"You've no idea what he's capable of." "He murdered Yvonne Atkins." "Now, give 'em a wave." "Go." "So, what, you're gonna get a knife and stick it in him?" "No." "I got all the time in the world." "They're staying here, in our bloody hotel?" "Tell me it can't get any worse." "God give me strength!" "Malcolm, come and sit down." "We really must talk." "Does that hurt?" "I'm the only top dog round here." "(MUFFLED SCREAMING)" "PHYL:" "Leave her alone." "You're a loathsome little man." "Mix bleach with what?" "Hair dye, it's in the fumes." "Chlorine, innit?" "Oh." "Put it in the candle's wick." "(SYLVIA SCREAMING)" "Sorry." "Just go." "(CAR HORN BLARING)" "Upset someone, have we?" "I think I recognise the handwriting." "SAUNDERS:" "This'll light a candle for Yvonne, all right." "Poison wicks, for a poison screw." "JOHNSTON:" "Oh, bleeding hell, Ju." "Ain't you been to bed?" "I can't settle and I won't do, neither." "Not with that bastard Fenner still breathing." "Well, what if Mrs Fenner's wrong, eh?" "You know she ain't, Ju." "Fenner killed 'vonne." "Simple as." "Thinks he can get away with it, and all." "So, what, you're gonna be stuck in here forever, are you?" "Cancer could come back and get me at any time, mate." "Could be next month, next year, who knows?" "As long as Fenner's rotted, I'll die happy." "No, no, no." "This ain't gonna work, Ju." "Light them candles, you'll take other people out, not just Fenner." "We'll have to get him on his own, then." "What, stick him in some cupboard?" "He'll blow out the candles." "Not a cupboard, Ju." "The hanging cell." "When we go down there, he's coming with us." "DI:" "Come on, Marge." "Time for work." "Miss." "Miss, could we have a word please?" "Can I help you, Julies?" "Yeah." "It's the anniversary of Yvonne's death today." "We was wondering if we could do a remembrance for her?" "Well..." "We thought a little shrine down in the hanging cell so people could pay their respects, and then, maybe a service in the chapel afterwards?" "Say a few words." "Make it special." "Well, Mr Fenner will never agree to it." "So I'll go over his head and ask Mr Grayling." "That should piss him off no end." "Fenner's gonna get it tonight." "Be my tribute." "Well, you know how much Yvonne meant to the women." "And with her being dead for a year, well, my feeling is that we should give some focus to the grief." "Well, otherwise things could kick off big time." "Fine." "We'll hire the Queen's Fusiliers if you like." "Come lunchtime, it'll have zero to do with me." "Why, what's happened?" "I've been called to a meeting with Area." "Well, three inmates drove straight through the prison gates in broad daylight." "They're not calling me in for a promotion, now, are they?" "Oh, shit, Neil." "Right." "Sylvia's due back this afternoon." "So remember, when she gets in, don't ask to see the honeymoon snaps, okay?" "Right, unlock." "There is one more thing." "The women want a memorial service for Yvonne Atkins this afternoon." "Do they now?" "It's the anniversary of her death." "Tough shit." "Well, it is for you actually, 'cause Neil's already approved it." "I saw him this morning." "And he agrees with me." "He thinks it'll help ease tension." "Create it, more like." "Can't do all that harm, can it?" "A few prayers." "I mean, I know you didn't exactly like the woman." "Oh, he hated her." "Right, I said unlock." "Oh, on a final note, I'd like to be known as Miss Barker again." "The name Fenner sticks in my throat." "Come here." "You're paying for the artwork of my car, you vicious bitch." "You get off me, I don't know what you're talking about." "Scratching the word "bastard" was a bit of a giveaway, seeing as it's your pet name for me." "Don't kid yourself." "There are plenty of people who think you're a bastard." "Not just me." "Here, Tine, couldn't get us a nice bit of cling film, could you?" "Yeah, I'll try." "What's it for?" "Can't say at the minute, it's a surprise." "Frig's sake, Ju!" "What?" "It's like you want everyone to know what you're up to." "All right, calm down." "Lifers unit is full here." "What if I'm I left here on my own in this piss hole?" "I couldn't stand it." "(WHISPERING)" "Miss Tull, the seven charges on this indictment will now be read out to you." "(CLEARING THROAT)" "Your Honour, as a Senior Prison Officer," "I would like to assist the defendant as a character witness." "That will not be necessary." "Sit down and remain silent." "On the count of grievous bodily harm, how do you plead?" "Guilty, or not guilty?" "Well, neither, really." "It was sort of more self-defence." "Miss Tull, would you just enter a plea?" "Well, the pervert was pawing at my friend like some