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Amira Al -Jahani, a 24 -year -old postgraduate chemistry student, will

trial at Larkhall Prison.

Mr Hassan Al -Jahani, wanted for questioning over his links with a

Islamic terrorist cell, remains at large.

You're a chemistry student, so you've heard of crystal meth, yeah?

Do you know where the governor's office is, please? Join Masterton?

I'm her new deputy.

You're Louise Tolk?

Jesus!

She's got something!

She's dead.

Jesus Christ.

It is her, isn't it?

I don't know what the bloody hell it is, but Neil Grayling is dead.

I'm my union wife, and dying in the course of duty is not part of our job

description.

Stay where you are.

Everyone is to stay inside the building.

I think I know who it is.

What is it? I can't hear you.

Check for Legionnaire's disease.

It's nice and clean.

How are you feeling?

Constipated.

Well, we can reduce your pain relief and give you something to help.

I shall consider myself lucky if you don't give me any superpowers.

You should consider yourself lucky anyway.

Another inch in and that bullet would have ripped out your stomach.

Ah, there you are, Roswyn.

I'm fine. Fat'll bother looking at you.

How's she doing, Doctor?

Wound's healing nicely.

A couple more days, she'll have her back on the wing.

You should be paying me compensation.

Skip it, Oswin. You've only got yourself to blame for what happened.

I was trying to save my poor sick friend from dying in a thotting plague camp.

If I were a quoddy, I'd be up for the Victoria bloody cross.

Deep breath, Oswin.

You've found him paranoid.

Joy, can I have a word?

Neil Grayling.

Post -mortem report came through.

Apparently he was already suffering from coronary heart disease.

Oh, poor chap.

The others affected by the Legionnaires are responding well to the antibiotics.

But now we've had the aircon and the plumbing system cleaned out, I trust

we'll be properly maintained from now on?

Tests will be carried out on a weekly basis.

Thank you.

Amira?

Have you got a minute, please?

Come on, hurry up.

Why do you keep niceing up to her so far?

I don't know.

Never even noticed me all dolled up.

As your personal officer, you know I can help you prepare for your trial and

that. I get a trial?

Of course you will.

But I can understand if that's why you're worried about your old man.

Look, he'll get a better deal off the police if he just turns himself in.

If they think he's guilty, they won't be satisfied till they force him to

confess. Look, they'll catch up with him sooner or later.

I think you should let him know that, because honestly, he's just making

worse for the pair of you. I haven't a clue where he is.

And even if I did, I wouldn't say.

Right, who's got visit?

Oh, me, sir.

I've got my mum coming in.

First time.

Hardly didn't recognise you with your hair like that.

Oh, thanks, sir.

Do you like it? Yeah.

Peach.

Move it. It's all right, I'll get it. Here, darling. Thanks, Mark.

G -Wing, Lou Stoke.

Nibeski downstairs?

Nibeski, yeah.

Yeah?

Well, why? What's the problem?

No!

No! No!

Don't you come near me!

Nobody's trying to kill you, Felina. They shot me with a bloody gun.

Don't get cleaned up.

You said one inch.

One inch, and I'd be in a butcher's shop.

Look, there's nothing to be scared of now.

Your wound's healing perfectly.

This is just your mind catching up on the shock of what happened to you.

got to let me see Bebtal.

Please. She's in danger, too. I've got to warn her. Warn her about what?

Am I sick?

What? They meant to kill us today.

And I think Miss Marsh should know this. Okay.

Hello, Janine.

I thought Mum was coming.

What, you thought she'd want to see you in this scum hall?

Look, it ain't like this where I got me own room.

I told her it's more like a college where I am.

I'm doing me writing and me acting. Mum's dead.

Heart attack.

Been here ever since you come in this place.

So you can have that on your conscience now, you lying little thief.

I think it might be better if we left now.

You killed your man, didn't you?

Well,

you won't be there to show up.

Beverly's here to see you.

Phil?

Just keep crying.

What's the matter, darling?

I'm going to die in here.

Oh, come on, you're not going to die.

No, don't be ridiculous. Come on, you've just got the shakes.

I'm sorry, Ben.

I just... I just wanted to say... Say goodbye.

Phil.

