All language subtitles for Bad Girls s06e09

Happy birthday, Julie.

You're out to get me
because l don't fancy you.

Drop it, Frances.

- What?
- This fixation with Buxton.

Let it go.

Forget that resignation.

Rip it up.

Don't force my 14-year-old sister
to give up her life in Canada

and risk being sent to prison here.

Sorry, Kris,
l'm doing this for the both of us.

You're just a bigoted, scheming chancer
whose luck is in danger of running out.

Everyone's entitled to their opinion.
Mine is it's you on the way out.

Oh, really?

''Dear Frances,

''Just wanted to say thank you for
tearing up my resignation, it means a lot.

''l've decided to take a break
from Larkhall,

''l need to get my head round some stuff,
especially you. Love, Colin.''

Morning.

Erm... Do you have five minutes?

No. Not now.

After breakfast.

(Julie J) Oh, yes.

lt is your birthday today, Colin.

Mwah!

(Laughs)

Yours was days ago. Don't you think
he would have made his move by now?

He's keeping his distance
so no one suspects.

- Really?
- Anyone can tell.

- Are you ready?
- Mr Hedges not on unlock, sir?

- Does it look like it?
- ls he sick with something? Day off?

Haven't you heard?
He's run off with the wing governor.

(Laughs)

Come on, hurry up.

Yeah, according to Doctor Nicholson,
they're not recovering as they should.

Oswyn's still very weak
and Tull's unable to keep down solids.

Have the police made headway
in finding the offender?

lt seems unlikely
there will be any charges brought.

A death on the wing, women poisoned
and nothing done. You're joking?

Sadly not. lt seems there's
insufficient evidence against anyone.

- No witnesses, no motive.
- So it's a mystery?

You two seem very keen
to find the culprit.

- Someone's responsible.
- There will be no scapegoating.

ln the meantime, works have dug up
all rhubarb from the garden.

lf you see any sprouting, burn it,
it's banned from site.

Right. Unlock.

Anyone else would be out on their ear
after a scandal like that on the wing.

- Not Myers.
- She won't be queening it much longer.

Grayling goes down,

he'll take her with him.

l've got a feeling this morning's postbag
might just put him off his muesli.

l hope it chokes him.

You slept soundly, l see. ls your guilty
conscience not giving you nightmares?

lf you're referring to Al Mackenzie,
you should feel guilty.

Everybody knows
that the only reason she died

is because you're letting some psycho
run rings around you.

Out.

So how are Oswyn and Tull?

Doctors got them both
back on their feet yet?

Touching, your sudden concern. Are you
fretting about unfinished business?

- So cynical.
- No, just wise to you, Buxton.

Oswyn and Tull are nothing to do
with you. Now move it.

You've missed me.

Go on. Say it.

Babes,
it felt like you were never coming back.

l'm so sorry, l was such a...

Sh! l've missed you too.
You don't know how much.

- What happened? Did you find her?
- Kris, you won't believe it.

- Selena, can l have a word?
- Of course.

We've got sentence planning
straight after breakfast. l'll see you then.

lt's good to have you back. You're
a very valuable member of the team.

l just get on and do the job.

You do it very well. Heard
of the lntensive Development Scheme?

- Management training?
- Yeah.

There are placements and exams,

but l think you could make principal
officer within two years.

l want to put you forward for it.
Think about it.

Oh?

You'd be perfect.

(Tina) Sure you're giving
him the right signals?

(Julie S) Like a bleedin'
Belisha beacon, mate.

Only l saved you this bit out of the paper.

''Ten Top Tips
On How To Bag Your Bloke.''

Can't do no harm. Go on, read them out.

''Number one. On that first dinner date,

''avoid garlic and never order vindaloo.''

No. Stick with sloppy mash,
rice pudding and piss-weak tea.

''Number two. Dress to impress.

''Wear a push-up bra
and leave three buttons undone.''

Unless you've only got one boob.

Here, go on, Tine, read out number three.

''Number three.

''French kiss your best mate
right in front of him.''

Oh, leave off. lt's a load of old bollocks.
Chuck it in the bin, Ju.

No, no, no. Hang on.

Go on. Number ten?

''Number ten.

''Grab him by the lapels

''and snog the face off him.''

