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I might just finger you for another piss
test while I'm in Grayling's office.

And we both know what the results would
be this time, don't we?

Bitch!

You swore you'd never cross me out.

That was before you turned into Fenner's
mole.

This is G -Wing.

And over here, that's where they used to
take women like me to be hanged.

All underground so no one could hear
them screaming.

But it is a way to get out alive now.

See?

If you help me.

She said when she was down a block, she
was going to get you rubbed out.

Just sounding off, mate.

Seemed deadly serious to me.

Reckoned you'd jump at the chance to get
shot off, then, huh?

Well, here's your ticket.

Just help her thought that great.

Sorry.

Not interested.

Not content with ripping your fat fees
off, Denny.

You thought you'd cash in on forging her
as well.

Jim, did you order a pizza?

Someone's taken a piss.

I got a break through the window last
month.

Have you noticed?

It was only a pizza, for God's sake.

Talk about overreacting.

Wish I'd bought the flipping thing. I'm
starving.

Well, why don't you go back home to your
homos and order one, then?

When?

Monday morning, I've said.

God, it's brilliant, eh?

Shit.

You damn it, bitch.

Hey, everything's going to be good for
you too, yeah?

I promise you.

Please, Nell.

I would have thought Denny brother would
turn out nice, yeah?

It's the time I could have stuck a knife
in you myself. You was that horrible.

Lucky you didn't try it, bitch.

You would miss me.

Excuse me.

You're getting shipped up to Botlands
for that pile of crap?

I'd be paint better with my arse, ma
'am.

Well, I'm proud of you.

I don't want to go, Vaughan.

Are you nuts?

This is open prison we're talking about.
The nearest thing to a bleeding pardon.

But you're all I've got.

You're the only real kind of mum I've
ever had. I don't want to be on my own.

Jeez, look, he's got a paint box and
alcohol, eh?

Listen to me, then.

You and Lauren mean everything to me.

And it won't be long before I'm on the
other side and we'll all be together.

You said yourself Fenner's going to keep
you banged up for life.

Not now.

That's the good news, then.

Well done, you.

Cheers, miss.

You must do what you want, Julie.

But I'd hate you to feel too self
-conscious to be my bridesmaid.

I think bleeding sorry for myself is
what I am.

Because all I'm getting into is more
chemo.

Oh, shh.

Sorry, you just don't need this bed.

Have you spoken to your consultant?

I mean, if it's just the needles you're
fixating on, well, maybe there's another

way.

You can't be the only patient in the
world with a phobia.

But I'm a con, aren't I?

Why would they do anything special for
me?

You're a human being, aren't you?

And you won't know if you don't ask.

Hello.

Thank you. God, for Di Barker, isn't it?
I can see.

She dragged Fenner off just when the
shop talk was turning sleazy.

So... Are you going to take your metal
knicks off now, then?

Come here.

How'd it go with Millie?

She say about wanting to own up?

Yeah.

Dead set on it.

Well, go over there.

Take her out for a burger or something.
Talk them through.

No, that's not a good idea.

I don't mean put pressure on her.

Just give her a bit of backup.

She's bound to be bricking it.

Leave it, Sel.

Please.

Well, what's the problem?

You don't want her changing her mind.

The sooner she tells it to your
solicitor, we'll be on our way out.

Chris? I can't do it to her, sweetheart.

I never should have left her in the shit
at home.

I can't dump her in another bloody bin
for my benefit.

For ten or more years.

So I told her.

We've got to send her away.

To Canada.

You what?

I've got an auntie there.

Canada?

I don't believe this.

I'm safe.

Until we get out there and join her.

She's been through enough.

She has?

I might as well be with a bloke trying
to talk to you.

I spent the best part of a year trying
to get us some way of being together.

And now we've got a more fantastic
chance than ever dreamed and you just

chuck it all away.

Look.

All we've got to do is just work out how
to shift that grave. Oh, yes.

The great escape.

Grow up, Chris.

You're choosing life on the run as
opposed to a totally legitimate way out.

Have you even thought your crazy plan
through?

You know I have. Having forced
identities for the rest of our lives.

Never being safe to come home again. No
friends, no family.

Won't be any kind of life I call living.

