All language subtitles for Bad Girls s05e06.eng

Morning.

- Tony, this is Di.
- Oh, your lodger.

l'm not the sodding lodger!
For your information, l'm his bloody wife!

Just a minute, you two.
l'm still waiting for that money.

Are you? Oh, dear.

You're not applying for your job
but the wing governor's.

- l want my old job back.
- l see.

l couldn't do a worse job
than the current boss.

You know, this place
would be perfect for a still.

Forget it, Di.

l have given up everything for you
with this marriage, Neil.

The least you can do is give me a baby.

All l'm saying is
if you try anything again...

l rolled over. l can't help what happens
when l'm unconscious.

lf you can't stick to your own side of
the bed, l'll put my golf bag between us.

Oh, Sylvia. l just wanted
some fresh undies and a shirt.

l'm going to have to ask
my daughters about this.

lf it's the husband
who hogs the wardrobe these days,

l must be old-fashioned.

Not everyone's
as snappy a dresser as him

but he doesn't cramp my style.

l won't cramp anything, Neil.

l've got to call by the bank anyway so,
erm...make the most.

So much for not arousing suspicions.
She's gotta go, Di.

We can't kick her out.
She's got nowhere else to stay.

Look for somewhere with her.
Be company for each other.

Tomorrow at the latest.

Grub's up.

You can gob in it yourself
cos we ain't giving you no extras.

Just give this to Yvonne. lt's for Ritchie.

She never said nothing.

lt's all arranged. Trust me.

Oh, well, if you put it that way.

Oh, wait a sec, though, Ju.

Last time we trusted her,
didn't she kill Shaz?

- Oh, yeah.
- Look, you can ask her yourself.

Just take it, OK?

(Karen) And Jim, l need you to escort
Merriman to admin before unlock.

And remember, we've got civilians from
Linford Securities looking over the wing,

so everything by the book, please.

- Sylvia, are you listening?
- Mm. Yes, ma'am.

Those of you who want jobs
must make a good show of doing them.

We can't assume they're only judging
by the interviews.

l'm up for cell spin duties
if you need volunteers.

Yeah, if we must. OK, that's it.

So how did you get on
with the new CO, then?

Well, you obviously think
you went down a storm.

- l think he liked me, yeah.
- No surprises there, then.

And who better than a bunch of blokes
to run a women's prison?

All that bile, Karen.
Give yourself an ulcer.

l'd rather have an ulcer
than a brown nose. Excuse me.

How wicked will Lennox look

in a wheelchair
shaped like a sports car, man?

Phyl says it's gonna have proper gears
and a horn and shit.

Yeah. And a ten-stack CD, satellite TV...

Talking out of your arse, Buki. That
old drunk couldn't hotwire a hairdryer.

Show you two twockers
what she can do, you get me?

And when Lennox sees it,
he's gonna know that he mum loves him.

She's tripping, innit?

Morning, Quasi.

Still swinging the bells?

(Woman) Dead bitch whore!

(Women shouting abuse)

Nice to see you've got
so many friends, love.

(Woman) Sick bitch!
(2nd woman) Slag!

(3rd woman) You're on your own, slut.

Ooh. We'll soon be pillionaires,
won't we?

OK. Hold.

lt'll be worth building that cripple cart

just to get a proper screwdriver.

Oh, does that mean my hog's hair filbert
will have its ferrule back again?

By then, with luck,
l shall probably be too pissed to care.

Right, you two. Where's my money?

- What? You mean...?
- lt still hasn't been...

- l thought you'd sorted that.
- So did l.

Don't give me that.
There's a reason you're behind bars

and it's not for
overspicing your Bloody Marys.

- l resent that.
- We're working on an appeal.

And l can tell you, it is an uphill struggle
for victims of the Russian mafia.

There's only one victim here - me.

Some useless clerk's going to get a right
bollocking when Nigel hears about this.

He's a manager. A personal friend.

He'll soon get this mess sorted out.
Don't you worry.

