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There you go, sir.

It's nothing today.

Sir, have you got anything for me?

Sorry, Sandra.

One for you, though, Denny.

Yeah?

Hey, my mum's coming next visiting.

Well, if you... Mr Fenner been banged up yet, miss?

Trouble with you lot is you don't know when you're well off.

We liked Mr. Fenner, didn't we, June?

He was always very kind to us, June. Yeah, kind to her as well, just she went

and blew it.

Lost our favourite screw because of you and your lies.

Who are you calling a liar?

They never give you a slap in. What do you call that, then? I've probably done

it yourself.

Bollocks.

Give us a chance.

Yeah, give us a chance.

Finish getting slapped.

You all right, Nicky?

No.

I thought you'd be celebrating now Jim Fenner's gone.

Yeah. Maybe I'll crack a champagne open later.

One for you.

What?

What are you doing?

Come on, you two. Get yourself ready for school.

Come on.

Chop, chop.

I thought I told you not to bother coming home.

Where am I meant to go?

I haven't even got a job anymore.

Found out about you and Dockley, have they?

It's worse than that.

The little cow says I assaulted her.

And did you?

I was set up.

Dockley's been chucking herself at me for months.

And you just couldn't resist.

I tried.

But she just kept on and on at me. Day in, day out.

Innuendo.

Propositions. Well, I understand.

You couldn't help yourself, could you?

Most men wouldn't last a week inside Larkhall. Don't play the bloody victim.

Look, I know you're upset.

And you've every right to be.

What I did was stupid and wrong.

But we can't just chuck away 12 years of marriage because of one stupid mistake.

Please, Marilyn.

Come in.

Morning, Carol.

Sit down.

Thanks.

I'll come right to the point.

Helen Stewart's resigned as governor of G -Wing.

My God, that's a turn -up.

This obviously leaves us with a problem.

With Jim out of the running owing to his current predicament, we've got no -one

to run, G -Wing.

I see.

So I want you to take over.

Me? Wing Governor?

Interested?

Well, I'm flattered, obviously.

It's a big promotion.

I wouldn't offer you the job if I didn't think you could do it.

Well, I hope I can do it.

From the little I've seen, it's a bit of a hornet's nest.

Perhaps now that...

certain personalities have gone, things should quieten down a little on the

wing. You mean Jim?

Well, actually, I was referring to Helen Stewart.

Oh.

Can I ask why Helen resigned?

You know, how should we put it?

Man -management problems, usual thing.

She never really got the support she needed from those below her, but I know

won't have that problem.

I'll expect the support of those above me, too.

Of course, girl.

100%. You know that.

Room service.

Do you want to come back later?

No, are you all right?

You should hang a little card on the doorstone. Do not disturb.

Please make up the room now.

Here, Julie.

Yeah?

What was your marriage name?

Dawson. Why?

Do you have any relation to Eddie Dawson?

Eddie the Drill?

Yeah, he's my ex's dad.

Here.

Have a look at that.

Eddie the Drill Dawson, one of South London's most notorious gang leaders.

He leaves behind one son and three daughters.

Does it say how he died?

Slowly, I hope, and as much pain as possible.

Well, you two didn't get on there.

Don't get on the subject of Andy's old man.

He never forgave me for marrying his precious son. Treated me like dirt.

Why was he called Eddie the Drill?

Because he was a big DIY enthusiast.

Why do you think?

Yeah, I wonder when the funeral is.

What, are you thinking of sending a wreath? Yeah, a great big one in the

of the word bastard.

Here you are.

Next Wednesday.

The funeral courtage will leave for Brockwell Park Cemetery at 2pm.

You know what this means, don't you, Jo?

No.

Martin and Rhiannon.

It's their kids.

Andy's bound to bring them over for their granddad's funeral.

They'll be in England, Jo.

Of course.

They'll come over.

Hey, maybe they'll meet my mum. She's coming next visit with our law.

Not a chance.

Well, don't you want them visiting you in prison?

Oh, yeah, of course he does. That bastard man of hers, he ain't going to

come, is he? Well, no decent father's going to stop his kids from seeing their

mutton.

