All language subtitles for BadGirls-S06E07

You're Tanya Turner, ain't ya?

Argh! Get off! Argh!

Have you seen what she did to me?
l want that bitch dead.

That can be taken care of.

Rick tells me it's a present
from your little brother Terence.

Oh! His toe!

lf you're being bullied, tell me. l can help.

Don't you worry about me, darlin'.

l'll sort out anybody
who tries to get the better of me.

Al, are you all right?

Oh, my God.

Are you doing anything tonight?

You'll pick me up
and chuck me out again.

You know nothing about me, Collin.

Are you still in plain clothes?

Not tonight.

l like my girls with no clothes.

l hope you remember what l like.

That's it, l'm afraid.

- Morning, Col.
- Forgot you were coming back today.

Just as well we are according to Sylvia.

Another death on G Wing.

Sounds like your mate Myers
is making a right tits up.

- Didn't start a killer virus, did she?
- Sure l'm not guilty, Col.

We'll show them all, won't we?

When can we expect
Alison McKenzie's postmortem results?

- When l get them.
- Are you certain it's still a virus?

Well, l'm still running urine tests.

That man doesn't know
which way up to hold a stethoscope.

He's all we have,
unless you want to put a white coat on.

Two more women hospitalised and
we're still no nearer to finding out why.

McKenzie's postmortem will tell us why.

We should ask ourselves
why only G Wing was affected.

Cos there's
a bloody curse on it...and me.

l hope it's down to natural causes,

but until we know for sure, l'm not ruling
out any possibility, including murder.

l'm amazed Neil hasn't been pushed yet.

He's been nailed to that desk.

Jim, good to see you back
and fully clothed.

Right, top priority is the illness
going around this wing.

We don't know what caused it or how
many women will come down with it,

but the ones in the medical wing
are doing better than McKenzie.

lt's all round the landings. Night shift
said it was kicking off nonstop.

Until we know cause of death,
they're all quarantined.

All outside work and classes cancelled.

But l want them allowed
free and full association.

When we haven't got
enough staff to supervise them?

- And everyone up in arms after a death?
- We should be on restricted regime.

Half of them are struggling
to get out of bed.

- l don't think they'll cause any problems.
- Let's hope you're right, ma'am.

Are you sure you don't mean
you hope l'm wrong, Di?

Right, ready for unlock.

Neil wants to see you in his office
before the women do.

Pick up any strangers last night?

- Want to know the intimate details?
- Hope l don't read them in the papers.

l don't remember you warning me
when l picked you up.

(Gagging)

At least Al went quickly.
Some people take ages to die.

Tina, ready to do the breakfasts?

No...l ain't.

Come on.

l just lost another
of me best mates, innit?

You can't expect me to carry on
as if nothing's happened.

Miss Myers is going to give you
all free association today

and there'll be listeners to talk to.

l just want Al alive.

l know, darling, but it might help
to keep busy, take your mind off.

No, it won't.

Well, it won't do any good
if none of us gets fed, will it?

We need to keep our strength up,
to help the poorly girls.

Darlene, Rick isn't pissing about.

He cut your brother's toe off. You don't
think he's going to stop there, do you?

How l know it belonged to Terence?

You don't think that Rick found this
in the street, do you? Huh?

- (Groans)
- Listen to me.

l put my arse on the line to get him a visit
in your name. He'll be here tomorrow.

You're not so sick
you can't walk and talk.

Oh, shit!

You're looking well, Jim.
Di's TLC seems to have done wonders.

You never appreciated
Di's good qualities, did you, Neil?

- Shame it's going to cost you.
- How's the inner man?

Oh, l'm fighting fit.

No stigma attached to mental illness
as far as you're concerned?

No. Just wondered if you might find it
easier working with male inmates.

Why?

You've given the women a stick to beat
you with, in a manner of speaking.

You promised me wing governor here,
then governing guv.

- There was never anything in writing.
- No.

You're too slippery for that, aren't you?

There must be some reason
you keep passing me over.

