All language subtitles for Law.and.Order.UK.S03E05_Legendas01.ENG

In the criminal justice system,

the people are represented
by two separate yet equally important groups.

The police,
who investigate crime,

and the Crown Prosecutors,
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

Throw the gun down.

Throw the gun down!

Kelisha!

It's my go now, anyway.

- "Want it? Can't have it!"
- Shanay, give me the gun.

- Shanay don't be like that!
- "Want it? Can't have it!"

Shanay! Gimme the gun,
don't be like that!

I gotta merk you first.

Bang!

Bang!

Couple of kids found the gun in the bin.
Then they found him.

- Any ID?
- His wallet's gone.

- What do you reckon, mugging gone wrong?
- At gun point?

Four-gun point robberies
in the estate, this year.

Russian made Baikal. Nine mil.

Well, Baikal's are used
to shoot teargas pellets.

This one's been converted.
Shoots live bullets.

And he was target practice.

Anymore on the gun?

Well, both the girl's prints
were all over it,

but it looks like
whoever shot him was wearing gloves

because forensics
have found traces of latex.

Can we link a Baikal
to any known sources?

Well, these
converted teargas pistols are getting popular.

We had two teen drug dealers
shot in New Cross last month.

So it could be a gang link.

- Guv!
- On my way.

- Any news on the ID?
- Prison Service just confirmed it.

What he's a con?

He's a prison officer.

Charlie Tyner. Wife and three kids.
Eighteen years in the same job.

Ashbridge Prison.

Suddenly six months ago,
Charlie gets promotion.

Senior Officer at Cold Norton.

Cold Norton's the other side
of Essex.

So what's Charlie doing
wandering down Murder Mile?

That my boys,
is for you to find out.

In case you're worried love,
that ain't a file.

Charlie Tyner works
as a regular officer at Ashbridge for eighteen years,

then all of a sudden
becomes ambitious?

Charlie wanted to be there
for his kids when they were growing up.

He applied for the promotion
the second his youngest went off to uni.

And he was a good officer, yeah?

The best.

Last week, he found
one of the girls trying to hang herself.

Charlie cut her down,
gave her mouth to mouth.

- Do you get a lot of suicide attempts?
- Too many.

Most of the women
have mental health or addiction issues.

If one of Charlie's girls
self-harmed or attempted suicide,

he'd take it very personally.

His girls?

All of our girls
have personal officers.

Someone to go to
if they've got a problem.

And what about Charlie?
Did he have any problems of his own?

Or-- or did he make any enemies?

He locked up Cat A prisoners.
What do you think?

Ok well,
did he rattle anyone's cage in particular?

Not here.

But there was a male prisoner
at Ashbridge.

Ellis Bevan.

Convicted
for abusing little boys.

I gave Charlie time off
to speak against his release

at his parole hearing.

And we can find this Bevan
at Ashbridge?

Probation will have his address.
He got out two days ago.

Ok,
not to worry, thanks Trev.

Well, probation haven't seen him
since he got out.

What he's gone AWOL?

Uniform spoke to his room-mate
at the bail hostel.

Apparently, our Mr. Bevan's
has landed himself a job.

Nice to see his criminal record
didn't hold him back.

So where do we find him?

Well,
let's put it this way, Mattie.

You're gonna have
to be on your best behavior.

Eh?

No running, bombing, diving
or heavy petting.

Careful, alright.
Watch my floor.

Watch my floor!
You might get it wet!

Go on, get off will you. Go on!

Ellis Bevan?

Who wants to know?

Can't you guys just leave me be?

Message
from your probation officer, Ellis,

you forgot to sign the register.

And yet here you are working
with kids.

I-- I-- I'm rehabilitated.

I-- I took the Sex Offender
Treatment Program.

Mention that when you applied
for the job?

It's not a job.
I'm volunteering.

Oh well, that's alright then.

Ellis Bevan,
I'm arresting you...

for breaking the conditions
of your license.

