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Right, so some of you will have to get packing today, because all the lifers on

G -Wings are moving to single cells on the 3s.

Then I'll be gradually moving over lifers from other wings.

You're going to shove Atkins off that, then? She isn't a lifer, is she?

Yvonne Atkins is in isolation on another wing, pending a police inquiry into her

husband's murder.

What, like you think she'll get done for it, then?

Moving on.

Excuse me, right?

All of us done murder first go off.

Well, that kind of body does up, doesn't she?

Christ's sake, Dockley, it isn't a competition.

Well, we want to keep it special, don't we?

Miss, I don't want to go on to a threes.

I want to stay in the dorm for when Denny gets back.

We'd love to see how she is.

I'm going to talk to her this afternoon.

Can I come with you, Miss?

Oh, please, go on.

Get in the queue, I'm first, innit?

Oh, no wonder we got rats.

We could do with another bin.

Shush, shush, shush. I'm sure I heard something. Oh, shush, shush.

What was that?

Sounds like a cat.

Yeah, but where?

Where are you going with Portia?

Her name's Pam and she's moving on to G -Wing.

Shit's sake, are you just about to bloody well wind us all up? Maybe you

see a counsellor, Jim.

Here comes the mobile library.

But poor old Babs is going to miss her bedtime story.

You should try reading sometime.

Feed your tiny brain.

Feet with bleeding arms.

Here now.

Give me this one, Pam.

You OK?

No, I'm not OK.

How many more raving loonies will Stuart move on here? Is she going to shift the

whole Muppet house?

Well, do you want your wing turned into a no -go zone?

Please don't start this again.

Look, Karen, I'm not getting at you.

Yes, you are, Jim, actually.

I'm sick of your Auntie Helen Stuart campaign. It makes you sound like

I don't mean it like that.

Well, I've asked you before.

Why do you keep on?

What do you expect me to do?

It's just this.

I lose it sometimes.

I need a bit more time to get me nerves back.

Do you?

No. I've just got to get a grip.

You're doing great.

For Christ's sakes, a weaker guy would have left the service.

I'll leave you to unpack your bags and I can come down and get some lunch.

I'm not listening.

Pam, I'm putting a lot of trust in you. You've got to try and make this work.

Telling me you want to take my rosary away.

Sorry? When I say my rosary, they can't get through to me.

But I can't say it non -stop, can I?

No -one's going to take your rosary away.

My mum used to say, if anybody wants to steal my wedding ring, they'll have to

cut my finger off.

That's why I wear it round my neck.

So I'd have to cut my head off.

It's my own fault.

I should try to be more like other people, shouldn't I?

You'll be fine, Pam.

Nikki, can I ask you to do me a favour?

Yeah.

Can you introduce yourself to Pam Jolly and take her down to lunch with you?

She's going to need a lot of support. She's very scared.

And who wouldn't be after what she's been through?

She's a scary one.

So you agree with Jim Fenner?

Listen, 12 years ago, Pam was at college training to be a teacher.

In less than a year, she's eligible for parole.

The whole time she's been in prison, I doubt a single person's tried to have an

intelligent conversation with her. I'm just asking you.

All right.

But you can't win them all, you know.

Was that principle for action?

No, it's just an I care about you.

Just give her a chance.

We'll go night -night.

Yeah. OK.

Shh, shh. Go sleep. Sleep.

Right, Dad.

Everything all right, Julie? Yeah, Miss. No problems.

Thought we'd start on the middle landing today, work our way up.

Well, up, then down. You know, we like to vary it.

Variety is the... The spice of life. The spice of life.

They've got their own little ways, these two.

Oh, you remember Josh, don't you, Julie? Oh, yeah.

Hi, Josh.

Yeah, well, you'll be calling him sir in a few weeks' time when he comes back

from prison service training college.

Yeah? What, are you turning a screw?

Yeah, I got my mortgage in, I think.

We always did say you looked gorgeous in a uniform, didn't we, Jo?

And I've warned him about remarks like that.

Hello there, beautiful boy.

Oh, come here.

Oh, you're such a little tinker.

Yeah, Joe.

That's his name.

Tinker.

Tinker.

We've got to think this one through, Joe.

What goes in is going to come out.

Where's he going to do his toilet?

You got any plans for tonight?

Have you?

Well, I could go for a nice meal out then.

You invite me back to yours.

