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Cheers, mate.

Anybody? Anybody up?

Let me in, woman!

'Cause I've got no keys, let me in.

Tom! Tom!

Get this door open, will you?

Oh! What have you done that for, eh?

What have you done that for?

Stupid. 'king hell, all right.

Having
a good night, mate?

I'll come get you up, mate.

-Come on now, easy.
-I know how to walk.

What is it?

A knife.

No knife.

What?

Three reasons.

One, if someone gets killed,
then I'm on a murder charge,

'cause I brought it in.

Two, could be a colleague.

Three, could be me.

Now I'm a supervising officer
with 20 years of experience,

you know, I'm probably the most
trusted man in this prison,

and I'm bringing stuff in for you.

That's a dream come true.

Why prejudice that by
asking for weapons as well?

Okay.

So are we done for today?

Okay.

Who would
like to share with us today?

Brendan?

Would you like to?

So, I have to sing for my supper?

Yeah.

When I was 13, I murdered my best friend.

He was also 13.

And I've been locked up ever since.

I, er, I did something and

he didn't want to be my friend
any more, so I killed him.

I killed him with a brick.

My bedroom looked down into the street,

so I watched his aunts and
uncles coming and going,

looking for him all night.

And then they must've called the police,

'cause a police car came and they went in

and they stayed about an
hour and then they left.

And then they must've found him,

because the police came
back and they went in.

And I heard his mother screaming.

I went to school the next morning

and the police came
for me in the afternoon

with my ma and da.

I told them straight away I did it.

He didn't wanna be friends,
'cause you did something?

And what was it?

You see him?

All the time?

Yeah.

It's horrible, isn't it?

Hey Mark, on you go.

-Thanks. Hiya.

-All right?
-Yeah, all right.

What did he want?

Just brought us some tea there.

-Why?
-He owed me one.

-Why?
-All right, nose.

Fuck's sake.

You see, when you get two
O's together like that,

it makes "oo."

So this is sh am poo.

Shampoo.

There's lots of words
with two O's in them.

Erm, tool, fool.

School?

Yeah, yeah. School's, school's good, yeah.

Er, do you mind? Do you
mind if I ask you something?

-Yeah?
-In confidence?

Yeah.

What happens if they find
something in your cell?

Drugs? A weapon?

Phone?

Would we both get the blame?

Depends.

And what would we get? Seg?

Time added on?

That depends too.

Right.

Well, back to the O's.

Er, why don't you try
this one? Toothpaste.

Why don't you have a go at that, hmm?

Get rid of it.

I know about the phone.

-Yeah?
-Yeah.

Please get rid of it.

Okay.

Come through, please.

Hello darling.

Ooh, that's nice.

-All right?
-All right, Dad.

How's the tooth?

Got in to the see the dentist,

and, believe it or not, sorted.

Good. They leaving you alone?

Yeah. More than that, Mum.

I'm getting looked after.

Can't do enough for me.

Think it's 'cause I took that pasting.

Didn't grass, didn't complain.

I earned a bit of respect.

It's 'cause your dad's
bringing stuff in for them.

What d'you say that for?

Because I don't want him
thinking they're his best mates

when the truth is they're just shitbags.

Your dad is bringing stuff in for them.

He has been for months.

That's why they're looking after you, son.

Stuff?

Drugs.

You've got to knock that in the head, Dad.

It's just till we get you home.

Dad, you're a screw.

A screw bringing in drugs,
you'll get five years.

I won't get caught.

That's what I said. I'll move again.

Yeah, they'll find you again.

They won't.

Well, we can't keep you safe, son.

Wherever we put you, they'll find you.

Five years.

And you're a screw, so you'll
have to do it with the nonces.

Five years with nonces.

What are you doing, Dad?

I won't get caught.

You never hug him. Why not?

Just don't. I never have.

Yeah, but he's in prison now.

All right, I'll have Liverpool, Man City,

and Chelsea as bankers.

I'll have Everton and Man United to lose

and all the others to draw.

Five draws?

-Yeah.
-Are you sure?

Just put her on,
Chantelle. Five O'clock's-

Listen, ten minutes are nearly up, son,

-so is Grandad there?
-Do your worst!

Who's that shouting?

-Oh, it's-
-I phoned both numbers,

-landline and her mobile.
-Bloke on the other phone.