Every day l wake up, Jim,
l'm more and more glad that l did.

So why don't l put you up for the next
principal officer's job down the road?

What are you doing?

l'm just making a note
of your careers advice.

Cheers.

You can't afford to die, Darlene.
Just think of your loved ones.

Not another corpse?

- (Sobs)
- Are you OK, Tine?

- Oh, come on, love.
- Hey, she'll be all right.

- What if she ain't?
- Built like a ten-ton truck, in't she?

First Al, now Darlene.

What the hell is going on?
Something ain't adding up.

l dunno, but l ain't falling
for this virus bollocks.

Funny, none of them screws got sick.

lt's funny that both Al and Darlene
share that cell with Tanya Turner

and no one got sick
until her hamper did the rounds.

- What, you reckon...
- What?

- Didn't they eat the best of it?
- lt's nothing to do with Tanya Turner.

lt's me what poisoned 'em.

l'm a murderer.

Tine, you better tell us
what you're talking about.

l nicked some of
that dodgy rhubarb hooch.

- You what?
- Hooch?

l only did it so they'd stop
being nasty to Tanya.

You've been making hooch?

Not us. Costa Cons.

What am l going to do?

(Sniffs) l was supposed to be
getting out of here in five weeks.

And now l'm going to be
sent down for life, innit?

Oh.

Hello, Natalie.

l heard you'd been
brewing your own booze.

And without telling me about it.

We were going to invite you to
a tasting once it had reached maturity.

- Surprise you.
- l'd like to try it now.

- Er...no.
- Why?

Frightened it'll kill me
like Al and Darlene?

Darlene's not died, has she?

Not yet, but the servery girls are right
and your hooch is poisoning everyone.

- What?
- No, it is not.

Then why the hell are you
siphoning it into tampon holders

and flushing it down the loo?

Now, you two old bitches better tell me
what you're up to and quick.

Because it's you either tell me,
or you tell Myers.

(Mobile rings)

- Yeah?
- lt's Tanya. l want you to back off, Rick.

- You've gone too bloody far.
- l bet Darlene wanna talk to me now.

She can't now. She's sick. They've
carted her off to the medical wing.

Yeah, you know what?
lf she don't talk to me, l don't talk to you.

- 'And you can stay right there.'
- No.

Rick? Oh, shit. Rick?

(Woman) Pervert!

- l don't bleedin' believe it.
- Jesus, it's true, then.

lf any of us behaved like him,
we'd be chucked in the nuthouse.

Oi, Fenner, didn't recognise you
with your clothes on?

(Women call out)

Any of you say one more word and
Mr Hedges will take you down the block.

l don't care if it's the lot of you.

You first, Yates.

Thanks for your support, Hedges.

Support? l agree
with every word they said.

So the lads were right. lt is you.

- You're Tanya Turner.
- Yeah.

Do you mind if l er...

Er, in future, ask first.

l know when l'm getting the kiss-off,
or is that the piss off?

lf you don't mind...

Sure. Maybe l'll see you again, then.

Not if l see you first.

By the way, you've got a special delivery.

'(Panting)'

We never realised that rhubarb leaves
were poisonous,

not until Phyl read it up
in her garden book.

Highly toxic for goats and swine.
One supposed likewise for screws.

We never intended
to poison our fellow inmates.

Of course not. The only corpse
we'd have cheered off is...bloody Myers.

Hmm. lt's a shame your plans
went wrong at the last minute, then.

When l saw the screws' milk heading off
to make pancakes for our breakfast,

l nearly gave birth to my liver.

A five-star general couldn't
have planned for such a contingency.

Look, can't we just get rid of it all now?

Save the whole hog of hooch for you
and say no more.

ls there enough left in here
to kill someone?

lt took less than that
to knock Al's stuffing out.

So, you see,
we can't risk another mishap.

No, quite right.

This time you have to make sure you get
the fatal dose directly into her mug.

Hmm?

What?

Sir, l need to see the doctor.
l feel dreadful.

