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Jesus. We've been here all this bloody time.

It's only round the bloody corner.

Are we actually here?

Jesus Christ almighty, give him a medal.

I'll go round London next time. It'd be twice quicker, Muppet.

You've had a good long sleep.

You look so peaceful, I didn't like waking you.

What have you done to your lip?

Now, I've told you not to wear your watch in bed.

You've slept on your wrist and you've cut yourself.

No, I haven't.

You have to get some TTP and clean that off.

It wasn't me, me watch.

Mother.

What are you talking about?

You watch us here on your wrist, look.

If it happens again.

Now, if you're feeling hard done by, well, I'm sure we can find you a nice

little home with lots of friendly nurses to look after you.

They've got all sorts of ways in those places of making you feel comfortable.

Now, get you cleaned up and onto your chair.

And then I'll make a nice cup of tea.

After all I've done for you. If I hear one more word...

I'll just get that TCP.

I sometimes think you want to spend the rest of your life in jail.

I don't, Miss. Well, you're going the right way about it.

Now get out.

Thanks, Miss.

She's had several weeks in solitary.

I can't condone any more.

I don't see why.

I'd keep her in till she goes to court.

Really, Sylvia. Well, that makes a refreshing change.

You're Miss Betts?

Gina Rossi, new officer reporting from D -Wing.

I'll see you later.

What do you mean, now?

If you don't mind, I'm in a meeting.

Sorry?

We're not getting rusty, are we?

That's all we need.

Things just go from bad to worse in here.

Got a lovely house, don't you?

Monica, yeah.

Two bathrooms.

Don't know how many bedrooms.

Two bathrooms.

Yeah, and we're going to stay there when we get out. At least until we find a

place to go, aren't we?

Yeah. We're out to some, eh? Well, you can stay there as well.

Yeah? I'm sure it's the same into an halfway house. We're old friends.

What, she has another?

Don't see why not.

Wacky.

You all right, Belle?

Not really. I'm expecting a visit from my stepchildren, Amanda and Greg.

I thought they didn't know. Aren't you?

Understatement of the year.

So why are you saying them?

Well, I'm assuming they've got something to tell me.

Like piss off and die? I mean, they'd waste their time doing that.

No, I suppose I'm hoping they want to bury the hatchet and forgive me for

marrying their father. And for taking all his money as well. You'd be lucky.

But if they did change their position, it could influence my appeal.

Or am I being over -optimistic?

You're right.

Nicky.

Lovely apple. Guess who I've got a visit from this morning. You don't waste much

time, do you? You won't know what's in them. He's a professional, isn't he?

He's going to have to be.

Give you a blow -by -blow account.

So, Gina, what brings you to G -Wing?

Well, they like to move people around, don't they? So you don't stagnate in

that. Uh -huh. And I've been there two years.

Felt like a fresh challenge.

So, assaulting the inmates there wasn't challenging enough for you?

Sorry? Or fighting with your fellow officers?

Do you honestly think I don't know why you've been transferred here?

I wasn't fighting.

Mark's my fella, isn't he? We're just having a row.

Some row?

He'd been chatting up one of the inmates.

Is it true you slapped her across the face?

I know I shouldn't have done that, but she was winding me up. You can't let

all call over you.

It was only the once.

You do it only the once here, and you're out. Is that understood?

You just keep your hands to yourself from now on, yeah?

They need orders, don't they, to keep me happy?

Yeah.

I'd like that.

See you later, babe.

That phone is for business use only.

You've not changed.

Nor have you.

If you think we're manning the barricades while you drool and dribble

thing... Cut the crap, Sylvia. You never ring your old man's tone to get your

hemorrhoid cream.

Poor soul. You leave my Bobby out of it.

We haven't met. My name's Di Barker.

Gina Russey.

Gina's our replacement for Dominic, if you can believe that.

She will get on fine.

What was he like then?

This Dominic.

He stuck to the rules, if nothing else.

Ooh. St. Bloody Dominic.

What'd he do? Lit your arse?

Dominic McAllister was one of the best officers I've ever worked with. If not

the best.

And if you can hold a candle to that, you'll be doing well.

What's got to her?

I suppose Atkins is on legal aid, is she?

Yeah, yes.

All these criminals walk in the streets.

Then when they are sent down, the taxpayer's coughing up to get them out.

How much do you charge by the hour, then?

What? Too much, I'm sure.

Which firm are you from?

Not that she'd mean much to me.

You get younger every day, I know that.

Don't you?

