(TV: Theme music for Paddington Bear)
One day Mr Gruber took Paddington on an outing.
- Off. - Can't I see the end of this?
You know the rules. Homework comes first.
Why do you always give me a hard time about homework?
Well, you're just lucky, I guess. Now, don't stay up too late, OK?
Oh, looks like new neighbours.
"But mid-month will see a change in your circumstances."
"Friends will seem more understanding." (Laughs smugly)
Go on, Duffy. I'm all ears.
"And your love life could contain some pleasant surprises."
No. No, thanks. No more surprises.
Duffy, if it itches, scratch it.
- Did I say anything about Caroline? - No.
- Can I go out and see? - After your homework.
Maybe they've got kids. I could just say hello then come back.
Marcus should be home by now.
Football practice tonight.
(Whistling tune)
Oh, Mr Plimmer! Mr Plimmer! Hello, Mrs Straker.
- I'm not holding you up, am l? - No, no.
- I just wanted to have a word. - Speak.
Mr Plimmer... But not to hold you up.
Look, why don't you come and see me in my office before the shift tomorrow?
- Oh. You're not here tonight? - He doesn't work day and night.
I'm giving Mrs Straker a lift. She has an urgent appointment.
- Well, I won't hold you up. - Just look at the time.
Bye.
What d'you reckon? I'm gonna be late for work at this rate.
- You on nights? - Yeah, all this week.
Matthew, come here.
Blimey.
What will they think of next?
- Hey, police, dozens of them. - Quick, out back.
It's all yours, pal. Let's go.
First five up there.
Right, follow me!
I'm gonna call in sick. I can't leave the kids alone.
It'll all be over before dark.
The kids can come in with me. Janet'll look after them, watch telly.
- Marcus isn't home from school yet. - Shirl, I'll keep an eye out for him.
Come on, Marcus, pass the ball.
And again.
Over, over.
Over.
- Hey, look. - Beasts.
- Come on. - Wonder what they're after.
You, man. You.
You, Marcus.
What are they doing?
Spot of bother?
Sorry.
(Coughs)
(Engine starts)
(* Classical music on car radio)
(Music off)
Could you get out of the car, please, sir?
There's been a bit of bother. We've sealed off the area.
Not another awful riot?
People round here are their own worst enemy half the time.
- Are you here on business, sir? - Yes, indeed.
I'm in the property business. I've just been looking at some premises.
Could you open the boot, please, sir?
We're doing renovation work, a project sponsored by the city council.
An attempt to clean the area up. You know the sort of thing?
Well, it could certainly do with it.
Turn right at the next corner, sir, back to the main road.
Thank you very much, Officer.
(* Classical music resumes)
- Hector, what's this, man? - Give him a chance.
Don't worry.
Hector, this took my 50 pence.
- I'll get somebody. - Leave him, Jimmy.
I'm sorry, my love. You can't go through here.
- I'm late for work. - No one in, no one out.
- We've got our instructions. - I've got a job to go to.
- Bit early yet for business. - What do you mean?
- What's going on? - I'm trying to get to work.
Listen, love, be a good girl and stay indoors until it's all over, OK?
You've got no right to do this.
- Where do you work? - Up and down Market Street.
I'm an ambulance driver. I need to get to Holby Central.
I see. Got some identification you could show me?
Yes.
All right. Let her through.
(* Reggae)
(Groaning)
(Hissing)
Right, lads. Let's see what you've got in your pockets, shall we?
- (Horn blares) - Look at this maniac.
What's he up to? Look at him.
- Bloody idiot. - (Horn blares)
(* Gentle classical)
Agh! He's hurting me.
- Think about something else. - I should have a proper doctor to do it.
- Not some dumb coon. - It's only a sprain.
He doesn't know what he's doing.
Not bad.
Keep the weight off it for a few days.
How?
Try sitting at a table instead of standing at the bar.
- Right, I'll just... - (Vomits)
- ..leave you to it. - Thank you.
Charlie, Ambulance Control want a medical team on standby.
- I thought City were playing away. - They were at home, and they won.
- What was the score? - 2-1 .
I'm sorry, but this is a casualty department.
- I'm gonna kill myself. - No, no, it would be very silly.
- I can't live without her. - Maybe that's how you feel now.
But, believe me, in a little while,
another dog will come along
and you will care for her as much as you did for Sheba. OK?