Oh, shame. Myers has got
another one down.

A very pretty one, too.

Thank you. l've got to say it's nice
to get a compliment from a man again.

Dykes been swarming around,
have they?

You could say that.

Any hassle from them,
you just give us a shout.

Thank you, sir.

Hey. Come on.
Let's get you to Dr Nicholson.

lt's not often he gets a special treat.

Mr Fenner was right.
You do have capable hands.

l'll look forward
to your next consultation.

Erm... l have to warn you that er...

attempting to corrupt a member of Her
Majesty's service is a criminal offence.

You must be so dedicated.

There's not many doctors who'd
choose to care for patients in prison.

l'm not easily flattered, Mrs Turner.

Not easily corrupted.

Not easily flattered.

How's a girl meant to get anywhere?

Oh, that rather depends
on where she wants to go.

Oh, l'd say most places.

- Mmm.
- But first l'd like a little favour.

You're got a friend of mine
down here, Darlene Cake.

Yeah.

l really, really need to see her.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

What are you doing here?

l came to pay my last respects to Al.

l promised to leave her this ring.

l never thought she'd leave first.

No.

l know that you'll miss her most,

but...she and l had
a special relationship for a time.

Yeah, l suppose.

l made her them flowers.

You know...like how people leave 'em
when someone's been run over.

What a charming thought, Tina.

Yeah.

But l'm not charming.

lt was me what give her
some of your rotten hooch. (Sniffs)

Did you, now?

l know l shouldn't have.
But now Al's dead.

Darlene's going to die the same.

Look, l admit the stuff wasn't ready to
drink, but it wouldn't have killed anyone.

Eh?

Much as l resent the fact that you stole it,
that was just crushed rhubarb

with some water, lemon and sugar.

What? So you're saying
that ain't the stuff what killed Al?

Not even if you'd drunk a barrelful.

So you mean l've been worrying all night
and...it weren't me.

Exactly.

So why don't you go and get yourself
a celebratory...cup of tea and biccies

while l say a prayer for Al?

Thanks.

(lndistinct)

You don't look too chuffed
about Fenner being back.

- You guessed right.
- Anybody who hates him's OK with me.

lt doesn't matter how many people hate
Fenner, he just stamps all over 'em.

l'd like to see him try stamping on you.

You'd beat him up, wouldn't you?
And l'd cheer you on.

Yeah, well, there's not much
chance of that. l'm leaving.

- You can't leave.
- You'd have found out sooner or later.

- But l wanted you to hear it from me.
- No.

Not now, l mean, why?

- Lots of reasons.
- What about our chats, sir?

lt's worth getting up
in the morning just for them.

- There's other people you can talk to.
- Not like this.

Not like you.

Look, l've got to go.

Here we are.

l'm sorry to have to tell you
that it's not looking very good.

Er...don't be too alarmed at all the blood.
Silly girl keeps pulling her drip out.

She's on drugs to control the seizures,

but frankly, l have to say,
l think she's given up.

What? No way, not Darlene. Surely
there's something extra you can do.

- Something you can give to her.
- Any suggestions?

Of course not, Doctor. Sorry.
l'm just so worried about her.

Oh. Cake. Cake!
l've got your friend here to see you.

l don't have no friend in this place.

Darlene, it's me.

Me? Who that?

- Tanya.
- (Sighs)

What you come here for? Me ill.

Oh, she's feverish.

Would it be all right to stay for a while?
Just to comfort her.

Five minutes.

- Darlene, wake up.
- What you want?

You not vex me enough already?
Leave me be. Let me die, man.

You've got to be back
on your feet for Rick tomorrow,

otherwise he's going to pop
a bit more of your brother in the post.

You listen to me, sister. l tell you already.
That toe no' belong to me brother.

Oh, Darlene, please,
get hold of a Walkman and listen.

Terence is going to die.

Well, well, well, Buxton. Remember me?

Ah, Mr Fenner.

l heard they brought you back here.
Much grief to Miss Myers.

lt's her fault she set me up.