I was somebody.

Swansea Life Guard of the year,
five times on the bounce.

Why don't you tell us
about your grudge against Charlie Tyner.

See this?

I was on the numbers
for protection.

Tyner comes for me,
says I got to go and see the Governor,

takes me to this empty TV room.

Then this lifer comes in

and starts throwing
boiling water over me, dun he?

Well, Tyner
just stood there laughing.

He may
as well've done it himself.

Makes it harder to win over
the little boys, does it?

That happened once
and he was nearly sixteen.

So, you thought
you'd get your own back on Tyner?

I'd like to.

I bet it made you feel
like a big man

watching Charlie Tyner beg
for his life.

What he's dead?

Like you didn't know.

You two are joking, right?

So what did he do?

Piss off a few of your pals
on Fraggle Rock?

Did you all club together,
get a gun?

What-- do I look like
the sort of bloke who carries a shooter?

Where were you last night Ellis?

Bed.

My curfew's at eight pm,
isn't it?

Serco has Ellis Bevan
and his tag in that hostel all night.

Well, if Daffyd Hasselhoff
was tucked up with his cocoa

then who shot Charlie Tyner?

They say money talks.

Find out how FIU's getting on
with his bank statements.

Right,
Financial Investigation Unit found a regular payment,

and it is not Charlie Tyner's
gas bill.

- The Star Hotel?
- Yes.

The Star Hotel Harlesden.

What is family man Charlie Tyner
doing staying at The Star Hotel in Harlesden

once a fortnight
up until six months ago?

There was a shooting
at The Star Hotel, right?

Dealer was gunned down
whilst he was at it with a tom.

Bullet went through them both,
if I remember.

Knocking shop.

Was. Got shut down.

Yeah, after the shooting.

Still, shouldn't be hard to find
one of the girls who used to work there.

The girls
from The Star Hotel reckoned you'd gone up in the world.

Charlie Tyner.

Used to be one of your regulars
at The Star.

I don't do that now. I dance.
That's all I do.

But you know him, right?

Kalina, he's dead.
Someone put a bullet through his head.

Maybe they didn't like
what he was into.

And what was he into?

What was he into?

Heroin.

Are you saying he was using?

Using?

Charlie was a dealer.

Well, if he was dealing
it explains how he wound up

in Hackney
with his brains blown out.

So, what do you reckon?
Pissed off a rival dealer?

He pissed someone off.

I tell you what,
half a kilo of smack's

a lot to shift in a fortnight.

Must've had a lot of customers.

Must've had a captive audience.

Well, drugs either
get in on visits or over the wall.

Or in a dodgy screw's lunch box.

Well, if Charlie was
dealing drugs at Cold Norton,

then someone there's gotta know
about it.

Tamika Vincent.

Mandatory drug testing
every couple of months,

no trouble
only this time she refused, went mental.

And that's not like her?

No, I mean she's had
some trouble in the past,

but she's been
keeping her head down, wants to get back to her kid.

I was trying
to talk her into making the most of her time,

you know, do a few courses.

Did you get her sample?

Officer Dawson
gave her a choice.

Take the test or two weeks
in segregation.

- Which did she choose?
- She chose the seg.

No TV, no visits, no privileges,
no nothing.

Tamika Vincent,
more than she deserved, mouthy little cow.

- Can we talk to her?
- She's still down the block.

Been there three weeks,
still can't behave.

Threw her lunch over me
yesterday.

I should've C and R'ed her,
only new boy here's a softy.

- C and R?
- Control and restraint.

If her lot could be banged up
on the block twenty-four seven,

it'd make our lives
a lot easier.

- I thought she'd started education.
- Education?

The only lesson she needs
to learn is who's boss around here.

- Isn't that right new boy?
- Yeah.

Another couple of weeks
in the seg, that'll teach her.

Who's Tamika's personal officer?

Charlie's girls haven't been
assigned new ones yet.