All that I'm saying is when the police... sorry... are planning to have a riot,
I wish they'd give us a little bit more notice.
The police don't plan these things, Charlie.
You're having a joke. There's not enough dope for a spliff.
- Why don't you leave him alone? - What are you doing?
This is police persecution.
Jim! Jim!
This man has committed an offence
and will be charged accordingly.
Take him away.
It's wrong, man! You can't do that!
I'm advising you all not to interfere.
That's the official line, but you're kind of hoping nobody understands.
(Shouting)
Marcus, what's going on?
- What are they doing? - Beasts, taking people away.
(Siren)
- They've got your brother. - I'll kill them. I'll kill them!
Come on, Marcus.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
The police want a medical team on standby.
There's trouble brewing with the black community.
- I'll go. That'll confuse them. - I don't want anybody's opinion.
- That's good coming from you. - I give up.
If we are called, Dr Tomlinson and myself will go.
That leaves Duffy in charge.
The orthopaedic SHO has agreed to cover for Mary.
In the meantime, let's clear the decks as much as possible.
That means beds for the head injury in one
and the old boy in four.
Why do you always look at me when you need beds?
Because I rely on your charm, Megan.
Try not to worry, eh, love?
Probably half a dozen kids yelling abuse at a couple of coppers.
If there was gonna be any real trouble,
they'd have called a major alert.
- It's just a precaution. - Marcus wasn't home when I left.
You've got a couple of sensible kids.
I'll tell you what, we'll call in.
They can make us a cup of tea.
Right, once you've got your tablets, you can go home. OK?
Your prayers have been answered.
- What prayer? - A night out with yours truly.
- How many casualties? - One DOA.
- One DOA? - Control has no clear picture as yet.
But the boys in blue are out with their riot shields.
- Why do they do it, eh? - What? Who?
These people run riot, causing havoc
and then we have to pick up the pieces.
That's what we're here for. We can't judge till we get there.
I'm not judging anyone, Charlie. I'm just stating facts.
(Plastic clatters on floor)
- Watch out for the dragon, eh? - Yeah.
- Paul. Paul. - Marcus!
- Alan! - Marcus!
- Alan! - See him?
- No. - What we gonna do?
There's gonna be trouble. He's gonna be in it.
- Let's try round the back. - Wait a minute.
We getting the cops or rioters?
I don't know yet. Ambulance Control'll be letting me know.
- It's going to her head. - What is?
- The power. - She just has a lot to sort out, that's all.
- She's not used to responsibility. - Hm.
Should be you. You're the one with the experience.
No, it should not. Don't start stirring things up.
I'm an SEN and that's all I want to be. Anyway, I thought you were mates.
- We were. - Don't make it any harder for her.
Ah, Kuba. What about the old man in two, the ankle?
He should be here to take the helm.
- What are you talking about? - Mr Plimmer.
He works all hours as it is.
- But, Megan, it is an emergency. - Backup, that's all they asked for.
Let's wait and see.
- Can we shift that ankle? - OK, OK.
- Cheer up. It might never happen. - Yeah.
- Yeah. How are we doing? - Cubicles checked and stocked.
Right, thanks. Old lady in obs. I've got a bed for her in Logan.
- I'm on my way. - Wait a minute.
Have you all the information you require?
- Old girl, obs, destination Logan. - If there are two old ladies?
- I'll toss a coin. - Great.
Montrez-moi votre permis de conduire, monsieur.
- So, Vance... - Voici le ambulance.
Right, then.
- Who's in charge? - Er, we're a collective.
- Oh, very humorous. - I'm Dr Mary Tomlinson.
Glad to meet you, Doctor. This way, please.
She could take my pulse any time she liked.
Keep your head down, son, or your wish could come true.
Listen to Granny.
If it becomes necessary to move forward,
you'll go in with an escort, probably the transit van.
- Meanwhile, you stay here. - Right.
Hang on. Someone's got their wires crossed.
We were told one fatality already, plus other casualties.
That's why we're here. And you want us to sit in the ambulance?
Give 'em a good smack before they do the same to you.
You're a real thinking man, Carter. Regular philosopher.
- At least I'm not soft. - Only in the head.
Oi, give it a rest. Some of us are trying to get some kip in here.
Bonjour, docteur. Comment allez-vous?
- So, there are no casualties? - Not yet.