Well, it's more than me and Millie can
get here.

We can't be together at all if one of us
has got to be punished.

with the truth, Chris.

Then we'll make the best of it we can
for Millie.

Otherwise, you're dead, vicious, drunk,
old, selfish, shitty, but Dad is going

to be hanging on your back forever.

Mmm.

Steady on the tonic, Phil.

Rations?

Bloody flat, anyway.

Oh, for some ice, ma.

A dash of bitters. Well, now you're just
being maudlin.

Well, why shouldn't I be?

But lovely Oliver turns up and reminds
me that all my bits and pieces still

work, and here I am, banged up on
lesbian row.

And now I'm left in a... worst date of
carnal craving and love.

Oh!

Our very own houseboy.

Button it, Oswin.

I should have thought you'd have more on
your mind than stupid wisecracks.

Alas, no.

Of course, you haven't heard the good
news.

Your little potager is getting shipped
out.

What?

Are you telling me that Denny Blood is
being transferred?

First thing Monday.

Without my influence, her output could
dry up completely.

Yes, well, it seems the powers that be
think your influence is reason enough to

ship blood well away.

Looks like I'm not the only one who
knows you're a pair of shite.

Luke Warm, I'm afraid.

At least you've got something to talk
about now.

We're going to have to stop it.

Daddy Blood leaves Larco.

She takes our pension policies with her.

Yes, but there is one small problem.

We are on cellular confinement till
Monday.

Hmm.

Hello, Lauren.

Where?

About the delivery.

Everything go sweet?

You're bloody joking me.

Yeah, what's your... Listen, I owe you
one for that tip -off. You were right.

Atkins sent some gibbon round.

Shit. You all right?

Just.

Which is why she's got to top herself
today.

Just after Hunt's wedding.

How?

What do you mean?

When you and me put her over for a drug
search.

What's this, Atkins?

This wouldn't be heroin, would it?

No way.

No, you're joking.

I don't want anything to do with it.

Forget it. No way.

Listen, I've got no choice.

It's her or me.

And if you don't want Atkins to know you
warned me, you're going to have to give

me an alibi.

Else, I guarantee... you'll be next for
the pizza delivery.

Sir?

Thanks for the pizza.

Glad you enjoyed it.

Not my favourite.

But it's the thought that counts.

Well, that was just the vegetarian.

Next time it'll be American hot.

I'd, um... I'd like to think there's no
need for a next time.

Just let me do my time, Fenner.

I'll keep my nose clean.

And you find someone else to pick on.

Just like we're even.

Quits.

Stay clear of me, and I'll do the same.

Oh, Denny.

I was open to get to say goodbye.

Goodbye?

It'll be goodbye to your career if you
let them shove you out of Narcole.

I mean, being in a high -security
prison, that is part of your brand,

see?

Brand? Look, they can't force you out.
Not until you kick up a stink. Get

yourself sent down the block.

The only one who'd be going down the
block would be me.

We're smashing your blood -sucking heads
together.

The sooner Denny's away from you two
twixters, the better.

Listen, there's not much time.

There's a cutting out for you, if that's
what it takes.

You say one more word to my girl, and
I'll have you kneecapped.

From Crystal and Josh.

All our love on your special day.

Oh, they're lovely, Beth.

I'll pick you when it's time, then.

Thank you.

You've got a bloody death wish pending
it, man.

What's he telling you for?

Don't you get it yet? He runs a man
around here whether we like it or not.

Well, it was him quaking in his jackpits
last time I saw him.

Look, he wants me to give him an alibi
after the wedding.

Says he's going to do you.

Now, sorry, but there ain't nothing I
can do to stop him except warn you.

There bloody better be, Colin.

Unless you want to be shitting your own
pants in strange ways by the end of the

week.

Oh, and don't try telling me that you're
clean.

When you turned up, it was just... It's
too good to be true.

If you resign, it's worse than if you
hadn't bothered.

Sorry.

But I can't frogmarch round in this
uniform trying to catch a moment with

when you don't love me enough back.

I won't ask you to risk anything else,
Selina.

I'll find another way to sort the
tunnel.

Just hang on in there for me, please.

Make that call to Millie if you want me
to hang on, Chris.

You've got until the end of the day.