By lunch time or you two are for it.

- Halfwit.
- We'll give her a run for her money.

Have you done your wish list
for the works department?

Well, l'm still waiting
for your artist's impression.

- Do l get a gold star?
- Oh...

- What?
- Can't see where the booze tap is.

l wish l could throw this
down Merriman's throat.

Give it here. l'll stick it in her sandwich.

l can't. l've got to hang onto it for now.

- You're having a laugh.
- l wish l was.

But she's the only thing
keeping my sap of a son going.

And the little bitch knows it.

What do you want?

l thought l'd tell you
you're due for cell spin this week,

if there's anything you want
to disappear in advance.

One minute you're a complete moron

and the next you pretend
to be me best mate.

We're both locked up here.
Only difference is l wear a uniform.

Who are you looking at?

- Denny,
- What's up?

l can't vouch much for my snout

but if you've got any stash in your cell,
go and crutch it.

Merriman! Ah, there you are.

l'm glad you're not taking
advantage of this opportunity.

- You're a hard worker. l like that.
- (Sniffs)

- Did something happen?
- (Sobs)

l'm not saying it's not me own fault.
lt's just...

Locked up in me cell.
Stuck doing this all day.

Dogs' abuse all night. l'm scared
l'm gonna crack up, Mr Grayling.

Come on.

l can put you on the
Vulnerable Prisoners' Unit, if you want,

but you'd have to give this job up.

lt's the only thing keeping me going.

Have a think what would be best for you.

- Maybe talk to Reverend Mills.
- Thanks, sir.

Just have to stick it out,
hope the girls can forgive me.

- l'm doing me best.
- You've made a fine start.

Just don't let yourself down. Or me.

lf you change your mind
about the Unit, let me know.

Thanks, sir. And...sorry.

Given the right materials,
it'll be a wheeze

compared with what l did
at Brand's Hatch in the '60s.

- You what?
- Motor racing, dear. Team mechanic.

''Steel tubing, fibreglass,
acetylene torch...''

Haven't you missed out the rope,
ladder and getaway car?

Our intention is simply
to offer our design skills

to set up a workshop
and bring a smile to a young child's face.

We're a little long in the tooth to be
climbing over walls during the night.

But if the shadow
of suspicion is upon us,

l'd rather put the kibosh
on the whole thing.

We wouldn't want to lose
our lovely gardening jobs.

No way!

l'll bring it up
at the management meeting, OK?

Leave it with me.

- Nice one!
- Yes!

Ah.

Phonecard, please. Five minutes.

(Denny) Shit, man.
Hey, thanks for the nudge.

lf they'd found the blow
l'd be back on the jellies.

Mum knows best, yeah?

And l should think so, too.

And l want the interest
added to the balance. Understood?

Bloody idiots. They're blaming
the computer system now.

l said, ''lt's not computers
that make mistakes,

''it's the monkeys tapping the keys.''

- But he'll sort it out?
- Mm. Nigel wasn't there

but his assistant assured me
that he'll see to it personally, right away.

l'm so sorry, Mrs Hollamby.
lt is all very embarrassing.

As long as it's put right.

Mrs Hollamby,
what about our ice bucket?

You can forget that till l'm back in funds.

OK, lads. Let's not waste our time.

l'll do the business here,
you make a start in G2.

All right.

(Phyl) Ticking along nicely.

l thought we might
have needed external heat

but this seems to be doing the trick.

When will we be able to try it?

Not for at least another week.

And don't get too excited.
lt won't be up to much.

Beggars and choosers,
it'll be nectar to me.

But if Betts takes the bait,
we'll be able to build a proper reflux still.

And then we can flush
that rancid potion down the lavvy pan.

lt must do your head in spending 24/7
with the Odd Couple. No disrespect.

Di is Di.

Dreamy, you know.

l hardly ever see Neil,
all the overtime he puts in here.

- She's like a grass widow.
- Cracks beginning to appear already?

Mm. l don't know.

