Tessa spall. Spall?
How many times do I have to tell you people? I am Barbara Anne hunt!
Group therapy starts tomorrow.
Why don't you give it a try?
You might get something out of it.
The tell me I have to see the governor.
Why do you feel guilty about sex, Michelle?
How do you know what I'm thinking?
Hello, miss betts.
Remember me?
Tessa.
There's been a cock-up. The real Barbara hunt's down the block.
Eh?
Just listen. If you stop this now, I'll give you another chance.
What chance? All you'll do is ship me straight out. No.
Sandra...
You fainted.
Tessa!
I still don't see how you could have mixed up the two prisoners.
Because newby prison were late sending Tessa's papers, that's why.
You know they always lose them
when they're trying to off-load troublemakers.
In case the next prison won't have them.
You still should've checked them at reception.
It's your responsibility.
Well, it was the other one causing trouble when I was there.
Mad Tessa was meek as you like.
I mean, we all just assumed... It's not good enough, Sylvia.
Because of you, there was a major lapse in security.
Anyway, it's not just yesterday.
What isn't?
Well, your attitude generally.
Cutting corners, off-hand with inmates and officers alike,
always complaining.
I get the impression you don't really care about this job.
Oh, ma'am, that's really unfair.
So, you're committed?
You still have that burning wish to make the prison service
a better place?
Well, I may have been a bit below par since my neck injury,
what, with painkillers and sleeping tablets.
Well, maybe we need to help you back into shape.
Ma'am?
Well, you're obviously not in the peak of condition.
Do you exercise?
Exercise.?
Maybe that's the answer.
I'll put you on a course of training, see if that helps.
You mean like the gym?
Well, unless you're going to tell them you're too old for it, Sylvia.
Oh, no, ma'am, course not.
Low blood pressure? Yeah, not much you can do about that.
Doesn't even mean a lot.
It's when it's high that you have to worry.
It must mean something. Really?
I'll get you a second opinion, shall I?
Harley street be all right for you?
If you take as many drugs as you do, then your body's going to react.
I'm off them now.
Yeah, well, stay off them.
And you just had a baby.
That can't have helped.
Right, go and stand over there.
Here, come on, stand here.
Right. Put that over your left eye.
See those letters on the wall? Read them.
A, o, e, h,
l, a, n, t,
o...
C. Right, try the other eye.
From where you left off.
N... l...
When did you last have your eyes tested?
Don't know.
Not since you left school, I imagine.
Yeah, suppose so.
And the headaches are constant?
Yeah.
You need glasses, that's all. Your eyesight's terrible.
Sorry. Am I hogging the en-suite?
Not at all, no.
So, what you in for?
Oh, sorry, I don't mean to pry or anything.
No, people are bound to find out sooner or later, aren't they?
I'm in for manslaughter.
What happened?
My husband, Peter, was dying of cancer.
He was in terrible pain.
In the end, he couldn't stand it any longer
and he asked me to help him along.
Begged me, in fact.
What did you get?
Three years.
Bastards.
All right, Barbara? Yes, thank you.
I'll give you five minutes,
then I'll take you down to breakfast, show you the ropes.
Don't worry about Wade.
We'll get you out of here as soon as we can.
Why would he say that?
Cos he hates my guts.
What are you in for, may I ask?
Same as you - manslaughter.
Only, with me, it was for real.
See you later.
Low blood pressure - what does that mean?
Don't know. Well, didn't you ask?
He's dr no-no, ain't he? He never tells you anything.
He must've said something.
They just tell you to piss off if you ask anything.
It's like we deserve to be ill.
I'm going back to see him.
No.
Don't do that.
Only, there was something else.
I need specs, don't I?
What?
He chuckles
see? That's why I didn't want to you tell you - cos you'd just laugh.
I laughed cos I'm relieved.
I thought it was serious.
Well, it is. I'm going to look stupid, ain't I?
No, you won't.
Have you seen the specs they've got in here?
If it's your looks you're worried about, stay off the smack.
I am.
Are you really zen? Straight up.
