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I told you.

Whatever is or isn't going on between me and Mark has got sod all to do with

you, all right?

Curse. Please.

I need you to be happy.

I've done what you wanted.

I've chosen to be with you over my own kids.

Who's Damien?

My boyfriend.

He gave it me.

She said you was in a nick.

She said you was an air exit.

She said you put her on the game.

I heard you can get me something.

Like what?

To help me sleep.

Okay, Jim.

What the hell do you think you're doing?

What do you think?

You seem to have solved your sleeping problem anyway.

Must have been him getting used to the place.

God forbid you look really peaceful.

Well, I wasn't that.

Roche. I didn't mean to go off on one like I did.

I'm just scared, that's all.

You're scared?

That you'll start hating me for what I've done to you.

Well, I think it's more the other way around.

You could have been free.

Now you've got this for life.

Christ.

How are you going to explain it to Aidan?

Changing his statement again.

He doesn't know we changed our statements in the first place.

You didn't tell him you could be getting out?

What does that tell you, Cathy?

It tells me I don't deserve to be a bloody mother.

I'm... I'm sorry, Neil, but, um...

Well, I mean, I had no idea that you were, you know... What?

You were married, for God's sake.

What's that got to do with anything?

Oh, Jesus.

Look, you've got me all wrong, mate.

I'm straight.

100%. Obviously, I misread the signals.

What signals?

No, please.

Just forget it.

But there really wasn't any need to jump out of bed like I'd bitten your arse,

Jim. You're quite safe.

We'll blame it on the drink last night. How's that?

Yeah, yeah.

Sure. At least now we both know where we stand.

Them jellies any good?

You'll be looking some morning.

I don't know.

Well, don't take too long thinking about it, yeah?

The box is running out.

Wait.

Got a taste for this quick, innit?

It's just I can't sleep.

Yes.

Sure.

I've got to have it to stop me from going mad.

Don't sound to me like you're deafening down a bit.

Someone's put a smile on your face. That's what I reckon.

Down the block, not an outer space.

Hey, miss, can't chuck them back down the block again, can you? Just till I

out of here.

Missed you, Mum.

They let you out, then?

Yeah, that's right.

Now I can deal with you, innit? Deal with what?

You. Shagged the poor plants to get out of here.

And you lost me my job in the garden.

To you?

Well, tough tea.

I fricking died in that dodgy tunnel of yours.

And frigging body bag brought me back to life.

I ain't worked out yet, which was worse.

Yeah, well, watch your back, bookie, cos we're going to get you.

Oh, Neil, can I, um... Can I have a quick word?

Of course, Jim.

What is it?

I, uh... I just wanted to make sure that there's no bad feelings.

I mean, I don't hold it against you, what you are.

I mean... Like, if a woman was lodging with me and I got the impression that

was up for it, well... You would, wouldn't you?

I suppose you would.

And neither...

Neither of us wants any problems here, do we?

After something like last night, it could easily get difficult.

Work is work, Jim.

In here, I'm as straight as you are.

Well, it's good to hear.

Well, that's all fine then, isn't it?

you like to?

Piss off, it's private.

Like I care.

Have you seen my make -up bag?

No.

Are you sure?

What'd I do with a lot of white girls, crap man?

I won't disturb you. I'll go straight up.

Coy really isn't your colour, Jim.

Sorry?

If you have a problem with who I am, then we need to address it.

Look, I, um... I thought we had this sorted. I don't have a problem.

No, I do, Jim.

If you're homophobic.

What? The prison service was an equal opportunities employer. That means zero

tolerance of prejudice.

Especially among governor graves.

Neil. You've got me all wrong.

You could be a Martian, for all I care, with two heads.

All that matters to me is that you can do the job. Yeah, I hope so.

Are you ashamed to spoil everything you've got going for you?

Wouldn't it?

You still awake?

Yeah.

Can't sleep.

You got off all right last night.

It's your bloody exhaustion.

Maybe you need some exercise to tire you out.

I'll be all right.

Come on.

Do some push -ups. That'll exhaust you.

You've got time?

Oh, please.

I'm just trying to help, Liz.

I'm not... Bloody exercising in this cell.

It was a shag.

Sweetheart, just leave it.

I'll get to sleep, I promise.

Well, I'm going to stay awake until you do.

Jim? All right, ladies, let's have you.

Call this room service.

And where's the full English I ordered?

Complaining? You've got on sweet, haven't you?

Well, come on, sleeping beauty.

Roisin, wake up.

Well, at least she's got over not sleeping anyway.

Needs a bomb to wake her up now. She's worn out with worry.