- All innocent, are we?
- That's right.

Well, you don't look too innocent
from where l'm standing.

l'm not guilty, Mr Fenner.
l'm going to appeal.

Even all the girls in here believe me now.

You know how difficult it is trying to
convince everyone you're not a nonce?

l think you could
convince me of anything.

lf l could, l'd convince you
that Myers is a lying bitch.

Oh. That's not a very nice thing
to say about your wing governor.

She's shafted you, too, hasn't she?

That obvious, is it?

lt can't be easy walking around
with an ''X'' on your back.

Yeah, well, there's plenty other bitches
round here l could blame for that.

That one doesn't miss a chance
to wind everyone up.

Well, maybe you can persuade her
to keep her trap shut.

Maybe, but l never give
something for nothing.

Oh, l think we can come
to some arrangement.

- l found this. You see anyone drop it?
- No.

You seen anyone
acting suspiciously, Jim?

- Only half the bloody wing.
- What do you make of this?

''This isn't a virus. We are being
poisoned. Check Turner's hamper.''

Chuck it in the bin.

The guv said to alert her
to anything unusual.

What, Tanya Turner's
killing the cons off one by one? Please.

- l wouldn't put anything past that tart.
- Steady, Di. She's ill herself.

l've just taken her down to see Malcolm.

Yeah, so we noticed. l don't know
why you're leaping to her defence.

- l'll let the guv make up her own mind.
- Good idea, Paula.

lt's about time Miss l'm A Celebrity, Get
Me Out Of Here was smeared with shit.

Yeah, l suppose any shit's good shit
that lands on Myers's desk.

- Just take it.
- lt's easy for you.

- You're not playing the angel of death.
- You're the one with the opportunity.

When Myers pops her clogs,
that's what everyone'll say.

l have given you a cast-iron alibi,
as directed.

Look, all you've got to do is serve
the bloody beverage, Bev.

Ladies, l just wanted
to wish you all the best.

And remember,
l want her cold by morning.

You don't expect me
to take this seriously?

Not if you're sure it's just a joke.

lt's probably just one of the women
stirring out of jealousy.

- lt could be Buxton playing games.
- Frances.

l'm sorry, but l believe in following up
every lead, just in case.

Christ. What have l done to deserve this?

(Door is unlocked)

What the bloody hell's going on?

- We're confiscating your hamper.
- My hamper, why?

- Miss Myers's orders.
- You've helped yourself enough.

lf you've got a complaint,
you have to take it to Miss Myers.

You bastards.

'(Gasping)

'No! Please!

'Please don't! Darlene, make him stop!

'Tell him! Please!

'Don't, please! No!'

l hope this is a hoax
they've been poisoned.

The killer bug's
the best bloody bet for my career.

You found something?

- Could be, ma'am.
- What?

Sir, erm...tea?

- Coffee?
- Thank you.

Biscuit?

There are signs it's been spiked.

- Has this got something to do with you?
- No.

Then go.

- What signs?
- Needle perforations in the packaging.

So what if Hedges is leaving?

The less screws round here the better,
as far as l'm concerned.

Not when it's a half-decent one
that's going,

leaving us with the likes of Fenner.

Ladies.

Sorry. Didn't mean to startle you.

Those knives could do with
a bit of a sharpen, Ju.

Yeah. Them big ones
look well sharp enough, Ju.

l'm trying to call it quits here.

Do us a favour, Fenner. We ain't never
gonna forget what you done.

Look, l didn't murder Yvonne.

But it's bloody hard to prove
something you didn't do.

Ask Natalie Buxton. You were wrong
about her and you're wrong about me.

You ain't Natalie, though, are you?

You're a lying bastard
and you always was.

We know you wanted
Vonne out the way.

As far as Atkins was concerned,
l'd have been happy

for her to leg it and leave me in peace.

The truth is she scared
the shit out of me.

You don't have to believe me.
l doubt l would if l was in your shoes.

