"Takes the body 36 hours." "To do what?" "Get rid of the alcohol from a glass of wine." "How long does it take to get rid of the shit... from a day in my job?" "Well, depends who you've got to help you unwind." "Shit!" "What?" "I thought they would have got back by now." "The Registry Office?" "Oh, didn't I tell you?" "I'm getting married." "Have you told your dad yet?" "Well, you can't put it off forever." "Not that you're ashamed of me or anything." "He's never approved of anything I've done in my life." "I can't see this being any different." "Well, you watch." "He'll be really happy." "My dad doesn't know the meaning of the word." ""Oh, you're doing that, are you?" ""Well, I suppose congratulations are in order."" "Look, isn't it time you put all that behind you?" "Nice idea." "Doesn't actually work like that, though, does it?" "Got a surprise for you, Julies." " Oh, yeah?" " Oh, yeah?" "Straight up." "Hold your hands out." "Watch her, Ju." "I'll watch her, Ju." "Open them." "Oh, it's an apple!" "You twat, you said it was a surprise!" "I don't want to see one of them as long as I live." "That wine tasted a bit like scrumpy when you shut your eyes." "If you shut your brain, it was." "I thought it was disgusting." "So what?" "It got us pissed." "Not the taste, stupid!" "Making it in the first place." "There's enough drugs in here already." "You was drinking it and all, bitch." "It was a wake." "I was doing it out of respect." "Oh, take the cork out your arse will you, Crystal?" "If the papers knew what went on in here, there'd be a scandal." "Yeah, I bloody well agree!" "That's a good idea, Crystal." "Flash our boobs for the News of the World." "Out the cell window." "Fame at last, love." "Lorna Rose is back today, isn't she?" "Yeah?" "About time and all." "Pissing off on bleeding holiday." "She better have something for us." "Gonna go and see her?" "I think we should leave her alone now." " What?" " You heard." "Morning, everyone." " Morning ma'am" " Morning." "Nice to see you back, Lorna." "Good holiday?" "Lovely, thanks." "Raring to go, I hope?" "Raring to go back, eh, Lorna?" "Firstly, a word about Monica Lindsay." "She's still very low I'm afraid, so I'm keeping her on bed watch." "I'd like everyone to make a special effort with her, please." "Get her talking." "Try and make her feel as if she's got something to live for." "When's her appeal?" "It's very soon, so obviously that's the big thing in her life." "If we can get her to focus on that, what with that... and the anti-depressants she's agreed to take... let's hope for an improvement." "You make me nervous when you're quiet." "What's going on?" "I'm thinking of changing my ways, if you want to know." "Oh, yeah?" "Yeah." "Stay off the sweeties, be nice to people." "Might even start going to chapel." "Don't overdo it, eh?" "They're not stupid." "I'm serious, Jim." "I've seen a lot of girls find comfort in religion." "Nearest to religion you'll get is the missionary position." "Oh..." "So you're going to do some brown-nosing, eh?" "Get yourself back on enhanced?" "No. I want more than that." "I've seen how drugs can screw you up." "I've only got five years left to do." "I don't want to waste them sitting around in a cell... doped up to the eyeballs." "I'm like that when my kids come sometimes... and that's not right, is it?" "I could be improving myself, getting an education or something." "I want my life to have some meaning." "So... these legs are going to be firmly crossed in future, are they?" "What are you up to?" "I've told you." "I want to change." "I'm not your old Shell anymore." "How you feeling?" "Still pretty low?" "Look, I got you this from the paper." "I thought it might help." "is this for me or you?" "You." "Not the cutting." "The bedside chat." "I just want to help." "Then leave me alone." "I don't think that's doing you any good." "You need to mix with people." "When I want the advice of a boy, I'll ask." "Now go, will you?" "And take your tabloid guide to bereavement with you." "Nice holiday, miss?" "Not bad." "Bring us anything back?" "Like what?" "A stick of Blackpool twatting rock." "What do you think I mean?" "I couldn't get any more if I tried." "I told Shell my mum's not got no