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Mark, I'm glad you're back.

How's Gina?

But now that she's lost the baby, couldn't be better.

Oh, Mark, I'm really sorry.

Save it.

Look, I know you're angry, but it was her who attacked me. You had it coming

you.

Look, we've got to work together.

Can we not put it behind us?

Please?

Just stay away from me.

You'll get along fine.

Helen. I thought you were taking the morning off.

I couldn't sleep.

I'll be fine once I get some caffeine.

Thank you. I'll bring you up a dose of vitamins.

See you later.

Yeah.

Gina told me to thank everybody for the flowers.

We're all very sorry, Mark.

Glad to have you joining us on G -Wing, though.

Anyway, today, Crystal Gordon's off to court.

Steve, you'll be on escort with Sylvia.

It'll be my pleasure.

And Nicky Wade, she's sitting her OU exam this morning.

Then she'll lead an escort to the life of the group.

Leave it with me.

That's all.

Jim, can I have a word?

Yeah, sure. Nice to have a day out of this place.

Unlocking.

Morning, Mr Fenner.

Morning.

Could have called for some help, you know.

What? Getting into the chair.

No need to strain yourself.

You just concentrate on getting my money into the bank, darling.

Don't worry.

You've got no troubles on the business front.

I hear everything is running as smoothly as the bishop of a burgess asked.

You didn't expect to see me again, did you?

OK.

B12, vitamin C and E.

Cheers.

Do you ever wonder if Yvonne Atkins might just be jerking your chain with

this?

She's not.

OK, only asking for my own selfish reasons.

Thinking, you know, it might be nice to spend the odd evening in instead of

parked in a car outside a massage parlour. But call me conventional.

I'm going to nail him, Tom.

Even if I have to sit outside one of those dumps every night for a year. For

years. By the law of averages, he's got to show up sometime.

The law of averages says we'll probably all get wiped out by a meteorite, but I

don't see anyone running for cover.

You don't have to go with me.

Helen.

I want to go everywhere with you, and I want to help you lynch Jim. Bloody

Fenner, I just... I don't know if this is the way.

It's the only way I've got.

Well, then, for Christ's sake, why don't you go straight to the old madam and

tell her outright? You know Fenner's on her payroll, and if she doesn't help you

make him resign, tell her you're bringing in the police.

Because all I'd be doing is tipping her off to cover his traces.

She'd know if I had any evidence, I'd have gone to the police already,

I?

Well... Forget it.

straight about Crystal.

Shel shouldn't have done what she did, and I don't want Crystal getting into no

trouble.

Crystal didn't even want to help us.

I don't blame her, really.

Things will come good for her, though.

She didn't want us messing things up for her.

Shel didn't see it that way, so she planted the drugs and phoned the cops.

This did feel like proper.

I never knew what she'd done.

Not at the time.

Anyway, I just wanted to let you know.

That's it really.

Tell Bodybag thanks for putting us up.

And tell Shaz Wiley, tell her, love you mate.

I don't know even why we're bothering to go to court. Even my own briefings, I'm

guilty. So what does that tell you, eh? It was show and dinner that's done

wrong, not me, innit? If you weren't in league with those two monsters, why

didn't you phone the police yourself?

Come on.

Excuse us.

Am I turning warm?

Did you offer me out the other night?

You what? You heard.

Do you want to scrap me?

No. So you're seeing that I'm a mom?

No. Look, it was a joke.

Maybe you hadn't noticed.

I didn't get much of a sense of humour.

Please.

You're picking fights again, Chas.

Going in all?

Turned into a right little scrapper since you started on her new hobby.

What? Come on, Chas.

Give him a demo.

Julie.

Half a factory, will you, please?

Grab the other end.

Now, come on, Chas.

Don't be shy.

What do you think you're doing?

Nothing, sir.

Has Sylvia left for Crystal yet?

No, you missed them, mate.

Line up for movement.

Sure.

You OK?

