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Yvonne Atkins, I'm charging you with the
murder of Virginia O 'Kane.

What are we supposed to be looking for?
I don't know. Evidence.

What sort of evidence?

That penetrant Virginia.

Kinky old sod.

I've been reading this.

Helen Stewart's sexual harassment case
against you.

How could I make this place go dark?

You know, make it a real surprise.

Well, what are you up to?

I've never seen them before.

Even on Maxie Purvis's backside.

Who says they're hers?

Fine. I'll go and check her list of
possessions, shall I? This is Danna

She must have planted them.

In your locker?

the other side. Pull the back up.

Come on. Give it up.

It's over, I kid. Is it, arseholes?

Pull,

you bastards. Pull.

Come on, Igor.

We've got you.

Later, Betts.

then you had nothing to do with O
'Kane's murder.

I didn't murder O 'Kane. It was Max's
purpose.

Oh, yesterday with Mr Fenner. The
conspiracy is as bent as a pig's dick.

Ask Miss Stewart, she knows.

Knows what? She asked me to help her.
Now the bastard.

Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm fine. Jesus.

Take Atkins down the block. Put her in
strips.

You're not listening to me.

Should have seen him. Like a bloody
Superman.

Good job, both of you.

Yeah, well, I was on my way home.

Police will need to talk to you.

They can talk to Ken.

We've all got keys.

Could have happened to any one of us.

Just happened they were mine.

Oh, my nerves are wound so tight, Hank
Marvin could play on them. Come on,

get you to the club and have a drink.

At least I won't have Atkins turning up
on my doorstep, putting me and Bobby

through hell.

Oh,

Silver, this is Barry Pierce from D
-Wing. He's going to be joining us as of

tomorrow. Oh, reinforcements at last.

I am Di.

Pleased to have you, Barry.

Cheers, Di.

Hope you know what you're letting
yourself in for, mate.

Yeah, I hear it can be a bit of a
challenge on G -Wing.

That's the understatement of the
century.

Well, I can't wait to get stuck in.

She'll be well away.

Yeah.

Just think.

Free.

God, what a gift to be in her place now.

Everything's in hand there.

Actings has been placed on governor's
report and segregated and been put on

escape list Yes, the police have been
informed so as the press office

Yeah, I appreciate that but she didn't
get over the wall

and there wouldn't have been any danger
to the public Everything's under control

I'll tell you one thing. If they're
going to be expecting me to do all this

stuff on a regular basis, they can start
paying me some danger money. You and me

both can, mate.

That's all right for ex -army guys.

They're used to all that. Oh, I might
have guessed you were a soldier.

Well, the way you wear a uniform.

All right, no. Well, I did my bit, but I
wasn't a hero.

I'll bet.

No, really.

When have you ever heard of anyone
getting a VC in the catering corps?

Right, I'm off.

If you want to lift, Di, Bob is outside
in the car.

Oh, right. Well, um, I suppose I'd
better be going. You don't have to get

Di.

I'll get you a taxi later.

Right, well, um... Looks like I'm
staying, then.

So I see.

Right.

It would be best.

Look.

I know I was wrong.

Atkins told me Helen went to her looking
for help to nail you. It's obvious now

what's been going on. Is it?

Shame it wasn't so clear when you
accused me of rape and fraud and shit

what else.

For God's sake, Jim, look at it from my
side of the desk.

I don't give a toss about the desk.

After everything there is between us.

You still believed Atkins and Stewart
over me.

Okay, I fell for it.

I am sorry.

It's finished.

No more accusations.

And you think that fixes everything, do
you?

Coming in this way today. I'm just
getting warmed up. Back to yours, do I?

No, I don't think so.

Early start tomorrow, ain't I?

Oh, yeah, right.

Oh, come on, mate. We'll be looking at
the jug.

We can get a drink there, if you can
make it.

We can race you.

Sorry.

Here.

I think I've had a bit too much in all.

Well, that's OK.

If you can't enjoy yourself, there's no
point in living.

That's what I think.

You're right.

Well, I suppose I'd better get going.

Don't want you late tomorrow for your
first day on G -Wing.