- l can't do that!
- You can.

(Laughter)

What say we dump this pigswill
in the bin and come up to mine?

- l've just had some vodka shipped in.
- No, you're all right.

What? So you'd prefer to sit with this lot
down here?

- We could always forget the vodka.
- Look...

Whatever's been going on between us,
let's just knock it on the head, yeah?

Why?

lt's just no good, is it?

Well, l thought it was very good.

And if l remember rightly,
you seemed to think so too.

Let's just forget it.

What? Just like that, yeah?

There's someone else, isn't there?

No.

But if there was, it would be another
dyke.

Because you're not, are you?

You're just pretending.

Sod Fenner and his bleedin' cryptic clues
about Hedges.

Myers would give me a straight answer.

Don't go and ask the bleedin' guv, Ju.

Why not? What's it to her?

l mean, l've got to find out, haven't l?
One way or another.

Go for it, girl. Direct action starting now.

lt's the best thing, innit? She's been
on Planet Hedges all morning. Tea?

Excuse me, Miss. l ain't seen Mr Hedges
today. He weren't on unlock.

- No, l've changed the rota.
- Word is he's got the boot.

Not true, is it?

- Don't believe everything you hear.
- So he'll be back?

Because we miss him.
He's one of the best.

His Elvis impression
obviously scored a hit with you.

Well, he's a gent.

Thoughtful, like.

l mean, you wouldn't get none of them
screws singing like that.

l'm glad you enjoyed the floor show.

Let's just say Mr Hedges
is cleaning up his act.

l found her. l found Milly.

Where was she? What did she say?

You can ask her yourself.
l brought her home.

- She's back? Where? With my mum?
- No.

At ours.
Safely installed in the spare bedroom.

l want to see her.

- ls she OK?
- She's fine.

A bit anxious,
but determined to do the right thing.

We're meeting a lawyer later on.

She's going to sign a sworn affidavit
admitting she killed your dad.

She's gonna tell the truth, Kris.
We're gonna get you out of here.

(Sighs)

lt's a Section 7 4 questionnaire.

Fenner is taking me to tribunal.

When did all this happen?

That arrived in this morning's post.

''Was Neil Grayling's motive
for inviting Jim Fenner to lodge with him

''that of making sexual advances?''

They're fighting dirty.

Yeah. And the poison dwarf's
added her own little dash of anthrax.

''Four months ago, my, er...

''my fiancée suffered a miscarriage
as the result of a venereal disease,

''transmitted by her estranged husband,
Neil Grayling,

''who was leading a double life
as a promiscuous gay man.''

Jesus.

They're making me out
as a sex monster.

None of this is true, though.

Not the way they've described it, no.

l'd try arbitration.

You don't want this sort of stuff
being dragged through a tribunal.

She took some finding.
l had to hire a private detective.

- lt must have cost a fortune!
- lt was worth it.

He tracked her down working illegally
in some crappy restaurant, living in.

Christ! One nightmare to another.

Things got grim
when her boyfriend dumped her.

She wanted to come home.
l've got her a great lawyer.

You've got to see her, speak to her.

Get a VO sorted and then
she can come and see you next week.

l was such a cow to you.

l'm sorry.

l can't believe
you still went and did all this.

l love you.

You would have done
exactly the same for me.

Hey. What are you crying for?

l just don't deserve you.

Yes, you do.

And once we get you out of here,

l can think of a million ways
you can show me how grateful you are.

Been lonely without me?

Just think, no more sneaking about.

We can spend all day in bed together
if we like.

You're determined
to push ahead with this crap.

That's not the way
the tribunal is going to view it.

So l contacted an arbiter who's been
through the mediation process with me,

and l've decided to cooperate.

At least this way we avoid
the hassle of a formal hearing.

That's very good of you.

Same bloke rang me.

And l told him exactly what he could do
with his mediation.

Come on, Jim.

l'm going for the full-on
public crucifixion.

l might even invite a couple
of tabloid hacks along as well.

- You'll never win.
- You just watch me.

lt's time to move over...

darling.

Maybe l should try
and get hold of his phone number.

He lives in one of them screws' flats,
doesn't he?

Stop going on. The world does not
begin and end with Colin flamin' Hedges!

