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I've been the biggest mug going.

You know the best way to get over these things?

Just find someone else and forget about them.

Charlie wants to make you an offer.

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

Look, I know this must sound daft. I think you should consider being a prison

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

you wouldn't be taking any rap.

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

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

Well, there's an entrance test.

See, I knew there'd be a catch.

It's dead easy, Josh, honestly.

What do I get out of this?

Do what he's asking.

He'll set you up for life.

Right,

now one without the metal.

You what?

Come on, madam, you know the rules.

Off with them now.

I'm leaving the nose one year. I've just got that done.

The girl's septic in it.

In it, miss, if you don't mind.

Now take it out, or I'll fetch the tweezers and do it myself.

Good to see you.

Jim, welcome back.

How are you? Not so bad now.

Ready for the front line again.

Or for me.

Oh, um, this is Gina Rossi, a Dominic's replacement. She's joined us from D

-Wing. Gina, Jim Fenner.

Pleasure. The famous Jim Fenner.

Bit of a hero, you are.

So, how are you settling in, then, Gina?

Fine. Fine, thanks.

Pretty much like D -Wing.

Missed my bloke, though.

Mark Woodall?

Don't know.

You will. The number of phone calls you'll have to take from him.

OK, folks.

We've got a new girl on the wing today.

Bookie Lester, 16 years old, in for GBH, her third time.

Knife to pimp, heavy crack habit, the works.

Right little madam she is. Face like a pincushion.

Gina, I'm putting her in the four -bed dorm, so I'd like you to be her personal

officer. Watch her, though.

She's young, but she's been around.

No worries.

OK, that's all.

Jim,

I'm sorry I haven't been to see you lately.

It was mayhem in here, what with the so -called industrial action after you...

after what happened.

I know you've been busy, but, you know, just a couple of phone calls.

I have missed you, Karen.

Not here, eh?

Your office, then?

I can't, Jim. I'm up to my eyes.

We're short -staffed.

What the hell are you playing at, Mum?

What are you on about, after all Dad's done to you? To us?

How can you agree to be a witness for his defence?

Ah, news travels fast. I'm staying well out of it. I thought you had more sense.

Look, Lauren, you're only young.

There's more that goes on in the marriage than you know.

Some ties can't be broken.

He stitched you up, Mum, so he was free to carry on with that bitch.

All right, maybe I'm a stupid cow.

But he said he's sorry and he's going to look after her. He can't even look

after himself.

He doesn't deserve you.

Or me.

Look, I've been running things since he's been on remand, and the bloody crap

I've had to clean up, you don't know, Mum.

He's a dinosaur.

I've spent most of my time sorting out business deals. He's buggered up.

He's my husband, love.

Your father.

There's nothing you can do about that.

We could go for a drink tonight, or go back to my place.

I don't know, Jim.

Let me think about it.

Josh!

Mr Stubberfield tells me you've applied to become a PO.

Yeah, yeah.

I mean, it's not that I don't like what I'm doing now, it's just that... I'm

impressed.

So, how are you getting on?

Well, I'm still trying to figure out the application form at the minute.

It's a bit official, you know what I mean?

Listen, I've...

Got ten minutes.

I could talk through what they're expecting.

Ricky, do you know, I really appreciate that.

Thank you.

Thank you.

That bastard fends back.

Come on, guys.

Time to say good -byes.

I just don't get it, Mum. You're letting Dad walk all over you.

Just go, Laura.

Let me make my own decisions.

I love you, Mum. I don't want to see you hurt any more.

It'll be all right.

Now go on. Mush.

Ah, happy families.

Brings a real tear to the eye, doesn't it?

Loyalty amongst thieves, normally.

Just like the Godfather.

Doctor, you should have sliced your dick off while she had the chance.

Sir.

What's wrong, sir? Left your bottle?

Shut it, Wiley.

Now.

You two wait.

I've only got some hemlock or something to weed in your garden.

Welcome back, Mr.

Benner.

Here are your stuffing envelopes now, Dockley.

Shame, eh?

Come on, get moving.

You'll be sharing the cell with two other girls.

So don't go thinking you've got the run of the place.