I'm all right.

I'll wait with you until your taxi
comes.

I'll be fine. It'll only be ten minutes.

Well, I wouldn't hear of it.

You'll get cold.

Or bored.

Or both.

Morning. That's what they tell me.

Name?

Neil Grayling.

Grayling. Who are you here to see, staff
or con?

Both. But you've been told to call a
prisoner's residence, not cons, haven't

you? Sorry, mate.

If your name's not on my visiting list,
you don't get to see no one.

Well, you're on my list now, mate.

I'm your new number one.

Excuse me, straight to my face.

After the blood and guts I've spilt for
this sodding place.

If that's how Betts thanks me, I've a
good mind to tell her where to shove it.

You don't know who's going to stick the
knife in next, a con or your own

governor. Too right, Soph.

Aren't we supposed to be getting a new
officer today?

Float from Devo?

He'll be here for a long... Barry,
wasn't it?

Yeah, like he didn't get his inside leg
measurement last night.

What are you talking about?

Oh, come on, Di, you had your tongue
hanging out.

Rubbish! I'm just glad we're going to be
up to strength again on the wing,

that's all.

Excuse me, is Miss Betts about at all?

Not yet. Must be dreaming up new
allegations to chuck at her staff.

Can I ask, who are you?

Neil Grayling.

I'm the new governing governor.

Oh,

Senior Officer Hollenby, sir.

We're ever so sorry, but Miss Betts is
late.

I think the most important thing to say
is that we're all in this together.

This is not so much HMP Larkhall from
now on as HMS Larkhall, and we're all on

board a sink or swim.

But this is one skipper who doesn't
intend to go down with his ship.

Are you saying Aerie's got the knives
out for us, sir?

Well, it's not unreasonable, is it, Mr
Fenner?

I mean, a couple of escapes and the odd
murder all on the same wing tend to

suggest that things are not quite right.

Well, if things are not quite right,
it's got nothing to do with us.

The wing management here is the worst
I've ever had to deal with.

And that's saying something.

Mr Grayling, Karen Betts. Sorry I'm
late.

Car trouble.

You should try riding a bike. More
reliable than cars and it keeps you in

I'll bear it in mind. Right.

Jim, how about a tour of the wing?

I'll do that. No, you get yourself
together and I'll see you at 11 o

office. Of course.

Jim, ready when you are, sir.

Look lively.

So what was going on last night then,
miss? The blackout.

I hope you don't know.

Atkins tried a runner and you two helped
her steal my keys.

Eh? Now why me?

Well, Atkins better get used to feeling
away in the dark because he's not going

to see daylight again for a long time.

And if I could prove it, neither would
you.

That Virginia's?

Yeah.

It's pure silk.

Feel. It's lovely.

I want her back, Maxie.

That ain't gonna happen, is it?

Still, you can watch vacuum's rotting
out. Once that bitch gets off the block,

I'm gonna tear her guts out through her
arse.

Yeah? And I'll friggin' help you?

It's more like it, team.

It's one of us again.

You're precious, ain't you?

Well, it was a damn silly idea in the
first place.

Well, he's gone out to do Sammy.

Sammy, otherwise she was going down,
wasn't she?

So what's she achieved?

She's painted herself into a corner
looking more guilty than ever.

If you're innocent, the last thing you
do is run.

You don't mean you think she's done it,
do you, Barbara?

Well, kill Virginia.

If one...

Who's the new Mr Q?

Dunno.

All right, girls?

Getting better all the time, sir.

You're a new face around here, aren't
you? Yeah, I'm from Deerwing.

Keep an eye on you.

All the time, sir.

Very good.

Got my juices going.

Shouldn't you Julie's have a mop in your
hands?

Oh, I'd rather have an handful of that
new Mr Pearce, mate. Oh, yeah, a bit of

all right, anyway.

Yeah? Well, Mr Pearce doesn't need to be
embarrassed by you lot. So keep your

remarks to yourselves, all right?

Now, work.

