Bad Girls (1999) s05e03 Episode Script

I run the screws, you run the cons.
Between us, we'II get this pIace sewn up.
I just heard SnowbaII on the phone, taIking to your son.
- What? - She's pIanning to break out.
I'II teII you what's ridicuIous.
You hanging around with one-night stands haIf your age.
- I'm sick of your jeaIousy! - You are cheating on me.
Look at you.
CaII yourseIf a man? You cIimbed into that coffin meek as a Iamb.
Oh, go home and braise some meatbaIIs for me tea.
Found the missing gun, miss.
Stay cooI.
I'm a civiIian.
You're driving me to the station.
(SyIvia screams and sobs) No! I do have a good reason to waste a buIIet on you.
Don't I? Where are we going? (SnowbaII) Straight on.
Here.
Keys.
Ritch! Oh, Christ.
Mum did that? Spend the bitch's cash getting it sorted.
- Let's get the heII out.
- Open your boot.
Come on, bitch.
Get out.
- Jesus Christ! - Get in! - SnowbaII! - We can't Iet her snitch on us.
- I'm not getting in there.
- Ritch! - Just get in.
- (Karen) Ritchie! - Get in! - Jesus Christ! - (Karen yeIIs) - Go! It's Mum's mob.
She's onto us.
(SnowbaII) Watch it! (Screams) Shit! They're on us.
(Tyres squeaIing) - (SnowbaII screams) - Come on! Come on! (Gasping) (SnowbaII) Ritchie! (SnowbaII screams) She has Karen as hostage.
Hijacked her car.
What? Cretins on the Iodge said Karen signed out with a tutor just before Di and I Ieft.
Didn't check the ID.
- Merriman must have a weapon.
- Jesus.
PoIice have scrambIed a heIicopter, roadbIocks Nothing wiII save our career pIan, Jim.
May as weII write my resignation.
You aII right? Christ AImighty.
(Sighs) Leave it out, SnowbaII.
It's her fauIt this happened to me.
Jesus.
If you hadn't stopped me Iast time.
We're free, babe.
Let's go.
No.
I want her to know what it's Iike to be on death row.
I want you on your knees, begging me for a pardon.
Go on.
You beg me to Iet you Iive.
- (CIicks) - Beg.
- SnowbaII, no! - Ritch! (Gunshot) (Sirens waiIing) - Ritch? - (Gasping) Ritch? Come on! Ritch? Ritchie, can you hear me? Ritchie! Come on, stay with me, stay with me.
- I got it.
- That's it.
OK, hurry up.
Quick as you can.
(Man) Come on, hurry up! Haven't got aII day.
Come on.
- Take this one.
- CoIin, just pass thisone.
And the other one, mate.
- That's it.
- CarefuI.
Good man.
Oi, you two! Carry your own or Ieave it here.
''Mr Potter.
'' I'II be writing to your managing director.
Is that aIcohoI? - Is there a probIem? - No aIcohoI is permitted.
- No aIcohoI? - You are joking, aren't you? Even if we bring our own? It's kept aside for coIIection on reIease.
- Five years on the wagon? - No wonder peopIe top themseIves.
Soft drinks are purchased in the canteen.
No, no.
I need that tonic.
There's quinine in this.
For her cramps.
Up here, pIease.
- (Grunts and strains) - Thank you.
- Are these drugs? - For goodness' sake! I can't be without my piIIs.
The medicaI officer wiII prescribe repIacements.
- Why can't I keep these? - They couId be heroin or crack.
This is getting more ridicuIous by the second! Take a seat untiI I caII you.
We've taken enough of this nonsense.
I want to see your supervisor.
Now.
Cheers.
(Sobs) Are you free to take us into town? We'II put the kettIe on and have a nice cup of tea.
(Sobs) Got your keys? - This may take a whiIe.
- Uh-oh.
- Here's their contraband, sir.
- (Tuts) Ladies.
I'm PrincipaI Officer Jim Fenner.
I hope you're going to teII that warden to return our property.
This is prison, I'm afraid.
Drink and drugs is against the ruIes.
She's even stoIen Bev's tonic water.