You asked me to, didn't you?
Yeah, I know, but...
Well, I'm doing it... For you.
But I'm not wearing specs.
No way.
Anyway, I've got go. See you later, Barbara. See you later.
New girlfriend, Wade? Who goes on top - you or her?
Shut it.
You ain't got a clue what's going on, have you?
I'm sorry, I don't understand.
Well, if you can't work out for yourself, darling,
just keep your knickers on after dark, that's all.
What?
Lesbo, ain't she?
The gym?
At my time of life! I don't know where I'm expected
to lay hands on a tracksuit.
I'm going to have to go out and buy one after work.
Bobby'll have to get his own tea.
I hope she doesn't start us all on that one.
You watch. She'll pick us off one by one.
It'll be me today, you tomorrow.
Oh, and the hours I work. It's more like the Burma railway
than an English prison.
They're always saying we're too soft in here, Sylvia.
And Helen wasn't tough enough.
Looks like you got what you wanted now.
I still don't know much about you, really.
What you want to know?
I don't know. Er, where do you come from, for a start?
Where do you come from?
Acton.
Oh! Own place?
Yeah, small terraced. I'm doing it up.
I say, Josh, that fusebox ain't half playing up a lot.
Undo those screws any more, you'll wear the threads away.
We got a fault.
Yeah. Funny it always goes wrong when chrystal's around.
You know what?
I'm going to come back when it's a little bit more quiet.
I'll see you later, yeah?
What happened to that other boyfriend of yours, then?
Yeah, the one at the church.
Oh, he wasn't a proper boyfriend.
More like a prayer mate, really.
You sure Josh is your type?
Why?
Well, cos he ain't into Jesus and that.
He will be.
Ah, she's got the thumbscrews on him already.
♪ What a friend we have in Josh
♪ all our sins and griefs to bear... ♪
afternoon.
Hello.
I was just saying, I'm surprised you haven't had time off
after that mad Tessa business.
Yeah, well, I'd rather be at work than stuck at home dwelling on it.
Thanks again, by the way.
Believe you're in line for a medal.
I'm passing it up, as it happens.
Oh? Why is that?
It's nothing special, what I did.
I said you should get it instead.
That's very noble of you, Jim.
Why do you have to say it like that?
You did very well the other day, you know.
It's just, you don't have to overdo it.
I'm not a complete shit, you know.
No, but I really am coming off them this time.
I'm going back into detox.
I'm just sick of letting people down.
Which people are these?
My personal officer.
He's the only man that ever really cared about me,
and he said that if I don't come off 'em now, I'm gonna kill myself.
Well, as long as you're doing it for yourself as well.
Doing it to please others will only get you so far.
Girls are always doing that, though.
Pleasing men. It's what they're born for.
Why do you say that?
It's like men can do what they want.
No-one cares what women think. It's just men. Bastarding men!
They laugh
they're not all bad.
I hear them at night.
Laughing.
Who?
When I'm asleep, dreaming.
Men come into my room, stinking of beer.
Do you know them?
I can't really see 'em.
They're all blurry.
There's one bloke, always the same.
Can never see his face.
It's just like... Out the corner of my eye.
Nice man? Bad man?
Bad man.
I wake up in a sweat sometimes.
Do you know him?
Shell?
Yeah.
Maybe.
Can you describe him? Might be useful.
No, he...
He's just more of a shadow, really.
Like a long shadow.
Bell rings
chatter and chairs scraping
ok, er... We'll pick this up tomorrow, shall we?
Cell doors slam and lock
hiya.
You ok? Fine.
Not having a wash?
Not tonight, no. I'm a bit tired.
I mean, I'm not being funny or anything,
but it soon goes off in here - open toilet, bad ventilation.
I'll have one in the morning.
Sure you're all right?
Positive.
Night, then. Night, Nikki.
She groans and whimpers
argh!
She gasps
she hums
Oh, what?!
Hey, ju, look at this. What?
They laugh
oh, my good god!
Where you going? Well, I'm gonna go and tell the others, ain't I?