Yeah, well, he's got a court order against me.

Horrible sod.

Yeah, you said it.

If only he'd let them write, or even send a picture.

They're my own kids.

I don't even know what they look like anymore.

Hiya. Don't want to make a fuss, though. Die, Barker.

I've seen you around, haven't I?

Yeah, I'm a transfer from H -Wing. Oh, good, yeah. Well, we could do with some

experience around here.

Sylvia, this is Di Barker, Jim's replacement, from H -Wing.

Welcome to the madhouse.

The natives are restless out there.

I'm not surprised, after what Jim did.

There was a time when a prison officer was given the benefit of the doubt.

Especially from his colleagues.

Changed days now, do I?

Yeah, well... I was never comfortable about him and Cheryl Dockley.

Why don't you go and put the boot in with Miss Stewart?

God forbid the man gets a fair trial.

Still, at least you didn't go snitching on him like some I could mention.

Snitching? It was a serious assault.

It's not only Jim who's going to suffer, you know.

They're going to make all our lives a misery, including yours.

Mark my words.

Morning, everybody.

Oh, morning, sir.

Morning. I know there's been a considerable period of unrest on G

whatever reason, and I'm sorry to have to tell you that Helen Stewart has

decided to leave Larkhall with immediate effect.

I'm sure we all wish her every success in her future career.

And I'm very pleased to tell you that Karen Betts is to take over as wing

governor with immediate effect.

I'm sure you're all going to make her feel very welcome.

Now, I know Karen has a few words she'd like to say to you. Karen?

Thank you, Simon.

I'll just... Sure.

A madhouse.

I'm going to fight her.

Come on, I'm glad you think it's funny.

If I lose my job, you can kiss goodbye to all this.

You'll have to get another bloody job. Get real, Marilyn.

Ex -prison officers aren't exactly in great demand, especially when they've

booted out of service.

Look, if you don't help me out of this mess, we're in deep shit.

We're in deep shit, are we?

I just want to make sure you know what's at stake.

Dad, there's a person at the door.

So come on, right, pretend you, yeah?

I'm Mr McAllister, you're about to hand over the form, and I want you to look

really sad, like you can't face the world anymore now Eddie's gone.

You're making me smile.

Oh, no, but whatever I think Eddie Bean did makes me smile.

Well, they won't let you go to a funeral if you tell them that.

Do you want to see Martin and Rhiannon? Yeah, of course I do.

Can you make yourself cry?

I bet.

Again. Anything?

No, nothing.

Close your eyes.

Why? Just do as I tell you.

Keep them closed.

Open them.

Oh,

Joe! Ow!

Now, I know this is... It's come as a bit of a surprise to some of you, but

not going to make any apologies.

I've been appointed to the job.

It's the job I want to do and I'm going to do.

I'm not someone who's soft on inmates, but I will not tolerate lazy, negative

officers either.

Oh, and one other thing.

If you've got a problem, throw me to my face, OK?

You want to get on the wrong side of her?

Talk about out of the frying pan into the fire.

You should be pleased.

One of us getting the top job.

And won't she just love lording it? You watch.

She'll be out of that uniform in twiz suit faster than fart tent.

Come on, I'll show you the wing.

Excuse me, Mr McAllister, sir. Can you come and see Julie?

Members are worried about us, sir.

Yeah.

How's your mum?

That little bit of extra money coming down before, did it? Yeah, she's never

that much money in her life.

I had a letter from her today. She's coming next visiting.

Oh.

Yeah, your pal Josh.

He couldn't run an errand club, could he?

As long as he sticks the gear that's easy to bring in, yeah. Oh, yeah, of

not. There's a little heart pendant I got from Tiffany.

It's got a teeny -weeny diamond in the middle. I just miss it.

And you say it's her father -in -law who died.

Yeah, well, it's more like her real dad the way she spoke about him.

Poor thing.

I've never heard her mention him before.

Jude's a very private person.

Can I give you this, sir?

What is it?

It's an application for a compassionate licence so she can go to his funeral.

