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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.