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Paul can make people believe
anything - that's what he does.

Everyone else has to think she's
been deported - especially Joyce.

The fact they granted bail
so quickly suggests they think

he's not a real danger.
He's going to get off, isn't he?

We've got to find this
secret filmer, and soon.

What if I forget
what she looks like?

I'm the governor,
I can do what I like.

Something happened in that room,
Alison.

I just can't remember what it was.

I just want to finish the stupid
course, get everyone off my case.

Where is he?

What have you done to him?

We're not the same, you and me -
your sister's dead.

I don't think you're a bitch.
I just think you're dangerous.

The only therapy you'll be getting
now is the solitary kind.

Hello, Alison.

You either tell everyone the truth,
or I will.

MUSIC: If I Were The Devil
by Shakedown Stockholm

# Don't get me wrong

# I'd still love to

# Put your head under my shoe

# And lay you down hard

# When you lose someone

# And you feel life ain't
worth living

# You move on, you move on

# Like everyone does

# In the daydream

# In a false sense of reality

# And you crawl where I can

# Lead on you

# I'm not falling for you

# I see you coming... #

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What's that say?

I know you're deaf,
but you can bloody well read.

Hey, tell her, Joyce!

Tell her what?

I'm trying to get some peace.

You're not meant to keep
Eccles cakes in the fridge.

Made with pure butter.

You know, the little whatsits
will go all hard.

God's sake.

Morning.

It's like that, is it?

I've got nothing to say to you.

I think we both know
that's not true.

I was right there in the room
with you and Alison.

And you both chose not
to talk to me.

What am I supposed to do with that?

Whatever's going on between you two,
it's clear I'm not trusted enough

to know - and I'm tired of it.

It's not a question of trust.

It's entirely a question of trust.

In this place and the job we do,
trust is everything.

Sometimes it's the only
thing we've got.

So, there should be four
Eccles cakes in this packet.

And now, there's only two.

Which means one of you thieving
gits has hid them away.

You can't accuse somebody if they're
not there to defend themselves.

It's perfectly common
to try someone in their absence.

No, no, no. Who's the expert here?

A baghead from Glasgow,
or someone with a law degree?

Trust me, I've been up in court
so many times, I know how it works.

The truth.

"Members of the jury, I put it to
you that in this country,

"any man, or woman - especially
a woman - should be innocent

"until proven guilty."

Objection, your honour!
About what?

I don't know,
I just wanted to say it.

THEY LAUGH

Chlo.

Hey.

Nervous?

I don't want to see him, Joyce.

It's OK.

Come on.

See you later, then.

I bloody hope not.

SHE CHUCKLES

Yeah.

See you.

Do I look all right in this?

What about my make-up and that?
Is it too much?

You're going to court,
you're not going on a date.

You look fine.

Honestly, you look absolutely fine.

My skirt's a bit tight.

Well, it's not long since you
had the baby, is it?

You're all set?

Got your stuff?

Right, then.

Right, then?

Right, then.

KNOCK ON DOOR

I'm so sorry.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Come in.

Governor?

I've had a call from the FII -
the Fatal Incident Investigators.

McDermott? Laura, yeah.

They've had our statements.
They have.

They want further details.
About what? About everything.

I'll let you know when they arrive.

I don't know why you've got the hump
- they have to dot the I's

and cross the T's - it's procedure.

A girl's died, Caleb.

On HER watch. Laura was damaged.

Do you think the top brass really
give a toss about what Laura was?

Because let me tell you, lad -
they'll be looking for someone

to swing for this, and it won't be
Miss Fast Track Diversity Bingo,

will it? She'll back us up.

Won't she? Trust me.

That woman will do whatever it takes
to protect her own interests.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Maggie Sims has asked to
see Sherri again.

That was quick.

But Sherri's in seg, so obviously,
she's not meant to get visits.

So, we make an exception.

Because...? Because I say so.

Was there something else, Sinead?

DOOR OPENS

Miss Anderson?

Julian Flynn.

I'm often told I'm sweet enough.

Can we just take another dance
through your statement?

I didn't do anything.

But the package was found
at your property.

Yeah.

Paul told me to keep it there
for him.

Without telling you what it was?

And you didn't ask?

You see, a jury might find it
difficult to understand that you

would harbour something...
no questions asked.

Not if we explain what sort
of man Paul Cheam is.

The problem is,
there's no evidence of violence.

He's got a record as long
as his arm.

