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JIM: Right. We've got a new arrival,
Pat Kerrigan. Obviously one to watch.

For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer.

Your precious nun's a sadist and a child abuser.

Her and that bastard priest Father Kelly
that ran the place.

-What the hell is that, Parmar?
-It's my chador, sir.

It's my right to wear it as a Muslim.

I'm not having you running around in here
freaking everyone out.

Now, get it off!

(ALL GASPING)

You've got to go and see someone, a professional.
Either you make the appointment or I will.

-Vasectomy?
-Yeah, that's the one.

-Well, I've got two kids. Don't need any more.
-Wasn't Di keen to start a family?

Well, maybe, but I'm not.

Just a little prick.

It feels like 1 00 bloody years
since we've slept together.

Yeah, I know.

-This is definitely the last session though, isn't it?
-It should be, yeah.

As long as the counsellor's happy with everything.

And there's no reason
why he shouldn't be, is there?

No, no. I reckon he's done a pretty thorough job.

And then we'll soon have you back
onto it then, won't we?

What's going on?

There's a couple of things I need to go over,
so I'll be holding the briefing.

-It's nice to be told.
-I'm telling you now.

Okay, a quick staffing note.

As we're two down for a while,
I've drafted in the seventh cavalry

in the form of Kevin Spiers from D-Wing.

-Jim.
-Kevin. Good to have you on board.

Hope you know what you've let yourself in for.

Arun Parmar.

The hormone treatment prescribed by the locum

appears to have kicked in
sufficiently for her to be returned to the wing.

Although that treatment will be ongoing.

Now, as there are no other cells available,
she'll be returned to the four-bed this morning.

I'm sorry, but as wing governor,
I object in the strongest possible terms.

Arun Parmar's a man. It'll cause havoc.

Do you really want a riot on your hands
so soon after the last bungle?

There are a number of precedents
for male to female transsexuals

carrying out their sentences in female prisons.
I don't see this as a problem.

I think a few of the women might, sir.

Don't you think it'd be best
if she stayed on seg for now?

-Okay. Anyone else have any concerns over this?
-Yeah. I think I can speak on behalf of Sylvia.

Oh, I imagine you can.

For all intents and purposes, Arun is a woman.

I mean, you certainly wouldn't guess
she was a fellow just by looking at her.

-She's more feminine than a lot in here.
-If you can get past the beard.

She wouldn't last two minutes in a man's prison.

Yeah, so it's up to all of you
to keep a watchful eye out for her in here.

Finally, Patricia Kerrigan.

I'd like her in for her adjudication
this morning, please.

I assume we'll be hitting her
with everything we've got?

Full procedure will be followed.

All right, everybody. Unlock. Come on.

Come on. Chop-chop.

See you this morning
for your adjudication, Kerrigan.

Look forward to it.

All right, come on.

-Why am I going back?
-Governor's orders.

Shift.

You can count yourself lucky
Nicholson's away at the moment.

You wouldn't have got near
a hormone pill otherwise.

I need them. They're my medication.

If I had my way, grizzly,

you'd be waiting on a sweatbox
to take you to a men's prison where you belong.

You'd have quite liked to have had your way
not so long ago, wouldn't you?

Yeah. And the thought of it
makes me want to puke.

But that's nothing to the way
the rest of the wing are feeling.

Especially your mate Janine Nebeski.
Boy, has she got it in for you.

You should hear some of the things
she's been saying.

I'm not going back. You can't make me.

If you go in there crying like a girl,
they'll have you for breakfast, which is fine by me.

But if you want to give yourself half a chance,
you'll have to face it...

like a man.

Hi, Rosemary.

-Oi, look at this.
-What are they doing bringing that back in here?

(ALL CLAMOURING)

We don't want you in here!

Shut it, the lot of you!

You lying perv bastard!

Bad enough I'm only in here
because of you in the first place!

You can't make us live with that!
He's nothing but a pervert.

They can't let him, I mean her, come back,
can they?

Quiet! Off to work. Go on.

This is abusing our human rights!

You're gonna die! You hear me?

Come on.

It's worse than I thought.

Please, I'm begging you,
you can't leave me in here!

I'm just carrying out orders, mate.

Now, if I were you, before they get back,

I'd work out ways how to make friends
and be popular. Go on.