But on Bobby's grave, things aren't
working in the bedroom department.

Well, not as seems per normal to me.

- Really?
- Not that l've got any complaints.

l'd be living in a cardboard box
if it wasn't for the Graylings.

Have you found anywhere to rent yet?

lf you'd seen some of the places, Jim.

(Sighs)

l'd be swinging from the rafters
in a week.

l'm sorry but l am used to certain
standards. A bit of space. A garden.

You might have to lower your sights
a bit, now you're alone.

l haven't given up hope yet.

Which reminds me. A spot of business
to see to before lunch is over.

(Electronic beeps)

- Hello, is that Tony?
- 'Yeah. Who's that?'

- lt's Di Grayling.
- 'l don't want to talk...'

- Please don't hang up.
- 'l didn't have a clue...'

l know. And l'd like to apologise.

lt's hard for me sometimes.

'l suppose it must be.
Pretty weird situation.'

Yeah, that's right.

Anyway, it's all fine now.

Erm, look, it's his birthday soon
and l'm planning a surprise.

And l was hoping
that you'd be able to help me.

(Door opens)

- You get lucky with the cell spins?
- Just tranx. Nothing juicy.

Yeah? Well, as soon as you find
something decent, plant it on Atkins.

She's getting right on my tits
at the moment.

Yours too, by the looks of things.
Ever since Dockley.

ls it cos she's top dog?
ls that why you want to bust her?

She's danger, mate. First class.

You're not getting a soft spot, are you?

Don't be stupid.
She's a right wind-up merchant.

Deserves a bloody good beating.

Try to be nice to her,
bitch throws it in your face.

- Why are you being nice to her?
- Er, later. l'm just going for a slash.

He didn't say nothing
about having a birthday.

Saying that, he is a bit funny
about being older than me.

- He won't tell me how much.
- He's shy, Tony. That's his problem.

lf it's a party, l'm well up for it.
Dab hand at blowing balloons, me.

No. No, it's a bit more than that.

lt's something he's always wanted.

He's asked me before
but l've always said no.

But l've changed my mind.

l want to give him a baby.

Wait a minute.

l love kids

but l've not known him that long
and l don't know you at all.

l can't handle having a kid
that someone else will bring up.

No, not yours, Tony. His.

And l want it to be a surprise.

Lots of women get pregnant this way.

All you have to do
is collect the raw materials.

Will you help me?

You're Mr...Bostock, aren't you?

- And you are?
- Yvonne. Yvonne Atkins.

- l've heard all about you.
- All good things, l hope.

Then you'll know that l'm calling
the shots around here.

Only one person calls the shots
round here. And that's me.

l meant with the cons. Got their ear.

Thought l'd give you a bit of friendly.

- Really?
- We've all seen you lot come and go.

And to tell you the truth, we're not keen.

No offence. But l'd hate to see you lot
spend money doing up this place,

only to see it smashed to bits.

You know what l mean, love?

Now, you listen to me, love.

l reckon you lot have been
on one long picnic.

But when we get here, if you so much as
break wind in the wrong direction,

my staff will be on you
like a brick load.

l'll remember your face, Atkins,
and so will my cameras.

- You'll have met Mr Bostock, then?
- Ain't l just.

l never thought l'd be pleased
to see a familiar screw.

But l'd rather have you lot
than that bunch of shits.

At least they'll be keeping one of us.

Fenner. Bostock loves him.

- (Gasps)
- Col?

Yeah. ln here. Sorry. Guts are bad.

Look, if you're looking
for a hand job off Atkins,

you are well barking
up the wrong lamppost.

Forget it. Stinging Dockley's put me off.

Yeah? Who's fault's that, then?

- l'm just saying.
- Rewrite history all you want

but l did what l had to do to save
our necks cos you pushed it too far.

Whatever.

Your dick may have gone limp but
it's still down to you l'm out of pocket.

So you want to make up
for losing Dockley,

plant something nasty in Atkins's cell.

Stainless steel or it'll corrode.

