Informer

This is West India Quay.

Excuse me, Miss!

On the morning of November 29th

Wesley Ndoyo departed West India Quay station through the Eldon Street exit.

At 10:30 am, Mr Ndoyo entered the Eldon Street branch of Café 66.

Here you go.

Oh, thank you so much. Where did I leave it?

On the DLR. You're lucky I grabbed it.

It would have ended up in Shadwell.

Wait, you got off the train for me?

I guess so, yeah.

That is amazing, let me give you something.

What? No. Seriously.

I've only got the debit, anyway. - Don't worry about it.

We've all been there.

I really hope not.

You alright? - Yes, um... sorry.

Let me buy you a coffee.

Or a tea maybe? Anything? Please. - Oh, man. Come on, man.

Alright, you twisted my arm. I'll have a coffee.

Double shot for me today, I think.

- I'm Emily. - Next please.

Sorry I didn't get your name?

- Get out! Open the door! Move! - Don't move.

Mate, just put that down.

Oh, my God!

At 10:32 am

Mr Ndoyo was shot by the assailant in the Eldon Street branch of Café 66.

Mr Ndoyo was pronounced dead at the scene.

You were at your office when you were first made aware of the attack, is that correct?

That's correct.

What did you know at that moment in time?

Only what was reported by the first responders.

Shots fired, multiple casualties, the suspect was down.

By down you mean deceased?

I mean incapacitated. He wasn't dead yet.

Witness K, was the perpetrator known to you at this time?

I can't discuss that in an open forum.

Was the perpetrator known to you at this time?

Yes, he was.

In what capacity was he known to you?

So, Raza, who are you, then?

Kind of a heavy question, bruv.

Feels like I'm on X-Factor, innit.

Um... I guess I'd say I go out, chill out, hang out.

But I'm clean, pay my rent.

I'm not too loud, but I'm not just sitting in the corner like a weirdo neither.

No, for real

I think I'd make a legit flatmate.

Cool. Well look, we're all in the arts, we use the studio to collaborate.

Yeah. Do you do anything creative?

Who's the photographer?

This one.

Do you mind? - No, go for it.

Are you into photography?

I like what Robert Capa said, you know

"the pictures are already there, you just hafta take 'em."

You took all these? Sound.

Yeah, I do mainly street photography. - Ah...

That's over by Altab Ali, innit. - Yeah.

I used to run around there as a kid.

Of course, you wouldn't wanna live here back then, were a lot different.

Yeah, I use my lens to highlight shifting urban environments.

Hold up, that's my street.

What? - No way. Bruv.

What? - No way. I'm in this one.

- What? - Where?

No word of a lie, that is me.

Shut-up. - Really?

That is actually me. - No way.

That is so random, I took that, like, two years ago.

'Young Radicals", what's that?

Uh, the title of the piece. Just a play on words.

That dude there's a tramp, a nutter, no one's listening to him.

And there's me having a fag break, what's radical about that?

No, it's more like the guy, in the back-ground, handing out the flyers.

Oh, OK.

That's Tariq, he works over at Aladdin's Garden.

Those are menus, bruv...

This been in galleries?

Uh... Yeah, I... had a show last year.

Cool, cool, well, keep me posted, yeah?

Yeah, of course. Yeah...

Salaam Aunties.

Hi Raza - Don't fret, I can't see nothing.

You do look lovely though.

What are you doing in bloody Shoreditch looking for flats?

Don't think I don't have eyes everywhere.

You don't have eyes at the school, Ammi. Nasir texted me, detention again.

Well, you'll have to go fetch him.

Drug money.

Please don't joke like that.

You remember Anara's boy?

He walked all the way to Ipswich thinking he was Jesus.

Course he had to be high to go to Ipswich.

So, how was it, this flat?

Five hundred quid for a room in an old handbag factory.

He's not going anywhere.

Miss Woods?

I'm Raza Shar. - Yes, yes. Nasir's brother.

I was, really, expecting your mum. - She's stuck at work, Miss Woods.

What's he done?