rabid animal..." "Quiet." "You may treat a jury to the details if this goes to trial." "Until then, Miss Tull, the only words we want to hear from you are "guilty"" "or "not guilty"." "Now, for the third time, how do you plead?" "Guilty." "Oi, Arun, remind you of anything?" "Get lost." "Mmm." "Looks even more like yours now." "Oi!" "Nebeski." "What?" "You know what." "Only having a laugh, aren't we?" "It's all right, Pat." "You're only messing, aren't you, girls?" "Well, Arun doesn't like your jokes, right?" "Neither do I." "Pretty macho when you get started, aren't you?" "I just want this cell swap to work." "I'll feel really guilty if Arun gets bullied when she goes back to the dorm." "Anyway..." "Have I embarrassed you?" "What's there to be embarrassed about?" "You tell me." "Can I have your attention, please, for a minute?" "Today is the anniversary of Yvonne Atkins' death." "You're all welcome to come along and attend a memorial service that will take place this evening in the chapel at 5:30." "A shrine will be set up in the execution block where Yvonne suffered the most horrible death that anyone can imagine." "Locked up, suffocated, screaming for help." "Most of us in here liked and respected Yvonne very much." "Except you, you tosser!" "Shut it!" "Right." "Move it." "Breakfast over." "Come on, move it." "Right, if you don't move it in the next three seconds, you'll be all lock-down for the rest of the week." "One, two..." "What are you laughing at, Kerrigan?" "Ajoke." "Could've got out of hand, that." "Which is why you stood on the sidelines and watched?" "You were dealing with it so well, mate." "Right." "You're being transferred to another wing first thing in the morning." "You can't transfer me." "I've done nothing wrong." "I'm just talking about good order and discipline, Di." "Every time I see you, I wanna slap your face." "I know it's the same for you, and lets face it, the girls can smell bad blood a mile off." "Come." "Mr Fergus." "Morning." "I'm sure you'll be happy with today's news." "No doubt we're closing in on her chum." "We'll soon have them both back where they belong." "After a holiday for two on the Costa del Sol?" "Yes." "I've asked one of my senior managers to carry out a full investigation into the incident." "No stone was left unturned." "Security systems were working normally, staff supervision was according to best practice." "God help us if there'd been a slip-up." "If two ruthless prisoners are prepared to kosh their way out..." "Neil, they're old age pensioners, aren't they?" "I, um, just wanted to assure you that I'm taking steps to ensure that this never happens again." "I'm sorry, I've heard enough." "File this report, please." "I'm afraid we're going to have to carry out our own inquiry into Larkhall's security." "I welcome it, Mr Fergus." "We need to be certain, in the interim, we can trust the governing Governor to run the place properly." "You can rely on me." "Jan, tell Jim Fenner I wanna see him in my office." "No, as soon as." "You sure you wanna do this?" "Well, you two want to be away from prying eyes, don't you?" "What are you yapping about?" "Admit it, Pat." "You'd much rather share a cell with Sheena than me." "I'd rather not share a cell with anybody." "I think she knows you better than you think." "You are happy about me moving in with you, aren't you?" "Yeah, I suppose." "What's going on, ladies?" "Sheena and I are swapping cells." "Really?" "Says who?" "He did." "Did he, now?" "Well, I'm sorry to disappoint but Mr Spiers isn't the wing governor, I am." "So the move's off." "Go on, take your stuff back and unpack." "Just what is your bastard problem?" "Just trying to protect Parmar's interests, that's all." "Bullshit." "Well, put her on the four-bed, they'll string her up in no time." "Not my fault they won't accept her sort." "It's you that won't accept it, you narrow-minded prick!" "A word, Kerrigan." "As long as everyone's miserable, you're happy." "Ain't that how it works?" "I'll tell you how it works." "You keep that trap shut or Williams gets put on the first shipment out." "Take your hands off her, you bloody animal!" "I will not have my authority undermined, understand?" "As for you, you can kiss goodbye to any more visits from your little brat." "No, you can't." "I'm doing the kid a favour." "Ajunkie lezzer like you is not fit to be a mother." "Get back to work." "Can we just have a talk about this, Jim?" "What's there to talk about?" "You gave an order out of turn which I overruled." "I'd have overruled it myself if you'd have asked me." "You didn't have to slap me down in front of that lot." "Oh, sorry." "Didn't know you were the sensitive