Because you still might get a visit from Marilyn.

You know I'd move in with you tomorrow if you get me off or not.

I just don't want to rush you.

I could be finished about half five.

Ask the big guys.

What's the most important job of a baby's group?

Make the tea.

I'll do it. You sit down.

No, it's OK. I know more around a kettle.

Girlfriend's got you well trained, then.

No, I ain't got a girlfriend.

I sort of take care of myself.

Talk about going to waste.

Tell you what, Josh. Come and get a sandwich with me and Mr Fenner.

Let me sort you out a schedule.

Plus, you've got to keep a daily diary, son.

See what kind of assignment she's after?

Where is the filling?

Do you have to be so crude?

What have you got between your legs, darling? A picture of Jesus?

You have to pick up a tray.

Why do they call her Podger?

You got something to say, Sharon?

Just wondering who's your new girlfriend.

This is Pam.

You got the name right now?

Or do you want it smacked into red?

It's Pam, right?

Spam.

Yo, Spam. Respect, Spam.

Just ignore him, the stupid kid.

Hey, Pam.

You come straight up here to the front. Swap with me.

Come on.

What do you want?

A bit of everything.

Get dollop in, Dawn.

You want to watch that Lizzie, Wade?

She's worse than mad Tessa Spall.

There.

Now, if I was you, I'd go up and scuff it in his cell.

Or nasty Nicky might take it off you.

Go. Quick, go on. What are you saying?

Hang on. Go, Kodja. Go, Kodja.

You're a leggy.

We don't want to put in us all of ours, do we?

You're a sick bitch.

Give us mine.

Shell.

Private Ward.

I'm going to see Denny now, if you want to come with me. Can I miss?

As long as you don't go blabbing to Shell Dockery.

Mikey, did Pam come down to lunch with you?

She came down, just didn't hang around with the floor, so...

What are you doing?

Got something for your compost.

Saves it specially.

Makes lovely manure with it. Nice and fresh and loads of it.

What are you on about?

They're just back from lunch, eh?

They smoke on the street.

Oh, my God.

Wait, I'll get the bell. Stop that!

Well,

it's off the critical list.

We need to keep her under observation.

How long for?

You just think yourself lucky you haven't killed her.

How long?

Assuming there's no further setback, ten to fourteen days.

Then I hope you punish this pair for wasting my time.

Den?

It's me, Shaz.

Can you hear me?

I feel so shit I done this to you, Den.

It should have been you done it to me.

Hey, look.

Don't try and talk, Denny.

You're going to be okay, Den.

Just a couple of weeks.

Then you'll be back in the dorm with Shaz.

It's like Mr. Stolt went plop.

Our new little baby.

Cats know how to find the suckers, don't they?

And I get the prize.

Oh no, won't be any trouble, will you Tinker?

We're doing looking after.

Well, I'm not having Tinker shitting in my shed.

Gonna have to fix a way he can come and go.

Like a cat flap?

Cat flap, yeah.

Yeah, that'll really keep the screws off the fence.

Have to make him a tunnel down the side here so he can nip out under.

I think I can't wait to camouflage it.

We knew you'd help us, didn't we, Joe?

We're ever so grateful to you, Nick.

And Joe Dinger.

We'll just tell him there's no F in front of his name, right?

Yes.

Oh, and just watch out for the practical jokers, because they'll all try and

catch you.

Not me. I've been and done fetching them long stands and cans of tartan paint.

Are you OK, Di?

There's been a cell fire on G3 in Nicky Wade's.

I didn't hear the bell.

No, well, we put it out quickly before it got going, but you could tell it was

done deliberately.

Right, I'll check it out.

You'll find Jim with probation.

Tell him I want all the threes brought back from activities and banged up.

Well,

this will give you something to write in your diary, won't it?

Yeah, you're lucky you put it out quick.

Yeah, you're lucky I don't wrap you on the knuckles for being late back from

lunch.

Look, I'm not asking or expecting you to become the best of friends.

It's just that you get along and that you make the most of what the life is

you're going to have to offer you.

Well, it's like G3's our street, isn't it, miss?

And me and Pam's neighbours.

And you can't choose your neighbours, can you, Pam?

You've just got to say a cheery hello, lend a cup of sugar.

Well, not that you can lend anything in here.

It's against the rules, but...

I don't think she's listening to me, Miss.

