"Headline news at eight o'clock." "The prison service has promised a full investigation... following the suicide of another female prisoner... the second this month." "Nineteen-year-old Rachel Hicks... an inmate of Larkhall Prison, South London... appears to have hung herself while her cellmates..." "Hanged!" "The word is hanged!" "A Home Office spokesman said..." "Half past three I woke up this morning." "I'm just... I can't believe Rachel could..." "Yeah, well, it's getting to us all, Dominic." "Yeah, but I was her personal officer." "She asked me for help and I just told her to shut it." "What, and that made her top herself?" "I don't think so somehow." "Morning!" "I need you to cover for me." "I've got to see the governor at nine." "A couple of transfer reports." "You can guess what it's about." "It's funny, isn't it?" "The guiltier they feel, the bossier they get." "I don't see what she's got to feel guilty about." "Really?" "Rachel told her she was desperate... because her mum had put her kid into care." "So what does Stewart do?" "Puts her on G1 dorm with a bunch of nutters as punishment." "She smashed up her cell." "Helen could have put her in the block for that." "Well, she ended up putting her in a coffin." "Jim!" "Look, the fact is... she's the Wing Governor and the buck stops with her." "OK?" "Morning." "Don't know if I can manage it this early." "Shut it." "You were doing like I told you and keeping out of her way?" "Yes!" "If you're bullshitting me..." "Honest, I was." "Ask Denny." "She'll tell you I was trying to be friends with Rachel." "Look, the Number One's on the warpath." "There's going to be a lot of questions." "If they pin anything on you, you're gonna be in deep trouble." "Yeah?" "Well, if I'm in deep trouble... I don't reckon I'll be the only one, Mr. Fenner." "You listen to me." "You just keep your head down and stick to your story." "This is going to get messy." "Careful." "Sorry about the reports... but the governor, he wants me in on this." "Come." "Allow me." "Helen." "Have a seat." "Thank you." "Jim, good of you to come along." "Thank you, sir." "Now it's an unpleasant business, so we might as well start." "Unless you want tea or coffee?" "No, thank you." "I'm fine, thank you, sir." "I take it you've done a preliminary report?" "Rachel Hicks' body was found in her cell 7:00 A.M. on Wednesday." "Doctor's estimate-- she'd been dead three hours." "Cause of death--strangulation." "The police came and interviewed everyone straight away." "Foul play has been ruled out." "The Chair of the Board of Visitors?" "She came in yesterday afternoon to look at the cell." "She's quite happy that the police aren't going to take further action." "So...are we any nearer finding out how this tragedy happened?" "The day she died, her mother told her... that she was going to put the daughter, Maddy, into care." "I told Helen I thought that was probably why she'd smashed up her cell." "Didn't you think to put her on suicide watch after that?" "No. I didn't consider her to be a suicide risk." "I take it you're not a mother." "Whether I'm a mother or not is irrelevant." "Look, I know that she had bad news that day, very bad news... but there's something else at the root of this." "Something that she wouldn't tell me about." "So you established she had a whole series of problems... and you put her back on Basic?" "With respect, sir... smashing up a cell is a criminal act... and I was sufficiently worried about Rachel... not to put her on the punishment block." "So instead you sent her back to a dorm on G1... where she killed herself." "What you want this morning, Denny, my darling?" "Your drawing made her do it." "She thought you wanted to cut her head off." " You got rid of it, didn't you?" " Yes." "Well, then." "We could get another ten years for this." "Look, no one's got anything on us, OK?" "OK?" "Rachel Hicks was a little whore." "Pity Rachel didn't listen to you, Nikki." "No good thinking the screws are going to look after you." "Still, look on the bright side." "Least there's an extra helping today." "You sick bitch!" "Sylvia!" "Assistance required ASAP." " You stinking piece of shit!" " Get off me!" "All right, all right." "A couple of animals." "Get off me!" "You come with me." "You stupid bitch!" "Get her!" "You psycho bitch!" "I'm