(Sighs) OK.
(Sucks in breath) Let 'em have their tonic water.
It won't taste the same without a sIice of Iemon.
Perhaps you'd Iike to cut it in haIf and see if there's any heroin in it? So, which one of you's the artist, then? - I am.
- That is aIIowed in here, isn't it? It is.
If you behave yourseIves, get a cup of tea and a hot meaI too.
If you heIp us hurry up the process.
OK, carry on.
My daughter Connie wiII be here soon.
You shouId get back to Mr GrayIing.
I'm not Ieaving you on your own.
Look, if there's anything we can do You can't bring him back, can you? I've Iost him for good.
And I'm going to Iose the house, everything.
What? We're being repossessed.
The business was going down the tubes.
We were months behind on the mortgage.
He's Ieft me with debts of £50,000.
Oh, my God.
I'm so sorry.
What has he done to me? I'm homeIess, poor and aIone.
Come on.
You've got your chiIdren, haven't you? - And your friends.
- He didn't even Ieave me a note.
Oh, Di.
I drove him to it.
I pushed him too far.
It's not your fauIt.
I'II never forgive myseIf.
Get your beds made up.
You'II be moved to your wing after the weekend.
G&T, PhyI? Don't mind if I do, Bev.
''No aIcohoI permitted''! Stupid bIoody shits! What did you have pIanned, watching Merriman escape? She stuck that bIoody gun in my back and made me drive her to Ritchie.
And he got shot.
(NeiI) Morning.
Thank you.
Karen! How are you? What doesn't kiII us makes us tougher.
I hope so.
Oh, erm, Area caIIed Iast night.
They dumped part-privatisation.
- Going the whoIe hog.
- Oh, shit.
FormaI offer's been made to Linford Securities.
Sending in an advance team Iater this week to pave the way.
- Morning, ma'am.
- Morning.
You mean to start the sackings? NeiI thinks they'II renegotiate the anciIIary service contracts first.
But G Wing wiII definiteIy be a focus for staff changes.
Thanks to Merriman.
Another naiI in the coffin.
How can they expect us to have anything but probIems with scum Iike her and DockIey to deaI with? AII we can do is convince them we're doing the best job possibIe.
Put up a united front.
TaIk positive.
I'II ask NeiI for a Iist of buzzwords.
There's two to coIIect from the hospitaI wing - - Buki Lester and Denny BIood.
- Denny's been in hospitaI? I moved her when Merriman came back.
Save setting off another freak-out.
She's been on sedation, but Iistening therapy might be what she needs.
I'II ask Reverend MiIIs to Iend an ear.
We've aIso got two new aIIocations - - PhyIIida Oswyn and BeverIey TuII.
- (Laughs) The oId Costa cons.
Had fun and games with them on reception.
If you couId get them tucked up in ceII five Mm-hm.
The onIy other escort duty today is taking Yvonne to visit her son.
One for me.
OK? UnIock for breakfast.
Thank you, ma'am.
So he's stiII with us, then, oId Ioverboy Atkins? They've removed the buIIet.
The one he stopped Merriman bIowing my brains out with.
- Had to be the hero! - Thank God he's not a dead one.
I wish he'd turned the gun on Merriman.
If I couId reIive five minutes and do what I shouId've to her.
There's nothing you couId do to SnowbaII Merriman that wouId make things better with your son.
Just go and be his mum.
Want a IittIe word with Scarface.
Yep.
Sure.
(Keys jangIing) Boyfriend springs you from jaiI and you shoot him.
- Not very Bonnie and CIyde.
- Have you heard how he is? What, nobody toId you? - What? - (Sighs) WeII, the operation went weII.
They got your buIIet from out of his insides.
(Sighs) But he'd aIready Iost too much bIood, according to Miss Betts.
She was She was by his side at the end.
No.
OnIy one pIace he's going to be waiting for you now.
(Sobs) I don't know how you're gonna Iive with yourseIf, Iove.
(Sobs) (Chattering) Look who's back.
(Cheering and appIause) Buki! How are you doing? Back's stiII a bit sore.
My burns were so deep, couId have went right to my heart.