As long as it's only got
one opening mouth...

That money was not
transferred into my account.

You may think it's a big joke

but l'm as close as l've ever been
to desperate.

So if that money doesn't appear
by the end of play today,

l'll make sure you're facing
another criminal charge. Do you hear?

We do feel dreadful.

lf only there was something we could do.

Of course there's something you can do.

Call your bank and bite
a chunk out of that Nigel's ear.

- Please.
- lt's no good, Mrs Hollamby.

But... But you said he was a friend.

Oh, a friend no longer, Mrs Hollamby.

We certainly won't be
talking to him from now on.

l called the bank to make certain

that my instructions
had been taken care of,

only to discover
that Nigel had had your money

transferred directly
into our creditor's funds.

Can you believe it?

But it's my money. l haven't got anything
to do with your debts.

No, but we thought we should
leave your name out of it.

l mean, for your sake.

All rather difficult to explain, isn't it?

(Gate slamming)

You see that?
They're banging them up everywhere.

They'll film us in the showers and flog
the tapes at the pub. Bunch of pervs.

l thought you wanted privatisation.

Get rid of some
of the dead wood in here.

l've had a think.

lt's a dead cert - Betts'll walk
if Linford gets in.

- No!
- And l know who'll get the job.

Come on.

l'll look up private nicks.
Check out their form.

Move it. Next. Come on.
Yeah, next. Come on.

..battery fitted under there.

Thanks.

lt's not just a morale booster,
which we could all use at the moment,

but a promising start
for the workshop project.

Could be a chance to show
what privatisation can achieve.

That's a point.

l was focusing on showing the inmates

how imagination and teamwork
can benefit a disabled child.

Of course.
But surely you wouldn't object

to a presentation ceremony
to uphold that sentiment, would you?

The materials are being requisitioned,

including a prison-issue wheelchair,
which you can dismantle for parts.

- So work to the deadline.
- Wicked.

- Deadline?
- Yes.

The number one's keen to have
a presentation of your gift

to the patron of
a leading children's charity.

The Linford lot want
to take the credit, too.

lt's a big PR opportunity.

The sooner the better,
as far as l'm concerned.

l've always loved a deadline.

What leading children's charity?
This wheelchair's for Lennox.

lt's just a ceremony, Buki.

The chair will be presented
to Lennox in due course.

ln due course?
Due course can kiss my tits.

Are you trying stop this before it starts?

We haven't even built
the bloody thing yet.

l'd like to say a big thank you to you
and Mr Grayling for this opportunity.

We won't let you down.

(Tony) 'l'll do it tonight.
l'll put it in his briefcase.'

l don't want details, Tony.
Just get as much as you can.

We're eating alone again.
Poor Neil's working late.

- Oh?
- Oh, it's all right, Silvia.

- l'll do that.
- lt's all right. l've got it.

l said l'd cook.

Why didn't you just let me do it?

l'm sorry.

lt's all right. You're bound
to have ups and downs, love.

You haven't given yourself
enough time to grieve.

Oh, it's not just that. Oh, God!

l've just lost £1 ,000!

lt's all l had
to keep the wolf from the door.

- Shit, what happened?
- l tried to invest it, you know. Stupid!

lt doesn't matter now, though,
does it? Oh, l feel such a fool.

Well, we all do silly things sometimes.

- lt's only money, eh?
- lt's all right for you to talk.

You've got your whole career
ahead of you. Lovely home.

Husband to look after you.

That money
was all l had left in the world.

Enjoy yourself up there
while you can, Bobby,

cos it won't be long till l'll be joining you.

They've got a skeleton staff
so they can lock us up at 5 o'clock.

l tell you, this privatisation
ain't a good idea.

How do you think they make money?

They cut wages, cut education,
cut catering, training.

Everything except the numbers.

And we've got to do something.

l've got an idea, if you're all with me.

l'm telling Miss Merriman she won't want
to escape from a prison l'm running.

- Even if she could.
- l'm happy where l am, sir.