Short staffed as it is.
Now we got all Charlie's bodies too.

Still, nice to have time
to read the paper, ay?

Charlie Tyner was
your personal officer.

So?

So, that means you must've got
to know him pretty well?

Feeding your habit, was he?

I ain't no bag head.

Come on Tamika. We know you're using.
Was Tyner supplying you?

Well if he was...

I wouldn't be telling
a couple of five-o now would I?

Tamika Vincent
is from the same estate

in Hackney
where Charlie Tyner was shot.

- She knows something.
- Yeah, but she's not talking.

Alesha Phillips was
on the prosecuting team.

Tamika was
a body-packer.

She flew out to Jamaica,
swallowed condoms full of cocaine

and flew back to the UK.

Must've been a hell of a stash
to bag seven years on a first offence.

She swallowed ten condoms,
ten grams in each.

She gets seven years,
and our Welsh paedo gets three?

Take it up with the Judiciary.

We offered to drop the charges
if she gave evidence

against the dealer
she was muling for.

You knew who he was?

Was Jackson Marshal.

Well,
we've been after him for years.

I've lost count
of the number of women doing time for Marshal.

I thought we had a real chance
to put him away,

but without Tamika's help
we couldn't prove a thing.

So Tamika took the rap?

Like all the others.
Make yourself useful.

Blimey.

She gives us the goods
on Marshal, she gives it to us,

we talk to the parole board?

Good luck with that.

Marshal's got his mules
exactly where he wants them,

in prison
away from their families.

If they talk,
someone they love gets hurt.

I thought Tamika'd be out
on a tag by now?

Well, she was supposed
to be out six months ago

but she hasn't exactly toed
the line on the inside.

Girl's had more adjudications
than Ronnie's had kebabs.

She had a baby.
I thought that'd be an incentive

to get home quick as she can.

Well, you wanna see the state
of her arms.

She's cut her wrists
right up to her elbows.

I mean poor kid's gotta really
hate herself to do something like that.

Tamika knows
what Charlie Tyner was up to.

Only she, well,
she won't talk to us.

You want me to go?
No, Matt, I'm so not her favorite person.

What's not to like?

Wouldn't hurt to call her brief?

Take me back to the block.

- In you go.
- I'm not going in there. Don't touch me.

I said take me back to my cell.

Please Tamika,
just hear me out...

Like you're gonna say
anything I wanna hear?

Sit down, Miss Vincent,

she's offering you the chance
of an early release.

I'm dealing
with the Charlie Tyner case.

- All I need--
- You need me to help you?

It's not like you helped me
three years ago...

- Blood.
- I tried to.

Yeah, right.

Let's just talk
about Charlie Tyner, shall we?

Charlie who?

Do you think I wanted
to see you sent to prison?

We both know
you imported those drugs for Jackson Marshal.

If he hadn't got you
so brainwashed

you might have done yourself
a favor.

Yeah, but I don't blab
so you dump it all on me.

It wasn't my decision.

For a few grams of coke
you took me away from my little girl,

got me banged up
in this shit-hole yet you get to go...

- Please Tamika.
- ...home to your posh flat

and your happy families
while I'm rotting...

- Sit down Tameka.
- ...in here.

- Tameka, please.
- You messed up my life. Bitch.

- You did this to me.
- Tameka! Tameka! Tameka! Tameka!

- You can take the girl outta Hackney.
- You should see the other girl.

Are you going to press charges?

And give her a real reason
to hold a grudge against me?

Anyway, I've found something.

Two days
before Charlie Tyner's death, Tamika called a mobile phone.

The Central Task Force
have been monitoring it.

Belongs to one Jackson Marshal.

You're thinking
he pulled the trigger?

It wouldn't be the first time.

The police reckon
he's responsible

for half a dozen
drug related shootings, they just can't prove it.

And we know he's capable
of moving large quantities of drugs.