Come on, Roche.

It's breakfast time.

Rochene, get up and dress.

Oh, yeah, all right.

Are you OK?

Yeah, of course.

What the hell am I to get up for?

Am I going to have to do something about you seeing your kids?

Even then, I never want to see the kids in here, am I?

Another day in paradise?

Something like that, yeah.

Going out tomorrow, are you?

Maybe, yeah.

Yeah, you're making a habit of it.

Nothing to do with keeping your distance, is it?

Of course not.

Well, you know I'm not going to take an axe to your bedroom door.

Don't you?

Anything? Nothing for me, miss.

Nope. No -one loves you.

Don't say that. She's waiting to hear from her mum.

Here's only just up. She'll get in touch, you'll see.

Don't care.

Not that she's still on the piss.

No doubt she took one look at your face on the national news and hit the bottle.

Where's Lester?

She said she was off to dig another tunnel.

If you even mention that word again, blood.

Right.

Give me this when he's here.

Who the hell ever writes a bookie?

Have a look and find out.

Hey, it's from someone in Brickfield, Nick.

Dear bookie, getting your letter was ace.

I've been advertising in the Prisoner's Times for months, but you are the first

girl to write.

That makes you very special to me.

And to hear that, like me, you are doing time for something that you didn't do.

You're one special bleeding liar, man.

For something that you didn't do. Us getting in touch with each other must be

fate. More like bad luck. Yeah, for him.

This is brilliant, Den.

It's sad shit, mate.

No, this is payback time.

You all right, miss?

There.

Wicked, man.

How do you know how to do that?

Amazing what you learn in prison, isn't it?

Hey, how about, dear booty, I forgot to mention I'm a serial killer rapist. I

hope that don't put you off.

We want to get her going for this guy, then.

Do we?

That's the old joke.

Get her built right up.

What about... Dear Bookie, I went to sleep last night

thinking about your letter.

But hang about.

What's going to happen when Bookie writes back to him?

We'll be rambled, won't we?

Shit.

It was a good idea to do that.

What if he's dead?

Oh, this guy, Rick.

What if he's hung himself?

Eh?

His cellmates found Booty's letter in with Rick's stuff.

He likes the sound of her, and this is him who's writing back to her.

Brilliant. Yeah.

That'll work, won't it?

What, so, like, this cellmate's real or pretend?

Pretend, then.

We'll make up a really mad name for him so there's no chance that anyone in

Bricksfield's actually called it.

And then anything Buki writes back, Scrooge will just bin it.

Good? Sounds well good to me, Mum.

Perfect, innit?

Hey, I'll tell you what I know.

If we could get Alderson to give us a picture, like a photo.

There's a girl up on the threes. She's got loads of photos up of her boyfriend.

I can easily nick one of him. Yeah, and we'd tell her he's getting out soon,

like next week.

Right.

What are we going to call him?

What about Luke Skywalker?

Come on, who even Buki in a stick is that?

I've got it. Phil.

Phil McCracken.

No -one's going to be called that.

You get it?

Phil my Cracken.

I love it, babe.

OK, sorry.

Not like that.

You want to get yourself some ballet?

No, I bloody don't.

I only have drugs with the answer to my problem. I'd already be on them.

Take it yourself.

You don't have to get nasty.

You're all right now.

Mr Waddle?

What's the matter, Sheen?

I'm really worried.

You know, not seeing our kids, it's tearing us to bits.

You're a personal officer.

Can't you find a husband and talk to him?

I've already talked to him, haven't I? You haven't told him the way things are.

What do you mean?

If something doesn't get sorted out soon, I'm going to wake up one morning

a pissing corpse for a cellmate.

This is his work number.

That stuff.

Oh, sorry.

What you were saying about the other day.

Put a smile on my face.

Who?

That I can't do anything with needles.

You don't need needles to chase it.

Hey. Hi.

Still not booked for that next game of squash, then?

Been too knackered?

Or warned off by the powers that be?

Do me a favour.

Jim's still after you, Karen.

Bollocks. No, all this no relationships among the staff crap.

He just wants to keep you for himself.

Don't I have a say in it?

Sorry.

Let's go out tonight, yeah? Have a drink.

And not mention Jim Fenner.

Forget the squash.

What are you doing?

What's it look like?

You got a letter.

Who'd send you a letter?

My boyfriend.

This is going to be so good.

Ready for the off?

Um, yeah.

Right then.

Look, you know what you were saying about me being out a lot?

Yeah.

Well, I'm back on with Marilyn.

Really? Yeah.