One old fellow with a heart attack, but there is going to be trouble.
Full backup for one heart attack?
What does my understaffed department do while we're twiddling our thumbs?
It's a volatile situation we're dealing with, Charge Nurse.
I think it's best to be prepared. Excuse me.
I haven't cooked like this since Louise, my daughter, was at home.
Smells wonderful.
I cook a mean steak and kidney pie.
(* Mellow jazz plays)
- Looking at my beautiful view? - It's lovely.
All those police we saw on the way here.
Must be some kind of trouble brewing.
But not your trouble, Ewart. Not tonight.
Come on, lads. Come on.
Four hours. Can you give me one good reason why you're still here?
- Can you? - This is harassment, man.
When the situation returns to normal,
police presence will be withdrawn.
It's so many police being here that makes it not normal.
When you go, then things'll be normal again.
We have warrants to search premises.
You've done that already two hours ago.
You know offences have been committed.
Those offenders are still here in the area.
I don't know that. You telling me that.
Those drug pushers gone long time,
and you've searched everybody.
- When we complete our enquiries... - When?
You swamp the place with police. What you got to show for it?
You could get higher on gin than the dope you've seized.
It's my job to enforce the law.
The possession of drugs, including cannabis, is against the law.
When you want it to be.
If you want to find some cocaine, check all them hills over there.
Trendy flats where they have cash is where they snort coke.
People here have kids to feed.
Somebody round here's got heroin to sell.
Smoke?
- How much longer's this going on? - Hard to say.
- What are they doing? - Raiding premises, basically.
Looking for drugs, stolen goods.
Thought it was in, out, and home for Match Of The Day.
Sometimes it's necessary to do more than that.
Lean on local youth till they bite back?
We're not into provocation, if that's what you're suggesting.
Not suggesting anything.
I don't think your brass hat'd insist on us being here
unless he's expecting trouble.
- In the end, they will have to go away. - So we sit here and do nothing?
- Exactly, little brother. - Don't little brother me!
Denny, I know you don't give a blood clot for nobody,
and I know you for what you is, a peddler of debt.
A peddler of smack to little children. You has caused all this!
Yeah? And I know you for what you is, rasta man!
Some community leader. You let the beasts walk all over you.
Oh, please, Mr Officer, sir, kick me again. You love it!
Know why they're out there? Because they want blood!
You know what your trouble is, Vance? You're out of touch, man.
- You know what's developing... - Look out.
Geary's on his soapbox.
12 letters. "Girl's uncontrolled anger is a beastly affliction."
You think you're at war with everybody who lives here.
All coppers are racists. I've got nothing against Black people.
But if they live in this country, they've gotta live like we do, abide by our laws.
There's a couple of points you could straighten out.
I was born in this country, grew up in the city.
I obey the law, pay my taxes, treat people with courtesy, help the neighbours.
That was what you were talking about?
When I tried to get to work tonight,
your colleagues automatically assumed I was a whore.
I'm sure it was a misunderstanding.
I think you've got to keep things in perspective.
Some of the lads, yes, they can go a bit far.
But the policy of the force towards the black community is clear.
So what exactly is that policy?
It's clearly laid down. They've got committees.
One of the senior officers, love, will quote you chapter and verse.
My mother was a great one for chapter and verse.
She brought us up on the Bible. In there somewhere there's a bit that goes,
"By what people do, so shall ye know them."
- It'll end in tears. - I doubt it.
She's just a bit uptight tonight, that's all. Worried about her son.
Wondering if he got home OK.
- Paul. Paul. - (Man) It's out of order.
It's out of order. You could have said something, Denny.
- What, man? - Easy.
Nice, nice, nice.
- What you looking at? - Looking for my mate.
You're Marcus, innit? Yeah, I seen you around.
Come on, little brother. Lend a hand.
I gotta go. I don't wanna get in no trouble.
You are in trouble. Looked in the mirror lately?
Seen the colour of your skin?
- (Man) That's one of them. - Easy.
(Running footsteps, dog barking)
(Footsteps fade)
Safe.
Them want blood, them got it.
What's going on in there? Have you seen my boys?
Jimmy was here. I don't know what's happening.
I'm gonna give them such a hiding when I get them home.
As soon as you see them... Police are everywhere.
I told them to stay in the house.
It's ridiculous. Someone'll end up getting hurt.
I'll be doing the hurting.
