I'll be in touch about next time.
Here we are.
All right?
Been here all night?
I was listening to a podcast.
Yeah. Did you know that in China, you get the death penalty
for killing a panda? Yeah, that's a true fact.
I already knew that, but...
..I was just listening to it again to, you know, remind me.
Pandas, yeah? Yeah. Yeah.
All right?
Mm. Welcome home. Don't be nervous. Thanks.
Well, this is new. Do we all get one of those, Boss, or...?
Hello, you look great. Yeah, who wouldn't, after six weeks off?
How you doing? You all right? Yeah.
So what's all this about, then?
We are establishing a culture of responsibility
on the wing, aren't we, team?
Ahem... And the PID desk's there to encourage prisoners to stop
looking to us to solve all their problems,
take responsibility for themselves.
Yeah, it's not the PID Desk.
And it's Chobbler's first day manning the desk.
How can I help you?
What do you want? I'm new.
Hi. I'm on remand,
and I was told there was someone on the PID desk...
PID desk! ..Could help me fill in a "general app"
to help me get my clothes.
Why are you staring? Why am I...? Sorry, what? You're staring at me.
Oh, no, no. Sorry, no, I wasn't... I didn't... Chobbler! I'm not...
He's staring at me! I'm not staring. No, I wasn't. I wasn't.
I didn't mean to. What?! Honestly... What?! What?! WHAT?!
Fantastic, eh?
We haven't necessarily found the right person to run it yet.
I'll come back. Who knew a bloke who killed his mother and kept her
in a freezer wouldn't make a natural receptionist? Yeah, well,
haven't heard any good ideas from you. I'm still waiting for
suggestions from all of you, actually. What, about the PID desk?
Can we all stop calling it that? PID means Prisoner Information Desk,
so PID desk would be Prisoner Information Desk Desk, innit?
I'll talk you through it as we work. Right, yeah.
From today, Miss Gill will be shadowing me.
Will I? New day, right?
Oh, and remember, most song titles wins.
Listen, if it starts to feel like
it's, you know, too soon... No, honestly, it's fine.
Is that a tan, Miss Gill? Is that a new haircut?
It's beaut!
I appreciate the phone calls as well,
the checking in. Well, you were missed, by the prisoners as well.
So what's the new Governor like? Temporary Governor.
They all blur into one after a while. Miss!
Yeah, I'm checking for you, Darren. I've been waiting for ages!
Morning, Mr Hemmings.
We finally shipped out Dirty Harry and got Hemmings instead.
Stabbed a nurse in the eye with a pen.
OK?
Yeah.
Mm-hm.
Erm, I were thinking about starting fresh,
maybe switching a few people off my Key Worker list
that I'm getting nowhere with. Like who? Costa, maybe?
I think Jax would get further with him than I ever did, so...
If that's what you want.
Yo! Anything about my court papers, Guv?
I told you they'd do their best, son. You've Got to Have Faith.
Ooh! Cheeky George Michael, nice!
Sir? Sorry, I was just wondering how I get my clothes?
Just feel like I stand out in this,
just way too small. Yeah, tracksuits are one-size-fits-all. You know why?
Because you're all the same. And I wouldn't be putting pictures of
your kids out, never know what people are in for. Right.
Sorry, I didn't rea...
Is it just me, or is there loads of tension on the wing?
We've got a pad thief.
Stuff's gone missing from every landing - food, vapes, toiletries.
Right, well, being as every other bloke in here is a thief, then...
A pad thief's different, hated.
You don't steal off someone who's got nothing.
Miss?
Miss Henry, you got a sec?
Costa.
Welcome back.
Was there something you wanted?
I, er, haven't had a Key Worker session since our last one.
I just wanted to catch up. Well, Miss Stokes is now
your Key Worker, so... Why?
Because we've got nothing else to say to each other.
That is really not a good idea. Why not?
I've still got that nice picture of you on my phone, for one thing.
You've got just as much to lose as I do. Right, it's over. So stay away
from me, or I'll have Miss Henry transfer you to the other end of
the country and you'll never see your loved ones. Now, fuck off.
Fire!
Get the alarm.
Clear the landings! Everybody out on the yard!
Fire! Fire! Fire!
D Wing, help needed!
Shit! Fuck! I can't see anything.
Can you hear me?
Kam?
Daniel? Yes?
