- Married, miss?
- How long are you doing?
Six years.
What's his name?
- What'd you do?
- Stabbed someone.
Why won't you just tell me his name?
- Who?
- A woman.
You got kids?
- It's brave of you that, stabbing a woman.
- Only doing as I was told.
- Oh right, someone told you to do it.
Yeah.
- Who?
- Alastair Campbell.
- Follow me.
All the way through.
All right, all right.
Calm it down.
- Put your arms down, George, and then I'll speak to you.
Sit down!
- Frank, Stephen Cartwright.
- Cartwright, eight! Eight!
- You've only had 12.
I'm not telling you,
you're gonna have to wait 'til Tuesday.
- Don't be shy, in you go.
Right, a few ground rules.
Don't damage the prison property.
Don't kick the door.
Don't shout out the window.
Don't press your panic button unless you're dying.
Don't seal your outgoing mail.
Everything else you can pick up as you go along.
All right?
- Yeah. Thanks.
- You're welcome.
- Next.
- Have you seen that?
- The white's gone missing.
I want the white ball,
otherwise the association is over.
- You'll have to see the number two governor about that.
Next.
- I've been asking for weeks.
- Next.
- Don't swallow it.
- Next.
- You swallow it and you're in deep shit.
Oh, God.
- Boiler's gone.
- What, again?
- For good this time, I think.
- Did you call them?
- I tried, there's no one answering.
- What are we gonna do?
- Wrap up warm.
I've got to get ready for work.
You over there.
- "Hiya, Mum."
"Hiya kids, you all right?"
"Greater priorities"?
You what?
I've got three kids of six, eight and nine,
no hot water, no central...
Sweetheart, can you take that through to your dad?
No central heating, and a forecast of minus 12 overnight.
I'd like to see a greater priority than that.
- I'm home, love.
- Hi, babe.
Need a new boiler, it's two grand.
- Two grand?
That's without labour.
We can get a standing one cheaper,
but wall-mounted with the power we need is two grand.
- What will we do?
- Uh, a lot of overtime?
I've got to go, babe.
I'm gonna be late.
- All right.
- See you.
See you, kids.
Be good for your dad, please.
- Is that you, miss?
- Where's your toothbrush?
Well, get it out.
You live here now.
- Right.
- You know, it would be easier
if you made a bit of an effort.
- Right.
- Are you on something?
- No.
Do you need something?
Anti-depressants, anything like that?
- He told me not to touch them.
- Who?
- Alastair Campbell.
- You taking the piss?
- No.
- Are you well?
- Homesick.
Then why don't you write?
Write a letter to your mam.
- Write a letter to me mam?
- Yeah.
- No pen.
- Oh. Uh, here.
There you go, pencil.
- Thank you.
- Tina?
Saul Garvey's got bellyache again.
Needs to go to healthcare.
- What, now?
- Yeah, they can't come for him
'cause they're shorter than we are.
- Frank, I think this one's a nutter.
- Why?
- I don't know, I just do.
We should two him up.
Don't think we should leave him on his own.
- Two him up, okay.
Get Garvey.
- All right.
Garvey!
- Oi, I thought you'd finished, mate?
- I told you, I haven't finished the game yet.
What do you mean
you haven't finished the game yet?
- Hey!
- They're keeping hold of Garvey.
Doc will see him later.
- Hey! Hey! Hey!
Put down those cues now!
Give me that!
- Did you not you move him, Frank?
- I warned you!
I warned you.
- Oh, Christ.
Frank!
Stephen?
Stephen!
Oh, God, what have you done?
You stupid idiot.
What have you done?
Frank!
Help me!
- Gary!
Back to your cells now!
- Help me! Get the M.O.!
- Back to your cells now!
Gary, in number eight now!
- Move back! Get out of the way!
Move!
- Get the number one governor down here quick.
- Get in your cell!
You, get back!
Get back.
You go over there.
Come on.
- You can handle it, you big poofter.
- What you gonna do now, sir?
What you gonna do?
