All language subtitles for Bad Girls s05e07.eng

- Snowball, no!
- Ritch!

(Gunshot)

Lots of women get pregnant this way.

All you have to do
is collect the raw materials.

l've got to see Ritchie.

Tell him how sorry l am.

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

Jesus!

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

We've got to do something.

l've got an idea.

lf you're all with me.

- Pimms?
- l don't mind if l do.

Just please say you'll come.

l've got to see you one last time.

Do you hear me? One last time.

You've got a new neighbour, Colin.

- Who?
- Myself.

Just moved in to the POs' palace.

- Great!
- Right next door, apparently.

Wallpaper has to go, though.

How's your pasting arm?

- OK, morning.
- (Fenner) Morning.

(Karen) Top of the agenda
is the Kids On Wheels presentation.

We expect Christopher Biggins soon.

Thought we were getting a celebrity!

lt's a press event
so security's at a premium.

While the public sector
still runs this prison,

let's show Linford Securities
how it's done.

- Hear, hear.
- (Woman) Too right.

Word is, when Bostock
takes over, you're leaving.

Only some of us were wondering.

We're not there yet, Di.

No, but if you are stepping down
it's only right we should know.

l thought l'd made my feelings clear.

But prisons for profit
isn't a banner l'm happy to wave.

You are leaving, then?

l'd like to think
l've still got some principles.

Though l'm sure there are
those of us who will fit right in.

Oswyn and Tull are being moved
to Barkwith Hall Open today.

- What?
- Their good work's paid off.

Goodwill, pigswill.

They're a couple of old con women.

They've hardly chipped a hole
in their sentence.

Colin, you will escort Merriman
on a closed visit at 12.

- Yeah? Who with?
- Ritchie Atkins.

Special dispensation
from the number one.

l don't make the rules!

(Muttering)

You could nip in after Merriman.
Get a ride in his wheelchair.

Well...

- lf l haven't a hot offer for you two!
- Oh?

But it won't stay on the table for long.

How do you fancy
being transferred to an open?

An open what?

Barkwith Open.
lt's a prison, but without bars.

There's fresh air,
green fields, working farm.

Day trips into the local town.

You mean...leave here?

l'll have to have a word,
but l think l can pull it off for you.

Well, it's a very generous offer.

Not really. lt'll cost you
my thousand pounds to secure.

Have it biked over to me
this afternoon in cash

and l'll have you out by tea time.

But Mrs Hollamby. We explained.

- We are as broke as you.
- Duped by our own bank.

There's nothing left.

No one with an ounce of money sense
would put all of it in one place.

You can stay here with the scrubbers

or you can upgrade
to Her Majesty's health farm.

lt's up to you.
You've got till lunch time.

Sod the stinking countryside.
All dead things and bad smells.

Who in their right mind
would swap a bar for a barnyard?

See, if l was using,
they'd be as steady as a rock.

These past couple of weeks,
knowing you rumbled me,

it's been a bit of a wake-up call.

Made me take a look at myself.

lt's what l live for,
turning screws' lives around.

l've been kidding myself so long.

Everyone l know.
But you can't kid a kidder, right?

l even got myself
to an NA meeting last night.

Nearly made it through the door and all.

You want a sob story,
ask any girl in here.

l know l've been a bastard, Yvonne,
but l ain't all that bad.

l thought that came
with the job description.

l'm saying there might be ways
we can help each other.

Make life sweeter for both of us.

l want you...to trust me, Yvonne.

No. You want me to keep my gob shut.

l'll prove it. l happen to know
your son's coming in today.

A closed visit with Merriman.

l don't need to tell you that,
but l see what he means to you.

l thought you'd rather hear it from me
in case some gob gave...

Everything all right?

Yeah...fine.

So keep the noise down, yeah?

Hope l didn't interrupt anything there.

Piss off, Fenner.

Go on, get down to breakfast
before it gets cold.

- (Thud)
- (Yvonne) Oi!