Don't look so worried. There'll be someone outside if she gets strappy.

We have done this before, haven't you?

Explaining the appeals procedure.

Dozens of times.

Never gets any easier, though.

What did you say your name was?

Gina. Said nothing in your file about you being deaf.

Well, there's a lot in my file that you won't find.

Oh, yeah? Like what?

Well, like, does it say that I got a mate on D -Wing that told me a screw had

been transferred in because she had a bust -up with her boyfriend?

Is it true that you were moved against your will?

Is it true you got on everyone's tits?

Cos if it is, we got a problem.

Forgive my directness.

It's the only way to get through to some screws round here.

I hope that's not incitement to mock my fellow officers.

I'd take a very dim view of it if it was.

I'll be outside.

You've got half an hour.

It should be long enough.

You OK?

Oh.

Just boyfriend problems.

Yeah?

I've been dumped, haven't I?

No shit.

Do you know what really gets me?

He'd known for ages he was leaving.

Didn't tell me till the last minute.

He gone off with someone else, has he?

Younger model who doesn't live with their mother.

Should have seen it coming, I suppose.

Sounds to me like you're better off without him.

I've finished with men.

They knew the damage they caused.

Women are just as bad, you know.

It was a woman who got her clothes into him, from what you're saying.

That's true.

You know the best way to get over these things?

Just find someone else and forget about it.

I'm just off to visiting.

Are they still in there?

Unless they've blown the wall out and got away by helicopter.

Well, haven't you been listening?

I've got this thing called a life, thanks very much.

And I've got this thing called a job.

You can't be too careful in this place.

I can't hear anything.

You know, I'm not convinced he's a lawyer.

He didn't look devious enough.

He was pretty tasty, I know that.

Is that all you can think about?

She just giggled. Give us a break.

If he's given a legal advice, he's doing it in sign language.

I'm going in. Sylvia.

What's going on? Do you mind?

I'm entitled to privacy in this room.

Let's have a look at those papers. Excuse me?

What firm are you from?

Like it says on the letter.

Paikman and Spears.

Is there a problem?

There's a number on top of the letter, Miss.

Why don't you go and ring it?

Only do it quick before I make a formal complaint.

Come on.

I told you it was best away.

You were pushing it. What if she'd rung?

She hadn't got the bottle.

Mm.

Good copy.

I'm a pro.

Does that mean I, uh, won't be disappointed?

Did you not read our guarantee?

Money back unless completely satisfied.

Right, now you know the rules.

Nothing on the table. Keep your hands to yourselves.

No picking things off the floor.

If I see a tongue down anybody's throat, I'll chop it off personally.

Well, they're for you, aren't they, Hunt?

Yes, they are.

Well, go on, then. Wave.

Nice to see you both.

Although I must say I'm a bit surprised.

What brings you here?

We've been doing some thinking.

And there are one or two questions we'd like to ask you.

About our father?

Look, we've been through all this before. You know why I did what I did.

We're not here about why you killed him.

We want to know why you married him when you were never divorced from your first

husband.

That better?

Should keep me going for a couple of days.

Five more minutes.

Look, my daughter Lauren will settle up with you.

I might even open an account after that.

You're good.

Don't waste our time.

We've used a private detective on this. I got divorced when?

Years ago.

1986.

So where are the papers?

I've no idea.

Do they keep them?

Well, the decree absolute should be lodged at the court where it was

But it was Wood Green, wasn't it?

That's right.

Well, they've no record of your divorce from Arthur Roper. But that's

impossible.

Where is Arthur?

I haven't the foggiest, and I can't say I care.

Why don't you get your private eye on to him?

We have. He can't find anything.

I can't have seen him for 15 years. He could be dead now, for all I know.

What do you mean, could be?

I'm sorry, what are you saying?

There's no record of the divorce.

We can't find him.

Now, look here.

I'm already locked up in this place because of your disgusting accusations.

had just about enough.

It's you who are the gold diggers round here. We're only trying to get at the

facts. And the facts suggest that our father wasn't your first victim.

How dare you, you little...

Shit!

You up

late

as well?

Not specially.

I'm just not sleeping. That's my problem at all. My fellow won't leave me alone.

He's even right since I got transferred.

Talk about absence makes the you -know -what grow fonder.

You've got a bloke.

Not anymore.

We're better off without him, I reckon.

And I spend half my time fighting other women off.

They're like flies on a job sit when they see him.

People say I'm lucky, but I don't know.

I think you're the lucky one for being on your own. Just bottle it, will you,

Gina?