Better than being dead, eh? NearIy wished I was, times they never fixed me enough morph.
Thinking about my Lennox got me through.
Aw Like I owe you two, innit? What you done for me.
I couId have been fried meat.
GrayIing owes us, man.
Roisin and Cassie got a pardon for saving his Iife.
What do we get for saving each other's Iives? Frig aII.
- Ain't it, though.
- We got a pIan to fix that.
I'II get you some breakfast whiIe AI teIIs you about it.
Hope it aII goes weII at the hospitaI today.
Seeing your son.
I thought you'd have wished him dead after what he done.
He saved Miss Betts' Iife, didn't he? I was hoping you couId save me from someone, Yvonne.
I'm not asking you to grass.
I just wondered if you knew anyone by the name of Gnasher.
Gnasher? He's in a kids' comic, isn't he? (Murmuring) Hey, Babs.
We done a sympathy card for oId Bodybag.
After her husband topping himseIf.
- (JuIie J) You've got to feeI sorry for her.
- OnIy a Christian couId.
(JuIie S) Might heIp soften her up a bit.
- Can I sign my sympathies? - You're taking the piss.
You're onIy sorry you didn't snuff him yourseIf.
No.
That's the oId SheII done that.
Me and Mrs HoIIamby's trying to make it up.
Part of me new sentence pIan.
WeII, just your signature, OK? Here she is.
Miss, we done you a card to offer our condoIences.
Yeah.
No one shouId go through that.
It's got a good few names on it.
Here.
Oh.
Thank you.
(Di) Oh, isn't that nice of you girIs? (Sniffs) Oh, dear.
I didn't want to be a sniveIIing neIIy.
Come on, Iet's get you a cup of tea.
You shouId have a chat with Reverend MiIIs, SyIv.
He's not onIy there for the prisoners, you know.
- I know.
You're right.
- Come on.
- What do you reckon? - Genius, aye? (Scoffs) Come on, it's got to be better than digging a tunneI.
This way, we'II get out cIear.
A fuII and free pardon, Buki.
Tonight, yeah? (AII faII siIent) You'II soon make friends.
- This is it? - For five years? It'II be Iess if you're good girIs.
We're supposed to be pampered, aren't we? Oh, PhyI.
This is more than my nerves can hack.
It's pretty ghastIy but we'II soon work our wits on it.
You reaIIy think so, darIing? (Scoffs) Got into the royaI encIosure at bIoody Ascot, didn't we? Gob a knob.
Come on, Den.
Perk up.
Got you off the bIock, didn't I? Yeah, it was me that puIIed the strings for you.
Now I'm giving you an earner.
Stop you coming over aII gIoomy.
What kind of an earner? Got a deaI with Fenner.
Giving the screws wrist action.
- You've got to be joking me.
- I need the money.
For my kid.
- Letting him pimp you? - It's a partnership.
I need you on Iookout.
But Fenner, SheII? After aII the shit he's Iaid on you? Yeah, weII, he knows to watch his step.
He proved that by getting you off the bIock.
Soare you gonna put it there, Den? (Knock at door) - Reverend MiIIs? - Mrs HoIIamby.
Learning sign Ianguage.
Go and poIish some candIesticks, Hunt.
Move! - I'm sorry, Reverend.
- Here.
You heard my husband died? I'm so sorry.
Do you know any more about how he is? CriticaI but stabIe, Iast they said.
Looksorry.
I'II take them off in hospitaI.
Yeah.
Like I'm a nice, normaI mum.
I can stiII remember the first time I saw him.
Streatham High Street, 1968.
I was a meter maid then, putting a ticket on a Ford Cortina, when up comes this cheeky chappie in a uniform.
CouId he spend his money on me, instead of Lambeth CounciI? Swap me a ticket to his prison's dinner dance? - And you said yes? - WeII, no.
I made him persuade me.
But when he took me on that dance fIoor I knew I couId waItz round the worId with him.
Try to remember him Iike that.
AII your happy times together.
I do.
But then I get so angry with him.
How he's Iet me down.
How couId he Ieave me in such a mess? He was obviousIy in a terribIy distressed state of mind.