gonna kill you!" "Wade, that's enough!" "Like a bloody animal!" "Get off!" "This girl is the first suicide... I've had at Larkhall in over two years." "And how long have you been here?" "I tried to take an interest." "I could see that the girl wasn't fitting in." "I mean, it was a tragedy that she ever ended up in here." "So I made sure I got her a job cleaning in our office." "Excuse me, Jim, but as Wing Governor... I'm the one that authorized that job." "Well, that's hardly the point, is it, Helen?" "I mean, a young girl has died in our care." "Quite." "If you've finished with me, sir, I'm expecting Mrs. Hicks." "Then I wouldn't dream of keeping you." "Better have Jim with you." "Safety in numbers." " l don't think that's necessary." " lt's a tricky situation." "I'd rather see Mrs. Hicks on my own, sir." "Jim, would you leave us, please?" "Of course, sir." "Have you got a problem with Jim Fenner?" "I'm sorry?" "Do you have a problem with Jim Fenner?" "No." "Well, I couldn't help but notice... a degree of resentment coming from you." "Let me give you a piece of advice, Helen." "Someone in your position can't afford to alienate staff." "Especially experienced officers like Jim Fenner." "We've just had a suicide." "There's clearly been a lapse of judgment on somebody's part... at some stage before it happened." "Under the circumstances, I would have thought... you need all the friends you can get amongst your colleagues." "And with any luck, you'll be transferred out of here." "Give us all peace." "Well, if you ask me, Shell deserved all she got." "I felt like slapping her myself." "You should've." "What if Hollamby gets Nikki transferred?" "She won't." "Poor Rachel." "There was always something sad about her." "Yeah, well, we hardly knew her, did we?" "She went straight up to G3." "But I always had this feeling." "I said to Jul..." " Cursed." " That's what I said." " That's what she said." " Rubbish!" "Superstition, that's what it is." "Listen, love, for your information..." " l'm a medium." " A medium." "And that has got sod all to do with superstition." "She wasn't cursed." "She just didn't know what to do... with the two good fists God gave her." "Think how I feel." "I woke up this morning... to see her staring at me with these big poppy eyes." " Oh, stop it." " lt's what she looked like, isn't it?" "My nerves are shot to pieces." "The doctor's going to have to give me something." "You loved that baby, you wouldn't take nothing!" "Not even for a headache!" "I do love it." "I didn't get rid of it, did I?" "It can't be good for it me being in this state." "You shouldn't be getting nothing after what you done to me." "Sir!" "She's got a letter with her." "That ain't allowed." "Piss off, Dockley." "Move along, Michelle." "You're in it now, Nikki." "So what?" "It's just another bang up." "Throw away the key if you want." " Nikki-- - l'm fine!" "I'm bloody marvelous being locked up in here 24 hours a day." "I won't swing if that's what you're worried about." "Two in two days?" "That'd give them something to think about." "Excuse me, guv." "We've had to put Nikki Wade on block." "Nearly killed Shell Dockley." "It's all here." "Oh, great." "That's all I need." "I put her on report." "She kicked up something terrible." "Look, I can't deal with this just now." "Bring her to see me in my office at 11 :30." "What here?" "She's on report, ma'am." "She's due an adjudication." "Lorna, if you ever make Wing Governor... you'll know how annoying it is to be told how to do your job." "Sorry, ma'am." "Just worried we're not following procedure, that's all." "Kumbaya, my Lord..." "Shit-face doctor wouldn't give me a sodding thing." "Mind your language!" " Got any smack, Den?" " No." "Please, Den." "I'm going out my head here." " Tough shit!" " l'll pay you back." "Lord, now I know what Daniel felt... stuck in this den with these two scumbags." "Who you calling a scumbag?" "You and her." "What you doing keeping us locked up... in a place where a girl done herself in?" "You're animals!" "Mrs. Hicks to see you, ma'am." "Send her in." "If I were you, I wouldn't apologize too much." "Jim... I'm only trying to give you the benefit of" "Of your vast experience?" "Yes, I know." "I can do without it, thanks." "Mrs. Hicks, ma'am." "Mrs. Hicks, I'm Helen Stewart." "The Wing