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It's okay, Jim.

Why wouldn't you let me see my children?

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

Watch your back, Bookie, because we're going to get you.

Dear Bookie, I went to sleep last night thinking about your letter.

Who sent you a letter?

My boyfriend.

I'm going mad and no one gives a shit!

The right night film was cracking.

What tough rich shag's going to dream about you?

I told you we'd get you back.

That's what Jim told you, is it?

That I'm gay?

Yep.

That must be why he gave me this, then.

Forbidden.

Oscar Control, crash team two, G1, urgent.

Bookie?

Bookie, can you hear me?

Shit, Lorraine!

Might as well dig your own grave and get in it.

Heard you had quite a night. A little slice of making mincemeat of yourself

again.

It's all in there.

Listen, I, uh... I wanted to thank you for backing me up to Newell yesterday.

It means a lot to me.

Like I used to mean a lot to you.

We still do.

That's why you gave a private photo of me to the governor.

What photo?

It had enjoy written on it.

In your handwriting.

Morning, Jim.

Morning.

Right, let's keep this night in short.

Buki left us back on a hospital wing.

She cut up again last night.

Looked more like a suicide attempt this time.

Oh.

So you're a shrink now, are you, Mark?

You don't need to be a head doctor to realise why the women get depressed in

this place.

Oh, actually, I had a thought about that. Why don't we brighten the place up

bit, give it a new coat of paint?

Girls can do it themselves.

Learn a new skill.

That lot with cans of paint? You must be joking.

It's just a suggestion.

Pervith and Mackenzie are back on the wing today, so keep an eye on them.

Atkins too.

We don't want any old schools being settled.

OK, that's it.

Go on, hop in.

What is he doing in?

Karen. Karen, please.

Look, I was just showing off to Grayling, boasting I'd got you.

I feel really shitty about it now, but can't you see?

He's just trying to cover himself. I'm telling you, he's a bloody shirtlifter.

You have betrayed everything we had, Jim.

You have made me feel dirty and pathetic.

You can piss right off.

Here, how come Den gets that much and I only get this?

Cool.

Thanks, Tina.

She's going to run out this way. This way?

Someone ought to tell her. No, leave her.

Serves her right for nicking our jobs.

Hayden won't know any different.

Just tell him one of the screws stopped the visit.

Yeah, so why haven't I already found him? Because you've only just got

phone card.

I'll ring him now. Get it open.

I don't do porridge.

No escaping porridge.

You've given me sausage and eggs.

Sorry. We've had a bit of an accident with the pry -ups.

We tried to save the sausages, but they were covered in floor muck. I mean, we

tried washing them.

Noreen's marked up some loaves, though.

Make a nice sugar sarnie. You two better get your act together.

Fast.

Do I suppose we'll be dead popular?

Half of them would have liked to have topped cocaine themselves, except they

didn't have the guts. No, we did them a favour.

Do you think they'll see it that way?

Who gives a shit?

It's going to shut them up when we do for Atkins, won't we?

Yeah.

What did he say?

That bloody Holland beater. Just chill, girl. She'd tell me what he knows.

She told him I got done for drugs.

Shit. In front of my kids.

You evil old bitch.

I wanted to try and talk to them to explain, but Aidan wouldn't put them on.

I bet they hate me, Cassie.

I bet they don't even want to see me now.

Mr Waddle, how's Bookie doing?

A lot better.

They've stitched her up and put her on painkillers.

Bit tame for Bookie, that.

She's used to something harder.

It ain't funny, girl.

Crystal's right. She could have died.

It's not our fault.

Yeah, it is.

You con her into thinking she's got some gorgeous fella, then you tell her it's

just a joke.

How do you think she felt?

So? How do you think we felt when she messed up our tunnel?

We didn't mean for her to try topping herself.

Topping herself? My arse. It's us whose lives she's gone and done for.

Me and Den.

Now we've got rot in here till we're wrinkly.