Merriman.

You kept that quiet, didn't ya?
Your little visit.

Over my dead body.

You don't understand.
l'm gonna tell him we're finished.

This is the last time
l'm ever gonna see him.

- This is a wind-up.
- lt's you he needs now, not me.

l need to see him one last time
to say goodbye.

(Snowball) You've gotta believe me,
Yvonne!

- Good morning!
- lD, please.

(Chuckles) Oh, come on!

l see.

Biggins, Christopher. OK?

Oh, right, yeah.

The presentation.

l'm sorry, Mr Biggins,
but we got procedures.

- Can l have your bag, please?
- There's no need.

There is if you want to go any further.

Look...

Wallet, mobile...

What were you expecting,
grappling irons?

For God's sake,
l've been invited by the governor!

The same governor will have
my backside if l don't do my job.

So...the bag, please.

Nerves carry messages, see?
From your brain.

lt's what makes everything move.

Only with Lennox, they're not as quick.

lt's why his arms and legs
get confused, innit?

(Bored) Fascinating...

But cos we fixed a motor,
he can get about however bad he gets.

Cos he don't have to push himself.

l know you hate her,
but l thought she was the key

to getting Ritchie back on his feet.

Did l say that?
Just shows you how stupid l can be.

Right, listen up. You lot?

We all know what we gotta do
this morning.

But you take your lead from me.

(Babs) Are you sure this is the right way?
These things can spiral out of control.

Not with me in charge.

lt's our only chance, Babs.
They won't listen to us otherwise.

Here, who is this Biggles bloke?
Do l know him?

By the end of the day,
he'll definitely know who we are.

(Laughter)

What's Atkins and her coven
cooking up now?

She goes to the bog, you read into it.

When you've been here
as long as l have, you read the signs.

Or are you saying l don't know my job?

- Course not.
- Good.

Cos during this presentation,

you're going up on the threes
to give her cell a spin.

Think you might find something
this time.

(Knock at door)

Please, come in.

Mr Grayling, our governor.
This is Mr Biggins.

Christopher, please.

l take it you found us all right?

Twice round the ring road,
a light roasting on the gate.

What next, a strip search?

l know it seems strange to civilians,

but every visitor
must undergo routine checks.

A little Hitler confiscated
the entire contents of my bag.

What did he think l was going to do
with a packet of Rennies?

We'll try to make the rest of
your time here less intrusive.

Can l just say how thrilled we are,
staff and inmates alike,

that you've taken time out
from your busy schedule.

lt's part curiosity,
seeing inside a women's prison.

Within These Walls.
Huge Googie Withers fan.

Well, the women
were glad they could help.

So many children need our help.
Thousands every year.

But if Kids On Wheels UK
can just get one up and mobile...

Well, ''Every single chair
shows how much we care.''

Hey, after today, me and Lennox
is gonna be famous, miss.

Better get my autograph now, innit?

You'll feel the back of my hand
if you don't form a line.

All of you! Come on, come on!

Move it!

Oh, what's it to be, girls?

Premiere or photo shoot?

We want to look our best
for the papers, miss.

Always wanted to have
the paparazzi after me.

Oh, Ju, lovely. Right there.
Gotcha. (Clicks) Nice!

lt's more likely to be
grubby newspaper than glossy... Ooh!

- You all right, miss?
- You've gone green.

You sure you're not sickening?

Actually, l've never felt better.
Not in my entire life.

When Mr Biggins makes his speech,

l suggest any jokers in the pack
keep their comments to themselves.

He's not gonna bang on for hours, is he?

He'll ''bang on''
as long as he likes, Blood,

and you'll stand there,
smile sweetly, and listen.

Clock's ticking.
l take it you've thought about it.

Long and hard, Mrs Hollamby.

Yes, but it wasn't
a hard decision in the end.

Anyone in his right mind
could see that.

Which is why
we've decided to stay put.

At Larkhall.

- What?
- l never was very good at change.