Look, you can't crack up on me now, Phil.

For God's sake.

Look at me.

You can't die.

I need you.

I've had a grip, you ninny.

Of course I'm not going to die.

I just want some decent ore and ore.

of you.

I need you to help me. Oh, no, you are not planning another run -up.

Look, if I can get myself into a private clinic, let's see, darling, all he

considered me in private.

That should give me a tonic, don't you think?

Oh, you expect me...

Apple of a mother's eye, that girl she was.

Never deserved it.

Always taking advantage.

And then when she got herself sent to prison... You don't have a bloody clue

what her mum suffered.

Nor me, what I'm suffering now. I've lost her.

I'm out of here.

Look, she has the right to go to her mother's funeral, so perhaps you'd

tell me where it is.

Oh, for Christ's sakes, you are the only parent she's got left now.

Do you really think your wife would have wanted you to blame Janine or to try to

help her?

Yes, that's when it is.

But you can tell Janine she's better off saying her prayer there.

Tell me what happened, Janine.

I'm sorry.

Where's Janine?

Over there.

Janine, you all right?

You will be going to your mother's funeral.

But my dad... Yeah, well, he's changed his mind.

It's tomorrow morning, St George's Church, Ballam. So be ready after

There'll be a car waiting outside and I'll be going with you.

Cheers, miss.

That's wicked of you. Thanks, miss.

A screw putting herself out for the cons.

Blinding.

Yeah, it's great.

I don't know how you turned it around.

I didn't.

I'm hoping Janine's going to do that.

Leslie.

Natalie.

How's it going?

Yeah, yeah, I'm good.

Just heard a bit of, um, sad news, though.

One of the girls here's got to go to her mom's funeral tomorrow.

Isn't George's church, Ballam?

Yeah.

Still, I was hoping she'd get a little something out of it, though.

Hmm.

Great.

She's lost her wits, hasn't she, Doctor?

Let's give her a little time to have a rest.

Look, Anne, I'm sorry, Doctor, if I'm sounding emotional, but I have known

woman for 20 years, and I've never once seen her lose it like this. Look at her.

She's practically paralysed with terror.

Well, let's see how she's doing tomorrow.

Look, she can pay for a private treatment in a clinic.

I mean, you can't possibly provide specialist care here, can you?

But I can, Beverly.

Because in the real world, I'm a consultant psychiatrist.

Yes, well, you kept that one quiet, didn't you, Doctor?

Excuse me, Beverly.

Now, what do I do?

Something is not ringing true about dear Dr Dunlop.

Phone Ollie. Get him to check this out.

Time to go.

Try not to worry, Phil, darling.

Oh, it's lovely, Amira.

Thanks, I'll get it straight back to you.

All right, Janine.

Getting yourself sorted for tomorrow?

Um, yeah.

I feel you, Sam.

And Mary's just been to her MEO chain.

Isn't that thoughtful?

Yeah.

Nice.

Still gives me the creeps, though.

Look, please, Janine, don't be nervous of me.

I know I've been a bit harsh to you in the past, but if you're hurting, babe,

then so am I.

Look, I've come to lend you these.

Yeah? Well, I thought they were a little bit more sophisticated than anything

you've got.

Yeah, they're lovely, Nat, but, um... Well, try them.

But they'd be too big, though, wouldn't they?

Well, I'm only a size three.

Yeah, well, I've thought about that. That's why I've stuffed tissue in the

See? Clever, eh?

Go on, try them.

OK.

Just do a little bit of walking about, see if they fit, yeah?

They're a lovely shoe, Nat, but they're still really gappy and I don't want to

be worrying about blisters when I'm paying my last respects.

Just walk.

What does that all do?

What is this about?

I'm sorry, Janine, but there are other poor girls in here suffering just as

as you.

And if you're going out, well, then you're going to have to help me bring

something back in.

What, you mean drugs?

Call it medication.

You know what, Nat?

You can piss off, all right?

I ain't going to be one of your mules.

Fine. Okay.

If you don't, the woman that was going to swap shoes with you at the funeral,

she just might have a little speech to read out to all the mourners.

Go something like, Janine Nobeski wants everyone to know that she's not just a

thief and a fraudster, but she's actually a junkie and a drug dealer.