It's the women I feel sorry for. I mean,
how can we rehabilitate them if they're

stuck in their cells 24 -7 because of
the lack of office? The truth is, Jim,

we're not going to get more resources
unless we're prepared to change our

If we could tackle a long -term sickness
syndrome, we'd have 14 more officers on

the roster already.

Desperate for strong leadership, sir.

You'll find the staff on G -Wing will
give you 110%. Good.

I'm going to fight all the way for this
prison.

Money's available, but we have to find
ways to cut our costs, too.

Any more cost -cutting, we'll be growing
our own lunches.

Now, that's the kind of radical thinking
I like.

Do you know how much private prisons can
make on their canteen services, do you

know? Three times as much as the public
sector.

Do you see where I'm coming from? I
certainly do.

Privatising the canteen is going to be
my first big project. Now, I need an

officer prepared to be unpopular.

I think I can supply names there.

Excellent.

Hey, what are you doing? You weren't
allowed in here.

Oh,

we don't want no trouble.

That goes for me now and on.

It's just that with Atkins out of the
way, things need to change around here.

Oh, yeah?

Like how?

Like from now on, you guys and us guys
need to start getting on.

Oh, I don't know. I mean, Vaughan will
be back here soon.

Have they chopped up your jacket?

Leave it, Al.

I think the Julie's and I'm talking
sense, don't you?

We need your red bands, you need our
protection.

Simple.

Sylvia Hollenby.

What?

I'm not sure she's the right person for
a job like that.

Well, she came highly recommended by Jim
Fenner. Don't you value his opinion?

Yes. Yes, of course I do.

Well, then.

Look, all I'm saying is, Sylvia's a POA
rep.

We're talking serious old school.

Yeah?

She's not exactly willing to embrace new
ideas.

That's precisely why I want her and her
comrades on side.

If she won't help you sell anything to
the inmates, she's too confrontational.

Well, she's a senior officer with a lot
of experience.

I demoted her a few months ago.

Your predecessor reinstated her.

Are you always down on the limb, Karen?

I make up my own mind.

Well, that's something.

I don't like a lot of sheep working for
me.

Look, I want you to know I've no time
for glass ceilings.

Given the will and the vision, we can
turn Lark Hall into the model for every

other prison in the UK.

Now, we've all got to pull together on
this, and I'm afraid we're going to have

to cancel all leave for the next couple
of months.

That's not a lot of notice.

Yeah, well, G -Wing's a mess.

I think yesterday's escape attempt
showed that.

Until we get things sorted out, we need
a full staff complement.

I hate to say this.

But in your position, the most sensible
course of action is a plea of guilty.

What? It'll help ensure a lenient
sentence.

You're a lawyer.

And you don't know that life is
automatic for murder?

It's not for manslaughter.

We'll say that you lost your temper with
Miss O 'Kane.

You lashed out.

The next thing you knew, she was
drowned.

You're talking like I did it.

I never touched the old car.

I'm trying to give you my best advice,
Mrs. Atkins.

Look at the evidence.

By your own admission, you were in the
bathroom when the corpse was found.

There are witness statements that you'd
been arguing with the victim.

And there's her book found in your cell.

I was fitted up.

I didn't do it. Except that you can't
prove that.

And that means you'll go down for
murder.

It's almost inevitable if you plead not
guilty.

But you know how the justice system
works.

Plead guilty to manslaughter and 15
years might, at least might, become

Play the game for your own good.

Up yours.

I don't believe this, June.

Playing skinny with them bunch of
headbangers.

God, I get much worse than this.

You wait.

They're only just getting their feet
under the table.

I don't know what Yvonne was here.

She soon saw that meany -faced Max here.

Well, she's only on what came.

Er, what are you two doing?

Filled some water, miss. Water, miss?
Out there, and we're just cleaning up

came in here.

Did you hear that, miss?

Looks lovely.

Thanks.

Mmm, nice perfume and all. Have a sniff,
Jo.

Oh, yeah.

Right classy, that is. Right classy.

Chanel No. 5.

Marilyn Monroe sent.

Oh.

Do you know what? You've got somebody
you're not telling us about, miss.

Well, you'll just have to watch this
space.

Forget whoever he is.