I was getting my meds.
Get out of the wing! Where's Kam?
Kam?
Come on, quick as you can, please.
Kam? Kam?
Kam? What are you doing?! Oi!
Move, out of the way! Oi! Oi!
Get out of his way! MOVE! We're coming for you, Kam,
don't worry. Can you get the fire hoods, please?
Kam, get yourself against the back wall.
You ready? Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Right, move! Move!
Fuck! They've sabotaged it.
I'm going in. No, no, no. You can't, it's dangerous!
I've no choice. Wait. Wait, wait.
There's shit on the handle. Get me something, then.
Wait for the hood. Can't wait. Step back.
Step back!
Kam...
Kam?
Hello...
All right? I'm OK.
Come on, move, lads!
Wait there.
But I've already been given me meds, Miss Stokes.
Kam Tavernier's on his way to hospital
because someone burnt out his cell. Why?
I wouldn't know, Miss Henry. You know everything, Google.
I'm not asking who, I'm asking why. They smeared shit on the handle,
they did everything they could to slow us down. He could have died.
That app you put in...
I've got hundreds of apps in. The one requesting the visit to
the outside dentist that I was about to turn down.
It wasn't Kam they were after.
Who, then? Daniel Wicks? What's he done?
It's not what he's done, it's what he was.
There's a rumour doing the rounds and the finger pointed at him.
People think Daniel Wicks is the pad thief?
Oh, no. No. No-one knows who the pad thief is,
and I've had a tube of denture cream robbed.
The rumour, Google.
Well, word is...
..an undercover police officer's been put on the wing.
Ooh! Has she abandoned you already?
Why, were you jealous?
What you up to?
Looking out, innit? What, with the pad thief about.
What, you've got your own Neighbourhood Watch going?
Oh, Isn't it Ironic?
When you talk to the cons,
the game is to get in as many song titles as you can.
Hits only, nothing weird. You in? Yeah.
And what are you doing? Nothing, Guv.
It's Ironic. What is?
The Alanis Morissette song is called "Ironic", not "Isn't it Ironic?".
Look, I was talking about a little loan, it's up to you...
Happy Together there, ladies?
Mm.
It's your first time, right?
Don't borrow anything off anyone.
Right. Thanks. I'm not saying it for you.
It'll be me at the inquest telling your family you couldn't cope.
Can I just...? Sorry, erm...
How often do fires happen?
Oh, no more than once a week, you'll get used to it.
What if I don't? Then you'd better start pretending,
cos this place is full of sharks, and if they smell blood...
I don't have anything in common with anyone.
Yes, you have! You're a prisoner.
I'm on remand. So?
I'm a civil servant.
No, YOU are a prisoner...
..and you'd better start acting like one.
Hi. Thank you for seeing me. It sounded urgent.
Er, there's a rumour on the wing.
Sit down. There's been tension all week. We thought it was because
there was a cell thief, but it seems the men think that
there's an undercover policeman on the wing. Right.
Well, I mean, I generally get parachuted in to problem prisons
to turn 'em around but, sure, yeah, I can start handling wing rumours
as well. Take it you haven't been told anything, then?
What, you're taking this seriously? Of course not. Someone's always
making something up, they're bored out of their brains.
The problem is, the men are taking it seriously,
which makes it serious. Daniel Wicks was burnt out of his cell today
because he was a traffic warden 15 years ago.
He was attacked because he once wore a uniform? If the men
think they've identified a serving officer, they will kill him.
You know what another death on C Wing would mean?
No more C Wing.
You have to shut this down.
But how? You know what rumours are like. Like with a fire.
Starve it of oxygen. Come tomorrow, there'll be a new rumour, probably
even more stupid, and everyone moves on. What if they don't?
It's YOUR responsibility to make sure they do.
Oh, hang on, Leigh.
Oh!
I knew I was missing something.
This belonged to Toby Phillips. It was a gift.
The Patron Saint of Lost Causes.
I never normally take it off.
You must be letting your guard down. You'll be telling me
where you live next. I'm, erm...
I'm not available for the rest of the week.
I've got, er... No need to make something up for my sake.
I'm a grown-up. You always were very clear.
I remember liking that about you in training.
Shame you waited 20 years to tell me. Yeah.
Look, for a second, when you asked to see me urgently,
then said it was about a rumour, I thought... Thought it was about us?