You look knackered, miss.

I've been spending far too many nights outside those addresses you gave me.

And? And floored all.

Well, don't give up now.

Fenner's in with her, I promise you.

Promises aren't enough, Yvonne.

Listen to me.

Lauren says O 'Kane's business is going great.

Makes no difference she's in here. Someone's got to be helping her.

Doesn't have to be Fenner, though, does it?

She's taking the perks from him, I'm telling you.

He's in and out of her soul like a candle in a convent. I need something

specific, Yvonne.

Like a time and a place.

Can you get O 'Kane to open up to you?

What's she going to tell me?

Then scare something out of her.

And quick.

The examination is now at an end. Finish your sentences, please.

Spell your name wrong, did you?

Take the piss.

Probably the only thing you can pass an exam in.

Actually, I'm a firm believer in education.

Especially for no -hopers like you, Wade.

No, I mean it.

The more you can learn, the better.

For instance, did you know that your girlfriend, Miss Stewart, is shagging

new SMO?

Oi, team.

Did you get any batteries off of her no -legs for me?

No. How come?

Well, she's a raider. No frigging batteries in it.

I don't feel right nicking her, Virginia.

Because she's a basket case.

Because she's nice to me.

She gave me this.

I bet she's turning as soft as her kneecaps.

If you can't do nothing useful with her, I don't want you going near her no

more. Do you hear me?

I've got a job to do in this, Nick.

Scratch Atkins' name off and put our name on it, right?

You're going to let our name down after all Dad's done to give it you?

That name means Tina Purvis.

The Tina Peckham boot gang.

If you ain't with the gang, you ain't a proper Purvis.

Now think about that.

But what I really meant was developing skills that will help you find future

employment.

It's what it is, miss.

I'm going to be a world champion kickboxer. Yeah.

Shaz Van Dane.

Yeah, well, I'll get work in it somehow, and I'm going for it.

Then I wish you lots of luck, Shaz.

What I wish is that the bloody Home Office would make up its mind what

for.

Because if they really want us to improve ourselves, they'd stop paying us

for doing education and all the shitty prison jobs, wouldn't they?

Yeah, true.

Is there anyone who thinks I don't agree?

See, that's why I want more of you to help me prove what a different education

can make.

So, that's where we'll pick up next time.

OK?

How did you example?

Not good.

Went great.

So why have you been for Nippy?

Is it true you're shagging the new FMO?

I thought you might have told me yourself.

To let Fenner do it for you.

Virginia!

You and me need to have a word.

I don't think we have one word in common.

Oh, yes, we do, darling.

It's better be worth keeping me from my lunch.

My Lauren knows all about your little empire.

Reckons you're being ripped off.

Big time.

I don't think so.

By this fella.

John Farmer.

I think she said his name was.

Ring about.

Sounds like a real mean bastard.

John and I go back a long way.

He's my right -hand man.

Yeah?

Well, word's out you're squeezing your girls for an extra 10%. It better not

And exactly how does it take advantage of you being banged up in here, in that

thing?

I'm not helpless.

Look, what are you angling for?

Business.

I recommend Lauren to do a better job at running your massage parlours.

At least she'll not do the dirty like your Mr Farmer.

If he is... Fine.

As long as you're happy.

Your choice.

Wait.

There's a pick -up tonight in Fellows Lane.

Maybe Lauren would like to make herself known to my receptionist.

I'm sorry about what I said to you.

Whoever you're with, it's none of my business.

No, I am sorry that you found out from Fenner.

I owe you more than that.

Yeah, well, trust him not to miss a good kick, eh?

I don't want him scoring anything over you, Nicky.

Ever.

So you managed to find the one nice guy in this dump, eh?

The doctor?

Yeah.

He is.

Is it serious?

Early days.

Maybe. Well, don't feel bad for me.

I've got new life waiting for me once it's appealed out of the way.

Hey, now you're talking.

So... Good luck, I guess.