more." "Shell told you to go to the doctor's yourself." "Now, unless you want Stewart to know, then I really think ..." "My ears aren't burning, are they?" "I got here first, Shell." "Leave us alone." "Why don't you take a walk, Zandra?" "You don't run this prison, you know." "Before I start getting angry." "I mean it, girl." "Now go on, piss off." "You're gonna get it one day, you twat!" "Sorry about that, miss." "She gets above herself." "Won't happen again." "You're looking well after your holiday." "Yeah?" "I'm feeling better myself as it happens." "I've been doing a lot of thinking since I been on the Ones." "About how I keep messing up and that." "So I'm trying to change." "I come off the gear." "is that right?" "Yeah." "Did me a favor really, getting that knockback." "Made me look at what I was doing to myself." "I can feel the difference already." "It's like getting poison out your system." "You think I'm bullshitting, don't you?" "Christ, what is it about this place?" "Can't anyone change?" "I'm serious, miss." "You watch." "Hi." "You look a bit pasty, Helen." "Heavy night?" "I'm looking for Monica." "I've not seen her all day." "What's wrong?" "is it 'cause I called you Helen?" "I thought you didn't want us to be formal?" "No, I don't." "So what's the problem?" "You want to be informal, but you don't want to be called Helen?" "No..." "You can't have it both ways." "This is difficult for me, as I think you know." "So what do you want?" "Sorry." "Am I making you feel uncomfortable?" "Look, if you see Monica tell her that I'm looking for her." "Come on, you twatting twat!" "I said, come on!" "Calm down." "Bloody windows." "They're all spastics!" "What is it?" "It won't bother you." "In fact, you'll be glad." "Shell telling me to get clean." "Says she's going to stop dealing now." "Biggest pusher in the place." "Well, there'd be a reason." "She wants people desperate... and then she starts putting her price up, isn't it?" "Something like that." "That's what I thought, but..." "Yeah, but why?" "I don't know." "Maybe she believes all that religious crap." "It's not crap, Zandra." "I don't care what it is!" "I used to get my gear off Shell." "Where am I going to get it now?" "Oh, what a friend we have in Jesus" "Fold them for us, will you, Dawn?" "Please?" "Do you mean all what you said to Zandra?" "Silly cow's going to kill herself." "Whether or not she'll listen..." "And you really come off the drugs?" "I'm trying." "That's all you can do, isn't it?" "If you came off it, maybe some of the other girls would." "It'd help if you couldn't get hold of 'em so easy." "They're all over the place in here." "This is what I keep saying, but nobody listens, though, isn't it?" "If only it could get in the papers." "They'd have to do something about it then." "Not much chance of that." "Unless you wrote to them." "What me?" "Myra Hindley gets her letters printed." "Why shouldn't you?" "Still... lt's damp." "Bloody useless these dryers, ain't they?" "More hot air up Hollamby's arse." "Why don't you write if you're so concerned?" "With my record?" "Stewart'd just write back saying I'm a known user." "No one would take any notice." "If someone like you did it, she wouldn't have a leg to stand on." "Anyway, it's just an idea." "Stupid I suppose, but... I'm sorry. I don't care how far down the road we are." "Yes, I realize that." "Look, can you not hear what I'm saying?" "I don't wish to continue, all right?" "Continue with what?" "That was a private phone call." "Aren't we allowed any privacy in here?" "You're not dropping your appeal, are you?" "Oh, Monica." "It's my affair." "But you could be out of here within weeks." "To do what?" "Anything you like." "There's nothing for me out there anymore." "I want to forget the life I've had." "Being in here helps me do that." "Numbs the brain." "That's the pills you're taking." "You won't feel like that forever." "In a year or two, you'll be over the worst of this." "You'll have a life again." "Monica, I can't let you do this." "There's no law says I have to appeal." "And I've suffered enough from the law." " What's that?" " Nothing." "Don't give me that shit." "Give it to me." " No!" " Give it to me." "Hey, what's going on?" " She's