So Marshal gets the drugs
to Tyner, Tyner gets them to the prison dealers.

And Tamika gets caught up
in the middle? Again.

If she'd help us put him
where he belongs

then he couldn't have
touched her.

You really don't like losing,
do you?

The girl attacked me James.

I'm not exactly feeling
the love right now.

Murder beats a drugs charge
any day of the week.

If Marshal did kill Tyner
and you can get her to talk...

I can put him inside for life.

She's too busy lashing out
to listen to me.

Oh,
you've seen where she grew up.

Seen it?
I grew up there.

She could be
in my shoes if she wanted.

And you could be sewing mailbags
at Cold Norton?

No, because I got up
off my backside and worked three jobs

to get myself
through law school.

Maybe, she didn't have
your brains or your balls.

We need her to talk. Forget your history.
Talk to her family.

No way Tamika's involved in drugs.
It was a one off, a mistake.

She hasn't mentioned
any problems to you?

We only get up there
once a month.

Takes three hours
by public transport.

All she wants to do on visits
is hug her little girl.

Did she mention
her personal officer at all?

Charlie Tyner.

What's he got to do with Tamika?

We think she might be able
to help us find his killer.

If she does,
she could get her home early on a tag.

Tag? What about her appeal?

I'm sorry,
her appeal was turned down six months ago.

She called me about it
last week.

I've borrowed money
for the solicitor.

- Tameka sent someone round for it.
- Who?

I need to know Mrs. Vincent.

Bloke she used to be involved with.
Before she went down.

Jackson Marshal?

You need to take the back
and these stairs.

Rise and shine.

Well,
unless he's had a sex change and started bleaching,

that is not Jackson Marshal.

Nah, this is Jackson Marshal.

You wanna tell me why you people
are carving up my yard?

Translate Matty.
I don't speak wannabe gangster.

Ain't no wannabe about it.
Old man.

Which is why
we're carving up your yard.

Listen I want my brief here
quick time, you feel me?

Jackson Marshall,
I am arresting you on suspicion of conspiracy

to murder Charlie Tyner.

Right, so what have we got here?

Fish fingers, pizza,
ice cream...

and nine-millimeter bullets.

You didn't buy those at Iceland.

So, who am I s'posed to've shot?

A prison officer
called Charlie Tyner.

What issue would I have
with some screw?

Nearest I been to jail is
when I pass go.

And my top hat landed on
Pall Mall.

Do you think this is a game,
Jackson?

Do you have any proof gentlemen?

Well, we have your client having
a telephone conversation

with a Miss Tamika Vincent,

a prisoner at Cold Norton,
two days prior to the murder.

We have your client
collecting cash from Miss Vincent's mother

and we have
your client's car parked

two hundred meters
from the scene.

He could go on.

Or Mr. Marshal could cooperate.

Do you like this game Jackson?

So, what did you
and Tamika Vincent talk about on the phone?

Did she ask you to kill Tyner?

Forensics are
taking your life apart.

They're going through your flat,
your clothes, your car.

If they find any evidence that
you fired a gun

then it's bye bye penthouse,
hello prison cell.

Tamika called me up,

said she wanted that screw dead
but I told her no.

Got someone else instead.

So then, why did she give you
five hundred quid?

She owed me.
I called in my debt.

Did Tamika say anything
about why she wanted Tyner dead?

I didn't ask her.

I told her I wasn't for hire.

His heart wouldn't even
skip a beat while he pulled the trigger.

We need to put that gun
in Marshal's hand.

Maybe forensics'll turn up
some gunpowder residue on his clothes.

We need more than maybes.

What about Tamika?

Well, Marshal's used her
in the past, I think he's using her now.

As a cover perhaps?

We're not going to get a word
of truth out of Marshal.

There's got to be another girl
at Cold Norton doing time for him.

God did the right thing
taking that screw off our hands.

Girls got no chance
staying clean with Tyner round.

- He was bringing drugs in?
- Supplying every dealer in here.