How are you today?

Eh?

It'll be a few hours.

Oh, you know.

Takes time to get over a bus stop, doesn't it?

Do you care?

I like to see people down, I suppose.

Well, I do feel a bit better actually, Josh, don't you?

That's what I like to hear. Everyone crying over something you can't fix,

it? Yeah, well, you smile, but there's some truth in that. You should be a

counsellor. What? I get that in practice. Girls in here are always

these shoulders.

Well, there you go.

That's what you do for a living, though, is it?

Now, I think I'll speak to what I'm good at.

See you later, Gary.

You coming for breakfast?

I'm not sure I can face it.

I'll bring you some back if you like.

I want my cup of tea.

Yeah?

Earl Grey.

One spoonful.

Heat the pot and the cup.

Milk him first or last.

At least you can still smile.

How are you feeling, Barbara?

like shit if you want the truth.

I seem to be using that word rather a lot.

I know some people that can pay these assholes a visit if you'd like.

They wouldn't listen to anyone.

These people don't talk, Barbara.

They pull teeth out, things like that.

Well, that's very kind of you, Yvonne, but I don't think it would do any good.

Well, you know where I am if you change your mind.

See ya.

She means well.

That's one comfort.

Eve, you and Russ.

What's that?

Our campaign.

Against Barbara Sheehy's stepchildren.

We start with anonymous phone calls.

Yeah. Working relays, wear them down. Then we write them letters.

They'll get about ten every day. I'm doing it. Me too.

Gonna have loads of fun with this.

Make them really suffer.

Yeah, all right. Count me in.

What kind of things are we going to say?

Well, you ain't going to say much in a letter. You can't even write a buzzer.

It's not bloody camp.

We say she's suffered enough.

And that they should leave her alone.

Yeah, what do they want, blood?

I'll give them blood.

Buckets of it.

Shut up, Cheryl.

You going to tell Barbara about this?

Don't know. What do you think?

Well, I offered her some love and she didn't want to know.

Maybe best keep it quiet.

Good idea.

You lot are looking very cheerful.

What are you plotting?

Oh, we're trying to think of ways to cheer up Barbara, Miss.

You got any ideas, Miss?

It's hard for me to put a twinkle back in your eye.

Just tell her every cloud has a silver lining.

That's a great advice, Miss. Well, tell her.

I see Atkins had yet another legal visit today.

She just had one, hasn't she?

She had a visit.

Don't know how legal it was.

Meaning? If that was a lawyer, then I'm a jumbo jet.

They're at it like rabbits in there.

Did you see them?

Oh, no. They were too clever for that.

But you mark my words.

Well, next time, perhaps keep an eye on her.

With pleasure, ma 'am.

Is this Amanda Hunt?

If you've suffered enough, all right.

Leave her alone, Bits. Who am I speaking to?

Never mind who we are, darling.

If you two sickos don't leave off Babs, we're going to come round there and pull

your fingernails out, right?

If this is some kind of joke... We ain't laughing this end, sweetheart.

And you won't be neither when you get a razor blade down your cuticles.

She's proud. She's a lot.

Hello? You don't get rid of her that easy, Mandy.

You could always play them at their own game.

Hire a private dick of your own.

To do what?

Well, they're trying to prove you're not divorced. You've got to prove you are.

Not a bad idea.

Provided you've got the money.

Why didn't I think of that?

Take the devious mind, Barbara.

I know that I'm the real criminal and you're not.

Do you want to have kids one day, Amanda?

Because if we cut your bits and pieces out, you won't be able to.

funny. I'm going to hang up.

So you're Cheryl Dockley?

Who wants to know?

Your new personal officer, Gina Rossi.

I usually have a man.

Yeah, well, it's your lucky day, sweetheart.

They're giving you someone with real balls for a change.

Dear Miss Hunt, you are a... Oh, God, I'm serious.

It has come to our attention... Yeah, it's a good one.

..that you and your brother... I've got it in for... ..for your stepmother,

Barbara.

If... If you do not mend your ways... We'll pump cement up your flubock. And

dump you out at sea. You've heard of a concrete overcoat. This is a concrete

undercoat.

Bloody hell.

Bit of jackpot here, girl.

Enough juice here to keep us going for hours.

I reckon we should have a go at him next.

Who, Greg?

Tell him we're coming round with the garden shears.

To trim his bush.

If he's got one.

You all right, miss?

Playtime.

well with the girls.

You're just being friendly.

Look, I know this must sound daft, but you're really on their wavelength.