Sorry to interrupt, Mum, but there's been a cell fire on G3.

Miss Betts wants the threes brought back.

What? In my cell, is it, Miss?

It's Nicky Wade's.

First thing you ever gave me.

I'll buy you another copy.

I warned you not to bring that fathead case up here.

But you always know best, don't you?

Everyone on this unit is a suspect, Nicky, including yourself.

I'm not accusing anyone till I've got proof.

I want every mate on the three individually questioned.

Tell them I'll cancel their association if the culprit doesn't own up.

Somebody will know something.

You can't fart in here without a witness.

They must have been started during free flow, which means they all had an

opportunity. I'll interview Pam Jolly myself.

She's number one suspect.

Gotta be.

There's another two known arsonists on the landing.

But not one fired till you lumped us with Poggio.

Sorry to be blunt. Only state enough fact.

I'm looking for a motive.

The only person that Pam has a history with is Shel Dockley.

Why would she go for Nicky Wade's cell?

Same reason she belongs on the Muppet Wing.

Because she's a nutter.

It could just be because books make a good bonfire, Helen. We can't assume...

Well, don't let's assume anything.

All right.

OK, guys, split the threes up between you and go and grind them down.

Pam, I need to talk to you.

We're interviewing everyone in the landing about the fire that was starting

Nicky Wade's cell.

I need you to answer me truthfully.

Pam.

Pam.

Did you have anything to do with it?

Sanitary pads?

Has she done that before?

What does it mean?

It means what we know from her record.

The woman's criminally insane.

I'm sorry, Doctor, that isn't a diagnosis.

That's an oxymoron, isn't it? What?

Well, if she's insane, how can she be held responsible for a crime? I'm sorry,

Miss Stewart. I haven't got time for these verbal gymnastics.

Then tell me.

I need to know, does she have a mental illness or not?

Because in the past nine years, all she seems to have been treated for is

depression. And that's only a symptom.

Isn't it? In the past nine years, she's had sufficient and appropriate

medication to keep her under control.

What I doubt is the wisdom of moving at a normal location.

Can I just clarify a point, Dr Nicholson?

Do you or your staff have any specialized psychiatric or mental health

Pamela Jolly's your problem now.

Including two in the kitchen.

What we like to hear.

Cheers.

That's us.

Right. Josh.

Home. Hop it. Go on.

Well, the ladies should have to love you making their teas.

I'm going to take him for his first drink in the officer's club.

Look at you, son.

Just give me a sec.

Yeah, um... Sorry, no can do tonight, though.

Why? I've got to meet someone else for a drink. It's all fixed up.

Oh.

Yeah, old mate of mine. I ain't seen him in ages.

Oh, well, I could come for one, couldn't I?

Can't be late back for me mum, anyway.

Just leave it to another time, eh?

Why?

Just, you know, it's no big deal, is it? There'll be loads more nights.

Oh, just say it, Josh.

You're embarrassed to be seen with me.

What are you talking about?

Well, what's your problem, then?

I'm just saying, we'll do it another time, that's all.

I've done it again.

What do I sound like? I'm sorry, Josh.

It's what happens in this job.

Your whole life gets sucked in. You forget what it's like to have friends on

outside.

Look, you go and have a nice lad's night out, eh?

I'll see you tomorrow.

Cheers.

Thanks, Jessica. Night.

You know...

I still don't believe nobody saw who lit that fire.

It bugs me.

Just keep everyone on the alert.

Look, Karen, in case you thought I was joking about me wanting to move in with

you, I'm not, you know.

It's not that simple, is it?

I'm trying to tell you that I'm in love with you.

I know I've got a lot of stuff to sort out and that, but...

It's me and you.

That's how I want the future.

I want that too, Jim.

Thanks to your man, Jim, all of my body's got to bugger it. Oh, we're

sorry, Nick.

Oh, we thought it was the SARS -CoV -2.

It's not poor little Tinker's fault, though.

Catherine, please.

That's nature.

Listen, Julie, you better think up how to get poor little Tinker's and flea

treatment. Quick.

Or he's moving out of my potting shed, right?

Right. Right.

Phone Monica.

Oh, yeah, she's done some stuffing.

Oh, now we're going to get past the screws.

Hey, girls.

I catch you saying something about a cat.

Cat?

What cat's that?

The cat that's got fleas.

