"Any sign of the post yet?" "The post?" "I'm expecting a letter from my solicitor." "Zandra, are you..." "Just get off my tits, will you?" "Oh." "Look, do you think I'd shovel jellies down my neck... if I didn't have to?" "You're going to kill yourself." "So?" "What's it to you?" "Post." "Looks like somebody loves the two of you today." "Thank you." "You've read 'em." "Why don't you just tell us the juicy bits?" "You can read them for yourself when you get back to earth." "Something on your mind?" "No, miss." "What we gonna do today?" "I don't know, Hel." "I've got plenty of work to keep me busy." "Come on, Sean." "I hardly ever get a Friday off." "I want to do something." "OK, then." "Tell you what I want to do." "Keep you prisoner in here." "Show you how the other half lives." " Sean." " Hmm?" " Thank you." " Anytime." "My pleasure." "No, I mean for being here." "Well, it's your flat." "I should be thanking you." "It's our flat... and if you weren't here I'd end up sounding off... to the fridge about Jim Fenner and the rest of them." "You're going to have to face it, Hel-- the guy does your head in, but you're stuck with him." "Just as he's stuck with you." "So, what am I supposed to do?" "Grin and bear it?" "You can handle him." "Yeah, I can." "Still... it's the weekend." "Three whole days off... and no Jim Fenner." "Only me." "Rachel, you got a minute?" "Jesus." "You get around, don't you?" "Yeah, Jim." "Of course." "I'll see you outside." "Go on." "Listen to me, you interfering dyke... just keep that snout of yours where it belongs... or you're going to end up shagging the end of my boot, OK?" "You really know how to talk to a woman, don't you, Fenner?" " Jim..." " What?" "I'll be out in less than a year." "We will still see each other, won't we, when I get out?" "Of course." "You don't know what it's meant to me having you to take care of me." "Yeah?" "Well, right now, you could take care of this for me." "Oi!" "Watch where you're putting your feet!" "Can you keep it moving, please, ladies?" "I love it when you say please, sir." "Don't you love it when he says please, Jule?" "Oh, I'd do anything for a man who said please." " We could do anything..." " At all." "Well, can you just keep it moving for now, thank you?" "Pleasure." "Treasure." "Oh, what's up?" "You got a Johnny letter?" "No, of course not." "Robin's not much of a letter writer, though." "Bet he'll visit though, won't he?" "Ain't seen the bastard for weeks." "Probably shitfaced." "Drop him, luv." "Obviously don't give a stuff." "No way." "We love each other." "We're getting married next month." "Well, supposed to be... but I'm in this boghole for the next bloody year, ain't I?" "Well, if that's the case... why don't you ask Stewart about getting married in here?" "Yeah?" "Pull the other one, it farts Elvis." "No, straight up." "You can." "You've just got to ask Stewart." "What you talking about?" "She don't want to get hitched inside." "I bloody well do." "Inside or out, what's the difference?" "Do you think Stewart would go for it?" "Right. I'd better be on me way." "You look after yourself, OK?" "Take this with you." "What is it?" "I get stuck for words sometimes when I want to tell people how I feel... so I wrote it all down for you." "What?" "Do you need your head looking at, Rachel?" "What's the matter?" "I've told you." "We've got to be careful." "What if somebody had seen that, eh?" "What do you think would happen?" "I'll tell you." "They'd transfer you." "Move you somewhere I wouldn't be able to look after you." " Now, is that what you want?" " No, of course not." "Well, you better be careful, then." "I will. I'll be careful." "Good." "Good." " You OK, Monica?" " What?" "Oh, yes, thank you." "Well, it's just..." "I had a letter from Spencer yesterday." "It's when you stop getting letters from your kids... you've got something to worry about." "Oh, the nuns are bringing him to see me again." "Well, that's something to look forward to." "After last time..." "Spencer was terrified." "He doesn't understand, you see." "Not me in here--none of it." "It's not good for him to be exposed to all this... this...nastiness." "Listen, you've got to try and be positive, love." "You want to get your appeal sorted, don't you?" "So, make sure that happens." "Don't let it