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Do you have baby Joseph?

No,

I really want to go see little Zandra.

I'm good with baby.

Since when?

It's what I want to do, isn't it? Be a nursery nurse.

What's your name?

Baxter. Oh, yeah, Baxter.

Me and him have got AIDS.

We're going to die.

There's a lot of you.

I'm walking.

Mick, you've got Baxter.

He was in his cot and now he's gone.

Mine was a boy.

I heard him in the toilets at King's Cross Station.

And I was pained.

Jim, let go of me. I don't want this.

Yes, you do.

You do.

I don't, Jim. Please, stop.

He's been playing you since day one, Karen.

He's a misogynist bastard.

You're too close, Karen. You can't see it.

Alan Stewart was right.

You what?

I said no.

Karen?

Karen!

Karen! Where are you going?

Leave me alone.

What the hell's got into you?

You raped me!

For Christ's sake!

Karen, just talk to me, will you?

Stupid buggy.

I won't let her back on here now.

Is Baxter OK?

He's back in his cot.

Is that why you've got to put them drugs in his milk, is it?

You'd better not tell no -one else in here, right?

Or they'll do for us anyhow.

I ain't going to say nothing.

I don't know.

What do you want to happen?

I just want to go and look after Baxter.

Try telling that to his mum.

That's why I took him off her. She won't do all he needs done for him. She's

just given up.

Yeah, well, I've given up on you now.

Wait, what do you know about leaving a baby?

Oh, I bloody know, Boki.

Mine was born dead and all because me and its mum didn't deserve it.

No evil gonna touch you, girl.

Ah!

Ah! Quick!

What's going on?

Roaches. Bryce is crawling.

Tell me something I don't know.

But it was in her cot.

Crawling on my baby.

Crystal, calm down.

We'll get the painting and decorating in to fill in the holes, all right?

Then what next? They'll just make more holes in it.

Look, Karen, come on. I know you didn't mean it.

Do you really think I'd hurt you?

I told you to stop. You know I did. What are you talking about?

You prick.

You raped me.

That's crazy. It wasn't like that.

Look, Karen.

Don't touch me.

Your nose not off on another one, is it?

Morning. Everything all right?

Yeah, fine.

Let's not bring our petty squabble to work, okay?

I've declared there's a time and a place.

Jim, if you want respect from the women in here, you're going to have to get a

grip on yourself.

Stiffen up.

is really lost in now.

I promise you, I'll see him swing for this. No, Mark.

I don't need another rush of testosterone.

I just need to talk.

Well, what do the police say?

You have called them.

I couldn't.

But you have to.

Let's call them now. No.

You can't just let him get away with this.

I've got to get this right.

I should never have let things go so far.

What do you mean?

We were in bed together.

What?

We both had a few drinks.

Don't look at me like that, please.

I'll change on the gym front then.

What was he laying into you about, Karen?

I've got to get these on.

Karen, wait.

Please, Karen.

Look, you want me to understand.

I felt sorry for him.

He kept pouring me drinks.

And then he tried to kiss me.

I let him.

And you could have.

But instead you got into bed with him.

Jesus.

Whatever happened, I said no, Mark. Understand?

I said no, and that's all that matters.

Not to me.

We're out toothpaste.

And there's no shampoo either. No toothpaste or shampoo.

How come Dewan got tons of the stuff then?

They've been shoving it up your hole.

One more word, you're on report.

Shut it, the lot of you!

Are you sure you're putting it in properly?

I'm just following Mr. Columby's instructions.

Come back soon.

All right, come on!

What's all this?

It's just a bit short, that's all.

There's no need for all that.

Actually, we're quite a bit shy.

I've had no complaints from Jamie.

PS1129.

You've got £6 .20.

How much?

Has someone been sending money into your Spence bookie?

Come on, Vookie, get a move on, eh?

OK, hold on.

Packet of plain biscuits and some of them little jelly baby things.

They're for Baxter.

Oh, and some Vaseline.

It's got cracked skin, just here.

Oh, he's really lucky to have an auntie like you.

Who's lucky?

WF6543. And before you're out, we're out of deodorant as well.

Oh, wonderful.

Just have this mild sweet air for you, then.

Fanny's non -pex.

So what are we supposed to do? Well, if I haven't got it, I haven't got it.

Well, why haven't you got it?

Just ask for what's in stock, Roche.

Get it.

AC0047. I'd like some tobacco.

You got any old shag?

No disrespect, miss.