Now l've got God looking out for me.
And Mr Grayling.

lf he hadn't given me
this chance to prove myself,

reckon l'd have taken
me own life by now.

l say prison's the punishment.
Our job's about rehabilitation.

l couldn't agree more.

l like your attitude, Neil.

lt's refreshing not having to battle
every step to get my ideas across.

Thank you, Eric. As l say,
l had a feeling we were minds of a kind.

Time for a quick pint? Or will the wife
give your dinner to the dog?

l have an appointment at nine
but l could squeeze a couple in.

l want to say...

- l just want to say...
- l know.

You are special to me.

Screw the club.
Let's just go to my gaff.

(Woman) Who rattled her cage?
Rot in piss, Merriman.

(2nd woman) Sick bitch!

(3rd woman) Any chance
of some pissing beauty sleep in here?

Ooh, sorry, Bev.

Look, l'm going to have to
break into our little stash.

l haven't slept a wink.

l knew this place would
turn me into a bloody addict.

Don't beat yourself up, darling.
One sleeper won't break the bank.

Anyway, you won't need them
once the brew's ready.

- (Woman screams)
- Christ.

Meanwhile, can you get me one, too?

- Shit a brick.
- What?

- Have you been at the heroin?
- Don't be so bloody stupid.

Well, someone has.

Mm. Hello, darling.
Did you have a nice night?

- Yeah, l did, as it happens.
- Good.

Hurry up and come to bed.

l'm going to have a shower first.
You go back to sleep.

OK. See you when l see you, then.

- (Sylvia blows nose)
- (Neil) Christ!

Oh!

Sorry, Neil. l was just
going to get some water.

l've got a terrible thirst for some reason.

You know where the kitchen is.

You must have got in very late.

l didn't hear the door and l was listening
for you past midnight.

- Di was a bit worried.
- Excuse me?

l told her. ''Neil's got an important job.

''He needs his team behind him,
not making him feel guilty.''

l've been doing a little research.

There are plenty of properties
close to Larkhall for reasonable rents.

lt's going to be very handy for work.

- Morning, all.
- Morning.

You didn't sleep
on the couch again, did you?

What have l told you
about having a bath late at night

when you've had such a hard day of it?

He thinks l don't like
his manly smell but l do.

(Laughs)

- l hope she's packed.
- Bad news.

The old bat's only gone
and lost her deposit.

- You'd better be joking.
- l wish l was.

She's doing me head in, Neil.

lf Yvonne spoils the presentation
by kicking off, l'll kill her, man. l swear.

- Chill, Buki.
- Yeah. Look at it this way.

lf something goes down, we might end
up on the telly. Lennox could see you.

Yeah. And l can tell everybody

how comes l've got a kid in a home,
costing the public money,

when l can look after him myself.

- When you get out.
- Oh, l'm getting out. Believe.

- Well?
- What?

- Where is it?
- Sorry?

Our savings.

- (Whispering) The heroin.
- You know, the drug.

- Comes in little plastic bags.
- l know what bleedin' heroin is.

You're the only one who knew
we had a secret stash.

Smack heads as well as pill poppers, eh?

Currency, that's all.

lt's not the same harry we used to chase
back in the '60s.

- Nor the charlie. lt's filthy stuff.
- Listen, ladies.

l know shit about your drugs.

Well, someone does cos it's gone.

Where do you keep it?

Hope you remember
your little promise, Col.

Look, l can't plant it on Atkins
till l find a stash, can l?

lf you can't find a bag of smack on
G Wing, you're in the wrong job, mate.

Thanks for the lift. Saved me bus fare.

There's no sense wasting petrol.

Well, don't include me
in your plans tonight.

l'll be making myself scarce.

- Can't she disappear altogether?
- She's only trying to be nice.

- Am l supposed to change the locks?
- You invited her, you can uninvite her.

l'll check if there's
any staff accommodation.

She could get a staffer's loan.

Let's just stop she still
is staff after Bostock's done.