Oh, sorry.

All right, Julie? Taxi's due at two.

Right, miss.

Oh, shit! Ju...

lt's your test results today, ain't it?

Oh, God. l'm so sorry.

- You remembered.
- No wonder you're all on edge.

l'm not on edge.

l'm scared bloody shitless, Ju.

- Only you're too loved-up to notice.
- Oh, come on, Ju. l never really forgot.

- Why don't you...
- Leave it out, Ju.

Don't lose it.

No chance.
This is your first step towards freedom.

Last time l gave you a form, l was
trying to get rid of you as my officer.

Good job we didn't return it.

Where would we be without
our little sentence-planning sessions?

l'm thinking of staying on,
sticking with the job.

What?

- Are you mad?
- Myers has mentioned a promotion.

No way are you coming home
with the stink of this place on you.

l can't afford to be out of a job, Kris.

Canada cleaned me out,
my credit card is at its limit.

And good lawyers for the appeal
don't come cheap.

- ls she winding you up, Kris?
- Just taking my visiting order.

Ah. Your very own Postman Pat.

Or personal officer
as it's otherwise known.

So who's visiting?
Anyone l should be worrying about?

- My sister.
- Hmm.

That's all right, then.

Since when
has she become your new best friend?

She isn't.

Julie S. Your car is here.

Oh, is it time, miss?

Oh, Ju, l wish l was going with you.

Take care of her, miss.

l'll be thinking of you
every step of the way.

Sorry about before. Good luck, eh?

Good luck?
l ain't going down the bingo, Ju.

l've either got it or l ain't.

l was just saying...

She'll be back before you know it, yeah?

This must be as bad
as going for the operation.

l've just got to keep a grip, miss.

- lt will be good news, Julie, l'm sure.
- Yeah.

And if it isn't...

What? You mean if it's spread
and l've got secondaries?

Wait and see what the doctor says.

And if the test results do come back
positive, there's all sorts they can do.

lt doesn't mean you're gonna die.

Jesus bleedin' Christ!

Did you see her?

Just a wisp of a thing.

Like a puff of wind would blow her over.

Yeah, but she's a proper little fighter
underneath.

l reckon she's got it beat.

She better.

Oh, Tine, she needed me.

And all l did was go on about him.

Yeah, but that's the last time
Colin Hedges comes between you, innit?

You're sisters.

Yeah. We're sisters.

(Knock on door)

Er... Come in.

How's it going?

Fenner's vetoed mediation, so l'm
stuck with this. How does this sound?

''l offered Jim Fenner lodgings
after he was made homeless by his wife,

''who suspected him of having an affair.''

Go for broke. Change it
to, ''..after she discovered his adultery.''

''When Neil Grayling
blocked Karen Betts's plan

''to transfer Jim Fenner
to another prison,

''did he do so
with return sexual favours in mind?''

Answer:
no, you stupid sex-obsessed buggers.

He sought to retain Fenner on his staff,

at the time believing him to be an able
and experienced officer

and an asset to Larkhall.

Look...do you fancy a drink tonight?

- You know, chew this over.
- Yeah. OK.

Thank you.

lt's come back, innit?

That's why you're not saying nothing.

Tell me.

- Just tell me now, will you?
- Relax, Julie.

You've healed very well. There's no sign
of abnormality around the operation site.

What about the other one?

lt seems fine, absolutely fine.

And the blood tests?

The tumour marker tests
have all come back negative.

All the tests indicate, as far as we can
tell, there's been no tumour regrowth.

lt's good news, Julie.

(Sobs) Oh.

Oh.

Ju?

l'm clear, mate.

(Sighs) Oh, God. Oh.

Oh, don't know what l would have done
if they had found -

They didn't find nothing.

Sod the chemo, me own special routine
saw the bastard off.

lt's best to take these things one day
at a time, Ju, there are no guarantees.

(Both) What?

Well, a friend of mine
had what you've got,

and she was given the all clear as well.

What happened to her?

Three months later it came back.

What the bleedin' hell
are you telling her that for?

l'm sorry.
You've obviously got a positive outlook.

Can't you let her
have five minutes of happiness?