Dr Bracken's in cubicle three. She's waiting for these.
- So, how you doing? - Not bad.
Look, don't lose your sense of humour.
- What's that supposed to mean? - You're a bit tetchy.
- And you want to help me? - We all do.
Fine. Begin by not patronising me.
Then look at the kid in cubicle five.
She could do with a bit of your motherly TLC.
- Brandy? - I'd love some.
(* Satie piano piece)
You like it?
- Not much. - Oh.
I don't know much about modern art.
It's by a guy named Sprakes.
I discovered him.
Where did you collect all this stuff?
- I had a gallery. - You did?
Seven years.
It was some time ago.
- Couldn't sell much of it? - (Laughs)
I kept a few favourites.
I'd never have guessed.
You know what?
You're amazing.
I feel vaguely foolish.
You don't look it.
We could spend all night discussing my hang-ups.
That would be foolish.
Ewart...
(Police chattering)
(Voices on police radio)
(Woman on radio ) He's described as 25 years of age,
approximately five feet six inches
wearing a white grubby T-shirt and brown shoes.
(Baby crying)
(Faint police siren wailing)
The police can't expect us to wait here all night.
You should tell them that.
I don't wanna be living next door to pimps and pushers. Would you?
The police treat us like potential criminals.
That produces a reaction, especially in young men.
They end up feeling permanently angry.
- It all turned into a vicious circle. - Must be very difficult for you.
Wondering what your son's up to.
Marcus? He's old enough to take care of himself.
- (Explosion) - Shirley...
You can't do anything more. Come on!
- Have you seen my boys? - They were in the cafÃ©.
I'll get them! I didn't bring them up to fight in the street with no policemen!
(Woman giving instructions on police radio)
- Here we go. - Mother, is it worth it?
(Siren wails)
(Rioters chanting)
No!
(Yells)
Amy! Vance!
Hang on!
(Rioters shouting and chanting)
Oi. What about my thumb?
- You'll be seen as soon as possible. - When, sunshine?
- I've been here over an hour. - We've got problems tonight. Be patient.
I know. I seen the boys in blue at it on me way here.
- You know what I said to 'em? - Can't imagine.
"Give 'em a good hiding, lads," I said. "A thumping good hiding."
- You haven't got a hammer? - Yes. Why?
To break his other thumb.
Let's go.
What the hell's he doing? Strewth!
Somebody, please.
Shirley, are you all right? Jesus!
Here!
(Charlie) We got a bad head injury here. Can you hear me, love?
Can you hear me?
Can I have a torch, please? Thanks.
Somebody round here needs attention.
- Where's that torch? - Here you go.
- Stay there, mate. I'll be right with you. - That's it.
I've got the obs ward clear and you wanna fill it up with drunks.
One kid.
- One homeless, hopeless kid. - This is not the Sally Army.
We've got an RTA on the way with, I don't know, half a dozen casualties.
And Dr Bracken says she's off home.
Now, will you just do what I ask?
No. If you want to throw that kid out onto the street, then you do it.
- I'm just gonna lift your head. - You're doing fine. You all right?
Leave the torch, please.
- Thought you'd seen the last of me, eh? - Too bleeding right.
- Where does it hurt? - Leg. Can't move it.
- I'm just gonna take a look. - Agh!
- Is it broken? - Yeah. It looks very much like it.
- Have you got any other pain? - Everywhere.
- What do you remember? - What do I remember?
Shirley, Entonox.
All right. Just don't move that leg. We'll get you out as fast as we can.
- Yeah. - Fire brigade's been held up.
- But I think we can cope. - I think we can.
Take a few whiffs. Should make you feel a bit more comfortable.
- There we are. Get hold of that. - Nice fella.
- All part of the service. - (Explosion)
Right, now, Jules. Time to go home.
Eh, come on, now. Don't be silly. So you've had a few drinks.
Tomorrow you'll probably have an headache, but you're fit to go.
I'm gonna kill myself.
Seems a bit drastic, just for a hangover.
It's what I'll do if you kick me out.
I see.
How about if I try and get in touch with your mum and dad?
- Eh? - I'm an orphan.
It says here you live in Larchwood Road.
Who do you live with, then?
- Why don't you just naff off? - OK, Jules. OK.
Is everything all right back there?
Put this round your neck. Make you feel nice and comfortable.
- Shirley, couple of blankets! - All right.