Now that the facts of the charges against you
have been proven,

you have the opportunity
to make a plea of mitigation.

I did what needed doing.
If I had to do it again, I would. No problem.

-I'm only sorry the evil old bitch is still alive.
-Violence is not tolerated in this prison.

It's something that we come down on very hard.
Do you understand that?

Yeah, sure. I still say I did the right thing.

Weren't you listening
to what that bastard priest said?

Determined to come it with the attitude,
aren't you?

Have you been listening to a word we've said?

What that woman did was a big sod-off wrong
that needed to be put right.

She messed up a lot of kids for life.

Some of them never saw 1 8 because of her.
So I'm proud of what I did.

You took an unarmed woman hostage, a nun,
and endangered lives.

So what's your point?

You'll find out what my point is soon enough,
don't you worry.

I suggest we impose the fullest penalty possible.

In this instance, we're going to issue you
with a caution and stoppage of earnings

for 1 4 days in accordance with Rule 55.

Maybe we could adjourn
to discuss the severity of that?

Now, it goes without saying
that we expect you to behave yourself

to the letter of prison law, Kerrigan.

-Whatever.
-That'll be all.

Get yourself ready.
You'll be going onto the wing later this morning.

I can't wait.

What the shitting hell are you playing at?

Well, as governing Governor, I am entitled to hand
down whatever punishment I deem appropriate.

Enjoyed leaving a footprint on my head, though,
didn't you?

You'd already made your mind up to let her off
with a slap on the wrist, hadn't you?

I don't have to answer to you.

First, you undermine me by humiliating me
in front of my officers this morning.

Then in front of a con.

Well, just keep it up, Grayling.
See where it gets you.

-Right. I'm off to say goodbye to my counsellor.
-Good luck.

Well, why don't I come with you?
Maybe we could get some lunch afterwards.

-Let's just, um, celebrate tonight, okay?
-All right.

Vicky.

-Couldn't cover for me, could you?
-Sure.

Right, so you want the first shot
at the she-man, then?

-Too frigging right, I do.
-And me.

I want a piece of that.
I've been violated as well, you know.

Sharing a cell.

He's had plenty of time
to take a good look at what I've got.

Oi.

-Wait.
-Why?

Just wait until the babysitters lose interest.
And then we'll all get our go.

But that is our cell.
They can't stop us from going in there.

It'll take no time to beat the shit out of that.

-Yeah.
-No.

We're gonna do this my way.

Cheers, mate.

Yeah, well, thanks, I appreciate it.

-No problem.
-Cheers.

What's going on?

So, come on, tell me.

I want a sodding answer!
What the hell are you doing in a urology clinic?

-You don't want to know.
-Yes, I bloody do!

-Are you sure?
-You told me you were going to see a head doctor.

Look, the reason I'm here is to talk about
the results of a...sperm test.

-Sperm? What are you talking about?
-I'm infertile, Di.

No, that's impossible.

You've had two kids with Marilyn.

And what about the one
that we're going to have on our own?

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry, Di.

I prayed that it wouldn't turn out like this, but...

It's black and white.

My sperm count's practically zero.

(WOMEN CHEERING)

Nice one, Pat.
You deserve a medal, what you done.

That's right. Good on you, girl.

We've got her sorted good and proper wicked, eh?

JANINE: Ew, look! The freak is back.

Yeah, get her out of here!

(CHANTING) Freak! Freak! Freak! Freak!

Go on.

-Come with me.
-You all right there, Arun?

It's all right, miss, I can take it from here.

Go.

Look, I'm sorry about earlier.
It's nice to have you back.

There might be some ignorant dipshits
around here, but we're not all like that.

I'm definitely not. And as you know,
that counts for quite a lot in here.

Here, Tine, make her a dinner.

-So, come on, how was it down the block?
-Yeah, it was okay.

Bet Fenner got his dig in, though, eh?

-I hate him.
-Thought as much.

You know, he's always been a bit pervy,
but he's never really been into freaks.

Nice, close shave you got yourself there.
Still light a match on it, though.

As far as I'm concerned,

if you're born with something dangling
between your legs, then God made you a man.

Don't, Darlene.