Anyway, we've settled in now.

l had enough upping sticks
hither and thither as an army brat.

Besides, there's all
the new friends we've made.

lt takes time to get to know
people as well as, say, we know you.

lt would be a shame
to throw all that away now.

Muddy fields and cow dung,
quite frankly, give me the creeps.

Concrete over the bloody lot,
that's what l say.

l swear, ten miles outside the M25,
l start shaking.

At least l'll have that thought
to keep me warm at night.

Kids On Wheels UK
want to say a very special thank you

to all the women
who put so much time and effort

into making this wonderful
machine for young Winston.

Lennox! That's his real name, innit?

When l spoke to the care home
yesterday, they emphasised to me

just how excited
the little boy in question is.

Receiving a customised chair,
especially one as marvellous as this,

why, it's like Christmasses
and birthdays all rolled into one.

lt will warm the cockles of all our hearts
to know that in a couple of hours,

he'll be racing around
like a demented Damon Hill.

You'll tell him
it was his mum's idea, yeah?

And l done it cos l love him.

That's enough, Lester!

Maybe a good moment
for a piccie or two?

Could all those involved
please make your way forward?

Let's see.
Just stand over here for me...

You must be the kid's mum.

Buki Lester.

Been separated
from your son long, Buki?

Only all his life.

Must be hard,
on top of being locked in here.

Kills me a bit every day.

So l came up with this.
The care home won't let me see him.

You don't just stop loving
your own flesh, do you?

Thank you, Buki.

lf you're looking for names...

You two!
These are the faces behind the scenes.

Two newcomers to our fold,
but they've made their mark.

And for all their hard work
and community spirit,

l'm delighted to announce
that Phyllida Oswyn and Beverley Tull

are being granted a transfer to Barkwith
Hall Open Prison this afternoon!

(Applause)

That's so kind of you, Mr Grayling,
but we're happy here.

Just knowing we've helped
that poor crippled child

is all the thanks we need.

Which is exactly
the kind of selflessness

we like to reward at Larkhall.

Say cheese.

This way, ladies, please!

Honestly, Mr Grayling,
we have settled in here.

You'll thank me when you get there.

Di, escort the ladies
back to their room. Better get packing!

- Come on, girls!
- Miss Barker.

What about our work in the greenhouse?

Could we take a couple of cuttings,
say, one pot each?

Oh, please.
They're like our babies, you see.

Oh, go on, then, but be quick.

This is how to work the press machine.

lnmate initiative, charity linked -
story writes itself.

l'm very impressed, Neil.

What's more, our investors will be.

Can we just drop
the name Linford Security

to a couple of broadsheets?

(Cell door slams)

(Flushes)

One for the road?

Oh, a quick one.

l do hope Hollamby
doesn't come to say goodbye.

l might have to just spit
in her smug, ugly mug.

Well, just remember who conned whom
out of a thousand smackers

and look forward to
plucking our next golden goose.

Same again?

Oh, go on. Twist my arm.

Ritchie!

(Yvonne) Ritchie!

Shut it, Atkins.
This isn't your party. Got me?

lt's not yours either, mate.
l can promise you that.

You should be
very proud of yourself, Buki.

l'm sure that your son
will be delighted.

Chris, check the lights out, man.
They flash and everything.

Speedy. lt's fantastic!

(Neil) lt's time for residents
to go back for their lunch

so can l just say thank you
to the press for their interest,

to Linford Securities' management team

who didn't need to come today

but continue to show their
100 per cent commitment and support

and last, but by no means least,

to the man from Kids On Wheels UK,
Mr Christopher...

This way, girls! Mind the bump!

Aagh!

Come back now!

Right, everyone. Back inside. Move it!

(Neil) Our officers
will show everyone back inside.

lt's just a silly prank.

Right, everyone, inside.
Come on, move it.

What are you doing?

Oh, God.

Let's get this under control fast.

Christopher, we're so sorry about this.

But no harm will come to you.