Do you know
who was supplying Tyner?

Jackson Marshal, ain't it?

Tamika won't talk to us
about Marshal.

Girl thinks she's in love.

Man don't care 'bout no one
but himself.

They're still in a relationship?

In her head they are.

A couple of days
before Tyner got merked,

I heard her on the phone,
begging him to help her out.

Did it sound like he agreed?

Sounded like it, yeah.

But the man's full of shit
and she laps it up.

Thinks she's his number one.

But you know she isn't, right?

It's what he does.

Finds a girl,

sweet talks her
into muling for him,

and before you know it, boom.

You're face down
on some airport floor

and some other fool's
walking right past

with two suitcases full of gear.

Tamika was a decoy?

He fooled her...
the same way he fooled me.

Would you give evidence
against Marshal?

Jardine. Jardine!
Hear us out please--

Look, I'll stand by what I said
about Tamika,

but Jackson?

Nah.

He made it clear,
I chat two words about him

and I'm picking out gravestones
for my babies.

Jardine puts Tamika on the phone
asking someone a favor.

Only she won't say who
that someone is.

We can prove it was Marshal.

The prison phone system
logs the number called.

Marshal's got these girls
to get the drugs into the country.

He's got kids dealing for him
on the estates,

bent officers dealing inside.

This is the closest
we've ever been to getting him.

We need Tamika to give evidence
she paid him to kill Tyner.

Well, we've got Tamika's mum
giving Marshal the money.

Tie him to the gun...

we've got Marshal and Tamika
on a murder charge.

Ok, forensics found
gunpowder residue

on Marshal's steering wheel,
must be transfer from his hand

Proves someone fired a gun
and drove his car, nothing more.

Except Hackney police station
have got some Croatian gangster

in custody.
He's looking for a deal

and blabbing about selling
a converted Baikal

to someone
matching Marshal's description.

We get that witness
to court in one piece, we might have a case.

Marshal's flash barrister'll
be looking for holes.

But we get to put
Marshal and Tamika in a room together.

Jackson Marshal,

I grant you bail
with the following strict conditions.

You are to live and sleep
at twenty-two A Belton Park Mansions, Hackney,

surrender your passport,
daily reporting to Hackney Police Station,

curfew between 7pm and 7am

with a doorstep condition
to be electronically monitored.

Thank you, My Lady.

My Lady, Miss Vincent's
already serving time

on a previous conviction
so we won't be applying for bail.

Very well. She's remanded.

You are free to go Mr. Marshal.

My brief reckons
you all gotta drop the charges now.

Bitch paid me to pop that screw.

Ain't no way you can prove it
though, is there?

Don't count on it.

Tyner was taxing my profits.

Man owed me money.

I was gonna take him out anyway.

That bitch just loves doing time
for me.

Well, she's the last one.

Soon, you're going to be doing
that time all by yourself.

You think so?

Any hour,
I see five-o round my yard again...

Blap.

The Governor
at Cold Norton just called.

They strip-searched Tamika
when she came back from court.

- They found drugs?
- They found heavy bleeding.

Tamika was ten weeks pregnant.
It was a miscarriage.

That's why
she refused the drug's test.

So, who's the daddy?

This was never about drugs
at all.

Tamika wasn't dealing for Charlie Tyner.
She was sleeping with him.

- This changes everything.
- Tyner's still dead.

Marshal and Tamika are still responsible.
This changes nothing.

Blackmail?

Said I had to do it with him.

Or what?

He'd take away my privileges.

- Stop my visits with my little girl.
- Why didn't you report it?

Well who to? His mates?

What about the Governor?
Surely, she'd have done something?

I told you she wouldn't understand.
This is a waste of time.

If you dropped the attitude
for two minutes you'd see

that we're trying to
help you here.

Why did you want
Charlie Tyner dead?

She was defending herself.

And my daughter.

Well, tell them then.