-What's she ever done to you?
-She is not a ''she'', she is a ''shim''.

-Please, I just want to go back to my cell.
-You're not going nowhere.

They're taking the absolute piss,
sending you back here.

We don't want to share this wing with a bloke.
And they can't make us.

-So, come on, eat up.
-Leave her alone.

I reckon it's no one's business but her own.

What are you chatting about? She is a he.

-What do you see yourself as?
-A woman, just born in the wrong body.

-Well, that's good enough for me.
-Why, into mutants, are we?

-Fill up another plate for her.
-Yeah. Of course.

Oi.

Mr Grayling,

until you sling her sick, hairy arse out of here,
then none of us are going to work.

Yeah, that's right. It's not natural.

-This ain't fair, is it? She ain't hurt no one.
-Exactly.

He's a bloke, Ju. He don't belong here.

Okay. Who agrees with this?

Ju, don't.

I told you it was non-stop fun and games
with this lot.

NEIL: Right!

Anyone with their hands up...

is on cellular confinement till further notice.

-What?
-See, I bleeding told you.

-What have we done wrong?
-You chi-chi man.

If you're gonna send anyone
down the block, send him.

Right, I mean, sir, it's not fair!

No.

-That is so unfair.
-It's that chi-chi man, man.

-But why?
-Come on. Sorry. Come on.

Oi.

You're not getting away with this!
You can lock us up for as long as you want

but it's not going to make
the slightest bit of difference.

I'm going to the papers! Do you hear me?

I had no choice.

This place goes up too easily as it is.
It can't stand a baying mob.

-How about if I have a talk with them?
-I can't risk unlocking them straightaway.

No, not all of them. Just say, one from each floor?

And the three that share with Parmar.
It gives us a chance to calm it all down.

It's pretty clear to me
they had some genuine concerns.

It was more than just a knee-jerk reaction, I think.
Maybe they need hearing out.

-Well, I can imagine what they'll say.
-Better out than in.

WOMEN: (CHANTING) Freak out! Freak out!

This is shit, man. A whole heap of shit.

We all get lock up in here
and that man-bitch walk free.

We all could have been raped
staying in here with him.

I lent her tampons, loads of times.

-I mean, what is that all about?
-That thing come near me, I swear, I kill it!

(DOOR OPENING)

-Ladies, got a problem?
-A big problem.

I'm here to listen.

They're going to hate me even more now.

There's quite a lot of people here
who's gonna thank you for anything

that gets that vicious cow Buxton locked up.

We ain't got a problem with it, have we, Ju?

Have we, Ju?

Look, no offence or nothing,
but it don't matter you've had the operation,

you've still spent most of your life as a bloke,
didn't you?

And there's a lot of people in here
who've had their lives messed up by men.

I ain't saying I don't like you for it or nothing.
It's just, you've been a man.

You thought like a man,
you've been treated like a man.

How can you possibly really know
what it's like to be a woman, hm?

And I reckon
you should have said something before and all.

Might have prevented all this.

Sunny all the time on the planet you live on, is it?

It's not an easy thing to admit.

I mean, you're scared of upsetting the people
you care about, offending those that you don't.

Thanks for standing up for me.

Thought Buxton looked scared for a minute.
That'll be a first.

Yeah, you could say that again.

Listen, if you do fancy a proper makeover, Arun,
we'll be happy to do you one.

We run this little salon up on G-2.
It ain't much, but we love it.

-We'll be happy, wouldn't we, Ju?
-Yeah, yeah, of course.

-Telling me you're a couple of Sweeney Todds?
-Not quite.

Theft and soliciting got us banged up first time.

-Multiple offenders? You two?
-Yeah. Good reason, though.

We singed the bollocks off of Ju's daughter's pimp
with boiling water.

Anyway, it was Governor Grayling's idea, the salon.

I mean, it's not Vidal Sassoon's, or nothing.

You reckon he's all right then, Grayling?

He's still a screw at the end of the day, though,
isn't he?

Take him over Fenner though.

I'll take a red-hot bleeding poker
over Fenner any day. Anyone here would.

He murdered one of our friends. Got away with it.
Everyone knew he'd done it, though.

-Murdered?
-Yeah.

Yvonne, her name was. Yvonne Atkins.