I think you should consider being a prison officer.

Me? Why not?

I'm not a job man.

Well, I think your talents are wasted.

Come on, be serious.

You need qualifications for a start, yeah?

Well, I've only got one home level.

Anyway, there are other qualities that are just as important.

I think you cheered up a little too quickly, mate. You were like a rush to

brain.

Well, I only speak as I find.

Yeah, well, find someone else here. I've got a bug to unblock on D -Wing before

I go home.

See ya.

Mr Hunt?

Yes?

Are you screwing that sister of yours, Greg?

You'd better stop this, whoever you are.

Because I think that's her problem.

She needs a good seeing to.

You should screw her instead of an innocent old woman you eat with a little

wanker.

Oi, knobhead, are you listening?

Hilarious. Do you mind, miss? It's a private conversation.

I'm afraid that's where you're wrong.

Did Barbara put you up to this?

No, Miss.

She didn't know nothing about it.

Then who decided?

It was me, Miss.

It was both of us, Miss.

We did it together.

Who else was involved?

No one, Miss.

You know what you've done is a serious offence.

We won't do it again, Miss. Honest.

It's a bit late for good intentions, Sharon.

I'm giving you both 42 days on top of your existing sentences.

It'll go on your parole board report, so don't expect any remission.

Oh, miss.

And you can thank your lucky stars I'm not going for a criminal prosecution.

Threatening behaviour, attempting to pervert the course of justice,

Did you really think they wouldn't get who

was doing it?

God, I feel terrible now.

How is it going to look if I have to go back into court now?

The prosecution will walk all over me.

We're really sorry about that.

Yeah, well, not half as much as I am.

God, we really messed up, didn't we?

Big time.

a lot of friends out there.

Friends like thee.

Hiya. B .S. Hamilton for Karen Betts.

Cheers, mate.

You could look at it this way, of course.

If Greg and Amanda were going to intimidate an innocent woman, They can't

complain if they get a taste of their own medicine.

Well, except they're doing their intimidation through the legal channels.

The girls here are just behaving like hooligans.

Miss Betts wants to see you in her office, Barbara.

Now.

This is Detective Sergeant Hamilton and his colleague, D .C. Hill. They just

want to ask you a few questions, Barbara.

If it's about those phone calls, I'm sure they'll explain everything.

I'll leave you to it. Thanks.

Will you take a seat, please, Mrs Hunt?

Right. Do you recognise this man?

Yes, it's my first husband, Arthur.

Have you found him?

Oh, yes, we have.

Now, you said you were divorced in 86.

That's right.

Well, we've interviewed Mr Roper at length about your break -up.

And it would seem, Mrs Hunt, that there are some irregularities.

How did it go?

That bad?

You'll see those phone calls, won't you? Surely.

Honestly, I could kill those barter tech kids. You've got to get back at them,

Barbara.

What about your private detectives? Did you do some ringing around?

It's not about the phone calls.

It's my first husband, Arthur.

They found him.

Come on, that's good, isn't it?

It means you're in the clear, if only.

I'm afraid I haven't been telling the truth, Nicky.

What?

What do you mean?

Arthur and I were never divorced.

That's why they can't find the papers.

I've, um, checked on the qualifications that you need.

What are you, a recruitment officer?

You're supposed to have GCSEs, but nobody bothers much.

They're more concerned with how good you are at the job.

You get commission for this, don't you?

I'm doing it because the service needs all the good people it can get.

You've said the girls are always coming to you with their problems.

You've got no -one else to talk to, have they?

They've got specially trained personal officers.

You must have something if they come to you instead.

You're being serious, aren't you?

Would I encourage someone who's no good?

I mean, this job's hard enough without bringing more rubbish in.

I can't believe you don't need no qualifications.

Well, there's an entrance test.

See, I do dare be a catch.

I'm useless at exams.

Useless. It's dead easy, Josh, honestly.

God, if I can do it. Yeah, but you're bright.

I'm no brighter than you.

And once you're in, you can work your way up.

I mean, the pay's all right. 1 ,200 quid a month for a rookie.

And then there's holidays, a pension.

No, don't put me in a graveyard, mate.

Whichever way you look at it, it's got to be a better career than you've got

now.

Yeah, well, maybe I'll think about you.

You've got nothing to lose.

So you've been lying through your teeth the whole time?

Well, only about the divorce, I swear.

Only?

Correctly swore on the Bible about that. You still would be if the police hadn't

found you out.

I'm telling the truth now. How do I know?

Exactly.