got some gear." " Don't be stupid!" "She just hid it when I came in." "It's a bleedin' letter." "Brilliant." "You think so?" "Yeah, you know what would make it even better?" "What?" "No, it's your letter." "You say what you want." "No, go on." "Well... if you was to make it more particular... like mention G Wing or Stewart's name... cause more of a stir, they'd be more likely to print it." "is this going to the papers?" "You keep your mouth shut, all right ?" "Yeah, yeah. I swear." "Wicked." "What's it about, then?" "We've got to get rid of these drugs... that are screwing up people's lives, haven't we?" "What, like, so we stop taking them?" "Well, look what it's done to your bloody brain!" "Yeah." "Right." "You got a lot of power round here, sister." "Yeah, well, I try and use it for good." "Well, if you can turn a hopeless case like Denny..." "You can't do it on your own, though... not if you're serious." "You're going to need the help of the Lord." "Nikki, can I have a word?" "You again?" "Look, I need to ask a favor." "It's about Monica." "I know that I shouldn't be telling you this... but I've run out of ideas." "She's refusing to go through with her appeal." "What?" "She said she doesn't care anymore now that Spencer's dead." "Have you talked to her?" "Me, the solicitor, a couple of officers." "She just doesn't want to know." "And you want me to have a go?" "Could you?" "I know that she respects you." "I'll try." "Thanks." "And I haven't said anything, OK?" "Sure, Helen." "That's OK." "Lord, we are sorry for all our sins and wickedness." "We ask you through the blood of your son Jesus Christ... to wash us clean." "Help us turn away from evil and choose the good." "Through Jesus Christ our Lord... we will choose the path of true redemption... and in His everlasting forgiveness... we will find true salvation." "In the name of God the Father..." "God the Son... and God the Holy Spirit." "Amen." "Amen." "Amen." " Amen." " Amen." "Monica?" "Nikki!" "Just wondered how you were." "I'm fine." "Well... you know." "Not seen you down the library much lately." "No. I haven't felt like reading much." "Sure." "It takes time." "All look different once you're out of here, though." "I'm not going through with the appeal." "What?" "I just don't see the point." "Monica, you can't give in now." "Nothing seems to matter since I lost Spencer." "OK, but backing down on this appeal... do you think that's what Spencer would want?" "For you to waste away in here?" "Spencer isn't here... in case you hadn't noticed." "The bastards will have got you as well if you give in now." "It's this shithole." "It does that to people." "Monica, get that appeal back in place." "It'll give you something to aim for." "Like my degree course." "It helps me get through things, you know?" "Gives me some hope." "Can I get some water?" "Perhaps I have got things out of perspective." "Yeah?" "That's more like it." "It's this place." "You're right." "Maybe I'll think again." "You better." "The girls in here will never forgive you if you don't." "It gives us a lift when someone walks free." "Oh, yes." "Wouldn't want to upset them." "You come and see me any time you like, all right?" "You know where l am." "Thanks, Nikki. lt means a lot." "Oh, bad luck, Jule." "Cheers." "Shell?" "In the God squad?" "It's bollocks." "She's up to something." "is she for real?" "That's between Shell and the Lord." "If she's pretending, He's sure gonna be one angry messiah." "I suppose you've found salvation as well, have you, Denny?" "I don't do everything Shell tells me, all right?" "If Shell asked her to live in a barrel of shit, she'd do it." "You little tart!" "Oh, very Christian!" " Get off, Denny!" " Oi, you two!" "That's enough." "Break that and you pay for it, all right?" "What did you do that for?" "Shut up." "Have you heard about Shell's latest stunt?" "Reckons she's found religion." "Who's to say she hasn't?" "Shell Dockley?" "Come off it." "She wants to get back on enhanced." "It's just a con." "Anything that might help her, you should be encouraging it." "Religion's done a lot for women in here." "Don't knock it." "What is it?" "Hmm?" "I'll get it." "Hello?" "is Helen there?" "Hang on." "It's for you." "Some