slip like I did." "Try and get back to Spencer." "Going for something a bit more upmarket, are you, Wade?" "Get lost, Dockley." "What's she got the other girls ain't?" "Mink instead of beaver?" "Any more of that... and I'll wipe that filthy gob of yours right across your face." "And any more of that off you, Wade, and you'll be on report." "See you around, Wade." "You want to watch it, Mr. Fenner." "One of these days, that one will bite it off." "Pick up the phone." "Answer the friggin' thing." "Hey, what are you playing at?" "What, you trying to get through for concert tickets?" "Forget it, Plackett." "They ain't gonna let you go." "Robin's coming. I know he is." "Yeah?" "Well, he's too bloody slow, ain't he?" " Piss off!" " Do you want to make me?" "Look, Den, have you got any gear?" "I need something, Den." "I need something really bad." "You're asking me?" "Please, Den. I don't feel so good." "What you got?" "Like they say, that'll do nicely... but you're gonna have to wait." "Where's my phone?" "Shit. I'm going to be late." "Why do people keep moving things all the time?" "What do you need a mobile for, anyway?" "You work in a prison, for God's sake." "No one likes a smart arse." "Except for you." "I've got to go." "If you had a decent job like mine... you could stick around for some fun and frolics." "Well, maybe when I'm the big chief." "When's that going to be, next week?" "Stay tuned." "Everything all right, is it, Jim?" "Clockwork--just the way I like it." "Good break was it, Helen?" "Yeah." "Thank you." "I'm going to ask her now." "No, hang about, Zan." "Maybe you should wait." "Miss Stewart, I've got a request." "Should wait." "Well, Zandra, any applications... should go through your personal officer first." "Look, Miss, this is something special... and I ain't got time for all the effin' blue tape." " l want to get married." " Married?" "In prison?" "Well, I don't suppose you'd be up for letting me out, would you?" "Maybe we should talk about it." "I'll set you up an appointment, OK?" "Can't you just go and give us the green light?" "No. I'll let you know when you can see me." "It's just a wedding, for Christ's sake." "You've had your hair cut." " Yeah." " Suits you." "Thanks." "Shit, Robin." "Where have you been?" "I've been going out of me head without you." "Doesn't matter." "You're here now." "Come here." "Hey, hey, knock it off!" "This isn't a party." "So, no postman's knock or pass the parcel." "Why didn't you bring anything?" "I just didn't, all right?" "No, it ain't all-bastard-right." "What do you think it's like in here without any gear?" "Listen, don't go off on one, OK?" "Don't go off on one?" "Whose fault is it I'm here in the first place?" "Zandra, please. I'm sorry." "I know it's hard on you." "Bloody right, it's hard." "You know I love you." "Of course." "I miss you, Robin." "I miss you so much." "I've got some news for you." "I'm seeing the governor about us getting married." "What do you mean?" "Us--getting married, in here." "All right, Rachel." "I thought I warned you about Fenner." "Look, I don't want to talk about it." "Listen, the man's a pig." "He's got a wife, you know, and children." "It's none of your business." "I don't care what he's told you... but once your time's up in here, that'll be it... if he don't get sick of you sooner." "Look, Mr. Fenner's done a lot for me." "He talks to me like a human being, for a start." "Not like most people in here." "Face it, Rachel--all you are is his bit on the inside." "'Cause in here he can control you and do what he wants." "As long as you play ball, there's no comebacks." "Yeah, whatever." "Christ, Rachel." "You know you're not the only one in here." "Shit. lt's your life." "I know it ain't going to be no fairy tale wedding exactly." "We've got a chapel here." "Even got a frigging choir." "How many of your mates ever get spliced in the nick, eh?" "That's one to break the ice at parties, innit?" "For God's sake, Zandra." "Mum and Dad will go nuclear." "Since when did you give a toss... about what your snobby-arsed folks thought?" "Since my mother had a nervous breakdown... and I went into rehab for her." "Rehab?" "She was in such a state." "I said I'd do anything if it would just help." "Listen, Zandra... I am clean for nearly three weeks." "Clean?" "It's