type." "I thought we were both on the same side." "I've made that clear enough, haven't I?" "Yeah, well, actions speak louder than words, mate." "Hi there." "Hola." "Do you speak inglés?" "Jesus Christ." "I have got a muy, muy good deal for you." "€30,000." "Lo siento." "No es posible." "Okay." "Cuatro €1 ,000." "And that is the best offer you're going to get, you ignorant Spanish peasant." "Quinientos." "What did you say?" "500?" "For these beauties?" "Quinientos o nada." "Adiós, amigo, and I hope your penis shrivels and drops off very soon." "The shit." "How could he?" "Jesus." "Oh, don't cry, please." "The one thing that kept me going in here was seeing my little boy." "Now what, eh?" "What's there to stay of the smack for?" "I'm so sorry." "I should've just shut my bleeding mouth." "Like I said, you're too macho for your own good." "Whatever it takes," "I'll do it, I'll sort it out." "Just don't worry." "Forget it." "It's not your problem." "If it's upsetting you, then it is." "Come on, Kerrigan." "Nice." "Thanks." "Now all we gotta do, get Fenner on board." "£1 ,1 99 a month?" "I'm a prison officer, not a flaming footballer's wife." "They're the figures, I'm afraid." "Well, you'll just have to go ahead and so some more calculations." "I'm afraid for someone of your age, the bank won't extend the repayment period and I doubt you could raise further funds from elsewhere bar the loan sharks now." "You's the shark." "I borrowed that money on the back of your advice to Malcolm." "And if that's ruined me, I'm going straight to your ombudsman." "Ombudsman or not... that's your monthly payment, I'm sorry." "Sorry, my eye." "Well, if you sell Malcolm's flat, you'll clear most of your debts." "And what am I going to live on in the meantime?" "So much for a comfortable retirement." "I'll be working till I'm 90." "If the worst comes to the worst, you can always declare yourself bankrupt." "I'm going." "You can send any correspondence to Dr Nicholson's flat." "I'll be living there till the place is sold." "I'm sorry your inheritance didn't work out." "Had I known," "I'd have advised you differently." "Oh, button it!" "I hope I never have to see your ugly face again." "Not had a good day?" "Oh, you could say that." "I thought I should tell you that as from tomorrow, I'm suspended." "Pending an inquiry into the Costa's escape." "Seems it was a trip too far." "Wouldn't have anything to do with you, would it?" "Eh?" "Well, rumour has it you've got form." "Dockley, Blood." "You helped them over the wall once, didn't you?" "Didn't your mummy tell you not to listen to rumours?" "If I find out that you've allowed prisoners to escape..." "You'll what?" "Hit me with your handbag?" "This inquiry's going to show what a shit regime you run here." "You're finished." "Better start praying to the patron saint of poofs." "Well, not before I've done this." "Can't punch with two limp wrists, can you?" "Now, pack up your stuff and piss off." "With any luck, I shall be in that chair by tomorrow morning." "Shit." "Are you okay?" "Yeah." "Never better." "Listen, you file a complaint and I'll bear witness." "Oh, forget it." "You're gonna let him get away with it?" "I didn't say that!" "Okay, let's move it to lunch, everyone." "Pack up now." "Hold on." "Fine." "Go to lunch." "Mr Fenner?" "Me and Ju was wondering if you'd like to come with us to lie a wreath for Yvonne?" "You had some sort of head injury?" "I ain't never told anybody this, sir." "It would mean a lot to me to give her a proper send-off." "'Cause, you see, I knew she was planning to escape and I could have stopped her but I never said nothing." "If I had, she'd still be with us now." "Listen, love, as far as I'm concerned, Atkins can rot in hell, where she belongs." "It's just a shame I wasn't there to watch her pass away." "The thing is, Mr Fenner," "I hear there's something going down in the hanging cell." "Oh, yeah?" "You grassing up your mates?" "Pull the other one." "Well, it ain't grassing if it's a screw you're dobbing in it." "Is it?" "And I just don't want nothing to ruin 'vonne's special day." "So, what's gonna happen?" "It's your wife." "Mrs Fenner." "Miss Barker." "She's been stirring the girls up so much about, you know, Yvonne dying." "She even told me and Ju that you fessed up, it was you that topped her." "She's wound the girls up so much that they're hatching a plan to take over the hanging cell and start a protest to get the police to reinvestigate into Yvonne's death." "And it just don't seem fair to use Yvonne's memorial to get back at you." "Eh, sir?" "DI:" "Sylvia." "Yeah, of course, I can, darling." "Yeah, be right there." "Absolutely no slip-ups, two by