Nasir is one of my brightest pupils

but I can't have this in my class, you understand?

I'm going to have to suspend him.

Hold on, what were you telling him?

My father will deal with him.

Nasir won't shame us like this again.

It's not the end of the world.

They shouldn't really be selling these things, let alone to kids.

There's no need to overreact.

You muj now?

Taking knives into school and that, you gimp.

Protection, innit.

Someone's messing with you?

No. Mr Roy gave me A in math's, so I gotta even out my street cred.

You're gonna be an astronaut. What you need street cred for?

They barely let Pakis on planes, how they gonna let me up into space?

Spaceman, samurai, multitudes, innit.

Like presto, and now you're a photographer.

Fuck, this is old. It's got no screen.

Oh, so you don't want it then? - No, no, no, I do, don't blob

just show me how it works.

Alright. Wind, click. Google it.

Yo, turn around.

Quick, get upstairs.

What's going on in the world, Abu?

Still spinning, barely.

Hm! Where's the shorter one?

Hiding in his room. - Bloody pocket knife?

It's a dangerous world out there.

Smells good, Ammi.

Get out, go. Nothing to see here, uh?

"Roman" by Cadell

Gotcha!

Yo.

Hello, hello. Yeah, I knew I could smell you up there.

That's what you got the big nose for.

Oh, yeah! Come down, come down, let's see if you can fly.

Alright, coming right down.

Heads up, yeah?

Where you off to dressed like that?

Too much? - Nah, you look well sharp.

Oof... That's a lot of kush, big spender.

No bruv, I want them rolls. - Big night out then, who is she?

- How many's that fetch me? - Ten, but gonna give you seven.

Any more is intent. Feds don't mess around with that Class A shit.

There you go killer, no sleep till Brooklyn.

Syria, under the leadership of Ahmed El Adoua

known to have been...

What you got chopsticks for?

Ammi thinks she's a comedian or something.

He can't be trusted with sharp objects, can he?

You're not eating? - Nah.

.. . Rotterdam yesterday, Dutch authorities have confirmed that...

Hey, careful tonight, yeah.

Anyone picks on you, don't be brave, tell them you're a Hindu.

"Don't freak, I'm a Sikh." - I'm a Sikh. That's my boy.

... have launched a man-hunt for the perpetrator

Ahmed El Adoua, is...

"GoGo!" by Baauer

Charlotte!

Raza. Sorry, the signal's crap. I just got your texts.

All good, I found you.

What're you all dressed up for? - I roll outta bed like this, innit.

Tristan, Angel, this is Raza.

With your birthday cake.

Oh, my birthday cake, fucking brilliant.

How goes it, Raza? - You good mate? You wanna...

Happy birthday, innit.

Our usual bloke's in Ibiza, rakes it in this time of year.

This ain't cut like the shit he gets you. - Lottie, where'd you meet this rascal?

Well... Swiped right, didn't she. - Raza!

You little piggy!

"Honey Badger" by Clark

- You OK? You OK? - You're a champion Raza.

- Oi, oi! Oi! - Easy... Easy, easy.

Are you getting in, or what? - I'm not driving anyone like that.

Just take us to the nearest hospital. - Keep the change.

Yo, in here, in the back. You're joking.

Go. You got your money, go!

OK, OK, you're going to be OK. Alright, alright, alright.

Grab her legs.

Help! Can I get some help, please?

- Can you tell me your name, luv? - Charlotte, Charlotte Humphreys.

- Tell me what she took. - MDMA, just the one.

How long ago was that? - Three hours at most.

Do you have a number I can contact a parent or guardian?

She's got her mobile, probably in her purse. Is she gonna be OK?

Hey! - Can't go back there, sir.

Is she gonna be OK? - I need you to step aside, please.

That's for the doctors now.

Put your hands against the wall. - What am I doing?

Sir, put your hands against the wall.

Do you have any weapons or sharp objects in your pockets?

No.

This what you gave the young lady?

I'm arresting you on possession of a class A drug. You do not have to say anything...

Welcome to CTSU, Miss Morten.

Would you like to introduce yourself?