Yeah.

Any news?

What happened?

Well, they call us in at three o 'clock, innit?

And then they say a few words.

And I jotted by this time to go home.

Oh, love. Well, it goes, innit?

Well, don't fret.

She'll soon get what's coming to her. Oh, will she? Please tell her I love it.

What for, miss? She was set up.

Shell Dockley and Denny Blood were going to roast my Bobby alive.

And she gave them refuge.

Being married to that old car, he probably needed warming up.

And cut the tape.

Poor girl.

This trial really is torture for her, isn't it?

Yeah. Makes me wonder what my turn's going to be like.

Well, you should be looking forward to your appeal, being with Helen.

Helen's got someone else.

Dash and Dr.

Wall.

Oh, literally.

Still, got to look forward, I suppose.

Miss Stewart, can I have a word, please?

Fen is collecting tonight.

Fellows now.

Brilliant. Thank you.

Anything to see that bastard go down.

Hey, what's up?

I don't know if I can take much more of this, Josh.

It's all right, babe.

Tomorrow you're going to get off.

You've got more faith than me, then.

Why have I got you saying more than faith, Chris?

A parcel from Spain came this morning.

And by now it's sitting on your lawyer's desk.

You look pretty.

I think.

But didn't your cocaine teach you that?

I'm only asking.

So what?

She's going to teach me a cleansing tone and association.

So I'm going to have to teach you something too, Tina.

Get off! Do what I tell you.

That's pretty, isn't it?

Catch you with cocaine again.

Or do it with a blade.

Listen, witch.

Stop treating my sister like a pissing slave, all right?

The only one who treats Tina like a slave is you.

Problem, Purvis?

No, sir.

There's a queue here.

Yeah, well, someone's been sick up here.

Miss Asher, she'll clean it up.

Eh?

No way.

I'll help you.

Oh, well, that's the first.

A prisoner volunteers to help out.

I can't believe it. I was going to go down tomorrow.

Nah, out of the blue, Denny sends his tape.

It's a miracle, Mum.

Yeah, cosmic.

You see what a little bit of praying does for you, girl?

Please, God, would you stop Crystal banging on?

What's wrong with you? I thought you'd be happy for me.

I am. It's cool.

Well, what about Denny's message?

He still loves you.

Yeah, wherever he is.

Oi, we're taking over.

You what?

You deaf?

No. Come on, Jo.

I can walk again.

I can walk.

It's a miracle.

A miracle, my eye.

Now I've seen everything.

Bang her up.

She'll see Miss Betts first thing in the morning.

Why could you care?

Okay, I'll call at night.

What are you doing here?

I heard you got a new interest.

Sorry, Helen, you've lost me.

This place is owned by Virginia O 'Kane.

You're running things while she's inside.

You're in fantasy land, love.

Here, hop in. I'll give you a lift home.

It's not safe out here on your own.

Oh, I can look after myself.

It's you that should be shitting it.

You think you scare me.

You saw me coming out of a knocking shop, big, bloody, deep, and mad.

I've got needs.

Even you understand that, don't you?

That's right.

You get as close as you can.

I've got a friend across the road. He's got a camera.

He's already caught you coming out of a canes, and now he's getting all this.

You're so predictable, Jim.

You can't prove a thing.

You know what's Karen I feel sorry for?

When she finds out she's been sharing you with a gang of massage parlour

turrets.

There's no need to bring Karen into this.

I don't have to.

As long as I get your resignation.

What? You heard.

Think about it.

But don't take too long.

I'm getting my photos developed tomorrow morning.

Mr. Fenner.

What's the price?

Have you come to go up at the miracle?

These things happen. Sure.

Especially when a bucket's been dropped on your head.

Was there anything else, Mr. Fenner?

No. Don't you want to discuss last night's takings with Virginia?

Fen, what are you talking about?

Takings?

Don't play games with me.

I know what's going on.