-Listen, we need someone like you.
-Let's get one thing straight right now.

I'm here to do what I gotta do,
keep my head down and get out again.

Look, when me and Marilyn started trying
to have kids, we had a hell of a job.

I know how important children are to you.
It's playing on my mind.

So the counsellor told me to get it checked out.

-I just can't believe it.
-I know.

Di, I really wanted to have kids with you.

-I feel like I've let you down.
-It's not about me.

This is about us and we will have kids.

We'll do the next best thing. We'll adopt.

We deserve a family, Jim,
and we are gonna have one.

Di, we don't wanna go
bringing up someone else's kid.

No, but it won't be somebody else's
once we adopt.

It'll be ours.

-But they'd never let us adopt.
-Why not?

Well, I'm too old, for a start.
We smoke. We both drink.

Well, then, we both quit. And you're not too old.

Look, believe me, Di, they'd never let us
within 1 00 miles of one of their kids.

-They find out everything about you first.
-Well, that's okay. What have we got to hide?

Look, all I want is
a normal, happy family like everyone else.

Look, they're crying out for people to adopt.
They're not as fussy as they used to be.

What have we got to lose by trying?

We'd better get back.
There's bound to be havoc on the wing.

Yeah. We both know
which bitch will be behind that.

I wonder what the papers would say.

''Gay Governor bangs up trannie bloke
in women's prison.''

That's right. There'll be outrage.

What Governor Grayling did
was head off a potential riot.

He was totally within his rights to do so.

Yeah, right. Here we go.
I knew this would be a waste of time.

There are ways of getting your protest heard.

Well, like what?
I mean, they're not going to listen to us, are they?

We are listening. We want to hear everything.
For better or worse.

-Want the truth?
-The whole truth and nothing but.

I've been to Mr Grayling personally, and I said

if this was in reverse, I, for one,
would feel uncomfortable with the situation.

It's only fair you get your say.

So, what I'm suggesting is over the next few days,
write down everything you're feeling.

If you can't write, I'll help you.

Then, when you've got the whole thing down,

I'll put the whole lot on Mr Grayling's desk.

-Whatever, man. They'll end up in a bin.
-Yeah.

-I promise.
-No, hang on.

I think it sounds like a good idea.

He's right.
If we go to the papers, no one will listen.

But we write it down, every little detail,
we've proof...

-So we've decided that's what we'll do?
-Yup.

-Yeah, okay.
-Okay. Thank you for your time, ladies.

-You think you've headed off any more trouble?
-I'd say so.

For the time being, anyway.

You have to pick the time and place
for the softly-softly approach.

But a little bit of understanding
can go a long way.

You know, I have to admit that sometimes I'm a
bit quick to look at things in pure black and white.

That's totally understandable.
I'd do the same, if I had your job.

Like you said,
you were faced with a baying mob there today.

I'll let you do the honours.
Let the rest off lockdown.

-Why is it all so quiet?
-Half of them are on lockdown.

-Nearly had a riot while you were out.
-Why? What happened?

Natalie Buxton whipped them all up over Parmar.

Jim.

I've only been gone a couple of hours.
It sounds like it's all been going on, eh?

What's been going on is the number one
making a total tit out of himself.

Locks them up for complaining
about Arun Parmar,

then leaves Parmar to run free.
Couldn't make it up.

Yeah, well, Grayling's on a one-man mission
to make a laughing stock out of this nick.

Can't be news to you.

I knew the minute we got one of his type
in as Governor we'd be screwed.

Well, hopefully, for not too much longer.

I'll be very surprised if this one doesn't
turn around and bite him on the arse.

Sooner he's out, sooner you can move up, Jim.

Right, you all know what you have to do?

If that one even looks at you funny,
then you write it down in your diaries.

-And don't hold back.
-Oh, we won't.

The sooner we get the perv scum out of here,
the better, eh?

Pathetic.

I heard she's a kiddie fiddler.

-She was trafficking girls.
-From Eastern Europe.

-Young ones.
-Always said she'd never done it.

Said her boyfriend put her up to it.

Never met a nonce who'd put their own hand up.

I can't believe you let her run this place.
What the frigging hell is wrong with you lot?

My lawyer's appealing.
And everyone in here knows I'm innocent.

Simmer down.