- Another one bites the dust.
- Get in your cell, Jonno!
You lot, get back!
- He didn't have the bottle, did he?
He didn't have the bottle like me!
- Get back!
You lot, get back!
Back off!
In your cells, come on!
Eight, nine, ten, eleven.
One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, eight,
nine, ten, eleven, twelve.
One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, eight, nine.
One, two, three, four-
- Leave him.
- Six, seven, eight, nine.
- Don't touch anything.
Leave everything exactly-
- I asked you to two him up.
- I was gonna.
Come on, let's go.
- We can't leave him like this.
- Got to.
It's a crime scene now.
- Why'd you leave him on his own, Frank?
- Had he been written up?
Tell me he hadn't.
The governor wanted to know
whether Stephen Cartwright
had been written up as at risk of suicide.
Is that correct? - Yes.
And had he been?
- No.
I also informed the governor
that the medical officer
that had seen Stephen in the reception
had no concerns about his state of mind.
- Did you yourself have any reason to be concerned?
- No.
His probation report hadn't been received at that point.
And Stephen Cartwright
had not threatened to harm himself
in any way?
- Not to my knowledge.
The lad's death was a tragedy,
but all of the proper procedures were followed.
- His death could not reasonably have been prevented?
- No.
- Know anything about this?
- He was writing to his mum, sir.
- It'll have to be entered as evidence.
You okay?
You want to see the M.O.?
Do you want to go home?
- I'll keep an eye on her, sir.
- I'm fine, thanks.
Any reason to anticipate problems over this?
No, sir.
Officer Dakin?
- No, sir.
- Good.
There'll be an inquiry, obviously,
but everything should be perfectly straightforward.
Nothing to worry about.
- Hiya, who are you visiting?
- Me lad, Stephen Cartwright.
Is there a problem?
- No.
No, no problem.
- What's up?
- Where's the senior officer?
- He's out there, but he's with the number one governor.
Why? What's up?
- That's his dad.
- Who's dad?
- Who do you think, Gary?
Oh, shit.
- Why would you tell me that?
Why would you say that to me?
When I leave.
Why would you say that to me?
Don't go.
Hey. Hey!
Don't you fucking go.
- Jonno!
Don't you dare go, you stupid bitch!
Jonno!
Come back here you stupid bitch!
- Jonno!
- You stay out of it.
You keep your nose out, right?
- Sit down.
- You keep your fucking nose out!
- Sit down.
We've had a suicide, Jonno.
Otherwise I'd be dragging you
right up to the governor's office.
Do you understand?
- Right, miss.
- Visiting is hard enough without people like you
making it even harder.
So shut it.
- I'll find out what's gone on for you, yeah?
- Yeah.
- Oh, sir.
He's here, Stephen Cartwright's father.
- I know.
I'm waiting for confirmation from the pathologist.
- It's just he's not been told.
- You've not said anything?
- No.
- Good.
We shouldn't be long,
but we do need to confirm that it is suicide.
- He's just been sitting there for over an hour, you see-
- I'm not gonna tell a man
that his son has killed himself
until I know for a fact that he's killed himself.
We'll be in as soon as we can.
Now, can I suggest that you...
Yes, hello?
- What's going on?
- I think the governor wants to see you.
- Why?
- I don't know.
- Well, I think you do, love.
To tell you the truth,
I'm getting a bit suspicious and a bit nervous.
Can you tell me what's going on?
- I don't know.
- I don't believe you.
My son is here, isn't he? - Yeah.
And he's okay?
- Yeah.
- So can I see my son now, please?
Can I please see my son?
- The governor's here.
He'll explain to you.
- Mr. Cartwright?
- Yes.
- I'm Mr. Ferris, the governor.
Would you come with me, please?
- No, I'd like to see my son first,
thank you very much.
- This would be easier
if we could go somewhere more private-
- Why?
- Please, Mr. Cartwright.
Why would it be easier?
- Mr. Cartwright, I'm sorry to have to tell you this,
but your son is dead.
- What?