But I need my own statement.

Oh, you...

Get in.

Come on, girls, please. Move it.

Come on. Move.

The last cup of tea waiting for me is going cold. Come on. Move.

You've got a minute. Can I have a word? Did you know he was back?

I hoped he might take early retirement. That's lucky.

Never mind Fenner. Yourself. Move.

What?

What? Is... Good news. No, it is fantastic news.

What is it?

Claire Walker has dug up an ex -colleague of Gothard who claimed he

And get this.

She's prepared to tell it to a court.

Look, Karen, we need to talk.

Why are you avoiding me?

I'm not avoiding you. I'm not daft, you know.

If it's Marilyn, she's the mother of my kids, but that's it. It's finished.

I... I think we need a bit of space.

Both of us.

It'll give us time to think.

Think about what?

I can't afford to end up in any more compromising situations because of an

attraction.

God knows this investigation has been humiliating enough.

This investigation will only show what we all know anyway.

Cheryl Dockley is a deeply disturbed woman.

I am completely innocent.

You do know that, don't you, Karen?

I wouldn't be standing here talking to you like this if I thought for one

moment... Something happened to me in that cell.

You got me out of there.

I was doing my job.

We've saved each other's life, Karen.

How many people have that happened to?

So she's unemployed now, this woman?

What's her name?

Sally Ann Howe.

Sally Ann Howe.

I love you.

She was on the sick for stress after the alleged attack.

But the police closed rank and in the end she was too scared to press charges.

She said that she got a couple of threatening phone calls as well.

Bastards, a lot of them.

When she heard about you, she decided to come forward.

The CCRC can't ignore that, surely?

The CCRC is going to take too long.

Claire says we've got to get a petition together to the Home Secretary.

Eh? How are we going to manage that?

You forget I work for the Home Office.

Jesus, I just can't believe it.

We've been here before, so let's stay calm.

Don't want you to get too excited too soon.

We've never had a bloody witness before.

I mean, it's looking positive, isn't it?

It's looking positive.

But hang on in there. It's going to take time.

But we're going to get this thing moving.

Alright?

Oh, bookie.

Pukie, more like.

Oh.

Yo, what the hell are you doing with my shit?

Chill, man.

We was just having a look.

Cute teddy.

Sorry, mate.

You're sad, man.

Yeah. Well, at least I ain't no lady.

Shut your face, you.

So what'd it give you, anyway?

Three months?

30, more like.

For drugs?

GBH.

Nightly guy, innit?

He was trying to screw me up my money, pimp bastard.

Yeah, how come you get to keep your earrings and I had to hand mine over?

Dunno. Must have pissed someone off.

I'm a fat bitch to come off me.

Body bag.

I reckon she was a racialist. She only called me a nigger, innit? Can she spat

at me or not? She never.

That's banged out of order, that is.

Should report that.

So how many you got?

About 20 now.

Done most myself, actually.

I'll tell you what one they miss, though.

Cool, man. Wicked.

Yeah. Panthers love it. I can make 500 a day with this.

That's crap.

I swear on my mother's life.

Go on, where else?

No shit.

I've only got earrings, man.

All right, ladies.

Can you smell something off, Babs?

You want to check your stab wounds healed, Mr Fenner?

Gangrene stinks like rotten fish, do you know?

Hello, Mr Fenner.

Hardly seen you since you got back.

You've been avoiding me.

Shut it, Dockley.

I'm not playing your pathetic little games.

When your trial comes up, you're going to rot in this place, and I'm going to

right here to watch.

That'll be nice and cosy then, eh? Just the two of us.

Together.

Forever.

Love you, Mr Fenner.

And this is Cheryl Gottlieb.

She's a top dog, isn't she?

Got any gear?

No, ma 'am.

Don't you worry, I believe you.

No, she's just a kid, she'll... She's got a teddy bear and all. Oh, sweet.

Not for us.

Shut up, you lot!

What?

Listen, um... You got any? What?

Rocks. Oh, you mean drugs.

Piss off.

Thank you.

Hiya, Josh.

I thought I'd die. This is a nice town, eh? Oh, thanks.

Guess what?