Jesus. You've got
your own private safe?

Well, it's no bloody good now, is it?

Even if you are telling the truth,

l'm sure that as top banana,
or whatever you call yourself,

you know who the culprit is.

Don't make sense.

None of the girls that deal
would look in your gaff.

They think you're
a couple of old grannies.

More like the Kray sisters,
as it turns out.

lt can't have been the screws.
They'd have hauled us up by now.

And it's only the smack that's gone?

Keep it to yourselves.
l'll let you know if l hear anything.

Appreciate it.

- Can't trust the cameras, eh?
- All putting on a show for me.

But we find they soon forget
about the cameras. Con and staff alike.

Comparing the off guard with the on
gives you the real picture.

Right. That's rather pertinent to a point
l've been meaning to raise with you.

How much weight do the staff interviews
carry in the final assessment?

Depends on the individual.
Some you can put a tick or cross by.

Others need a bit more rope.

Obviously need to make allowances
for the long servers.

l mean, take Sylvia Hollamby there.

Lucky if she gets taken on
as a lollipop lady.

Well, horses for courses, Eric.

But if you need a safe pair
of hands on the nuts and bolts,

loyal to the cause, straight as a...

Well, you name what.

They don't come any straighter
than that old iron lady there.

Anyway...

You coming to the wheelie workshop?

l'll give it a miss.
l've got a splitting headache.

Holy shit. That's Virginia's wheelchair.

- l can tell by that chip on it.
- She never did need it, anyhow.

You've got the basics here.

Your tubing bender, flare nuts,
welding rods.

Er, use the gloves and goggles
at all times. That hacksaw's sharp.

Ever used a drill press before?

Course not. When l was reconditioning
Formula One engines,

we used wooden spoons
and sticky-back plastic.

Safety is a priority.

Look. l was an expert in aerodynamics
when you were still in short trousers.

And l have been given the authority
to supervise this project.

- So if you don't mind.
- Patronising little maggot.

Right. Let's get you into two groups.

Barbara and the three Julies, go with Bev

and she'll show you
how to mix colours and stains

and the rest of you
can dismantle this old dinosaur.

- Mental, man.
- Don't need telt this job.

- Just give us a hammer.
- As long as l can paint too.

We'll need a new chassis, of course.

Yeah, wicked.

Welcome to my parlour.

Why don't you plant the gear on me
personally and cut the pantomime?

Go on. Stick it on me.

Then get on your radio
and call for backup.

The name's Hedges, not Fenner.
Just going through the motions.

- Don't make me laugh.
- l tipped you off yesterday, didn't l?

Yeah. But strangely enough,
my cell never got spun.

Someone found what they wanted when
they robbed a couple of pensioners.

What are you on about?
You're off your head.

l'm not.

But you are.

Who's been a naughty boy, then?

- Pimm's?
- l don't mind if l do.

Here's to Chateau Larkhall.

(Laughs) Cin-bloody-cin.

Mm!

Oh, this little cutie's gonna keep us
in booze for the rest of our stay.

(Man) Come on, Merriman.
Let's have you.

He ain't ever gonna walk again,
you evil cow.

Do you hear me, Merriman?

My Ritchie is finished and it's your fault!

That's not true!

Paralysed for life, the doctors are saying.
Cos you stuck a gun in him!

l didn't mean it! l love him!

- You call that love?
- l'm sorry!

l'd do anything! l wish it was me!
You've gotta believe me!

You're on borrowed time, Merriman.

You OK?

l'm not in the mood, junkie.

Had a whole week.

How come you ain't dobbed me in?

Unlike you, l don't believe
in locking up addicts.

Come on.

Don't worry. l haven't gone soft.

Our little secret
will come in handy someday.

l'm not an addict, Yvonne. l'm diabetic.

- Took all week to work that out?
- lt's true.

l've got a medical certificate to prove it.

l know what you are
and where you got the gear.

So go prove it
to someone who gives a shit.

l really meant it about your son.

l've put her name on the waiting list.