Staff are informed that no more leave
will be granted for the next eight

Well, you can't do that.

It's just until we get things sorted out
on the wing.

Looks like she's got it in for all of us
now, not just Jim.

For your information, I have not got it
in for Jim.

And I personally apologise for any
misunderstanding.

Well, that makes it all all right then,
doesn't it?

Forget it, Phil.

We all know Karen's got a tough job to
do.

That man's given his life to this job.

And that's how he gets treated.

It's a disgrace.

Well, things can only get better under
the new governor.

Yes, well, it was Mr Grayling who
cancelled your leave.

That's sure.

Oh, and Sylvia, you'd better go and do
an inventory of the canteen.

Whatever for?

It to be privatised.

What's that got to do with me?

You're in charge of it.

I don't know about me, but I'm sick to
the back teeth of that woman.

What does Betts think I am? A flaming
shop assistant?

I am a highly trained professional.

Uh, who's saying you aren't?

Oh, I'm not one for complaining, sir.

But I've just been to paddle with this
privatized canteen malarkey without so

much as a buy your leave.

Well, I'll hold up my hands.

I picked you for the job.

Eh?

Well, you came highly recommended, and I
need someone I can trust.

Oh, well, that wasn't explained.

I'm sorry. That was an oversight.

You see, privatisation of the canteen is
an important stage in my mission plan

for Larkhall.

I see.

The commercial imperative, Sylvia.

I'm afraid it's coming into every walk
of life these days.

I need you to review the canteen's
operation and devise a strategy.

Rationalise it. Make it pay.

I do have a good head for figures.

I do all my husband's accounts.

He left the prison service to become a
funeral director, you know.

Right.

Yet, of course, if you reach your
target, there'll also be a bonus for

Oh.

Well, I'm sure you can rely on me, Mr
Grayling.

Milk and sugar.

Just milk.

Sweet enough.

Here you go.

Pure apple.

None of your prison diesel.

It's lovely.

I brought it from home.

Very domesticated.

For a man.

Well, that's the army.

Makes a housewife out of you.

Well, Catering Corps does, anyway.

Well, you're no housewife, Barry.

Just surprised you haven't been snapped
up by one.

You want to see what I can do with a
couple of King Edwards and a tub of

fraiche?

Maybe you could show me some time.

If you like.

One night this week?

Take your pick.

Where do you live?

In Tooting.

Well, I could bring some grub over.

How about Thursday?

You'd come over to my house?

Why can't you cook at your place?

You wouldn't like my place.

Your wife'd get in the way, would she?

What? Come on.

A bloke offers to cook you a meal but
not at his place.

You've got to be hiding something.

No.

I'm not like that.

It's just that I was in the army a long
time.

And my place isn't much more than a bed
and a...

Couple of kitchen chairs.

I thought your place would be more
comfortable.

Romantic.

Oh.

I see.

I'm sorry.

Forget it.

Better get these naps to the governor.

Here you are, mate.

Thought these might make you feel a bit
better.

Thanks, Julius.

Bag of shit you're getting caught for.

Max and her gang are stomping all over
the place now.

They're even running a bleeding
protection racket.

Can't slight know all their angles at
the doorframe by our nips.

We wish you were out of here, Fawn.

No chance.

Bleeding wanker lawyer.

What happened?

Wanted me to face the man's law.

Stuffed that.

Screws will have to bury me first.

Common whorehounds.

Pardon? For you, miss.

Flowery herb, innit?

It's great.

This gardening gig's the best, miss.

You're a star.

I'm glad you're enjoying it.

I reckon I'm outside more now than I
ever was when I was, well, outside.

And I'm learning loads.

You forgot your plants.

Hiya. Hello.

Look, um... I'm sorry.

About before.

Forget it.

I understand.

Sorry I was stroppy with you, but it's
just that I'm not like that.

I don't cheat.

Well, um, the offer still stands if
you're interested.

Cook you a meal?

Yeah, sure.

How about tonight, then?

You're keen.

Yes, Neil. What is it? I wanted a word.

Just between us about morale among the
officers.

Well, with respect, you've just
cancelled any leave they had coming.