And it's very naturaI for you to feeI anger as weII as sorrow.
But I'm sure, however misguided, he didn't take his Iife because he wanted to Ieave you.
But he won't even be waiting in heaven for me now.
Suicides aren't aIIowed in, are they? WeIII think we shouId have faith in Iove.
And trust in God's forgiveness.
- Er, Ritchie Atkins? - Yes, he's down here.
There you go.
Mum.
Hi, Ritchie.
(Karen) HeIIo, Ritchie, how are you? (Ritchie) I'II survive, I guess.
Said you saved her Iife.
(Ritchie, chuckIing) Yeah, weII I've kissed goodbye to my career as a porn stud.
Not much caII for wheeIchair action.
What do you mean? I'm paraIysed.
(JuIie J) Got your Iunch.
Oh, Iook, Ju.
She's feeIing sorry for herseIf.
Oh! (Sniffs mockingIy) Got any tissues, Ju? You bitches.
I'm on the cross.
Do you have to mock me as weII? We feeI sorry for Yvonne.
Visiting her son in hospitaI.
Cos you shot him.
Visiting? What do you mean? Ritchie's dead.
Since when? Fenner toId me.
PIease! Are you saying he's aIive? No thanks to you.
(Sobs) I'II, er, catch a word with the consuItant.
Mumthey don't know if it's permanent.
Look, it's my fauIt.
I'm to bIame for getting SnowbaII that gun.
Don't beat yourseIf up.
Course I bIeedin' wiII.
I Iet her do a runner so I couId give you a great big hiding.
I shouId have known better than to cross you.
Ritchie.
I know how bad I've messed up.
Me and your dad, we taught you and Lauren things that parents shouIdn't teII their kids.
You get hit, you hit back harder.
If you don't, you're not an Atkins.
AII that shit.
And Iook where it's got us now.
I promise you, Ritchie.
I'm gonna make it up to you.
I get out of jaiI next year, then me, you and your sister, we're gonna start afresh.
We'II be a reaI famiIy.
Sorry, Mum.
If I ever get out of this bed, it's for SnowbaII.
Has that witch put a speII on you? WiII you take her a Ietter for me? I'd cut me hands off first.
And they'd stiII be twitching to get round her neck.
WeII, cut my Iegs off, then.
She's the onIy reason I've got to waIk.
Ritchie, don't taIk shit.
You've got your whoIe Iife to fight back for.
You seen that murdering bitch for what she is, didn't you? SnowbaII and me is be and end.
Rest of our Iives got trashed.
Oh, PhyI, Iook.
Hasn't she got wonderfuI hands? You're joking, ain't ya? Amount of bogs I've cIeaned? PhyI.
- Bev.
- Oh, I'm JuIie.
JuIie S, that is.
Cos there's aIready a J and an OK.
Er, may I? Oh, yes.
A creative hand too, I see.
- Do ya? - Mm.
- Something of a writer? - I do Iike to write poems.
And there's some unhappiness.
A broken reIationship? - Trevor? - Trevor, yes, right.
- Ermyou never married? - BIeeding heII! And there's someone eIse too chiIdren? - A chiId.
- My David.
He's my pride and joy! Here, Ju Bev's reading me paIm! I'm a touch psychic meseIf.
She's the seventh daughter of a seventh daughter.
- Shame.
AII them hand-me-downs.
- It means she's got the sight.
Here, Den! You never guess what about Bev here - she's a psychic.
- She's what? - Psychic.
You know, Iike a medium.
You're a very caring person.
And IoyaI to your friends.
And there's a reaIIy cIose reIationship.
A friend.
No, it's cIoser than that.
A sister, aImost.
It's amazing.
That's spot-on, that is.
Bev has a marveIIous gift.
Beats reading oId tea Ieaves, eh, Ju? So if you're a medium, does that mean you taIk to dead peopIe? - WeII - Not in every case.
Cos my girIfriend Shaz, she got burnt to death in the fire.
And if I couId taIk to her, that'd be wicked.
- I couId try.
- Don't piss me about, though.
Of course we wouIdn't do that.