Governor." "This is my deputy Jim Fenner." "Look, I don't care who you are." "I just want to know what's happened." "Of course." "We all do." "Well, something must have driven her to this." "I'm sorry, but we don't know yet why your daughter took her life." "Well, being stuck in this stinking place... with you lot looking after her." "It's about time, too." "Keeping us locked up." "Sir, that doctor... he's not giving me anything for me nerves, sir." "They're wrecked." " Did you tell him that?" " He says I'm putting it on." "What would he do if he woke up to find a dead girl... swinging from the window, her tongue licking her knees?" "Sir, will you go and tell him I've got to get benzos?" "Please, sir?" "Don't be daft, Zandra." "I hate this place!" "I should've legged it when I had the chance." "Yeah?" "You'd have been looking at an extra three months." "Only if you'd caught me." "I could've got as much smack as I could've ate." "Shut up, Zandra." "I didn't want you and Miss Rose to get in trouble, did I?" "We won't get into trouble." "Only 'cause I'm keeping my mouth shut." "I mean, letting a prisoner escape... that's something you hear about on the telly, isn't it?" "Look, if you want to get something off your chest... you go right ahead and do it." "Doesn't bother me one bit." "I got to have something." "Help me cope." "The doctor's told you." "There's nothing." "Smashed her cell up?" "That's not like my Rachel." "She never had a temper before she came in here." "Well, unfortunately, she wrecked the place." "We had to move her." "Just like that!" "I thought you people were supposed to be professionals." "You must have seen she was suffering." "Well, clearly..." "She had a lot on her mind." "Didn't you tell her that day that you'd put her baby into care?" "Yes." "Wait a minute!" "What are you trying to say, that I'm to blame?" "No. lt's not a question of blame." "I'm just saying that we know... that she was very upset about her baby." "Well, she might have been a bit upset... but not enough to top herself!" "So don't start, right?" "Mrs. Hicks... lt's not as if she was especially close to Maddy." "I mean, Rachel must have spent all of eight weeks with her... since she was born." "And I get the blame for saying enough is enough." "She dumped that baby on me from morning till night." "It was muggins here who had to..." "Oh, Rachel." "Mrs. Hicks... look, there's no point raking over the past." "Not now." "And she just said straight up..." ""l'll see her in my office at half past eleven."" "If Nikki Wade's not shipped out of here... I'll want to know the reason why." "Well, if you ask me, the guv thinks she can bring her to heel." "The guv does too much thinking." "It's about time she got her hands dirty... and did a decent day's work like the rest of us." "Lorna, listen, we've got a problem." "Zandra Plackett." "She's just been threatening me." ""Get me benzos, or I'm telling the guv I legged it."" "I'm talking about blackmail." "Little tart. I'll blackmail her." "Yeah?" "How?" "I say we go to Helen... tell her what happened at the abortion clinic." "Oh, don't be wet." "Listen, Zandra's a junkie." "She's out of control, and sooner or later... she's going to tell someone she did a runner." "We've got to get in there first." "I'm sorry, mate, but there's just no way." "What, so we just wait for her to drop us in it?" "It's her word against ours." "One phone call to the abortion clinic... and they'll confirm Zandra's story." "Look, Dom, don't let a stupid prisoner get to you." "Miss Plackett is acting up, she needs slapping down." "Leave it to me." "We'll have a memorial service in the prison chapel." "I'll let you know when things are arranged." "Thanks." "Mrs. Hicks, before you go, I... I wanted to say how sorry, how very sorry I am." "I was very fond of Rachel." "She was a good girl." "You must have been very proud of her." "What did you say your name was?" "Fenner." "Jim Fenner." "She told me about you in her letters." "You were very kind to her." "Well, I did what I could to make Rachel happy." "Well, I'm very grateful, and I know Rachel was." "How are you going to get home?" "A taxi?" "I hadn't thought." "There was a package she wanted me to pick up." "She gave me the name and address." "She begged me to pick it up." "I didn't want to do it." "I felt sure