I beg your pardon?

We all know you're more than that, Mr Grayley.

I should hope so, Yvonne.

Hey.

That's ace.

Mean you can make a living out of this, then.

Start up our own business.

Yeah, cool, man.

What colour you called that?

Thick green.

That's all they give us.

But you can choose your own stencil. Pretty up.

Any pattern you like.

What about them holes you blocked them up?

Did that first off, man.

Preparation, isn't it?

Only way you're going to get rid of him is knock the whole place down.

Tell you what.

You want to do me a stencil?

How could you let anything happen

between you and Jim again?

Talk to me, damn it.

What's the point?

You don't believe me. You're not exactly making it easy to.

What? You've never got sloshed with the wrong person?

Guy Barker, for example.

Fine. I get your point.

Do you?

Yeah. None of it was your fault.

You got pissed.

You got Randy.

But you changed your mind, right?

You bastard.

Look, I'm supposed to believe it was rape, yet you don't believe it yourself.

I know what happened.

Then why haven't you been to the cop?

Get out, will you?

So are you going to the cops or not?

Read that.

Abused all her life, like every second woman in here.

Raped, beaten and abused by men.

I said no.

If you won't believe me, how the hell can I expect the cops to?

I've thought it.

Bloody well make them believe me.

I think crime warfishing.

If you can't see through this, you must be thicker than I thought.

Save it for the cops, Werner.

She's there now.

What? You didn't think Karen would just drop it, did you?

Open your eyes, you twat.

I never took her knickers off.

The only reason she's gone to the cops is to prove to you she didn't want to

shag off me.

You got anything to say to me, Fenner?

Say it outside.

So you knew his penis was erect?

Did you touch it?

No, I didn't.

There wasn't any foreplay at all.

When he started getting heavy, I tried to pull away.

I told him I didn't want it.

I kept telling him to get off me.

He just... He just ignored me.

There wasn't any other violence? I mean, he didn't hit you or threaten you?

No.

He held me down and forced me.

OK.

Recap.

You have a previous history with this man.

He's a work colleague.

There was even talk of marriage.

It was your decision to go round to his bed sit.

You accepted a drink, then a few more.

You kissed.

You got into bed with him.

You let him unbutton your blouse.

He didn't hit you or threaten you in any way.

Please, sir.

I've got all this for him.

No one else knows what you've told me, do they?

About your baby?

No.

Well, they won't, OK?

I'm going to tell them that you're upset about what Spike told you.

That was out of order, that the nurse letter.

OK?

I'm going to tell them.

that it's my head on the block if you mess up again.

So you'd better not bookie.

OK.

Right, then.

I'm sorry about all the questions, but they'll be asked in court.

That is, if it gets that far.

If. It's up to the Crown prosecutors.

If they don't think you've got a chance of winning, they won't touch it.

But they will, surely.

I'd say it's... 50 -50.

Jesus Christ.

No wonder men think they can get away with it.

If it helps.

I believe you.

I'm sorry I took him off.

I just freaked.

I didn't mean to cause you more grief.

She shouldn't have let you tell us about you and him.

But I ain't telling no one else, right?

You better not.

I know you love him, yeah?

He's missed you.

Do you want me to give him that?

I could do with a lie down.

Even let you off stealing a baby now, did you?

Do you think he looks better today?

He seems better to me.

Yeah, we used to watch you don't infect Xandra.

That's just ignorant, man.

I'd be lucky any baby don't get sick in a shit place full of bugs.

Better start praying, then.

God listens to you, innit?

You pray for Baxter.

Pray that he gets better.

And when are you going to get down on your knees and pray, Bookie?

I've been praying every night.

I think it's working.

Hurry up, sir. We want our tea.

Yeah, it's thirsty work, all this painting lark.

State of you.

Oh, we've been crawling all over the place, sir.

Yeah, sort of got the bug for it. Well, get in there and clean your face and

hands first.

Hurry, go.

No problem, sir. But all them paint fumes ain't good for backstop.

It needs some proper fresh air.

Some of the girls on the uni get specials.

Days out with their kids and that.

I could take backstop.

He's not yours. But I can't take him, sir. He's too sick of himself, isn't he?

He could fix it for them to let me know.

Are you planning another runner?

No.

Please, sir.

The only outside backers I've ever seen is Walsh.

The little mates from G -Wing won't be coming back here again.

You've suddenly got twins to look after, Crystal.

I don't think I need to repeat the details.