Here, girls, you've got to come and have a look at this. Come on.
Get in here, get in here. What's going on? What's going on?
She still in there?
Yeah, I don't believe it. Come and have a look. What is it?
They laugh and cheer
the state of her!
Struggling?
Don't worry, it's always like this on the first day.
You'll soon toughen up.
Come on.
They laugh, cheer and jeer
Here, you all right, zan?
Yeah, I'm fine. Those tablets not helping with her?
Yeah. Well, if she won't get them specs...
Look, there's no way I'm going four-eyed.
You'll ruin your eyesight, zan.
And all cos of vanity. It's a sin, you know, vanity.
Oh, don't start that crap, for god's sake.
It's cos she fancies Dominic.
Yeah! She's scared in case she gets those jam-jar bottoms
and her eyes look like golf balls! They laugh
bollocks.
But it's true, see?
Oh, just sod off and leave me alone!
She knocks
what is it?
I need to talk to someone. I've got a bit of a problem.
Is it an emergency?
Well, no.
I'm sorry, love, you'll have to go through the proper channels.
You can't just come knocking on the door.
See your personal officer.
Only it's about Nikki Wade.
Ah, well...
..In that case, you'd better come in.
So you were talking yesterday, zandra,
about doing things for other people?
Yeah.
Do you mean, like, if I come off drugs for someone else,
then they mess be about, that I might go back on them?
Well, that's the danger.
With any form of addiction, you have to want to stop.
Door opens
shell.
Sorry, I'm late, miss.
Not interrupting anything, am I?
Oh, well, not to worry.
I'm going to be a good little girl from now on,
and that's a promise.
So I wonder if you could tell us
why you've chosen to dress like this today.
Well, I've not upset anyone, have I?
Just thought it'd be a laugh.
You could have worn a shorter skirt.
I like short skirts!
They're sexy.
She scoffs
I'd like to go on the tube like this.
Hanging on the straps, skirt rides up my bum.
"Can you see all right there, sir?
"Eurgh, what are you doing with your hand? You are naughty!
"And you're a tall one, aren't you, sir?
"Are you peeping down at my boobies by any chance, you naughty?"
Ok, why don't you sit down for a minute, shell?
I think it might be a good idea
if you and I talked on our own for a bit at the end of the session.
Have I been a bad girl, miss?
Toilet flushes
well, well, Wade.
I might have known you couldn't keep yourself under control.
What are you talking about?
You've been flaunting your bits and pieces, apparently.
Poor Barbara's got enough on her plate
without you coming on strong to her.
Show a bit of modesty. If you know what that means.
Just get off my case, fenner, all right?
Don't worry, Barbara. We'll get you out of here as soon as we can.
Meantime, Wade, keep your dykey fingers to yourself, ok?
You talk a lot about men, shell.
I like men.
What is it you like about them?
Are they nice to you?
No.
What is it, then?
They're bastards.
So you don't really like them?
I can't stand them, can I?
Why do you say you like them, do you think?
I've got to pretend, haven't I?
They expect it.
They want sex off me.
And if they don't get it...
What?
They take it anyway.
Is that what happens to you?
It's what's always happened.
When was the first time?
I dunno.
Been going on all my life, see?
Since you were how old?
Ever since I can remember.
Nikki: If you've got a problem with me, Barbara,
you should have come to me, not gone to fenner behind my back.
Look, I keep telling you, I thought it was in confidence.
Confidence, in this place?!
He'll use anything you tell him to put the knife in.
I didn't say any of those things. He said.
Well, what did you say, Barbara?
I just said I was nervous about sharing a cell with...
..A dyke.
I never mentioned that word.
He had no right to say those things to you.
I feel terrible now.
Good.
Then you know how I feel.
I hope you get your move.
Maybe you'll get put in with dockley.
Or how does a junkie sound, jacking up every night in the bunk opposite?
That make you feel safer?
I'm really sorry, Nikki.
I don't care, darling. I'll be happy to be alone again.
Oh, and as for fancying you? Get real.