What about Lennox?
You said you wouldn't mess it up.

Fat ponce has scratched the paint.

Listen, ladies...

Christopher is here as our guest.

Bit of respect, yeah?

We've got a few complaints

about the changes
they wanna make around here.

(Ladies) Yeah, right.

We can't exactly lobby the local council
or have a one-to-one with our MP.

So you're the best way
of us getting heard.

Whatever points you're making,
can you please do it quickly?

l need the bathroom.

Well, that sort of
depends on them out there.

Tell you what, Chris,
we'll turn our backs.

Oh, my God.

Thanks.

l'll let G Wing know you're here.

Won't be long now.

Romeo 2 to Golf 2.

Jim, l've got Ritchie Atkins here.

l'll send them down as soon as.

Ritchie Atkins has arrived,
so when you're ready...

and...when you've finished
with the son...

Atkins's cell spin.
l take it you got lucky?

- No, not this time.
- That's funny.

l'm not fitting her up for this, Fenner.

There was nothing there, OK?

You know there was.
Cos l made bloody sure of it.

Either you're not doing your job
or you two have something going.

(Sylvia) You're needed outside!

They've only taken
Christopher Biggins flaming hostage.

Go and help Sylvia
put the women on lockdown.

And Hedges...l'm on to you.

(Cell doors banging)

Why are we banged up in here, miss?

We ain't done nothing wrong. lt ain't fair.

What's going on?

Shut up, you stupid cows!
Don't do this, not now!

What the hell are they up to?

Might be a bit radical,
but...why don't you ask them?

(Journalist) Nice move.

All right, Atkins. You have
ten seconds to explain yourselves.

l wanna know what this is all about.

We might be locked up, Grayling,
but we're not idiots.

Privatising this place
will make our lives a whole lot worse.

And we don't want it.

And we don't want that pillock
as our governor.

(Various women) We don't want it!

Get the press out of here.

What, and make martyrs of them?

This is our chance to show
how we handle troublemakers.

We deal with this right,
we get public opinion on our side.

lt's not your decision yet.

No, Karen, it's mine.

Eric's right, we've nothing to hide.

Don't just stand there,
show some muscle.

(Camera shutters whirring)

You'll get nowhere keeping
a member of the public hostage.

Let Mr Biggins walk free,
and then maybe we can talk.

You'll have to do better
than that, Grayling.

We're not messing about in here.

Bottom line is,

nobody moves until
Linford Securities drop their bid.

(Ladies) Yeah!

(Camera shutters whirring)

Radio all wings.
l want everyone on riot alert.

- Already?
- Necessary precautions, Karen.

The last thing l intend is to storm in.

They don't know that!

Karen Betts, voice of the people.

Shouldn't you be in there with them?

Coming to you, babe.

(Keys jangling in lock)

What's going on?
l heard all the screaming and shouting.

There's a bit of a crisis.

You are still taking me on me visit?

l'll do what l can,
but you have to bear with me.

You can't leave me like this.

What's going down out there,
l should be stopping all visits.

You don't understand.

He's weak, in pain,
he's come from his hospital bed.

Please! lt'll only take a few minutes.
l've got to see him!

l'm putting myself
on the line here, Merriman.

(Yvonne) Don't overdo it, eh, Al?

So are you a proper actor then?

Mr Biggins played
a wonderful Nero in l, Claudius.

My first husband and l
were riveted to it.

Flattered. Thank you.

Porridge! That's it! You were...

Lukewarm.

l knew it, Ju.

So it in't your first time in a nick!

Not a real one, of course!

lf we're stuck here for hours,
you're our entertainment.

Yeah, go on, Mr Biggins!

That'd be great!
What are you gonna do?

l-lt's not easy...
l mean, what do you want?

Shakespeare? Dylan Thomas?

Anything. We're not fussy.

Just get on and act, right?

- Keep up, Merriman.
- Sir.

(Camera shutters whirring)

l haven't been feeling well all day.
Perhaps if l go home?