Listen, Dockley, you heard nothing about anything.

I know a bit.

Because if she does, your face is going to need surgery.

What are you saying that for?

Like I'm not a cat lover.

I know exactly what you are, doll.

And I'm warning you.

Don't have to lick pussy till I come, do you?

I was going to say, swap me a phone card and I'll get you a meet with my new

miss to fetch it.

Bring anything in for an handjob, him.

Better for all I get to slag him.

Well, what's another handjob?

I've been locked out with dangerous women all day, not to mention the

Yeah, I still have to pinch myself.

I never thought I'd have a proper career, you know. Same as me.

I've been in pints for a proper living.

A couple of my regulars were POs when they said what the pay was. Josh, we're

doing locks, bolts and bars.

What? It's home office instructions.

We've got to do a security check each day on every cell.

Hey, sir, our toilet's blocked up again. Are you going to fix it for us?

Cheeky, he doesn't do that anymore.

But then it won't get done for ages.

I'll get them to make it urgent for you, yeah?

Cool, man.

Hey, and Denny said to us, did you hear out from Crystal yet?

What's she mean by that?

She just likes joking with me, innit?

Sorry, did I scare you?

What the hell's that?

My app to the gov. Get some new clothes brung in. I forgot to give you it this

morning.

I think Fender's lost his bottle.

You all right, Chief?

Here, deal with that, will you?

Can I have a word, sir?

We're only talking a bit to Grandma, Miss.

About you cheeking Mr Mitchell this morning.

Eh?

Making personal remarks.

Well, everyone knows about him fancying Crystal.

We all thought they'd get it together.

I called him sir, didn't I?

Yeah, well, um... Just watch yourself.

Go away.

Go away, I can hear you.

How are we going to give him his lunch if she's at the bloody shed?

Well, tell her to blob off somewhere else.

You tell her.

No. That's all the fag can go and wipe the lippy.

You must give Sylvia a ring when we get back.

We never did replace her clock.

Eh?

You don't know what I'm talking about, do you?

We bought her this gold clock for her 30th wedding anniversary.

And some fooling stole it.

And that's like, uh, pick a name, yeah?

Dominic said there was only one person it could have been.

Crystal Gordon.

Eh?

You remember her?

She used to work in the kitchen.

Yeah, erm, religious.

Yeah.

I thought she was lovely.

Especially to poor Zandra.

But as Dominic said, she was in the office when the clock was on the table.

And I remember turning my back.

Yeah, but you said they don't release prisoners until they're in search,

Yeah, if you go by the book. But we'd already yelled her up.

And the right mess of her papers.

Anyway, Dominic's bed's best forgotten.

Oh, just forget about it.

Hey, Julie, you must have done a real pro job on Mr Fetchit. He said to tell

for you, any time.

In case you need something else for your pussy.

I ain't got one now, have I?

Eh?

You saw that podger kicking the shed in?

She scared him off, didn't she?

That's funny.

What's funny, Cheryl?

It could be strawberry jam.

No, I meant... Well, during lock -up riot, I thought I heard this cat sound.

Like, really realistic.

Only I thought it was podger doing a spazzer act.

What do you mean?

Nah. You mean she could have got him in her hell with her?

Well, I was just thinking, cos you said he was missing.

Get in hell!

I mean, don't go by me, but she could stuff anything up that sentry.

I hate people who are cruel to animals.

Like my stepdad.

Like my shit pimp. We just wanted to tell us if she's got him.

Or what she's done to him.

So you in with us and Sheldon?

I'm in.

Just keep watching, all right?

Please. My misery.

You're not having my misery.

Listen, we want our cat back.

So have you got him in here? Have you?

She's evil.

Who is he?

Come on, tell us. Yes, make one.

Where's the cat, bitch?

Come on.

Hello.

Oh, God, you're the best.

Made a right royal mess.

Why wasn't one of you on watch up there?

I said to keep up the alert, didn't I?

We had our hands full down here.

With Jim gone off again.

Gone off where?

Die.

I think he might have his drink problem back.

Jim?

You all right?

Not if I get asked that again.

You know what's happened.

And I know why it shouldn't have.

I'm balled up.

I'm sorry.

Shit.

Look. I'm going to get on top of this, Karen.

I know I've said that, but... Give yourself a chance. Take a few days off.

No. Go and see your doctor, will you, please?

What, just give in?