Sometimes life can just turn round
and stab you in the back.

ln my experience,
it's always best to be prepared.

Don't take no notice, girl.
You're a winner.

Yeah. Don't let her spoil it for you, Ju.

Oh, l ain't going to, mate.
Not today. l'm flying.

Come on.

ls that your resignation letter?

What? This? No, no.
This will be going direct to Area.

Set the record straight on your
evil little contribution to his dossier.

As Jim's wife-to-be,
l'll back him to the hilt.

The same way you did me
when we were married?

By gouging ''queer'' into my desk
and spraying ''poof'' over the car?

The tribunal will be fascinated to hear all
about your homophobic hate campaign.

- Hate campaign?
- He's making it up.

Save your breath, Di, it's all in here.
Dates, times, the lot.

- Don't believe him.
- Well, one of you is lying.

You're the one who faked a pregnancy
and then had a stunt miscarriage.

That was different!

He's lying. l didn't do any of it.

lf you've screwed it for me after all this...

- You're letting him win.
- Get off me!

Of course he'll win
with that little bombshell up his sleeve.

He's driving a wedge between us.

- lf you don't tell the truth, l'll bloody...
- What? You'll what?

Don't tempt me.

Aah! Jesus!

Don't talk to me like that!

- Do you hear me? Ever!
- Di, Di!

Di, please don't. Don't!

Don't, Di. Please get off.

Get off me, Di. Please, Di. Ow!

Stop it! Di, please!

Please. Please.

Thanks for going through
all that with me.

l feel better just seeing it down
in black and white.

Fenner's a fool to push it.

- He'll sink, you'll swim.
- Yeah, l hope so.

What do you make of him?

l mean,
has he ever threatened you, sexually?

Something about him
makes my skin crawl,

but l don't think he'd try it on with me.

You and Sylvia Hollamby
must be the only ones.

Oh, cheers.

No, l reckon he knows what he'd get.

- Have you ever seen him do anything?
- Not directly, no.

But if he can assault Kris Yates,
God help the more vulnerable women.

Christ. l wish
we could use that to swing it, but he's...

he's got psychiatric reports
blaming it on the stress of the job, ie me.

l know Karen Betts filed some report with
Area as well. She didn't trust him an inch.

He started this.

l'm going to finish it.

Honest to God, Ju, it was such a relief.

l thought l was going to faint.

Natalie's right, though, isn't she?
lt isn't the end of the road.

Just so far, so good.

l've been given a second chance.

l'm sorry if l was arsey before, mate.

Oh, no, you weren't.
lt was just me going on.

Let's not argue any more, eh, Ju?
You're my best mate in the whole world.

And l'm going to prove to you
what that means.

Don't be daft.

l'm going to do something nice
or give you something special,

every single day.

l'm going to do the same for you.

Because l really love you, Ju.

l love you too, mate.

(Both) Oh.

Didn't you like it?

Oh, yeah. lt was lovely.

l just, um...
Just got a bit of a headache, that's all.

Fretting about the tribunal.

Don't worry. While l was in the kitchen
l cooked up a little plan.

Oh, yeah?

There's this guy in works
that Neil's always leching over.

Even got him round once
to check the electrics.

He said he had a nice bum.

Stuart something, l think his name is.

Dark? Well-built? Stuart Jones. Why?

Do you think he'd be up
for earning a bit of extra cash?

He does owe a few bob.

Perfect.

He likes the ladies, though. He's not gay.

He doesn't need to be.

Tell him that Neil's trying
to get rid of you and offer him a bung.

- What for?
- Set Neil a little trap.

Oh, hello.

How are the lovebirds?

Oh, we're still billing and cooing.
Aren't we, Jim?

How was your racism course?

Hope you took the chance to put
your feet up for a fortnight?

Oh, no. lt was hard work.

lt's amazing how much there is to learn.

We had a smashing teacher. Mr Burton.

Do you know, there are over
a hundred complaints about racism

- every month in British prisons?
- Really? That's awful.

And less than six per cent
black and Asian officers.

My heart bleeds for 'em.

l bet they haven't had
half the prejudice l've had to endure.

Jim's grievance procedure
is in its final stages, Sylv.

So l hope you've saved
some sympathy for me.

lt's like Mr Burton said. ''Discrimination
is ingrained in the system.''