Otherwise, I'm walking.

Hey, what's wrong? Nothing. Just had a
gutful of bloody heart cases.

You listen to me, dyke.

You may think you can prick about with
the rookies, but I've got you marked.

That's a little bit now, eh?

You make sure you keep it that way.

Because this is the last of your last
warnings. Got it?

Good.

Thanks for everything, Babs.

Listen, I'm sorry I was such a bitch
when you first came.

I wish I could be at your wedding,
right? I'll send you a piece of cake, if

allowed.

I always knew there was more to you,
Denny Blow.

She's been sniffing the bug cleaner
again.

I hope it won't embarrass you. If I ask
for a little memento to remind me of how

much you've grown, one of your
paintings, maybe, I could hang it in my

You can hang it off your arts body bag.
You ain't getting shit from me.

She always should have finished you off
when she had the chance, mate.

Well.

After you real soon, yeah?

I love you, Den.

You stay safe.

You too, one.

It won't be long before we're together.

Look after Julian.

Helena.

There's the phone, Chris.

One call.

You won't do it, will you?

About this tunnel of yours.

I ain't leaving you both.

You come with me.

In here.

Always.

Time, love.

You know, it's funny.

I've lived in this place longer than
anywhere else in my life.

It feels like I'm leaving home.

It's prison, Denny.

Remember that.

You serve your time at Whitecroft and
make us proud.

And I don't want to see your face again.

Unless it's on the telly for being
famous.

Like I said, the metal grate followed.

So until we get it loosened off... Leave
that bit with me.

Well, all we need now is a big bunch of
keys.

Fine.

Yeah, sure.

You've got a spare set in your cell,
haven't you?

I've got my contacts.

But it needs to be done today, right?

You're not just winding me up.

I mean, one minute you were all, no way,
and now it's full throttle.

I'm funny like that.

When are we going for that next drink,
though?

Probably never.

Looks like this is going to be my last
day.

Come on.

You're doing a good job, Selina.

You don't want to chuck it in just
because of a bad morning.

I thought I could handle the difficult
prisoners, but... Are we talking Chris

Yates here?

No.

It's me.

Believe me.

I'm in the wrong uniform.

Better off sticking tickets on cars.

Don't do anything hasty, love.

Just think about it.

You know... You've added a bit of class
to this team.

You're shamed to lose you now, eh?

All due respect, Mr Fenner, sir.

If you're looking for a blowjob, you got
the wrong con.

I'll bite it off.

No kidding.

I'd rather shag me own leg if it's all
the same to you.

Frig off, then.

And there's me thinking you'd learnt
your lesson.

Punch me in the gut right out of the
blue.

Don't wake up for me.

Oh,

it's beautiful.

It's fine. I know what I do.

I'm so grateful, girls.

I don't know how I'd have managed
without your help.

Well, you was right about the chemo,
Babs.

Don't have to mean needles.

Yes, but they hide you.

Well, another way they can do it is by
tubes.

They're called a Hickman line.

Just another little opening. It's
fitted.

Bob's your uncle.

Well, that's brilliant, isn't it?

And you mean they're actually offering
you this option?

Yeah. Already booked in when, mate?

Well, jolly good for you, Julie.

Right. I'd best get along to the chapel,
then.

Oh, look at me. Scruff.

I don't care if you sit at the back with
a paper bag over your head, Julie. Just

as long as you're there.

Well, worth giving away?

You look gorgeous, Babs.

Come into the light, let me have a
better look.

Later, yeah?

I need you to do a number for me, Babs.

If I don't leg it, Fen is going to do
me.

I have to supervise the flaming nuptials
now.

If I don't have enough to do, sorry.

Oh, soon blew your fuse, didn't you,
Miss Brightspark?

Told you it wouldn't take long.

I've, er... sorted out your problem.

Yates is down the block as we speak.

A little more subdued, I think, than the
last time you saw her.

Well, what's she done?

Punching an officer in the gut.

Let's just say it's, er... frowned upon.

You'll love Barbara when you meet her.

Okay. She's a very special person.

That much I gathered.

What the hell happened between you and
Fionna?

She came in my cell.

Clammed the boot in.

You said she punched him.