Charlie Tyner
approached Tamika's daughter in Springfield Park.

He gave her this.

Gift wrapped.

It was Korie's fourth birthday.

Told her to show it to Mummy
next time she visited.

There's photos of the daughter
coming out of the flat,

going into Nursery.
He's saying...

"I know
where your little girl is every hour of the day."

Did anyone see
Charlie Tyner do this?

Her mother thought
it was some pervert

until Tyner mentioned it
to my client.

My mum was gonna take it up
to the cop shop but I told her not to.

When did this happen?

About a week before
that bastard got what he deserved.

Who did you get to give Tyner
what he deserved Tamika?

- Who shot him?
- I've said all I have to say.

So now what?

If her brief had half a brain,
he'd have her out of there in a flash.

If you ask me,
justice was done

the second that bullet
went through Tyner's brain.

Tyner may have deserved it
but it doesn't make what they did right.

Hang on.

Charlie Tyner can't have been
in the park

the day Tamika's daughter
was approached.

It says here he was
at work all day.

So he got someone else
to do his dirty work.

The little girl identified you,
Mr. Atwell.

Well, she made a mistake.

Was her Grandmother
mistaken too?

They both put you in the park.
That's blackmail.

I'd hate to be in your shoes.

Prison Officer doing time
for a conviction involving a child.

I'd only been out of training a few weeks.
Charlie was my boss.

You only had to follow orders
at work.

Do you have any idea
what those old-school officers are like?

I came into this job
to help people like Tamika.

To rehabilitate them.

But Charlie and his mates
run the show.

They've been locking bodies up
for the last twenty years

and they like the prison
run their way.

Are you saying Charlie Tyner
bullied you?

I'm saying it's easy
to find yourself

in a locked room
with a load of prisoners,

and no one coming to help.

Because you refused
to intimidate a prisoner for Charlie Tyner?

The girl, Tamika.

She was going to
tell the Governor about her and Charlie.

No one would take
a prisoner's word over an officer's?

It wasn't just her word.

She got herself proof,
didn't she?

Saved some of Charlie's semen.

Well, keeping the evidence
doesn't exactly smack of consensual sex.

"Have sex with me
or I get to your daughter".

The jury are gonna understand
exactly why she did it.

Do you think
we should drop the charges?

I think we need
to go after the right target.

Marshal?

How many times has he slipped
through our fingers?

If Tamika would
just cooperate...

She'd be putting herself in danger.
You know what Marshal's like.

Oh, I see,
it doesn't matter who gets hurt as long as you get him, right?

Steel. Yep.

Oh!

Marshal's barrister's
made an application to exclude the gun.

- You're joking?
- Without the gun, Marshal walks.

The only proof
my client owned a similar gun

is a statement
from some small time gangster in police custody

looking for the nearest exit.

Have you anything else, James?

Well, apart
from the gun powder residue

found all over Mr. Marshal's
steering wheel and CCTV footage of him

parking the same car
two hundred meters from the scene.

Which also happens to be
two hundred meters from his flat.

I'm afraid
you haven't convinced me that the gun found at the scene

ever belonged to Mr. Marshal.

I'm granting the application.
The gun is excluded.

Losing the gun means
we've had to drop the charges against Marshal.

This is the only chance
we've got to make him pay.

Tamika can deliver him.

We make a deal for Tamika
to turn QE against Marshal.

We get her out of jail,
into witness protection.

Have you two been at the sherry?
Tamika Vincent ordered that hit on Tyner.

Tyner was dealing drugs
in prison.

He subjected that girl
to God knows what and threatened her daughter.

The man was abusing his position
in every possible way, George.

The man was one of Her Majesty's
prison officers.

Now, whatever he did we have
to be seen to be putting his killer behind bars.

Yeah, and we will.

Tamika can put Jackson Marshal
away for life.

I'm cutting a deal
with her barrister.

Oh no, no you're not.
No, there's no deal.