GBH, assaulting a police officer,
two convictions for robbery.

But nothing that says
he harmed Chloe.

Did you ever report Mr Cheam
to the police?

Once.

Yeah.

Yeah, when we first got together.

But it got dropped.

And then...after that...

..I just...

What?

What did you do after that, Chloe?

I just...

..learned to do what I was told.

Well...we'll see what we can do.

DOOR SHUTS

KNOCK ON DOOR

You're not supposed to
have visitors,

but I'm prepared to bend the rules.

Your sister wants to see you.

What if I don't want to see her?

OK, then.

Wait.

You look like shit.

You've got to keep your head
in the game.

I mean it, Sherri -
we've all got our jobs to do.

But now, you can get back to doing
yours with no distractions.

And what if I don't want
my job no more?

What if I want my parole?

Apply for it.

See what happens.

Because I'll tell you one thing -

you won't be applying again
in a hurry.

We're meant to be family.

We are.

And what have we all got?

Please...

What have we all got, Sherri?

We've all got our jobs to do.

SPEAKER: Court one,
now open to the public.

Just take a seat, please.

Just right there.

WHISPERS: Tanaz?
Have you got a pen...?

All rise.

OK, so who's first?

We're going to need
half that bottle...at least.

Ahem - you have...unique feet.

I'll admit,
they're not exactly gorgeous.

Have you ever considered rehab?

Every time I try to avoid it,
I end up inside of rehab.

It wasn't successful?

What do you think, hon?

OK.

What's that?

Those two your previous girls?

It's my case file.

So if we're in here, what if some
evidence gets out there?

Let's not forget someone died.

All I want is the truth.

And so the evidence will
clearly show...

..both Ms Anderson's prior
knowledge of...

..and complicity in the act
of concealment of a deadly weapon.

A weapon which Ms Anderson
must have been aware was intended

for malicious purposes
and criminal gain.

I'm surprised you're still
talking to me. So am I.

But I need all the friends
I can get at the moment.

You been asked to meet with the FII
about McDermott?

I wasn't there, was I?

Stop getting all paranoid.

It's only paranoid if the bastards
aren't out to get you.

You're very welcome. Mmm...

You need to speak to Alison again.

You speak to her -
I'm done playing detective.

Since when?

Since both of them decided
to shut me out.

So, there is something?

Something, nothing - I don't know.

That's the whole point.

I don't know who to trust any more.

You can trust me.

They going to throw me and
my mum out.

Unless I can win the lottery
on Saturday.

She's old, incontinent, more loose
screws then a flap pack wardrobe,

and...they're going to evict her.

Well...move her somewhere cheaper,
more cost-effective.

And we both know what that means.

And what have I ever done for her?

Her only child...

..just make her life as
miserable as my own.

There you go.

There's me, in all my shiny,
self-loathing glory.

And I've never shared that with
anybody else but you.

You might not trust me, Sinead.

But I trust you.

Have your lunch, Janine?

What are you hiding?

Nothing. Digging upright?

HE CHUCKLES

Shut up.

Nothing to be ashamed of.

It's not? I mean, you won't find
many nice blokes at work, will you?

No, you're right, I'm not.

I suppose there's always our Brian.

SHE CHORTLES

What? I think our Brian could be
a hot date.

Silver fox, and all that.

Idiot.

Your honour, I wonder if
the defence could trouble you

for a short adjournment?

The trial has barely got under way,
Mr Flynn.

I'm confident that this will save
time in the long run, your Honour.

It had better.

All rise.

See? No evidence of the
intelligence team.

They were watching, and that's how
they came to search your place.

So, there must be stuff on that.
But you said there's not.

I'm sure it exists, but it hasn't
made its way into your file,

and there's a reason for that.

Because, if the jury hears that the
police never thought this was down

to you from the get-go,
they're hardly likely to convict.

Especially as your prints
aren't on the gun.

I never touched it.

So, now we ask the prosecution
for the Intel

And when I say "ask",
I mean "demand".

And when I say "we"...

You don't have a dog and do
the barking yourself, do you?

Can I help?

Er, no, thank you.

Actually I've got a job for you,
Corinne.

Make us a cuppa?

Fine.

And biscuits!

For fuck's sake.

Who's pissed on your chips?

Everyone in this place thinks
I'm useless.

Out there...people respected me.

They thought I had something
to offer.

Now all I'm good for is making tea.

People in here respect you.

