Clink (2019) s01e08 Episode Script
Episode 8
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.
If I Were The Devil by Shakedown Stockholm 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.
Chlo.
Hey.
Nervous? I don't want to see him, Joyce.
It's OK.
Come on.
See you later, then.
I bloody hope not.
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.
I'm so sorry.
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.
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? 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.
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.
Court one, now open to the public.
Just take a seat, please.
Just right there.
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 .
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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? Shut up.
Nothing to be ashamed of.
It's not? I mean, you won't find many nice blokes at work, will y No, you're right, I'm not.
I suppose there's always our Brian.
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.
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 .
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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.
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.
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? Do something! 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.
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?! Look what you made me do! 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 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! Open the door! 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.
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.
If I Were The Devil by Shakedown Stockholm 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.
Chlo.
Hey.
Nervous? I don't want to see him, Joyce.
It's OK.
Come on.
See you later, then.
I bloody hope not.
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.
I'm so sorry.
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.
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? 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 .
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I just What? What did you do after that, Chloe? I just .
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learned to do what I was told.
Well we'll see what we can do.
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.
Court one, now open to the public.
Just take a seat, please.
Just right there.
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? Shut up.
Nothing to be ashamed of.
It's not? I mean, you won't find many nice blokes at work, will y No, you're right, I'm not.
I suppose there's always our Brian.
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.
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 .
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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.
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 .
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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 .
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not holding you, not knowing if we would be together again.
Then I realise I can endure anything .
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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 .
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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 .
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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 .
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now a free world in which to give it.
I cannot .
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I WILL not ask you to wait for me.
They say if you love somebody .
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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.
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? Do something! 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.
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?! Look what you made me do! 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 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! Open the door! 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.