Could somebody move this van?
(Sirens wail)
What are you looking at?
There's a fire.
- Big? - Getting bigger.
(Sighs)
I ought to ring in.
It's crazy, isn't it?
Three months ago you'd have been happy to see me shot at dawn.
No.
- I never hated you that much. - No?
No.
Kneecapping would have satisfied me.
What made you change your mind?
Oh, I don't know. I've never been one for rigorous self-analysis.
Me neither. But I'd still like to know.
I think it was that night I spent in casualty.
That's when I fell for you.
The white coat?
Yes.
Well...
I detested you at first.
I know you did.
Now I can't remember when I felt so good.
Nor can I.
Maybe we should celebrate.
What, again?
ETA for the first arrivals is about five minutes.
We're getting police and protestors, as it's an RTA.
OK.
Look, Megan, I'm sorry.
You were quite right about that kid. We can't... I can't just throw her out.
I'm gonna contact the duty social work team. What do you think?
- Up to you, Duffy. You are in charge. - I just wanna do everything right.
I'm scared I'll make a mess of things.
It all seems so easy when Charlie's here.
You have run the department before.
Not with stuff like this going on,
the waiting, not knowing what's gonna come through that door next.
- Have you contacted Ewart? - Well, no. Do you think I should?
An RTA in the middle of a riot? He'd want to be bleeped.
I should have done it as soon as I knew there were casualties.
- It's OK. We have time. - It's not my night, is it?
No. On the other hand,
Ted just told me the whole front of the taxi is totally battered in.
So, it's not my night, either, OK?
- You're doing fine, mate. Well done. - Ready to get this van moved?
- Nearly there. - Come and look at the driver's leg.
Move the van, then we can get him out and have a proper look.
He should be looked at first. Those bastards did this.
- You drove into them deliberately! - Just let it be, OK?
There's nothing for you to do. Go home.
- Your mate is being looked after. - He won't die of a broken leg.
This is a man losing lots of blood.
Now just clear off, will you, and let me get on with my job.
- Hold still. - Hold still, mate.
Could you just keep on bleeping him? This is an emergency.
Thank you.
(Bleeping)
(Man) OK, then. Yeah, back you come.
Come on, come on. Keep going.
Nice and easy. That's it.
- That'll do. - You're gonna be all right.
- Second ambulance has arrived. - About time.
- We'll take the woman and man. - Tell Mary to look at this leg.
Oi, White man, when are they gonna take my friend?
- Next ambulance. - Why can't he go with them?
- Full up. - What, with beasts?
He's bust his ankle, but he's OK.
Yeah, yeah.
- She gonna make it? - I hope so, but she's in a bad way.
Babylon wreaks destruction on Jah child.
Just hang on, Vance, and try and keep calm.
Babylon!
Right. What happened to your friend?
- I don't know. He went off. - Nice friend.
(Explosion)
Give me some information. Exactly what's happened?
- Give me some information... - I can't answer your questions.
- Can we get a doctor? - (Susie) Ask the police about that.
Just relax. Just relax. Good girl.
All right, Shirley.
Easy does it.
- OK. You're all right, love. - There we go, mate.
Soon have you inside.
- Oh, Shirley, how did it all happen? - It happened. What else is there to say?
Where the hell is Plimmer? He must have got out of bed by now.
Perhaps he's unobtainable.
- Kuba, where is he? - My lips are sealed.
This is an emergency. Tell me.
- Help ferry patients to X-ray. - On my way.
- Kuba! - What's he so enthusiastic about?
- He knows where Plimmer is. - In bed, if he has any sense.
Which of these policeman is a friend of the driver?
- Him, I think. - You don't have to shove.
- I'm trying to help you. - No need to push me around.
Cyril. Cyril, it's OK. Follow me, please.
Just come with me. Sorry to keep you waiting.
- What's that guy's name? - It doesn't matter.
I do apologise. It's very busy.
- Let me see if this cubicle is free. - Hello there.
- I thought you'd been taken prisoner. - So did I.
- Sorry. - So, what happened exactly?
Uh, a disturbance?
- Yeah. But what happened? - I don't know exactly.
The coppers were trying to nick some drug dealers,
only they couldn't separate them from solid citizens.
- Yep. Sounds familiar. - How's things here?
Not so bad, you know. All right.
- What are my instructions? - Hot, sweet tea, then number four.