I mean, why did you lie about the divorce?

It just seemed easier.

I didn't think it would come out.

Arthur's a Catholic, you see. He didn't believe in divorce. He said it was

against God's will.

Although I think he did it out of spite, really.

You've got to believe me.

You're about the best liar I've ever met.

I trusted you.

We all did.

You're a shit.

You're her personal officer, Di. Can you keep an eye on her? Oh, yeah, of

course.

How does this affect Will?

Well, the stepchildren want to contest it.

If she wasn't legally married to Peter, then technically she had no claim to his

estate.

So how much are we talking about? Do we know?

That's the other extraordinary thing.

She came into three and a half million when he died.

How much?

She's worth three and a half million pounds.

Jesus. I think I might have popped him off for that.

We don't know that's what happened.

But the fact Bigamy's illegal makes it look like Barbara only married her

husband for his money.

Well, I've said it before and I'll say it again.

The quiet ones are the worst.

You know, we're going to have to keep an eye on Barbara.

The police are sending a case to the CPS.

They're going to charge her with Mr Hunt's murder.

I've had enough of you pulling my chain.

Yeah, me and all.

Well, ask Mrs Hunt herself when she comes down.

Or should I say Mrs Roper, since she's still legally married to him.

Babs the bigamist.

You know, she's a bleeding dark horse, eh?

Babs, you wouldn't hurt a fly.

No. People do all sorts of things when there's three and a half million at

stake. Three and a half million?

You've lost it, Miss.

Ask yourself if you don't believe me.

You know, this ain't true, is it, Babs? What about you, not divorcing your old

man?

I'm afraid it is, yes.

You bitch.

Yeah, you lying twat.

We've put our frigging necks on the line for you. I never asked you to do those

things. Is that all you can say?

Me and Cheryl have got extra time because of you.

You should have come clean, Barbara. You've disappointed us.

I think she needs a kick in for that.

Hey, hey, that's enough. Well,

I've not had enough. You're clean. No one takes a piss out of me and gets away

with it.

You saw he was trying to help and he just let us. I didn't. I was horrified.

I'll show you what horror means. Let go of her.

I'm trying to cure my nasty sleep, but right now you're really pushing me,

Dockley.

Now get that just done, OK?

Anyone else fancy a crack?

You can keep some small change for refreshments, and everything else must

the lockers.

Ian Ravenscroft, I'm here to see von Atkins. It's a legal visit.

Oh, yes. We're expecting you, Mr Ravenscroft.

That's a very legal -sounding name.

Gina, take this gentleman to the interview room, please.

I've got my ID somewhere.

Oh, that won't be necessary.

You'll find everything ready and waiting.

Well, thank you.

There'll be someone outside, OK?

Then.

You're not as cute as the last one.

Still.

As long as the equipment works.

Sorry?

Where do they find you all?

What the hell do you think you're doing?

Come on, darling. Now, don't be shy. We haven't got long.

Don't worry. You'll still get paid.

I think there's been a misunderstanding, Mrs Atkins. I'm already being paid.

I'm Charlie's lawyer.

He's preparing his case for the High Court.

He wants your help.

I know it must seem like you've got a mountain to climb, but you've got to

focused.

On what?

Well, on your case, on how you're going to present your arguments.

For God's sake, I think about nothing else.

That's one reason why I'm going out of my mind.

Well, every cloud has a silver lining.

The only silver lining I can think of right now is ending it all.

You must never give up hope.

I gave up hope the day I came in here.

And with people like you around to help me, can you wonder?

Charlie wanted to make you an offer.

Does he now?

When he was arrested...

The police found a package with 20 kilos of cocaine in his house.

Our house.

That's the only really hard evidence they've got on him.

And they wonder why the crime rate's rising.

He wants you to tell the court that you took delivery of it.

Isn't he wonderful?

He sets me up.

He cheats on me.

And then it's, oh, by the way, darling, can you take the wrap for me as well?

You wouldn't be taking any wrap.

You say you thought it was a birthday present for him.

Like they'd believe me.

They'd never prove you were lying.

What do I get out of this?

Do what he's asking.

He'll set you up for life.

Once you're out. He owes me that already.

After what he's done for me, I wouldn't trust him further than I could push him

with my piss.

Well, that is a pity, because he still thinks a lot of you.

Oh, yeah.

He's got a funny way of showing it.

He told me to give you this.

If there's anything else.

Right. This man is a gigolo or a drug dealer.

Possibly both.

Search the two of them.

I've let you all down.