Atkins had a lot of contacts. l'd have
been a fool to take her on. She knew it.

- How did she end up dead?
- We don't believe it was an accident.

- Well, me neither.
- What are you saying, Fenner?

Well, it's too late to prove anything now,
but if you're looking for a motive,

it wasn't me who was
messing around with her.

Who are you accusing
of messing around?

Maybe it was someone who couldn't
cope when she gave them the shove.

- Are you saying it was Hedges?
- No way.

Vonne was playing
around with Hedges.

Yeah, so? Come on, Ju,
don't mean to say he offed her.

lt don't mean he didn't neither
and he's going to do a runner.

You've gotta remember
what Vonne forgot.

A screw is a screw is a lying bastard.

No exceptions.

(Vomiting)

Hello?

- You all right in there?
- (Myers) Yeah.

(Toilet flushes)

Oh, don't say you've been struck down
by this virus as well, have you?

No. lt's not a bloody virus.

Oh. What is it, then?

Deadly spores from an alien spaceship.

We never had anything like this kind
of hassle when l was running G Wing.

And Neil still sacked you.
What a vote of confidence.

Neil sacked me because l couldn't give
him and his boyfriend a baby.

- All right?
- Yeah, right, Di.

(Vomits)

Oh, you do sound really awful.

And just when you thought
you'd got it under control.

- Mission accomplished?
- All bloody done and delivered.

- Satisfied?
- To see the end of Myers?

l think we'll all be ecstatic.

We've kept our side of the deal.
Quid pro quo, Natalie.

Your secret will be safely buried
as soon as Myers is.

- lt's as good as done.
- Then you're as good as safe.

Oh, and don't even think
about a double-cross.

Nothing will lead back to me.

Call me a liar and a thief, but that one
is a 24-carat, cold-hearted criminal.

Well, don't spare any pity for Myers.
The merciless way she humiliated me,

l hope she's writhing on the lavatory
when she croaks it.

Mm.

Dr Nicholson, this is a surprise.

Don't worry.

No one's going to interrupt
the doctor and his patient.

l just erm...

l just thought l'd let
you know your little...

your little friend Darlene Cake
is going to pull through.

- Really?
- Mmm.

ln fact, she'll probably
be back with you tomorrow.

Oh, thank Christ. This is fantastic news.

l just erm... l just thought
you might want to thank me.

Oh, but l do thank you, Doctor.

But l'm sure you've got lots of patients
waiting for you to do your magic.

lt's rare to have a patient of your type,
waiting for me.

And what type's that, Doctor?

Pretty, sexy, intelligent.

That's right. Far too intelligent to let a fat
little pervert like you paw me to death.

How dare you!

l'll have you sent down the block for this.

lf you don't scram, l'm gonna slap
an attempted rape charge on you.

No one will believe
the word of a junkie con.

l'll pay half a dozen women to say
you've done it to them.

l wouldn't be surprised
if you had. Now, do one.

Go on. Piss off!

Here he is. l'm gonna ask him.

What's the point?
He ain't going to 'fess up to us.

l know him better than you do. Sir, sir!
Will you tell me something straight?

Are you leaving cos you want to,
or cos you got the boot?

- What's it matter to you?
- Just interested.

Why, don't you want to tell me?

l haven't told
the other officers l'm going yet.

What's the big secret,
cos we know you're hiding something?

We'll find out what it is. We always do.

- Just leave it, yeah?
- l can't.

l know you're running away
from something you done.

Something that made you
want to top yourself.

- Maybe you shouldn't have stopped me.
- You'd better listen to me.

There's a nasty rumour going round

that maybe we blamed the wrong screw
for what happened to Vonne.

Fenner start it, did he?

Flashing his tackle
must have won him a real fan club.

Rick, it's all sorted. Just come in,
like we said. She'll be there.

- 'Excellent news.'
- So you lay off her brother, all right?

Rick? You shitting bastard.

OK. Yeah, thanks for that.

(Hangs up phone)

Erm...l've just been faxed the preliminary
postmortem report on Alison McKenzie.