-Is Grandad there?
-Listen to me, listen to me.

-No.
-You gonna listen to me?

No? Where is he?

Here, I'll put Grandma on.

Why? What's wrong?

-Hi.
-Hiya.

Yeah yeah yeah,
well I phoned both numbers.

Is my dad not there?

-No.
-Where is he?

I know that's a lie, Chantelle!

I didn't want to
worry you, but he's not well.

-Pardon?
-He's not well.

Wait!

-You little slag.
-Why, what's wrong with him?

He's had a bit of a do.

-What, his heart again?
-Sat there with your legs

-around that Tony kid.
-Yes.

-All right, you know with me-
-So, where is he?

That Tony kid, he's
always sniffing round you!

Mark, love, I can't hear you.

Excuse me. Do you mind, mate?

What have I just said?

Shut the fuck up now, you wool.

Chantelle, don't put the phone

-down on me.
-Sorry, Mam.

The ambulance took him in.

He's in ITU. That's all I know.

Don't put the phone down on me.

Don't! You fucking little slag!

You little slag!

-You slag!
-Oh, God.

Sorry, Mam. So how is he now, then?

I don't know. He wasn't responding.

-Is he unconscious?
-I don't know.

-Is he unconscious?
-In your cell!

Did you go in with him?

-Put the phone down.

Can you hear me?

Give me the phone,
Mark, give me the phone.

What are you doing? I were
on the phone to my mam.

Back in your cell!

I won't tell you again.
Get back to your cell, now.

Hello?

A five minute phone call,
that's all I'm asking.

If I let you use the phone,
they'll all wanna use it.

Now let go.

Don't let me spend the night
worried sick about my father.

Please don't do that to me.

Get back to your cells.

Let go of the door.

No. I won't let you do this.

If you don't let go, I'll nick you.

Speak to the chaplain
first thing in the morning.

-She might be able to help.
-Yeah, right.

-Get in your cell.
-All right, boss.

Have you still got that mobile?

I'm really sorry, mate.
I haven't, you know.

I got rid of it.

-I'm really sorry, mate.
-Yeah.

Excuse me, is it all
right to talk to Miss,

just for a moment?

Yeah, sure.

-Hiya.
-Yeah.

Sorry, er, could you do something for me?

Yes.

I think my father had a
heart attack yesterday.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Yeah, I need to know how he is.

Er, I was wondering if you
could phone this number,

it's my mother's, and ask her.

Yeah, of course.

-Thank you.
-I'll do it right away.

Thanks, Miss. Thanks.

-You all right, Miss?
-Mm hm.

Come on, this way.

Come on, all of you. Come through.

Quick as you can.

Come on, come on. This way.

Has he gone?

Yes. I'm so sorry.

Would you like to phone your
mother? I can organise that.

Yeah. Yes, please.

Thank you.

Have you got anyone with you?

Yes, Alicia's here, and our Joan.

He died peacefully, son.

Was it, was it the shame of what I did?

Was it that that killed him?

No. No.

Can you come to the funeral?

I think so, but...

But what?

I'll be handcuffed to an officer.

If you don't want me
there, I'll understand.

Of course I want you there.

And I want you to speak about him as well.

Oh. I, I'm gonna have to go, Mam.

Er, ten minutes are up. It's
gonna go dead, all right.

-You ready?
-Yeah.

Will you be able to go back to the house?

No. Church, graveyard, back here.

Right. Well, I can't say,
"Have a good one," can I?

No.

Well, I hope it goes as well as it can.

Thanks.

Mark Cobden, released with escort

under special prison
licence, serial number 80462.

-Okay. There we go, mate.
-Ta.

Okay. Step into here for me.

Strip search, please.

-Out.
-Why?

-Cell spin.
-Cell spin?

-Yeah.
-Why?

-Intel.
-Intel about what?

-Out, please.
-Squat, please.

Right, pants back on. Get dressed.

There's nothing here, though,
boss. There's nothing here.

Out, please. Now.

You're wasting your time, you know.

All right, I'm not going nowhere.

I'm gonna be your
date for the day, all right?

Yes, boss.

Funerals can be emotional.
Things get heated.

So, if any time I feel threatened by you,

your family or your friends,
then we'll get in that car

and we'll come straight back here.

