David McMillan

And the prisons in those days barely had radios, so 11 o'clock at night they'd switch it off and I'd just heard the beginning of the story about a fire at the women's prison.

So after a restful night's sleep, I came out of the cell in the morning and straight over to one of the officers I knew.

Well, I skipped the formalities.

Oh, Dave shuffling around, pushing pens around his desk.

We look not clear at the moment, but look, I know you're probably a bit worried or that.

That wasn't a good sign.

And nobody would talk to us.

Michael and I were called up for a legal visit a few hours later.

Deserted visit center.

One officer on duty who was

Busy examining his foot or something.

Yeah, yeah, through the next door.

And all our families were there.

Well, those who remained anyway.

So that was, of course, I felt completely responsible and guilty.

I felt like...

Really, for the first time, I had blood on my hands, and it was almost like my own.

Still, the authorities, to make the best of a bad situation, put it about that we had started to eliminate all the witnesses.

Yeah.

The trial was made worse by a lot of stirrings, including the great prison helicopter escape that wasn't.