- The cause of death wasn't viral.
- Oh, shit.

We'll know more tomorrow
when the final test results come back,

but it's got to be the hamper,
meaning it's murder.

Well, if it is, at least
l'm not another victim.

- What?
- l've got to go home.

l would rather throw up
in my own bathroom.

Oh, Christ, Frances. Not you, too.

Whatever l've got is nothing
to do with that bloody hamper.

So the jury's out till tomorrow.

So she could be
head down the pan as we speak.

lt'll take a chainsaw to see her off.

Oh, fingers crossed and let's hope
Grayling gets the next dose.

l want you to finish him, Jim.
That's my idea of justice.

You know, l'm a lucky man, Di.

Having you beside me.

lt's me that's lucky
to have got this close.

l know l'm not good enough to keep you.

Don't be daft.

The last thing l want is
another divorce certificate

and l've seen what you're like around
the likes of Tanya Turner.

Oh, come on.
You've got no worries there, love.

A woman like that,
she's not wife material.

Don't tell me you don't fancy her.

Well, sure. l like a nice bit of cleavage.

What normal man doesn't.

Listen, there's no way l'd give up
what l've got with you, Di.

You're my everything.

Do you promise me, Jim?

Of course.

Everything?

Promise you.

l hear you've been spreading lies
about me, Fenner.

Don't act dumb.
You know what l'm talking about.

Listen, matey.

- l've propped you up for long enough.
- Come on, Jim. Don't let him get to you.

Yeah. Why don't you run off and buy
your mate Myers a bag of grapes?

(Buzzing)

After you've finished
running after sick cons.

(Vomiting)

(Mobile rings)

- Hello?
- 'How about we meet down the bar?'

Rick, l can't. l'm working late.

- All night?
- 'Things are pretty full-on right now.'

All right. Tomorrow night, then.

(Sighs) As soon as l can,
l'll give you a call.

Don't keep me waiting too long, my girl.

(Grayling) 'Frances, we've had
the postmortem results.

'McKenzie died of oxalic poisoning.

'Forensics have come
back to me on Turner's hamper.'

lt was contaminated...with oxalic acid.

'Basically, they're telling us
it comes from a natural source

'and the only source that's toxic
is...rhubarb leaves.'

- Rhubarb?
- Frances, you sound terrible.

l feel bloody terrible,

but if l've been poisoned it's got nothing
to do with Turner's hamper. l told you.

lt's down to the police
what the hell to make of it all now.

- Jesus.
- Have you seen a doctor yet?

Bad news, l'm afraid, about what
we now know to be the cause

of the outbreak of sickness on this wing

and of one inmate's tragic death.

You'll guess by my taking this meeting
who's the latest victim.

- Oh, God.
- You don't mean the guv?

- Yeah.
- l knew she was really bad.

Sounds coming from her in the loo was
like something you hear in a hospice.

Well, how bad are you saying she is?

Tull, go.

The police are arriving in a few minutes.

l was hoping to keep a lid on this
until they're ready to make an arrest.

What did you take that blood for?

l told you already.
l never felt better in me life.

l want to leave this place, man...now.

You're trying to tell me this body not fit?

Take her back down the wing.

l can't understand a bloody word
she says anyway.

Buxton, roll your sleeve up.
l need a blood sample.

- Why?
- For the lab.

- All sick women are being tested.
- ls it compulsory?

lt appears the police are now
embarked upon a murder enquiry.

So what we've all had isn't a virus?

That's right. Still, l'm not surprised
to find foul play in a place like this.

So you think it's one of us
that wants to kill our own mates?

lt's not about you lot any more.
Your wing governor's been laid out now.

Miss Myers?

Seems you're one of the lucky ones.

Julie.

You want to know
the truth why l'm going?

- l've been sacked by Myers.
- Eh? What for?

You're the best screw in this place.
The bleeding cow.

No, she's not.

l'm a smack-head. l tried to fix
my piss test to prove l wasn't.