Well, I think you went too far, myself.

Yeah, me and all.

I wish she had topped herself.

When she gets back here, maybe we'll show her how to do it properly.

Oh, you will, will you?

You know something?

I thought you'd grown up a bit.

But you're still the same whinging little coward that walked in here.

Give me a break.

Let him boogie up to get hurt while you sit back and laugh. It's not clever,

Shaz. It's plain bloody vicious.

And I'm going to see to it that you make it up to her.

What the hell do you think you're doing?

Showing Karen that photo.

Oh, come on, Jim.

You didn't think I was going to let my staff spread nasty rumours about me?

You're never a fooler, you know.

Doesn't matter how much you try and keep it in the closet.

Really?

Rumours have a habit of sticking, Mr Grayling.

Especially when I start spreading them.

You don't scare me.

We've had it now.

Bollocks. She's just playing mum.

All right, thing.

You got a new job?

Oi.

You done deaf or what?

Leave her alone.

I weren't talking to you.

I was talking to my sister.

Oh. I'm sorry.

Is she your sister, Tina?

No.

Even more she ain't.

Hey, Al.

Just wanted to say sorry, man.

I was going to wait for you, but she's got a better offer.

Still, you could always get yourself a pen pal like Bookie did.

I'm going to get you blood.

Yeah? Any time.

Leave it, Al.

Come along to meet with me. She's dead. Don't you think she could take the pass?

She didn't think it, Al. She did.

Julie, am I putting you down for work today?

What, stuffing envelopes? No, Carmen.

It's a wage.

It's an insult.

Do you? If it was up to us, Miss, we'd be back behind the service doing our

proper job.

So that you should pay, give it to?

Still, you must know what it feels like, Miss.

Yeah. Yeah, you lost your job to a tosser, too.

We've got to do something, Jo.

Dear kid, so you found out Mummy's a smackhead.

Well, come on, what's your angle?

Mixed up with the medication?

Piss test got tampered with?

Look, would you help me?

You're the expert.

You've been lying to him for years.

Not you.

Moj.

I'll help you with everything if you get a grip.

You've got to make a choice.

Either you go under in it, or you try and make the most of where the party is.

You know what I'm saying?

Arguments about how much you've got to spend.

The computer doesn't make mistakes.

You should put a wiv on it and lend it out to the bailiff.

Yeah, well, it knows its pluses from its minuses.

All it knows is what it's told.

Right, you know the drill.

Your number and then the order.

TZ6738. What do you want?

Sylvia's baby thriving without her, then? No teething troubles? No, the best

thing, sir.

Excellent.

Personally...

I think we could do with loads more new ideas.

Like I had one today, but... But what?

Well, I don't think Mr Fenner was in the mood for it.

Well, I am.

Try me.

Well, it's just that I'm doing my new flat -up at the moment, and I thought,

well, if I can learn painting and decorating, well, then the women could

painting and decorating as well.

And a book of stamps, I say.

Just a sec.

Sorry, I've lost it again. What do I do?

You've just done it. You just press enter and it updates the total

automatically.

Oh, you've got left with 12p.

Oh, OK.

I'll sweat the body lotion for the stamp thing.

It'll get itchy, innit?

It'd be great if we could just spend what we like, wouldn't it?

Dream on.

Thanks. No, I'm serious.

What was Barker saying about pluses and minuses?

What if what we spend got added to our total rather than taken off it?

I'd love to help you, Tina, I really would, but these old hands got no grip

more.

Get a grip on anything in the shop, all right?

Yeah, but it's different, isn't it?

You get the buzz back in them then, eh?

Well, they'd better get the buzz back in them now, Noreen, cos this is the best

job on the wing.

The keys, pick of the leftovers.

We bollocks any more grub up and we're going to get pulped.

I'll give you the recipe for me cheese straws.

Cheese straws?

We're talking three main frigging meals a day, Noreen.

We might as well chuck in the towel now.