Is it now?

Oh, I'm sorry, love, but I'm afraid it's only close blood relatives that can go

to funerals. Excuse me, Miss Whoever You Are, but we're talking to him.

Hey, left of the cheek, this is Miss Barker.

I don't see how much he's suffering.

I'm sorry, sweetheart, if it was up to me.

I suppose they've got to draw the line somewhere.

There's no way you could have hit out in the heat of the moment.

I took evasive action, which is what I'm trained to do.

Look, it's all down in my rapport.

She says you're having an affair.

Well, it's crap.

Why would I want to do that?

I'm a happily married man.

Well, that's all for the time being.

What now?

Your word against hers?

I know who I believe, but I'm not the CPS.

You reckon it will go to court?

Prisoners' rights are very high on the agenda these days.

Who knows?

Yes.

Oh, very pally.

I'm facing assault charges.

Do you know what it's like for an ex -screw in prison?

Come on, you two. Go and get your coats on quickly.

If, and I mean if, I was to help you, I'd only be doing it for the children.

Bloody rubbish class.

I just want to see me kids roll for now.

Tell me about it.

I wanted to go and have my belly button pierced. They wouldn't have it. Just

face you, heartless bitch.

Why should she get special treatment? She's no different from anyone else.

you got plenty of special treatment off of Jim Fenner. Who, you went and blew

it? Got your bleeding nose off and bite your face there, didn't you? I'll cut

your bleeding nose off in a minute.

Yeah?

Just try it.

Yeah. No one's scared of you no more, Dockley.

Not now the other boy's gone.

You're just one of us now.

Right, what do I put?

Dear Miss Dockley.

I can't believe I'm doing this.

Look, isn't she going to find this a bit fishy, me writing a letter to her?

I wanted to think that she's broken up our marriage.

Well, that shouldn't be a problem.

Put something like, um... I hope you're satisfied now.

Look, why don't you write it? I mean, let's face it, you're the one that knows

her so intimately.

Look, she's going to believe it if it comes from you.

And if she believes it, maybe she'll do something about it. Well, she's not

going to drop the charges. Not after what you did to her. Look, Marilyn.

Do you want me to go to prison?

Yes, start again.

Um, but, um... I'm writing this because I, uh... I want you to know the full

extent of the pain and misery that you've caused.

What's that?

We've got another job for you, if you're interested.

Depends what it is, I suppose.

She wants you to bring in a piece of jewellery. A necklace.

Same deal as last time.

Why are you doing all this? Are you getting a cut or something?

Looking after my mum, innit?

We're going to get a place together when I get out.

Sweet. Yo, Crystal.

Give some of them tea bags.

Why? So you can sell them on to buy drugs with?

No. So I can make a cup of tea, bitch.

Well, if you want tea, you can go to the servery.

Who's she?

Oh, forget it, man.

She's in love with Jesus.

Right.

Hurry this up, please.

This floor's like a skating rink.

Johnson, I'll be back in five minutes.

If this isn't finished, you're on report.

Serves your bloody right.

What did you say, madam?

You didn't say nothing to me.

God, you bloody right.

You dried -up old bum!

I think we're going to have to make an example of

you, girl.

Oh, no, Miss, she's only in her right mind, Miss. Saunders!

Mop this up now!

As for you, Miss Frey...

Communication!

What's going on here, then?

Julie J just lost it. I had a right go at Olympia.

I've got a little something in the post this morning. Get in front.

I don't know.

You'll have a frigging death.

I can't.

I'll give you blue.

Dear Miss Dockley, I'm writing because I want you to know the true extent of the

pain and misery you have caused me.

Millions of people could have wrote that, sir.

I just keep reading it over and over, trying to picture her writing it.

Picture who?

Fenner's wife is shit for brains.

No way!

And listen, it gets better.

You'll be glad to know that Jim has now left me.

He says he feels nothing for me anymore.

And he says the only woman he cares about is you.

Hear that?

He's in love with me.

Yeah, right.

His bloody wife says so.

He's left her. It says so in the letter.