I'm gonna take that one on,
and when I do, I'm gonna kill her.

That is fantastic.

Thank you. Thank you very much.
No, we'll see you next week. Yeah.

-I was gonna come looking for you.
-Why?

I told you things have changed
in the adoption services.

What are you talking about?

I have got us an appointment
with an adoption agency for next week.

And they sound really positive about us.

We are going to do this, Jim. I know we are.

JANINE: Day five.

Once again Arun was checking out my tits
as I was getting dressed this morning.

I know I've got a great set
but I don't want that thing getting off on 'em.

Cover us, would you, Tine?

''Me wake up in the middle of the night

''and find Arun lifting up my blanket
and having a good look.''

-That's a pile of shit and you know it.
-How you mean it's a pile of shit?

Prove it.

-Is she looking?
-I should think so.

Oi!

We all saw that.
You was looking at her having a piss.

Yeah, that's right, I wanted a really good look.

Pervert! Come here!

Eh!

That, uh, ain't exactly what happened now, is it?

You saw, Tine. She tore down that towel
so she could cop a load.

Save your breath, Tine.
It won't make any difference.

They'll only be happy
when I'm put in a men's prison and I'm raped.

Ready when you are, okay?

Good morning, ladies. Everything okay?

Things settled down, have they?

You should have let them kick the shit out of me
and get it out of their system.

-It would have been much better.
-What's the problem?

-These diaries. They're making my life hell!
-You'll thank me for it in the end.

I'll collect them all up later today.

-Wonder what sort we'll get?
-We're talking about a kid, not a new car.

Oh, you know what I mean!

I know there are more kids from ethnic
backgrounds up for adoption than white ones

but I'm just not fussed, to tell you the truth.

-Well, best not to get our hopes up too much, eh?
-I'd even take an older kid.

I mean, there are plenty of teenagers
looking for homes.

-What? To trash?
-Don't be so bloody cynical.

-Hi, there. Bob Webster. Nice to meet you.
-Di and Jim Fenner.

Right, would you like to come through?
We'll get started.

I give you my word
they'll get to Governor Grayling.

I want to give it to him myself. To be sure.

Darlene, it'll get there, don't worry.
Just give it to him.

I only hope you've been fair
in what you've written.

I trust I'm not holding a load of lies and bile here.

All we've done is what you said.
And that's wrote down everything that happened

from exposing herself in the showers

to peeking at people
when they're trying to take a piss.

Why are you doing this?

I've done nothing to any of you
and you all want to see me dead.

Hey, calm down.
That's the whole point of this exercise.

To get rid of the rumours and the tittle-tattle
and get to the truth.

Now, families.
Have either of you been married before?

Yeah, I have.

-Children?
-Two.

And is there regular contact?

Well, hardly any, I'm afraid.
I just don't seem to be able to find the time.

Working patterns.
Now, you're both prison officers?

-I take it you work shifts?
-Yes, but we're very flexible.

Well, in an ideal world.

I work pretty much a 24-hour call, so...
Especially since I've been made Wing Governor.

-Yeah, but we can always work round that.
-I see.

-I imagine it's quite stressful work.
-Yeah. Very.

We look after some of the most dangerous women
in the country.

And in all honesty I have to admit that, well,

it has got to me,
I had to take several weeks off once.

Yeah, but he's fine now.

Now, I presume it's not going
to prevent me from adopting, yeah?

Environment.

-You own your home?
-Yeah.

You would need to prove to us
that you can provide a child

with a safe and caring environment.

That wouldn't be a problem, would it, Jim?

No. I wouldn't have thought so.

Although, there is one thing
I think I should mention.

What's that?

Well, from time to time, I've had a few run-ins
with a couple of the inmates.

It's only natural. It happens.

And on one or two occasions,

they tried to use their contacts on the outside,
as it were, to get their own back.

We had a pizza delivery come to the door once.
Turned out to be a hitman.

I mean, it's ridiculous, I know, but...

Well, just thought I should mention it.

You think these are for real?

There would have to be a sustained
and co-ordinated effort for them not to be.

Yeah, but exposing herself, groping her cellmates,
threatening to sexually assault them?

These are what you need, sir,
to get her out of here.

Better she's someone else's problem.