If you get me a printout of the programme you wrote for the canteen, I

our totals and switch the classes and minuses. You mean steal from the prison?

You don't think the prison steals from you?

I do not want another criminal charge hanging over my head.

Oh, come on. The screws haven't got a clue about computers.

They won't know who's done what to it.

And now's the time my body bears away.

And what about when she comes back?

There won't be any evidence by then, will there?

We'll have scoffed and smoked it all.

You can't hide empty shells.

And then she's bound to suspect me.

Well, she can suspect what she likes, but she can't prove it, Babs. Well, we

won't even try, will she?

If the number one thinks she designed that programme, she's not going to want

tell him it's all gone pear -shaped.

She'll be begging you to fix it for her. Of course.

Is that how you do your last bank job?

Similar. Look where it got you.

She ain't just a pretty face.

Trust her, Babs.

How good.

That's that sorted.

Listen, tell your mate there's a meeting in the four -bed dorm tonight.

I thought Bookie had some fair do.

You want us along?

I need a jury.

Yeah, sure, I'll come, but I don't think Roisin will be up for it.

What are you saying about me now?

Roisin's up for anything. What is it?

Ask her.

And I'll tell her what you're up for, will I?

Don't think you'll get her from her, though.

Yvonne! What the hell are you on about?

Oh, don't come be innocent with me, Cassie Tyler.

Come on.

Forget about it, Vaughan.

Quick, growl.

Jim,

you got a minute?

Di was telling me about her painting and decorating idea.

You're not opposed to it, are you?

Well, I wouldn't say that exactly. It's just I've got reservations, that's all.

Well, I hadn't thought it through properly when I told you.

We'd have to involve the works department, obviously.

Can't go putting them out of a job. But otherwise, cost -effective,

motivational, and as Di said, we could look at starting up an MVQ.

Then the women would have a qualification as well.

Sounds fab to me.

We haven't got the staff at the moment.

Maybe when Sylvia comes back off holiday and we're up to full quota, but... If

we wait for a full quota to do anything new, Jim, I might as well start writing

my resignation now.

It would only be for a couple of sessions a week.

I'm sure you'll win Jim over.

I'm going for a pint.

Excuse me.

I wasn't going behind his back. I was just talking it through with you. I

another opinion, that's all.

If he gives you any trouble, you come to me, OK?

I like your thinking, Di.

I want to get things moving in this place, do things that no other prison's

thought of.

Talk about action, man.

Di?

A friend of mine gave me two tickets for a concert tonight.

I was going to go on my own, but... Well, it seems a shame to waste the

ticket.

Would you care to... Oh, I'd love to.

What band's playing?

It's a string quartet, actually.

Oh. But if that isn't your cup of tea... No, no, I'm sure they'll be great.

Shall I pick you up?

Sure. Save me giving you a backie.

On my bike.

Yeah, I suppose it's all right us doing this, isn't it, Jo?

Sal means fair games.

Anyway, Norman gets out next week, doesn't she?

Yeah, Tina doesn't.

Well, we make it up to her after.

Oh.

The key to our comeback, June.

Look after it.

The petting calls?

They've been in the fridge or what?

They're not fit for a dog to eat.

Well, it ain't our fault.

It's our plate.

All right, what's going on? The food's frigging cold, miss.

It's come straight off the op plate, Miss, I swear.

But it's gone bust.

Ain't it, Norman?

Didn't have time to eat up the oven instead, Miss.

Knew it would happen sooner or later, Miss. It's that old op plate. Yeah,

got to jiggle it, make it work, see.

Jiggle what?

Well, it's only me and you that knows that, really.

If you want us to fix it... No, we want you back fixing all our grub, Julie.

Right, girls?

Yeah. OK, everyone, calm down.

You should not be jiggling with electrics.

I'll go and get a workman to look at it now.

You two, make some sandwiches.

Well, back to your seats and just be patient.

Is that recipe for cheese straws?