I hope you're equally clear that this can't come out.
That's why this works, isn't it?
Neither of us can afford that.
Shut the rumour down, Leigh.
Rose...
It's Miss Gill. Have you been thinking about me
as much as I've been thinking about you? I bet that works for
most girls, doesn't it? Move back. Thought so.
Move the fuck back!
We need to stay close.
I've told you... And I'm telling you
you need to stay on as my Key Worker. Why?
Because I am trying to protect you,
and you're not making it easy.
I don't need protecting. But you do, Rose.
Don't say I didn't warn you.
There was nothing in it, the rumour.
There's no undercover officer. No smoke without fire!
I'm serious, Google, spread the word, it's time to move on.
But people have moved on, Miss Henry. Hmm.
From Daniel Wicks, anyway.
Everyone's got a theory about who it is.
Doesn't matter what I say, they won't stop looking now.
Used to be able to leave your cell door wide open all day, didn't you?
Am I right? Of course I am.
There's lads in here only think something's really theirs
if they've stolen it. What did you get for 12 across? I remember once,
fella on a Lifers' wing had his bed nicked.
Are you OK?
What's going on?
Nice cup of tea, Miss Henry? Ta.
Terrible thing, when everyone's suspicious of
everyone else. Dangerous, am I right?
Detective Inspector Shannon, please.
So, how was it?
Better than you thought, eh? Hmm.
99% total boredom,
1% sheer terror. Hmm.
We're all proud of you, you know, for coming back.
And obviously, until the pad thief is caught, we'll need to keep
our eyes open for anyone hanging round the cells, looking suspicious.
It's a prison, they all look suspicious! I thought Daniel Wicks
was the pad thief. No, that's not why he got burnt out.
Really? How do you know? Heard It Through the Grapevine?
They only count with the cons, you plum! Let's focus on coming up with
some ideas to encourage the men to take responsibility.
Did anyone have any suggestions for candidates
for the PID desk? It's just PID, man. Or anything else we could try?
Tell you what,
it's much simpler with the kids.
It's ones who behave the worst need punishing the least.
Don't bother 'em, see, cos they know all about anger and violence,
what they don't understand is love and trust,
cos, well, they've got no experience of it.
Cry me a fucking river!
What happened to your tie, scruff? It's not compulsory.
We've got a new arrival later, Tyler Reeks.
I'll brief you separately on him. Woo!
C Wing. One minute...
Can I have the office, please? Yeah.
Oh, yeah, has one of you lot had one of my energy drinks?
Sorry. Yeah.
Yeah. I'm on my way.
Hey. I'm visiting a lad on B Wing, so I thought I'd see you in person,
as long as you're quick. There's a rumour doing the rounds.
The men think there's an undercover officer been put on the wing.
I need to be able to tell them that I've checked
and that it's definitely not true. It's ridiculous.
Because it is, isn't it?
Well, it's, er, about the most dangerous undercover assignment
you can do, so, er, highly unlikely.
They'd need a damn good reason.
Are you involved?
Not exactly.
What are you not telling me?
Look, all I can tell you - because it's all I know -
is that Toby's case hasn't officially been closed. Why not?
It's not my case, it's been escalated. What does that mean?
It means it's now above my paygrade,
and even further above yours.
So it could be true? I've told you, I don't know.
But if it was, what should I be looking for? No. You shouldn't
be looking. If they find him before I do, they'll kill him.
At least tell me how he would present.
Hypothetically,
I'd be watching out for someone fairly new on the wing,
who fits in almost too well,
with a serious criminal record,
and doing things that get him status
amongst the other cons. OK? Mm.
Let me out! You're out of order! Pack it in, Hemmings, now, please!
Now! Yes, yes, I hear you. Pack it in now.
Fuck you! Now! When am I getting out? I said, when am I getting out?
Oi. He ain't your problem any more. Yeah.
So, what's going on with you and Gary?
How do you mean? Have you fallen out?
He seems... so angry. Ah, who knows?
He reckons what happened to Toby hasn't affected him, that all
it's done is confirm that this lot should have been drowned at birth,
but, you know... Well, maybe he's just not getting any.
Oh!
Bruv, what you doing?!
What's he up to? Sorry, I thought you were done. That's mine!
21st century, in one of the richest countries in the world,
and people ain't got enough to eat.
