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Are you ready?

Ms O'Riordan, this is a really serious offence.

You understand this, yes?

Yeah.

- Has the victim made a statement? - Yes, sir.

She says, "I knew Orla meant me no harm

"and I beg you to go easy on her."

Thank you.

Ms O'Riordan, the tariff starts at 35 days, plus another 7

because you physically took hold of the victim.

But there are some mitigating factors.

Your children going into care is one.

Your good behaviour...

- "Excellent," you said, Officer Martin? - Yes, sir.

...your excellent behaviour,

and, of course, the fact that you pleaded guilty.

Ms O'Riordan, you will serve an extra 20 days in prison.

Thanks.

Thank you.

You're back, then?

You delivered Kelsey's baby?

Yeah.

No officer, or...?

No. They were all watching your little show, weren't they?

I didn't know.

I'm sorry.

Oh, my God.

Aw, wow!

Look at him.

He's perfect.

Yeah, he is.

Would you like to hold him?

- Oh, no... - No, please, hold him.

Please. I'd like you to.

- Are you sure? - Yeah, I'd really like that.

All right.

There you go.

- Shhh... - Ooh, shhh...

- Aw! - It's OK...

There you go.

Oh, Kelsey.

He's only little, but he's a right milk monster.

- Are you feeding him yourself? - Yeah. I am, yeah. - Mm.

What's his name?

Daniel.

- I can't... - It's OK, it's OK.

There he is.

You let me down, Adam.

You got it anyway, babe.

You got the mother and baby unit.

Yeah, no thanks to you. You've let me down big time.

Where is he now, babe?

Where's the baby?

He's asleep.

Let me come and see him, Kels.

Yeah?

Let me come and see little baby Adam.

It's Daniel.

I thought you were going to name him Adam.

After me.

Well, I didn't. It's Daniel.

And it's too late to change that now.

That's OK, babe. Just...

...let me come and see little Daniel.

I've got to go.

No, look. Listen, Kels...

- He's crying. - Babe...

I think he's got a little bit of wind,

his little legs keep lifting up.

Oh, baba, come here. There you go.

Is it wind hurting my baba? Is it?

Is it wind?

Come here.

Sh. Sh.

- Hi, Maeve. - Hi, miss.

Do you mind if I close this?

What's it about? Is it bad news?

No. Well, nothing to do with your family or anyone,

so do you mind?

Right. Yeah.

Lou's had a bit of good news.

A card from her son, yeah. Great.

- You two still close? - Yeah.

Not had a fallout?

No. Why?

Maeve, her son didn't send that card. Someone else did.

How do you know that?

- I phoned him. - Right.

And why are you telling ME this? What...?

You think I sent it?

I think someone you know sent it.

Someone on the outside.

Why would they do that?

Because you asked them to.

I only did it to see her face light up.

I know.

I know you didn't do it maliciously.

So what are you going to do about it?

I don't know.

No Kyle?

No.

- Can I get you a drink? - No, I'm all right. Hey...

- What...?! - I don't want it!

- What? - Take it back.

- Don't be so stupid. - You're the stupid one. - Sh!

- What have I done? - You prick. - What have I done?

You know I've packed it in.

You're always saying that, Kelsey.

No, I HAVE packed in this time.

- You're going to have to come with us, Morgan. - Wha...? No, I didn't...

- Listen, I... - Will you sit down and remain seated, please?

- I didn't mean for any of this. It wasn't planned... - He's passed you something

- and we need to see what it is. - It's something we used to do, but

- he didn't know I didn't want to do it any more. - Move, please. Kelsey.

Everyone knows I've packed it in!

Ask anyone in this nick and they'll tell you that I've packed it in.

But he didn't believe that, that's why he done this. It's not me.

It's got nowt to do with me, it's him!

In you go.

They'll take the baby off her.

Can they do that?

Oh, yes.

It wasn't my idea, honest.

- Sit down. Take it out and show it to us, please. - It wasn't!