You sure about that?

Yeah, I am.

Now go and make me a coffee,
I'm gasping.

Bitch.

SHE CHUCKLES

All right, please -
the court is now back in session.

Tell me this delay has all
been worth it?

Your honour, I believe it has.

Feel free to share, Mr Flynn.

Or I'm getting the jury
back in here.

Your honour will be aware there is
little evidence against our client.

Except for the inconvenient matter
of the gun being found

at her premises?

Er, true, your honour.

However, we understand that the
police had another individual

under observation, and that they
suspected HE was the likely owner.

And your evidence for this is...?

Your honour, the evidence in respect
of police surveillance is...

..well, conspicuous by its absence.

And you're suggesting this is
because it doesn't exist, Mr Flynn?

A simple confirmation of that
by the prosecution will suffice,

your honour.

The crown offers no evidence,
Your Honour.

Case dismissed.

So, what do you think?

Where's the unused material.
The blood tests?

It gives the percentage of alcohol
you had in your blood - it says...

No, no, not that test.
Is there one for anything else?

No, nothing. See?

I can't see anything either.

Which begs the question, why not?

Does it? Think, Amira -
you were unconscious.

When you came round, you had no
recollection of the night before.

Mate, I woke up in my own piss.
Exactly.

And in those circumstances, the
police routinely do tests

for ketamine, rohypnol...

Maybe they did do the tests?
Then where are the results?

Maybe they didn't - bloody hell,
I don't know, I don't have a

crystal, ball do I?
Look, Amira, the point here is -

it doesn't matter if they did
or did not do the tests. What?

You have the right to ask for this
to be properly revisited.

This is officially...
a legal irregularity.

Well, out with it.

It's a message from Idara.

IDARA: My darling Joyce, I don't
know if you ever hear this.

You may be released already,
but if you are listening...

..know that I am with you still.

They have delayed the trial.

I don't know for how long.

Days, weeks, months.

I am to stay in this limbo.

In this blackness of uncertainty,
and the only thing I cling to

is knowing that you will soon
have your freedom.

Our love has been the most precious
and most profound thing in my life.

I have wants for a better heart,
and only room for pain.

My own family have shown
this to be true.

But you...

Joyce, you have shown me what
a heart is really for.

We have laughed together.

We have loved together,
we have cried together...

..many tears, and I am weeping now,
but my tears are one of joy for you,

knowing that you will soon be a
prisoner no longer.

It is the only thing
keeping me going.

There have been times here
in this lonely place,

when I have thought I would die from
the pain of not seeing you...

..not holding you, not knowing
if we would be together again.

Then I realise
I can endure anything...

..knowing that you are free.

But as you walk through those gates,
as you hold your darling Jake

and dare to dream of a future
you never thought you would have...

..there is one thing that
scares me still.

That although your body will
be free from the shackles which have

enchained it for so long...

..your heart will still be
in prison.

Locked away, waiting for me.

It is a thought I cannot bear.

You have so much love to give,
and...

..now a free world in which
to give it.

I cannot...

..I WILL not ask you to wait for me.

They say if you love somebody...

..you should know when to
set them free.

And I love you, Joyce Edevan.

And you know what I must do.

I must set you free.

SHE SNIFFLES

SHE SOBS

Well, well, well, if it isn't
everyone's favourite screw,

Brian Trent. And what's this?

The last nail in the condemned man?

A prisoner's died, and someone's
going to take the fall.

That's how it works my friends.

I'm just waiting for my friend.

Your friend's not here, Chlo.

At the end of the day, people look
out for themselves, Chloe.

Where's Laura?

I'm assuming your lawyers are
putting pressure on you

to cross me out?

I wouldn't have done it,
and you know it.

Just tell me where my baby is.

Please?

I'll get that baby and take her
where she should be - home, with us.

Then we can get on with being a
family - a nice, normal family.

Feels good, doesn't it?

Freedom?

It's you and me, Chlo.

You, me, and the baby.

It's a fresh start for all of us.

Well, it was full of black clouds
this morning.

Everywhere I looked -
now look at us.

Perfect, eh?

All set?

Afternoon prayers.

Try not to make such a mess
of it this time.

Home sweet home.

How I've missed you.

Come on.

Brian? You're first.

If I'd known you were getting out,
I would've got something nicer in.

It's fine.

Now, we'll have to get this
place sorted out.

We want Laura back, social services
will be checking everything.

