All language subtitles for Bad Girls s05e12.eng

How long have l got?

About 78°/º of women with cancer
like yours survive for over five years.

Five bleedin' years?

lf Betts is up for the chop,
this place will be run by liars.

You what?

They're stitching her up.

Merriman planted another suicide note.
Police found it.

''Mr Fenner is all right.
But she wants him out of Larkhall.

''l don't know why
Miss Betts hates him so much.''

lt's all rubbish. Lies.

Karen Betts has screwed up big time, Di.

We're looking at a new wing governor.
Play our cards right, that could be you.

- l've got a surprise for you.
- A camera?

l'm sorry, Karen, l did what l could.
But Area, they're adamant.

They want you off G Wing
and out of Larkhall.

You're sacked.

This is ludicrous. lf anyone's head
should roll, it's Fenner's.

He's the prime bloody problem
on G-Wing.

Tell that to
the investigating officer, Karen.

But you know where the buck stops.

Right, well, you'd better
accept my resignation.

- Let me work my notice.
- That is not an option.

(Scoffs) lt's my only chance
to clear my name.

Unless you're trying to humiliate me.

Don't be ridiculous.

You're only humiliating yourself,
dragging this out.

Maybe. But if you don't let me try,
l'll take you to a tribunal.

Don't pretend you can threaten me.

What if it came out about
you sexually assaulting Fenner?

Night of your stag party, wasn't it?

Well, that's a load of crap. As l'm sure
he wouldn't hesitate to confirm.

People might think it's why
you're protecting his mucky past.

You're on a hiding to nothing, Karen.

There you go.

Come on, quickly.
Come on, down you come.

Come on, girls. Come on. That's it.

(Man) Keep coming, down you come.

Come on.
Come on, quickly now. Come on.

Come on, give us your bag.

Noreen flaming Biggs.

Won't you ever learn?

Don't tell me, miss.
lt's the police that need the lecture.

Locking up an old lady,

just for forgetting to pay
for her son's birthday present.

15 silk ties. How many necks
has he got, then?

You know...

there are some countries
look after their old people.

l'd be better off living in Calcutta.
(Coughs)

State of you. You want to stop
that disgusting habit.

(Coughs) Here, l paid
good money for those!

l doubt that very much.

And you can put that out for starters.

OK, let's get her processed
and down to D Wing.

D Wing? No, all me mates
is up on G Wing.

Prison isn't a social club.
You should know that by now.

Come on, miss. l ain't well.

l need a few familiar faces round me.

You're lucky you won't see more of mine.

Give her a twirl. l'll do the mugs.

You all right, Tine?

Brilliant! Can't believe
you wangled it - me own cell!

Yeah, well, you deserve it, love.

- So...any luck with the photos?
- Maybe.

Don't piss me about.
lf you have, just give us the camera.

l'm sorry.

lt's just that l'm...
Well, l'm in a difficult position.

What, cos of the camera or cos...
you know, you fancy me?

You do, don't ya?

Course l do. Who wouldn't?

You can snog me if you like.

l've...got to be professional, love.

Can't mouth off about Hedges and Atkins
if l'm doing the same.

l won't say nothing.

And that's why
l wouldn't take advantage.

l've got to keep my feelings to myself.
l've got principles.

So, have you got anything for me?

No, sorry.

l seen them together
but l ain't got close enough.

l'm trying.

Don't waste the films for the sake of it.

All l need is one good shot, right?

(Cell door opens)

You coming back to work, Tine?

Just, er, make sure you dry
the floor properly, right?

Don't want any accidents, do we?

l heard about your husband.
Bloody shame.

Mouth shut, turn head.

Just saying so you'll understand.

Truth is, l'm on my way out too,
Miss Hollamby.

- Other side.
- Straight up.

l've been told what's what

and don't want to spend
the rest of my days with strangers.

That's why l come back here, innit?

What you've cost taxpayers
over the years, you're due no favours.

Taxpayer will get his.
l've got a few quid under me mattress.

All stolen, l'm sure.

l've got no one to leave it to.

What about your son with the 15 necks?

He'd just drink it.

The booze he could buy with four grand.

No, l'd rather leave it
to them that cares for me.

l can't take it with me, can l?

Dabs.

What l'm saying is,

if my little nest egg can help me
through my final hour,

well, that's what it's for, innit?

Rainy day? lt's bleedin'
pouring down now, miss.