That's what stops the blacks and Asians
rising through the ranks.

Ask me, we're all in the same boat.

Here, Ju.

Got you a pressie. l thought
it would go nice with your jumper.

Oh, Ju.

That's lovely, that is. Thank you.

l said we won't go mad,
but l wanted to get something special,

- so l swapped a pair of me tights.
- You shouldn't have.

Course l should. l don't know
how you put up with me half the time,

banging on about Colin
when you was going through hell.

That's all right, mate.

You mean everything to me, Ju.

l'm not going to let Colin come between
us, no matter what l feel about him.

Listen, mate.
l've got to tell you something.

- There's no need to say anything.
- No, listen.

l see him, Hedges,

with Myers at our birthday party.

They were snogging.

OK, OK.

l promise, hand on heart,
l will never mention his name again.

So no more daft stories, eh?

Ju, l'm not making it up.

l'm sorry.

And if you ask me,
it weren't the first time neither.

Oh. Oh, the bitch.

lt takes two to tango, mate.

He weren't right for you, anyway.
He's a bleedin' screw.

l've been a stupid mare, haven't l?

Come here.

And welcome back to Sylvia.

- l trust your course was enlightening?
- Oh, yes, ma'am.

l hope from now on you'll be taking
steps to counter racism in Larkhall,

whenever you see it arise.

You can count on me.

Excellent.

Then you can begin by unlocking
Darlene Cake with a civil greeting.

- Right, everyone.
- Have any of you seen this?

Kris Yates's little sister
has sworn an affidavit.

lt seems she killed the father, not Chris.

The murdering rug-muncher
is getting a schoolgirl to take the rap?

Her lawyer's launching an appeal.

She might as well have ''killer''
tattooed on her forehead.

Remember your tribunal.

You'll have a case to answer yourself
if you don't stop spouting this crap.

l'll see to it personally.

She was found guilty by judge and jury,
just remember that.

Selena. Have you thought
any more about the scheme?

l've been thinking about it, but
haven't come to a decision, l'm afraid.

l've got some information.
l think it might help you weigh it up.

You're certainly a good communicator.

You're intelligent,
you've got guts and determination,

and most important, you care.

Thanks for the vote of confidence.

l didn't exactly plan on making a career
out of this when l first came here.

- No?
- Well, it was more of a... a stopgap.

lt does have its rewards. Do me a favour,
have a serious think about it.

Prisons need people like you.

Hm?

- Morning, Darlene.
- Oh, shit. She back.

Make me life one big, fat misery.

They teach you how to make rice
and peas on that stupid racism course?

No. But l've learnt plenty
about other cultures.

- And equality.
- But you still are white bitch, same way.

You'll find l'm a very different woman

to the one that walked
out of here two weeks ago.

- You nah look no different to me.
- l'll never know what it's like to be black,

or to suffer hundreds of years
of oppression,

but l do know l was wrong
to speak to you in the manner l did.

Look at this. There. See?

lt's out. We're in the open.

- We're on our way, Kris.
- l don't believe you.

You're like all three Charlie's Angels
rolled into one.

Not just me. You, me and Milly.
We're all going to fight.

We're not going to stop until some judge
tells everyone you're innocent.

You're a real hero, Kris,
keeping shtoom for all that time.

She's my baby sister.
Anyone would do the same.

Good on you, mate. lt's fantastic news.

Respect, man. Don't forget your sisters
when you walk out that door.

- Send in some hampers.
- We ain't allowed to bring hampers in.

l can get Bodybag to smuggle them.

l can twist she round my finger since
she come back from that racism course.

- We'll see.
- We'll see?

l want to hear ''can do''.

Kris. So do you fancy
having a little celebration drink?

No, thanks.

Well, now that is a shame.

Because l was hoping
we could kiss and make up.

lt doesn't sound like
you've got very long left, does it?

Come on. Hurry up.

Miss. Kris is not a murderer, man,
and she will prove it.

Now, Darlene,
l know you people are sunny-natured,

but there's no need to be gullible.

Hold on. What you say?

There's never been a prisoner
that's a miscarriage of justice?

- Because if that's what you say...
- Prisoners' rights!