- Your son, Stephen, is dead.
- Dead?
I'm very sorry.
My sincere condolences.
- How?
- There's to be a full investigation, naturally,
but there's every indication that he took his own life.
- How?
How did he take his own life?
- He hanged himself.
- Where?
- In his cell.
We'll go somewhere and talk.
You too, Officer Dakin.
- Yeah, he seemed like a normal lad.
No sign of anything wrong with him at all.
And you brought him in?
- I picked him up from Grange in a taxi, sir,
and travelled in with him.
- And he seemed fine to you?
- Yes, sir.
Not depressed or...
- No, sir.
- It wasn't depression.
He used to think that people were talking to him
from the telly.
Politicians, people like that.
Any sign of that?
- No, sir.
When I put him into his cell, there was no sign of that.
None later?
- No, sir.
I checked on him the next morning.
He'd slept well, and everything seemed fine.
You weren't concerned
about leaving him on his own?
- Definitely not, sir.
And did you see him again?
- Only when I...
I took an inmate to sick bay, sir.
I was there for some hours.
When I returned, I checked on Stephen immediately,
and I found him.
- And you tried resuscitation?
Yes, sir.
- Thank you.
Mr. Cartwright?
- Why was he on his own?
- It's policy.
- Even if they're ill?
- We didn't know he was ill.
If he was ill, we should've been told.
That's a mistake, I know.
But it's down to the people at the other end,
the people in Grange.
Here we did nothing wrong, Mr. Cartwright.
I promise you that.
- Thank you.
- Hiya.
Yeah, Can you go in late?
Just a couple of hours.
I really can't today.
- I owe you one.
- Yeah, I know.
An hour, then.
We had a suicide.
- I'd have done the same for you.
- Thanks.
Why did you leave him on his own?
- I forgot he was there.
You were in sick bay with Garvey for hours.
God knows what you were doing in there.
- Hold on, there was no one to take him off my hands.
- Me and Gary...
And Gary is as good as two men short.
I never had a minute.
- Oh, God, it's warm.
- Blow heaters. You okay?
- Yeah.
Where'd you get them?
- You've had suicides before.
- Yeah, I found him though.
- Oh, love.
I'm so sorry, love.
You're a taxi driver?
I am.
And you work for Omega Cabs
in and around Manchester?
I do.
You do contract work?
Yeah, yeah.
- Sorry, members of the jury,
would you mind leaving the court for a few minutes?
I need to discuss a matter of law with counsel.
You may stand down.
I do not think that there could be any
perception of bias in relation to this present case,
but if you wish to make representations, please do.
It was I who sentenced the young man who died, you see.
- Oh, I could get used to this, Ray.
What time are the kids back?
- Eight she said.
Put them straight to bed.
- Mm.
- We could pop up there ourselves before they get back.
- Oh, it's too cold, Ray.
- Well, down here then, on the rug.
- Yeah. All right.
Do the washing up first, though.
- Okay.
- Told his dad a pack of lies, Ray.
Do you know what he said to me at the end of it?
"Thank you."
- Why didn't you think?
- There was no time.
I mean, he's dead.
Then his dad's in.
And Frank's lying through his teeth.
I've got to do the same.
- Well, you can't go on lying.
- I've got to.
- You lie under oath and it's perjury.
Prison officer plus perjury,
five years minimum, I'd say.
And half an hour ago I was on a promise.
I don't suppose you understand printers, do you?
Wireless printers?
Set it up as per.
Did exactly as I was told.
- I'm gonna ask to see the governor, Frank.
- Huh?
- I'm gonna ask to see the governor.
- Why?
- Uh, to tell him the truth.
I did ask you to two that boy up.
You didn't, and he died.
I'd lie for you, Frank.
I would.
I'd lie through my teeth for you.
You know I would.
- Well, that's all I'm asking you to do.
- Well, no, mate.
There'll be an inquest, won't there?
I'll be under oath.
I can't lie under oath.
- Right.
- I've got three kids, Frank.
I know.
- I'd get five years.