No, no, please.

Not my mum's funeral.

Yeah, well, you just better make sure it's not yours.

Just the one. Just the one, mate.

Sneaking off early?

For a long post -burned dinner, I do.

At management meeting.

Always good to get out of jail, isn't it?

No, not for me, thanks.

Not for me, then.

You know we're subject to drink and drug testing in the workplace now.

Oh, they do try and spoil all that fun, don't they?

Oh, Julie, I'm joking.

Look, I'm awful closing down the bloody officers' club.

I can get out and socialise with some normal people.

It's already under review.

Fantastic. Why not go the whole way, get rid of the uniforms as well and all

that sir and ma 'am bollocks?

I happen to like a smart uniform. It helps command respect.

Well, that's all very well for a bit of fun in the bedroom, Joey.

We're going to help this bond with the women, and it just encourages those

little Hitler types.

It's not in our remit to bond with the inmates, and a little bit more formality

at work wouldn't go amiss from you.

I think we'd better get the bill.

Excuse me, can we have the bill, please?

Cheers.

Amongst the materials hidden in Mr. Al -Jahani's flat, police say they found

traces of explosives.

and a list of contacts known to be linked to a terrorist cell.

Al -Jahani's wife will undergo further questioning from police.

Two more suspects were arrested yesterday in connection with the planned

attacks, but are yet to be named.

So, are you going home to the missus, then?

Sorry?

Well, I thought you had a partner.

No, I don't have a partner.

Sorry, I thought you did.

And even if I did, it wouldn't be a subject for workplace discussion either.

So, we're going to share a cab.

Actually, I have to go to the loo, so I'll catch you tomorrow. Thanks so much

for dinner. Bye -bye.

You can tell me all now.

Good morning, everyone.

Morning, Mum.

Oh, for Christ's sakes. Can we please cut the mum crap? We're not at school

anymore, OK?

Right. Janine Nobeski, funeral escort duty.

I've elected to do that personally.

I wish, though.

Now, I know that Don is her personal officer, ma 'am, but Nabeski's too

to go out under inexperienced escort.

Does Janine trust you?

Yeah. Well, I hope so, anyway.

Good. It's not about trust.

It's about having a nose for the cons.

I don't want to boast, but Mandy here will tell you that... Right.

Nobody's got a nose like Phil. Well, save it for the memoirs, ladies.

OK, would you meet me in reception after breakfast?

Yeah. Good.

Right, thank you very much, everyone.

Right little puppet on a string you are.

Oh, come on, Silver. I could hardly say no, could I? From what I've seen,

criminality runs in the Nobevsky family. So don't come running to me if you find

yourself six feet under alongside the mother.

Oh, I'm gutted.

Even a day at a graveside's a day out of this place.

Hello, Ollie.

Ollie, it's me.

Have you found anything out yet?

What?

Are you sure?

Dr Rowan Dunlop?

No.

No, I can't believe it either.

Hang on.

You're still trying to tell us your bloke's bleeding, isn't I?

I'm not going to tell you anything.

What's she covering up for him for?

Yeah, well, he's doing his dirty work for him. Lay off, will you?

You saw the boxes and stuff the police took from their house.

I'm sure they'll fill them full of anthrax or whatever it is they want to

us guilty of.

Don't be tough.

But the coppers have never fitted anyone up.

Julie, how would you like to add some...

I bought tea to your earnings this week.

Go on.

I need to get to know Dr Dunlop a little better.

8 .25 a .m. Patient Phyllida Osmond.

Sleeping soundly, but has been presenting symptoms of paranoia.

Looking forward to seeing how long she can keep up the act.

All your wits about your escort duty.

I have a state reporting 100 % fit and ready for duty in March.

Cut the crap, humans.

If you don't get enough sleep, you're not fit for work.

Ah, Doctor.

What's the latest on our wounded escape artist?

Well, physically, she's making an excellent recovery.

But she's suddenly developed symptoms of paranoia.

She wants transferred out to a private clinic for some luxury bed rest.

That was reasonable to me.

Well, not if I've got anything to do with it. Oh, come on. So what if

occasionally they get one over on you?

If I were locked up in this rat hole, I'd try a few tricks.