been hell." "Honest, I thought I was dying." "Now I'm really glad I did it." "I feel like I've got my life back." "So, that's why you didn't bring me no scag." "That's great." "I'm really pleased for you, Robin." "Hey, look, if I can do it, then I know you can, too." "Give up?" "In here?" "Yeah, and the Pope buys French ticklers from Tesco's." "Well, isn't there a detox unit on the wing or something?" "All right, ladies and gents." "That's your lot." "This is too much." "I've got to go." "Have you been using that stuff again, Zandra?" "No, I haven't." "Are you all right?" "For Christ's sake, leave the bitch in peace." "Robin's off the smack." "Well, that's excellent news." "Aren't you pleased?" "Bloody hell." "Knock it off." "What's wrong with her?" "Pet cockroach got trod on." "Boyfriend trouble." "I see." "Anyway, Monica, could you get your stuff together, please?" "It's Miss Stewart's instructions." "You'll have some privacy here, dear." "A room of my own." "Like being a child again." "Oh, curtains, too." "I must have been such a good girl." "I'll leave you to settle in." "Lasagna and chips." "Don't want to spoil your figure, do you?" "I think I can manage a bit more, all the same." "Afternoon." "Checking on the troops?" "I'm sure you're doing a great job." "It's always nice to be appreciated." "Just give us some hot water." "God, what the hell's up with you?" "Just give us some hot water, all right?" " Watch what you're" " Oops." "Sorry." "No, my fault." "Oh, you finished Middlemarch?" "Something you want, miss?" "No, I don't think so." "Then if you don't mind, I'm hungry." "Oi!" "Let's have some respect." "That's no way to speak to your governor." "Respect?" "Doesn't know the meaning of the word." "Right hard case, if you ask me." "A hard case?" "Well, you know, just difficult for difficult's sake." "Jim, I don't need a bodyguard." "I can handle the prisoners myself, thank you." "Oh, this is too much." "You've been howling down there for days." "Look, have some stuff. lt's on me." "Anything to stop you stinking us out with puke for another night." "No?" "Man, you must be really sick." "I mean, what is the point of getting married inside?" "She's right, you know." "You're not going to get any honeymoon, are you?" "Mm-mmm." "Or a shag." "And what's it going to say on your wedding certificate, eh?" "Her Majesty's Prison, Larkhall." "That's going to be just blinding." " Blinding, innit?" " l don't care." "And what about your mum and dad?" "Are they going to want to see you getting married... at Her Majesty's pleasure?" "I ain't got a mum and dad to be bothered about it." "Anyway, it was your bloody idea in the first place." "Yeah, well, anyone can make a mistake, can't they, Jule?" "We just don't want you making this one, that's all." " lt isn't a mistake." " So, you're telling me... that you're marrying him for the right reasons?" "What do you mean?" "Of course I am." "She means what you've got is a bad case of my man." "Bollocks." "You'd do anything for him, wouldn't you?" "Only at the same time you're frightened... of what he might be getting up to out there... while you're stuck in here." "So, you decide you'll marry him." "Only trouble is, luv, it's only a bit of paper." "It means sod all to a bloke." "Oh, piss off, the pair of you." "I'm getting clean, and me and Robin are getting married." "Come in." "Take a seat, Zandra." "Thanks for seeing me, Miss Stewart." "Sorry it's taken so long. I've been busy." "I suppose there's a lot to do." "But this is really important to me, getting married to Robin." "Yeah, I'm sure it is." "The thing is, Zandra, it's up to the Governing Governor... not me, to give the OK for a wedding on G Wing." "But he'd listen to you, wouldn't he?" "If you was up for it." "The trouble is, I'm not." "What?" "You've got no reason not to." "I've got every reason I need, Zandra." "Drugs--you use them in here." "It's common knowledge that you walked into G Wing... with a stash inside of you." "It's the biggest problem that we've got at Larkhall... and you're part of it." "So, do you honestly think that I owe you any favors?" "Maybe that's right." "But, look, I haven't touched the stuff in days-- four bleeding days." "Look at me, will you?" "Hello." "What's wrong?" "Jim... have you ever, you know, been