Pity you're never going to see him again then, innit?

Well, obviously I'm disappointed.

Apart from anything else, I was hoping to spare Mara in the ordeal of a trial.

Like I say, I've got nothing to hide.

And thanks for calling in person.

OK, Simon. I will. Thanks. Bye.

Simon said hello.

Going ahead with the prosecution.

I believe Dockley and not me.

Because she's telling the truth.

Why isn't the little bitch playing ball?

She must have got that letter by now.

Oh, dear.

Maybe she's not as in love with you as you think she is.

You'll just have to write another, won't you?

This time lay on really thick.

And what good is that going to do?

There's no way I'm going under for that little bitch.

Hello.

What are you doing?

I haven't come at a bad time, have I? No, no, no. Come in.

I always knew me and Jim was better.

Is that why he beat the shit out of you?

Yeah, well, he's asking for it, I suppose.

Finding me a wife like that.

Look, I've told you.

Find yourself a new screw, Cheryl.

Jim Fenner's well out of the picture.

Joe? Ask him to let you out.

Can't be bothered, Joe.

I miss you, Joe.

If it was up to me, we'd all

be out on strike.

A few years ago, maybe, but...

Nowadays, everyone's out for number one.

Karen Betts certainly didn't let the grass grow under her feet.

What? What's she done now?

You haven't heard.

Heard what?

Helen Stewart's resigned.

And guess who's got her job?

Hello, Charlie?

Hiya.

How are ya?

No, no, no, listen, listen.

Are you going to Eddie Dawson's funeral?

No.

Well, I think you should.

Now, there's a really big favour I want you to do for me.

The sly bitch.

I just wish there was something I could do.

Well, actually, there is something.

What?

I hate to ask.

Jim, I thought if there's anything I can do... If I could just...

Talk to the girl for five minutes. I know she'd drop all this nonsense, but I

can't. So the next best thing is to write her a letter.

And how does that involve me?

Well, you could take it in from me.

Hey.

Oh. If I post it, I risk it ending up in the wrong hands.

I could be done for nobbling a witness.

Oh, I don't know, Jim.

It's highly irregular.

If anyone ever found out... Oh, come on, Sylvia.

It's only a letter.

You could be saving my career.

I feel like we're stooping to their level.

Can you imagine what Betts would do if she saw me walk back on that wing?

Julie's still banged up?

Yeah.

How's she coping?

She cried all through the night last night.

Listen, you tell her that I fixed it for her, for her kids to visit her next

week. What?

You ain't. How do you manage that? My child is going to sort it. Oh, you're a

doll. Oh, Nick, Nick, you hear this?

The phone's fixed it to have Julie's kids from him. Wait, don't go

it. My lawn's taking a risk here.

What's it got to do with your lawn?

She's fetching them in.

How's she going to do that, then?

Stick a couple of sacks over their heads and sling them in the boot of a car?

No. How is she going to bring them in?

Julie has to send Lauren a visiting order.

Then when they go to the funeral, she goes over to Martin and Alan and asks

if they want to visit their mum.

And what if they don't want to? Well, if they don't want to visit their mum, I

can't wave a magic wand, can I? Yeah, but no trouble, eh? I don't want you

getting upset.

Listen, I'm trying to do your pal a favour here. You want to forget it, you

say the word.

Hello, love. Move it, Dockley!

It's a visitor's order.

And we want to fill it out to make Lauren... Who?

Evelyn's daughter.

Oh, no, Jew.

I can't be bothered doing nobody no favours right now.

Jew, she's bringing Martin and Rhiannon in with her.

Well, how can she do that?

Don't ask no questions. She just is, all right?

Get writing.

I went to visit Jim last night.

How is he?

How do you think?

The man's shattered.

It's a tragedy.

Well, you never know. He might get off.

Do you read the papers, Dominic?

There's no such thing as a fair trial for a prison officer in this country.

You're paranoid, Jo.

I've got good reason.

Especially now she's in charge.

Out to make her mark, isn't she?

No matter who has to suffer in the process.

Why don't you stop bitching? It's all you bloody do.