I mean, I'm a prison officer.
Do you think I'd be able to keep that quiet
for five years, I'm a screw?
No way. They'd crucify me.
- Right.
- Oh, for God's sake, Frank.
- I understand your dilemma, all right?
But you only go down if you get caught.
How are you gonna get caught?
- I don't know.
- There's no way.
There's only two of us who know the truth,
so you can't possibly get caught.
- I can't take that risk.
- There's no risk.
There's none.
- I'm sorry, mate.
- I've got family, too, you know.
- I know that, Frank.
That's why I've thought it through really clearly, right?
And you'll come out of it squeaky clean.
I promise you, you will.
- How?
- Just tell the truth.
- The truth?
- Yeah.
- What, "She said he was a nutter, sir.
"He needed twoing up, and I totally forgot about him."
- Yes, you're an experienced officer
and you forgot about a lad like that.
Why?
'Cause we're totally run off our feet.
We're two P.O.s short, and that's before anyone's off sick.
That is why mistakes happen, Frank.
- He wouldn't hear any of that.
He'll hear you blaming me, that's all.
- Blaming the way things are,
not blaming you in any way whatsoever.
- I don't want you to do this, Tina.
- I've got to.
I'm sorry, love.
- Good luck, mate.
- Put you in instead shall we, Jonno?
- Why me?
Why are you always on my case?
Don't go in there,
'cause you'll never come out again.
Last one hung himself.
- No.
- You're perfectly safe.
Go on.
Go on!
Right, a few ground rules.
Don't damage prison property.
Don't kick your door.
Don't shout out the window.
Don't press your panic button unless you're dying.
Don't seal your outgoing mail.
Everything else you can pick up as you go along.
All right?
- I'm scared.
- You suicidal?
- Just scared.
- Good.
- Did you ask to see the governor?
- Yeah.
- Has he agreed?
- Yeah.
- When?
- Uh, four o'clock.
- Okay, I've got three points to make, Tina.
Will you listen to them very, very carefully?
- Yeah.
- Okay.
One.
I'll tell you what killed him.
It was all the shit that brought him here.
It was nothing to do with me.
That was always gonna happen.
Short-staffed or overstaffed,
we can't watch them 24 hours a day.
- I know that, Frank,
but I've still got to tell the truth.
- Okay.
Two.
He stabbed a woman, didn't he?
- Yeah.
- Scum.
- Yeah.
- So you are putting scum
before a mate and a colleague?
Scum.
- I've got to.
- Three-quarters of this scum
will re-offend, Tina.
Every boy in here is three times more likely
to re-offend as not to.
Three times more likely to destroy to rob an old woman.
some poor old bugger's life.
The only one that's not is Stephen Cartwright
'cause he's dead.
He's dead 'cause I fucked up.
But fucking up,
I did some poor old bastard somewhere a favour.
And why kick off over that?
Why make a fuss over scum?
- I'm not doing it for scum.
I'm doing it for my family.
- All right.
Three, and I really didn't want to get to three.
- What is it?
- If you're not prepared to watch a mate's back,
why should a mate watch yours?
- Oh, right.
Is that a threat, Frank?
- No. Of course not.
- Officer alone here.
Officer Best?
Oh, God.
Don't do this, Jonno.
You don't want to do this.
- You absolutely love it.
You get off on it, don't you.
Strutting your stuff,
sticking your tits out,
waggling your ass,
all the lads looking and gagging for it?
We all know you love it.
- No!
- So, sound, here it is.
Now you're getting it.
Now you're getting it, right?
I'm sorry this is hurting a bit, miss.
You know what I mean?
'Cause you're used to that
husband's of yours, aren't you?
That little prick with a very little dick?
So this is a bit of a surprise for you, isn't it?
- I've got to go home, Frank.
- Why?
- Not well.
- You okay to drive?
- Yeah.
You're seeing the governor at 4:00.
- Can't.
I'll tell him.
- Thanks.
- Want me to make another appointment for you
or shall I just leave it?