She phoned me up, begging me, after I blow out.

So we've decided to go for it again.

Well, that's great news.

Obviously.

So, well, thanks for putting me up and everything.

I'll be moving out tomorrow.

Of course.

Oh, I thought to fair my appreciation, I'd get dinner in tonight.

Indian, OK?

That's not...

Oi!

I've got money on me.

Oh, you've lost it.

There it is now, girls. OK.

You're watching an expert.

Check this out, girls.

Oh! Isn't this bent?

Cassie!

Oh, God.

I phoned her husband.

What did he say?

He's thinking about him.

Shit.

I made out she was about to split her wrists.

I don't know what's got into her.

Maybe it's a rush of blood or something.

Look,

Karen.

You're very important to me.

And I want to make this happen.

I'm not ready for any heavy stuff, Mark.

You guys just like feelings for Jim, don't you?

I don't want to.

I'm a stupid cow.

Look, I mean it when I say I want to forget about him. I've got to move on.

I'm not just helping him, Karen.

I've got feelings as well, you know.

I know that.

Can't we just go with the flow?

Have a bit of fun.

She's done it.

Dear Phil, I'm dead sorry about your mate sniffing it.

But here's the photo of me like you are.

I liked hearing about the dream you had about me.

Dirty flag.

I can't wait till we can do it for real.

Bullshit. Come on, come on, come on. Hurry up.

Hurry up. Move it.

Oh, yes.

And what have you two been up to?

No, I don't want to know.

Get yourself up to the threes, Wiley.

Yes, ma 'am.

I just spoke to Josh.

He's going to come and see me.

Nice one.

Oh, you're really lucky to have a boyfriend like him.

God sent him to me, innit?

We should send me one.

It'll be a long time wishing.

And everyone can get pulling power like me and Crystal, right?

Like, since when have you had a boyfriend?

His name's Phil, innit?

And he's rich.

He's got looks like drop dead.

And he's horny as hell for me.

How can you tell what he looks like if he's invisible?

Because I can show you.

Look at you now.

Shagging on through what? For real.

I've got to hand it to you, Ricky. You've done well for yourself there,

Are you gorgeous?

Yeah.

Hot shot, huh?

You want another? No.

This reunion with Marilyn,

you're not spinning me a line, are you?

No.

So you really think it's going to work between you?

Who knows?

I'll give it a damn good go, though.

The kid?

Ah.

Yeah, this is the crux, isn't it?

Hannah and I were lucky not to have them to worry about.

But, speaking as the son of a broken marriage myself,

I'm sure you're doing right by themselves.

True colour showing now!

God, I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry.

Is that why you've kept a chair jammed onto your bedroom door handle all week?

Well, sod moving out in the morning.

I want you out of here right now.

Pack your stuff and get out!

Morning.

Morning.

Morning.

When's he going to buy a tandem?

I'm not lodging at his anymore, if you're interested.

I moved out on Friday.

Looks like we had a better weekend than they did.

What are you doing?

It's what lovers do, innit?

Send a lock of their hair.

And when Phil sends Buki this, he's going to ask her to send him a visiting

order. What for?

He can't come. He don't exist.

And finally, for those of you who thought there was a God, the Julies were

charged with GBH yesterday.

So, looks like we're stuck with them for another long stretch.

Oh, well, at least they're more used to it than most of the pond life in here.

On the subject of the Julies, I want them stripped of the red bands as from

today. Hey.

But they're the only inmates we've got that can tell the business end of a mop

from a judge's wig.

I don't care.

Violent behaviour has its consequences.

I'm begging your pardon, sir, but I think it's cutting our nose off and bite

face.

Whoever's going to replace them... You've replaced them already, haven't

Gordon didn't skip to wield a bucket.

And nor he bigs a 72.

Well, that's Mr Fenner's problem.

And from now on, we'll have civilian volunteers serving refreshments and

visiting.

I'll see you in my office, 12 .30.

Why?

Your performance with you.

Right,

everyone, feeding time.

But who are we going to put on wing cleaning?

Well, just... Pair Noreen Biggs up with someone who's young and not pregnant.

Oh, dear.

Go on.

Come on. Hurry up.

You up for a bollocking?

Odds on you.

What's this about? Thought you two were thicker thieves.

I told him I was getting back with Marilyn.

Sorry?

He's after my arse.

Yeah, well, that's obvious, but what's Marilyn got? No, you don't get it.

The number one is after my arse.

He's a bastard shit -stabber. Jim, what the hell are you talking about?

The bloody poof tried to shag me.

Hey, Booty.

It's our body bug. I ain't the bleeding postman, all right?