I didn't bloody touch him, Helena.

On my life.

It's a guy with a frigging head, Kate.

This is what he gets off on.

Oh, Jesus.

Leave me to it now, will you?

This is my bloody mess.

You go and live your own life.

Go on.

How can I leave you here with him?

Because it's what you want to do.

You can't adopt Benno anyway.

You can do what the shit he likes when
no one's watching.

There's nothing else for it.

I'm going to have to help you get out of
that tunnel.

Give me no bloody choice.

I don't want to pressure you.

It's the only way you'll be safe from
Fenner.

Then we'll talk about what happens
afterwards.

Thanks, darling.

We owe you.

Only thing.

I've just got to make sure that tunnel's
still there when I get off the block.

What do you mean?

Someone's going for it today.

So you've got to make sure she doesn't
blow it for me.

Where are all Henry's people?

I don't know, Barbara. Still, where's
the other guest?

All that's coming are here, not in bed.

If Henry won't, not a bunch of chicken
shits.

Sorry, darling.

Left me in the lurch last minute.

To their lot.

God is love.

Those who live in love live in God.

And God lives in them.

With hedges.

We pray with them that the Holy Spirit
will guide them and strengthen them that

they may fulfill God's purposes for the
whole of their earthly life together.

First, I am required to ask anyone who
knows a reason why these people may not

lawfully marry to declare it now.

The vows you are about to take.

Hold on.

I object.

Whatever it is one says, all right?

For God's sake, Clive.

If you think I'm going to stand here and
allow my brother to marry a murderer,

you are all very much mistaken.

Who the bloody hell do you think you
are?

I'm sorry,

old chap, really.

But I speak for the whole family. That
woman has already done away with one

husband, and she's a bigamist to boot.

We're just trying to stop you making a
terrible mistake.

How dare you trick me on my own wedding
day?

Oh, see sense, Henry.

Miss Barker, I do apologise for the
upset, but I'd be extremely grateful if

you'd see this man from the building.

Mr Mills.

I've brainwashed you, Henry.

Can't you see that?

Can we move it along? We have a wedding
to get on with. Wait.

Now get out of my sight.

Yeah, piss off your glasses.

Up yours, arsehole.

Just look at the spirit of things.

Is this when you turn plumber's mate,
Carl?

Is this supposed to be helping me at the
wedding?

No.

It's supposed to be your insulin, is it?

Here.

Get another loose, come on.

Let's get this granny.

Everyone out. Single file.

Thank you very, very much.

Won't be much of a party on Chariot.

If only we had some of our Chateau L
'Arc left.

Well, maybe if someone's placed an order
with the local odd -bidding, so to

speak. Heard any rumour?

I'll tell you something for sure.

I'll only be celebrating on Chariot.

You double -crossing little...

Please, Jim.

How's she planning on getting through
the gates?

Shit. Shit!

I gave her my keys to the wing and the
cellmaster, OK?

Are you off your bloody head?

No, she promised she'd chuck them back
over the wall. She only wants to get to

hang themselves.

She said she's got the rest covered one
side.

Jesus Christ.

Let me think now.

I had no choice.

But she knows I'm an addict.

And she said she'd have me done.

Now she'll have to do whatever.

You've got one last chance for me, Cole.

And we both need Charlotte, bitch.

She takes herself out of here good
riddance.

But if we're going to get you off the
hook for this, we're going to have to be

bit clever.

Peggy, please.

Get yourself washed up.

Henry, you got a good one there.

And he ain't shaked up bad, neither.

Well, sorry this groom can't attend the
reception and wow you with his jokes.

Well, I'll be raving a turd to you.

Atkins, come on!

Hold on for me, won't you, Henry?

It won't be so long now.

Even if you were in for life, I'd just
count the days between visits.

Don't be stingy.

Forget it, Costa.

Word's gone round.

From now on, you get shit all.

Governor's orders.

Just how?

Lovely band.

Where'd she go?

Mrs Mills now, innit?

Actually, we've decided to ignore that
convention.

I've already had two other men's names.

Well, when are you going to see him
again?

Two weeks' time.

No more visits, just like everyone else.

Come on, Julie!

Oh,

I'm really sorry, Beth.

I know I never should have come.