You're paying Jim Fenner to look after the interest on the outside, aren't you?

You're joking.

Me, trust the screw?

I was crippled, not stupid.

I saw Jim Fenner coming out of one of your massage parlours last night.

If Mr Fenner fancied a bit of pleasure, I hope he had a good time.

God knows a man must need some relief after a day in this place.

It's nothing to do with me.

Mr Fenner.

We need to talk.

I don't need to hear anything from you.

I just want to see it in black and white with your signature on my desk.

What did O 'Kane say?

Enough. You're in deep shit, Jim.

Who's going to believe a word that comes out of her mouth now?

Dates of pick -ups, deposits in her bank account, photographs of you visiting

the brothels.

Now, who is going to believe you?

Listen, I love Karen.

Whatever you think I was up to last night, I don't want her hurt. Then you

what to do.

And I want those negatives, because I'm warning you.

If you go back on your word... I don't do that.

I just want to see you out of the prison service for good.

You'll have my resignation on your desk by the end of the day.

I need time.

To explain things to Karen.

Okay?

Right. Sylvia and Steve.

Court escort for Crystal Gordon.

I'm going into the witness box for her later.

Let's hope it's the last time we see her on G -Wing.

Getting off on the say -so of another con.

One on the run at that.

If that's what passes for British justice, I'll pass a man to emigrate.

That's your many word, have you?

Right. Well... Sorry to interrupt.

Virginia O 'Kane.

I want a captain's cellular confinement with special watch.

Mark, it's for our own protection.

I'm going to ask Dr. Water to give her an examination this morning.

Apart from that, I don't want her making contact with anyone else.

Prisoners or officers for the rest of the day.

Hmm. What was all that about?

Anyone would think she didn't trust us.

That's it, then.

Pity. I was dreaming of a few choice things to say to our Miss O 'Kane last

night.

Dolly, can I have a word?

Of course.

It's a bit delicate.

I can't trust you to be discreet, can I?

You know you can.

What's wrong?

Oh, I've had information.

There's something going on between Nicky Wade and the number one.

Something going on?

Oh, come on, Di. Don't have to spell it out, do I?

Ridiculous.

Miss Dewitt's seeing the new doctor, isn't she?

I know it's hard to believe, but my thoughts are the suit.

Not a con.

Well, have you told Miss Beth?

They said the less people know, the more chance we've got to sort this out under

wraps. That's why I need your help.

What do they want us to do?

Well, first, they need hard proof.

I'll lay money. We'll find it in that diary Barbara Hunt's been keeping.

It certainly is very close to Nicky. Exactly.

So, while the women are at work, I want you to search Hunt's cell.

What?

Unofficially. Donnie, are you going to help me or not?

She's been taking the piss since she rolled in here.

I should have done that.

See her running for it, man.

Tom and Jerry.

Brilliant. Yeah, and I think how kind we were to her.

Well, it comes to something, doesn't it, when you can't even trust someone in a

blazing wheelchair?

Hear what they're saying about your brilliant mate?

Imagine pretending you're disabled.

To be honest, I don't really care.

I just want to tune into life, you know?

Music, film, basic bollocks, so I don't sound like some kind of freak when I get

out of here.

So you are looking forward, then?

I found Trish last night.

And?

It's good to talk to her.

She's on her own again.

Hunt, letter for you.

Which one, me?

Crown

Prosecution

Service has decided that there is no case to answer.

Did you hear me, bub?

They've dropped the murder charge.

Come here.

Don't disturb your mum.

That's all right.

I thought you'd want to say this.

A miracle.

Well, maybe not a miracle, not as such.

But I have read about things like this happening to people.

It's called... Spontaneous remission. And that's what happened to you last

night, is it?

I can see no other explanation for it, other than the hand of God.

Thank you.

Some might think this whole wheelchair business was a charade.

I beg your pardon?

That you were pretending to be disabled to win sympathy with the court.

I had muscular dystrophy.