Yep.

I don't know what I can do to convince you.

Peter knew I couldn't get a divorce, but he still wanted to marry me.

He wanted to take care of me in every way.

Including financial.

You've every right to be sceptical.

You made a complete fool of me.

I trusted every word you said.

You've got to believe me now.

Why?

Oh, Nicky, you've been my mainstay here. If I lose you, I don't think I can

cope.

Just tell me straight.

Did you kill Peter for his money?

No.

The only thing I lied about was my divorce.

And the three and a half million?

Well, only by omission.

Oh, come on, Barbara. What else haven't you told us? There's nothing else.

And if that's a lie, may God strike me dead, there is nothing else.

Turn out his phone.

This is completely out of order.

Fair as the pantomime, Mr Ravenscroft.

Do you think I was born yesterday?

Well, if he does, he needs glasses.

Save it for the governor, Atkins.

What is it?

It's his ID for court.

He's kosher.

Are we happy now?

Thank you.

Yes, well, I'm sorry, Mr Ravenscroft, but there appears to have been a

Wasn't there just?

Mrs Hollamby, wasn't it?

I was acting on orders from above.

And you should have had more sense.

Here, let me help you.

No, thank you.

I think you've done more than enough for one day, don't you?

You'll think about what I've said.

Can I send him your love?

Yeah.

Okay. Why not?

What I don't understand is why you never mentioned the money.

Oh, all sorts of reasons.

I was embarrassed about having it.

I was worried people might think I was a gold digger.

I was scared I might get a hard time for being rich, beaten up, blackmailed.

It's all a nightmare.

I didn't even care about his wealth.

Not many people in here will believe that.

How am I going to convince you all?

That's for you to work out.

Another triumph for your softly, softly approach.

You told me to keep an eye on her, ma 'am.

I didn't tell you to put the jackboots on and strip -search the lawyer.

The DFT is the last resort in these cases. You make absolutely sure before

calling them in.

Yes, ma 'am.

I think sperm does kick up a stink. Don't expect me to protect you.

No, ma 'am.

You've only just got those pips back.

No more cock -ups, right?

Don't say a word.

I, er, got these for you.

After what we were saying.

What's that?

It's about becoming a prison officer, how you apply and so on.

And then you just need the governor's approval and you go ahead.

As simple as that, yeah?

Well, it's that straightforward, actually.

When you really finna take me seriously?

I think they'd jump at you.

Anyway, I've said my piece.

I'll leave you to think about it now.

Night, Josh.

Yeah, night, though.

And thanks, yeah?

Thank you.

Monica Lindsay?

My name's Barbara Hunt.

I'm an inmate at Larkhall G -Wing.

I got your number from Nicky Wade.

You cheered up. I'll put on a long face if you like.

Oh.

No sugar.

I'm sorry. I'll get you some.

Have the tickets for Spain come yet?

I was thinking.

Spain's really hot this time of year and it's loads of lager louts.

I was just wondering if a few days in Cornwall might not be a better bet.

You promised me a holiday in Spain.

I'm only thinking of you.

You know you don't like a fuss being made of you.

Getting on and off the plane in that chair.

And all those connecting buses.

I won't mind that.

And there's the heat.

I knew you'd find a way out of it. Look, what if something happens to you over

there?

There's the language problem.

Medical insurance.

I sit here.

Day in, day out, chained to this flaming chair.

And what about me?

How do you think I feel, chained to you?

Here, you bloody... I'm sorry.

You said Spain, and Spain it is.

I'll just go and get a cloth.

Rich bitch.

I've run out of bog roll. You got any fifties to wipe me arse on?

I don't think you'd find them very absorbent, Shell.

If I could just say something.

Put some money in me spends for a phone card.

Yeah. You owe us.

I don't blame you for being angry.

You gave me support and I let you down.

But I hope I've done something just now to redress that balance.

A lot of you know about Monica Lindsay and her halfway house.

And it's been said, what a pity, there aren't more of them to help women coming

out of prison.

After what I've just agreed to, there's going to be another one.

You're giving Monica some money?

I've set aside half a million in a separate account.

My stepchildren might try and take the rest of it, but they won't get their

grubby little hands on that.

What about us in here?

What do we get?

Shut up, Duckley.

Straight up.

Halfway there.

Straight up.

Do you hear that, me?

I believe that when I see it.

After what I've just been through, I'd hardly lie, would I?

Any chance of a teeny little phone card and all?

I might just manage that.

Cool.

You're tough, Babsy.

Thank you.