woman." "Hello?" "Hung up." "Dial 147 1." "Can't be bothered." "If it's important, they'll ring back." "Dance, dance, wherever you may be I am the Lord of the dance, said He I'll lead you all wherever you may be" "And I'll lead you all in the dance, said He" " Dance, dance..." " We've had some complaints!" "I said we've had some complaints!" "About the noise." "From who?" "Just keep it down, OK?" "The only person that don't like my singing is you." "It's 'cause you don't know the Lord Jesus, isn't it?" "Yes, I'm sure Shell's loving every minute of it." "I was enjoying it, actually, miss." "You're not digging a tunnel under that bed, are you?" "Using this racket to cover up the noise?" "I danced in the evening when the sky turned black lt's hard to dance with the devil on your back" "God!" "Twat!" "Judge not, Denny, that ye be not judged." "So how's the letter coming on, Crystal?" "The letter is gone." "To The Guardian newspaper." "Nice one." "So from the top, isn't it?" "Dance, dance, wherever you may be I am the Lord of the dance, said He..." "See you." "Are we inviting Jeff and Sarah to the wedding?" "I don't know, are we?" "Well, they'll be pissed off if we don't... if we're inviting Ted and Alice and Mark and Sue." "Well, we've got to, really." "So what you asking me for, then?" "Well, 'cause bizarrely enough, you'll be there that day... and you might want to have a say in the matter." "Sorry." "I did offer you the choice of getting out." "You should say if you don't want to go through with it." "I do. I've just got a lot on my mind at the moment." "Look, if you make up a list, we'll go through it tonight." "I've got to go." "See you." ""Drugs are available on G Wing like it was Piccadilly Circus..." ""and the temptation is too much." ""Even if you don't touch the stuff, you get no reward." ""You still have strip searches and the rest like the junkies." ""Governor Helen Stewart doesn't seem able to do much about it."" "If I've told her once... the only way to keep drugs out is closed visits." "Will she listen?" "It's not just her problem, though, is it?" "It's every prison in the country." "It is her problem now." "Keep 'em in their kennels all day, that's what I say." "Can I have a word, Helen?" "Oh, not now, Nikki. I'm sorry, but I'm late as it is." "But the whole system's wrong." "There's no deterrent." "You get two years for possessing cocaine on the outside." "In here, you get 28 days loss of remission." "It's ludicrous." "Don't you think?" "Well, it's difficult, you know?" "Who'd have thought it, eh?" "In the papers." "Wait till I tell my Bobby." "What?" "I...think you ought to read this, ma'am." "Hello?" "Yes, sir, she is." "OK." "Ma'am?" "Mr. Stubberfield wants to see you in his office now." "In deep shit, your Miss Stewart." "Piss off, Dockley." "Smart girl, Crystal." "Yeah." "Very clever." "You have to speak up for what you believe in, isn't it?" "All your own work was it?" "Sure was." "So only you to blame." "For what?" "For when they put us on closed visits, you slack divvy!" "Yeah, you slack divvy!" "And no gear coming in." "You might get your bleeding jollies from singing to the Lord... but what about us, eh?" "Yeah, what about us, you stupid cow?" "And when it stops the drugs from getting in here... you'll thank me one day." "And you might get your reward in heaven sooner than you think." "Well, if it sparks a debate about drugs in prison... perhaps it's been for the good." "is that all you can say?" "I'm sorry if it sounds glib." "It sounds cavalier, if you ask me." "I am doing all I can to stop drugs getting into Larkhall." "I might as well stand on the beach... and tell the tide to stop coming in." "Every prison in the country is awash with drugs and you know it." "That is hardly the point." "This is a PR disaster for Larkhall, if you hadn't realized." "This Crystal..." "Gordon." "...Gordon says she complained to you about drugs on G Wing." "Did she?" "What do you want me to do?" "Order closed visits and risk having a riot on our hands?" "Prisons only work when inmates co-operate." "Did she complain?" "Yes, and I spoke to her." "Well, you didn't make much impact, did you?" "I tried to reassure her, but.." "she's a little on the eccentric