When am I getting out?!
Right, excuse me. When am I getting out?! Oi!
You're not coming out, Hemmings! Yeah? You do not get to call me
an ugly, fat bitch and play pool, yeah? It's one or the other.
Sir? Sir?
What's up with you, Morgan? I, er...
I saw him, Mr Campbell, going in and out of cells,
I know who the pad thief is.
Eh...
So, what are you gonna do about it?
Well, that's why I'm talking to you.
I know I'm not meant to grass... No buts, you don't grass.
Even though everybody wants him caught? Did I say it made sense?
If they find out you knew who the pad thief was and you did nothing,
your life won't be worth living.
Oh!
Something fucking funny?
Sorry, I'm not... I'm not disagreeing, I just...
That's how I ended up in here.
I interrupted a burglar,
and I picked up a cricket bat and I chased him...
..and he smashed through a window,
ended up in a coma.
What, and they charged you? Yeah.
This country's a fucking joke!
That's why I need to be careful who I talk to, isn't it?
Because there might be the odd burglar.
No wonder you don't fit in.
Yeah, but I need to, don't I, hmm?
As soon as possible, please. It'll get infected. Did you see my record?
Have you seen what happened the last time I went to see a nurse?
I'm sick of listening to you.
I ain't getting worked up. Mate... I ain't going to health care.
Who, are you? You need to back away from me, yeah? Oi!
Look at me, OK? All right up there, Miss Gills?
I do... So what you hustling me for?
Go get me a plaster... Yeah, I'm fine, yeah.
All right?
Back in your cell.
New watch?
New day.
Ah, so, Latvians, again. Oh! They've been brewing hooch.
If you don't let enough air in while it's fermenting, it explodes.
Yeah, and the Kosovans on the Twos are making yoghurt somehow but, er,
I don't even wanna think about that.
I still hear the sound sometimes, in my sleep.
Me too. If I sleep.
Can't get used to a soft mattress.
I thought it were my turn.
I thought it were another gunshot and it were my turn.
Why would someone want to shoot you?
Why would someone want to shoot Toby?
I don't deserve to be here.
Why not?
If you need someone to talk to,
you can talk to me.
After what you did for me, I want to be there for you.
All I did were listen.
You made me realise that it was safe to trust someone.
Well, why aren't you?
There's something you're not telling us, isn't there? I'm your boss,
there's lots I'm not telling you.
If you want us all to work towards the same thing,
you need to tell us what's going on.
I'm seeing someone.
Like a therapist?
No, a man. You think I need to see a therapist?
No. I...
I just...
Er... Surprised?
No, no, no. Erm...
Well, yeah. Well, it's not a relationship, it's more... It...
It works, for both of us.
Well, as long as it's got nothing to do with this place, I'm glad.
What about you?
Relationships? No trust.
You keep telling everyone you're fine, but you're not, are you?
Mm. If there's one thing I know, it's what scared looks like.
No-one is gonna hurt you, Miss Gill.
Not while I'm around. And I'm not gonna let you give up
on this place. It means too much, doesn't it?
Doesn't it?
What if I'm more trouble than I'm worth?
You all right? I thought you was going home.
Yeah, I'm all right now. Mm.
Had another hug?
Something like that.
So, Jax, about Costa, I were thinking I should carry on as
his Key Worker, after all. Oh, why? Yes, why?
Is Hemmings back from Healthcare? Mm.
I've decided not to give up so easy.
I don't want fucking Maguire back!
You know, I've thought about it,
and there is no point me carrying on with you,
cos there's no trust between us. Rose, you can trust me.
You can't trust me.
Otherwise, you would have told me everything you know.
Right, last chance.
Why do I need protecting?
Someone has to take the blame.
The blame for what? For the feds getting hold of that strap.
I don't understand. They said in the news that guns have been found
in prisons before, it's not that unusual. What's so special about
this one? Look, I can't say any more, so don't ask.
You need to watch your back, Rose.
Look, I'll tell you when I know more.
I can protect you,
but only if we stick together.
Why are you here, Mr Hemmings?
Have you got Alzheimer's? You've only just banged me in here.
I mean, this prison. What was your offence?
Why don't you look it up? Why don't you tell me?
There was a disagreement, in a bookmakers.
Where? What is this? Where?
Fucking Preston! Why?