I've got medical records to prove it.

Hmm.

The doctor who diagnosed you with muscular dystrophy didn't happen to be a

client of yours, did he?

How you feeling?

Good.

Real good.

I should have known Danny wouldn't let Shell stitch me up.

I spoke to your brief last night. He says the tape's crucial evidence.

We're going to have you home soon, babe.

Right, you.

Good luck, Crystal.

Thanks, babe.

You too, man.

I'm really going to miss you.

You take care of yourself, yeah?

Stay safe.

All the very best.

Yeah, be happy, Jill.

Keep putting a good word in for us upstairs, eh?

She's a tea leaf, not flaming Mother Teresa.

Oh, what now?

Go ahead.

Understood.

We've got to take her to Miss Betts.

Maybe she ought to say goodbye as well.

Oh, God, preservers. Come on.

Take care, girls.

You wanted to see us before we went to court?

Yes.

It's for Sylvia, from all your friends on G -Wing.

My clock!

It was another officer who found the clock for sale in a charity shop and

questions.

The assistant remembered the woman who brought it in.

It was you, wasn't it, Crystal?

You stole my wedding anniversary present before I'd even laid eyes on it.

You spiteful little... That's enough, Sylvia.

I don't know why I'd done it.

I do.

Because you're a born criminal.

Sylvia, leave it.

You were in breach of your probation.

It's a serious matter.

But I wasn't after any money for it. I gave it to a charity shop.

It's still theft.

I don't see how I can give you a positive character report now.

I'm going to have to tell the court you're untrustworthy and a thief.

Do you find it?

No.

I don't think it's here.

You don't think?

It's not.

Look, Jim, are you sure this is on? That diary's their own personal property.

You think about the prison's reputation.

Isn't that important to you?

It's not here.

All right.

Maybe there's something in Stewart's office.

What?

You'll have to take a look while I search for Hunt's diary.

I'm not rooting around the number one's office.

Sorry, Jim, but I don't care who's trying to prove what she did with Nicky

Or who finds out.

What if people find out about you, eh?

About how you left your mum to die in her own piss?

You wouldn't dare.

I dug you out the shit, Di.

Now it's your turn to help me out, all right?

no one else believes you about what happened.

But I do.

Look, you don't move now.

You're a sweet child, Tina.

Thank you.

I don't care what no one says.

Right, that's it.

Gotta go.

How many times do I have to friggin' tell her, Al?

That's your Tina.

Why don't you stay away from everybody's ass?

Yeah, well, that old bastard better watch hers.

Because when they let her out...

They can't have found her guilty.

Never. Crystal, what's happened?

They had to let you off.

Did the jury find her guilty?

Just as I said, guilty of harbouring dangerous criminals.

But didn't Miss Betts give her a good character reference?

Fortunately, the governor discovered little Miss Innocent's true character

before she took the stand.

I thought you were in court.

It didn't take long.

Where's Miss Stewart?

I don't know. I was just leaving her a report.

You better say you told me.

Well, anything?

Nothing. Shit.

We'll have to give White Cell a spin.

What are you doing for?

I don't know.

I don't know. I don't know.

You stole someone's clock and you don't know why?

I'm not a thief, Josh.

Then why did you take it?

I just saw it.

And I took it.

It wasn't like I wanted it. I didn't even block it, did I? I gave it away.

What were you telling me?

You're sick?

You're sick in the head, yeah?

No, I'm not.

And you're a thief, Chris.

You're a thief and you're a liar.

No.

Buddy Bang's got you right, man.

You must just be born bad. You can't even see it.

George, look, it's not like that.

Look, I know I did wrong to nick that clock.

But I was depressed.

Because I thought I'd lost everything.

You.

Because I'm drunk.

God, I know.

Yeah.

Well, you and me both lost everything now.

So what am I supposed to be hiding in there today?

Illegal immigrants?

Lord Lucan?

We'll find out, won't we?