You see? I'm a foreigner here myself.
I know what the prejudice can be like.
People can be very unpleasant.
But... But you are lucky.
You know why? The British police force is the best in the world,
and they carry no guns.
If you were in America, or somewhere else for that matter,
you would be dead, shot through the head.
That's what happens to rioters.
But here in Britain, you have just a few bruises and a broken ankle.
- Who's your friend? - OK?
We're gonna take you up to theatre now, Amy. Thanks.
- Excuse me. - What's gonna happen to Amy?
She's got a fighting chance. Breathe in, please.
And out.
Right.
- Got a fag? - They're bad for you.
Government says so on every packet.
We'll be going up to X-ray next, OK?
- You take care, girl. - You take care, too.
And get well quick, rasta man, cos you're needed, you hear?
Is Amy gonna make it?
Extradural haematoma.
The neurosurgical registrar's not very optimistic.
She was just out looking for her kids. She gives them hell if they get in trouble.
- How old are they? - The youngest boy must be about 25.
I don't know about the fire,
but we've got a waiting area full of relatives, reporters, police.
We could certainly do with some help on that front.
Seeing the fire made me think I'd better call in.
My radio pager must be broken. It's the only explanation.
Look, Charlie, I'll be in right away. OK.
- The side of the taxi's battered in. - I tried to stop them.
- They just barged through. - Oi.
Oi. What do you think you're doing?
Looking for the beast that drove the van.
- Let's just get out of here, Jimmy. - Look. I don't want to thump you. Move!
- You the driver? - Yes.
Our mother died in the operating theatre.
- I'm really sorry... - You killed her.
- You'll be more than sorry. - We're not running a fairground.
I treated your mother. We did the best we could.
I'm now trying to treat this man. You can't just come barging in.
- I don't care how upset you are. - How are you gonna stop me?
- Move! - Listen. Listen, man.
I know what you're going through, but this, you ain't gonna win.
No way. No chance.
He's right. She's my mother too.
I know exactly how you're feeling. Let's get out of here.
If this officer was in some way responsible, the law will deal with him.
You reckon? The law will cover its own arse, Doctor.
- That's what the law will do. - Charlie...
- Enough's enough. - Thanks, son.
- Jimmy. - Leave me alone. I'm all right.
- Whose side are you on? - Whose do you think?
- I'm just doing a job, man. - What are you?
I'm a nurse. You think I don't get hassled, huh?
You think I don't know what's going on outside? I know.
I'm a nurse. I'm just here to pick up the pieces,
wipe up the blood and the puke, and that's what I do.
(Hisses) Come on.
- Look who it isn't. - What's going on?
- I hear your batteries went flat. - Huh?
- Your bleeper. - Oh, wretched thing. Must get it fixed.
And your telephone too. We've been phoning you all night.
I took a couple of sleeping pills. You know how it is.
- Your body clock gets out of sync. - Mr Plimmer.
- Charlie. - Very nice to see you.
I would like to speak to you.
- You OK? - Yeah, yeah. And you?
Uh, well, more or less, yeah.
Dr Tomlinson'd like the orthopaedic registrar
to come and look at a compound fracture, tib and fib, bit of a mess.
He'll be all right. Don't worry. I'm sure he'll be all right.
- Take care. - Yeah, night.
- Tomorrow you can tell me. - I'm only trying to help.
- I'm sure you are. - These boys tonight.
We'd have some warning if we had closed-circuit video.
- Who'll put me in the picture? - Call you back.
- Hello, Ewart. Couldn't you sleep? - Fancy a cup of tea?
I didn't come at four in the morning to drink tea. You bleeped me.
- Did we? - Stop him! Somebody stop him!
Don't just stand there! Grab him!
- He was throwing a petrol bomb! - All right, calm down.
We'll sort that out. Calm down.
- What on earth is going on here? - Ewart, you look tired.
I'd call it a night if I was you.
Good night, my love. Take care.
Oh, my God. Marcus, what happened?
The police arrested him. I don't think he'd done anything.
They didn't believe he was only 15, so they strip-searched him
and threw him in a cell for a couple of hours.
We got him out when we went down with the lawyers.
- Come on. You're all right. - I didn't do anything, Mum.
I was looking for Paul. They're just beasts. I hate them.
I know, my love. You're quite safe.
You're gonna be all right. Everything's gonna be all right.