Killing Us Softly 3: Advertising's Image of Women

I have a client on death row called Rudy Jones.

He's not dead.

There is a drill in there!

Call it, Judge.

I know it's not easy being a black UC.

Crack is everything to me. I'm terrified the

top floor's going to find out.

Who is it?

Don't tell her it was me.

Go and build yourself a new life.

Full name?

Nicholas Johnson. I'm Nick Johnson.

If you hurt my brother, all of my brothers are coming for you!

CHEERING

I've been working on a good route in.

Maya Cobbina. Oh, this is my boyfriend.

What do you want?

Hold it. It's not safe in there. We wait for shields and helmets.

There's a new witness. Scared and careful, which is a good thing.

20 years of normal life makes for very deep cover.

We have shared history. Michael Antwi.

We just want you to share with us what she's thinking.

The first black Director of Public Prosecutions is a real possibility.

They want to interview me.

Do it.

She cannot get this job.

I put all my being into articulating exactly what I think.

Which is always my best shot at the truth.

You better not have any skeletons in your cupboard.

Ambulance here.

Joe.

Come on! Come on!

Joe... Joe!

INDISTINCT SHOUTING

Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God.

What happened?

He's dead!

Shut up.

Oh, God.

He's dead. Shut up!

He's dead! Oh, God... Shut up!

Good boy.

Give us a fag, would you?

How long have you been in the job? 29 years.

And you're finishing when?

Seven weeks.

So who's going to blame you for a small mistake

made right at the death, huh?

What mistake?

It was mayhem in there and you took responsibility.

Like all the best custody sergeants.

What mistake?

The wrong men in a cell together.

Who are you? I mean, I may be senior in rank to you,

but 29 years of service, that's the real rank.

I think you better start speaking English, Sir. Take the hit.

Or?

I don't like Customs and Excise.

So when I see them sniffing around a good copper of 29 years' service,

I'm inclined to fight them tooth and nail.

Who are you?

All you need to know is I wasn't here.

Not then and not now.

So what are we saying?

The white geezer in the cell with him, Peter Mackie,

he's a member of a neo-Nazi group.

Form? Yeah.

Right.

OK.

Mackie had him in a choke-hold.

Yeah?

We were too late going in.

He'd stopped breathing by the time we could pull them apart. All right?

Eh?

The only issue is why they were in that cell together.

That's down to me.

Need to know. Yes. Not a word more.

Home Secretary gets from me what I get from you

so please don't give me anything I don't need.

Custody Sergeant under huge pressure got it wrong with one cell.

There by the grace of God... One of the officers wouldn't stop.

Hmm? Trying to resuscitate Michael.

Say the other officers? Say the ambulance crew.

Michael's good.

Put it out that everyone calls him Michael from now on.

It's a tragic death, we're all very upset, so first name only.

What about the doubling up? The Custody Sergeant?

What's his name? Trimble. Five children. Old school.

Customs and Excise are looking at something dodgy he was doing with a car.

I've made it very clear we're right behind him.

Yep. Yep. Absolutely. Walk with me.

What about Michael's family?

Erm, we're in close contact with them.

We'll know how they're doing and what they're saying.

That's good. Oh, one thing.

There's a lawyer asking hard questions.

Well, that saddens me.

God knows it's difficult enough as it is for the family.

You know what really irks me?

It's never the lawyer in the spotlight, is it?

What's his name? He's a she.

Maya Cobbina.

Mark Neame. Oh, hello, Mark.

Very pleased to meet you. Yes. This way. Thank you.

A confession - I'm the new DPP...

..and your boss...

and I have never prosecuted a case in my life.

I don't know what I'm doing.

But I'm going to be as straight with you about you as I am about myself.

If we're going to go after the people that I want to go after

I need moral strength and proper bollocks from all of you.

I'm going to make us proud to prosecute.

I'm going to start by getting all our collective energy together...

..into looking at one case I do know about.

20 years ago a man died in police custody

and we have been prevented from getting to the truth

of how that man died.

The name of the dead man is Michael Antwi.

And this is his mother.

Hi, darling. Hi.

I had to come. For him and for you.

For more than that, I hope. Hmm?

Do the story, Julia.

See you in a minute.

I have no words.

I can't speak.

He was my son.

I used to sing to him.

Thank you so much for everything today.

I'll see you later. Mrs A.

Look, it's not going to be easy.

Civil actions against the police never are,

so you might want to think about whether it's worth it.

What's the matter with you? Sorry? Civil actions?

This was a crime. You are a criminal lawyer.

Peter Mackie is standing trial. No, no, no. I don't want Peter Mackie.

All he did was kill my son.

I can forgive him his idiot rage.

But I can't forgive the rest. What's that?

I want the man who caused Michael's death put on trial and sent to jail.

Someone put them in that cell together. I want to know who.

You understand me, child? You get my son proper big justice.

It's a big statement. But it's what Michael would have done.

Remember what he said?

"If you hurt my brother, all my brothers are coming for you."

We do what you're saying, the whole thing could go up.

Yeah, it's a big call. But don't we all have Michael's anger to live by now?

She's mine.

But I love her.

The loneliness of leadership.

So, what's our move, man?

Police station.

Firebomb it, make us some bacon out of the pigs inside.

Then they'll know we're the real deal. See me?

Yeah. Yeah. I hear that.

OK, brilliant. See you then.

Alex Brady. The man who isn't here.

Very funny, Jakey. Now get back to doing what you couldn't do without me.

What's that about? Oh, he's paid like he's staff but he doesn't have a staff contract.

Why? So that he can behave badly and if anyone comes back at us

the paper can say that we don't employ him. Oh, right.

Oh. I forgot. He wants to see you. Who?

HE CLICKS HIS TONGUE

With the death in custody story so far.

You're joking! Jake, why didn't you call me? I just..

OK, when? When does he want to see me?

In five minutes. Two minutes and 30 seconds ago.

And it takes 60 seconds to get from here to him.

Leaving you a minute and a half's writing time.

- Are you a good journalist, Jules? - Thanks, Jake

This is very good.

How many deaths in custody? 244 in the last five years.

Successful prosecutions? None. You see?

No, sorry.

If we're going to get angry and want our readers to share our pain,

the face needs to fit.

Your man had better be squeaky clean.

This is a big story. PHONE RINGS

I know. Really?

Absolutely.

Great.

Corrigan here. Yeah.

'What's our move, man?'

'Police station. Firebomb it.

'Make us some bacon out of the pigs inside.'

My God.

We need something to hurt Michael Antwi too.

OK.

Is there something else?

HE SIGHS

All right, the lawyer.

We're... Two things.

Don't fall in love...

..and wear a condom.

Good sex? Julia! OK, sorry. Is he handsome?

Yeah. He's, erm...

He's very funny. He makes me laugh.

Good sex? Amazingly good.

Yes! What does he do? Hits the spot every time.

THEY LAUGH He's a writer.