I did what you said, and I got this for her a couple of days ago.

I've been accepted for the PO's entrance test.

Oh, Josh, that's fantastic. I can't believe it.

I mean, not that I didn't think you could do it, but just the thought of you

working here in uniform.

That's cool, isn't it?

But I would have never even thought of it if it weren't for you.

So I really owe you one.

Yeah? G -Wing what?

Catch you later, Josh.

You've had your time.

There's other girls waiting to use the showers.

All right, then.

Come to the pool competition on Thursday.

Me and Den's going to be a team.

It's doubles, isn't it?

Yeah, well, if you'd seen me play, you wouldn't be asking.

But I'll, um...

I'll come along and watch. All right.

Come on then, love.

Hey.

Hey.

Yo,

yo, yo, you ain't doing it right. Give it here. Piss off. I'm doing it fine,

man. I'm telling you, it ain't deep enough. The ink won't take.

How come you're the expert?

You should have been out of the tattoos, didn't you?

So how come you haven't got none?

Allergic, but I've had loads when I was on remand.

Thought of you.

Right, I've got the ink.

I could only get blue.

Screw with nebbing about.

That's cool.

in the solicitor.

I know that Greg and Amanda are definitely contesting the will.

For all the good it'll do them.

I'm still waiting for an answer about reopening my case.

No to news, Nicky.

Good luck, hey?

Cheers.

Don't count the chickens, Wade.

Just because your little governor's been working after hours for you.

A pride planner.

I am a miscarriage of justice.

My arse.

Well, I think it's brilliant, Nicky.

You can prove that cop was a rapist.

And we all know that rapists deserve to have their balls chopped off.

You're right. You look funny.

Maybe you shouldn't have come back to work with me.

No, no, no.

I mustn't let her get to me.

Yeah. Well, it's bound to happen. For a while, anyway.

How? It's bleeding sore, isn't it?

That's brilliant, that is.

Wicked.

Oh, what are you doing, man?

I just wanted to see if it had closed up.

Hey, why don't we pierce each other then?

No, man. We'd get busted.

Not if we did it where they can't see.

Like boonkies.

What do you think?

Well, we ain't got no studs, though, innit?

I might be able to find something.

If you help me out, you know, get me some stuff.

No worries. Den knows all the dealers in here.

I don't know.

I was telling her what happened to Zen.

She's going to find it somewhere.

Go on.

It'll be cool.

Vicky must be thrilled.

It's only days yet, but, yeah, she is.

Just to warn you, she might have to see a lawyer a few times over the next

couple of weeks.

You know, it may sound like hindsight, but I've never really thought of Nicky

a murderer.

I agree.

Right, well, I'll see you tomorrow.

What is it with you, Stuart?

Just got a look at a murderer and you go moist.

You're out of line, Jim.

Thanks to you, I had to walk back on this wing where the nutto tried to stick

me. And now you're telling me that Nicky Wade, the cop killer, is innocent too.

You make me sick.

Well, that is a relief.

If you approved, I'd know I was doing something wrong.

Get out my face.

Did it hurt, your tongue?

I told you, I'm not if you're icy.

And you did it yourself?

Are you deaf or what?

But it's all I could get, and a couple of jellies.

Oh, look, you can call it off if you want.

I crouched a couple of duds when I came in it.

Go and get those things I told you, and I'll be right back.

Oi, Den, check this.

She is seriously getting on my tits, man.

All this yo -yo -yo shit.

Let's do it ourselves.

What? Our tongues, man.

I know how to do it. She told me.

I don't know, babe. I mean, your tongue.

It's a special area, isn't it? You talk with it.

Yeah, well, you listen with your ears, and I've done them before.

My tongue don't even stick out very far. Look.

Well, we'll put it right on the tip, then.

Yeah, great.

Come on, Dan.

This lunchtime, right, I'll do yours. Then in a couple of days when I get my

spends, we'll get another stud, and I can show you how to do mine.

We can do it without her.

I'm an expert, me.

Is it numb yet?

Mm -mm.

Don't talk.

Just hold it there.

When it stops hurting, it's ready.

So you don't catch nothing.