two." "Noah's bloody ark." "Only when two of the animals come out, then let the next two in, all right?" "Gotcha." "Good." "Bev, you're back!" "(ALL CHEERING)" "Here, welcome back, Bev!" "Nice one, girl." "Looking good, isn't she?" "Settle down!" "Respect rule, gal!" "VICKY:" "That's enough." "I said, that's enough." "Wish you were here." "Welcome back, Bev." "Well, I'd like to say it was nice to be back." "Hey." "Show some gratitude after that lovely welcome back the girls just gave you." "Oh, I'd say that was more of a sympathy vote." "Did you know that I was on my way out of here when the alarms went off?" "So while you were downing sangria, we were all banged up in here." "Look..." "Now, that is just pure selfishness." "You planning something?" "We writing a book." "Oh, yeah?" "Let's have a look." "It's a secret, sir." "You're in prison, Nebeski." "Can't go for a piss without us knowing about it." "(SCREAMING)" "Sir." "I'll see you later, Bev." "You stay where you are." "Oh, my God!" "I just came in to see Bev." "Say welcome back." "She's a bloody damn animal." "She's just bitten a chunk out of me." "Hey!" "You just bit yourself and are now trying to get me in trouble." "I'm filing a report." "You'll get an adjudication first thing in the morning." "And I'm recommending to the new number one that you're shipped out as soon as." "Meantime, you're back on basic." "What?" "I didn't do..." "And there is no way you are ever getting a day trip out of here." "Go on." "Shift!" "And that's my bracelet." "You'd better get that seen to." "You all right, mate?" "Bleeding hell, Bev." "You might want to see a doctor about that." "You might have tetanus." "Rabies, more like." "And I need to see a dealer, get a couple of bloody kilos of heroin." "Here." "Brought you that in case you're hungry." "That is very thoughtful of you, Tina." "It's good to have you back, though." "Is it?" "Yeah, course." "I like you, don't I?" "Do you know that's very kind of you, Tine, after I've been so mean to you." "Let's be friends, eh?" "I think I'm going to need a few." "That old bag deserves everything she gets." "She should be down the block for pissing off to Spain like that." "And that's where Mr Fenner will put you if you don't hurry up." "Back in a min." "Yeah, okay." "Not hungry?" "You always this caring?" "Police didn't think so when they found my ex-boyfriend." "So, no partner in the background?" "Bit hard to meet people when you're banged up." "No one special in the last prison?" "I don't do relationships." "I'm no good at them." "You?" "Just my boy." "Been on my own for over a year now, since I got pregnant." "I reckon it's time I met someone new." "In fact, I think I have." "No way, Sheena." "Eh?" "Oh, all right, darling." "Listen, David, I've got something I wanna tell you." "What?" "Oh, no." "Go on." "You go and answer the door." "Yeah, honest." "I was just missing you, that's all." "Yeah." "Bye, sweetheart." "I'm sorry." "No!" "I am not standing for this!" "That shithead Fenner is gonna regret this!" "(PHONE RINGING)" "Fenner." "Hello, sir." "You mean it?" "No, obviously I'm delighted, sir." "A whole new regime?" "Thank you, sir." "Can't imagine how awful it must have been for you, Sylv." "I mean, one minute you're on your honeymoon having the holiday of a lifetime and the next..." "Well, it's just horrible." "I don't need pity, Di." "No, I'm just trying to say..." "Well, just don't bother because I'm happy that bastard is dead!" "Sorry to use such language." "But that's the way it is." "Oh, Sylv." "You left these upstairs." "So... been found out to be a naughty girl, have we?" "Whatever Fenner said, it's a lie." "He's gone freaking power mad, hasn't he?" "Maybe I should count myself lucky he did cancel your weekend out... or else it could've been me you sunk your teeth into." "So have you come to help me settle in, sir?" "Because I could obviously do with a hand." "Ah, that's lucky, they're my favourite pair." "Glad you won't be waving them at Mr Fenner in the future." "It's a miracle I'm sitting here at all." "If those men hadn't burst into our room, Malcolm would have done away with me." "I'd have probably turned up in a plate of paella." "And you say they were Russian?" "Apparently." "Well known to the Spanish police." "Well, I wish they'd come and kill off my husband." "I can't believe that lying toe-rag had a vasectomy behind your back." "Here." "Do you think Jim knew about Malcolm's plan to take my money?" "Best of friends, weren't they?" "A fortnight ago, I was looking forward to a family and a future." "Now, I'm childless and homeless." "Why don't you move in with me at Malcolm's?" "That way we'll both save on costs