Paint this bedroom pink, and that.

What?

You think that's a bit obvious?

Do yellow - sunflowers or something.

Well, help me out here, babe.

What do I know about bedrooms
for little girls?

Sunflowers...yeah.

Yeah, definitely sunflowers.

Are you going to tell me
where she is?

If I ever found out who robbed
my Eccles cakes...

Yeah, well, it won't be Chloe.

She doesn't eat enough to
keep a wasp going.

She'll be OK.

Could've been one of these lot.

Are you still talking about
those cakes? See?

See what? How'd you even know what
we were on about?

Are you joking, mate?
It's not halal, genius.

No, it's not that -
they're disgusting.

Didn't even know there was meat
in an Eccles cake.

That's the formalities done.

We'll be recording this interview.

Do I need a rep?

You're not under caution.

I think we should probably cooperate
as much as possible, Brian.

We've got nothing to hide.

The inmate in question,
Laura McDermott, was assigned to

McEwen House, for which you
have responsibility?

I'm...sorry, could you
repeat the question?

The inmate in question,
Laura McDermott, was assigned to

McEwen House, for which you
have responsibility?

Not just me.

No, but you are the most senior
prison officer dealing

with that section?

I am the most senior prison officer
in Bridewell, yes.

And you were informed
upon the inmate's arrival,

that she was a vulnerable prisoner?

No. Sorry?

She wasn't on an act.

It says here that the inmate
had a history of drug abuse

and self-harm.

Yeah...her and 90% of the
prison population.

What I mean is it wasn't flagged up.

If she had been on an act, there
would've been procedures in place -

she wouldn't have been
on the wing, for a start.

And do you think that's
where Laura should have been housed?

DISTORTED: Do something!

DISTORTED SCREAMING

It's not my decision,
where inmates are placed.

Did you inform anyone of your
concern for Laura?

I didn't say I was concerned.

Yeah, well...

What I mean is - I'm concerned
for all the inmates...obviously.

But your concern for Laura didn't
result in any...particular action?

I'll be around later, yeah?

She'll do as she's told.

And you think I give a shit?

If she ever wants to see the kid
again, she'll do exactly what I say.

See, I know where them foster carers
live - I've got their address.

Won't take nothing to pop a window
and get inside, you get me?

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, no worries -
I'm on my way now. All right.

Yeah, yeah.

Let me take you through
Laura's death.

Where were you when the
alarm sounded?

Can you answer please, Brian?

Where were you when
the alarm sounded?

Erm, the...CCTV room.

On a break?

Paperwork.

Catching up?

The downside of management.

And when the alarm sounded, you went
immediately to investigate?

Yeah...no.

HE SIGHS

Officer Williams called
the incident in?

Yes, sorry - Officer Williams told
me that there was a problem

at McEwen, and that there was
an absence on the way.

And who was with Officer Williams?

The girls in McEwen.

The inmates housed there?

Yeah.

No other prison officer?

No.

What did you see when you
arrived at the scene?

Erm...

Er, Laura was on the ground.

Some inmates and Caleb were...
at her side.

Could you tell how serious
the situation was?

Officer Trent?

She was dead.

I could see that.

How?

Have you ever seen a dead body?

Hmm?

I didn't think so.

And yet you performed
CPR in any case?

Obviously this is hard.

You silly cow, Laura.

She wasn't on a fucking act -
how many times, how many times?!

PHONE VIBRATES

PHONE VIBRATES

HE SCOFFS

GLASS SHATTERS

HE GROANS

HE SCREAMS

Look what you made me do!

HE WINCES

HE EXHALES

PHONE DINGS

HE WINCES

PHONE DINGS

PHONE: You have a new message.

Brian, it's Mary from Belle Vista.

I'm sorry to trouble you so late,
but your mom -

she's been asking for you.

She's really quite upset.

You've not been in for a while,
and I know you're busy, but...

PHONE BEEPS

HE SOBS

What do you think you're doing?

I asked you a question!

Is this is where Laura is?

What?
Tell me is, this is where she is?

Your pathetic waste
of space aren't you?

I'll fucking kill you.

CHLOE SCREAMS
No!

MUFFLED SCREAMS

Open the door!

LAURA CRIES

I need to see Laura!

I need to see my baby,
open the door!

Open the door!

Please, let me in!

Let me in!

Please, let me in!

Open the door!
Please, please, please...let me in!

Let me in!

Police...please.
LAURA CRIES

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