What?

Cheese straws?

Right.

I'm off early tonight.

I've got a date.

Yeah?

Who's his girlfriend?

Don't worry. He's single, free and very nice.

Look, Jim, about today... What?

About you brown -nosing the boss behind my back?

It wasn't like that.

You want to watch where you put your nose, do you?

Don't know what else has been up there.

You're going too far now.

Hey, from what I hear, your pal Grayling's had more than a few pricks up

arse.

Mmm, these are scrumptious.

It's my special recipe.

We've got damn tarts coming up for supper.

Right.

We all know why we're here.

Because these two jokers made Bookie try and top herself.

One of them seems like she don't even give a shit.

In fact, she's planning to have another go at her.

If we didn't get enough bullying from the screws.

Yeah.

I reckon they should be punished.

It's Bookie should be punished, not us.

Why? For what crime?

Wanting to get out of this place?

Stopping us getting out, that's what.

No. Shit luck stopped you, not Bookie.

And what you did to get back to her, that was deliberate.

I'm sorry, Mum.

I will tell her.

I'm not telling her.

See what I mean?

Any suggestions?

Pick shit out of them.

Eh? I don't think that's the answer.

No.

That is right.

A good kicking's over too quick.

I know.

Why don't we all write our suggestions down on a piece of paper and put them in

a hat?

Well, they could give up a week's spend, innit?

Give it to Bookie.

You what?

Yeah.

Nice one, Chris.

Except they can be more generous than that.

How about a month?

Get lost.

How come you've all gone soft on Buki anyway?

You know she's a liar.

Shut it, man.

Why should I?

That'd be two months for shares.

I'm not giving her nothing.

Do you want to make it three? No, she don't. This is shit.

Right.

That's decided then.

By the way, guys.

I think that's what's eating Fennan. Looks like his new bottom's going.

Oh, he is.

My son's in Wentworth.

Where that Mr Grayling was last, his cellmates saw him in the chapel.

Up the vicar.

Well, at least we'll be saving ourselves with him.

Cheese, please.

And jam tarts. No, not me.

Did you enjoy it? Oh, yeah, yeah.

It's really interesting.

I didn't realise it would be so formal, though. I thought it would be... Oh,

nonsense. You look lovely.

Thanks.

We must do it again.

Yeah, I'd like that.

Would you like to come back to my place for a drink?

It's early yet.

OK,

why not?

No, no, no.

I should be getting back.

Early start tomorrow.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I've probably drunk too much to drive you home now.

That's okay. I'll ring for a taxi.

You won't get one for hours.

You could always sleep here.

I've got a spare room.

And then I can drive you to your house in the morning to pick your things up.

I suppose it is rather late.

If you're sure it's no trouble.

No trouble at all.

Although, um... It seems a little silly having separate beds when we could

just as easily share.

Perhaps it's better if we take things slowly.

I've never been very good at taking things slowly.

Especially if it's with someone I like.

Not everyone thinks the way I do.

Jim Fenner was giving you a right slagging off today.

Oh.

More or less said you were gay.

Well, didn't put it quite as nicely as that.

Little does he know.

Yeah.

People who sling that kind of insult are usually covering up something in

themselves.

Well, I've always kept my distance from him.

Don't keep your distance from me, Di.

Stop taking things slow.

With a pen.

I don't want to go back on achieving.

They all hate me there.

That's not true.

I don't know nothing of you.

You tell me.

I'm listening.

Yeah.

That old geezer that used to be the governor, he said the same thing.

Asked me loads of questions, but I didn't want to hear none of the answers.

Well, I do, Bookie.

Look, we're just cutting up.

Are you trying to kill yourself?

What's it matter?

Because I want to help make sure you don't try it again.

Just make sure they keep me on the tracks, man.

Well, you may not be able to spot a difference, Babs, but we'd have never

up this grease, would we, Jo?

No way.

We would have drained it off.

Well, everyone else seems happy enough.