No. But if the law can't help me, I'm prepared to copy my statement to Aerie.

Well, obviously, Karen, I don't doubt your word.

This must be awful for you.

But we can only hope the CPS decides to prosecute.

Otherwise a complaint to Aerie is futile.

You've seen the files on him. Helen Stewart.

What can I do?

I can't pre -empt the legal process. As much as I'd like to bring Jim down, my

hands are tied.

Forget it.

Clearly I'm on my own.

Karen, please!

I'm sure you've heard.

Well, she's gone too far.

I've just had the police questioning me.

And what exactly do you expect me to do about it?

Well, get her to drop it, that's what. It's ridiculous.

Just in case you thought it was a one -off.

This is the Karen Betts we're talking about.

And what are these supposed to prove?

That she, um, asked for it?

Yeah, well, the tabloids don't need proof.

Make a nice centre -page spread.

I wonder what your home office bum chums would say about that.

What, if you think I'd be blamed because one of my officers raped another?

If you say that again... The fact is, Jim, it's a personal matter. It's

to do with me.

Don't you care about Larkhall being dragged through the shit?

I got a great big hanky in here to wipe away all the tears.

I can't believe this is happening to me.

Help, Jim.

If you let me.

Yeah, but I'd owe you one then, wouldn't I?

Then we all know whose pants have come down next.

Oh, you're too cynical.

Put it down to experience.

Fair enough.

Don't accept my offer.

Did you see that case in the paper yesterday?

A husband got six years for raping his wife.

Her word against his.

Yeah, well, I'll take my chance.

Oh, and of course there is the Helen Dewitt dossier to back up Karen's story.

I'm sure the police will have no problems tracking it up.

There's nothing going to make me want to screw you.

Jim, you don't have to want it.

I'm done explaining myself.

I'm sorry, all right?

I was jealous.

Oh, for Christ's sake, you would be if I jumped into bed with somebody else.

The thing is, Mark, I'm not sure I give a shit.

Well, I do about you.

Anything you need, I'm here.

I've got all I need.

A clear conscience.

Oh, Karen. Uh, a word? In my office?

Oh, sir, about Bookie Lester.

Nurses have commented on how helpful she's been.

That's great.

So I'd like to volunteer to supervise her on a special.

A day out in the park with some of the mums and the babies.

I'll get back to you.

This is supposed to scare me.

Well, he's a desperate man.

Good.

When I went to the cops, I knew there was a fair chance of a tabloid story.

It didn't stop me then, and it won't stop me now.

The truth is, Karen, I had dinner last night with a pal who works in the CPS.

Michael Hendry.

They're not going to go ahead with your case.

What? Please, calm down.

What the hell is this? Who else have they been blabbing to?

I didn't hear details, I can assure you.

Michael simply felt it right to let me know that the prosecution had very

chance of success.

Pardon yourself, by all means.

Here's his card.

Is there any point?

Well, don't let that bastard Fenner get one over you.

They're dropping the case.

I'm stuffed.

He's won, hasn't he?

Not if you drop it first, he hasn't.

The CPS won't officially notify the police for a couple of days. They won't

to notify them at all if you've already withdrawn the allegation.

But then I look like a liar.

Or someone who knows she's in the right but can't beat a system geared toward

men.

You have a son, Karen.

All you need to say to Fenner is you didn't want to put him through all of

This isn't just about me.

It's about every woman that bastard has abused.

I can't let them down, not again. Karen!

There isn't going to be a prosecution.

How is it helping the women that Jim's abused if you let him believe that he's

been vindicated?

Thanks, Neil.

Yes, Di.

This was intercepted this morning.

A letter to the Guardian.

Shit!

From Crystal Gordon.

It's not the first time she's tried to stir things up.

These were found in a cell.

They're in every cell in Larkhall.

Well, we don't want this in the press.

Well, at least we've got this one.

Yes.

Well done, Di.

Thought we'd need to do something about Miss Gordon.

Well, shall I put her on report?

No.

Just a minute.

Mark was mentioning something about her mother and baby trip to the park.

Tell him to take Gordon on it, too.

And then get on to works.

Make sure they do something about Crystal's infestation.

All that banter yesterday from D -Wing about us getting extra friends.

That account programme's got to disappear.

OK. And I don't want Babs here dropped in here. You can order Babs. Well, any

us for that matter. I'm not in the habit of balling things up.

You're on holiday, are you?

Better get out while the game's a good bit of time.

Yeah, of course.