Your boyfriend.

He's getting up tomorrow.

He's giving me his address. It's a cinema visit and all that, and he'll

me Friday.

What? Hasn't he seen enough of prison? He's coming to see me, Tith.

Look.

Give me a look of his hair.

He's supposed to cut it off his head, isn't it?

Yes, yes, thank you, thank you.

You're not going to believe this.

Aidan said he's going to bring Michael and Eve in to see me.

Fantastic.

Right, Purvis, you'll do.

Come with me.

Aye.

Bye.

Mr Grayling thought you needed to be taught a lesson.

Kim what?

We're already looking at another four years in this shitting place.

Her kid's gone back to that pimp.

How much... What teaching do we need from another bleeding bloke?

I lost all our privs.

Our jobs.

Jesus, Jo, I knew we were down for more time, but... I never thought we'd lose

our red bands.

I took everything away.

What are we going to do, June?

Oh, bloody hell.

Well, I'll give the number one is June.

You know it's a prize I'll sell when he sees one.

Promise me no.

No telling it about.

I don't think you've got my word.

It's about time someone gave Jim a good shaft.

I just wish I could have seen the look on his face.

Still, that explains why Grayling had it in for you.

It's nothing to do with how you do your job.

He was just plain jealous.

Speckled with persuasion.

Bad at that, is it?

Not necessarily.

So you're... You're not going to correct me?

Why would I do that?

Will you tell me?

Maybe I'm not the man you thought I was.

Only last week you threw me out of your house.

Just trying to help you and Marilyn get back together.

You're a good wing governor, Jim.

My instincts on that were spot on.

Thanks for the vote of confidence.

I don't want to fire you.

I want you working with me. You're my partner, Jim.

Together, we can make Larkhall the prison I see up here.

Establish the model.

I'm listening.

You could be the next number one here.

What?

Getting Larkhall back on its feet is my job, not running it.

And the man who helped me get it there will be a natural for the new governing

governor.

Wish we'd go and have a drink.

Clear the air.

Do some... visioning.

What do you say?

Need any more offers?

Darn it.

My kids are coming.

So?

I don't need anything else.

There.

Let's keep the creative juices flowing.

Yeah, cheers. Cheers.

Oh, and here.

Look, Jim, I know we've been over some treacherous

territory in the last few days.

I'd like to think that we're out of the danger zone now.

So would I.

I meant what I said before. I know you're the man for the job.

I also know that, well, I don't make a habit of climbing into bed

when I'm left out.

No, I'm sure you don't.

All you're going through with your wife brings it back about me and mine.

The guilt, you know?

Right.

This is the real Neil Grayling I'm sharing with you now.

Wasn't an option for Hannah and myself.

Working at it, I mean.

Not once the truth came out.

How was, um... How was that, then?

She called me.

She suspected I was having an affair, so she was pretty much prepared to find me

in bed with someone.

When she saw us... Him... Well, she wasn't prepared for that.

I suppose you've never thought of a man as beautiful, have you?

Never craved the feel of another man's hard body up against yours?

I've dreamed of that all my life, Jim.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not. I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not. I'm not.

I'm not. I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not. I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not. I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm

not.

I can't believe today's here.

I feel like I've been counting every hour. Minutes more like.

God, I just hope they don't get too freaked out.

Don't worry.

They'll be too excited to be there, Mum.

Roisin, can you come with me, please?

What is it?

Drugs test.

What?

I don't do drugs.

You've got nothing to worry about, then.

You tested positive.

I don't understand.

Why?

Don't you ask me why.

You said to me yourself mothers in here needed medication.

I stuck my neck out for you, Rasheen.

I've got your husband bringing your kids in.

And then you go and... What?

Swap phone cards to get a night's sleep?

To try and stop myself from wanting to die?

You go and blame your pig -ignorant bloody doctor for not prescribing me.

Yeah, well, that's not going to help you see your kids.

What?

You can't stop me from seeing my kids. I've got a right.

No.

Please.

You wanted her tested.

I wanted to make sure she wasn't musing.

If we start cutting flak out of the trunk... Yeah, yeah, I know. The sky

fall in, the earth will open up.

You sound like Grayling to a soapbox.

Boy, it's wrong.

That woman's fallen apart, it seems, Karen. If we stop her visit, it'll rip

to shreds.

But why not let her see her kids?

And then throw the bucket around.

This evening, what would you say to another visioning session?

What? Yeah, I know we strayed off the agenda a bit last time, but to be

the value of these things lies as much in the bonding as anything. Yeah?

No, I don't think so.