Even if I was available, I wouldn't touch you with a cattle prod.
Hey! She laughs
look, can we make it a flower bed next time?
I'm nearly in a coma with this thing.
You ever been to kew gardens?
Well, of course I have.
Well, you can take me next month if you like.
Always wanted to go there.
We're going to spend quite a bit of time together by the sounds of it.
What, are you complaining? No, no.
So you got somewhere to live when you get out?
Someone's floor, I reckon.
This is only if you were desperate - you could always move in with me.
I mean, there's a spare room, crys.
Josh, there's something you should know.
You're married? Oh... You have six children?
Listen to me, will ya?
It's what you might be expecting from me.
I don't want no misunderstandings all right?
Gordon!
Bloody hell. Right on cue.
What's going on here?
I'm emptying slops, miss, innit.
Well, empty them, then, and get back in that kitchen.
You don't start gossiping all day.
Why is it, every time I see you,
you're nattering to some girl or other?
Chuck 'em all over your space suit next time, stupid fat cow.
You are one gorgeous-looking girl, crystal.
You know that?
Thanks, Sheila. Ok.
So you are getting somewhere with dockley?
Faster than I thought. Scary, though.
We are doing the right thing, aren't we?
It's not an exact science, Karen.
Well, can my staff help in any way?
Hive her support, reward good behaviour, go easy on the bad.
She sighs
it's the only way. Right now, she's a powder keg -
go in hard and she'll blow.
..Seven...
..Eight...
..Nine...
..Ten...
Oh, this is crucifying my neck!
That's cos you're putting all the pressure on it.
Let the tummy take the strain.
Can you come and test my tummy, sir?
Yeah, and mine, sir.
Here, what's she doing this for, anyway?
She's going to join the sas. They laugh
she'll end up killing herself. Yeah, let's keep our fingers crossed.
Oh! Oh!
Oh, I knew this would flaming happen. Ooh...
They laugh
no, no, no. Ooh...
Right! Come on, everybody. Bedtime!
Come on. Beddy-byes, Julies. Come on!
Come on, everybody. Bed!
Please don't mess me about. Now!
Yeah, yeah, whatever.
Come on, shell. In we go.
Come on. Don't muck about. Get your hands off me!
Why are you trying to do? Rape me? What?
I'm sick of men touching me up in this place.
It's all you ever to do!
What are you talking about?
You spy on us through the peepholes.
You watch us on the bog.
They shout in agreement
what kind of a man works in a women's prison anyway?
A sick perv, that's what.
Can't pull on the outside, so you come in here for easy pickings.
Just touched your arm.
Yeah, well, don't in future. How'd you like it if I touched you?
Kept groping you every five minutes? Oi!
They cheer and whoop
what's going on?
She won't go in her cell.
In there, now. I want a word.
Right, that goes for everybody else. Come on.
Chatter come on.
Show's over. Bed - now!
Now!
Night, mr McAllister.
Night.
Dockley's lost it, man. She's mad.
I don't think she's mad.
You should have seen her in the therapy group.
She's wearing this tiny little skirt, practically frigging herself.
Well, what she says about men working here is right.
Well, they're not all pervs.
Mr McAllister's better than most of the women screws in here.
That's true.
Some of us like men, anyway.
We're not all dykes like you, Denny.
Well, you like Dominic for sure.
He's been trying to get into his pants for ages.
They laugh no, I haven't.
And if you go around saying that, then...
Ow!
She whimpers
look, have a drink of water, zandra, innit.
What good's water for headaches, you moron?
I'm only trying to help.
Quietly: Sorry.
Here. Drink it.
What's the matter with you, girl?
I thought I had it.
Sooner you get them specs, the better, man.
I know it's a difficult time for you right now,
but there are rules here.
He was trying it on. All the men are at it in here.
You know that isn't true, shell.
You don't see!
I can't walk down the landing without them all having a grope.
I was gang-banged this morning.
Look, if you could just toe the line over the next week or so,
I might see about getting your job back in the kitchen.
How does that sound?
I'd love that.
It was not a promise, but don't do anything silly.