And there were body bags back on Monday.

Can't wait to see the look on her again, love.

You're ever so lucky looking after little Baxter.

Yeah.

He's starting to call me Mum, isn't he?

He's talking.

Except for Mum.

Yeah. He calls you Mum like I call Maxie my sister.

I thought we could, like, make up now, team.

Being that I've finished with the gang and all.

You've finished, Virginia.

That's why I'm finished with you.

Are you the slap who won't work for a sister anyhow?

I think she might be genuinely sorry now, Tina.

I'm done with that shit.

This one's mixed.

It's disgusting.

No wonder prison don't let the health and safety in.

At least you're being looked after.

This place is like a cesspit, man.

You want to bring your kid up in here?

Some of us don't break the law, do we?

Did the painting party make good then?

Oh, top treatment all round for this one, isn't it?

Me and you going to the park with Baxter and Sandra.

Eh? God heard us, didn't he?

Well, it's Mr Grayling that you've got to give thanks to for this one, Crystal.

If it was up to me, you'd be on report, as you well know why.

So you can put your poison pen away and be very grateful.

I am, miss.

But he could have thought I was going to do another runner, innit?

There's been a development.

I'm pretty certain Karen is going to withdraw her statement.

Why?

Because I persuaded her she couldn't win.

So, you owe me one, Jim.

Okay.

I fancy you. All right?

You made your choice.

And I'm making mine.

Unless you spoil it for me.

Can't you feel this?

You know I care.

But what happens when we get out?

And we're back on the merry -go -round?

I'll get an hour here, half an hour there.

It's not me saying it's over, it's you.

Oh, look at him.

The only thing that's making him sick is being locked up for something he didn't

do, isn't it?

Yeah, you said it, girl.

So we just let all mothers go free, do we?

Does that include Rosemary West?

You lock up thousands of mums because of one monster.

But this is the 21st century, man.

Ain't one of you screws somewhere thought something better than prison?

Oi! Mr Grelin didn't give us this day out so he can flag off his prison

officers.

Come on.

Have a big smile.

You can take hers.

I've got my own photo.

Come on then, big smiles.

Say Gorgonzola.

Miss, can I have a copy of that?

Of course you can.

I'll get these done on the way back.

Yeah, good idea.

Don't you think Booker's found a niche?

I've never seen her so happy.

I love him.

Like he's my only kid.

Crystal. Come on.

You know about me and Kathy, don't you?

You're not just co -defendants, are you?

Well, we love each other.

Congratulations. Only now it seems I've got competition for Kathy.

Look, no offence, but this affects me, Hal.

She's fallen for you, hasn't she?

Fancies you.

You know, you shouldn't have written that letter.

Mr Grayling was very disappointed.

Yeah, well, he didn't have to have bugs crawling all over him, does he?

And Spike throwing up all over his desk.

He's a very caring man.

But my little girl's welfare's at stake.

I don't need a lecture from some man -hungry screw.

You know, for a Christian, you're quite the little bowl of poison, aren't you?

If it wasn't for Mr Grayling, we wouldn't be sitting here enjoying all of

For how long?

A couple of hours.

At least back to that germ -infested rat trap that he runs.

He's got the sniffles.

Seems a bit perkier, though.

He's getting better.

You're going to be a big, strong boy.

Yes, you are.

He's going to be all right. I know he is.

Oh, look, Baxter.

It's our waffles.

Come on.

You're a gorgeous dog. You're a gorgeous dog.

Get up now. Get up.

Get up.

Mom!

stupid girl.

I don't want Andrew going back into prison.

Well, you've got what you wanted then, haven't you?

If we hadn't have been on the alert,

we'd have had another prisoner on the run.

Obviously, I misjudged this one, didn't I? I'm not saying that.

Thanks to you.

She hasn't got a leg left to stand on now.

Which I shall be making clear to probation.

I'm lucky you were on your toes, darling.

Let's both go and sit on that sofa, eh?

Today's been a bit of a major stress headache.

I think I'd better go and have a quiet soak, switch off.

You just need to switch on to something nice.

Honestly, I'm sorry. I know how to cure a headache.

Oh, just.

Sit down here and close your eyes.

And I'll tell you to open them when I'm ready.

You haven't said anything, have you?

I haven't, no.

I'd, um... Although you didn't, that's all.

I just don't want anyone to get hurt.

Least of all you, eh?

Cassie's right.

You're a very perceptive woman.

Oh.