Tamika Vincent stays
in that dock.

We need her George.

You know how many lives
Marshal's destroyed.

He's big time.
Tamika's a small sacrifice.

All I need is for that phone
to stop ringing just for five minutes.

And The Ministry of Justice
have got us by the short and curlies.

They don't want
the prison service under media scrutiny.

You think the public
don't deserve to know the truth

about prisons like Cold Norton?

That is not our call to make.
We're here to prosecute criminals

and Tamika Vincent is a criminal
and I want her found guilty.

And it is your job
to make sure that that happens.

Yes. Castle.
Look I can't...

Marshal's the prize,
not Tamika.

- But George said...
- Screw George.

...that we're not to cut a deal.

Get to that prison,
put on your best Hackney girl charm.

You're the only one that can
price that chip off Tamika's shoulder.

Unless she wants to spend
the next twenty years in that place,

she needs to start talking.

All I want's an easy life
and two rounds of golf every Sunday.

I'm sure we can come
to some agreement.

Well, Tamika pleads guilty
to murder and you get her shipped

to a London prison
so she can be near her daughter.

Well, you're advising her
to plead guilty to murder?

It's what you're charging her
isn't it?

Yeah and this is the part
where you try and get the charge reduced.

Well, she's in prison anyway.

So, she doesn't deserve
a decent defence?

She could still face life
inside.

Or be out in two years.
Look, am I missing something here?

She's your client.
Don't you want to get her off?

It's a cab rank.
I picked up a rubbish fare.

Do you know how many women
killed themselves

in Cold Norton last year?

I wonder how many of them
were being threatened by corrupt officers.

Tyner was a bad apple.

There's no proof
any other officers abused their position.

That's a can of worms though.

You open it up...

every journalist in the country
will wanna hear your closing speech.

You could swap
that legal aid office for a smart chambers.

Gleneagles two or three times
a year.

It's all there for the taking.

You ain't s'posed to be here
without my brief.

This is off the record.

I want to help you Tamika,

but you have to help yourself, too.

- Give evidence that Marshal shot Tyner.
- I told you three years ago.

I ain't no grass.

Your daughter's growing up
without a mum.

- Doesn't she come first?
- What's wrong with you?

I can't talk.

You know, when I was growing up
I saw girls like you.

Hanging round the dealers
in their shiny BMWs,

getting pregnant
before you left school, all of you thinking...

"If he's my baby-father
he'll treat me right."

Men like Jackson Marshal
don't give a damn about girls like you.

They don't give a damn
about their own kids.

All they care about is money.

Now if you don't have the guts
to stand up, speak out,

he's gonna keep getting away
with it and every time he cocks his gun,

every single time
some poor kid OD's on his drugs,

that death is on your hands too.

It's three years you've missed.
Do you want to miss the next twenty?

Because unless
you're there to protect her,

one day she is gonna be one
of those girls walking through the estate...

when some dealer
swings by in his big shiny car.

Tyner said if I didn't
start making him happy...

he'd get me ghosted up north.

Maybe I'd see my little girl
at Christmas.

So, what did you do?

I couldn't fight him anymore.

He came into my cell,
shut the door.

He pushed me against the wall,
started touching me.

He said, "This is mine now."

I just shut my eyes...
and let him do it.

Was this the only time?

It went on for a few months.

Once or twice a week.

Then I missed
a couple of periods.

I told him and he got angry.

He said,
"Do whatever you have to, just get rid."

Did he stop demanding sex?

No.

Next time, I hid my knickers
in an empty crisp packet.

I told him what I'd done.

He spun my cell
but he couldn't find them.

I told him
if he touched me again I'd tell the governor.

And did he touch you again?

Not for a few days.

Then I called home.

My mum said they'd been
at the park.

This pervert had given
Korie this photo album.

I got back to my cell
and Charlie was waiting.

He asked what my daughter got
for her birthday.

That's when I decided.

Decided what, Tamika?