She's looking after some of the country's most dangerous women.

Mind you, I had you looking after me.

You see what I'm up against?

Did you two have a fallout last night?

Me and Joy? Oh, they're complete opposites. But, as they say, opposites

So you are, um... An item?

No, so what if you are?

I don't have a problem with that. Oh, that's a relief.

Don't let him catch you, eh?

Sorry? I heard him earlier, giving you earache and that.

Doesn't bother me.

It must bother you a bit, though.

What the police found, especially with you expecting and that.

But the boss had to tell me, oh.

I'm your personal officer and I'm trying to look out for you.

It's divide and conquer, isn't it?

They fit her son up as from dodgy evidence.

Reckon I'll believe it and start blabbing.

No, but you can't blab, can you? You don't know where he is.

Exactly.

Look, I ain't calling you a liar or nothing, but, you know, sometimes when

love someone, you want to protect them. Even if it means telling their little

fib, yeah.

Sam's a good man.

He's going to be a father.

He'd never hurt anyone.

And even if the police don't believe us, Allah knows the truth.

Allah can go hang on your feet, Al -Jahani.

I've said all I've got to say.

They'll be the judge of that.

I'm eating me breakfast.

You'll get it back after.

Trying to starve a confession out of me.

Typical.

You should be hanging your head in shame, girl. Why?

Because the British state planted evidence on us. You've got to tell the

It's for the best.

I want to see me lawyer.

How about this?

Yeah.

Yeah, that's fine, dear.

You in? Yeah.

Thanks. Really nice of you to think.

Oh, you're beautiful, sweetheart.

Julie J's got some perfume for you.

But, Nat, I suppose something happens.

I mean, what if I get caught?

You get caught and I string you up while you're pubes.

It ain't fair, Nat.

What are you up to, Buxton?

Talking.

Is that OK with you?

Nothing you do is OK with me.

You ready?

Yeah, no, I see.

Okay.

Yeah.

We'll speak later. Bye.

It's okay looking at folks' files, isn't it?

Not if we hang about and get cold.

That bed better come good with a spliff.

Why was it under the floorboards?

Why was what under the floorboards?

Oh, sakes.

Your husband's little black book.

That you put there?

Were you ever in the attic, Amira?

No comment.

Did your husband ever go up there?

No comment.

Often? Seldom?

Never? All three.

How many laptops did your husband own?

No comment.

Is that a don't know?

It's a no comment, as she said.

I don't think this is going anywhere, gentlemen, do you?

Now, for the record, my client refuses to accept the police version of the

event. She denies her husband is a terrorist.

And she doesn't have a clue as to whereabouts.

As she told you a dozen times.

Mirror?

Mirror?

The interview's suspended.

Here. Do you know Bebtoe's had shingles five times? Oi!

There's nothing here.

No, me no.

You can better be, Jo.

Come on.

Well?

Ask me. She's been trying to rip her fingernails off. She keeps stump.

Laddie war on terror.

Gonna have to have a word with Donny boy.

Telling me he got her softened up.

There you go.

Now, I don't have to give you a lecture, do I?

Good. There you go, Donny. Thanks.

Martin. Martin, come here.

Come on.

I know he's upset, but I think he's very glad you're here.

You reckon?

Yeah. Might be something good to come out of all this, eh?

Janine? Janine?

You don't know what they're doing to me here.

They're pumping me with poison.

Going to throw me in a locked bucket. What have they done with me?

I'm going to end my days in a pigsty.

I'm going to make sure that doesn't happen.

What do you mean?

Are you planning on snuffing me out?

Snuffing me out?

Die hard with a vengeance.

Oh, you're such a handful.

I'll give you a tip.

Don't give up your day job.

I was about to give you the same advice.

But I think you're buying my paranoia, Doctor.

I can't believe you really thought I would.

Well, sad to say, for you, it's going to get a great deal worse if it's going to

be broadcast to the nation.

May well tip me right over the edge.

8 .25 a .m. Patient, Phyllida Osmond.

Sleeping soundly, but has been presenting symptoms of paranoia.

You don't want a sexual harassment charge as well, do you?

How many more women are you experimenting with for your TV

You don't know anything about it.