Run away?

That'd be the worst thing I could do.

I've just got to push myself.

Jim, you are totally stressed out.

No wonder.

I think you need some professional counselling.

I really honestly do.

Yeah. Well, that's just the kind of talk that makes it a hundred times worse for

me. Can I say that? Do you mind?

I'll take my bollocking and get my act together, or you just sack me.

OK?

Right.

I'll see your report first thing in the morning, then.

Oh, uh, you were right about Pam Jolly.

I'm going to get her moved.

First it's a fire.

Then she goes berserk at exercise.

Now she wrecks herself.

We don't know who wrecked herself.

I'm sorry, Helen, but the point is we can't cope with her on this wing.

And if you don't agree with me, I'm going to have to speak to Simon.

You mean take the easy way out and wash her hands?

Look, you know bloody well if there was any other option... There is, Karen, if

you'll help me.

I want to get Pam assessed by an independent psychiatrist. That way we

out exactly what's wrong with her and if she can be treated.

We'll get nowhere going through Dr Nicholson.

But your friend, the counsellor that helped us with Shell, she could

someone, couldn't she?

And what if in the meantime there's another incident and someone gets

Honestly, Helen...

I know what you feel, but it's taking too big a risk.

Then I'll be my head in the block, not yours.

Read my report.

See what you think.

Morning,

Mike. Morning, Ma. How are you? Good.

Dr. Waugh.

Hello, Stuart.

Hi, Thomas.

How do you do?

I'm very grateful you could come so soon.

Listen, I've set aside an office for you.

I read your report.

Very interesting.

I'd better add to that that Pamela's had her precious rosary stolen.

Ah.

Well, that's good.

Stays me weaning up it.

I'm just amazed that Pamela's not been referred before.

I take it you don't normally work for a majesty's prison.

Tell me what you did, Pam, after God spoke to you.

What do you mean?

When God told you you were going to give birth to the second saviour, did you

start knitting little booties and buying nappies?

No.

Well, why not?

That's what people usually do when they're expecting a baby, isn't it?

What did you do then?

I packed my suitcase and put it under my bed.

Then I waited for the door.

And somebody came to the door, didn't he?

Gasman. Gasman came to the door to read the meter, but you thought he was sent

by God to fetch you.

He had blonde hair like an angel.

That's why I let him in.

But when I asked him where he was going to take me...

He just laughed.

Why do you think he laughed?

To mock me.

To make me not believe in myself.

That's how I knew he was sent from the devil.

Have you ever thought that it's possible that he might have laughed because he

was just an ordinary gasman?

Because he was a bit embarrassed by what you said to him.

I know that's what everyone else thinks.

So what?

I knew right away he was sent to kill me.

So you went and fetched a knife and you killed him?

I had to, didn't I?

Doesn't seem very Christian.

I had to save the second saviour so he could be born of my body.

Why doesn't that make sense?

I think...

Maybe we'd better stop now.

I'm not finished.

I feel I'm really patronising you here, Pamela.

I am, aren't I?

I'm assuming I know better than you about the facts of your life.

Well, you're the doctor and I'm the nutter.

So you do think you're a nutter, then?

No.

But I am, aren't I?

Personally, I don't think anybody's a nutter.

I think some people have an illness that distorts the way they think.

You mean anyone who doesn't believe the same as you?

I suppose I do, basically.

You can't prove that gas man wasn't sent from the devil, can you? No, I can't.

But you can't prove he was.

Then what's true is what someone believes, isn't it?

Is it true that the world is flat, then?

Or that women are inferior to men.

Or that animals can't feel pain.

Tell me what you did after the gas man was dead.

You know what I did.

I set fire to him. Why did you do that?

Why do you think that we'd go back to hell?

But he didn't, did he?

He still talks to you in your head.

Hi.

So, how'd it go?

Well, her symptoms clearly indicate paranoid schizophrenia.

Prominent and persistent delusion, hallucinatory voices, persecutory

although obviously there is some rational basis.

So what did you tell Pam herself?

Yeah, well, I've been very open with her.

I said I'm going to start on a course of antipsychotic drugs right away. It'll

take a week or two before they begin to work, and I've explained that it's not a

cure, but it did do a lot to control her symptoms and improve the quality of her

life. If that concept has any meaning in a prison.

Yeah, I also think she'll benefit from some talking treatment.