Is that understood?

Yes, boss.

In you go.

Reception. Got prisoner Cobden.

CEVC 3944 here. Check?

Right, are we done?

-Are you done, yeah?
-That telly.

Nah, don't be pulling my telly apart.

Copy that.
All good for release.

Okay. All good.

Ta.

-Yours?
-Yeah.

-Not your mate's?
-Nah.

Listen, he's burying his dad.

And it was nowt to do with him.

It was all me and he knew

-nothing about it.
-Stand there.

CE272 to reception.

Something's wrong.

Engine off.

-Cobden?
-Yeah.

-You're going nowhere.
-What?

They've just
found a phone in your cell.

-A phone?
-Yeah.

He told me he got rid of it.

-Oh, mate.
-What?

"He told me he got rid of it."

So you knew about it?

Oh, well, what are we gonna do now?

We're going nowhere. We'll
have to get you back.

It's my father's funeral.

Look, I'm sorry.

-Where was it?
-Back of the telly.

You told me you got rid of it.

Watch what you're saying, will you?

-He knows.
-How?

'Cause I told him.

-Why?
-'Cause I'm an idiot.

You told me you got rid of it.

Well, I lied.

So it was here that night?

That night I needed to phone about my dad?

-Yeah.
-And you said it wasn't.

-Yeah.
-Why?

Well, if you'd have used
it, I'd be in trouble.

-Huh.

Makes me a total knob, don't it?

Yeah. Total knob who'd
sell his mother for drugs.

Yeah.

What are you doing?

They're splitting us up.

-This way, son.

Mark.

Someone should phone and let them know

you won't be at the funeral.

Should I do that?

Please.

I could get the order of service from them

and we could follow it in the chapel.

Have our own little Mass.
Would you like that?

Are you allowed to do that?

I can do what you need me to do.

Okay.

Is that your speech?

Yeah.

Shall I email it to them?

Please.

So, your
dad will be getting there

-round about now.
-Yes.

Your mum following. Who'll be with her?

My wife Alicia, my son Tom, my Aunt Joan.

There'll be other cars,

but I don't know who'll be in them.

My dad outlived his siblings,
but they all had kids,

so they'll all be there, and their kids.

They'll, they'll all be there.

Father Duggan will sprinkle
the coffin with holy water.

"With this water, we call
to mind John's baptism.

As Christ went through the
deep waters of death for us,

so may he bring John to the
fullness of resurrection

and life with all the redeemed."

-Amen.
-Amen.

Let us acknowledge our sins,

that we may prepare ourselves

to celebrate the sacred mysteries.

I confess to almighty God.

And to you,
my brothers and sisters,

that I have greatly sinned.

In my thoughts and in my words,

in what I have done, and in
what I have failed to do.

Through my fault, through my fault.

Through
my most grievous fault.

Therefore I ask blessed Mary ever Virgin,

all the Angels and Saints, and
you, my brothers and sisters.

To pray for me to the Lord our God.

Amen.

Sadly, Mark can't be here today,

but this is the speech he would have read.

John Thomas Cobden was born
in the hungry thirties,

the fifth of nine children,

all brought up in the same terraced house.

Can't have been easy.

He passed the scholarship to
a Catholic grammar school,

and hated it and left at 15.

Grammar school boys didn't get
their hands dirty back then,

so he took a job in the
office at Kirkmarsh.

"And that's where he met Mum." Me.

"His retirement he spent
fishing and watching football,

and for the last six, seven years or so,

watching the football
with his grandson Tom."

John Thomas Cobden, good trade unionist,

good angler, good husband,

brilliant father.

I know that Mark thinks his
father is ashamed of him

for what he did that dreadful day.

"For the pain and grief he
caused that poor man's family.

He's right, but only for
that one dreadful day."

For everything that came later,

for the way in which he
went to the police himself,

he confessed, he pleaded guilty,

he offered no plea in
mitigation whatsoever.

For the way in which he
accepted his sentence

and would gladly have accepted longer.

For the way in which he sees
every day of his imprisonment

as one more day of atonement.

Mark's father,

my John.

"Was prouder of his son
than he'd ever been."

Thank you.

I owe you one. Thanks.

No worries.

Thousands
of fireworks are about

to light up the sky above the capital.