I didn't know he was going to do it. If I did, I'd've done it properly.

- Sit down. Take it out... - I would've swallowed it...

- ...and show it to me, please. - You wouldn't have seen anything.

Show it to me, please, Kelsey.

Shhh.

Could you take her through, please?

What's going to happen? What's going to happen, miss?

Shh...

Erm, listen. I've been seeing someone.

Right.

Sahira.

How long have you been together?

About 18 months now.

Serious, then?

Yeah.

What does she do?

Uh, she's, um...

- She's a nurse. Yeah. - Yes.

- At your hospital. - Yes.

Why are you smiling?

- Just am. - Yeah.

Well, she's pregnant.

Yeah, so, um...

I just... I need to ask you something.

What was the biggest thing that I did wrong?

Nothing.

- Nothing, you're not to blame in any way... - I was. - ...whatsoever.

And I... know that I did a lot of things wrong...

...but, um... wh-what was the biggest?

The harder I found it, the more you looked away.

Right, erm...

Someone from children's services is coming

- and they're going to take the baby for a while. - For a while? - Yeah.

- Will I get him back? - Yeah.

When?

When will I get him back?

I don't know.

I'm never going to get him back, then, if you say it like that...

- Don't start thinking that. - Well, when, then?

You just keep doing what you're doing, keep your head straight,

and you'll get him back, but today...

- They're not getting him. - You put it in the baby's clothing.

- Maybe if you hadn't have done that... - I panicked! Didn't I?

Didn't know what I was doing!

Should you feed him?

No. Because he's not going nowhere.

I know you love him.

I love him more than anything.

Then, hand him over,

because if you resist, they're still going to have to take him...

- They're not taking him. - ..and it might hurt him.

- This is not the end. - They're not getting him!

It might take a bit of time, but you can get him back.

- They're not getting him! - It's definitely not the end...

- They're not getting him. - ...honestly. - They're not getting him!

- But the... first thing you've got to do... - They're not taking him!

- ...is hand him over peacefully. - They're not getting him!

Because if you resist, i-it could ruin your chances

- of ever getting him back... - You like your job, do you?

- Yeah. - But you like this most of all, don't you?

Taking babies off mothers!

You couldn't be more wrong.

Why did you do it?

I mean, there was your mother. Right?

"I can't cope, Mum. Can you come and stay?"

That's better than...

Did you just not think of that?

How far gone is she?

Or the woman next door. You know, she's an experienced mother.

All you had to do was say, "I need a little bit of help."

But you... Did you just not think of that?

Why did you do it?

For fuck's sake, Abi.

I mean, yeah, as bad as I was...

...why did you do it?

I don't know.

Yeah...

Shall I take him?

Can I?

Come on.

I'm sorry, Kels.

Do you want your baby back, Kels?

- Yeah. - Yeah?

Then, keep off that stuff.

Thanks.

Hi.

Come on in, Lou.

Who's dead?

No-one.

What's all this, then?

You sent that card?

I'm so sorry.

I'm so, so, so, so sorry.

I didn't do it to hurt her.

It wasn't a wind-up or anything like that.

Hello?

Hi, Kyle.

Grandma's died.

When?

Really early... this morning.

The hospice phoned.

Right.

- What did she want? Burial or...? - Crem.

Definitely a crem.

Will you come to it?

I'll ask.

But I might be in handcuffs.

- Why? - Erm...

Because I got into a bit of trouble.

I'll see you, though.

Won't I? I'll see you?

I need to go.

The family would like to pass on their thanks

to the Willow Care Hospice

who looked after Elizabeth and made her as comfortable as possible

in her final months.

Elizabeth had a lot of love for her four shining lights.

Kyle,

Callum, Nancy and Orla.

And one of them, her daughter Orla,

is now going to say a few of her own words.

Thank you.

Well, I'm not telling any secrets

when I say me mam were fond of a drink.

Hey, but we all make mistakes.