close like we are... with anybody else in here?" "What are you talking about?" "Just answer me." "Are you shagging anybody else in here?" "Of course not." "Whatever put that idea into your head?" "Nikki Wade." "To listen to her talk, anyone would think you were famous for it." "Yeah, well, it's crap." "What else did she say?" "Horrible things." "That you'd be done with me when I got out of here." "Well, I'd watch out, if I was you." "What do you mean?" "Well, it's obvious, isn't it?" "She's got the hots for you, and she's jealous of me, hmm?" "Thanks." "Robin's gone into rehab." "He's been clean for weeks." "Reckons he's got his life back." "That's what I want." "If you've gone four days without any help, then I'm very impressed." "I know it can't have been easy." "Zandra, you have got every reason to beat it." "I hear you used to want to be a model." "Well, maybe you can make it when you get out of here." "January 2000--centerfold, if I play my cards right." "I think we can aim a little bit higher than that." "Look, if it's detox that you want, then I'm happy to agree to it." "And if that works out OK, then I'll think about... talking to the Number One Governor about your wedding." "Thanks." "I'm offering you a chance to prove yourself, Zandra." "Don't let either of us down." "She said she's thinking about okaying the wedding... if I could keep off the stuff." "I ain't going to mess it up, Robin." "Believe me, I ain't." "I'm kicking the shit, and we're gonna get married." "We are." "Babe, I love you." "I spent my childhood being passed... from one foster home to another like a bloody cold." "Then I got onto H when I was about fifteen." "Pretty much, it got worse from then on." "But at least shooting up helped me get through it." "Didn't see how I was going to manage it in here without any." "But I haven't touched the stuff in twelve days." "So, you've been using heroin for, what, five years?" "Zandra, do you want to tell everyone why you decided to join the detox unit?" "I'm getting married to my boyfriend, Robin." "He was a user, too, but he's in rehab on the outside." "We both want to be clean for our wedding day and start again." "What about Robin's parents?" "How do they feel about him marrying another user?" "Robin's folks are dead posh... and they hate my guts." "Not just 'cause I'm a user-- 'cause I am who I am." "If that's what families are like, I'm glad I never had one." "I don't give a shit what they think." "I hate them and all." "Come on, then." "I hear you're in detox, Zandra." "Good stuff." "Thank you, sir." "You'll be drop dead gorgeous in no time." "She's on a hiding to nothing with that one, I can tell you." "Who?" "Stewart?" "Her and her do-gooder ways." "Should've been a missionary." "Would've kept her out of our way." "There's about as much chance of Plackett coming off the nasty... as of Cliff Richard inviting me up to his hotel room... for cream cakes and sex." "You can dream, Sylvia." "Not about Zandra Plackett, I'm not." "Well, it's obvious, isn't it?" "She's working Stewart like Sooty to get her wedding." "God, think of the fun that's going to be." "Yep." "You're probably right, Sylvia." "She's got a lot to learn, has our Miss Stewart." "Well, you don't learn if you don't listen." "That's what my mother used to say." "And that one isn't listening to us, that's for sure." "I'll see you later." "I'll be around." "What's going on with you and that Hicks cow?" " What are you talking about?" " You're always looking after her." "That's part of my job." "No." "You're only supposed to be looking after me." "I am only looking after you." " You better be." " Of course I am." "I've phoned Robin, told him how I'm getting on." " He's well chuffed." " l should think so, too." "Come on, girls, be happy for me." "We are." "You're kicking the habit." " lt's great stuff." " Good." "'Cause, you see, well, the wedding's coming up... and I was wondering what I was going to do about a wedding dress?" "I think I've seen more meat on a veggie burger." "And that cleavage... well, that is going to need some major support." "Yeah, still... we love a challenge," " don't we?" " Don't we?" "Miss Stewart." "Monica." "I thought you should know." "I've sacked that awful solicitor... who represented me at the trial, and I've hired a new