To stop him.

I f-- I found someone
to do it for me.

He said he needed five hundred
for a gun.

I asked him to kill Charlie.

You have all the ammunition
you need, so go for it.

That's fine George, thank you.

Yes, I hear that Stirman
has the jury eating out of his hand.

Maybe he grew a conscience.

You two would have nothing
to do with that of course?

Whatever you're up to
just make sure you get the right result.

Will we?

'Cause if this goes wrong
I don't even want to think

about what Marshal could do
to Tamika's daughter.

It's time.

You don't like losing, do you?

We're gonna get
the right result.

Who did you pay
to kill Charlie Tyner?

I don't know his name.
One of the girls gave me a number.

You are under oath Miss Vincent.

Yeah, you don't ask
those sort of people their names.

You are what is known
as a bodypacker...

someone who ingests packets
filled with drugs,

- and then walks through customs?
- No, I'm what's known as desperate.

I did it one time.
I was homeless,

the social were gonna take
my baby away from me

unless I found a place to stay.
I needed money.

Who was waiting
for those drugs in the UK?

- I don't know.
- Let me guess. You don't know his name?

It was your boyfriend,
Jackson Marshal, wasn't it?

The same man you phoned two days
before Charlie Tyner was found dead

in a playground
half a mile from Jackson's flat.

Is that true, Miss Vincent?

- I don't know.
- You don't seem to know very much, do you?

Did you know
that there are currently

fourteen women
in British prisons,

all of whom were caught
importing drugs, all of whom believed

Jackson Marshal
was their boyfriend?

- Jackson ain't like that.
- Or that you were caught

because customs officials
received an anonymous tip off?

No, there was only me and him
who knew about it.

You and who?

You and Jackson Marshal?

I never said that.

You weren't the only woman
carrying drugs on that flight.

I was the only one
who got caught.

That's because the other mule
walked straight through customs

with suitcases full of cocaine

while you were pinned
to the floor

in hand cuffs
over a few measly grams.

- No, that ain't true.
- What did you not realize

that this is how
Jackson Marshal works?

He sets up some naive
first timer like you as a decoy.

- He-- he wouldn't.
- He wouldn't what? Wouldn't set you up?

Wouldn't lie to you?
Wouldn't kill a prison officer

- you took a dislike to?
- Dislike?

- He threatened my baby.
- You ordered Jackson Marshal

- to kill Charlie Tyner.
- He threatened--

He was killing me.

I just wanted him to stop.

I was scared all the time,
can't you understand I just...

I wanted him to stop hurting me.

Did you even mention
this so called abuse

to your accomplice
Jackson Marshal?

- I was ashamed.
- Why?

Why would you feel ashamed
if it wasn't your fault?

If it was indeed killing you,
why didn't you tell someone?

I was raped!

Do you know
what that feels like?

It's like,
there's something rotting and everyone can see.

I just wanted him
to stop hurting me.

I just wanted someone
to make him stop.

So you paid Jackson Marshal
to kill Charlie Tyner?

Don't look at him Tamika!
Look at me.

Did you pay Jackson Marshal
to kill Charlie Tyner?

Yes, or no?

Yes, or no Tamika!
Did you pay him?

Yes.

Tamika, you need to speak up.
The jury need to hear your answer.

Yes.

No further questions.

What does it mean hung jury?

Is there gonna be another trial?

Well, that depends on you.

We could drop the charges.

Get you moved to an open prison
'til you're eligible for release on a tag.

Why you doing all this for me?

I... work with women
who have been raped.

I've seen what it does to them.

How they lose their power.

Turn on themselves.

Rape can happen to anyone.

And anyone can
take that power back,

come out the other side
stronger.

What he did to you
wasn't your fault Tamika.

You don't have
to be a victim anymore.

You're a survivor.

Jackson really set me up?

Yes.

Then, I'll tell you everything.

And you'll stand up in court?

Try and stop me.