She were an alcoholic.

She'd been one all me life, me mam.

She fought it, but...

...she very rarely won.

But there were this one day...

...Kyle's first Holy Communion.

We'd been to Mass and were coming back t'church hall

and they opened the bar.

And I weren't expecting that, and me mam weren't.

And I thought, "If she touches one drop...

"..I'm going and I'm taking Kyle wi' me."

I mean, Kyle were having the time of his life,

playing with kids his own age and

getting money off adults. But sod it.

He's coming wi' me.

But she did not touch one drop.

She probably battered it when she got home,

but in that church hall...

...she stayed till t'bitter end

and she did not touch one drop.

She were my hero that day.

- Nice to see you. - Well done, love.

- So sad. - Thank you.

- Bye, see you soon. - So sorry.

Hiya. One minute.

Please take 'em off.

Please.

Thank you.

Hey, come here.

Right, it's all right, yeah?

It's going to be all right. I'm going to see you soon. OK?

- I love you. - Love you. - Love you.

OK? You tell your brother...

You tell your brother that I love him, all right?

I've got to go.

Babe?

Hiya.

Kels, I'm sorry, babe.

I'm really... really, really sorry, babe.

Right.

What are you going to do?

I'm going to get him back.

How, babe?

I mean, that's good, yeah,

but how are you going to do that?

That's why I'm phoning.

I'm going to tell the truth.

If I'm going to get him back, I've got to get out of this place,

- so I'm going to tell the truth. - And what is the truth?

You know what the truth is, Adam.

And who are you going to tell this to?

The bizzies.

What?

The bizzies!

So you're grassing on me?

Uh... I'm telling the truth!

Well, I'm telling you this, babe,

if you go near those bizzies,

if you even THINK about bubbling me to those bizzies, you're dead.

You're dead and your baby's dead.

Yeah, and don't think I won't be able to do it

because I'll be banged up.

Because I'll just slip someone in your nick a bit of brown,

some slag a little bit of brown, and she'll do it for me.

She'll cut you and your baby's throat.

Send him down, Kels.

Send him down.

- All right? - Yeah, have you got a minute? - Yeah.

Yeah, my son's coming to see me.

I'm pleased for you, Lou.

Yeah, it's not a visit. It's one of them...

...you know, restorative justice things.

Right.

So, uh...

Yeah, I was wondering if...

Would you come?

Me?

Well, I like you and...

I thought you might be all right with it and...

Go on.

I'm an alcoholic.

Right.

Come in. Sit yourselves down. Yep.

Um...

OK, so I know everyone, so I'll do some intros.

I'm Marie-Louise. I'm chaplain here. This is Prison Officer Carter.

- This is Orla, who is here to support Lou, yes? - Yeah.

This is Stephen. This is Lou's son, Stephen.

I've always hated myself.

That's where the booze came in.

You can never forget you hate yourself, but...

...getting pissed helps a bit.

Trouble is, the more pissed you get,

the more you act like an idiot

and the more you hate yourself the next day.

So, uh...

Yeah, I started to be other people.

Anybody. Anybody apart from me.

And I told myself, I wisnae drinking because I hated myself,

I was drinking because I was rock and roll.

A bit wild.

And that's what I was on the day I punched Anna.

I was...

I was just rabbiting on and she came up to me and said...

..."Why are you behaving like this?"

It was... so simple.

So clear.

And so impossible for me to answer so I punched her.

And she went down.

And...

I had to pretend that I didn't regret it

in any way whatsoever because...

...because I was rock and roll. I was wild.

But all I wanted to do was pick her up and say, "I'm sorry.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

But... I didn't.

And that was the last time I ever touched a drink.

I mean, this is a prison, yeah,

but there's booze...

There's even more drugs, but I've never touched a thing.

Deep down, I always wanted to talk to you about it.

But I thought if I did that, I would be betraying Anna.

But it was Anna who told me to come.

She's not up to seeing you yet, but she wanted me to come and...

