERING

SCREAMS

CHEERS DIE DOWN

Scarlett!

Red!

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