And, uh... What else will Cassie say about me?

Don't worry.

Unless there's a six -foot bloke on the end of it, I don't want to know.

But you've probably figured it out, haven't you?

Not at all.

If there's one thing I've learnt in here, it's presume nothing.

I'm not interested.

I never will be.

So why don't you do it for my favour and go sit your girlfriend straight.

So just watch.

I'll leave you, ladies.

I've got to go now, then. I've got business to do. Later.

Thank you.

This ain't right. Little baby belongs with his mum.

I'll talk to that number when I sort him out.

No. I ain't helping him pick her off you Chris.

Just because I'm serving time it doesn't mean she has to.

This place is burning and diseased isn't it?

Why do you think I did a runner?

Because you was mixed up. You know your hormones and that.

Sandra.

Are you going home?

She needs her dad and all.

You can get your mum to help you.

Take her.

Mr Mitchell, Zandra's things are downstairs with probation.

They're waiting for you.

You better say your goodbyes and pack up your stuff, yeah?

But you can make this work, Josh.

We don't want social sticking their noses in.

Please.

You go careful, yeah?

It won't be long until you're out and we'll all be together.

Proper family.

Josh.

Tell me you don't blame me.

He's lovely, isn't he?

I picked them up this morning.

Thanks, miss.

I mean it.

Oh, look at him!

His mum's sick, innit?

Don't you still like it?

What was that with her?

She's bad.

Really bad.

And when she dies, I'm going to adopt you, Aya.

What's wrong with him?

You know what's wrong with him. Spike told you.

He's all clammy.

Let him sleep.

Yeah, Lord Jesus.

You're listening, innit?

I know I've been praying about my own baby to you.

And I ain't blaming you for getting her took away from me.

But you've got to help Baxter to get better.

Yeah?

Please, Lord.

You've got to save him.

I dropped the case.

Not because you didn't do it. Because we both know you did.

I just don't want my son dragged through all this.

You know I care about you.

I can't help it.

And I know I went too far.

But it was never rape, Karen.

I just wanted to put this behind us.

And I'm going to say this again, because it's true.

I love you.

You think you got away with it, don't you?

You're as happy as a pig in shit.

Don't be too happy though, Jim.

You may be safe from the cops, but you will never be safe from me. For every

woman you've made suffer, I'm going to make you suffer ten times over.

And that's a promise.

Still love me, do you?

Three for it.

Where is he?

With Baxter.

No!

Baxter.

He can't hear you now.

I want to hold him.

No.

No.

He's gone, Ricky.

He's gone.

He's gone to heaven.

You ain't no heaven girl.

Ain't no shit in God, neither.

You don't have to open it.

It's my resignation.

Aren't you being a little hasty? Oh, don't piss about.

We both know I was made wing governor.

To help me achieve my vision.

Yeah, well, you can wank for England, Grayling.

Karen Betts is the one who deserves this job.

I'm giving it up to her.

I'll be back in uniform tomorrow.

Your choice, Jim.

I like a man in uniform.

Hey, what are you doing back on here, man?

Where's Sandra?

Crystal.

What's up?

Sandra's gone home.

To stay with Josh.

It's safer there, isn't it?

Why, you didn't let the bastards make you give her up.

You don't know what it's like trying to look after a kid in there.

That's buggy.

Her little baggage is dead.

Jesus.

Is he dead?

He's gutted, Mum.

Probably make no place for a baby.

It's not a place for us mums either, love.

I know.

Here.

Blow into this.

See if you're over the limit.

Got all us mums with you, Chris.

It was back to the music.

There's nothing you could have done.

It's not fair.

What's fair about illness?

What is good is that you loved him.

And he loved you.

Maybe I shouldn't have took him out.

I gave him the best day of his life.

Bad things always happen to me.

Now, don't go blaming yourself again.

Because I know what you're thinking, don't I?

It's sad, Pookie.

What happened to your baby happens to thousands of women.

It's not your fault he was stillborn.

I left him in his own stinky toilet at King's Cross.

I know.

You don't know!

He wasn't stillborn.

He was still alive.

I could hear him crying.

He's not made you wink up.

Acting. Probing. And you better all start acting the professional.

We've got a couple of Home Office snoopers turned up for a spot

You want to fight the peckham, you're fighting me, right?

Eh? Maybe Mrs. Hollenbeer can tell us if we're looking at the profits column or

the loss.

Only the canteen seems to have been making considerable losses over the last

weeks.