...I'd like to come again, if that's OK, because...

Well...

It's been nice to finally meet you, Mum.

I'd love that.

Thank you.

I can't get this one tight like I did the other one.

It's so annoying.

- I don't even know why you need that string. - I just make it up, I do.

- Hey, check this out... - Eh? - Look at this...

Have you seen that wizard thing...?

Maeve?

I'm sorry.

Calling on the case of the Crown

versus Adam Muller and Kelsey Morgan.

Mr Muller stands accused of the importation of drugs,

supplying class-A drugs into prison, and threats to kill.

Miss Morgan stands accused of the importation of drugs

into the country, and smuggling drugs into Carlingford Prison,

where she's currently on remand.

Your Honour, my client, following her plea,

would like to give evidence for the prosecution.

Very well.

I call Kelsey Morgan to the stand.

Well, I'm telling you this, if you go near those bizzies,

if you even THINK about bubbling me to those bizzies, you're dead.

Because I'll just slip someone in your nick a bit of brown

and she'll cut you and your baby's throat.

I was a heroin addict. I was trying to come off it.

And my mate and her fella were going to Spain,

and they wanted to get me away from Adam and from where I was living.

It was all drugs.

Um, so they took me with them. And it was great for a bit.

I was rattling but I was doing OK.

Then Adam showed up.

Told me I was stupid to be rattling in Spain.

If I wanted to turkey, turkey back home, not here in Spain,

cos Spain's for spoiling yourself.

So I went back on it.

And Me and Adam flew home together.

They wouldn't let me through the green channel,

they opened my bag and inside there was a package of heroin, a kilo.

A kilo of heroin.

And Adam was suddenly nowhere to be seen.

He visited me on remand.

And he told me that he loved me

and that I was going down anyway so please don't take him down with me.

Is Adam in this courtroom?

Yeah. He's there.

Did you see him put the package in your bag?

Yes.

Did you think it was drugs?

Yeah.

- Did you ask him if it was drugs? - Yes.

He said no, it was a present for his mother.

- You knew that was a lie. - Yeah,

but I couldn't call him a liar, could I?

I couldn't call him a liar, cos I was too scared to call him a liar.

Miss Morgan, I can only imagine the distress

that having your baby removed would have caused you.

It is for this reason

and the fact that you have assisted the prosecution

and that you pleaded guilty

that I sentence you to two-and-a-half years in prison.

Taking into account the nine months

that you've already spent on remand,

which was longer than usual due to your pregnancy,

you will serve a further six months before you will be released.

Thank you.

Mr Muller,

the sentence I consider appropriate for the importation of drugs

is one of ten years.

For the supply of class-A drugs into prison - five years.

And for threats to kill Miss Morgan - two years.

You will serve these sentences concurrently,

meaning a total of ten years' imprisonment.

Can you go back to your mum's house?

No, she rented it. Private landlord.

- That's a problem, then. - Is it?

Yeah. It's getting harder to find places

for people leaving prison.

We haven't got anywhere for you, Orla. All the hostels are full.

Well... what do I do?

- We can give you a tent. - What?

A tent.

You're thinking of sending me out of here wi' a tent?

Yeah.

- Is this a joke? - No.

I'm sorry, Orla.

Sending her out to live in a tent. It's an absolute disgrace.

I know.

Right, come here.

- Bye, sweetheart. - Bye.

Sorry for the things I said.

It's all right.

- Look after her. - Yeah. - And yourself.

Take care, yeah?

Hiya.

Hiya, Mum. Are you out yet?

Ta.

Hiya.

Hiya.

Can I get you something?

Er, tea, please.

- Milk? - Yeah, please.

I know this is proper cheeky, but could you get me some toast?

- Toast. - Yeah. - Right.

Ta. Thank you.

- You OK, son? - Yeah.

- Look, I'm going to say all this before she comes back, right? - Yeah.

You know all that not-coming-to-see-me, Kyle?