until I'm able to sell the place." "Do you mean it?" "Oh, Di, it'd be a pleasure." "Truth is, I need the rent money... and the company." "We'll get on fine, Sylv, you and me." "And definitely no men." "Oh, no, I'm finished with them." "Forever." "The barricades are well and truly up." "Well, you just keep on wearing that and it'll scare them off." "Do you know, so much has happened, I haven't even given it a second thought." "Well, you say you're in debt, Sylv." "I mean, that rock looks as if it could be worth a bit." "There's a jeweller on Mead Street." "It'll only take me 1 0 minutes." "Oh, and Di, not a living soul must know what Malcolm did to me." "I feel so ashamed." "You just go and get that ring valued." "At least the creep left you something." "It's cubic zirconium." "Well, it's fake." "Rot!" "To be quite honest, I could see it was as soon as I looked at it." "But I checked just in case." "Give you a tenner for it." "Heard the good news?" "The new acting governing Governor." "Oh, Jesus Christ." "Had to happen sometime, I suppose." "Oh." "Aren't you gonna wish me luck in my new job?" "Piss off, Fenner." "That's a nasty bruise you got there, Neil." "Hi." "Yeah, could you send a memo to selected members of staff inviting them for drinks in my office this evening, please?" "No, I'll give you a list in five." "Thank you." "Bobby D." "No, you've no idea how good it is to hear your voice." "Yeah, I was wondering... do you fancy a drink or two tonight?" "Sylv." "What can I say?" "Great bloke like Malcolm, gunned down on his honeymoon." "It's bloody awful." "I'd rather not discuss it, if you don't mind." "Right, of course." "Makes it easier to cope, you see." "Right now, the important thing to me is having my friends round me." "Di has been like a rock." "Look, this might be a bit early but, um..." "I wondered if you felt able to take on the role of Principal Officer?" "Pardon?" "I'm moving up, Acting Governor, while Neil's being investigated." "Are they mad?" "Want me to look after all the wings, Di, including your new one." "So, what do you say about a well-earned pay rise, Sylv?" "No, thank you." "Di and I have got our own plans for the future." "So, anyone else in the reckoning for the Principal's job, then?" "Not that I can see." "You know I want it, don't you?" "That's your problem, Kev." "You're too ambitious." "Makes me nervous." "I was right about you." "You're a piece of shit." "That's no way to speak to your new number one." "Any more mouthing off like that and you'll be getting your marching orders." "I don't think so, Fenner." "Don't push me." "You're not clever enough to get one over on me." "I'm gonna see you out." "That's a promise." "Consider yourself dead." "Look what me find." "Wicked." "It's perfect." "Hey, have you heard?" "Fenner's the new number one." "What?" "Oh, shit!" "Shit!" "All the more reason now, Ju." "Jesus Christ, are you joking?" "Now he can rape all the girls in Larkhall, not just the ones on G-Wing." "The only good thing about Fenner was that he was anti-you." "Oi, zip it, you!" "You wanna be careful he don't do the same thing to you as he did to 'vonne." "Yeah, bring it on." "Come on, girls!" "Back inside." "These are nice, aren't they?" "That's beautiful." "You ready, Ju?" "Can't wait." "Just gonna take this back to the shed." "I'm sorry if I embarrassed you earlier." "It's fine." "What's wrong with you?" "I'm bloody angry, that's what." "You always are." "I mean it." "You get up grumpy, grump around all day, you go to bed grumpy." "You really should give yourself a break, otherwise you're just gonna push Sheena away." "Will you stop trying to play bloody cupid, Arun?" "We're just mates." "Do you know what's worse than lying to other people?" "It's lying to yourself." "Only makes you miserable." "And I should know, I've spent plenty of years doing it." "Do you want me to smack you one?" "This isn't a bloody soap opera." "This is it." "This..." "These sodding bars." "So, I don't want to hear another word about it." "Got that?" "Bobby Darren." "Mum!" "It's all right, Terry." "I'll see to him." "Well, I don't believe it!" "What a surprise." "But how did you get in?" "I didn't read your name at the gate." "Neil Grayling." "I met him at your wedding, remember?" "Oh, yes." "I phoned him and asked if I could visit." "He didn't mention anything to me." "I asked him not to." "Just in case you weren't up for it." "A visit from my own son?" "Don't be silly." "All right, Ju?" "I don't like the vibes, mate." "I'm sure 'vonne will be watching over us, yeah?" "Try not to get too upset, yeah, girls?" "How would you feel if it was your mate died in there?" "We're gonna honour her memory