No, I think there's more to this than
the question of leave.

I get the sense that the... Well, let's
call it a communication block between

you and your officers.

Not that I'm aware of.

It's OK. These things happen.

Sometimes you get so focused on what
you're doing, you know, the job in hand,

that you lose sight of the bigger
picture.

Just... Try and be a little more open
with your staff.

I find it works wonders.

I'll try and do that.

Yes, less stress all round and it can
avoid all sorts of nastiness.

Like with Jim Fenner and the corruption
allegations.

Wow. You look lovely.

Thank you.

A smash house?

Well, it's a bit big for one now that
Mum's not here, but... I've got plans.

Yeah?

Yeah, I was thinking about putting
another suite into the master bedroom.

Just need someone to share it with.

Kitchen. Right.

You're working late.

It's fairly normal for me.

Are you, er... Are you settling in all
right, are you, sir? Yeah.

Yeah, I'm finding my way.

Listen, Jim, um... This is confidential,
just between us and the water cylinder.

What's your view on your wing governor?

Who, Karen Betts?

Well, I know you value honesty, Neil.

So, er, as far as I'm concerned...

She's a first -class officer.

Good.

Only, um... I've seen the same thing
happen to other women governors.

They let the heart take over from the
head.

They get involved emotionally.

This leads to bad decisions.

Yeah, I know what you mean. Though let's
keep off the sexism. Oh, it's just an

observation. I'm sure you make up your
own mind.

Yeah, I will.

Though, to be honest, I'm still you -me.

So far, I'm not that impressed.

In fact...

I'm worried See you Monday

You

are

gonna get lipstick all over you Good

You know, you're coming over again
tonight.

Don't you want some time to yourself?

I feel like I'm imposing on you.

No.

No, you're not.

I want you to feel at home in my house.

I've had a great time with you, Di, I
really have.

I feel I know you so well already.

Me too.

So, what do you fancy for dinner?

Cocker rising?

What about cock -a -die?

You trying to make me blush?

So, um, why don't you bring some shirts
and things over and then you can keep me

fed all week?

Morning,

Karen.

Good weekend.

Nothing to get excited about now.

I know what you mean.

A B &B is not much fun on your own.

This isn't what I wanted.

You know that.

Sure.

Look, what about a drink?

Well, I'm not sure.

Later in the week.

Let's just give it a bit more time, eh?

See how things pan out.

All right.

If that's what you want.

I think it's probably best.

Just...

We'll dig to the job for a while.

Give ourselves room to breathe.

OK.

Right.

Haven't we got enough strawberry jam?

No, we haven't.

Hello, Nick.

So, how's it going with the new fella,
then?

Really well, as a matter of fact.

Well, come on, then. Don't keep us in
suspenders.

Yeah. What's he like?

Well, he's really good -looking.

He used to be a soldier, but he's not a
macho man.

He's really attentive.

And he's a good cook.

Bloody hell. Lucky cow.

Talk about.

And he doesn't exactly need a jump start
between the sheets, I can tell you.

You've got it all, miss.

Well, come on then, who is he?

Anyone we know.

Got any brothers?

A certain new prison officer. I've seen
you two ladies eyeing up.

Mr Pierce?

Take them all out of the wrappers.

And stick a finger in each of these
lucky bags.

Lucky bags?

One chocolate finger, two twos, three
toffees, two mint humbugs and a

digestive in each one.

Not bad for 50p, is it?

50p?

There's nothing lucky about that.

Unless we get away without them lynching
us.

That's the trouble with the mindset in
here.

No commercial now.

Luckily, I've learned a lot about
running a business from my Bobby.

He's an undertaker.

So, you don't lose sight of the
financial imperative just because you

dead people, you know.

You're like a pig in shit, aren't you,
Atkins?

Even in here.

Go to screw yourself, then.

I'd be a bit more civil if I were you.

Won't take much for the BOV to extend
your stay down here.

I won't hold me breath.

You must be getting old, love.

I'd have expected you to keep your
nerve.

Making a run for it like that, you might
as well have written killer right

across your forehead.

Drop it, love.