Maybe not, but... I wonder what Miss Masterson would say if she knew that Dr

Dundlop was using his patients in Larkhall for a TV series called Women

Inside.

Mad, bad or sad.

Hmm?

I had the happiest childhood.

Me and my sister Janine.

We always knew our mum loved us and was there for us, even if we let her down.

Anyway, we're here today to say goodbye to a wonderful mother, wife, sister and

daughter.

And if you knew her, you knew that she didn't suffer falls, which means the

Noveskis must be Mensa members because there was nothing that mum wouldn't have

done for her family.

She always believed in us.

Gave us the benefit of doubt.

Even if we were wrong.

Didn't half make you feel guilty, though.

Maybe that was her plan.

Anyway, she'd be so happy to see us here, all together with her mate.

And I just hope somewhere she knows how loved she was.

Is.

Now you said you didn't want to send off mum, but sorry, we had to.

She sounds like a great woman, your mum.

It's your turn.

It's your chance to tell everyone how much you loved her.

Forget what anybody else thinks.

I've really missed my mum so much over the past year.

And now I'm never going to see her again.

And I know I've got nobody to blame but myself.

Let me make this clear to both of you.

My media interests in no way compromise my medical ethics. Right.

In fact, this documentary is designed to expose ethical inconsistencies.

Super.

Then Miss Marsden's happy with your project, is she?

I'm not required to disclose my other business interests.

Look, for God's sake, I'm trying to prove that women with mental illness

shouldn't be locked in prison.

The prison makes them ill. So how come it's taking you so long to prove it's

making me bloody ill? Because you're at it.

You haven't suffered from paranoia. I have been a hair's breadth from death,

don't tell me I haven't suffered, matey. Phil has been under so much stress.

I mean, she could just blurt out anything. But given a little break from

place, it would give me the space to consider the merits of his project and,

well, his need for discretion.

So I'm sorry, Mum, for all the stress I gave you.

But I love you so much.

I don't know if you're going to hear me or not, but I know the rest of my family

can.

And they deserve to hear this and all.

I'm sorry for being bad.

causing you shame but however you feel about me

i'll never stop loving any of you

Joy, I was just looking for you.

I've made a more in -depth assessment of Oswin, and I think there's paranoid

behaviours masking a severe depression, possibly brought about by the trauma of

being shot. Well, I don't believe in depression.

I think her desire to be transferred to a private clinic for recovery isn't such

a daft idea after all.

Not called Costacon for nothing, you know. You've been taken for a ride,

Feeling like you have some influence on your life.

No matter how small might be the medicine she is right now.

I've spoken to a colleague of mine and she agrees.

I don't.

As far as I'm concerned, it opens the security risk. She'd be going to a

unit. It's a slightly nicer ambience and less of a razor wire.

You're not to convince me, Doctor.

Well, if she tops herself, on your head be it.

She's unstable and it's a risk.

And she wasn't joking about her influential connections either.

I'm surprised you'd risk them kicking up a stink about how she got shot. Anyway.

Don't beat yourself up, kid.

It wasn't your fault.

It really meant something, what you said.

I've been such a stupid coward, Dad.

I want to make it up to you and do you proud.

Janine.

Your mum wanted you to have this.

That's all right, is it?

If I give her it to take back. Of course it is.

It's lovely, Janine.

You're the lady of the family now.

You start when you get out, yeah?

I'm so sorry, Daddy.

She's been doing really well, Mr. Nobeski. She'll be very proud of her.

Tell you what, why don't you clean up your face before we get in the taxi,

Thank you.

You can eat your knees before you go.

He's never going to talk to me now.

I can't cope without him. Not now. What's my mum?

Well, you should have thought about that before you met up with your dealer,

shouldn't you?

I didn't have you down as an addict. I'd have been far more vigilant.

I ain't a junkie.

That ain't for me.

What, you mean you bought it near to deal?

Oh, uh... Well, what do you mean?

Nothing.

Well, you were right, Sylvia.

She swapped shoes at the funeral.

Heels stuffed full of crack.

Would you put that in the safe for me? Donny, will you take over?

I'll go and tell our master and commander.

At your own mother's funeral.

I thought I'd seen six. Yeah, she knows what she's done, Syl.

Come on, you.