one." "He's already applied for a date at the Court of Appeal." "Good. I'm glad you're staying positive." "Well, I've been talking to some of the other women." "It's helped a lot." "Come on, come on." "Keep up." "I've told you." "Yeah, yeah." "Come on." "What's wrong with you?" " l don't want any of your cheek." " Yeah, yeah." "In here." "This is yours." "All right." "Now that's enough." "You'll be on report." "You've got a new roommate, Denny." "This is Crystal." "I'm sure you'll get on like a house on fire." "This one's yours." "Right, I'll leave you to get to know each other." "Just be careful the way you look at her." "Anybody better be careful how they look at me... or I'll take their eye out." "Fine." "Just as long as you clean up the mess afterwards." "Give us a go." " That's for the Lord's music." " Shut up." "Touch it again, and you'd better want to meet Him real soon." "Well, well, well." "What's this, then?" "New babe on the block?" "Crystal." "I reckon she thinks she's hard." "Nah." "You don't need any of that bollocks in here." "I'm Shell, by the way." "We're all mates, ain't we, Denny?" "Big mates." "So, what you in for?" " That's my business." " Only asking." "How long are you in for?" "Twelve months." "Seven years." "Life." "Bring any gear in with you?" "No." "Don't use it, and I don't need it." "These cells are pretty cramped, and the nights can go on forever." "You got to have something to pass the time." "I've got the Lord." "Oh, shit." "No, that's good." "The rest of us have to make do with each other." "Enjoy that, did you, Crystal?" "Will you two be so hot for each other when you're burning in hell?" "You should ask God to forgive you." " Oh, Jesus." " Bollocks." "In here, I'm God." "Remember it." "Right." "That's that all done." "Good." "There's a woman arriving in the wing this morning" "Crystal Gordon, shoplifter." "I'm sure we'll make her welcome." "I'm sure." "Right. lf that's everything..." "Jim?" "You, um... get on well with Michelle Dockley, don't you?" "I like to think I get on well with most of the girls in here." "Women, Jim." "It's not a Swiss finishing school." "No." "So I'd noticed." "is there a problem, Helen?" "Not that I'm aware of... but your relationship with the women is pretty relaxed, isn't it?" "Well, I've been in the job some fourteen years." "I've found it's the best way to work." "Encourages trust, not resentment." "If, of course, based on your experience... you'd prefer me to stiffen up, get heavier... just say the word." "You are the boss." "That's right. I am." "I know you don't like it... but it's a fact of life." "What I like or don't isn't important." "But if the Home Office decides it wants university graduates... with virtually no experience running its prisons... that's their look out." "I see." "Well, if that's all, miss..." "Shit." "Look at her with her snooty rag." "Thinks 'cause she talks like she's got plums in her gob... she's a cut above the rest of 'em--and us." "I don't care where she used to buy her knickers... she's a flaming lag now." "Of course, it looks like some people reckon... it means she ought to get special treatment." "Probably went to the same school or something, didn't they?" " How was detox, then?" " OK." "Well, if you get bored with it, you want to go and see Crystal." "Boy, did she bring some good shit in." "All you got to do is ask her." "You got a problem there?" "Now, I reckon if we gather in the waist here... make Zandra's figure looks like... well, like she's got a figure." "Yeah." "Don't matter how you cut it." "The girl needs another two stone on her bones." " Hi, Trish." " Hi, this is Trish." "Leave a message, and I'll get back to you." "Thanks." "Hi, this is Trish." "Leave a message, and I'll get back to you." "Thanks." "Sorry I've missed you again." "Wish you'd let me know what you're doing." "Who knows?" "Maybe then I'll catch you in." "Love you, Trisha." "Here." "Zandra, you look awful." "You said it was hard work, didn't you?" "Don't matter how I look, Robin." "I'm beating it." "Well, that's brilliant." "See, I knew you could do it." "How do you feel?" "How do you think I feel?" "Well, you'll get through it." "You're tough." "You'll see how good it makes you feel." "It's like, I don't know, getting reborn." "You're starting to sound