Well, don't worry, Julie.

We'll soon get it cleaned up.

Come on, Beth.

Yes, off you go.

I'm sorry.

It's all right, Julie.

Really.

But he's still not shown up.

He's not answering his radio.

He'll be answering some very serious
questions.

I'd have rather had you spill your drink
on me, but I suppose this lends a

certain authenticity.

I owe you big time to leave now.

Yvonne.

I'm sure you know what you're doing, but
please.

I need you to do one last thing for me,
Beth.

Call my Lauren.

Tell her that I'm lying low for a while
and not to worry.

Horribon's been sick herself now.

I expect it's mugging there. I'll have
to go and see to it. I've got to clean

around myself.

Have a fairy cake.

I suppose I should at least lie my
stomach first.

You still there?

I want to thank you, Jim.

You were right.

I've just lost my nerve there for a bit.

I'd really appreciate it if you forgot
anything I said about wanting to resign.

Instant and needed.

Talking of which, going to have another
look for Hedges.

Seems to have forgotten he's on duty.

One?

Shower room.

See if Atkins has finished losing her
lunch yet.

I can't believe it.

Believe what?

Nobody didn't stand a chance, you coming
at them like a frigging dump truck.

Nearly broke my arm, Mum. Yeah?

You've already got a kid. And a big
house.

You don't need an husband and all, do
you?

Here's 24 carat.

Look, I want my money's worth.

If it's worth you breaking the embargo.

That girl's almost had no baby.

Can't get you the whole work to do,
though.

Just get me what you've got left, will
you?

Give me five.

All right, ladies, that's time.

Miss,

you're joking.

Come on, come on, you've had your fun.
Get moving.

Bye -bye, Hank.

Don't bother screaming.

You might want to save on the oxygen.

Who the gold plate? Over.

Go ahead. Over.

Can you confirm Aki's location?

Over. Negative. Over.

Possible code brown.

Get down here pronto.

C corridor.

Gents Lou.

Out.

Travel sickness pills you give me?

Can you believe it?

Do I look like I've got travel sickness?

You're feeling bad, right?

I don't really mean this.

You know what I said?

I've got something to say, you write it
down.

I swear to you, I'll take the bloody
thing and stick it in your neck myself

have to.

I can't go through with it. It's as
simple as that.

It's all fixed.

A little up, no more needles.

Do you know what the helicopter to is,
Stu?

What the hospital give me?

I can't even look at it.

Bleeding great big thing in here, day
and night.

You can't just stop the chemo.

No, what about David?

Are you going to tell him how you're
getting the treatment, how you're

better?

I've got to tell him the truth. I'm
going to die of this bastard cancer, Jo.

Chemo and a cure.

It's just a way of making me feel even
more shit.

For what?

For your bloody life.

For our bloody lives.

For a year or so of doing time with only
one boo.

Until the cancer decides to pop up again
and I have to have more bits cut off.

I'm sorry, mate.

I want to enjoy whatever time and life
we've got left together.

Mind you, mate, don't...

Right.

What's the news on Atkins?

Sylvia's gone to set the medical wing.

Shit.

If Keith had gone, then I'll lay money
Sylvia's onto a loser.

You better ready for backup.

We've got one away.

And get a medic down here for him, yeah?

And listen carefully.

You just keep your mouth shut, yeah?

All you know is the lights went out,
right?

And then we'll have Atkins out of our
hair for good.

Tastes like it's been cut with washing
powder.

But those were not yet mainlining.

I don't know, Phil.

I mean, it seems a bit extreme.

Are you sure she couldn't broker us a
drop of gin?

Atkins has cornered the market on liquid
refreshment.

Look, you can spend the next five years
in a shit pit.

With your eyes wide open, if you like.
But I...

I'm tripping off to Nirvana.

You try not to dwell on it while I'm
gone.

Let me go further.

She's decked hedges and nicked his keys.

Found them by the perimeter work
section.

She's left three internal gates swinging
wide open.

I've raised the alarm. I just hope we're
in time.

Well? We've looked everywhere.

There's nothing I can say.

I say you understand.

There's something else.

When the time comes, if it's too much, I
want you to do me a bad...

You want me to pull the plug, yeah?

Help me!