Welcome back, Bookie.

Hey, Bookie, come join us.

She's got a place over here, Purvis.

Shaz and Denny have got something they want to say to you.

Haven't you, girl?

Yeah.

We're sorry we pissed you off, ma 'am. We didn't mean to.

And?

And to make up for it, I'm going to give you a month's spend.

What?

Shaz?

We were only having a laugh.

Except it wasn't very funny, was it? It weren't funny what she did, neither.

And Shazia's going to give you two months, Ben.

And apologise to you.

Aren't you, Shaz?

You're a big bastard, you.

She's well, Serena.

Yeah, well, you'd better make a list of what you want them to buy you.

And keep us both in your cupboard.

I'll carry a bag for you, Bookie.

What's dreading coming back in here? I thought I'm sure you were. What those

girls did to you.

It wasn't my fault I wrecked their tunnel, is it? Of course it wasn't.

I should have built it better.

I could have died down there, man. Of course you nearly did.

Made me wish I had, you know. That's what I'm saying.

When they tell me you feel the stuff, I get up.

God, I must have been awful for you.

I thought at last I'd found someone who'd, like, look after me.

Yeah.

Cos I ain't never been looked after by nobody.

My pimp, he was supposed to, but they just look after what they want out of

God, that's terrible.

Look, um, Bookie, I need something.

Sure.

Plenty where I've been, innit?

She enjoys throwing her weight around, doesn't she, Atkins?

Me and Al have been on the receiving end and all.

So? You deserve it.

You're always stuck by her, aren't you?

Well, look at the thanks you get.

Who does she think she is?

Saying what's right and what's wrong.

I bloody hate her.

I hate her more.

You've set my sister against me, haven't you?

Look, I know there's been bad shit between you and me, Shaz, but things are

slippery in here.

I'm OK.

You know, I'm just saying to you what my dad said to me.

Your enemy's enemy is your friend.

And I'm Atkins' enemy.

I need some different clothes.

I'm going to write to my sister.

Did you go after Buki to get more drug?

No.

I hope you're not lying to me.

The first person I ever did drugs with was you, wasn't it?

I'm not talking about a bit of coke for fun.

Not in here.

If you keep zonking yourself out, you'll end up climbing the bloody walls to get

a needle in your arm.

Don't worry yourself.

I'm not doing any more drugs.

I've

been

another... crossword, Jo.

Good, because I ain't singing no more bleeding hymns backwards, neither.

And I ain't never stuffing them envelopes, neither.

I ain't never doing none of that poppy shit.

Jo?

What?

I think I know we can get our marigold back.

Pauline, would you page Mr Fenner for me, if they want to see him in my

Yes, sir.

Come in.

Die.

Works are on site for your painting and decorating ideas, so I'm going to green

-light it.

Things to that, Miss Shea?

No chance.

Look, who's got the brain down, you or me?

So listen, we're going to get Atkins.

We need Shaz Wiley.

Oi, Teen.

Teen, I've got to talk to you.

Please, Teen, I'm asking.

What? Do you want to know how you're doing?

I'm fine.

Look, I didn't get a chance to explain about O 'Kane.

I did it for you, Teen.

For me?

She was just using you. She was training you up to be an hooker.

But, Teen, you like me.

He said so.

She said she couldn't walk and all.

He was just another kid she was going to earn off. You'd have walked straight

out of here into one of her knocking shops, I'm telling you.

You're doing it again, ain't you?

It ain't enough you killed her, now you've got to piss on her memory.

You and me's over.

I'm a red band now and I'm going to get on enhanced.

Shaz, I hope you've been thinking about what I was telling you.

About getting even with Atkins.

Problem is, how?

Unless you've got an army.

We've got a champion kickboxer, haven't we?

Atkins couldn't lift her leg to piss against a lamppost.

She didn't have to.

She just scares you by looking at you.

It's all a bluff, Shaz.

She's knackered.