No, no, I could get a knife from the kitchen and kill mr fenner.
Oi! Fenner, and the rest of you - you're rapists!
Inmates shout
pervy scum!
Perverts!
Rapists!
Perverts!
Wakey-Wakey!
Do you bleedin' mind?!
What you on about, Denny?
Well, have you seen enough? Or you want to strip-search me and all?
Rapists!
He knocks
all right if I come in?
No, it bloody well ain't.
What? Clear off!
Right, I'm coming in.
Both: Bugger off!
No, this isn't right.
Men spying on us all the time!
You can't keep those up there.
Oh, can't we?
When have I ever spied on you?
Well, you might not be so bad, but... what about him?! Yeah!
Yeah, undressing us with his eyes -
that's what we have to put up with all the time.
Going to bit over the top, don't you think?
No, we're don't. We're going to put a stop to this.
Yeah, your peep show days are over...
Both: Mr McAllister.
Now, go on - get out!
I'll tell you, I've seen that face on Denny before, and it's dangerous.
Well, what happened, exactly?
It's this sexual abuse nonsense. They've all got it now.
You smile and it's rape.
I didn't even have to smile.
It's just a few people playing up. It won't last.
Shell dockley's not just playing up. That group therapy's deranged her.
Yeah, well, was she was deranged a long time ago,
and it's our job to find out why.
Oi. You do art, don't you, babs?
Yes. I want a black marker pen.
We're not allowed to take them.
You want me to cut your tits off and make curry out of them?
Then get it before lunch.
I appreciate your concerns, but if you can just bear with me,
I'm sure it'll sort itself out.
Anyway, I'll keep you posted.
I thought you were getting better.
Oh, I was, ma'am.
It's this new exercise regime.
I've been having spasms down my back with all that jogging.
Don't take my word for it, ma'am. Ask dr Nicholson.
He says I'm lucky I can still walk.
Well, if your neck's bad, then you'd better go on light duties.
Are you ok to supervise the visits?
Well, I suppose so.
Only Malcolm says any sudden movement...
"Malcolm"?
Dr Nicholson.
So go on, what did Malcolm say?
He says necks are funny things.
It's touch and go that I'm at work at all.
Well, take it easy, ok?
I don't want "Malcolm" rapping my knuckles, do I?
So do your hands get sore?
What? Milking them cows.
Not now, Josh. I'm late.
No, come on. Show them to me.
I'm gonna get a bollocking.
Quickly. Just for me.
All right?
There you go.
What's this?
Josh, it's beautiful.
I thought the cross with a religion and all that, sort of...
Laughing: Hey! Hey!
Sorry.
I hope not.
Listen, you know the offer of the room?
I meant that, you know.
You think about it.
Yeah, yeah, I will.
Good.
Nice work, babs. Anyone see you? I don't think so.
How's that look?
I said, how does it look?
Nice!
Now, write on the wall, "fenner is a rapist."
I can't do that!
Bigger!
Now draw a dead man.
You do art, don't ya?
Please, shell...
Ain't you done dead bodies yet?
Here, give it here, ya dildo.
Right in the goolies.
Your drawing's coming on a treat, babs.
It was shell!
Try telling your friend, fenner, that.
Yeah, I reckon we should have
a major rethink about our wardrobe, ju.
What do you mean?
High tops and long skirts.
Oh, stop 'em ogling? Good idea.
Afternoon, mrs h.
Oh, we heard you were in the wars, miss.
What's so funny?
Nothing, miss. No, I was wondering how you were.
You wouldn't laugh if you had to wear this
round your neck, I can tell you. Must be a real drag.
Now I'm warning you... no, no, no. You don't understand.
We'd rather have you in charge than any fella, miss.
You're a woman, innit.
Right. Well... Carry on.
Jim. What?
It's Sylvia.
Get down to the visitors' room, quick.
You've got to see this.
Hiya, Nikki.
Wasn't sure you'd come.
I said I would.
Yeah.
But wasn't that long ago I thought I'd never see you again.
Still looking for work?