Yes, well, there are
some things you can't buy.

- And l'm one of them.
- Wouldn't be buying nothing.

A favour for a favour, that's all.

Does the donkey sanctuary
need it more than you?

(Coughs)

Here, l'll get you some water.

Christ, Fenner's going to hang me
out to dry when you're gone.

Not necessarily. l've negotiated
some time to work my notice.

And l'll need your help to use it.

You ain't gonna use my affidavit?
You said it wasn't enough to nail him.

Pimping a prisoner?
Coercing another officer to plant drugs?

Should be, shouldn't it?

With just your word for it,
it isn't, so don't panic.

We need something else to back it up.

Something more concrete.

Sit down.

Noreen!

Hello, girls. Hello, love.

- Are you back after my job again?
- Oh, yeah! ln your dreams!

- What you doing back?
- (Coughing)

Come to see how you're getting on.
What do you think of that?

(Coughs and wheezes)

l'm doing fine, Nor.
On the twos now. Got me own cell.

Got a bloke, and all.

Ooh, nice one, love! (Laughs)

Who is it, bit of crumpet from the works?

No, it's a secret.

What, from me and your mates?

Totally unfit for any labour.

She said she was ill, but you know
these lying lead-swingers.

- She's ready to cough her last.
- Poor old stick.

No, poor old me's got to find
her a bed on the hospital wing.

No, Malcolm. lt's my burden.

Until needs absolutely must.

OK.

(Coughs and wheezes) Sorry.

How did it go, then?

Erm... (Sniffs)

- She's leaving?
- Done deal.

Oh, my God. Seriously?

She'll have to work her notice
but the job's as good as yours.

Notice? But l thought
you were giving her the sack.

But under the circumstances,
it's quicker to let her resign.

Don't worry, l'll have it
in writing first thing tomorrow.

Cheer up, it's happening.
lt's just a little wait.

Think of it as time
to prepare for your interview.

(Yvonne) Look what the cat dragged in!

(Excited chatter)

What are you doing here?

Needed a holiday, didn't l?

So...thinks to meself, mm, Larkhall.

Where else, eh? (Laughs)

(Wheezes, coughs and retches)

You're not well, Noreen.
You shouldn't be in this dump.

Come on, sit down.

(Breathless) l'm fine.

This is where l wanna be.

Well, we can't expect you to climb stairs.

Someone will have to shift.

Well, l'll go.
Get me away from these dykes.

You, Hoskins.
Get your stuff. You're moving.

Wait here, Noreen. Get your breath back.

Oh. Thanks, miss.

(Denny) Someone slipped Bodybag
a nice pill or what?

- l'll get you a cuppa, love.
- Oh, thanks, Ju. Nice one.

There's a bugger
l hoped l'd never see again.

Oh. He's a gent, really.

He's pretty fit for his age and all.

Oh, my God.

- Don't tell me...
- Don't say nothing. Promise?

Jim Fenner's your worst nightmare, Tine.

He's done a lot for me. Honest.

(Croaking) What the bleedin' hell for?

Tell me he ain't been fiddling with you.

No. But he wants to.

Obviously. He says he fancies me rotten

but it's against
professional conduct, innit?

What everyone says
about him being evil, yeah?

lt's just bollocks.

Yeah. And l'm Victoria Beckham.

- There you go, love.
- Oh. Thanks, love.

- How's your other half?
- Ju?

Oh, she's having a lie-down just now.

(Coughs and wheezes)

l could do with one of them myself.

OK, Noreen. Let's get you settled.

Bring your tea.
Come on, you're in number five.

See you.

- (Coughs)
- Hurry up, come on. That's it.

l won't be a minute.

There you are. All comfy now.

Couldn't do me... Couldn't do me
a favour, could you, miss?

- What's that, then?
- Me old job.

ln the servery. Working with Tina.

lt's how l'd like to spend
what little time l've got left.

To be honest, l think that girl
could do with looking after.

(Coughs)

But you've been told you're not fit.

You can't go coughing all over the food.
lt's not hygienic.

My last will and testament, miss.

Just need a pen to fill your name in.

(Wheezes)

l don't know, Noreen,
but if it's what you really want...

it's better than you lying here
on your own worrying.

- There's two Ls.
- Oh. (Mutters)

You'll need to get it signed by
two witnesses to make it legal.