What are you doing home?
- I'm not well.
What is it?
- Tummy.
Time of the month?
- Yeah.
- Well, I won't ask to get in with you then.
No.
- Shall I make you a cup of tea?
- Yeah, thanks.
Don't you need to go and get the kids?
- There's plenty of time.
You want one?
- Yeah.
Right.
- Can you pull the door over,
keep the heat in?
- Right.
- The governor wants to see you.
Is it this?
Jonno gave it in.
How did he get it?
Why does the governor want to see you?
- Can I go, please?
Can
I
go
please?
- Come in.
- You wanted to see me, sir.
This boy's got something to say.
- I'm sorry, miss.
And?
- It won't happen again.
I promise.
I've given him two weeks' loss of privileges.
And if it does happen again, he's on H Wing.
You think you'd like H Wing?
No, sir.
- I will not tolerate anyone
swearing at my officers,
particularly in front of members of the public,
particularly during visits.
Is that clear?
- Yes, sir.
Take him back, please, Officer Dakin.
- Yes, sir.
Move!
I can do this job
with gobshites like you sniggering behind my back.
That's why I've kept my mouth shut, right?
- Right.
- You gonna keep yours shut?
- Yes, miss.
- You'd better.
The thing about rape, Jonno,
you leave a lot of DNA behind.
- Right.
I've got it to come on at 6:00,
go off at 8:30,
on again at 4:00 for the kids, yeah?
Uh, 3:00.
3:00 it is.
Off again at half 10:00, yeah?
- Yeah.
- And any time you want,
just press "override"
and it'll come on.
- Thanks.
Great boiler.
What'd it cost you?
Two grand, something like that?
- A lot more than that.
What are you doing?
- Windows, miss.
- Your water's filthy.
- I know, miss.
- Yeah, well change it then.
Where, miss?
- Scousers, eh?
- You what?
- Scousers.
"Always up to something."
Jack Straw.
- Oh, right, Frank.
What exactly is he up to?
- Compensation, isn't it?
Got to show us that he's traumatised
'cause he's got some lawyer on it,
expecting megabucks.
- Miss, where?
- The tap! Over there! Go on!
- Says he wants to see the cell his lad died in.
We've got to show it to him.
- I'm not doing it.
- I was the last person to see him alive.
You were the last person to speak to him.
We've got to do it.
- You do it.
I'm not.
- I can't do it on my own.
- Mr. Cartwright, you've met Officers Dakin and Best?
- Yeah.
- Right, well,
I will leave you to it for now.
But I will see you before you go.
- Right, thanks.
I wasn't thinking straight last time we met.
- That's understandable.
- But I've had a bit of time to think now,
so I've got a couple of questions.
- Right.
- We spoke in the visits room, right?
Yeah.
Right after you found my son.
Yeah.
Right after you tried
to resuscitate him.
- Yes.
- But you didn't mention the small matter of him being dead.
- No.
- Why not?
- Uh, I couldn't.
- Couldn't 'cause you were upset
or couldn't 'cause your boss wouldn't let you?
- Both.
- Why wouldn't he let you?
- I don't know.
- Is it 'cause he was cobbling a story together?
- No.
- I don't believe you.
- Mr. Cartwright!
- When you returned from the sick bay,
you immediately checked on my son.
- Yes. - Is that right?
- Yes. - Why?
Sorry?
- Why immediately?
- I just did.
- You must have been worried about him.
- Yeah. - Why?
- He was new, so-
- He was new, and
you just always worry about the new ones.
- Shall we?
- You left him in here on his own?
- Yes.
- How long for?
Well, we checked on him quite a few times.
- How long was he on his own for?
- About 28 hours altogether.
- How did he do it?
- He ripped up the sheet
and tied the pieces together.
Sorry, on the radiator.
- Show me.
Please.
- He had it round here, like this.
And then it was tied onto there.
- I was told that he'd hanged himself.
Yes.
- That's not hanging.
That's strangling.
There's a world of difference between the two, isn't there?