side, unfortunately." "The Guardian takes her seriously enough." "I'll talk to her again." "Yes, you will." "And while you're doing that, I'll spend the rest of the week... getting the Home Office off our back... and sorting out this bloody mess you've got us into." "Nikki." "is it OK to talk now?" "No worse than any other time." "I'm sorry about the letter." "Doing the rounds, is it?" "Well, only to be expected." "I phoned you last night." "I thought it might be you." "How did you get my number?" "Directory enquiries." "Out of order, I know. I'm sorry." "I just wanted to tell you the good news." "What good news?" "I think I've got Monica to reconsider." "Thank God something's gone right today." "Well done." "I thought it'd cheer you up." "Don't worry about the letter." "No?" "You've got lots of other things to look forward to." "Like a wedding to plan." "That's right." "Anyway, well done about Monica." "I'll see you, Nikki." "See you, Helen." "I told you if you had any evidence at all" "But you never do nothing." "Well, how can I when no one tells me anything?" "You waste time searching people like me or my visitors!" "Look, the way around this is for us to help one another... not go behind each other's back like you did with this letter." "There's no law against writing letters." "That's not the point!" "There should be separate prisons for the junkies." "Let them destroy themselves, then they don't harm no one else." "Crystal, I don't make the laws in this country." "I just have to work within them best I can." "Now, all your letter's done is turn up the heat... in this particular prison." "Then that's good." "Well, it's not going to solve anything." "Life'll get harder for a couple of days till it blows over... then it'll just go back to normal." "With the law not protecting the ordinary person." "So the ordinary person got to do what they got to do." "Which is why I wrote the letter, isn't it?" "All right, miss?" "Great, isn't it, this fresh air?" "That's another thing about coming off drugs." "You can taste things better." "Like when you stop smoking." "Are you really clean, Shell?" "Clean as a whistle, miss." "No going back now." "That's good, then." "I'm just sorry I got heavy with you them few times." "That's all in the past now." "So we can forget it ever happened?" "Sure." "And what about Zandra?" "is she clean as well?" "I'm trying to help her." "Some people don't want to know." "Well, just do what you can, eh?" "There was just one other thing." "My mum got this perfume from the duty free-  l'm not bringing perfume in." " Loads of other girls got it." "It's glass. lt's banned." "Oh, please, miss." "It's not going to hurt anyone." "Where's the harm in a little bottle of perfume?" "If I got caught, I'd be in deep shit." "Don't be like that, miss." "It's not like I'm asking you to bring drugs in or anything." "It's just a little dab of scent... to keep me smelling sweet for that little blonde guy... that comes in to do the windows." "Have you seen him?" "Mmm." "Cute, isn't he?" "Them tight jeans he wears?" "Go on." "Just a little favor, this once?" "This is the last time, Shell." "Thanks, miss." "I won't ask for anything else." "I mean it." "I'd pack the job in first." "It's just not worth the risk." "Don't worry. lt's the last time for me and all." "I swear." "Monica?" "You OK?" "Yeah, fine." "Nikki said that she had a word with you." "That's right." "Any more thoughts?" "Well, I think she talked some sense into me, actually." "I've decided to go ahead with the appeal." "I don't know what came over me." "Well..." "I do." "You've been very depressed." "I understood you wanting to drop it, strangely enough." "Yes?" "When it's uphill all the time, there doesn't seem much point." "You've been there?" "No, but I've been in the prison service for two years." "I've seen some women go through hell." "Sometimes you've just got to get a grip of yourself." "Anyway... your solicitor seems very confident about your chances." "Downhill all the way." "Morning." " Thanks." "Cheers." " Thank you." "You know it's not only in church that you pray, Shell." "No?" "You pray alone as well." "You tell God how you're feeling." "You thank him for all He's done for you." "You ask him