the best way we can, eh?" "Too bloody right." "Christ!" "To think she met her end in this stinking hole." "Ju, I swear, you don't need to know people have died in here." "You can feel it." "Poor girls." "God, it turns my stomach." "This should be a shrine all the time, not just tonight." "Get the public in." "See if they wanna bring back hanging then." "I'll be outside, girls." "Okay, thanks." "All right." "Oh, Jesus!" "What?" "Nothing." "What is it, Ju?" "Nothing, honest." "Help me." "Help me." "We're gonna make this bloody well work." "Tina, Governor Grayling wants to see you." "Eh?" "What have I done?" "Doesn't mean you're in trouble." "Come on." "See you in a minute." "See you later, Tine." "Quick." "Sharp enough to stick in the flesh." "Wicked." "Right." "Let's see if it works." "Don't point it at me." "Point it at the floor." "Wicked." "Yes!" "Now all we need is some poison." "(KNOCKING AT DOOR)" "Welcome." "Hi." "Thank you." "Oh, Christ." "No, don't worry, I'll get my own back." "So, how are you?" "All the better for escaping my mum's clutches." "Oh, no." "You bumped into Sylvia." "She didn't suspect anything, did she?" "Hope not." "(KNOCKING AT DOOR)" "Hello, sir." "You wanted to see me?" "Yes." "Could you speak to the kitchens and ask them to prepare some light snacks for this evening?" "You know, sausage rolls, that kind of thing." "Oh." "I can make you some of my cheese straws, if you like." "I got a special recipe." "Great." "Cheese straws." "Your mother's gonna choke on them." "Tina." "What you doing?" "I thought you'd be first in the queue to help out with your favourite dead top dog's flowers." "No." "Mr Grayling's got me organising a screws party." "Party?" "Yeah, it's the Governor's last day, isn't it?" "Oh." "Here, Tine." "You got any rats behind here?" "We need some info for the book." "Yeah, course there's bleeding rats, they're all over the bloody place." "So, you have rat poison, then?" "Can we have some?" "We need it, see." "Oh, I don't know." "Oh, go on, Tine." "It's an experiment for the novel." "We'll dedicate the book to you, how about that?" "Really?" "Why don't you clear that mess up?" "Sorry, sir, I was just daydreaming." "I bet you do your own bit of fantasising in here, eh?" "Well, I've been known to have the odd naughty thought." "About Fenner, for instance?" "Well, you'd have to be blind not to notice the way he treated you this morning." "In front of all the girls like that, it's terrible." "One of Jim Fenner's specialities, though." "You didn't look too impressed." "In fact, you looked like you could've throttled him." "Well, can't pretend we're best mates." "Well, I don't know if you're seeing what I'm seeing, but he's got it in for you, massively." "You know I'm right." "Nothing I can do about it." "No, of course not." "Nor me." "Although I do know somebody who could." "A professional." "What are you saying?" "All I need is you to help me send a message... from Di Fenner's mobile." "I've been waiting for you for ages." "Have you?" "I wanna talk to you." "Please, let's not go there." "For God's sake, what's your problem?" "It seems..." "I don't know, like you're embarrassed about what you feel." "What do I feel?" "Look..." "I know you have feelings for me." "Why don't you just admit it?" "Feelings for you?" "My problem is..." "I think I love you." "Best way I could think of saying thank you." "For Spain." "Oh, Sylvia." "You shouldn't have." "No, I shouldn't have." "And less of the Sylvia, if you don't mind." "Now, that's not very friendly, is it?" "Listen, Tull." "I'm not your friend." "You're a born con." "I don't mix with cons." "Well, the least you can do is to keep up a steady flow of this." "That'll be your one and only." "So make it last." "Well, I don't want to have to resort to blackmail." "Well, not just for a bottle of gin." "Listen, Tull, I'm not in the mood for blackmail." "Oswyn's an escaped prisoner." "One word from me to the police, and they'll be looking for a murderer as well." "Speak inglés?" "Si" "A little." "Oh." "Thank God for that." "Fino sherry, please." "Ice-cold." "So, you ride bike?" "Vroom, vroom." "Yeah." "And you...?" "Vroom, vroom." "Me?" "Si" "Well, I've been a bit of a goer in my time." "Ah." "So?" "Did you get it?" "Yeah, I got it." "And if I took it to security, Di Fenner would get put straight on a charge for having a bloody mobile anywhere near the wing." "Yeah, but she's gonna get a lot worse than that if this text is ever traced back to her mobile, won't she?" "And I..." "I thought you were supposed to be an English language teacher, Natalie." "Now you want me to believe you're the Godfather?" "Look, I've done my homework on this." "Seems