Knock Knock Knock Knock
Is this the one?
Knock Knock Knock
*opens door a fraction*
Yeah? What do you want?
We’ve received a call from a member of the public and a call from one of your neighbours expressing concerns about your welfare, can we come in?
What? No. You fucking can’t.
Come on. It’s just me and my colleague Jerry, we want a little chat.
No thanks, you’re alright.
Right, come on, open up now, there’s a good girl.
I’m fine, seriously, piss off.
We can do this the easy way or the hard way.
You got a warrant?
No, but we have reason to believe that your safety and the safety of others may be compromised. We can either chat to you here or down at the station, it’s entirely up to you.
I’m a smart girl, I’d never be stupid enough to invite filth into my own home.
Fine, get some shoes on and we’ll take this down the nick.
Wankers. You’re never there when we actually need you yet you’re always there when you’re not welcome.
Yep. Could you also bring with you a list of any medication you’re taking.
Nope, because that would suggest that I’ll be in your company overnight, which is definitely not happening.
We’ll see about that.
Right, get your coat.
*Pig #1 does not laugh*
Hang on, what the hell’s happened here? What’s all this?
Hair dye, Sir?
Jerry, go down and get the first aid kit will ya?
If that’s hair dye then I’m the Queen of England.
Don’t flatter yourself.
Right, I’m gonna need you step outside of the property please. I’ve had enough of your lip.
Oi, don’t you fucking touch me. My father always told me never to go off with strange men.
I need to get changed, you can wait outside in the corridor, I’ll be 2 minutes.
Nope. Don’t think so.
I haven’t even done anything wrong, just go away!
I’m not letting you out of my sight, sweetheart.
CAN YOU PLEASE JUST FUCKING FUCK OFF. I NEED TO GET CHANGED AND I NEED THE TOILET. UNLESS YOU WANT TO WATCH ME CHANGE MY TAMPON, YOU SICK FUCK! GOD, you people really are the fucking worst. Just back the fuck up and I’ll be out in a minute, alright?
First aid kit, Sir.
Ah, Jerry. Right. Tell me. How did you hurt yourself? What did you use?
I didn’t. Nothing. And I’m no-one’s fucking sweetheart, by the way.
Have you taken anything today?
Why, what have you got? Anything good?
Are you currently in possession of any offensive weapons?
Are you currently in possession of any item or items which you could use to harm yourself or others?
What is it?
My wit. It’s pretty sharp.
*Jerry stifles a laugh*
Jesus wept. If you don’t tell me right now I’m going to have to cuff you for your own safety and for mine. Hands out.
This is ridiculous.
DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT LOCKING THAT BATHROOM DOOR, GODDAMMIT.
I’LL BE ONE FUCKING MINUTE, MY GOD.
Right, I’m going to count down from 10, if you’re not out here by the time I reach 0 I am going to break the door in, right?
Jerry, radio 6423 and see if they’re local.
Tell ’em we’ve got a live one.
LAST CHANCE MISSY.
Jeeeeesus, keep your wig on!
Right, let’s go.
Follow Jerry. Go on. Watch your step.
Wait, please tell me we’re not driving… your Cop Shop is 150 yards across the road, surely your motor would be more useful out patrolling the streets catching genuine threats to society?
Get in the car.
Wow. Met Police, saving the planet, one unnecessary detainment at a time.
Mind your head.
This is getting silly. I haven’t actually done anything wrong.
But you will, which is why we’re intervening now before you do any major damage.
That is utter bollocks. And I’m supposed to be the insane one, hahahahahaha, you mad, mad bastards.
Sir, is there any point of taking her to the station? Can’t we go straight to the hospital, let them deal with her?
Errrrrrrrm, yeah actually, I’ve had enough of nutters for one day: good thinking, Batman.
Sir. What do I tell Chief?
Uhhhh, pfffffft, the usual spiel: too many injuries to accurately document, urgent medical attention required, high risk psych, station’s too busy and understaffed to deal with her, blah blah blah.
Okie dokie, thanks Sir, got it, Sir.
Hey, can I go for a fag while you do your paperwork?
Because I said so.
Have you got your meds list?
I’ll write you a full meds list and list of my diagnoses, plus the names and numbers of my uncaring care workers and unsupportive support staff if you let me go for a fag. How’s about that?
Andddd I’ll give you the correct phone number of my next of kin?
Hmph. Hey, has anyone ever bled to death in the back of your fancy little cop car before? “Urgent medical attention required” and yet we’re just sitting here in the car park doing jack shit.
Put pressure on it.
Er, I’m pissing blood back here!