like this Bible basher... I got sharing with me now." "Getting clean, it makes you feel good about yourself again." "Do you know what I feel good about?" "What?" "Getting married to you." "More George Eliot?" "It's good to see the women using the library." "People in here aren't stupid, you know." "They're a lot brighter than your screws, anyway." "My officers are trained professionals." "Well, if Fenner's anything to go by... you'd be better off training chimpanzees." "He reckons you're a tough nut." "Difficult for difficult's sake, he says." "Yeah." "Well, I'm not in his fan club, am I?" "What's that supposed to mean?" "You work it out for yourself." "If Mr. Fenner's conduct is less than professional... you'd better tell me, Nikki." "Look, I'm nobody's narc." "Especially not yours." "I'll tell you something." "This is gonna be better than the real thing." "Mmm." "Maybe that's what we ought to do when we get out of here-- become fashion designers." "Yeah." "The Two Julies Label." "Yeah." " Nah." " Nah." "When I get out, me and Robin are never going back on smack." "Now you're talking, girl." "You're doing really well, Zandra." "Hurts too bloody much to go through it for nothing." "It's all going to be different, then." "Me and Robin will get a stall on Camden Market." "Yeah, you can flog our knock-off wedding dresses." "No, jewelry." "I can make it, Robin can sell it." "He'll be good at that." "He's got a posh voice... and people trust a bloke with a posh voice, don't they?" "What's all this, then?" "It's her wedding dress." "What do you think?" "I think it's madness." "Anyone's got to be mad to get married." "Excuse me." "Some of us happen to like men." "Yeah, but would you marry another one?" "Well, it's not us that's getting married." "So, tell me." "What is it about Robin... that makes you want to be cuffed to him for the rest of your life?" "He's good-looking." "He's kind." "Never hit me once." "And I love him." "And he loves me so much... he's chucking up his parents and all their money to be with me." "Well, I hope you'll be happy." "You don't mind do you, Hel?" "Of course not." "I always wanted a garden." "Just hadn't planned on having it in the living room, that's all." "It won't happen again, I promise." "Only I need these potted by tomorrow, and" "Don't worry about it." "It's quite relaxing, actually." "I can see why a lot of the women work in the prison garden." "Have you checked the potting shed for tunnels?" "You should come and give a lecture sometime." "What, shut up with all those sex-starved women?" "They're not all that sex-starved." "Go on, shatter my dreams." "Maybe that's the way in." "Come again." "There's this woman on the wing." "She'd be a great ally amongst the inmates... if I could get her on my side." "The trouble is, I've tried everything." "She's not interested." "But she's into gardening." "Let me guess." "Nikki Wade." "I know the prisoners are important to you, Helen... but that one's becoming an obsession." "Anyway, didn't you say she was a lesbian?" "Yeah, she is." "Well, maybe that's your problem." "You're the right species, just the wrong variety." "You like your gardeners to wear Y-fronts, don't you, hmm?" "So, how have your first couple of weeks in Larkhall been, Crystal?" "What am I supposed to say, that they've been great?" "It's your first time in prison, isn't it?" "Although you've previously been fined... and given a suspended sentence... both times for shoplifting." "My mother died." "And that's what started you thieving?" "I lived in London... but when my mother died in Jamaica l went home for the funeral." "I get back, my job's gone." "My home's gone." "I used to work in a shop, so I know shops." "So I started stealing from them." "That's logical." "Only the big ones." "They can afford it." "They expect it." "Very considerate." "l--l know I've done wrong." "Thou shalt not steal." "That's the Lord's Eighth Commandment." "And I should be punished for it." "But I know white girls don't get twelve months for what I've done." "Look, the important thing is for you... to make the most of your time here at Larkhall." "Make the most of my time using drugs, you mean." "No, I meant taking steps to improve your chances... of going straight once you leave here." "There's lots of classes you can