Now what you do is put your tongue on the apple and shut your eyes.

I'll push the nail through.

Are you numb yet?

And don't worry about the sound. I remember my mate's ear sounded funny

did it.

It's just because your tongue's like raw meat.

Jesus,

Mum, what the hell have you done?

What's it look like?

You've got some balls, girl.

What are you on about? You said you'd done your own.

No, Mum.

Not my tongue.

I've got that non -professional.

It's OK, Den.

Thank you.

Sit, Den. Hold still.

I'll stick the stud in, then swirl some of that booze round your gob.

It's bleeding a bit.

You running a book there?

Yeah, what's your pleasure?

Tell me.

Some strange reason I'm feeling lucky.

I put a week's funds on Shaz and Ben.

Now I've got them.

Good, yeah.

All right, Miss Betts.

I've just had a call from your husband, Mr Ian Ravenscroft.

You're expected in court to listen tomorrow.

Come on, Den, that's you up.

Someone's killing me, man.

We can't pull out.

The blood will have to be felt.

Shit, man.

Maybe we'd better get Dr Nona or something.

Blood? If you don't hurry up right now... Miss, Den don't feel well.

Fine, you lose.

Oh, come on, let's be real.

I'll partner you, Shaz.

I could lose my skirt on.

Game's not a match, I believe.

What's the prize then? Take away, innit?

She's a bloody professional.

It's the game, darling.

I fancy a chicken tikka masala with a big fat buttery naan bread tomorrow

you're eating gruel.

Yeah, yeah.

Well, me and Di let you win anyway, didn't we?

Yeah. Anyone fancy a drink, loser shall.

Nah, man, I've got to go and study for my PO's exam tomorrow.

I'm bricking it. Oh, yeah.

Hey, good luck, baby screw. You'll win it.

There you go.

Look you right, Heather.

It's for luck.

Cheers, Di.

I've never seen heaven before.

Where did you get it?

We grow it in the garden.

I thought you could use some help.

He doesn't need any help, do you?

Anyway, the tester pays the piss.

Good luck.

Cheers, guys.

See you.

He's a bit of all right, that Josh.

Get in.

Oi, Den.

You'll never believe it.

Sodding screws only went and bleeding ones, didn't they?

That Miss Ross is some shot.

Booty, man. That stinks.

See who smelt it, dealt it.

Hey,

if any of them screws wank on about winning the pool competition last night,

if they need a free takeaway.

Oi, Den.

Get out, Wiley. Have you done enough?

That's right, you.

Where did the earring stud thing come from? And don't tell me you had nothing

do with it.

I swear on my mother's lifeless, I did bloody do nothing.

I'm no idiot, man.

Look at me, giving her that little girl.

I can pay for it like anyone with half a brain.

Denny, and I'll cut your tits off.

That's enough, Shaz. You don't need none more grief.

Shaz, what happened?

I've pierced her.

We was just having a laugh.

I was going to do it in oath.

I found this nail, see?

But I sterilised it. You know that whiskey I got off you?

Yeah.

Well, what's done is done.

But you want to make that nail disappear quick, or you're in deep shit.

You report to Miss Stewart's office now.

But I want to go with Denny. I said now, Shaz.

Time to go.

That's where that goes.

Good luck, Yvonne.

What some people do for their money.

I'd have done anything for Peter.

And look what happened to you.

Well,

hurry up.

How's she coming on?

Still bleeding.

She looks terrible.

Well, I'm not surprised.

Her tongue's very inflamed, still pints of blood.

Got to clear the airway, for God's sake.

Yvonne, how are you?

I prefer the staff to call me Mrs. Atkins, if you don't mind.

Okay.

Mrs. Atkins.

If you'd like to run over a couple of things before you take the stand, make

sure we're all speaking Charlie's, Mr.

Atkins' language.

Oh, don't worry.

I'm fluent.

You'll be asked about three packages that were kept stored in the house in

1997.

That's two of H and one of the old marching powder.

But you thought they were birthday presents from Williams, right?

See, the idea is he was acting on his own, setting Charlie up.

So he'd asked you if you could keep him hidden as a surprise.