You're joking me?

- You, a smack-head?
- l'm off it now for good.

But...after what happened with Yvonne,
l was using big time.

l just couldn't cope with it.

- You really loved her, didn't you?
- There's no way l'd have hurt her.

l just wish l'd done better by her.

As if l didn't know that.

- l'm going to miss you so much.
- Julie, this is between us, yeah?

You don't have to ask.

News update.

- Myers is no longer with us.
- Bev!

Come on. This is a moment to savour.

You're absolutely certain?

l haven't seen the death certificate, but l
know what it's going to say re: cause of.

Read the tombstone.
''Here lies Frances Myers,

''tragically knocked down in her youth
by a bunch of rhubarb.''

lt's too, too sad.

Let's just hope that psychopath Buxton
doesn't drop us a deadly dose next.

Oh, no. she's far cleverer than that.
She's become the latest victim.

No!

Nothing more serious than was required
to book a bed in the sick bay.

Where better to lie low
if the heat turns up?

lt's turned up.

Bloody Governor Graything
said he knows what's what.

So soon they'll be onto whodunit.

Time we beefed up our own alibis.

How?

Start shovelling the shit in that hamper.

Bev's got the latest news off the screws
which shouldn't be taken on trust, but...

- What?
- What?

Well, they're saying they've got proof it's
not a killer virus doing the rounds here,

but a poisoned hamper.

l'll never, ever forgive meself
for what them do to me brother.

You've got to pull yourself together.
Rick'll be here soon.

Me not understand.
What you do this for?

- You're my ticket out of here.
- Me? Your ticket? How you mean?

You stole a bag from the Yardies.

Rick wants it back and he's using me
to find out where you hid it.

And l'm using him to get my life back.

Even if l tell him, how me know
if they're gonna let me brother live?

- l promise.
- Promise?

White bitch promise no' mean shit.

Well, this is one bitch you are going
to have to trust. Now, where is it?

Why you want me to tell you, sister?

Darlene,
Rick is a double-crossing bastard.

lf you don't do what l say, we're all going
to suffer, you, me and your brother.

Oh, Jesus, where is it?

Left luggage.

- Park Manor, by the station.
- ls there a locker number, combination?

Get all the details right
for when you see Rick.

Locker 123.

- Easy to remember.
- And the combination?

Me favourite tune...in order.

Three.

Eleven.

Seven.

Eight.

l'll get this straight to the lab

and we'll confirm as to
whether this is oxalic poisoning.

- But l'm OK?
- Yeah. Take small sips of water.

What l want to know is how
l came to eat rhubarb leaves.

Just play it like you is
my most favourite girl in all the world.

You're nothin' to me. Just a sick bastard.

Ah, then you understand me, Darlene.

Now, if you want to get your brother
Terence walking, you'd best get wise

and get talking.

Here's the combination.

Left luggage at Manor Park,
by the station.

Locker 123.

Good girl, Darlene.

(Draws knife)

Just a little lesson...sister.

Nobody steals nothing from me. See?

Let me out of this shit hole!

This Yardie bitch stinks.

All right, that's enough of that, sir.
Come on. Out of here.

Watch your back!
You won't get away with this!

- What's going on?
- Never ate nothing out of that hamper!

- What?
- (All shout at once)

l want to make an urgent phone call.

You ain't nothing but a murderer!

Christ alive.
Are you telling me that's a corpse?

(Women) Murderer!

Ma'am, didn't expect to see you in today.

- Feeling better, then?
- Yeah, much better, thanks.

We're done for.

The combination is 3-1-1-7-8.

- Tanya Turner?
- Yes.

l am arresting you
on suspicion of murder.

You do not have to say anything,
but it may harm your defence

if you do not mention, when questioned,
something you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say
may be given in evidence...

(Groaning)

Just when things go good for me again,
you become the prime suspect

as the G Wing poisoner.

l want to see my lawyer
and l want to see him now!

Don't try and trick me.

- He did that to you.
- l walked into a door.

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