What about those who work for a living?
Like muggins here.

Work for a living? You open gates and
close door. What kind of work is that?

Oh! Up at six, double shifts,
all that politicking.

Discrimination.

You think you people are the only ones.

You try being a woman
of fifty...something

in Her Majesty's prisons these days,
you might as well not exist.

But you a senior officer,
that's a promotion.

Listen. lf l'd been a man,
l'd be running my own prison by now.

But a woman...
Well, they won't allow you any ambition.

- Not at my age.
- But that's against the law.

Should make a complaint
to the boss man.

lf only l could, Darlene, but l'm a widow.

l can't afford to buy off men in suits.
Wish l could.

(PA) 'Will all prisoners
on legal and public visits form a line.'

God, that's me. Milly's coming.

You and her have got
a lot of talking to do.

Go on, mate. Don't waste a second.

Milly, over here. l'll take care of this one.

(Whispers) Hello, love. Are you OK?

Might be Kris visiting me next time.

There's no way
you'd be sent anywhere like this.

All them gates slamming behind me.
Makes you want to run a mile.

Hey, come on.

Kris is dying to see you.

Be good and strong for her
like you were for me in Toronto.

lt all seemed different then.

Nothing's changed. lf she thinks you're
scared, she'll call the whole thing off.

Ready?

Look at you.

There's still time to change your mind,
you know. You've got to be sure.

lt's all wrong that you're locked up.
l want to do it.

Selena found me a cool lawyer.

She reckons l've got a good case.

There's new laws now about
domestic violence and abuse and stuff.

She's even trying to get Mum on side.

l won't hold my breath.

Anyway, she said there's no way
l'm going to get locked up.

- Did she?
- Yeah.

Not when it's...

What did she say?

Mitigating circumstances?

Stuart.

You done the business on Grayling yet?

l've not had a chance.

l bet you've had the chance
to spend my thousand quid.

lt's tricky trying to find the right moment.

Nail Grayling by the end of today,
or l'll be back for a full refund.

With interest.

(Knock on door)

Got those reports that you were after.

Thank you.

They've set a date for the tribunal.

A week next Monday.

The sooner the better, get it over with.
The case must be in pretty good shape.

lt's hardly a foregone conclusion,
though.

No more filth on Fenner? He leaves
a fresh trail of slime every day of his life.

- Nope.
- Shame.

No more witnesses
you can rally to the cause?

Pretty much exhausted all avenues there,
l reckon.

Well, if there's anything else
l can do to help, just shout.

Ten more days and all that
will be left of Fenner is a bad smell.

Let's hope he drags Barker
down the drain with him, eh?

Selena's been great, Kris.
She's mad about you.

- She's too good for me.
- You're both great.

Finish your goodbyes now, please.
Come on, hurry up.

Time to go, l'm afraid.

Can l still live with you
when it's all over?

Course you can.

l just want us all to be happy.

Stuart.

- Everything OK?
- Fine...

- Sir.
- Good. Very good.

l need a...leak.

Get off me, you pervert!

- Eh?
- What's up, mate?

lt's him.
He's just tried to grab hold of my knob.

What?

You're the wrong side of the bars,
touching people up.

- l never laid a finger on him.
- You want reporting.

He's lying. Nothing happened.

l was nowhere near him!

lf it happened to one of the girls,
they'd have his balls on a plate.

- This is harassment.
- Hang on a minute, mate.

You've got to believe me.

Oh, Jesus.

l can't believe you actually found her.

Finally be able to get out of this place.

Well, look at you. All over her
like a teenager with a big, soppy crush.

- What?
- Geeson.

Didn't tell me you were into uniforms.

Not me. You've got
the wrong end of the stick there.

They're scum, the lot of them.
Always said that, always will.

l don't think he'd have told anyone,
Grayling being number one.

You actually saw this
with your own eyes?

Well, he was definitely
up close and personal.

- Where is he, this Jones?
- Dunno.

Right. Leave it with me.

- You did the right thing, reporting it.
- l hope so, ma'am.

l don't want any trouble
and l'm sure Stuart doesn't,

but you can't let something like that...

No. Quite.

(Sighs)

- Hey, miss. Miss.
- Yes. Can l help you?