Well, excuse me.

Some of us care about the service.

And if you're the future of it, Dominic, heaven help you.

I'll tell you what damages the prison service.

Bent officers.

People who step over the line. You grease my palm, I'll grease yours.

Assaulting prisoners when no -one's looking. That's right, Dominic. You slag

all off if it makes you feel happy.

I think it's time you lived in the real world, young man.

All I'm saying is... Yeah?

Don't know why I bother.

Anyone fancy a cup?

Don't you let him get you now, Jo.

Good as gold, Jo.

Promise.

What are they doing to Jodie?

So adjudication, isn't it?

Bastards. She should have poured that water right over our body bag's head.

was going for a minute. She went mental.

She ain't right in the head.

She ain't seen her kids for over a year.

That sort of thing will bother you because you're weird.

I don't see my kids because I don't want them seeing me here in this shit, all

right? I get plenty of photos and letters off them. They know who I am. At

I haven't got a court order stopping me from seeing them.

It's weird for you one of these days, I swear.

Just try it.

It was her fault.

You're out of order, Cheryl.

Hey, Shell.

You got a letter?

What?

From him.

Bleed now.

Dear Shell, I know I'm taking a big risk doing this, but I have to write and say

how much I'm missing you.

I love you, Shell, and I can't bear being apart from you.

He wants you to get him his job back. It's obvious.

He wants me back. That's what's bleeding obvious.

So he can slap you about again.

I am so sorry I hurt you. I don't know what came over me. I just wish there was

some way I could make it up to you.

Well, there ain't, is there?

But Jim wouldn't have written all this if he didn't mean it.

He misses me.

And I miss him.

We belong together.

Well? Well, they take me private spends of more than two weeks on a week's

remission. Oh, it was worth it, though, wasn't it, to see Oliver's face?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm ever so grateful to you for what you're doing.

I'm a mum myself, Julie.

It will be all right, don't want it? Of course it will, I've told you.

Don't ask no questions. The less you know, the better, all right?

Now, what are you going to wear?

Oh, there's this thing I'm making.

What do you think?

I'll be honest with you, Julie.

So, everything you told us, everything you told the police, it was all lies?

I made it all up, sir. I wanted to hurt him.

Why?

I made a pass at him, more than once, as a matter of fact.

He didn't want to know.

I hated him. I'm sorry, this is ridiculous.

It's true.

Carry on, Michelle.

Anyway... He came to see me to tell me it had to stop.

I was so angry, I just lost it. I laughed out at him, really went for him,

he threw me off.

That's how I got the bruises.

I'm really sorry, sir.

Why the sudden guilt trip, Cheryl?

It ain't sudden.

I've been worrying about it for ages.

So what made you decide to come in here and tell the truth?

I wouldn't have lied in the first place if you weren't... If I hadn't what?

Well, you put the idea into me, Ed.

asking me if it was an officer who'd done it, telling me how to report it. I

didn't tell you to lie.

All right, I've heard enough.

Take Miss Dockley back to her cell, would you please, Dominic?

Well, it's obvious what happened.

Is it?

Jim Fenners got to her and persuaded her to change her story.

And how has he managed that exactly?

You're telling me you believe that crap?

Anyone can see she was lying.

She wouldn't be the first prisoner to launch a vendetta against an officer.

Oh, come on, Simon.

Don't take this the wrong way, but if there was an element of you caressing

her... What?

Not intentionally, of course.

This whole thing stinks.

You know that as well as I do. What you or I think is neither here nor there.

What matters, as far as the police are concerned, is hard evidence.

Well, there's plenty of evidence.

You're not thinking of dropping the matter just because she's changed her

There has to be at least a full internal inquiry. I insist.

Costly and pointless. If, for whatever reason, Michelle Dockley withdraws her

allegations, Jim Fenner has no case to answer.

Hi, Polly.

Nice to meet you, Frank.

Hi, you're back then.

Oh, yes.

Oh, God, my heart's going tender, doesn't it? Don't worry, it's going to

right. I don't know what to say to him.