Sorry?

Well, you don't take any of the other wing governors out for these visioning

sessions, do you?

Jim, I told you, you're different.

Yeah, well, I'm not sitting in some bar so you can tell me about your bloody wet

dream.

What? You heard.

Thanks, Mr. Butler. Is that Rushing Connor, though?

Yes, sir.

She's enjoying the privilege of a visit when I've heard a report she's tested

positively for amphetamines.

Well, the thing is, sir, she's had a lot of family troubles and... Fetch her

back.

But... You!

Bring the duty officer in visiting. Tell whoever's come for Connor the visit's

been cancelled.

Yes, sir.

What's happening?

You have to go back.

No! I've got to see my children! Sorry, you can't. No! They're waiting!

expecting has found something better to do.

You be here. I know you will.

Well, you better wait on the bench and find out.

Come on.

you've taken drugs?

You?

Well, they've paused it up, haven't they?

No, they haven't.

What?

I've taken anything I could get hold of. Jesus Christ.

I knew you were screwed up.

Are you mad?

Yes. Yes, I am.

I'm going mad and no one's giving me... Stop.

Any time now. I can't wait to see her face.

She's going to be gutted like a fish.

Like a splat that's made our tunnel.

What's he like?

Yeah, come on, Bucky, man. What's he like?

Like a sex on legs.

Go on.

Tell her.

He's thinking I'm doing him justice.

And he says he's got to wait for me.

He ain't messing about, is he?

Is he tripping or what now?

This is beautiful, Den.

You just made it about a thousand times better.

Come on.

This is going to mean 42 days' loss of earnings.

And you'll be placed on a frequent testing programme.

You're going to be a long time before we up you off basic, love.

Why wouldn't you let me see my children?

Well, you should have thought about them before you started hitting the whiz.

You've only got yourself to blame, love.

It's your bastard doctor!

You'll have to give me something to help me! All right, Russian, calm down.

Yeah, well, you've blown that now as well, haven't you?

What? Well, now you're officially a drug abuser. No way you're going to be

allowed access to prescription drugs.

Lock her up.

What am I supposed to do now?

What am I supposed to do?

Jim, are you trying to make that woman kill herself?

Mark, that's... Phoebe, tied up tight as a turkey.

Groening's watching my every little move.

You know, it might have been easier for that woman if Mark had stopped her visit

straight off.

Yeah. Well, that... I see you've spoken to Russian Connor.

I'm just amazed.

After all I've said to you about zero tolerance.

With respect, sir, I... Then Connor fails the drugs test and you turn a

eye.

And what kind of signal is that to the other junkies, for God's sake?

And what do we let go next time?

Beatings in the showers?

What? Actually, sir, it wasn't Jim's decision to grant Connor's visit. It was

mine. I thought they were... I don't care what you thought.

You don't run the wing, no, Mr Fenner does. And every decision down the line

his responsibility.

As I'm sure you well know.

Listen up, Jim.

He is telling us to listen?

There's no point in getting worked up.

I'll bloody work him up!

What was this?

Body bag told me to give it to you.

It's on my left there at the gate.

What have you got there?

It's from Phil.

No shit.

We're getting married.

Married?

Oh, there goes one of them pink flying porkies, June. I'm going to be Mrs. Phil

McCracken.

Yeah.

Congratulations, Mrs.

Phil -my -cracken. Phil

McCracken from Her Majesty's Prison,

Bricksfield.

We're saying we made him up, you stupid bitch.

You're telling me shit, you?

Telling you you're a sad, stupid, lying, waste -of -space bookie.

There ain't no film of cracking.

What top -rich shag's going to dream about you?

Told you we'd get you back.

Oh, come in.

If you don't mind, I want to make this clear.

It was me that made the decision to let Roisin Connor see her kids.

Not Jim.

I've already had this conversation.

The subject is closed.

Not as far as I'm concerned.

Sorry.

Roisin Connor ended up on drugs for the same reason loads of these women do. To

block out the pain of missing her kids.

And in my view, sir...

Cancelling her visit today was totally counterproductive, if not plain bloody

cruel.

Right.

Well, if you don't mind now, Karen, I'm on my way home.

They're just bits of bait to you, aren't they, rushing Connor and her kids?

Jim, funny you really want to lock down, isn't it?

I'm sorry.

Because he kicked you out of his bed.

What's funny?

That's what Jim told you, is it?

That I'm gay?

Yep.

That must be why he gave me this, then.

I enjoyed the ones of you in the shower, too.

I'm going to report you.

The sexual harassment.

I'm sorry.

You will be.