it was drugs." "But Rachel kept telling me... no, that it was jewelry for some girl on the wing." "Michelle, I think, was her name." "Just a minute, Jim." "Can you see Mrs. Hicks out, please?" "But I was going to talk to Dockley right away." "I'll see Michelle myself, thank you." "Thanks for coming." "Zan, little chat." "I'm hearing things I don't like about you, doll, from Mr. McAllister." "What?" "I only asked him a favor." "'Cause I done you two a favor, didn't I?" "Well, get this, Zandra..." "Mr. McAllister isn't going to be doing you any favors... and neither am I." "That's a shame... for you." "Listen, luvvy, I'm not scared of you." " What you doing here, then?" " To warn you." "No more threats and no more blackmail." "Remember, it's your neck on the block if the guv hears you tried to escape." "And what'll happen to you?" "Nothing, of course." "For letting a prisoner escape?" "Why don't you give me the keys?" "I'll let myself out." "I'm not willing to discuss this any more." "Just keep that shut, OK?" "Miss?" "You're sweating like a pig." "Look, watch it, you!" "If you aren't going to help me, then I have to go see Miss Stewart." "And don't tell me they'll bang me up for running away... 'cause I don't care." "I don't care one bit!" "Oi!" "Now, come on now, my love, calm down." "Calm?" "I'm having a baby and no one cares about that!" "Steve Kennedy?" "Number Two Bourne Grove?" "I thought you might know him." "Don't ever help remember things by rushing." "Steve..." "Loads of blokes called Steve." "That's why I thought the address might help." "No." "Sorry, miss." "Perhaps it would help if you knew why I was asking." "Doubt it." "Do you know why Rachel Hicks asked her mother... to pick up a package from there?" "Why should I?" "Because the package was for you." "Me?" "I think you do know who he is." "I told you..." "Look..." "Rachel's dead, what the hell." "Go on." "She was desperate to get her hands on something." "Anything." "She didn't mind." "She asked me to give her the name of a dealer." "As if I'd have any contacts the amount of time I've been in." "I tried to put her off, but would she listen?" "You and me both know what people are like... when they're desperate to score." "Just get on with it, will you?" "That's why I gave her Steve's name." "Hand on heart, I didn't want to." "In fact, I thought he'd have moved on by now." "Oh, Christ!" "Did she kill herself 'cause she couldn't get them drugs?" "We don't know why Rachel killed herself." "You're not just saying that to make me feel better?" "No, I'm not." "I know, I know." "It's hard for you." "But--but I'm your friend." "You can talk to me whenever you want to." "There's a pool competition later." "That'll cheer you up, won't it, eh?" "Won't it?" "I just wish there was something I could do for her." "Too late now, I suppose." "Wait a minute." "There's going to be a memorial service for her, isn't there?" "Only I thought I could sing at the service." "Oh, please, miss." "I'd love to do just one last thing for her." "Why do we keep doing it?" "Eh?" "This." "The prison service." "I mean, is it really worth all the hassle?" "What else are you gonna do?" "There's loads of things." "Yeah?" "Like what?" "I don't know." "Driving a bus, or a dispatch rider... or going back to college." "I mean, anything's better than locking up women for a living." "You need a good night's sleep, son." "No. I need to get out of this place." "I'm going to quit." "I asked Lorna to bring Nikki Wade to my office at 11 :30." "Can you check on that, please, if you've got a minute?" "Of course, Helen." "I'll do it myself." "Can you get me Nikki Wade's file, please, Dominic?" "Out." "Why?" "'Cause the lady boss wants to see you, that's why." "Well, you can tell her to sod off." "Up." "Now." "You must be missing Rachel more than any of us, Mr. Fenner." "One more quip out of you, Wade, and I'll..." "Sorry." "Did I say the wrong thing?" "Well, this should keep me going for a while." "Can I talk to you for a minute, please, Boss?" "Can it wait, Dominic?" "Yeah, sure, if you're busy." "What's the problem?" "It's this place." "Well, that gets me a long way." "She's waiting outside your office." "If you ask me, we've had enough of Wade's antics." "Let's ship her out and have done with her." "What, and off-load the problem