- You coming to watch Corrie?
- Two ticks, love.

- Witnesses?
- Best not inmates, though.

l'll ask the nurse.
She comes round to give the medicines.

Right, well, early rise tomorrow for,
erm...servery duties.

l don't know why anybody
calls you a fat Nazi, miss.

As far as l'm concerned,
you're a bloody saint. (Coughs)

Here! l saved you a seat.

- Jammie Dodger, Nor?
- Oh, thanks.

(Karen) Noreen Biggs is back
but go easy on her.

She's gone downhill since her last visit,
looks like death warmed up.

And the senior investigator's coming in

as part of the prison service inquiry
into Merriman's death.

Now, l know the rumour machine's
been hard at it.

So my letter of resignation
won't come as any surprise.

Now they can have
their very own fall guy.

Well, it's a big woman can admit
she's not up to the job.

Don't worry, Jim,
l'll be working out my notice.

There's plenty of time for goodbyes.

(Di) Can l just say
you'll be much missed?

Look, erm, me and Neil are having drinks
at the end of afternoon shift.

Anyone on a split's invited.

Maybe we could raise a glass
for Miss Betts then.

(Murmurs of approval)

Well, thank you, Di.
OK, folks. Open shop.

What's this? lt's not Neil's birthday, is it?

No, just a get-together. Don't be late.

- Wotcha, Nor!
- l brought you another helper.

Oh, here we go. Déjà bloody vu.

So what, am l on shit parcels now?

Keep your hair on, Johnston.
What's left of it.

She's here to assist, not take over.

l've told her
not to do anything strenuous.

Any heavy lifting you can do yourselves.

You've made a sick woman
very happy, miss. l won't forget it.

Mind you take it easy
or Dr Nicholson will have my backside.

Ooh!

- (Coughs)
- lt'll be just like old times.

- Remember them cheese straws?
- My secret recipe.

We can make 'em for the girls tonight.
Something special, eh?

Yeah, well, we got 80 lunches
to dish out first. Get moving.

l'll fetch this up to Ju.

Right namby-pamby she turned into
since she took up this poetry lark.

Ain't no one told you, Nor?

Ju's got breast cancer.

That's what took the stuffing out of her.

Oh. l see.

Bollocks.

Ain't right, at her age.

Least l lived a life.

Eh?

l'm for it, love.

Not in me boobs.
Just everywhere else.

Lungs, liver...

l'm riddled.

Shit!

- You said you was OK!
- Oi!

Oi, stop that.

l ain't here for tears.

l come back cos this is
where l wanna pop off.

With me mates, right?

So best not go telling anyone else,
all right?

l promise.

- Promise?
- l promise.

Right. Right.

So...slap a smile on your face

and let's make the most.

Bleedin' hell, Ju.
You've got to eat something.

What's the matter?
You was doing so well.

See how big your appetite is
when they tell you you're dying.

- No one said that.
- Yeah?

Do you know how many thousands
that bastard kills each year?

l'll be lucky if l last another five.
That's what they said.

You're a stupid bitch, talking like that.
Sometimes l think you wanna bloody die.

Top-up?

Wonder what this is all in aid of?

They're up to something.
lt's all over Grayling's face.

- Karen?
- Oh, thanks.

How'd it go with the inspectors?

l made sure he knows who l'd sling out.

(Neil) OK, everyone, please?

Erm, the reason
Di and l have invited you here

is, er, because we have
something to announce.

(Sylvia) Well, it's never twins.

We wanted to tell you before
the Chinese whispers start.

Since so many of you
were involved in our wedding,

we felt we owed it to you to be honest.

Di and l, well, we're getting divorced.

l know it's a shame
but it's all perfectly amicable.

Yeah. Yes.

We realised it was
a mistake for both of us.

We still love each other

but things have been
going wrong for some time.

Well, far be it from me,

but may l point out
you have a baby on the way?

Yes. Yes. Erm...

This is the bit you've been waiting for.

Er...l've got a new partner. Tony.

Yes, that's Tony for Anthony.

Sweet Jesus.

May l point out that l knew?
Neil wasn't unfaithful...

- it's just when things...
- Quite right.

Di's agreed to have the baby
on our behalf. A surrogate mother.

This just gets better and better.

l've never been one for school runs
and nappy changing myself.

And as l said, we're all still friends
and everybody's happy.

So, go ahead, have a good old gossip
and then let's get on with our jobs.