for things." "What kind of things?" "Whatever you need to make you a better person, isn't it?" "Like He brought you off drugs, didn't He?" "Well, I'm trying Crystal." "But there's so much temptation about." "Which is why you need the help of the Lord." "When there's officers bringing in gear and all." "Officers?" "Like who?" "Oh, I can't say." "I don't want to be a blade." "Shell, if you're sure, you got to say." "This ain't like you're grassing up a friend." "Yeah, but she might get into trouble." "I hope so!" "She deserves to burn in hellfire if she's dealing in drugs." "You've got to tell the governor." "That's the only way we're going to get rid of it." "She told me herself." "Look, don't tell me if you don't want to... but tell the governor, Shell." "You've got to." "I don't know." "It's a bit scary." "Will you come with me if I do?" "Sure." "But then you better tell me who it is." "Did my mum remember to post that perfume to you?" "I'll bring it to your cell at lock-up." "Great." "Well?" "Shell's got something to tell you about the drug problem in here." "Has she now?" "You said to tell you if we knew anything." "All right, go on." "Well, Shell knows someone that's bringing the stuff in." "And it's a prison officer." "Really?" "But before I say who, miss... I want you to know that I'm sticking my neck out here." "A lot of the girls gonna be mad if the supply gets cut off." "Shell, you better not be wasting my time." "This is a very serious allegation." "She can prove it, miss." "She's going to have to." "I know you're suspicious, miss, and I don't blame you." "But I want to make up for what I done." "All the mess I've caused dealing in drugs and everything." "I was well out of order." "And I've found God now." "I have!" "It's only God can bring people off drugs for good." "And if you don't mind my saying... it's only God can sort the mess you got yourself into." "Yes, yes, OK." "So who is it?" "I'm trying to help you as well, miss." "I know you're in trouble after Crystal's letter." "Look, will you save me the false concern... and just tell me who it is?" "Yeah, but I want you to know why I'm doing this." "She's been putting pressure on me to buy them." "Who has?" "Miss Rose!" "It's Lorna Rose who's been doing it." "And you can prove it?" "Yeah." "You'd better." "Piss off." "Stewart's watching me." "I've told you before about that lip of yours." "Just watch it, OK?" "Have you got it?" "Hand it over, then." "I think I better take that, don't you?" "I told you there'd be nothing." "It's just perfume." "That's still an offense." "Why did you do it?" "Well, well, what have we here?" "That's a lucky-bag, all right." "I had no idea, I swear." "For Christ's sake, Lorna!" "I'll need your id as well." "She set me up." "It happens." "Let's wait for the investigation, shall we?" "Lorna?" "I knew Shell was up to something with that religious carry-on." "I said it was all eyewash." "Jim was all for it." "I said I'd give her the benefit of the doubt, that's all." "And now?" "So what's going on?" "Can any of you tell me?" "We think one of the prisoners was blackmailing Miss Rose, sir." "Over what?" "We're not quite sure what happened yet, sir." "There's a lot of rumors flying around." "She must have done something wrong if it was blackmail." "The wing's having problems generally at the moment, sir." "I haven't seen anything like it before." "No, nor me." "And I've been in the service 1 2 years." "Does anyone know where Miss Stewart is?" "I think you done brilliant, Shell." "Yeah, cutting our supply route off just like that." "Amazing!" "Yeah, that's why she did it, isn't it?" "She could have picked on somebody else, couldn't she?" " Like Hollamby." " Like Hollamby, yeah." "Miss Rose weren't that bad, really." "She was a screw, wasn't she?" "If I turned her into one of us, that can only be good." "Can I have a word?" "Yes, of course." "I'll come back in about five minutes." "Glad to see you're getting on top of things... after our little chat." "I had no idea this was going on." "Evidently." "Well, while you acclimatize... there are going to be a few changes here." "I've ordered closed visits for a start." "I really don't think that's a good idea... punishing everyone for