-Ten, nine.
-Big Ben's famous bongs

-will ring out at midnight.
-Eight, seven, six,

five, four, three,

-two, one.

The judge sentenced me to life

with a minimum of ten years.

And I've done 25 and this is,

what, my sixth parole hearing?

And I know for a fact that parole will,

once again, be refused.

Not because I don't tick
all the boxes. I do.

Because of this. I still
haven't learnt who's boss.

I still haven't learnt to submit totally

to a prison officer.

I still have some independence of spirit.

You'd think you'd value that.

People who have some
independence of spirit

would surely do better out there

than people who've been crushed, but no.

You just want to show me who's boss.

You say you did something.

Something that made your victim

not want to be friends any more.

So you killed him.

Yeah.

What was it you did?

I'll answer that the way I've answered it

on each of the last five
occasions I've been here.

I'm not prepared to say.

I'm Alexander Doyle.

Bobby Doyle, the victim,
was my older brother.

I'm here today because both
my parents have now died.

My dad a few years back and

my mum three months ago.

Both died of grief.

This man didn't just
kill my brother that day,

he killed my parents too.

This man tries to paint himself

as some sort of free spirit
fighting against the system.

Well, he's no such thing.

He's a murderer.

This man implies that he
should've been out 15 years ago.

Well, my parents weren't.
Both served life.

This man refuses to reveal
what he did with my brother,

that thing he did which
cost my brother his life.

Well okay, let's clear the room,

and he can tell me face to face,

'cause I've got every right to hear it.

Can we go, please?

He'd have done anything for you.

And me too.

I told him that I loved him.

And, you know, I've been looking at loads

of college courses,

but it's definitely
something I'd like to do,

and I never would've thought
of that without coming here.

Okay, who's next?

Go on, Liam. Go on.

I used to want to come
here, to get sent here.

My dad was here. Our Peter was here.

Other lads that I know,

they'd all talk about "crappy Craigmore."

"Three years I did,"
that's what my dad says,

"and I done it standing on my head."

And everyone laughs.

The truth is I couldn't
do three days here.

It's shit.

And everyone's always sad.

So I won't be coming back.

I won't be going to any nick.

Well done, lad.

How are you, Cobden?

I'm fine, Governor. Yeah.

Marie-Louise tells me
you've been doing great work

with the kids.

Well, you know.

We've been talking.

There's a crime and punishment
conference next month.

They want a prisoner to speak.

I thought of you.

Speak about what?

Your crime. Your time here.

You'll be unescorted.

Marie-Louise has the utmost trust in you.

-A conference?
-Yeah.

Lot of people, then?

A hundred or so.

I can barely talk to a
handful of people in here,

never mind in front of a hundred, so.

I think you need to.

You did say you owed me one.

That's not fair.

I think it is.

-Where is it?
-Crewe.

How would I get there?

Taxi and train.

-On my own?
-Yeah.

Okay, er Yeah, I'll do it.

Okay,
I'll make the arrangements.

I hear you're getting out for the day.

Crime and punishment conference, eh?

Yeah.

Alone? No kangas?

-Yeah.

On the way back, I want you
to call in somewhere for me.

Why?

They'll sew something into
the lining of your coat.

You come back here, leave it in Prop.

That's all you've gotta do.

What will it be, what they sew in?

You don't need to know that.

I can't do it.

-What?
-I can't do it.

Do you or do you not owe me one?

I'm not that kind of man.

I can't walk in here with
a load of drugs on me.

My knees'll be knocking.
I'll give the game away.

I'm not the man you need.

You're exactly the man I need.

A teacher. A goody two shoes.

Who'd suspect you?

No. Please, please.

Please ask me for something
else. Anything else.

I know I owe you one, but...

I'll repay it, but please,
please don't ask me to do this.

21 Vale Road. What is it?

21 Vale Road.

It's beside the old bridge.

This side, right?

Right.

You ask the driver to wait.

You'll only be five minutes.

Right.

-What'll you be wearing?
-A suit.

Good. What's the address again?

21 Vale Road.

Good.

Under the terms of this
release on temporary licence,

you must refrain from alcohol or drugs.

You must not associate
with anyone you know

to have a criminal record
or to be of criminal intent.

You will be given a travel
warrant which you will exchange

at the station for a rail ticket.