- Well...
- Oh, yeah.

But first a toast...to Karen.

ln appreciation...and respect.

Ugh! Spare me.

Well, the bar's still open.

What's up?

Some lawyer. Wants to come
and see me about my trial.

Why? You saying you done it, innit?

Good excuse for a skive, though.

Aye, right enough.

Maybe l should kill somebody else,
get the whole week off shit parcels.

lf you want suggestions,
start with that wanker Hedges.

Can't stand the bastard.

Cheese straw, ladies?

With your cuppa? Freshly made.

(Pointedly) Thank you very much,
Noreen. Mmm, delicious!

Makes a change from
the mouldy buns we usually get.

- Yeah.
- Sorry. Very nice they are too.

Leave it. Leave it now, Tine.
Come on, l need a sit-down.

lt's like a personal insult
every time l bring it up.

She thinks l'm trying to hurt her.

So l end up having to let her
help me so she feels better.

She can't understand
what's going on up here.

- She couldn't hack it.
- l wouldn't bet on it.

l've been there, remember?

Yeah, but he was dying, your Peter.

lt was a different kind of cancer
and very advanced, yes,

but when the person you love is ill,

you feel more for them
than for yourself.

Don't get me wrong,
l'm gonna fight this all the way,

but if the time were to come,
l'd want Ju to face up to it,

not pretend it weren't happening.

l used to get a lot of strength
from writing in my diaries,

just to unravel my thoughts.

Didn't l say there was something
funny going on in their house?

The things l saw.

l should have known then and there.

l'm not sure it's even legal.

The social workers will have
a field day over that baby.

l've a good mind to report them.

Yeah, well, crafty bugger's
untouchable now.

That's equal opportunities for you, Sylv.

Mm, and l'm going to have to
give Di some motherly advice.

Surprised?

Er...just a bit.

l mean, different strokes and all that.

People make mistakes, Colin,
but they can be corrected.

Neil's happy with Tony
and once this little one's born,

l'll be footloose and fancy-free.

Yeah, well done.

Be a sweetheart and get me a top-up.

Yeah.

Don't look so worried.
They've had the weekend to get over it.

They've had the weekend
to give it seven more heads.

Once the women on the wing find out...

Just keep smiling. No one can
say anything we haven't got covered.

- See you in there.
- Yeah... Oh! Mm-wah.

How's the new husband, then?

You're a formidable wit, Jim.

What you fail to realise is,
l'm happy with my life.

Can you say the same?

(Sylvia) Move it!

Come on, Biggs.

Or do l tell Julie and Tina
you're not up to it this morning?

Sick as l am,
l'll be there by Tina's side.

Someone's got to protect her
from you bloody perverts.

l beg your pardon?

You're nothing but a dirty old man,

taking advantage of a daft young girl
who don't know no better.

- So...what's she been saying?
- Huh!

She wouldn't need to say nothing.
l got eyes.

(Wheezes)

Now you listen to me.

Sling shit like that around
and l'll slit your bloody tongue.

Pay attention, grandma!

Cos l don't care how old you are -

you mess with me
and l'm gonna get dangerous.

- Got it?
- Let go, let go!

- Got it?
- (Breathless) Yeah. Let go.

- (Gasps)
- Good.

We understand each other then.

l'll tell the others
you'll be down in five, shall l?

- Watch what you're doing.
- Sorry.

- The prick wants something.
- Yeah, and l know what.

Sex and drugs.

Why don't you shut up?
She'd cut his dick off first.

- Well, l seen them...
- Shut it.

You're a liar.

l want the frigging truth.
Are you shagging that screw or what?

What you playing at,
gobbin' off like that?

Don't even try and lie to me
cos l'll know, yeah?

l'm not gonna lie to you.
l'm not gonna say nothing.

lt's my business, OK?

Shit.

Den, trust me.

You're out of order, man.

(Sylvia) Foster!

Taylor.

Piggott.

Biggs.

Biggs!

Took your time, then?

And l want more than a bleedin' asp...

Noreen!

- Help, for Christ's sake!
- Nor!

(Sylvia) No. Don't crowd her.

- Shit, Noreen.
- Can you hear me?

Stand back, give her some air.

What the hell did you say
to that old witch?

She's sick, Mr Fenner.
l trust her, she won't say nothing.

You better hope she croaks it
before she gets a chance,

you stupid fat cow.