Maybe we could get her into
another women's prison. Keep a lid on it.

Yes, and how long before it leaks out again?
There are no secrets in the Prison Service.

If it doesn't come from the cons,
it'll come from the screws.

(GRUNTS ANGRILY)

-In law, she is a man.
-I don't see you have a choice, sir.

Right. I'll see you soon. That's all.

Goodbye.

-I can't believe you did that.
-I told him the truth.

We're talking about a kid's wellbeing here.
They need to know everything about you.

That is not what this was about.
Don't give me that shit!

Well, was there anything I said that wasn't true?
Well, was there?

Well, you didn't have to do it like that!

You made us sound like
a couple of violent alcoholics.

Hang on. What about all the things I didn't say?

If I'd wanted to put the kibosh on things,
it wouldn't have been difficult.

Oh, that's right.
You forgot to mention you were a murderer.

I'm sorry, but the situation
really leaves me no choice.

I'm having you transferred to a male prison.

What situation?

Your presence here
is causing a great deal of instability

and legally, whether I agree or not,
you are still a man.

You can't do this. Please don't.
You might as well have me killed.

I'm sorry.

You'll be notified in due course
where you'll be going and when.

Excuse me.

I'm looking for Rosemary French from G-Wing.

-I've heard she's had her baby.
-That's right.

Can I see it?

-Don't normally allow it, to tell you the truth.
-Well, just for a minute.

-I said I'd go and see her. She's all on her own.
-Maybe I can check for you.

She's in the N-1 . She's expecting a visit
from her husband, though, later.

-Her husband?
-Yes.

Maybe we should leave them to it for a bit, eh?

(BABY CRYING)

Hey. Hey, hey, hey.

Okay.

-That's okay.
-I had to get a new blanket.

-He was crying. I hope you don't mind.
-No.

I mean, that's no problem.

-What's his name?
-Dylan.

That's a lovely name.

-How old is he?
-Nine months.

-He's beautiful.
-Yeah.

I'm trying to make the most of him.
I'm gonna lose him.

Nine months.

You'll be going back on the wing.

Last prison I was in, you could stay
on the MBU till they were 1 8 months.

I don't know who makes the rules,
but I bet it's a shagging bloke.

What's Dylan done
to deserve not having his mum?

You will get to see him, though, won't you?

No. He's going into care.

Just like his older sister.

She's five and she doesn't know me from anyone.
Dylan will be the same.

By the time I'm out, they'll have been moved
from here to there and back again.

I didn't realise.

Not much of a start to life, is it?

It's ironic, really,

that I should come here and see someone
and find little Dylan crying.

How do you mean?

Me and my husband,
he's the Wing Governor on G-Wing,

we've been trying for kids of our own.

We've just found out we can't have any.

Right. Sorry.

And he's been told he's too old to adopt as well.

So what are you gonna do?

Nothing you can do, is there?

It must be terrible,
wanting them and not being able.

I suppose it makes you want them all the more.

-Oh, here it comes.
-Yeah, congratulations, all right?

You got what you wanted.
They're sending me to a men's prison.

-Good.
-Oh, it's a shame. It's been nice knowing you.

Leave her alone.

-Or what?
-You'll find out.

I think it's about time me and you
got one or two things straightened out.

See this? This is my wing.

And no one tells me to do anything,
and if they try, they get hurt.

Oi.

Let's do it, then.

If you really fancy yourself,
let's see what you've got, in the gym later.

-Piss off.
-Oh, well, you all heard it.

All gob, no bottle.

-What're you doing?
-This is how you make a rope, isn't it?

-Oh, come on, leave it out.
-No, it's better this way.

I'd rather do it myself and then it will be over.

-I just can't stand being scared anymore!
-Now you're just talking bollocks.

Just go away. Just leave me alone.

That evil bitch was right.

-My life's just been one big sick mistake.
-No.

Oh, you can believe that if you want to.

Oi, Buxton. You're on.

Oh, good. So you have got some bottle, then?

Your legs won't work by the time I'm finished
with you, but as long as you know that first.

-Winner takes all.
-Well, that will be me and I'll take want I want.

If I win, Arun stays!

And you lot go to Grayling

and tell him every word you wrote
in them diaries was shit.

You can make a wish list as long as you want.