somewhere else, you mean?" "We've done all we can with her." "She's a pain in the arse." "Well, she's not the only one, is she?" "If she's not careful, she's gonna end us up in deep shite." "Yeah, well, Nikki's not the easiest." " Especially-- - l meant Stewart." "Oh, come on, Jim, Helen's doing a good job." "Well, there you and the Governor choose to differ." "When you've been in the job as long as I have... you'd know that she's got too many "good ideas."" "Keep them calm, keep them quiet." "That way everything runs smoothly." "Start changing things around and it all goes up the spout." "More cancelled leave, more crap all round." "When you find that alternative career of yours... see if there's a job for me, will you?" "Come." "Suicide now?" "That what you call changing things for the better, miss?" "Sit down and listen." "I said sit down!" "I'm not having this, Nikki." "You're not going to undermine the good order of this wing." "So transfer me." "Put me on report." "Do what you like." "I don't give a shit." "Oh, when are you going to grow up and stop all this macho crap?" "Why did you attack Michelle Dockley?" "I don't know." "Touch of PMT." "Sit in that chair!" "Don't you wish it was electric?" " lt's on its way." " Oh, here we go." "What have they done, forgotten to piss in it?" "For your information, Dockley, there's been a problem with the lift." "Well, it can't go cold." "It was never hot!" "Had a chat with Miss Stewart this morning, did you?" "Came in screaming blue murder at me about drugs." "I put her right." " How did you do that?" " l told her the truth." "About Rachel begging me to give her the name and number of a dealer." "The truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth." "Good for you." "I've offered to sing at the memorial service... you know, as a friendly gesture." "Maybe you could find me somewhere quiet to rehearse?" "Be doing us both a favor." "The only option you leave me is to get you transferred." "Send me where you like." "is that what you want?" "To be moved far away from Trisha?" "I don't give a toss about Trisha." "She was getting on my tits so I chucked her." "Was it..." "was it a long-term thing?" "Nine years." "Nine." "That's a long time." "Spare me your sympathy, will you?" "You probably don't think it's for real 'cause we're dykes." "Oh, why don't you shut-- Just shut up!" "Heard the latest, Lorna?" "I think our colleague here's going to be handing in his notice." " No." " Ask him." "Maybe you could talk him out of it." "You are joking?" "No." "So you can relax." "No more nagging you about telling Helen." "There won't be any more trouble from Zandra, I promise." "I've had a word with her." "You're kidding yourself." "Oh, look, you know, Helen's not that bad." "Anyway, I don't give a shit if she sacks us." "Well, I bloody do. I love this job." "I've got ambitions." "So you get a black mark against your file." "It's not the end of the world." "It will be when there's one there already." "Yeah. I had a prisoner once on suicide watch... begged me to let her say her prayers in the chapel." "Little softie me turns my back for like half a second." "She's gone and cut a vein open from there to there." "Full enquiry." "Hauled before the guv, etc., etc." "I was lucky l weren't given my marching orders there and then." "So you see, Dom, my son... one more slip-up and I'm a goner." "Isn't this usually how it goes?" "You break the rules." "You're thrown into segregation." "You come out more bitter and twisted than when you went in." "And then it just happens all over again." "Yeah." "That's about right." "So hurry up and get on with it." "How many days do I get this time?" "Oh, you love playing the martyr, don't you, Nikki?" "I'm not sending you to the block." "I'm giving you a warning." "A warning?" "is that it?" "I'm sticking my neck out here, Nikki." "I don't know why, but I am." "Can I go now?" "Please?" "Yes." "Do "Stand By Your Man."" "How can she do that when she's dead, stupid?" ""You Are the Wind Beneath My Wings."" "Yeah, that's pretty good." "Nice and sad." "Or "Like A Virgin."" " Hey!" " Hey!" "Surprised to see me, Dockley?" "Sir, what is going on?" "She assaulted me." "I could press charges." "How come she's back on the wing?" "She just is, all right?" "Glamour photographer?" "There's no need to take