But, erm, we wouId need something in exchange.
Sorry.
I'II see you soon.
- Yeah? - We'II see what we can fix up.
SnowbaII wouId never have shot you.
She's just been in too many crap movies.
My fauIt for jumping in.
BeIieve what you Iike, Ritchie.
Send me one back from her.
I don't know about you but I couId use a drink.
- Eh? - There's a pub nearby.
We can go out the side door, come back for the cab when we're good and ready.
Hope you brought your own hanky.
That's not a nice way to treat your favourite customer.
Let's get on with it.
Don't want to miss my tea.
Hang on.
If I've paid 20 quid, I want my 20 quid's worth, don't I? What about a sexy dance? What about you stick your knob in here and I'II watch you dance? - You're beginning to annoy me.
- Good.
Maybe you'II take your stiffy somewhere eIse, then.
Hand job or nothing.
Suppose you'II do for now.
(GIasses cIinking) Don't pretend that's the first drink you've had since you went to jaiI.
First one a screw's bought me, that's aII.
Can you cut the ''us and them'' for once? Got a fag on youdarIing? You know (Sighs) I'm more IikeIy to do a runner than you aredarIing.
HobbIed now, aren't I? If I want to be aIIowed to see my son again.
Least he wants to see his mum.
Reckon I must stiII have some uses.
That's more than my 20-year-oId son credits me with.
Ross.
I don't know when I'm gonna see him next.
Ran off with an oIder woman, did he? Dropped out of uni a few weeks ago.
ToId him I had enough crap on my hands without wiping his arse.
A whoIe bIoody prisonIoad.
Soif you want to pIay who's the worst mum or who's got the worst taste in men WeII, you couIdn't do worse than Fenner.
Yeah.
BoIIocks.
I'd go Iesbian Iike a shot if aII it took was a bIoody piII.
I don't want you after my daughter next.
Ain't got aII day.
Right, you Iot.
Through you come.
You had your hair cut? HeIIo, sweetheart.
Proof, Den, that aII men are a bunch of wankers.
They'd be queuing at the door if this wasn't a nick.
Here's your cut.
Look, I need to get me hands on some gin.
- You ain't pregnant, are ya? - It's for those oId birds.
What are you doing for them crumbIies? I shouId have a word.
Cut off their saggy ears.
Bev's a medium.
Says she can taIk to Shaz.
- For a bottIe of gin? - And thingy, ertonic.
They've seen you coming, Den.
Duh! SheII, I need a tenner.
The redbands in the screws' cIub onIy deaI in cash.
I ain't getting covered in spunk so you can chat with Shaz's ghost.
- Get yourseIf another Iookout, then.
- Den, you don't understand.
Why pay when you can get it for free? - Sir, got a probIem.
- Yeah, what's that then? Them toffee-nosed oId trouts.
Con artists, yeah? Yeah.
CoupIe of expats Iiving it up on the Costa deI SoI.
You probabIy rubbed suntans with them there.
And? WeII, they got Ieft in the Iurch by their husbands.
Came home to cook up a crafty pension pIan.
Need you to heIp buy 'em a ceII-warming pressie.
He said that him and her are aII they beIieved in.
Like it's a reIigion.
The Ionger they're separated, the Iess of a hoId they have on each other.
Merriman needs paraIysing.
Look, forget her, Yvonne.
Just do what you can for Ritchie.
Hope for the best.
(Ice cubes cIink) You're aII right.
Does that mean I get another date with you, then? - Miss? - You aII right, Buki? Yeah.
Ermis it you on baths tonight, miss? She ain't put her name down.
Oh, I'II put you front of the queue.
We're on.
Thanks.
- Make sure you get something to eat.
- Yeah.
And, er, don't worry.
Our IittIe sociaI, just between ourseIves.
How was the hero, then? HeaIing up? Maybe you shouId worry about who's gonna save you when the privatisers start firing.
Positive thinking, Iove.
Works miracIes.
So does prayer.
AII he asked me to do was post this.
You two settIing in aII right? Can be very difficuIt at first.
WeII, we're gIad we've got each other.
- Trying to mix in.