We both know I never killed, OK?

Oh? And who did, then?

Your little tart Purvis, that's who.

You really are all washed up, Atkins.

You are.

And as for getting off the block, I
reckon I'm going to have to tell the

you haven't learnt your lesson yet.

Chap this lot in the bin and put the
murderer back in the trip.

All right, come on, keep in line.

What were these ordered for?

I haven't got the prigs in a lucky bag.

It's a surprise, isn't it?

It's a surprise it doesn't cost you 50
pence a gallon.

Well, don't have one, then.

This privatisation bollocks.

Profits one thing, ripping people off
another, even this lot.

Yeah, well, it seems it's the new
policy.

We all have to be prepared for change.

I suppose so.

How are you managing?

Sorry? Well, I heard about you and Jim.

We're just taking it easy for a while.

Oh, right.

I didn't mean to doze.

You enjoying being top dog?

Now Atkins is off the wing.

What's it to you?

You want to be careful you don't throw
your weight around.

I don't want a lot of aggro.

Not with a new boss under March.

I always watch me weight, Mr Fenner.

Which reminds me, were you done with my
knickers?

Knickers don't interest me, Maxie.

They've got a habit of getting found.

It's what goes inside and gets my fancy.

Sometimes saying, eh?

I knew it was a con.

I knew it. A couple of frigging biscuits
and some cheap chewies.

Next.

I want a packet of cheese and onion
crisps.

You've got three pence left.

Shit, I've already got five of these
tokens.

Miss, can I swap this packet?

No. But me?

Hey, hang on.

These are out of date.

They should have been out by last month.

You'd better hurry up and eat them then,
hadn't you? Before they get any older.

It's a rip -off, is this? All right,
move along.

I could die of food poisoning.

Serve you right if you did.

Oi!

Watch it, you!

Ed! You want to get your bleeding nails
cut? Less of your lip.

Deliberately. Bastard.

You're on rule 47.

Things like some of the women aren't
taking too kindly to the new privatised

canteen. Change is always hard.

I'm not opposed to change. I just don't
want them ripped off in the name of it.

Admit it. You were never very keen on
the idea, were you?

I understand the philosophy behind it.

Maybe the execution needs a second look.

Go on.

To tell you the truth, I'm still not
convinced Sylvia's the right person for

job. She's getting the prisoners' backs
up. Karen, I need people in charge to

embrace new ideas and run with them. If
I don't have the right team behind me, I

will fall flat on my face.

That's not going to happen.

Hey.

I've got you some lunch ready.

Thanks.

You all right?

I just had a run -in with one of the
roughs.

Shaz Wiley.

Had to put her on report.

Oh, no, not Shaz. She's a good kid.

She's a nasty piece of work with her
mouth like a toilet.

She doesn't mean any harm.

She gets a bit overexcited sometimes.

Look, Barry, I'm a personal officer.

Leave it at a warning.

Just this once.

You're too soft, Di.

They're going to walk all over you. Not
Shaz. I'm really getting somewhere with

her.

All right, then.

One chance.

Only because you asked.

What?

I'm not used to a man doing something
nice for me.

Get used to it.

They put sell -by dates on these for a
reason, you know.

Oh, that's a nonsense.

The sort of substances these women are
putting up their noses and whatnot.

Do you really think a few pieces of
middle -aged chocolate's going to hurt

No. They should be treated like
everybody else out there.

Well, stop locking them up, then.

Di, I've heard you're after these.

Oh, thanks.

Jim.

What do you make of Neil?

Well, it's early days, yeah?

He's very keen on the team spirit.

Isn't he just?

The trouble is, I don't think he thinks
I'm on the same team.

How do you mean?

I get the feeling everything I...

I say you'll do if you need to rub him
up the wrong way.

No.

You're imagining it.

Neil's got his own pressures from above
he's having to deal with.

I'm sure he's got nothing against you.

And don't work too late.

You're trying to put me off?

I think some of the girls have twigged
at wear an item.

They reckon I'm dead lucky.

I'm the lucky one.

You know, I was pretty lonely before I
walked in here that night.

Met you.