Oh, more than useful.

You ain't going to get caught with it or nothing. Because they'll only point the

finger at me and Joe.

No one's going to know where I put it.

Not unless they want to swim around the bend in the bog.

Please, Mr Kimball.

Please don't leave me.

I'm also a sheep.

I've got to, Janine. You know that.

I'm so sorry.

It is. I wish I'd never gone to the funeral.

Better have missed it than... Janine, did someone put you up to this?

Because if you've been pressured, then you've got to tell me.

It'll work out, all right?

It'll be all right.

You want to be a police liaison officer, do you, Donny?

Don't worry.

There's nobody listening.

Trouble is, there's no -one been talking.

About where her husband might be hiding.

Oh. What, she ain't even said such... And the thing is, Donny, there's a lot

pressure on me to find this bloke.

So you'd better work on his wife a bit cleverer and liaise me something useful.

Quick as, yeah? Yeah, yeah, sure, boss.

It's just, you know, I had to go to a few... Right on to it, boss.

You're going a bit overboard, aren't you?

Oi!

What the hell's going on?

What the shit? Oi, girls, quick, they're spinning themselves.

What is this, an idol?

You've brought any of me ting, then you're going to pay.

All right, listen up, everyone.

You can blame Janine Nobeski for this.

She was apprehended earlier today trying to smuggle drugs into Larkhall.

What? But she was at a funeral.

No, she was dead upset.

I don't believe it. I want each and every one of you to know that the police

have been contacted with a view to charging Nobeski.

So let that be a lesson to you all.

From now on, if you're caught with drugs, you'll be punished severely.

Christ. Oh, Janine.

Yeah, like she'd be so bleeding stupid.

You think it's funny?

A kid like Janine getting in the ship.

Silly bitch deserves what she gets.

Smuggling drugs at her own mum's funeral without border.

Don't flush it.

Any drugs you've got?

I'll have them.

I have 12 valleys and some scum. Just take them before they spin my room.

This looks like a good time to buy.

Any idea where I can get some crystal meth?

Stay back, Al -Jahani.

How did you get on with the police today?

I told them what I told you.

I don't know where Hassan is.

And I don't believe anything they're saying about him.

Why would I?

I know they're lying about Hassan.

Look, Amira, what I think you've got to do is talk to someone you can trust.

You know, like your Muslim priest, the imam. We have one that comes in here. I

could sort it out for you.

You'd trust him to tell you what's best to do, wouldn't you?

Look, say if you did know where your husband was hiding, you know, ask him

what's best to do if you were doing right by your religion by telling lies

the police. I'm fine dealing with things on my own right now.

Come.

Oh, dear.

You look as if you could use a drink.

Hmm.

Had a bit of a running with the master earlier.

You as well?

Yeah.

Took your advice from Phyllida Oswin, though.

I think she was suffering from depression more than anything else.

So I've had her shipped out to a private nursing home.

And sure you'd read to this?

You're after a little bit of blackmail. Oh, I wish I could have been there.

You're not quite as po -faced as you make out, are you?

I'm quite the reverse.

And if ever you want to find out?

Killer question.

Are you enjoying... Well, put it like this.

She is definitely in love with me.

Really?

Do you think I'm flattering myself?

No. Oh, dear God, Rowan. Me in that old bag.

I do have my standards, you know.

Do they apply to men?

Are you coming on to me, Dr. Dunlop?

Just don't want to step on Zoe's toes.

Really? I didn't hear you knock.

I got a little present for you.

Are you trying to tempt me?

I just can't resist.

And then you can set me up for a piss test.

Only I can resist, and I'm not a prat.

What? Like the poor bitches you sell to?

Or forced to run your shitty errands.

Any one of those junkies would wet their pants for a freebie.

So, get some manners, Buxton.

I'm in a generous mood.

Take this pill.

Or I'll make sure you can't.

Piss off.

Second course.

Come on.

And this one.

Where are you going? We have to eat.

There's no justice in the world.

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Pleased to meet you.

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special. For the island's most talked about couple. Don't be a spark between

Sophie and Shane.

And to the annoyance of the others. Sophie has put restraining orders on

everyone else.

Will Sophie get her boy in the zone?

Love Island, next on ITV1.