And is that where your father was a policeman?
So you DID look it up. Which constabulary was he in?
Why are you checking up on me? Most people whose parents are in
the police don't become violent criminals, they join the Force
themselves. Maybe most people's dads aren't horrible fucking psychos!
What was yours, a dirty screw?
Look, I hate the police.
I hate anyone in uniform.
You'll stay locked up till Governor's Adjudication.
Miss?
You think I'm the undercover copper, don't you?
Are you? So there is one?
Listen, baby, I need you to tell Dad
that I'm moving onto C Wing today.
You know how he worries. We can't have that.
Yeah, for real.
Looking forward to seeing a few old faces.
Morning, campers!
Hi-de-fucking-Hi!
Welcome to the jungle.
Freeflow, ID cards ready!
Did you tell an inmate there IS an undercover policeman
on the wing? Of course not.
That's what people are saying,
so don't be surprised if there's more fire.
You need to spread the word. I've spoken to the police,
there's no undercover officer. Well, what else would they say?
I'm telling you, anyone arriving on this wing from now on
is gonna be a prime suspect.
Fuck!
Can I talk to you?
Welcome, Mr Reeks.
I'm Miss Henry. I'm CM on C Wing.
I won't remember your name...
..but you're gonna remember mine.
You'd do well to keep your head down at the moment, Mr Reeks,
since you're new.
That right, is it?
In a bit, Miss.
What's up, bro?
You're the pad thief.
What? I saw you,
going in and out of everybody's cells.
No, no, man. OK, but...
I was looking for leftovers... Shut up! ..Not stealing.
I swear down. I'm feeding the pigeons!
Oof!
I know we're not meant to, but they're the same as us,
no-one likes them either! Shut up!
Please, man, don't!
Coming through! Coming through!
Gentlemen, the alarm's sounding, back in your pads!
Traditional punishment for a pad thief.
All right, love. All right.
All right. Zahid, stay with me.
Some fucker keeps drinking my energy drinks.
Poor Zahid was still saying he was no pad thief as they got him in
the ambulance. Yeah, well, Tiny Malone reckons he's had
his deodorant nicked just ten minutes ago, so it looks like.
Zahid was telling the truth.
Don't suppose he said who attacked him?
I want to put Hemmings in charge of the PID. PID!
Thank you. Seriously? Wait, did you say Hemmings?
Why? Because I heard what you said - about the most unlovable ones
being the ones who need it most. That's kids, not blokes who've gone
tonto in a bookies with a machete and blinded a nurse with a Biro.
But your insight was, it is, valuable, and inspiring.
Yeah, well, that's me, innit, you know? Ahem...
Fucking inspirational. We'll give Hemmings some authority,
show him that his experience is worth something too.
Because no responsibility means no self-worth.
Nothing good comes from that.
Let's go, ladies.
Er, Leigh?
Thank you.
Come here.
Oh!
New day, eh? We should all, er, go down the pub one night,
have some team drinks and all that.
You don't think I need a therapist, do you?
You what? Oh, actually, did have this idea, Boss.
OK. So, you know how the wing's full of men who've got practical skills,
OK? And at the same time, we can't get Works to do anything
for months cos everything's outsourced now, so...
I love it.
How do you mean? I mean, that's a great idea.
Uh... But, erm,
we're not going to do it? Yeah, we are. We are. We're gonna do it.
And we'll go to the pub.
Right.
Why's your bell on?
I did it.
Did what?
Pad thief.
I didn't want to, but I did.
I'll be all right now, won't I?
Eh? Should be.
You've proved yourself.
Proved that you are one of them, after all.
Congratulations.
Oh, and shit's still going missing,
so you didn't even get the right bloke.
Jax?
Mr Campbell.
Can we just...?
Can we just go back to how it was?
We've talked about this. No, I don't mean sex. Just mates.
Dunno. Can you stop acting like a twat, or...?
I dunno...
..but I'll give it a go.
Miss you.
OK.
What you up to tonight?
Hey, no, I'm not asking you out, just making conversation.
Same as every night, going home and cooking tea. What, fish fingers?
Oh, my God! What, too near the knuckle?
Just steady, yeah?
Why? If we can't give the murdering shitbags what they deserve,
we can at least enjoy it when they give it to each other.
Another Day in Paradise, eh, Tiny?
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