Have a good check in my magic wardrobe, miss.

I'd allege that you'd give me a thousand more this winter.

You wouldn't want to lose your last chance to beg, sir, would you?

You see, just the kind of cocky attitude makes me a little anxious.

You're a little bit of freedom.

I think you can go back to your old habits, just like you're home already.

All I think about in here is why I want to stick bottles in men in uniform.

Glad to see you've still got your sense of humour, mate.

About the only thing, you can't get your hands on it.

What? Nothing.

Come on.

You thick bastards should be locked up.

Do you want to be in this shit house?

What?

Who's this?

That's something, but it's hardly blue touch, babe.

Who's this?

A bath ticket?

Look at the date on it.

Shit.

The date feels awkward, don't you?

I've got to get my hands on that diary.

What the bastard hell is it?

God knows.

Clink. Come on, celebrate.

I'll leave the victory lamp and I've got his letter right there.

And then I'll drive a state through his heart.

So maybe you and me can get back to normal, yeah?

What do you mean, normal?

Well, you know.

Are you trying to say I'm abnormal, wanting to get fanner by the balls?

I've got a girlfriend more interested in massage parlours than spending the

night with me. It's not what my mum would call normal.

What would your mum call that?

You know, you really are an amazing woman.

Yeah.

Seriously.

I don't do this sort of thing normally.

When I'm sober, anyway.

But I suppose I've got to tell you sometime.

I am totally in love with you.

I'll see you later.

It won't.

Nothing's ever going to be right for me now.

Oh, come on, now. I mean, no -one's died, eh?

That's what it feels like.

You've got to count your blessings.

You could have gone down for a right long stretch, been done for those drugs

all.

Josh has left me.

They might as well lock me up for life.

Well, him up there ain't given up on you, has he?

Yeah, you've still got him, Crystal.

You boo.

You've still got us, my darling.

Yeah, you've got us.

No.

What?

My diary.

Half the screws are at the party. The rest of them wish they were, so

everything's... Slipshod.

Slipshod. No problem for Nicky to offend.

The screws think she's an angel.

Surprised to find her back next day.

Surprised to find her back?

She got out?

Yeah, looks like it.

That was ticket.

The screws think she's an angel.

What does that mean?

I don't know.

Angel.

Angel, angel.

Wait a minute.

She means a nurse.

What? There used to be a programme about nurses on the telly.

It was called Angels.

Wade was a nurse?

She disguised herself as a nurse to get out.

There was a nurse's corpse stuffed in Miss Stewart's cupboard.

You're kidding.

Hello,

Mr Fenner.

Come to say goodbye?

What are you on about, Atkins?

I heard you've been moonlighting and got caught.

Who told you that?

Stuart? Oh, do you know how it is?

Us women can't resist a gossip.

Dangerous habit, gossip.

You're up to your eyes in this, aren't you?

Piss off, Fenner.

And remember to hand a uniform and keys in at the gate.

Dear, oh, dear.

You're going to regret this.

Watching you fall on your bastarding face?

I don't think so.

There's been a change of plan.

I'm staying right here.

Just to rub your snout in it.

Come in.

Hello, Helen.

Just give me the letter.

The sooner you write my site, the happier I'll be.

Ah, there's a problem.

There is no resignation.

We had a deal.

We did.

But now I have this.

Barbara Hunt's diary.

So?

Quite a thriller.

Especially the part where Nicky Wade breaks out of prison on the night of

Sylvia's party and spends the night in bed with you.

That's nonsense.

Why would Hunt lie?

I don't know.

Then there's this bus ticket found in Wade's locker.

Dated the same night Dockley attacked me.

And who planted that there, I wonder?

Well, if you've really no skeletons in your closet, you won't mind if I take a

look.

What the hell?

I thought you had nothing to hide.

Except for that nurse's coat you've got bundled up in there.

I think we both know this is deep shit now, love.

Do you want to start writing?

Or shall I take this to Aerie?