(Karen) Get Dr Nicholson
down here, right now.

- Can you hear us, darlin'?
- Noreen!

l'm calling an ambulance.

(Wheezing) No.
No, l ain't going nowhere.

- l want to stay here.
- You need to be in hospital.

No way. l know what's what.

And l got rights. (Wheezes)

lt's her choice, isn't it?

l want that in writing.

Fit a cannula, keep her hydrated.

She'd be lucky to last the journey.

- Godspeed to her.
- Eh?

(Sylvia) l've got a soft spot,
if you must know.

She's a real character.

(Scoffs) ''Boil on the taxpayer's botty''
was how you put it last l heard.

- There you go.
- Oh, cheers.

Do you get up too early for
your girlfriend to make you tea?

Eh?

Does she do shift work as well?

Sylvia said the curtains
are always closed at your place

and l just assumed...well,
that somebody was having a lie-in.

l keep them closed
cos Sylvia's a nosy cow.

(Laughs hysterically)
You're dead funny, you.

Oh, l'm surprised you've still got
something to laugh about, Di.

You must be going through
hell on wheels with Neil.

Are you really going to
hand your baby to a pair of gays?

l've thought about it long and hard, Sylv.

l want my life back.

l wanna go out at night, see friends.

Can't do that with a baby, can you?

Well, l think it's ridiculous.

What's that you've got there?

Just a few of Noreen Biggs'
bits and pieces to put by her bed.

Make her feel at home in her final hours.

ls she really that bad?

- Journey's end.
- lt's awfully nice of you, Sylv.

l know what it's like to be on your own
without your things round you.

When are we gonna see
your new home then?

Colin says you've done it up a treat.

lt's not like l haven't asked
you round, Di.

You're only next door.
We could make a night of it.

No, honestly,
l wouldn't want to muscle in.

- Yes, you do!
- We get off early tomorrow.

How about roast chicken
with all the trimmings?

Fantastic! lt's a date, then.

Yeah.

(Sylvia) Here we are, Noreen.

Just brought you in
a few bits and pieces.

l never thought l'd see such kindness

from a screw.

Well, at the end of the day, Noreen,

we're all members
of the same human family.

Thought you might want these as well.
All things considered.

l don't know if l...
if l have the strength to draw.

l should think not.
These are the reason you're in this state.

Oh, l'm afraid it's me
you'll have to tell off, Doctor.

May as well speed her to her chosen end.

Well, l won't pretend
l haven't got better uses for a bed.

l don't doubt that, Malcolm.

l'm having a little dinner party
in my new flat tomorrow evening.

lf you're not otherwise engaged.

- Erm...
- (Noreen) Miss?

- Miss?
- Yes, dear?

(Noreen) l...

l need something else from my cell.

My will.

So as l can get it...get it witnessed...
like you said.

- You mean you haven't...?
- You know where it is, miss.

lf you could give it
to Tina O'Kane to give to me?

l just need a little chat before l go.

Right. Just you... Stay calm.

Well? l hope you have good news for me
with that flaming camera.

Well, nothing special.

l'm that worried about Noreen,
Mr Fenner.

Oh, for crying out loud.

lf Atkins and Hedges are at it,
you must be able to prove it.

Unless you've been lying as well as
shooting your stupid mouth off.

They are at it. l promise.

l just need more time.

l'm sick of your excuses, Tina.

Get me an award-winning picture pronto

cos l am seriously beginning
to lose my patience.

Right, you.
You're wanted on the hospital wing.

Say your goodbyes to old Noreen.

- Goodbyes?
- Make sure you give her this.

Quick, go on!

Here, you... you keep that safe, eh?

l just want to get everything
to the right person, right?

(Faintly) No time left.

Please, Nor. You can get better.

Don't talk daft, love. l'm buggered.

l need... l need to tell you
sorry before l go.

l know l promised you...

l couldn't help myself saying...

Fenner...needed...telling
to leave you... (Wheezes)

l know. l know what you done.

(Whispering) Let me finish.

You probably hate me now.

And l never wanted
to let you down, Tine.

But...he's bad in the head.

He's using you, darling.

And l wanted to stop him.

Tine, watch yourself. Please.

(Whispering) Promise me.

Promise me.

He's bad.

(Stops breathing)

(Sobs) Noreen!

Noreen!