Wife of the governor slips away,
first sign of trouble?

You shouldn't have come in.

- Are we doing this or what?
- Let's not jump the gun.

The longer we leave him,
the bigger the risk.

Jim's right. Giving them time's
playing into their hands.

Let alone the time and money wasted.

How quickly can you get
a list of early release dates?

Couple of minutes.

Then we'll have this done in ten.

l'm on my way, guv.

''All the world's a stage,

''and all the men and women
merely players;

''They have their exits
and their entrances,

''and one man in his time
plays many parts,

''his acts being seven ages.''

- This is pish!
- Shh!

''At first the infant, mewling and puking
in his nurse's arms.''

- No wonder we haven't heard of him.
- l'm doing my best!

- What do you want, prossie jokes?
- Prossie jokes?

- Excuse me?
- Punters is the only jokes we know.

Sorry. Er, no offence intended.

Well, l was enjoying your Jaques.

Thank you, Barbara.

- Cop a load of that.
- What the hell?

Cor, l knew them old girls
was up to something.

What's that?

Bloody hell!
There's a bleedin' booze factory here!

You're kidding!

Well, we can't complain about
the porter service this time.

And our own chauffeur-driven
carriage awaits.

(Laughter)

- Everyone...
- Where's your manners, Al?

Fill our guest up first.

- Down the hatch.
- Come on, man!

(Coughs violently)

- Actually, it's not half bad.
- (Whooping and laughter)

They've got booze in there.
How the hell did that happen?

l have no idea.

Get them out fast
before it turns into a bloody disaster.

Go get your phone,
tell the news desk we got a front page.

Sir.

There was a young woman from Arabia

who had a tattoo on...

(Neil) Anyone refusing to leave
in the next ten minutes

will be denied all applications
to the parole board.

This is a serious offence.
There will be serious consequences.

Oh, sod that!
Let's head for the bunker!

Come on! Bring the hooch!

Now what are they bloody...?

(Laughter)

Two of you stay here.
Everybody else, round the back!

Get that trolley!

(Laughter)

This stops now
or you can all forget your parole.

- Cock off!
- (Laughter)

Neil, a word.

Still holding off on the storm troopers?

Why not slip into
your red cape and tights?

Show Bostock and the boys
what you're made of.

There's no need for strong-arm tactics.

Knock the fight out of them,
then pick them off one by one.

You've got 15 minutes, max.

Oh, God. Look at you.

Snowball...

Got everything with you, babe?

Just seeing you again.

Together forever now, right?

What you got there, Merriman?

Nothing, sir. Just tissue.

l've got a cold.

Come on, doll. l need you with me.

Buki Lester, listen very carefully.

Lester, you're due
for early release in six months' time.

Step out now, or you will serve the
remaining 18 months of your sentence.

Surely he can't do this?
Who does he think he is?

Judge and jury in here, mate.
He can do what he likes.

- Don't even think about it.
- What about Lennox?

Anyone who wants to get out can.

l won't keep mums
away from their babies

cos the screws play dirty.

Buki Lester, this is your final chance.

You've got to, innit?

(Sighs) Yeah, well, l ain't.

Not if you lot are staying.

But we ain't got nothing to lose.

You'll be doing your time
half over again.

We're all in this, innit?

l ain't letting you down.

You've done your bit, Buki.
Don't be a bleedin' hero.

- Girls?
- Come on, Ju.

Come on, out you go.

(Yvonne) The rest of you,
weigh up your own odds.

That's very thoughtful.

Contrary to popular opinion,

we don't spend all day
scratching each other's eyes out.

She's devoted to that child.

He's the reason
she kicked her crack habit

and stopped cutting herself to ribbons.

Cutting herself?

lt's hard to imagine that depth of despair,

when your only sense of self-worth
comes from cutting your skin.

(Neil) Barbara Hunt.

l love you forever, babes.

l'm coming, darling.

(Retches and coughs)

Can't wait, sweetheart.