I'm not sure I'll see him. No, you won't. Now, calm down, Joe.

Hey, I just got this. What do you think?

Ooh, very nice.

I bet your mum would like that as well.

Good luck, then. You're thinking of, yeah? Oh, yeah.

You, er... You not got no visitors today, then?

I'll sit to you whether I have or I haven't.

Well, er, I'm nosy that way.

What's that, a Bible?

Well spotted, Mum.

It's funny, you get a lot of religious folk in prison, innit?

Not if that chapel's anything to go by, I don't.

I'm Josh, by the way.

Well, bye, Josh.

Can I remind you all to stay in your seats, please?

You're late.

Sorry. I've got to go now. Yeah, well, you're here now.

There you go. It's in the envelope.

Thank you.

We all set, then?

Come on.

You do want to see your mum, don't you?

Your mum not here yet?

She probably missed her bath.

Martin!

Rhiannon! Over here, darlings.

Oh, I'm so thrilled to see you. I thought you weren't coming.

Well, sit yourself down, then.

You should look gorgeous.

Both of you.

I'll tell you how much I've missed you.

Do you miss me?

What have you been up to, Vinay?

Come on, I want to know everything.

What's America like?

It's all right.

It's like it, Martin.

Don't mind.

Look, I know you must feel awful having to come here when you haven't seen me

all this time.

But we ain't got long.

We've got to make the most of it.

They keep you locked in a cell all day, with bars on the doors.

Shut up, Martin.

They call it a room, Martin.

And they usually only lock it at night.

Has it got rats?

Martin, I'm only asking.

No, no, darling.

It ain't got rats.

It's quite nice inside, actually.

Your Aunty Julie and me made it lovely.

Oh, your Aunty Julie sends her love and says she's sorry she can't see you.

it seems in here.

Honest.

Sod off.

I am not sitting with those sad gits. She'll be here in a minute, all right?

Nobody's going to show up now.

Come on, let's be having you. I said sod off. Come on, Denny. Walk back to the

wing with me, eh?

Come on.

To be honest, I can't think what possessed Dockley to make those stories

the first place.

I'm just glad the whole sorry mess is finally over and done with.

Unless she changes her mind again.

I don't think that's likely, do you?

Who knows what goes on in that head of hers.

If there's nothing else, I'm quite keen to get back on the job.

Surely you won't want to put yourself in a position where you can be wrongly

accused again.

Dockley made a fool of herself.

I'm sure she'll be keeping a very low profile from now on.

Wouldn't it be better if Jim was moved to another wing?

What kind of signal does that send out to the women? A signal that we take

incidents like this very seriously.

They'll think we've got something to hide. I was cleared of all the charges.

That's not the point.

I'm sorry, Mum, but I think it is the point. All the situation needs is a bit

goodwill from all sides.

You're absolutely right, sir.

I'm sorry.

Now, if you don't mind...

I think I'm probably the last to congratulate you on your promotion, Mum.

She wouldn't just not turn up. There's got to be a reason. Well, is there no

you can get in touch with her?

I sent her money and everything.

She must be sick or something.

She wouldn't let me down otherwise. I know she wouldn't.

Have you made loads of friends over there?

Good you have.

Are you a prostitute?

That is your prostitute.

And that you're not fit to look after us.

That's why they put you away.

That's your dad trying to turn you against me.

I told you it was all lies, didn't I?

It is.

Isn't it, Mum?

I don't know how to say this.

Look, if your dad had looked after us properly in the first place... Why?

get into all this.

I'm just telling you, it's not black and white.

I broke the law and I got caught.

But that don't mean I'm a bad mother.

But do you think I'm a bad mother?

I haven't seen you for ages.

No, but before I got put in here, was I? I mean, say if I was.

You were a good mum.

Who are those two children sitting with Julie Johnson?

Don't know.

They're not her children, surely.

I know for a fact she's barred from seeing them by a court order.

I'm so sorry.

But I'll make it up to you.

I promise I will.

Excuse me.

Do you mind telling me who these children are? This is a private

Are they yours?

Yes, we are.

I'm sorry.