do... loads of things you can learn." "I know." "How to break into cars, pick pockets, tart." "How to mix drugs with sugar." "That's not what I meant." "How comes you've got so many drugs in here?" "is this a prison, or ain't it?" "Look, believe me, Crystal... I don't want drugs in here any more than you do." "But the fact is the users are very determined... and my hands are tied by regulations." "There's some places the women just can't be searched." "So, the regulations mean you can't do your job?" "We were talking about you." "I was right." "This ain't a prison. lt's a circus... and you and your guards are the clowns." "I'm sorry you see it like that." "You might find the show is not as much fun as you thought." " Helen, do you want one?" " No, thanks. I don't have time." "But while you're having yours... if you can focus your thoughts on a report for me on Crystal Gordon." "I want to know how she's settling in, with special reference to her concerns... about the presence of drugs on the wing." "That's a new one." "I'd also like to know how she's relating to the other prisoners." "Whether she's joined up for any classes--if so, which ones." "And I'd like a report from her personal officer." "I'd also like it before the end of the week, please." "Before the end of the week?" "I'd rather not have to ask twice." "I think I'm capable of getting a report in on time." "I'm just not used to being told what exactly to put in it." "Fourteen years experience, right?" "Something like that, yeah." "Well, I'm sure it'll be a top-drawer report, Jim." "I swear, I'm going to swing for that cow someday." "You'll get in line like the rest of us." "Just think." "Four weeks today, and I'll be Zandra Dunstan." "The two Julies are doing a fab job on the dress." "If you ask me, it's stupid letting people get married in prison." "Well, no one did ask you." "It's a corruption of God's law." "I was getting married anyway." "Do you think I'd rather do it in here than in a church?" "We're in here 'cause we done wrong." " Oh." " And what do we get?" "Karaoke, TV, cookery, drugs, and weddings." "That ain't what I call punishment." "No wonder people come back for more." "Jesus, sister." "You're the first one I ever met... who wanted to be in here and wanted it worse." "You look stunning, Zandra." "Wait till Robin sees me." "He's going to be such a lucky bloke." "You're doing me proud, Julies." "Thanks." "Thanks a lot." "That's all right." "You just make sure we get an invite to the do." "As you're on about coming, Julies... I was wondering whether you'd be my bridesmaids." " Oh, bridesmaids?" " Bridesmaids?" "Oh, we'd love to." " Oh, bridesmaids' dresses." " Bridesmaids' dresses." "Oh, Miss Stewart." "I'm sorry to bother you... but I think you should take a look at this." "What is it?" "There." "Oh, God." "What about that one, Jule?" "You'd look a peach in that." "Peach melba, more like." "This is going to be the best wedding anyone ever had." "Well, of course it is." "We're in charge." "Wedding consultants, that's what we ought to be." "In America, you know, they pay a fortune for them." "What do you reckon, Jule?" "Yeah." "Wonder if I'll ever be there for when me kids get married." "Of course you will." "We'll find 'em, all three... as soon as we get out of here-- l've told you." "Yeah." "Miss Stewart, what do you think?" "Great, isn't it?" "Beautiful." "Zandra, I need to see you in my office straight away." "Oh, but, miss, we've still got work to do... and we can't use the sewing room again till Friday." "Zandra, it won't wait." "You look like you got something on your mind." "Me?" "No, no." "Just thinking about my lawyer's correspondence." "Glad you're getting a move on, Monica." "You've got to look forward." "Hard not to look back though, isn't it?" "What do you reckon it is with Wade and the Hooray, Denny?" "She's not exactly a looker, is she?" "You're all worked up about my love life, Dockley." "Seems to me you'd be better off keeping an eye on your own." " Oh, yeah?" " From what I've seen... I'd say your friend Fenner's trading you in for a younger model." " What's that supposed to mean?" " "R" for Rachel." "Bullshit." "Look, if someone's been saying I've been doing drugs again... they're lying--l'm clean." "Who is it, Denny Blood?" "No one says you've