the piss." "Just taking a friendly interest in your alternative career plans." "You want to throw away good money and a decent pension... that's up to you mate." "I felt like throwing up coming in this morning." "OK, we've a lot to get through." "Right, investigation into Rachel's death..." "Before you go on, Helen... I'd like to raise the matter of Nikki Wade." "She assaulted a fellow prisoner." "Now she's back on the wing." "Why?" "Because I said so." "Well, excuse me, but we're professionals... trying to do a professional day's work." "We can't do that if the good order of the prison... is gonna be disrupted by troublemakers like Wade." "I agree." "I made a deal with Nikki." "Oh." "So, what, we're negotiating with them now, are we?" "Look, Jim, you said yourself..." "Nikki Wade is one of the most difficult prisoners... you've had to deal with." "I'm trying a different tack... treating her like a human being and trusting her." "Well, excuse me, ma'am... it's all very well for you to say that you trust Wade." "But we're the ones at the cell door." "We've got to take the abuse and the assaults, not you." "I think we should give it a try." "Maybe it'll work." "Let's face it, nothing else has." "Look, everyone, I know this is unusual... but you have to remember... the whole wing has been tense since Rachel's death." "Shell's joke was tasteless." "And I've since discovered... that Nikki's partner's just ended their nine-year relationship." "Oh, I've heard it all now." "Sod the rules 'cause some lesbian's gone and dumped her girlfriend." "Another of her bright ideas." "Dominic?" "Thanks for your support." "Well, I agreed with you." "Look... that's what I wanted to speak to you about this morning." "It's my resignation." "Oh, come on, Dominic." "You've got to be kidding." "Why?" "Had enough, I suppose." "What?" "Just like that?" "Look, I know the Rachel thing's getting to you... but you've got a future in this service." "You know that." "I'm sorry, but I've made up my mind." "Thanks for trying, though." "Don't look like no flower l've ever seen." "Even supposing you can see it." "I'm making Rachel a wreath." "Actually, it's Rachel I want to talk to you about." "What you asking us for?" "We don't know nothing." "Nothing?" "You shared a room with her, didn't you?" "You must have seen or heard something?" "Zandra, did Rachel ever say anything to you?" "Me?" "No." "She don't even know her own name." "Shut it, you." "Look, I want some answers!" "Rachel killed herself in this room." "Now, was there anything in her behavior... that made you think that she might commit suicide?" "Did she say anything?" "We told you!" "There is one thing she told me." "The reason why she smashed up her room?" "She wanted to be on her own." "She was expecting you to send her to the punishment block." "Really?" "She wanted to get away from her." "She's talking crap." " She was frightened of her." " She wasn't!" "You kicked her. I saw you." "is this true?" "She stole my fags!" "And you kicked her?" "She stole my fags!" "Did you kick Rachel?" "Look, all I did was give her one little kick!" "She was always bullying her." "Always telling her to keep her mouth shut." "Always stealing from her." "Mr. McAllister, Miss Chisolm." "Take Daniella Blood down to the block." "No way!" "You ain't sending me in that shithole!" "No way!" "Get off me, you bastard." "Get off!" " Come on, Denny, stop acting up." " Get your filthy hands off me!" "Take your hands off me." "I ain't going down there." " That's it." " You bleeding grass!" "Thank you, Crystal." "Might want to talk to you again." "She deserves all she gets." "She's a sinner." "Like most of you in here." "Got a lovely big portion for you, Den." "I hate it in here, Shell." "It's doing me nut in." "That Crystal." "I'm gonna cut her head off." "Oops." "I shouldn't have said that." "It ain't fair!" "Why am I the one that's getting all the blame?" "It should be that bastard Fenner in here." "All right, you two." "That's enough chat." "Sir, would a screw be in trouble.." "if they let someone escape and then tried to cover up?" "What?" "What are you on about now, Zandra?" "I was wondering if they'd be in trouble." "Must be pretty serious, letting someone escape." "Yes, it is." "Bloody serious." "So don't go getting any ideas, OK?" "Not me, sir. I'm a