I've got one or two irons in the fire.
Yeah?
I missed you, Nikki.
I missed you.
Since you left, I've...
Well, I'm here now.
Till you get bored of coming.
Or till you meet someone else, like Trish did.
Listen, you never know what's going to happen.
Yeah, right.
Still got nine years to do, remember?
I want to talk to you about that. I think you should appeal.
Shell, there's some graffiti down the corridor.
Know anything about it?
Yeah, I do.
She did this to me and all.
Who did?
That new girl, babs.
She said she'd kill me if I told anyone.
They want to bring back the death penalty for loonies like that.
I thought I'd seen it all.
But an ex-officer visiting a con?
They'll be letting them run the place next.
I don't want to be getting my hopes up
just to have them dashed.
Honestly, Nikki, there's been a lot of cases,
a lot more serious than yours that have had a successful appeal.
Waste of time, innit?
Look, let me put it another way.
Will you do it for me?
I'd do anything for you.
You know that.
Good.
Well, that's it settled.
Bell rings all right. That's it.
Time's up.
I'd better go.
See you soon.
Yes, you will. Be good.
And remember, we're going to make this work.
I promise.
You took the pen from the art room and wrote the graffiti on the wall?
And no-one told you to do it?
No, miss.
Oh, for god's sake.
Dockley did it.
How do you know?
I saw her. Barbara sobs
you don't really think she did it, do you?
Is this true?
She continues sobbing
thank you.
Oh, any time, guv'nor.
Thank you, Nikki.
I hate dockley more than I hate you, darling. That's all.
Shell: I'm telling you, it was babs! Why would I do this to myself?!
Why do you do anything, dockley? For attention!
You coming in my cell, sir? Make it worth your while.
Don't be stupid. What's the matter, sir? Don't you want it?
Real men want it. You a poof, sir?
Are you a poof?
"Group therapy"!
Miss! You gonna let me out now?
Please! I promise to be good!
You can't keep down here forever, you know.
Yes, I know. This isn't going to help her. Miss!
So what do I do?
Send her back on the wing and let her cause merry hell again?
I've had enough. I'm sorry!
Miss!
Aw, tough.
Letter came for you this morning.
Course, we had to open it.
People smuggle all sorts in. Can't be too careful.
Fenner, if you read my mail, I swear I'll...
You'll what?
Only doing my job.
Very affectionate girl, Helen.
Nice turn of phrase.
She likes you.
Bastard.
Balls clack
I'm sorry, but there it is.
I thought the sessions were helping.
I thought you in particular got something from them.
Especially as regards your violent past.
No, he was never violent.
Who wasn't?
Shell, who wasn't violent?
My dad.
It wasn't his fault.
I wanted it.
The judge who sent me down, he said I was evil personified.
I must have been to have wanted that.
To have wanted what?
Sex with my father.
How old were you when this started, shell?
About 11 or 12.
And you never spoke to your mother about it?
My mum?
It was her who made me do it.
That bastard fenner. She kicks something
what's he said now?
He's only intercepting me letters from Helen and reading them.
What?! Is that allowed?
Yeah, when it suits them. "Security reasons".
I'll kill him one day, I swear. She kicks something
hey! Hey! What's going on?
Where's my mail? What makes you think you've got any?
There was a letter for me this morning. No, there wasn't.
Yes, there was. Fenner's got it.
He had nothing to do with the mail this morning. I did it.
Why? Expecting something from someone, were you?
Looks like she's forgotten you.
Shit, he was winding me up.
He'll do it in the future, though.
Do they read everyone's mail?
No, only people they don't like. Don't worry - they won't read yours.
In that case, maybe I could help.
I used to sit on his knee, give him a cuddle...
..And then I'd give him a kiss.
And then it just went from there.
And you couldn't stop him?
No, you don't understand. He didn't want to do it.
It was me forcing him.
Shell, when things like this happen,
it is never because the child wants it.
Why did my mum get cross with me, then?
It used to make her jealous, see?
That's why I did it half the time, to be his favourite.