- l've been busy with this.
- What is it?

lt's all down here,
about your discrimination.

''Miss Hollamby is a hard worker.

''She all alone and she need
more wages to pay she rent,

''else she will end up on the street.''

Well, l'm not quite destitute.

You have to tell it big, man, that is
the best way for getting a good result.

''The staff been keeping her down,
giving new screws the good jobs.''

Look, l'll put this in an envelope and l'll
make sure it ends up on the right desk.

lt better had.
l spent hours on the damn ting, man.

That Mr Grayling
won't know what hit him.

Nobody disrespect our senior officer
and live.

Thank you, Darlene.

Next step is take it to your union rep.

Get formal proceedings
started against the dirty bastard.

l'm not happy about this, Jim,
not happy at all.

You welch on me now, you'll be not
happy down the dole queue, l promise.

Only a matter of time
before someone finds

those missing union subs
in your toolbag.

Then l'd give it a week before
those loan sharks catch up with you.

Another minute and he'd have had
his hands down my kecks, l suppose.

Good lad.

Don't worry, you stick to what we agreed,

Grayling will be out of here
before you can say ''shirt-lifter''.

- Miss. l just saw a couple of rats.
- Where?

Behind there. There must be a nest.

That is disgusting. lt's a health hazard.

Kris Yates warned me about it,

but l thought
she was just winding me up.

l'll get works to put some pellets down.

She's good at that.
Always coming out with all sorts.

- Like how you knew her on the outside.
- Why did she say that?

God knows. Just trying to make herself
look big, l suppose.

l knew she was lying. Like all this stuff
with her sister. Nobody believes her.

Actually, it's not a lie.

What? The murder charge
or you and her?

- Oh, so you were friends, then?
- lt's really none of your business.

Bitch.

Stuart Jones. Tell me it's not true.

No. No, it's not.

l'm sure the whole place has heard his...
trumped-up fairy tale by now.

What's gone on, Neil?
Something happened.

l've just had it out with Jenkins
and he seemed really shaken up.

lt's obvious. l was set up.

Jones is batting for Fenner's team,
the bastard.

You've got to believe me.

He tried it on, but l didn't do anything
in those toilets. lt's called entrapment.

You can call it what you like,
it doesn't look good. Shit sticks.

You don't seriously think
l'd jeopardise my whole career

for some sordid bunk-up in the bogs
at a time like this?

How could Fenner get a guy like that
to do his dirty work?

God knows!

He owes him one.

He got Di Barker to put a spell on him.

Maybe...maybe he's on the payroll,
mmm?

Neil, you know that l'm on your side.

l'm starting to have my doubts.

All right, babe?

What the hell
have you said to Buxton?

- About what?
- Us. You and me.

Why did you tell her
you knew me on the outside?

l didn't say anything. What's happened?

Shit. The devious little cow.

- You've told her you're my girlfriend?
- l wouldn't be that stupid.

- What the hell is she up to?
- Come on. We can't talk here.

Having a lovers' tiff?

- Or talking about me?
- Don't flatter yourself, Buxton.

Oh, dear. You are the jealous type.

- Thought as much.
- lgnore her.

Certainly not what you've been doing,
though.

Remember when you had your hand
in between my legs?

- She's lying!
- You couldn't get enough.

You said l was the best you'd ever had.
While the cat's away, eh?

Don't worry.

l doubt this pussy will be going back
to milk, now she's tasted cream.

Ugh.

l've just seen poor Stuart Jones.
He's in a right state.

What have you done to him?

- Nothing.
- l'll join the dots, shall l?

You, blokes' loo, young guy,

same sad old picture.

He'll be onto his union right now.

Once this goes public,
who knows how many of your victims

are going to come
crawling out of the woodwork?

Why would she say something like that?

She's a nasty,
shit-stirring bitch, that's why.

- lt's true, isn't it?
- Not in the way that she said, no.

But you have?

Slept with her?

You have, haven't you?

Karen.

ls that you?

Are you having a sexual relationship
with prison officer Geeson?

Ooh!

He said to me how he craved the feel of
another man's hard body up against him,

how he dreamed of it all his life.

Fenner's got me by the balls,
you're the only one that can help.

How did l know he was involved?

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