Charlie the 40th.

Birthday presents.

Right.

Got it.

Can't believe it.

I'm going to be a prison officer.

I said you could do it. Oh, didn't I say?

Miss Bates, guess what? I'm in.

Can you explain how one of the inmates got hold of a nail in the G1 bathrooms?

You are?

You're the only one with that kind of equipment.

You have a responsibility to watch your tools at all times.

I don't understand. I wouldn't leave an house lying around. I'm dead careful,

honest, Miss Betts.

Mum.

I'd just like to say, Miss Betts, that I've always been really impressed with

the way Josh has tidied up after himself.

Every last speck.

Maybe it fell from a fitting or something.

There's a prisoner in hospital right now because of someone's neglect.

Now, if you want to be a prison officer, remember...

So help me God.

Mrs. Atkins.

On the morning of June 8, 1997, do you remember taking delivery of three

packages from a motorcycle courier?

At your home at 17 Folly Court, Chelsea Bridge Road, London, SW3

2DC.

I do, yeah.

And what did you believe those packages to contain?

What did you think were in these packages?

Truck.

Did you not think, that is, were you not told that these packages were gifts

from Mr Atkins, from his business partner, Mr Williams?

I knew they were drugs.

Charlie told me to watch out for them.

I wonder, Your Honour, whether I could ask for an adjournment at this juncture.

Look, mate, I'm not asking you. I'm telling you. I'm going to front it.

I'm giving you the best advice I can as your solicitor.

You take the stand at this stage, you'll be suicidal.

Listen, mate, you don't tell me... You told me you were on side.

It'll be brutal.

from the UK.

I can buy and sell this lot.

And I ain't letting a bitch off that easy.

This is personal, mate.

All stand.

This is that one.

Are you prepared to confirm that your husband had more than a partnership in a

garage door company with Mr Williams?

Sure.

They're into everything.

They supplied most of the East End middlemen.

Middlemen?

Dealers.

Mr Levy appears to have finished with the witness.

How do you wish to proceed?

Your Honour, in view of Mrs Atkins' earlier conflicting statements, I would

to re -examine the witness.

Then please proceed.

Mrs Atkins.

Mrs Atkins, can you tell me why you gave a statement to Mr Ravenscroft that

clearly indicated you thought the packages were birthday presents?

I was scared.

Charlie and his lawyers put the frighteners on me.

I don't know. It's different now.

I've sworn on the Bible and that's serious.

I'm not going to lie to God.

Isn't it true, Mrs Atkins, that your husband, your estranged husband, had

having an affair with the late Rene Williams, his business partner's wife?

Well, yeah.

But then he was going through a middle -life crisis. All blokes do that.

And isn't it true that you're still a very bitter woman?

No, it isn't.

And wouldn't you like to get revenge upon your husband, Mrs Atkins?

No. Mrs Atkins, would you please tell the court what your current situation

In other words, why you are currently in prison, Mrs Atkins.

Your Honour, I don't see how this line of questioning is relevant to the

charges.

Your Honour, I'm merely trying to point out to the court that Mrs Atkins is a

violent criminal and an accomplished liar.

She has already lied in her statement to the defence.

And she has lied when she pled not guilty to the charge of conspiracy to

murder. It's quite obvious to me that Mrs Atkins' testimony is shaky,

to say the very least.

They've given her a blood transfusion and all the correct medication.

She's going to die, isn't she?

I never got to see her.

Oh, my God, I've bloody killed her. No -one's been killed.

Now, pull yourself together, Shaz.

Are you telling me she's going to be OK?

We'll just have a moment and see.

I get sent down the block. It's your fault.

I got a bleeding adjudication thanks to you two bitches.

And I ain't even got no gear.

I'm not saying I've never done anything wrong in my life.

I ain't always been a good boy, right?

Well, him that cast the first stone and all that.

I've answered your questions.

You've been through my bleeding accounts with a fine tooth comb and you still

ain't got nothing on me.

So don't give me all this, oh, you're in trouble now, Charlie, me old son.

Just because my missus got the hump with me because I've been playing away for a

moment.

I mean, personally, I feel sorry for the poor cow.