She couldn't take you on.

Bye, Mr Fenner.

I bet you wish you were back under Ellen Stewart, Fenner.

Oh, don't worry.

I hear even to blokes in frocks.

Well, you girls bitching up now, then, eh?

We know what's going on.

It was all ran went more Nick.

About him and the vicar.

Bollocks.

Oh, no.

Get on to that poster right away.

Yeah.

Sorry.

Bad timing, Jim.

I heard you preferred your frocks with a vicar in them, Neil.

Had plenty of action on the altar at Wentmore, eh?

Digging up old gossip?

That sad cow would shag a broomstick.

Anyway, thought you'd like to know.

I've got an appointment with personnel tomorrow afternoon.

I'm going to report you... for sexual harassment.

I'm sorry.

You will be.

I need to talk to you in confidence, Karen, if that's OK.

Fine.

You and I have the same problem.

Jim Fenner.

Meaning I have made a major mistake.

I'm not sure exactly what... I totally bought his take on things here, as you

know to your cost.

I liked his manner with the women. They seemed to like him.

Well, he's a man.

The truth is...

I'm no longer comfortable with his attitude to women.

It started to bother me when he gave me your photo.

You know, boasting about his conquest.

You learn a lot about a man when you drink with him.

That's why I had to chuck him out of my house.

That's not how he took it.

Well, that's Jim's great talent.

He's a master liar.

And reading Helen's... Stewart's investigation into the Sheldockley

You know, the rumours about Rachel Hicks.

Christ's sakes, I even saw Maxine Purvis blatantly flirting with him myself and

I did nothing about it.

Helen Stewart and Jim Fenner had a personality clash.

Seems she had the same opinion of him that I'm coming to.

I'd talk to her if I could, but I've not been able to track her down.

I have to tell you, Neil, Helen Stewart made a very serious allegation to me

about Jim.

All right.

Me and Julie just come to say, just so you know, we don't bear no grudges.

We're doing this job proud, girls.

Too right we are, ain't we, Noel?

Touch wood.

No -one wants you two back now, is it?

Fruit pancakes for breakfast tomorrow.

No need to be cocky, Tina.

Oh, she's got a lot to be cocky about, June, ain't she?

Of course, yeah.

Tell you what, though, you're missing a trick with them jammed tarts.

Yeah, flogging for a tailorage, Noreen.

Free for a phone call.

Easy, yeah.

You reckon?

Come in.

Neil.

I'm dead sorry what happened with Jim.

I should have controlled myself.

Please, say I can make it up to you.

Forget it, Neil.

American hot?

Quattroformaggi? Bottle of wine?

I'm up to my ears here, darling.

Well? Mmm, delicious.

Oh, God, no!

What is it, Crystal? What's the matter?

at the minute deliberate, don't you?

No, I didn't.

Tell him no.

She wouldn't know, would she?

Blind old bat.

You want a good kicking for that.

Yeah, you tell her, Shaz.

Wiley.

No more debt and you'll be on cellular confinement.

Is that what you want?

Best call it, Shaz.

You better add an R.

You're the boss, Maxie.

All right, all of you back off.

Right, would someone like to tell me what's up now?

Tina? They're complaining about the food again, Miss.

There's matches in the pancakes. I've eaten one. Look.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

I'm sorry, Miss Betts, but I think this is a matter for the Board of Visitors.

Crystal,

we'll get you to a doctor, get you checked out.

Right, anyone else who's eaten the pancakes, report to Miss Barker.

OK, that's it. You two, out.

Take over.

We can't just take their jobs, miss.

I don't want it.

Me neither.

No argument. Get behind the hatch. Now.

Come on, babe.

What are you doing siding off with Purvis, anyway?

What are you doing siding off with Atkins?

And I'm not your babe.

Why don't you want to go to work?

I just want to be on my own.

I thought you were getting on great with the other girls now.

You thought wrong then.