You will be given 25 pounds in
cash for essential purchases.

Receipts will be required
for these purchases.

You have to be back here by30pm.

If you're not back here by that time,

you will be classed as unlawfully at large

and liable to arrest and penalty.

Do you have any questions?

No.

Just sign there for me.

My name is Mark Cobden

and I was a school teacher.

I was always a drinker.
I always put booze first.

I put it before my wife, my son,

my job, everything.

But then, on the 14th October 2017,

that all changed.

Can I have another please, Shannon?

Yes, of course.

Cheers.

Where have you been?

Er, departmental meeting.

-Again?
-Yeah, I know.

-All right, son?
-All right, Dad.

Shall I take over?

No, it's done.

You're cooking tomorrow, though.

Huh, right. How was school?

All right.

What d'you get up to?

Not much.

You finished your homework?

Yeah. I'm going upstairs.

Right.

What's wrong?

I just killed someone.

What?

I just killed someone. A cyclist.

I drove into him.

Where?

Carr Lane.

We've gotta go to the police.

-Yeah, yeah.
-Yeah.

Tom?

You'll have to drive.

Have you been drinking?

Yeah.

-You promised.
-I know.

I know, I just...

Are you over the limit?

Yeah.

-Inside, Tom.
-Oh.

Inside right now, please.

-Right now, Tom.
-All right!

The police found three
bars of chocolate on him.

He'd bought one for me, one
for Freddie and one for Molly.

He'd have waited for
us to finish our dinner

and he'd have said,

"Go and look what's in my coat,"

and he'd have watched
Freddie's eyes light up

on finding the chocolate.

His last thoughts were for
me and Freddie and Molly.

He was the most selfless man, Your Honour.

The irony is the most
selfless man in the world

has been killed by the most selfish.

By a man who'd drink four large vodkas

and climb into his car and not give a damn

for the safety and wellbeing of others.

By a man who'd put his own
comfort and convenience

above other people's lives.

By a man who'd leave the person he killed

lying like a dog on the pavement.

That man deserves to go to
prison for a long, long time.

That man deserves to rot
in prison and burn in hell,

so may you do that, you bastard!

-Please, Mrs Warren.
-May you rot in prison

-and burn in hell!
-Be seated.

I offered nothing in
mitigation, no excuses.

I drank four large vodkas.

And the second I turned
the key in that ignition,

I killed that man.

Me. No one else.

The trouble is when there are no excuses,

the guilt is overwhelming,

the flashbacks more and more devastating.

I dreaded those flashbacks
at the start of my sentence.

But a year or so passed and, er,

I started to welcome them.

I saw them as atonement, you see.

A few months later,

I realised that I'd been kidding myself.

They weren't atonement at all.

They were simply a reminder
of the need to atone.

More months passed

and I realised I was still kidding myself,

'cause you can never atone.

You can never atone for the
killing of another human being.

All you can do is try.

So how do I do that?

How do I try to atone?

Well, as corny as it sounds,

by living a good life.

If If I'm allowed to,

I'll continue to work
with teenagers at risk.

I'll refrain from alcohol.

And I'll try and live a good life.

Thank you.

Here we
are, mate. Vale Road.

Everything all right?

Yeah. Yeah, just take me back.

-Okay?
-No.

Couldn't do it.

Why not?

I need to live a good life

and bringing drugs into prison
is not living a good life.

You're serious?

Yeah.

You'd sooner take a caning?

Yeah.

Caning it is, then.

There's three balls missing here, lads.

Anyone seen the balls off this pool table?

You lot, there's three balls
missing off this table here.

-Where are they?

Any of you seen where these
balls have gone off this table?

I'm not messing about now.

Where's the balls off the table?

Hey, hey! There's two balls missing here!

Where are they? I'll spin your cells!

Right, I'll give yous one last chance

or I'm sounding the alarm.

Where's the balls?

Right, you leave me no choice.

Yeah? No choice.

We're gonna spin every
single one of your cells.

Start getting back to your cells.

Three balls missing here.

Break his bones.

Oi! Get off him!

That's enough, Jackson.

What's it to do with you?

Plenty. Right?

Fine.

Shit. Mark?

Mark?

Boss! Boss!

Boss!

In there, please, Eric.

Why?

Random search.

Let's not do this here.

How did you know?