If you hang yourself, there's no going back.
No matter how unbearable it gets, there's no going back.
But strangling!
You got to be pretty determined
to strangle yourself to death!
This must be some shit hole
to make him strangle himself to death!
Yeah?
- Yeah.
You said that you checked on him.
Yeah.
- So were you the last one to see him?
- Uh, no.
- Who was?
What was he doing?
- He was writing a letter.
- Writing a letter?
- To his mum.
We can't show it to you just now,
'cause it's evidence.
- Why was he writing a letter to his mum?
- I suggested it.
- You suggested he write a letter to his mum?
- Yeah.
- His mum's dead, love!
You suggest he write a letter to his dead mother,
and then five minutes later he's dead too!
Can we go now, please?
- You looked at your watch.
- What?
- Just now, in the cell.
- Yeah?
- He was talking about his son.
You looked at your watch.
- 'Cause
we've got jobs to do.
- Hello?
Hiya, love.
- Hi, love, you all right?
Yeah.
Listen, I'm just about to go in and see the governor.
I've got something to tell him,
but I wanted you to know about it first.
What is it?
- Eight days ago,
a boy called John Tomkinson raped me.
Frank set me up for it.
He did it because I was gonna tell the truth
about the death of Stephen Cartwright.
- Which is?
- Stephen Cartwright wouldn't have died
if Frank Best had done as I asked
and two-ed him up.
- You told that boy's father he was fine,
no cause for concern.
- I lied.
Did you investigate her allegations?
Of course.
Did you find there was any truth to them?
- None whatsoever.
You claim you had serious concerns
about failures and deficiencies
in the current prison system.
- Yes.
- So, had you written to your MP about it?
- No.
- Or perhaps put your concerns in writing
to the governor, Mr. Ferris,
or to the board of visitors,
or the Chief Inspector of Prisons?
- No.
Or maybe you had approached the government.
The prisons minister, say?
- No.
- Well, what did you do then,
about these serious concerns?
- Nothing.
Nothing.
No further questions.
- Sorry, can I say something,
please, your honour?
- Yes.
- Um, I'd just like to say to Mr. Cartwright
that I'm so sorry for lying to him.
And can I say that the look he gave me
when I was telling those lies
will stay with me for the rest of my life?
And I am so, so sorry.
- Married, miss?
What?
- Stop the car.
- Here?
- Yeah, please.
- What are you doing?
- Go.
- What?
- Just go.
Tina, what are you doing?
- I'm letting him go.
- How long are you doing, lad?
- Twelve.
Twelve?
He's killed someone.
- I don't care, go.
- You'll get 12,
they'll send you down for this you crack mare.
- You'll die in there, love.
Go on, go, go!
- Home?
- I'm blowing it in.
- No! Anywhere but there.
They'll find you there.
You won't make it in there.
It's not safe in there.
Now, go, go on.
Go, please, go.
Now! Now! Just run!
Run!
She's let him go.
I don't believe it.
She just let him go.
- The report said that there'd been a lot of damage
to his sternum and his ribs,
and I couldn't understand how that could happen.
So I asked the pathologist,
and they said that it's because somebody fought like mad
to save him, to try and resuscitate him.
Someone didn't give up on my son.
And that someone was prison officer Tina Dakin.
Thank you.
- Members of the jury, are you agreed upon a verdict?
- We are.
- Do you find the defendant
guilty or not guilty
of the charge of assisting a prisoner to escape?
Guilty.
And is that the verdict of you all?
It is.
- Christina Dakin,
you have been found guilty of a serious offence.
One that has led already to your dismissal
from the Prison Service,
and that now merits a custodial sentence.
But whilst I accept that your intentions were honourable,
your actions were thoroughly misguided.
I send many young men to detention
or young offenders' institutions.
It was I who sentenced Stephen Cartwright.
I sentenced him to six years.
I did not anticipate that he would, in fact, die in custody.
Christina Dakin, I sentence you to one year in prison,
but I will suspend it for one year.
You are free to go.
Yay!