No, Ritchie, wait. Wait!

Hey!

Don't do this.
Spit them out! Spit them out!

(Neil) Barbara Hunt.

You've 30 seconds
to step outside and give yourself up

or you lose all right
to your early release date.

You don't have to do this for us, Babs.

You can't wait to be with Henry.

We're standing up for what's right.

- lsn't that what Jesus did?
- And look what happened to him!

Henry would be with us if he could.

lf he loves me
as much as he says he does...

Barbara Hunt...

you've lost the right to apply
for conditional licence

and will now serve the remaining
350 days of your sentence.

Well...it'll give me a chance
to keep an eye on old Bodybag.

(Both) We'll look after you, Babs.

(Biggins) l think it's barbaric.

Bunch of jackbooted shits.

(Snowball) No, let me go!
He's waiting for me!

Get an ambulance, for Christ's sake!
Get her to the hospital wing!

- Got her.
- Shit!

Well, l must say, and l must say again,
you're all being tremendously brave.

But don't you think
you'll make things worse?

(Yvonne) lt's this
or let them walk all over us.

- Yeah, right.
- They won't back down now.

Not in front of the press.

(Biggins) You've no food, water.

Who needs water?

l'm saying, if it's a waiting game
you're thinking of playing,

l'm afraid they hold all the trump cards.

Except one.

You.

lf we give up, what have we achieved?

Apart from serving our full sentences?

You've made a stink in public.
lt'll make the papers.

Walk out now
and you can hold your heads high.

There are other ways of getting heard.

You can't be the only ones
against this privatisation.

Most of the screws think it's shit and all.

There you are. You can't take it
all on your shoulders.

All women refusing to leave
the workshop in five minutes

will forfeit all privileges

and remain on basic regime
for the remainder of their sentence.

Shit, man.

- What, and lose our jobs?
- My education.

Pile the pressure on any more,
this thing will explode.

We've got most of them out.

Except the bloody hostage!

- (Man) Guv?
- Mm?

- Bog off!
- (Yvonne) Like Christopher says,

we wanted to make a point
and we've made it.

l say we walk.

- (Al) Bollocks.
- Let's get in there.

l'll tell you when.

You want to go back
to your warm cosy cell, do you?

We do what most of us want to do.

- That's how it works.
- This is how it works.

Any of you take a step closer
to that door, l cut him.

Nobody leaves here unless l say so.

Everybody back off. Slowly.

(Mobile rings)

Yes?

Colin, what is it?

Come any nearer
and l'll stick him like a pig.

l ain't moving.

You see me moving?

Who made you head effing honcho
anyway, Atkins?

Why, you reckon you've got
more of what it takes, Al?

l'm showing you who's boss now, eh?

Respect where it's due, Al.

But you should learn...

to zip up your flies.

l'm sorry.

- Are you all right?
- Just catching my breath.

l'm sorry.

- That wasn't meant to happen.
- Always one bad apple.

- She's the maggot, innit?
- She always was.

- Come on!
- No!

No one's stopping you now.

Go!

Get your priorities right, Fenner.
What about that bitch?

You're my number one priority, Atkins.
Always have been.

Take her down the block!

- Mr Biggins, you're not hurt?
- Still in one piece, l think.

Colin!

- How?
- l...

lt was a bloody closed visit.

He was searched at the gate.
She was on CC.

- l don't know.
- No! Not good enough.

Maybe he swallowed his pills
before he got here.

But she had enough
stashed on her to kill a horse!

How the hell
did she get them past you?

When it kicked off outside.

Did you search her
before escorting her down?

Oh, shit.

l got to her
before she managed it though.

Fine. l'm sure her mum
will be made up.

What am l gonna tell Yvonne?

What went on in there?
Were you in fear of your life?

Mr Biggins won't answer questions.

No, please. l want to.

- (Camera shutters whirr)
- Yes is the answer.

l thought l was being hijacked
by dangerous criminals.

l found that most were ordinary women
who'd never had a chance.

l apologise to my hosts
for not toeing the party line.