good girl." "I've just been to see Den." "Calling you all sorts, she was." "Reckons it's you should be banged up for what happened to Rachel." "It's a tribute to Rachel that so many of her friends are here today." "All of whom valued her for her integrity." "I know that Rachel was someone... people turned to when they were in trouble." "How tragic, then, that when she was confronted by problems... she chose a desperate remedy." "We may never know what led Rachel to take that course... and it has touched us all deeply." "But let us remember her life... and to help us to do that... and to provide us with some time for quiet reflection..." "Michelle Dockley is going to sing for us Rachel's favorite song." "When you walk" "Through a storm" "Hold your head up high" "And don't be afraid" "Of the dark..." "Have they started?" " l think so." " Oh, dear." "Walk on" "Walk on" "With hope in your heart" "And you'll never walk alone" "You'll never walk" "Alone." "llls have no weight" "And tears no bitterness" "Where is death's sting?" "Where, grave, thy victory?" "I triumph still if thou abide with me." "Ladies and gentlemen, I just want to take this opportunity... to say how personally devastated I am... by Rachel's tragic and untimely death." "And I want to assure Rachel's family and friends... that no stone will be left unturned... in our efforts to find the cause." "I was just thinking in there how ill you looked." "Maybe I'll have a word with the doctor... see if he's got anything he can give you." "Would you, miss?" "I'd be ever so grateful." "Part of my job is to look after the health of the prisoner." "That's all I'm doing." "Denny, your adjudication." "You know why Rachel topped herself, don't you?" "Yeah." "So do you." "It was 'cause of her kid, wasn't it?" "Her mum putting it into care like that." "You saw how upset she was." "She was crying Maddy's name all night, wasn't she?" "Wasn't she?" "Am I going to get out of here?" "Just stick to the story... and you'll be all right." "Have you got a mo'?" "Daniella, you're charged with a very serious offense here." "You're not doing yourself any favors." "I only gave her a kick." "That's not bullying." "That's just a kick." "A small kick." "A couple of weeks ago..." "Rachel was admitted to hospital with a stomach injury." "Do you know how she got it?" "No." "She had internal bruising consistent with a blow of some sort." "Another little kick, maybe?" "You're telling lies about me!" "I'm asking you a question." "It weren't me made Rachel top herself." "It was her mum giving her little girl away." "I think we all know why Rachel committed suicide, Denny... but you shouldn't have done what you did." "So why don't you just apologize to the governor for kicking Rachel?" "I'm sorry." "Anything else, Mr. Fenner?" "No, ma'am." "Unfortunately, saying you're sorry is not going to bring Rachel back." "You've got a long record of violence and bullying, Denny." "I'm going to report this latest incident to security." "If there is so much as a hint of this ever again... I'll have you transferred." "Do you understand me?" "Yes, miss." "In the meantime, I'm sentencing you to seven days on the block." "What?" "Miss, that ain't fair!" "It wasn't even my fault!" "That's enough." "Mr. Fenner, you said" "Take her away." "You bastard, Fenner!" "Get off me!" "Get your filthy hands off me!" "You've certainly got your favorites, haven't you?" "I'm sorry?" "Well, Nikki Wade half kills a prisoner... and she gets a slap on the wrist." "Denny gets put down the block for a week for kicking someone." "Daniella Blood is a bully, Jim." "I'm surprised a man of your experience doesn't know the difference." "I've been to see the doctor." "He's agreed to see you again." "You've got an appointment Monday morning, 11 :15." "That's brilliant, miss." "'Cause I'm not sleeping." "Not a wink." "Thinking about how I'm going to cope with the baby and all." "I'm not promising anything, you being pregnant, but..." "He bloody well better give me something... or I'm writing to my MP." "Night, girls." "Don't let the bed bugs bite." "Night, Miss Rose!" "Miss?" "Can I get out now, miss?" "I've learned me lesson." "I'm freezing." "Do some exercises." "They took me shoes!" "There's cockroaches all over the floor." "Just stand on them." "I want to see the governor!" "She's