been doing drugs." "Just calm down, please, Zandra." "So, what is it?" "Your boyfriend's name is Robin Dunstan, isn't it?" "Yeah." "Why?" "Do you know someone called Chloe Fleming?" "No." "So?" "I think you should look at this." "No." "No." "No!" "Forget it. lt's rubbish." "It's some sort of mistake or joke." "Robin wouldn't have..." "The address is Richmond." "That's where his Mum and Dad live." "But Robin couldn't..." "Who is this Fleming cow?" "Look, it's some sort of mix-up." "We're getting married. lt's all sorted." "I think the best thing for you to do is talk to Robin." "I can phone him and ask him to come in, if you like." "You can meet here in my office to discuss things... if that's what you want." "Hey, Hicks, you're wanted." "Who by?" "Fenner--in the exercise yard." "Right." "Thanks." "Well, don't you look pretty?" "Anyone would think you've got yourself a hot date." "Come on, let me get past." "Or what?" "Uncle Jim's going to appear out of nowhere, is he?" "I don't know what you mean." "Come on, Rachel." "Don't be shy." " You're having him, ain't you?" " No, I'm not." "Don't piss me about." "I know what's going on." "Look, what is it you want?" "Here." "Take this." "I can get more if you'll keep quiet about it." "Thanks very much." "You think you're something to look at, don't you, Hicks?" "Well, listen to me, bitch." "You're going to be looking over your shoulder... every day goes by in here." "And you know what?" "I'm going to be right there behind you." "And one day... I'm going to have a blade in me hand... to cut that cocksucking mouth right out of your face." " What are you up to?" " Girl talk." "Don't worry." "Everything you're interested in is still in working order." "Oh, my God." "Come here, come here." "Now just straighten yourself up before someone sees you." "You mad psycho bitch." "What do you think you're doing?" " You've been screwing her!" " For Christ's sake!" "What do you think I'd see in her?" "She's a kid." "That's not how she told it." "How many others in here you been screwing?" "None!" "Look, Shell, she did come on to me, but I didn't touch her." "Listen to me." "There's nothing going on." "Yeah, sure." "For God's sake, I risk enough just being with you." "I'd have to be out of me mind." "What would I want with a kid like her... when I've got a woman like you, hmm?" "All right, then." "Let's see some proof." "Hicks, what you doing?" "Mr. McAllister." "I think she should see a doctor down at medical." "Can you stand up?" "You all right, love?" " What happened, Rachel?" " She seems in quite a bit of pain." "I think I should take her to the medical wing." "OK, go on." "Don't worry, Rachel." "I'll come and visit you." "Mr. Dunstan." "Sorry to have kept you waiting." "I'm glad you could get over to see us." "Look, Miss Stewart... I don't know what to say." "This isn't very easy for me." "I hope it's not, Mr. Dunstan." "Can you send Zandra in, please?" " Zandra" " Just tell me it ain't true, Robin." "Listen, Zandra, you've got to understand the position I was in." "My mother's really unwell." "I've known Chloe for years." "Our families are old friends." "Shit, Robin." "Just tell me." "Are you marrying her?" "Yes." "What about me, Robin?" "Were you going to tell me... or didn't it matter 'cause I was locked up?" "Listen, Zandra, it just happened, OK?" "I'm really sorry." "Think she's good-looking, do you?" " Zandra." " Do you?" "Shame you won't see her without any sight!" " Ow!" "Shit!" " Zandra, stop it!" " You bastard, you bastard!" " Sylvia!" " You bastard!" " Come on, Zandra." "Come on, Zandra." "Come on, get her out, get her out." "Come on." "Robin!" "You see, that's why I won't have nothing to do with men." "They're shit, just shit." "Shut your noise." "Screw you, sister." "All I wanted was a market stall." "Just 'cause your man turns out bad... it don't mean you have to dump your dreams." "You don't need him for them." "Shush." "You got to pray for strength." "You'll be all right." "Just forget him." " l can't." " Of course you can." "No." "Not ever." "I'm having his baby." "Forget him, Zandra." "It's his loss, not yours, love." "Who needs men when you can have ivf?" "Denny, hear about little Hicksy?" "Had an accident, and she's in hospital." "I'm really looking forward to when she comes out."