There's only one person l've met today
who makes a business of taking lives.

You, sir.

(PO) Come here! Come on!

- Come on!
- Will you stay still?

- (Mouths)
- Come on! Move it!

God, it must be 100 per cent proof!

- (Sniffs)
- This was their game all along!

They don't call themselves
the Costa Cons for nothing. Jesus!

That's not the worst of it.

They've got
Christopher Biggins on side.

We'll be having his celebrity pals
getting on the bandwagon.

lt'll take more than
a venture capitalist to bail us out.

Yvonne!

Who got hurt?

What is this?

What have you done?

Ritchie?

Ritchie?

(Sobs) Ritchie!

Well, you've certainly
got your work cut out.

Not me, Neil.

- We're withdrawing our bid.
- What?

Linford Securities are a business.

There's no way l can convince
the board to take on Larkhall now.

My insurer's been on the phone.

lt's like a bloody war zone, man.

And it's all yours.

What, so that's it?

He's the one insisted the press stay.

Jesus!

A suicide, a riot...

a hostage-taking...

We really sold the place.

What about the rest of us?

Our jobs?

Can you see a bunch
of new recruits lining up now?

Area will be breathing down
my neck every second of every day.

Bang goes my holiday.

What's this, a surprise?

A fortnight in Sitges.

l love Spain.

With Tony.

You're going on holiday
with your boyfriend?

Was. l'll have to postpone it.

Till when?

lf you go on holiday with that man,

l will spread your dirty secret
like muck off a slurry truck.

Good!

You'll be doing me a favour
cos you know what, Di?

l am really past caring.

Oh! So that's what you want, is it?

People laughing at ya? Making fun?

Cos l am telling you, Neil,

having ''queer'' scratched
on your desk won't be the half of it!

You!

This is you?

l only did it cos l love you.

See that? You wrote it,
but can you read it?

You know what it really says?

l am not yours to have!

That's what!

So spread your little rumour
because as far as l'm concerned,

it's time this charade was over!

- l can't!
- OK, then l'll do it for you.

A coming-out party on the wing.

They won't believe ya!

Not if l give them
my announcement first!

What announcement?

l'm pregnant!

And it's yours.

Celebrating?

So you finally got what you wanted.

- With help from your friends.
- Shut it, Jim.

You, Atkins, all girls together.
The sodding sisterhood.

l said, shut it.

Atkins has more to worry about
than your big plans.

Ritchie OD'd
in the visiting room this afternoon.

Almost lost Merriman as well.
Some crazy suicide pact.

So...Merriman finally finished him off.

But not herself.

(Sniffs)

Trust a woman to botch it.

And a bloke to let them
pull it off under his nose.

Hedges.

Col's done him a favour.
Better off out of it.

No legs and a dodgy middle stump.

Tell that to Yvonne, you sick bastard!

Bereavement counselling's
your department, love.

(Sighs)

You, er, sure you couldn't
do with some yourself?

Maybe not.

You and him...
hardly Romeo and Juliet, was it?

We tried to...

l'm so sorry.

24-hour suicide watch.

(Julies) We're all here for you, babe!

(Barbara) l'll say
a special prayer for Ritchie.

(Denny) Love you, Yvonne.
You stay strong, yeah?

(TV) 'There was a nice surprise today
for one boy

'when TV star Christopher Biggins

'visited
Ashford Wood children's home,

'presenting a young CMT sufferer

'with his very own
customised wheelchair.'

'This chair was made for you
by a group of very special ladies

'and one very special lady in particular.

'Do you know who that is?

'Her name's Buki,
and she's your mum.'

'Thank you, Mum,
for the wheelchair!'

Looks like cocaine to me.
Soon find out.

You bastard.
You planted that shit.

Trying to set me up?

Feel that?

- That's a lump, innit?
- Yeah.

What if it's bleedin' cancer, Ju?

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