that Fenner's had a little visit from a hitman before." "A little present from Yvonne Atkins, but unfortunately for her, he survived." "So if he happens to get gunned down on the anniversary of her death, it's not going to take the police long to join up the dots, is it?" "They're gonna point the finger straight at Yvonne Atkins' little gangster of a daughter for avenging her poor old mum's death from whatever bars she's locked up behind." "And you're accusing me of being a fantasist." "They're the obvious consequences that I can see." "And who cares if the buck stops there, or everything gets traced back to this mobile?" "Either way, neither you or me are in the frame for sweet FA." "I wanna see every word on that text." "I'm wondering whether to spit in Fenner's eye or to kick him in the testicles." "Well, don't give him the satisfaction of knowing that he's got to you." "And anyway, I'm looking to get my job back." "I don't know why, I mean, they're not exactly normal." "I know you find this hard to believe, but I love my job." "Hi, Mum." "Hello, love." "Sylvia." "Well, you're a dark horse, Neil Grayling." "Next time you invite my son for drinks, I want to know about it." "Bobby Darren?" "What are you doing here?" "Oh, he's just here to give his mum some support." "Oh." "Well, she is in need of some." "And I just want to say that today, Neil, you have mine." "Bobby Darren, you remember Jim Fenner, best man at your mum's wedding?" "Your mum and me go back a long way." "I'm not a hypocrite." "Eh?" "After what you've done to Neil." "Well, well." "What will old Sylv say about this, then, eh?" "White wine?" "Cheers." "Okay?" "Yeah." "I put it back." "Brilliant." "What a better tribute to the dead old queen of gangland, eh?" "Okay, everybody, settle down." "Listen." "When we get to the cell, you enter in twos, right?" "You say your prayer, whatever, and then you get out." "You make your way in twos to the chapel, where the Reverend will take the service." "What's with all this "twos" shit?" "We're not school kids." "Well, if we were, you'd be selling us as sex slaves." "My appeal is next month, and then I'm gonna be walking out of here with a big fat compensation cheque for wrongful imprisonment, unless I'm done for murder first." "You all know the rules, stick to them and everything should run smoothly." "Okay?" "Come on." "I don't get you." "You say that to me and then you just walk away." "Call it self-protection." "I'm a sensitive type, see." "I don't like letting people in my head." "You already have." "Yeah, and what's gonna happen?" "You're walking out of here in a couple of weeks." "Back to your boy." "And I'm left here on my own." "Come on, you two." "Cheese straw, sir?" "Oh, ta." "Right, I'm off to Atkins' shrine." "Make sure nothing kicks off." "Sylv, I don't want to worry you but, um, Bobby Darren..." "Hm?" "Has he ever had a girlfriend?" "Excuse me?" "I'd ask him pretty damn quick." "Looks like he's being groomed for Grayling's favourite bum boy." "Well, you really are a nasty piece of work, aren't you, Jim?" "Thanks be to Di, I get to see you in your true colours." "Hang on, I'm only trying to show you how your..." "Get stuffed!" "Bye, Jim." "Good luck in your new job." "Can I just have everyone's attention for a moment, please?" "Thank you." "Now, as most of you are already aware," "I'll be away for a couple of weeks while Area carries out its investigation, and I just wanted to take this opportunity to thank you all for your hard work and support." "Thank you." "And now we really should push on to Atkins' memorial." "Now, just a quick reminder to those of you who are new," "Yvonne Atkins was highly regarded by the rest of the inmates, so be prepared to a fair amount of tears and emotions." "Oh, and try and appear sympathetic." "You don't have to worry about my feelings, Pat." "I think I love you, too." "I can't believe this is happening." "I never thought..." "Don't breathe in too deep, Ju." "Reckon this room will take one more death, don't you?" "Like the shrine we made for her, sir?" "Looks nice, doesn't it, sir?" "I just hope there won't be any trouble." "Oh, we've put you a chair out and all." "I won't be sitting." "It's as if she's in the room with us, eh?" "Yeah, yeah, I suppose..." "I suppose it does." "But who knows if she rests in peace?" "Might have unfinished business." "We've said our prayers, sir." "In you go." "It's the last time they're gonna see that bastard alive." "This sherry really gives a girl an appetite." "I think I'd better have another one." "You know..." "I'm also...hungry." "You want we go nice hotel?" "Huh?" "Come on." "No, I don't think so." "Cuánto cuesta?" "But