an officer's indiscretion." "Then what do you suggest?" "My staff are stretched as it is." "They're making a botched job of it, if that's what you mean." "Perhaps this will brighten their ideas up." "Well, there's one bit of good news." "We got the date we wanted at the Registry Office." "Old Shufflebottom can't over-ride you on that." "Stubberfield." "I don't know if I can take another day in that place." "Well, you can't give up now." "No?" "What, let Jim Fenner get your job?" "You hang in there." "Hmm?" "What's this, then?" "It's closed visits." "Miss Stewart's orders." "The cow." "Well, it's not her bringing the drugs in, is it?" "How do we know?" "One of her officers did." "Yeah, that's right." "If I can't hold my little David's hand when he visits..." "Yeah, it's all she's got to look forward to." "You're going to have a riot on your hands... if you're not careful." "This won't have been her decision, will it?" "It'll be the governing governor's." "How do you know?" "If anyone's to blame, it's Dockley for setting up Lorna Rose." " That's what's done this." " That's bollocks." "is it?" "I'd say it's spot on myself." "Best thing I've heard in ages." "What, ninety women on a short fuse?" "Dead cushy." "Yes, well, any trouble, you just bang them up." "Happiness is door-shaped, as far as I'm concerned." "She should have done this months ago, like I said." "What's the atmosphere going to be like?" "Oh, I've no time for atmospheres." "I go by the rules, me." "You know where you are that way." "Could be worse." "Could it?" "At least you've shown Simon you're on the case... nabbing Lorna like that." "You'll be putting Shell back on enhanced after that, will you?" "After what?" "Setting up one of your fellow officers?" "I don't think so." "She can't keep me on basic!" "You couldn't have made a worse cock-up if you'd tried." " l got the bitch off the hook!" " You set up an officer." "I shafted a screw who was bringing drugs in here." "I told you, Jim. I've changed." "We've got to get rid of this shit!" "Will you listen?" "Nobody believes that crap." "Just makes you look an even bigger liar." "Serves you right for not involving me." "That's what really bugs you, isn't it?" "If you'd let me find the stuff instead of her... I could have taken it straight to Stubberfield... and she'd have been out on her arse." "Instead of which, you've just saved it." "And made yourself even more unpopular." "You're going to have to be bloody smart... to get out of this one." "You're gonna miss all this." "Yes, how will I cope?" "To think..." "I'll soon leave it all behind." "You're confident all of a sudden." "No, no." "I was just thinking positive, like you said." "Thought there was something you weren't telling me for a minute." "I've read about you in the papers." "I've read about you in the papers." "Or about this place." "Seems that I've come at a really interesting time." "Yes, well, just so's you know... you might be famous on the outside... but you won't be in here." "Want to bet?" "Are these my new neighbors?" "Any objection?" "None at all, sweetheart." "Name's Yvonne." "Hope you like a good party, girls." "Who's that?" "That's Yvonne Atkins." "Charlie Atkins wife, isn't it?" "Someone tried to muscle in on him." "She got a hitman to bump him off." "Hitman grassed." "What did she get?" "Four years." "She can bump me off any day." "Don't let the buggers get you down." "What you reading?" "Little Dorrit. lt's a story about a terrible prison." "Thank goodness we got rid of all of those." "You're doing your bit, Helen." "Most of the girls in here know that, deep down." "Yeah, but for how much longer?" "Hey, come here." "I'm just getting it from all sides, Nikki." "You know?" "From above and below." "It just would be so much easier just to give in." "Hey, you mustn't think like that." "No?" " No." " Sorry!" "I... I shouldn't have done that." "No, you shouldn't." "You there, Monica, love?" "Not much longer now and you'll be free!" "Writing any more letters, Crystal?" "Send one to Yvonne's hitman." "Ask him to take you out." "She can do that herself, can't she?" "She works in the kitchen." "She can get a knife and slit her own bleeding throat." "Yeah, and Dockley's while she's at it."