What a friend we have in Jesus

All our sins and griefs to bear

What a privilege to carry

Everything to God in prayer

Please be seated.

And now, finally, at Noreen's request,

a few words from Tina O'Kane.

Noreen come back here
cos she knew she was dying.

She wanted to be surrounded
by the people she called her mates.

Us lot.

Well, she got her dying wish

and wanted to leave something
for the girls she felt that need it.

So she asked me to read
her last will and testament.

''To Julie Saunders, l leave hope.

''Live every minute of every day
like it's your last.

''You're that clever
you can do anything you want.

''l'm proud to have known you.

''To Denny Blood,
l leave the rest of my fags.''

Wicked.

''So she can get lung cancer
and die like me.

''Stop doing it, Den, while you still can.

''To Tina O'Kane, l leave
my secret recipe for cheese straws.''

(Sniffs) Which is what l asked her for.

So if you want more of them,
you have to be nice to me.

''To Miss Hollamby, who turned out
to be my best friend,

''when she found out l was dying,

''l leave what's under my mattress.
(Laughs)

''My potty. Cos she's a two-faced,
greedy old shitbag!''

(Yvonne) Way to go, Noreen!
(Buki) Denied, man!

That is a bare-faced lie.

''l ain't got nothing to leave anyone else,

''except a message.

''Look after each other
cos you're family.

''Even if you don't know it.''

Noreen also asked me to do
something specially for her.

Which l promised l would.

Cos she's... Cos she was
always looking out for me.

For all of us.

And she was right.

l won't let you down, Nor!

Love ya.

(All chorus) Love you, Noreen.

Right, that's your lot. Back to work.

And if anyone uses Noreen
as an excuse to bunk off,

they'll answer to me.

l need to have a word with ya.

Privately.

You stupid bloody cow.

l thought Mr Fenner was
on the level about the drugs.

You and Hedges was always whispering.
lt made sense he was bent.

You got this from the gob of
the biggest bent screw out there?

Yeah, l know that now.

And l'm really, really sorry.
l needed Noreen to put me straight.

But you and Hedges... l ain't blind.

He had to be after a shag like
he was off Shell Dockley, innit?

You really wanna prove you're sorry?

Then shut your stupid mouth and listen.

Got a surprise for you, Mr Fenner.

You won't believe the shot l got.

Halle-bloody-lujah.

Where's the camera?

You'll get what you want
when l get mine.

What are you after?
Couple of phonecards? Sweets?

Meet me at the back
of the servery after lunch.

l'll make sure l'm alone.

Tina?

So you've got the camera, then?

lt'll be under my pillow
when we're out for exercise.

With the film in it.

Listen, love, er...l told ya.

l can't risk it.

After all the risks l took for you?

Please, Mr Fenner...
Just this once?

Better be quick, then.

Only cos you're begging.

l am begging, Mr Fenner.

Cheers, mate.

l ain't asking but you'd better
come good with that voddy.

- Tine!
- (Rattling)

Oi, Tine!

Where've you hidden
them cheese straws?

Oh, hello, sir.

Mr Fenner was trying to make me
give out my secret recipe.

But l told him l promised Noreen
l'd keep it safe.

Yeah, well,
a promise is a promise, right?

Thanks, Ju.

l tell ya, it's put me off
older men for life.

What's this?

l know it's not strictly kosher or nothing,

but you should have enough there
to break Fenner's bollocks.

- There you go.
- Cheers, Ju.

- The secret ingredient.
- Fag ash.

With cheese, flour and marge.
Good old Nor.

Cheers. Nice one.

- Here's to her.
- Here's to her.

You should be more discreet
about your time together.

People will start putting
two and two together soon.

Mind you, l suppose they need proof.

Shame, eh?

We're playing for serious stakes here.

l know. Fenner's not the only one
we've got to worry about.

Colin! Don't be late.

Late for what?

Bloody dinner at Sylvia Hollamby's.

- With her?
- She wouldn't take no.

Be the first time you've seen me
without my trousers.

Yeah, right.

That didn't take her long.

Not that Mr Grayling can complain,
l suppose.

- Jesus.
- All we need to know?

lf it's Sylvia you're worried about,
we can go back to yours.

l know we set off
on the wrong foot last time,

but why don't we make a fresh start?

l'll make you wish you'd never
heard the name Sylvia Hollamby.

Your balls are going on my mantelpiece.

l'll bloody kill you.

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