gone home, my love." "Won't be in till Monday." "I know what happened to Rachel!" "Morning, miss." "Have a nice weekend, miss?" "Let's skip the pleasantries, shall we?" "Have you got something to tell me about Rachel?" "I don't know if it's, you know, if it's..." "Relevant?" "Yeah." "Well, let me decide." "I don't want nobody to say I'm a grass." "If you've got some information, then I'd like to hear it." "It's Mr. Fenner." "Mr. Fenner?" "What about him?" "He was shagging her." "You know, having it off with her." "Rachel." "Don't be ridiculous." "He was!" "Tell me, Denny... how come you know so much about Mr. Fenner's sex life?" "Rachel told Shell." "Well, Shell got it out of her somehow... but it ain't Shell's fault." "It's Mr. Fenner's." "He's the one that was doing it to Rachel." "He should get the blame." "And if I was to ask Michelle Dockley to confirm your story, would she?" "So we've just got your word for it, then?" "Can I get out now, miss?" "You're lucky l'm not giving you another week... making false allegations against my staff." "Hi." "Hi." "How you feeling?" "So-so." "Nikki, can I speak to you in strict confidence about something?" "Sure." "It's about Mr. Fenner." "You once said he had a fan club." "Can you elaborate on that?" "What do you mean?" "Well, what form this fan club took, for instance?" "It seemed an unusual thing to say." "Are you asking me to be a grass?" "Nikki, a young girl has hanged herself." "Now I promised Rachel's family I'd investigate her death." "I did expect a bit more co-operation from her friends." "I can't prove anything." "And I'm not naming any other names... but I did warn Rachel off Fenner." "I thought he was taking advantage." "Well, it's a piece of shit." "That's what I thought... at first." "I don't believe this." "Denny said that Rachel told Shell." "And now another prisoner's told me... that she thought you took advantage of Rachel." "Oh, let me guess." "Nikki Wade, by any chance?" "Another man-hating lesbian." "Something's beginning to smell, Jim." "Look, ma'am... if you think for one minute I took advantage of that poor girl... there's not a shred of truth in it." "And you repeat one word of it, I'll have you." "Don't threaten me, Jim." "It makes you sound guilty." "Well, how did you get on?" "Couple of jellies." "Good." "That's you and me quits, then." "No more favors, got it?" "Yes, miss." "Till next time." "Come." "So, Helen, what's so important?" "Any good news to report from G Wing?" "Sir, I think I might be getting somewhere... with my investigation into Rachel's death." " Really?" " Yes." "In the strictest confidence" "Look, Helen..." "Jim Fenner's been to see me." "He tells me you're accusing him... of having had a sexual relationship with Rachel Hicks." "He told you?" "Yes, he did." "Sir, I think there's something in it." "Last week you said you didn't have a problem with Jim Fenner." "Now you're accusing him... of the worst breach of professional conduct." "You've got no evidence against him except for the say-so... of a couple of very difficult prisoners." "Isn't that the case?" "Yes, I suppose, but I felt they were telling me the truth." "Did you?" "Well, that tells me a lot about your judgment, Helen." "That you've got none." "Well, what was I supposed to do?" "Just ignore these accusations?" "I have a duty of care to these women." "Helen, you're really disturbing me." "If you can't see how wrong you are about this... then I think you should go home and seriously ask yourself... whether you should be doing this job." "Poor Denny." "Must be hellish for her being down there." "You want to feel sorry for someone... you feel sorry for Rachel's little baby." "Stuck in some home for orphans." "Yeah, well, there'll be a bed for her in here... in fifteen years time, won't there?" "All right, Helen?" "So you went to see your buddy Simon after all." "I'm not having you slagging me." "I could teach you how to run this place." "'Cause believe me, love, if I had been running it..." "Rachel Hicks would still be alive." "Love you, Shell!" "Miss you!" "Love you, Den." "Sing us a song, someone." "Do you want to hear the latest number from the two Julies?" "No!" "I'm gonna get that grassing cow." "Oi, Crystal!" "You listening to me?" "You're gonna fry in Satan's fires, Shell." "Burn, burn, burn!"