It's cos you were ashamed?

Yeah.

You were ashamed I were in prison.

But you weren't ashamed of what I did.

You were ashamed that I got caught doing it.

Yeah.

Me too.

I am not ashamed of anything I have done for you,

Callum or Nancy.

But I won't do it again. I'll never do anything like this again.

I'm going to get a job,

I'm going to get us somewhere to live

and I am going to get us all back together.

I promise. Right?

Right.

But you have to help.

Treat me like your mum.

Let me come and see you.

Phone me.

Love me.

- Yeah. - Yeah?

I missed you.

Missed you, too.

Too spicy?

You knew?

Shit in my food and you didn't say anything?

I was too scared to say anything. I'm really sorry.

- I'm going to go get him. - You're not.

I can't take any more of this.

We agreed to try letting him cry.

- No, we agreed to try it for a bit. This has been hours. - It hasn't.

Oh, God.

- That's pain. - It's not.

- No, I'm going to go get him. - Right, well, if you bring him in here,

I'm getting out of bed, I'm going downstairs

and I'm leaving you to it.

I'm sorry...

I know...

Naughty Mummy. I'm sorry.

You won't believe this, but I'm not a violent person.

But you attack me, I'll attack you.

And I'm sick of it.

So I'm going to tell you my story.

I'm hoping you identify with bits of it

and that's enough for you to leave me alone.

So...

How many of you have had kids?

Most of you.

Well...

Uh, we were trying for ages,

me and Rob...

...so when I got pregnant I was...

...ecstatic.

Yeah, read all the books, listed all of the names and...

...made all the promises, you know,

no bottle, no dummy, nothing sweet - all that stuff.

And then... I went into labour.

And it was horrific.

Two days of agony.

Then home with a crying baby.

And I could barely sit down because of the pain.

Uh, then...

...the nurse came and she stripped him and weighed him

and said he was losing weight.

And I said I wasn't finding it easy with the stitches

and the worry and losing so much sleep,

and she said that she was here for the baby and not me

and that if he carried on losing weight

he's going to go back into hospital, so I started to... cry

and she started telling Rob about her holidays.

I wanted to scream at her.

It is my first child, you heartless bitch,

I need a bit of help!

I had no-one.

We'd moved there for Rob's job.

He knew people in work. I knew no-one.

Just Rob and the baby.

- What time will you be back? - About eight.

- For God's sake, Rob. - We've got to have a debrief. - No.

You have a debrief the next working day,

you don't have a debrief in your own time.

We have to have it in our own time cos we're snowed under.

You're doing it after work because you don't want to be here

- with the baby! - We're doing a debrief after work

- because it's the only time we can do it. - It's not fair, Rob.

If I go out, it's to get the shopping and I'm back at six at the latest.

I spend time with the baby - with you AND the baby!

- And you are home at half eight every time. - Listen, I've got to go.

Fuck off.

Shhh... Shhh.

Shhh-shhh-shhh!

Sh! Sh.

Sh!

One day I managed to get him to sleep, God knows how...

and I put him in his cot.

I walked out the room,

but once out the room...

...I started thinking I'd harmed him.

I'd killed him.

I don't know why I thought that but I did.

So I went back in and checked and he was fine.

I walked out again.

No sooner out the room then, again, I'm thinking I've harmed him,

so I go back again and he's fine again.

But this time I can't leave him there

so I pick him up and I carry him.

And carry him and I carry him.

And it's only when Rob comes home

that I can put him down

and leave him there.

I couldn't let him out my sight.

So every minute of every day,

I am looking at my child.

Where other women are seeing THEIR baby crying...

...I'm looking at mine and he's twisting.

He's twisting in pain.

He'd fight even to get away from his dad.

When he'd come back to me, crying.

Still screaming.

Nothing can make him stop.

Yeah, Robert Cochrane. He's in theatre.

Well, yeah, I know that, but when it is possible,

could you ask him to phone me, please?