It's not going to make
the slightest bit of difference.

And I want all of you who've been keeping diaries
there to witness.

Right. You two, you can referee.
Make sure it's a nice, clean fight.

Do you reckon I should tell her I'm a black belt
or just let her find out for herself?

God, I'm going to enjoy this.

-I don't know what to say.
-Me, neither.

Right.

So.

Come on, then. Take the first shot.

Be my guest.

Piece of piss.

Come on. Get up!

Well, let her get up, then.

-Hit her down, man.
-Go on, Natalie!

We'd treat him like he was one of our own.

I know it sounds corny,
but me and Jim have got a lot to offer as parents.

-Foster parents. A lot of love.
-Just it's a bit sudden.

I know it is.

And it's important that you take all the time
that you need to think.

But what's the alternative? Care.

Or some foster home you've no idea about.

But if we take him,

we'll bring him in here every day.

We'll use this place as a crèche, more or less.

You'd get to see him all the time.

Yeah, I would, wouldn't I?

There was another thing.

-You said you were in a council house before?
-Yeah, I lost it now though, 'cause I'm in here.

-So, where will you go when you're released?
-I don't know.

Social Services will never let you have Dylan
unless you've got somewhere.

If we take him,

at least you know he's being well looked after
while you get back on your feet.

You have a chance to be a proper mum to Dylan.

He'll know you.

But of course,
you've got to do what you think's best.

-I just need some time to think about it.
-I know you do.

But if we are gonna do this,
we're gonna have to move quickly.

Once Social Services get their hands on Dylan,

you'll lose him for good.

Can't watch this no more,
someone's going to get killed.

-You got to do something about it!
-It's between the two of them. Let them finish.

(ALL GASPING)

You're gonna be sorry.

I'm gonna kill your hero. Have you got that?

So if you want to say goodbye,
I suggest you do it now.

No? Okay.

Well, you're gonna be dead in a week anyway.
Catch up then, eh?

-You okay?
-Yeah, I'm fine.

-I can't believe that you did that for me.
-Well, you'll be all right now.

You're not going anywhere. You lot hear that?

-What happened to you?
-Nothing, I slipped.

You need to look where you're going.

-It is the best thing for Dylan, isn't it?
-I really think it is, yes.

Look, he'll thank you for it one day,
when you're a family.

Oh, God, I'm going to miss him.

Yeah, well, you won't have to, will you?
You'll see him every day.

-What do you want?
-To talk.

I've got nothing to say.

Look, there is no point in us being enemies.

We can hardly stay out of each other's way,
can we? It's not big enough.

So you want to be friends now?

-Why not?
-How long have you got?

Pat, I have already told you. I was set up.

-I'm not a nonce.
-Yeah, so you keep saying.

Never occur to you that the more you come it
with the hard-nut, top-dog bollocks,

the less everyone believes
you were set up by anybody?

I don't like you.

But I don't want to be fighting you
every other day, either.

So why don't you do your best to keep away?

Look, we could run this place together.
Not even Fenner could touch us.

-We'd be unstoppable.
-Jesus!

-You don't give up, ever, do you?
-No.

And when I see something I want,

then I won't stop until I get it.

Get this straight, you little bitch!

There's not one frigging angle you can try
that someone hasn't had a go at before.

I knew you were going to come at it with this
before you did.

That's how far ahead I am.

The thought of it makes me wanna puke,
even without you being a nonce.

Now, get out of here before I break
every bone in your frigging body.

I said get out!

And I want Grayling told
them diaries was a pile of shit.

-You all right?
-She's gonna die. I mean it!

I'm gonna kill her and you're gonna help me.

Hiya, um, I had a message to come down here.
Is Di Fenner about?

-What's going on?
-Jim, meet baby Dylan.

-Whose is he?
-How would you like him to be ours?

I'm gonna meet my brother Clive
and his baby just here.

There's not gonna be no baby in that pram.

There's going to be a bloody big mallet which
I'm going to smash straight over Fenner's head.

Thanks so much for this. I can't tell you
how much I appreciate what you've done for me.

I'd be doing everything in my power
to keep me sweet if I were you.

You don't want your dirty little secrets
coming out.

You've still got some of Karen's stuff,
haven't you?