She's got a lot of negative beliefs about herself.

Very repressive religious upbringing.

Sounds like her mother's probably schizotypal too.

I'm going to set up some cognitive therapy sessions for her, if you agree.

Yes, of course.

I need you to be very open with me.

What's your professional view of her treatment to date?

Well... Totally incompetent, no question.

They said that any medical practitioner would have seen that she's delusional if

they'd bothered to engage with her.

Now, if she'd been properly treated from the start, she'd be much further down

the road to recovery.

Now, how many more women's lives are we going to allow this man to waste?

You're right.

So?

I'm going to go and see Simon now.

Are you coming with me?

I'm back, baby.

Morning, Pam.

Morning, Miss.

Listen, I've got some good news for you. I think we'll soon have a place for you

in an open prison.

I don't have the details yet, but I thought you'd like to know.

And don't worry, you'll still be able to see your therapist just on a different

day.

I thought that's all right, then.

That's why I'm smiling, isn't it?

Oh.

Um... I wondered if you'd like to do a bit of gardening this morning.

It's all from your notice board. You like flowers, eh?

If I can fix it with the screws.

Devlin. Jessie Devlin.

They tell her her daughter phoned and I'm back on the wing.

Wing.

Like birds, yeah? Just tell her that.

Yeah, come on.

So, how do you like locking girls up for a living?

I ain't done that yet. I don't get my keys till I get back from training

college. Couple of weeks.

Yeah, well, I still ain't calling you sir, all right.

Then I've got something I've got to ask you, yeah?

One of the screws was telling me some shit about a gold clock.

Oh, body bags?

Yeah, yeah, they said Crystal nicked it.

Who said?

I don't know about who said. I just need to know if it's true.

Why? Crystal ain't nothing to you now, is she?

Yeah, well, she is.

She's living with me.

What? Yeah, we're going to get married.

But you told me. I know, I had to. She made me promise her.

It's because of this job. She thought that if they knew about us, then I

wouldn't get it.

I felt like shit not telling you then.

You know, I owe you.

You and Crystal is getting married?

Yeah.

That's wicked, mate.

You've got to promise not to tell no one, though. Not even Shaz. You've got

swear to me. No worries, man. That's really cool, mate.

You see what I'm saying, Margaret, about this gold clock?

What? Like you're saying it'll put you off her?

No, it's not that. No way. It's like what?

It's because of people saying bad shit I don't know about her. You know, that

does my head in.

Because if that's true, then what's coming next?

You know, and why hasn't she told me?

Look, I'll tell you why you're prone, because it's bollocks.

Look, I know who nicked that clock and her name ain't Crystal.

All she wanted out of here was you, mate.

She hadn't got, Tinker. Why didn't she say?

She might have said a whole lot if that bookie hadn't put the boot in.

You bloody crackhead.

Oh, Joe.

He knew we loved him whilst he was with us, didn't he? Yeah, of course he knew.

Joe?

Yeah?

Let's not put the food out for him now, eh?

Yeah.

Don't want a pet rat, do we?

Julie!

Take your bin bags outside, and I'll meet you by the bins, all right?

Mm -hm.

Got to spray some Greenfly.

Tell us if he's good or bad, Nick.

Just look.

Better change it to Tinkerbell.

Why are they crying?

They're nutters.

We need to have a little chat.

Cat? A mother cat and a kitten called Tinkerbell.

It's OK. The Julie's got a good home lined up for them.

Monica Lindsay's.

I just need you to sign their release warrant so she can come and collect

Leave it with me.

I've got to apologise to you.

You were dead right about Pam Jolly.

Well, you were right. I was putting my neck on the block.

I really feel I can change things now.

Oh.

Then you forgot.

I know it's not the same, but...

Oi,

spazzer. You forgot something.

Round thing.

You know, all the plates. Excuse us.

What's this?

Still for service.

Cat got your tongue, Duckley?

Good night.

Better dash.

Got the hairdressers.

Yeah, well, thanks for looking after me in that, yeah?

You've been great.

See you next time in uniform.

Thank you very much.

Give them to the next fucker.

God help him.

Permission to have a new sheet, please, sir.

Why? Because you're warming up without making swingers?

No, because I come on.

Don't worry, I like Miss Grosby.

I need Pam Jolie's file.

Are you all right?

Get one more bit.

You want a file?

you what you really want.