Me too.

I'm not now that you're here.

Good.

Cos I'll be here as long as you can put
up with me.

You know I rattle around in that big
house.

I've died, you know what you're saying.
I'm not drunk.

I want you to move in with me.

If you want to.

Tomorrow would be great by me.

Tonight.

Oh, well, I'll tell you what.

Ask me again when you're sober enough to
throw a straight dart.

Do you hear?

How are you feeling?

Like I've had the soul kicked out of me.

I was due out of here early on next
year.

Gold is on.

Thought of an old lifetime in here.

I don't know how you're surviving.

True. It's my point of pretending,
though.

I mean, if it was me, I'd go mad.

I'd do anything I could to shorten it.

What's to lose?

I won't give a monkey's.

Tell Miss Betts that I want to see my
lawyer first thing tomorrow morning.

Of course, mate.

Do you know?

Yes.

Scotch, please.

I know they're playing our song now.

What do you think you're doing? Watch
your hands, mate.

Watch yours.

Hey!

No! Come on, calm down.

Come on, calm down.

Oi, God.

Right, that's enough. That's enough!

What the hell's got into you two?

We're all mates here, aren't we?

It's going to be all right, Barry. Just
leave it, please.

I'll keep this short.

After what I saw in the officers' club
last night, for any who don't know, it

was a scene more fitting the Crazy Horse
Saloon than a recreational facility on

Home Office premises, which is why I'm
closing it down.

That's a bit over the top, isn't it,
sir?

I mean, we need somewhere to unwind
after a day in here.

Not if brawling's your style of
recreation, you don't. And definitely

my name above the door.

Sir, Ken and me are good mates.

It's just a couple of punches.

Just a couple of punches.

You think that's acceptable, do you?

This is not the army now, Pierce. We
need intelligence in the prison service,

not tanked -up testosterone.

You're supposed to be professionals.

Act like it.

I'd like to see you sometime today,
Karen.

What about a sandwich lunch? My office.

Of course.

I am so...

Sorry.

It's all my fault.

I shouldn't have got drunk.

I've messed everything up, haven't I?

I've never had a fight over a girl
before.

I've never had anyone throw a punch over
me before.

I love you.

Good.

Because I've packed my bags and I'm
going to see the estate agent about

out my place.

Oh, that is fantastic.

I can move in straight after work.

I'll see you at lunch.

No.

Not today.

I've just got to nip out for a while.

OK.

See you tonight.

Virginia O 'Kane and I were both in the
bathroom when we started rowing.

She'd been getting on my case ever since
she'd come on to G -Wing.

And this time I'd just had enough.

There was no -one else in there.

And I'd just lost control.

I grabbed, I came as she lay in the
bath.

We struggled.

And I got a fistful of hair in each hand
and pushed her head under the

bathwater.

She suddenly went limp.

It was all over in seconds.

I knew I'd killed her.

Didn't mean it.

I've spent the last week or two trying
to find out what makes Larkhall tick.

Very wise.

Unfortunately, I don't believe that
everyone's in quite the right role to

me achieve what I need to.

What do you mean?

G -Wing is a big problem here.

I mean, so many of your officers
involved in that melee last night. I'm

Karen, but I need all my governor grades
fully in tune with my vision.

Otherwise, it's not going to filter down
to grassroots.

Yeah.

Are you demoting me?

You're simply not right as my Jewing
governor, Karen.

You'll retain your grade five, but be
back in uniform from tomorrow.

I suppose I'd better clean out my desk.

Look, I know this is a shock, but I have
to do what's best for Larkhall.

I'm sure that back on the landings
you'll make a great contribution to

recovery. Thank you.

Do you have anyone lined up to replace
me?

Well, I haven't made a final decision,
but yes, I have someone in mind.

You dried up, old tar.

You think you can get away with murder?

Well, your life's going to be a bloody
misery from now on.

I'm going to make sure of it.

You're all invited to attend a wedding
three weeks on Thursday.

Well, who's getting married?

I am.

I'll consider your request along with
the others, Pervy. You're not entitled

special treatment.

That ain't what you say to me in
private.