Hey, none of them's my friend. They said they'd meet me at breakfast, didn't

they?

Listen, Bookie, I've been reading your file. Oh, yeah?

Having a good old night, it was, yeah?

How do you lot like it if we could read all your private stuff?

I read it because I want to help you.

For a laugh more like.

I didn't find it funny.

I want to help you move on.

Make a plan for your future.

Are you taking the piss?

You can piss off the North.

And you're telling me not to take any risk?

There is no risk.

No?

You're just getting a buzz out of showing off to your new girlfriend,

you?

Have you fixed that programme yet, Cassie?

We're going to need as much chocolate as we can get to stay alive in this place.

Sorted. All Babs has to do is put in the changes.

Genius, isn't she? Oh, yeah.

And cunning with it.

For Christ's sakes, what are you doing?

Do you have to flirt with her?

Am I not enough for you?

Here.

Phone your shitting husband.

Why do you hurt me so much, Kath?

What do you think?

Stick it up? Yeah. Sure.

Here I go.

Now, boy.

Oh, boy.

Just thought you'd like to know, Grayling's about to walk.

Sorry?

It's either that or faith of tribunal. I think he's decided to go the smart way.

I got the impression from Neil it was you at Zimby walking.

Did you?

And I suppose that's because you backed up his opinion of me, is it?

I don't feel bad about it, Karen.

I know I'm way out on my own here.

Oi, now's your chance.

Show what you're made of.

You ain't scared, are you?

No.

Come on, I'll come with you if you like. I'll hang around outside in case you

need backup.

OK.

But I don't want Al there.

She'll only cause trouble.

It's your call, Shaz.

Come on, then.

Who is this?

I want to speak to Aidan.

Moved?

Well, they can't have.

Well, where have they gone to?

Well, did they leave in a dress?

Well, he can't do this.

They're my kids.

Well, hello?

You'll get back together.

You always do.

Not this time, ma 'am.

You asked me you're better off without her. You're an evil cow.

Well, I ain't asking you, am I?

It's because of you all this happened. Anyways, keep your frigging mouth shut.

Water. That's all the doctor give us for eating insects.

I don't feel like throwing up.

I'm going to sue them screws.

It's not my screw you ain't.

What screw is that then?

The one that's crazy about me.

She's making it up, isn't it?

No, I ain't.

Mr Waddle, right? Except he lets me call him Mark.

While you was busy at work, we was getting busy in here.

Yeah, right.

At least I've got my scooter pull out on time. You watch your bitch mouth, girl.

What's up, man?

What do you think?

I just ate roach.

Got any idea what that does to your insides?

I want a word with you.

You had no right putting me down in front of the others.

I hurt your pride, did I?

You needed taking down the paper, too.

You treat me like a kid, you.

That's because you are.

You're only in here by accident because you weren't bright enough to realise

that food poisoning can kill people.

Well, I want a sorry for once, right?

You say sorry to me.

Piss off, Jess.

Thanks for coming.

Sit down.

Nothing you're going to say might be changing my mind.

Nothing.

You can pack your stuff right now.

Oh, I'm packing for you, all right, Jim.

I like you angry.

Say some more.

You bastard faggot.

Oh, yeah, call me names, that's good, yeah.

Oh, yeah, work yourself up for me, Jim, come on.

Come on.

Good.

I'll tell Perknell about this and all.

Statement of sexual assault committed by Jim Fenner against Helen Stewart.

I'll have to tell him about this, then.

How he used the gay blackmail threat to pressurise her as well.

Two governing governors in a row, both tarred with your same dirty brush, and

both with a file of allegations against you for sexual misconduct.

Yeah.

You get along to personnel, Jim.

And you tell them that not only are you withdrawing your complaint against me,

but you admit you did it out of a grudge.

Got it?

The head's crowning.

What does that mean?

It means it's too late to move it. You're going to have to have it here.

I'm going to raise my baby now.

Sod the lie.

I'm walking.