But I'm going to have to ask you to leave. Leave them alone, you fat cow.

Please let them stay to the end, Mrs Ollamby. Leave it, will you? What harm's

doing? They've no right to be here in the first place.

It's in breach of a court order.

Come on, up.

The visit's nearly up. They'll be gone in a few minutes.

Can I have some assistance over here, please?

And you stay put. No, wait!

I helped you wangle your way back in.

Do you miss me?

Oh, I get it.

There's been a cover -up.

I might have known. Shut it, Wade.

You're not a teacher's pet anymore.

Now your little miss you's gone.

Oh.

You'd better keep that knife.

Enjoy that, did you?

Separating a mother from her kid.

Why isn't this rated, Tom?

Ask yourself that.

Will you see me?

Well, you can get off your soapbox now, can't you?

Bonne start, Sylvia.

No wonder you look embarrassed.

You had Jimmy Fenner home -drawn and quartered.

And there he is.

Totally vindicated.

You're not ignoring me, are you?

Of course not.

I've just done what people get on the wrong idea, that's all.

I hope you're grateful I've done what you asked.

I had a pretty definite letter.

They'd never have got the call, though.

No -one really believed a word you said.

Yeah, they did.

Just going through the motions, that's all.

You do love me, don't you, Jim?

Oh, thank you.

Why don't you mount over the bloody tannoy?

You meant what you said in your letter, didn't you?

Of course I did.

It's just that we've got to be even more careful than ever now.

They're going to be watching us like hawks.

So go on up it.

I'll try and come and see you later when it's quieter, all right?

He's an evil bastard.

Yeah.

What with him and what with Olinby?

Oh, she did it out of spite, no other reason.

That flag.

Do you see the smile on her face?

She laughed every minute of it.

Evil she is.

Bleeding evil. Yeah, I know that the Fenner's back. They're untouchable, the

of them.

Oh, I don't know about that.

They're a way of a means to get back at them.

I'm sorry, Cheryl. I can't do this.

What do you mean?

Oh, it's not because I don't want to.

So what's stopping you then?

I can't lay myself open to any more threats, Cheryl.

Oh, you won't be.

That letter I sent you, telling you about my feelings.

Yeah.

Well, you could use that letter to blackmail me if you wanted to.

Why would I do that?

If you were angry with me, you've already done it once.

Look, things are going to be different now.

I'm sorry, Cheryl.

Here.

Have the bloody letter.

Go on.

Burn it if you want.

Any more incriminating evidence in you?

Like what?

The letter from Mary.

How do you know she wrote to me?

Because I told her what to write.

I don't understand.

Oh, I think you do.

Do you really think I'd leave my wife for a little slut like you?

You bastard.

I'm going straight to the governor.

Oh, yeah?

What are you going to tell him?

You've changed your mind? Again?

I don't think he's going to believe you.

I don't think anyone's going to believe a single word you ever say again.

So you'd better be on your best behaviour, sweetheart.

Can we have

a word?

In my office?

Sure. Don't you want to check Doc is still alive first?

Everything all right?

I told you not to go into Dockley's room on your own.

I just had a chat, that's all.

Clear the air.

Let her know there's no hard feelings.

You think you can get away with anything, don't you?

I know you hit Dockley.

And somehow, I don't know how, you got to her.

I hope you're prepared to put your theory to the test.

Or else my union... If I were you, I'd consider applying for a transfer.

Would you now?

I don't want you on my wing.

I don't trust you.

Well, that's a shame, cos I'm staying put.

In that case, you'd better hang on tight.

You're in for a rough ride.

Shell?

What's happened?

He conned me, didn't he?

The evil bastard conned me.

Put more polish on it. Make it thicker.

Dominic? Yeah.

You're a personal officer to how many prisoners?

Well, it used to be four, but Di Barker's taken two off my hands now,

you're having an easy time?

I wouldn't say that. Why do you ask?

I think you're making a few changes.

Mum?

Michelle Dockley?

She's coming.

You're taking your time, aren't you?

No, I'm perfectly alright. No, I'm perfectly alright.