I really do.

Thank you for that, Mr Atkins.

But you still haven't quite explained how you managed to maintain a four

-bedroom villa on the Costa del Sol on a salary of £80 ,000 a year from your

garage door company.

Not to mention your residence in Chelsea, which it seems has no mortgage.

Well, I've got a mate in the property business.

Now, if he's done something dodgy, that's his lookout. You go and ask him.

But how many of you wouldn't jump at a good deal above board mine if they was

offered?

Plus, I've had my good luck on the stock market over the years.

So you keep saying, Mr Atkins.

But so far, you haven't managed to produce any evidence of these pursuits.

To his estate.

What happened to anything to prove guilty, eh?

It's your job to produce the evidence, mate, not mine.

And it's my job to consider contempt of court charges, Mr Atkins.

I do apologise, Your Honour.

My accountant has furnished you with all the documentation that you need. And if

it don't add up, that's maybe because I like to go on the horses now and then.

What can I say? I've got a soft spot for the GGs.

But I ain't no drug dealer.

No way.

Smack that bitch up if anything happens to Den.

Shut it, Cheryl.

No, Cheryl.

I'm sorry, man. I didn't realise you were so upset.

Better stay clear of me, bookie, or something shite will happen to you and

I don't think there's any point sending her down the block.

She's had punishment enough, don't you think?

Yeah, I agree.

I'd love to know what happened to that nail, then.

Don't let it spoil your big day, Josh.

I'm sure it's got nothing to do with you.

Yeah, yeah, maybe.

Listen, um, I was going to say come for a drink.

You know, to say thank you for your help, innit?

But to be honest, I really don't feel like celebrating that. Oh, don't be

But, um, I'll see you later, yeah?

Please, Mrs. Ollenby.

They'll be back at four o 'clock for the verdict. It's only another couple of

hours. And you'll be back in your cell by that time.

Mrs. Ollenby, I've never asked you for nothing before.

And you know that I wouldn't if I could help it.

I'm begging you.

But I'll make it up to you somehow, but I've got to know.

Sylvia, think of the expenses if one escort for ten hours.

I'll take her in if you want.

Well, put it that way.

I do have to get an outfit for my niece's wedding.

But if you give Miss Rossi any trouble, I'll have your guts.

Do you reckon?

Yeah, ma 'am.

It's a bit of blood, that's all.

They're just covering themselves, innit?

Yeah.

I suppose they can't really say well done for sticking a nail through her

tongue, can they?

I'm telling you, girl, she's getting a bleeding holiday.

Hospital food, no stuffing envelopes.

You've done her a favour.

Do you really think so?

I'm not, though.

Don't do it.

Shag, we've had a call from the hospital. They think Denny's got blood

poisoning. It's important that we speak to her mum. Do you have any idea where

she is at the moment?

Will the defendant rise?

Will the foreman please stand?

Will you please answer the following question with a yes or no?

Have you reached a verdict upon which you are all agreed?

Yes.

On the count of handling stolen goods, do you find the defendant guilty or not

guilty?

Guilty.

On the count of demanding money with menaces, do you find the defendant

or not guilty?

Not guilty.

On the count of conspiracy to supply controlled drugs, do you find the

guilty or not guilty?

Not guilty.

I thought you said he was a goner.

He's got out the bleeding jury.

The sentence of this court is nine months' imprisonment. Your Honour, in

the fact that my client has already spent six months in remand, I ask that

released from the court today.

Mr Atkins, you're free to go.

All rise.

I'll sort it, Mum. I promise.

Mr. Atkins, your reaction to today's verdict? Mr. Atkins is obviously very,

relieved.

I'd like to thank my solicitor, my barrister, and the great British justice

system. Thank you very much, Mr. Atkins.

Chief Inspector.

Chief Inspector.

Well done, Dad.

You were lucky.

Luck had nothing to do with it, sweetheart.

Look, me and your mum, that's just the way things go, darling.

Back to business, eh?

Give it time.

She'll get over it.

You complete bastard.

Come on, Evie. Not like you to be such a bad loser.

See you in three years.

Well, then again, maybe not.

Come on. Come on.