I'm his wife.

Sh-sh-sh-sh.

This is Croft Park Medical Centre.

Our receptionists are busy at the moment but you are...

...18th in the queue.

Please feel free...

I think I wanted to stop him crying.

It's just...

If you... stop him crying then you ease his pain.

Just couldn't stop him crying.

I held him under.

I wanted peace and quiet.

For him...

...and for me.

No more suffering.

What's wrong?

What is it?

You didn't ring.

My God, you're wet.

And cold.

You're starting to scare me now, Abs. What's wrong?

Where's the baby?

Abi, where's the baby?

In his cot.

Have you told this story to anyone before?

It wouldn't bring him back.

No. But it... could've helped you.

I was under pressure, yeah.

But so...

...were so many other women.

They coped.

I didn't.

I was... Yeah, I was ashamed, I was ashamed of that.

Didn't want them to know that.

So I told all about killing my baby.

But I told no-one that I couldn't cope.

Can I ask a question?

Yeah.

What was his name?

Daniel.

Daniel.

One of them will go for me now.

- Someone from the group? - Mm-hm.

Yeah. I've shown a bit of vulnerability, you see.

They'll think I'm not so tough, they can take me on and win.

Other women have spoken and nothing's happened.

They haven't murdered their kids.

- Shall we sit? - If you want.

Yes, I do.

She cared for me all the way through my pregnancy. All the way.

And she, like, delivered my... She delivered my little Daniel.

She delivered your baby, that entitles her to murder her own -

- that's what you're saying? - That's not what I'm saying.

I'm saying she's done a bit of good.

- She's done way more good than anyone else in here, including me. - Yeah.

I mean, she could have walked away, she didn't have to help Kelsey.

- She's a trained nurse. - I know, but she didn't have to help, did she?

You can't deny that she's done something.

What does that represent?

What do you want it to represent?

Is it my child, still alive, up in heaven?

- Perhaps. - It's a candle.

It's a bloody candle.

- You want me to blow it out? - Do you want it lit? - Yes.

It reminds me of the presence of Christ.

Fine.

I ask a lot of women this, do you mind?

If I could grant you one wish, what would that be?

I fear I'll say what they all say -

can I go back in time, please?

A lot say that, yes.

So, if I could grant you another wish, what would that be?

Has the bishop found you out yet?

No.

Good.

So if I could grant you another wish, what would that be?

I'd like to be able to grieve.

But how do you grieve the death of a child

when you're the one responsible for it?

Can I pray for that?

That God enables you to grieve for Daniel?

Yes.

OK, what if we'd done it? What if we killed our babies?

- I wouldn't. - Yeah, but what if we had? We'd be wrecks.

That woman is a wreck and she deserves a bit of compassion.

She needs looking after,

- not attacking. - I think we're all forgetting

she couldn't kill herself.

OK to kill a baby but not herself? No, that is a selfish bitch.

That's not what I'm saying. Maeve, what do you think?

What Abi said stuck with me when she said that we need to show the world

that we couldn't possibly do what she did, so we attack,

and the more we attack, the more we feel saintly.

And that's fucking bullshit.

My God, the telly's off.

Yeah, we've been talking.

- About me. - Yeah.

Look, no-one here's going to do you any harm.

OK, I'm not saying that everyone forgives you. They don't. But...

...we won't do you harm.

I can't speak for the rest of the prison,

they'll need putting straight, but everyone here right now,

everyone in this unit, right?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

You're fine.

What, including you?

Yeah.

Whatever.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Bye, then.

Bye.

No ta-ras, then.

Looks like that.

I'll come with you.

- You OK? - Yeah.

Mrs Kelly? I'm Fay Clarkson from Children and Families.

- We spoke on the phone. - Hello. - This is Kelsey. - Hi. - Hi, Kelsey.

Give Mummy a big hug, Daniel.

He'll be yours again soon, my love.

Just keep doing what you're doing.

I will. I will, I will.