I called Chapel Grove Prison.

They told me your son was
getting treated really well.

Asked myself why.

I had no choice, Joanne.

I know.

I'm really sorry.

-Hello?
-It's me.

Where are you calling from?

Police station.

What?

They searched me
this morning on my way in.

Oh, no.

They're gonna keep me here,

and magistrates' in the morning.

This isn't fair.

Love, it's Craigmore.

Will you, er, will you bring me some,

some soap and some toothpaste, please?

And I've only got my work gear,

so can you bring me some clobber?

No, because you'll get bail.

No, I won't.

They've asked me to name names.

Well, you can't.

I know.

God, you've only done what
any father would've done.

I'm just ironing a shirt for you.

-Eric?
-All right.

-Ta-ra.
-Eric?

Eric?

You ready?

Yeah.

Aye aye.

-Hey, Kav.
-You getting off, then?

Yeah, yeah, I've left some
stuff in there for you,

for you and Paul, if you want it.

Yeah. Cheers.

Shall I write? Show off a bit?

-Yeah. Good idea.

I'll write to you first, let
you know where I am and that.

-Eh?
-Great, yeah.

Thanks.

Oh, thank you, Kav. Thank you.

Come on, mate. Yeah?

Look after yourself, Mark.

You an' all.

You don't come back, yeah?

Yeah, I'll, I'll try not to.

-See you, then.
-See you.

See you, mate. Ta-ra.

Do you think I could see Daniel?

Yeah.

Hey, you all right?

It's me, Mark.

-Mark?
-Yeah.

You okay?

Yeah, I am. Getting out, mate.

Right.

I still see him.

Gerard?

I still see him, man.

Well, good luck, yeah?

Right, come on.

Yeah.

Some of these are up in
court, so they'll go first.

Some of them are moving
prison, so they go second.

But you are getting
out, so you'll go last.

Okay.

-Good luck, mate.
-Oh, thanks.

All right, Mr Mac?

All right, Mark?

Can I?

Yeah. Yeah.

-You up for sentencing?
-Yeah.

Yeah, you getting out?

Yeah.

How long did you do in the end?

Two years.

Time flies when you're having fun, eh?

Yeah.

How long will you get?

Three, if I'm lucky. Five, if I'm not.

I won't be doing it here, though.

Offer me four and I'd
snatch your hand off.

You were a good officer.

Firm but fair, you know.

Thanks.

Your Honour, I can't give you his name.

You know, he's in jail
and yet he can order men

200 miles away in another
jail to batter my son.

And if I give you his name,
then it'll just happen again.

Now, you told me if I don't name his name,

then, you know, I'll
get a longer sentence.

But I was prepared to smuggle
drugs into my own prison

to protect my son.

You know, me, an officer,
22 years impeccable service,

smuggling drugs into his own nick.

And if I was prepared to
do that to protect our son

then I'm more than ready
to do another year or so

for him, Your Honour.

Consideration will be given
to your impeccable career

and the full one third
discount for your guilty plea,

but, in all the circumstances,

that is all that can be offered.

Eric McNally, you will go
to prison for four years.

Take him down, please.

There was no way
we weren't going down.

-We were going down because-

Step to one side, please.

Go through.

Hiya.

Look at you!

Hello.

Hello.

Thanks for coming.

Would you like to sit down?

Er, do you want something?

-No. No, thanks.
-Tea or coffee?

I'm fine, thanks.

Er, do you mind if I
ask how your family are?

No. They're good.

You've got a son?

Yeah. Er, Tom.

-How's he?
-Tom? He's good, too.

You wrote me a letter.

-Yeah.
-What did it say?

I've got it here.

-"Sorry."
-Yeah.

Who does it help, me
reading it? You or me?

Um, me.

Does Tom know you were in prison?

Huh. Yeah.

Does he know what you did?

-Yeah.

People will always know
what I did. Everybody.

I owe it to me.

I owe it to you.

I owe it to your kids.

And I owe it to your husband.

This is my address.

If you write again, I will read it.

I want to forgive you, you see.

I need to forgive you, because it's...

But I can't.

I've tried, and I can't.

But I'll keep on trying.

I promise you, I'll keep on trying.

Maybe one day.

Thank you.

Have you managed to stay teetotal?

Yeah.

It's been nearly four years now.