I thought you said she made you do it.
Well, when I say cross...
..She was only cross at first.
After that...
Well, it weren't just me and dad after that.
Anyway, me dad buggered off about eight years ago.
I don't even know where he is now.
It's all in the past, innit?
Shell, you've got to understand...
..What they did was an extremely serious crime.
I keep telling you - I wanted it.
I'm not like them kids on childline,
ringing up and grassing on their parents.
I enjoyed it!
Do you still see your mother?
She looks after my kids while I'm in here, don't she, with her new fella.
What?
Not worried for their safety, are you?
No...
It's you who wanted sex, after all, isn't it? Not your parents.
I-I don't know.
I'm not sure any more.
God, if anything's happened 'em, I'll never forgive myself.
Oh, it's all my fault!
None of what you have just told me is your fault.
Come on. Shh-shh-shh.
It's all right. It's all right.
Glad to see you wearing them.
Oh, you made me jump.
How do you feel?
All right. My head still feels like a bleedin' trucks' parked on it.
Well, it's not going to happen overnight, is it?
Let me know if it doesn't get any better, yeah?
See you later, Groucho.
Piss off!
Door opens
rosters for next month. You asked to see them.
Thanks, Jim.
Something wrong?
I'm going to have to stop the therapy sessions.
Don't tell me you're not pleased.
I just don't think prisons are ready for it yet.
That's my reservation as well.
I've decided.
And without support from above...
I've also decided to bring shell back on the wing.
Is that wise?
She's had four days. I haven't the heart to keep her there any longer.
Right.
Oh, by the way...
..I saw this in the local paper.
Glad to see she's on the mend.
Nikki clears her throat
That's a bit heavy going for a no-hoper like you.
What are you doing here?
One of those irons in the fire I was telling you about.
You got a job here?!
Prison service professional.
What?!
I'm working for area management - special programme for women lifers.
I'm back in your case, literally.
They laugh
Nice to have you back, shell. Do you really mean that, sir?
Of course I do.
I'm going to try really hard this time, sir.
I don't want to go down the block again, ever.
I want to be here, with my friends.
Well, let's hope you manage it.
Come in, Sylvia. Sit down.
Neck no better?
Oh, I'm soldiering on, ma'am.
My Bobby's not too happy about my coming into work,
but what can you do?
Can't let the side down, can you?
Is Bobby your partner?
He's my husband.
No, I mean your dancing partner.
Did Malcolm prescribe ballroom dancing as well?
It was just that one evening, ma'am.
Don't dig yourself in deeper, Sylvia.
I don't like liars and I don't like skivers.
One more slip...
Now, I did think four weeks' training would be enough.
I'm extending it to three months now.
And if I see you in that neck brace again,
I'm going to rip it off and stick it where the sun don't shine!
Now, get out, and start behaving like a senior officer.
Ma'am.
What, and you're not having me on?
Straight up, zan, they're the biz.
You hair could do with a bit of a makeover, though.
Yeah, how about having it up? Oh yeah.
What, with, like, long fringe bits over your eyes.
What, so I can't see out the specs?
Yeah, but you'd look dead tasty, though, wouldn't ya?
Here, we should give you a makeover, too, while we're about it.
For your new fella. One minute, you've got it in for me,
the next, you're trying to tart me up. Make your mind up, man.
Yeah, well, we ain't the ones
with the problem in that department, are we?
What do you mean?
Well, ju's got something to ask you.
No, I ain't. Yeah, you have.
Oh?
Well, we was wondering, you know,
don't want to be nosy or nothing, but, er...
..You being a Christian and that...
..Does that mean that you've never, er...?
Is that all you two can think about?
Mm. Both: Thought not.
Tell them to mind their own business.
I don't care. I'm a virgin and I'm proud of it.
And I will stay that way until my wedding night, innit.
You want to hurry up and get married, love.
You don't know what you're missing!
How did shell seem?
A lot better. Thank goodness for that.
She screams
come on, mr fenner!
Why don't you string me up like Rachel Hicks?
It's what you want, innit?
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