But until Bostock starts culling,
nobody's budging.

She'd hate those officers' flats.

l don't bloody care.
She's been here long enough.

lf l have to share my bed
much longer, l'm moving out.

lt's not been so bad.
We've had our moments.

- l beg your pardon?
- Oh, fine.

Act like you don't remember.

Or were you pretending l was a boy
once the lights were out?

- You're lying.
- And you'd know, would you?

Half the time you're so drunk
you don't know what you're doing.

He sounded so helpless.

l'm his mum. And l can't help him.

- l may as well have shot him.
- Don't be silly. lt's not your fault.

What type of upbringing
did me and Charlie give him?

Send him off to Cambridge,
nice shiny boy with A levels.

l wish.

lf it wasn't for us,
he'd never have met Merriman.

He'll get through it.

lt's going to be tough
but his life isn't over yet.

Even if it seems like that just now.

Yeah.

l'm gonna lie down for a bit.

l heard about Ritchie.

For what it's worth, l'm sorry, Yvonne.

You and me both.

He could be dead. Look at it that way.

And the bitch that shot him is in Admin,

prancing about to impress Bostock
and his gang.

That's justice for you.

Look, l thought you
might be interested to know.

The Dream Machine wheelchair
presentation's been scheduled.

lt's taking place here at Larkhall,
in the gardens.

Christopher Biggins,
the patron of Kids On Wheels UK,

will be attending to accept
the chair on Lennox's behalf.

- Yeah?
- lt's gonna be quite an event.

l know Bostock's hoping to attract
a lot of publicity for his company.

We'll be on our best behaviour then.

l'm counting on it.

You must have left early this morning.

l know someone who won't be
leaving her job early.

She's also got her own flat
in the officers' accommodation.

So if she wants time off
to go and get packing...

Oh!

- (Knock on door)
- Come in.

l wanted to thank you for, you know,
being honest in front of Mr Bostock.

Good impressions help us all.

l only said what l thought.

Mr Grayling, l know l've got no right.

You've done so much
for me already, but...

l'm dying inside.

l've got to see Ritchie.

Tell him how sorry l am
for what l've done to him.

Miss Betts told me.

- l'm sorry.
- Please, Mr Grayling.

He's never gonna walk again
because of me.

l can't go on another day
if l can't talk to him

and give him some hope to carry on.

l'm begging you.

- Sylv, that's fantastic!
- And he's got me an officer's flat!

So the good news for you
is you've lost the lodger.

- So, when are you...?
- Tomorrow.

Now, don't go worrying
that l'm not going to cope.

You know what? The more it sinks in,
the more l want to go, ''Whoopee!''

Yeah, l'm just gonna miss
our little chats.

All you're missing if you ask me, Di,
is a visit from Mr Stork.

And l'm sure he'll pop by faster
if l'm not there.

So l'm off to get packed.

Hang on. Erm,
do you want a lift anywhere?

- Where are you going?
- Shops.

Couple of things l wanna pick up
from Boots.

- What do you want now?
- What you said before.

You're right. l'm scum.
l came from scum and l'll die scum.

Look. Here's my address.
Ground floor. Officers' flats.

Tell your firm l'll leave
the door open. Easy target.

- Yeah, right.
- Do me and the bloody world a favour.

Finish me off.
Cos l'm past pretending l can kick it.

Try rehab. You want a bullet
in your head, put it there yourself.

Does that mean
you don't want me dead?

l'm taking that as a positive sign.

(Merriman) There'll be a glass screen.
lt's a closed visit.

Mr Grayling's fixed it all.

Tomorrow, babe. So you'll be there?

Look, whatever you think of me now,

just please say you'll come.

l've got to see you one last time.

Do you hear me? One last time.

This stops now
or you can all forget your parole.

Cock off.

See that? You wrote it.

But can you read it?
Cos you know what it really says?

l am not yours to have.

Hey!

No, no, no, don't do this. Spit.

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