you no drive." "Seven, eight, Jerez?" "How far to the French border?" "No, no, no." "Muchos kilómetros." "It's too far." "Listen, come." "You have place to stay, here, in Spain." "Oh, I'm off to Croatia, matey." "Cheap real estate." "Loads of dumb Brits looking for homes." "I am gonna clean up." "That's in lieu of a shag." "That's the ignorant English peasant." "Right, that's it." "Come on, beat it." "Next!" "You, out." "Sir, I've just come to pay my respects." "My arse." "Stir it, more like." "Out." "All right, come on, hurry up." ""Now you are free, like a bird and a bee" ""The pain is no more, the wound isn't sore" ""Your heart, it will fly..."" "You're making me cry." "Come on, hurry up." "Jesus Christ, this is creepy." "Love...is there something you're not telling me?" "Um..." "No, Mum." "What do you mean?" "Well, I've got something to tell you, then." "I need you to lend me some money." "That's right." "I'm not only widowed again, I've been left crippled with debt." "So, I'll worry about whatever you may or may not be doing with your life later." "Right now, all that matters to me is that you're solvent." "Is there a problem?" "You could say that." "Right, you two, on you go." "He's praying." "You go." "You do it." "No." "It was your idea." "Go on." "You escort them to the chapel, I'll finish off here." "Come on." "What's that?" "Self-defence." "My stars said change was on the horizon today, they didn't say it was going to be a bloody tsunami." "It's not a matter of life and death, Bobby." "It's a house in Hampstead, Neil, which my stupid mother's pissed up the Swanee just to get another useless ring on her finger." "And now she expects to screw £300 a month off me just to keep her in chocolate sodding fingers!" "I mean, hello, God." "At least she turned a blind eye to you screwing me." "It'd be better if she hit the screaming roof and never wanted to see me again." "Anyway... today is a day for remembering everything that's happened in this office since it was mine." "There is one last piece of business that I'd like to achieve on that desk." "Just so that I can feel I've really left my mark, if you're up for it." "What, you mean...?" "Mm-hm." "(BOBBY DARREN CHUCKLING)" "You can be my governing Governor any day." "Evening, everyone, I'm the new Chaplain here at Larkhall." "Stick your prayer book up your muff." "This?" "Even with God's help that would be a bit difficult." "Still, he's has been known to perform miracles." "Now, if we could all turn to Hymn 1 59, which was one of Yvonne's favourite songs." "No, miss." "No." "Her favourite song's on here." "(ROCK 'N' ROLL MUSIC PLAYING)" "We're all done here." "Make your way to the chapel." "# Breathe through the heats of our desire" "# Thy coolness and thy balm" "# Let sense be dumb, let flesh retire" "# Speak through the earthquake, wind and fire" "# O still small voice of calm" "Please be seated." "Julie Saunders." ""Yvonne Atkins was the best mate anyone could have had." ""You girls know when you make a friend in here," ""means a hundred times more than it does on the outside." ""Yvonne was always there for me," ""like she was there for all of us when we needed her." ""And there ain't a day gone by when I don't miss her." ""And I mean really miss her." "Every single day for the past year." ""She could be hard when she had to be," ""but she was the kindest person you'd ever meet."" "What she hated more than anything else was bullies." "The problem was, Fenner didn't like that one little bit." "And that's why the bastard screw murdered her." "He locked her in that tunnel and he left her there to die." "And by God, he's bloody well gonna pay for it." "(ALL CHEERING)" "Let us offer our anger and sorrow up to God together." ""Our Father which art in Heaven Hallowed be thy name" ""Thy kingdom come Thy will be done..."" "(PANTING)" "Thank God." "YVONNE:" "Fenner!" "Fenner!" "Let me out!" "Fenner!" "Fenner!" "Let me out!" "Let me out!" "Let me out!" "Let me out!" "...we meet in the name of Jesus Christ, who died and was raised to the glory of God the Father." "Let us pray." "Almighty Saviour, those who die in faith have eternal joy in your presence." "For us that remain, be with us in our sadness and turn our eyes toward you." "Grace and mercy on you all and on our beloved sister Yvonne." "Gone but not forgotten." "Amen." "I'll see you're okay, Mum." "Where's Jim?" "You have to be their number one suspect." "What?" "So you stabbed him and you watched him die?" "No!" "She didn't do it!" "Ju." "I did it!" "I killed Fenner!" "No, you didn't." "Neither of you did." "It was me." "I killed Fenner." "Piss on this." "I killed Fenner." "And me." "I killed Fenner."