- Yeah, weII, that's the way.
We've been hearing about this terribIe fire.
That poor girI Denny and her friend.
Shaz.
That was a reaI tragedy.
Poor Denny has had such a hard time.
Was she there when it happened? That's why she feIt so guiIty Ieaving her there.
Shaz was off her head on drugs.
(Both sigh) Here's your tea.
Thanks.
Got your appetite back? (Retches) It's not cooked.
Look! Trying to poison me? Oh.
Forgot your post.
It's RSVP.
We'II get a cheque an' aII, innit? As weII as a pardon.
- £5,000 each.
- Your mouth's aII brown, Buki.
I read it in the paper.
I wish they wouId give us some money.
Cos I ain't going back to my dad.
Youse can come to GIasgow wi' me.
My ma'II give us money to rent a fIat.
Yeah? We'II have a room in the fIat for Lennox, yeah? Sure, Buki.
A wheeIchair ramp up three fIights.
I've got to get that knife back to the servery.
That's mentaI, man.
(Indistinct chatter) Keep quiet.
Bev's very sensitive during this stage.
Did you bring something? - Gagging for it.
- We brought this.
- You can't have one - (AII) Without the other.
And you? Yeah, I brought something.
This.
Any shit and it'II be doing that.
Then you and your psychic wiII be dobbed right in it.
- Why's it so dark in here? - It's for the spirits.
(JuIie J) It's what they Iike.
You must try and be quiet.
Now, Denny, you sit here.
And the rest of you over there on that bed.
(SheII) Hope there's no vampire bats on it.
- I sense your fear.
- Yeah, right! Someone wants you to feeI afraid.
Someone with no face.
Who's that, then? She says you caIIed her ''dirty sIag'' because you were jeaIous of her.
She wants to teII you what it feeIs Iike to be tortured.
(InhaIes deepIy) (Sighs and scoffs) Now we wait.
(InhaIes deepIy) There's someone there.
I sense a presence.
It's It's a young spirit.
She has a sense of fun.
Do I see white, spiky hair? It's Shaz.
- Shaz? - She's standing just beside you, Denny.
She's saying something abouta boat? She says she's sorry she didn't get off the boat when you toId her to, Denny.
She's sorry that she stayed on the boat and Ieft you behind.
But now she says she's fIoated aII the way to heaven.
She spends aII her days out in the sunshine in the bIue skies and she Ioves it there.
But she misses you.
She says she Ioves you, Denny.
I Iove you too, Shaz.
You teII her I Iove her, man.
TeII her.
She knows that.
She can see you.
She can hear you.
She's watching over you.
She'II aIways be cIose by there, to heIp you.
I'm sorry, there isn't any more.
She's gone back now, Denny.
That was briIIiant.
- Never seen anything Iike it.
- Me, neither.
You couIdn't get in touch with my mum Jessie? - What about Sandra? - Not tonight, no.
This sort of thing is exhausting.
Yes, I'd Iike to Iie down, I think.
Course.
No, we'II Ieave you to it.
Come on, Ju.
It's amazing.
If there's anything you need, just ask.
Oh, that's reaIIy sweet of you.
Oh! WeII, I know what I need.
Here's to spirits.
And to bottIes more of them.
(Tonic fizzes) Mmmm.
You said we'd be fine, didn't you, darIing? The number of imbeciIes, suckers and numbskuIIs in this pIace, we shouId be in bIoody cIover.
Come on, then, if you want to be first.
- Have you hurt your Ieg, AI? - Went a wee bit stiff, miss.
- Kicking the netbaII.
- Hot water shouId sort that.
SheII, they got Shaz back for me.
Don't taIk crap.
WhoIe Ioad of hocus boIIocks.
I didn't beIieve it before, but that was Shaz, I swear.
I feIt her, man.
She touched me and everything.
And she says she don't bIame me.
- What are you going on about? - Oi! TaIking to me, not you.
WeII, you'd better piss off then, cos I wanna taIk to her.
I got Shaz to taIk to me now.
Denny! PIease! That Bev's a medium and she just got Shaz through to me.
She said she Ioves me and she's watching over me.
I don't need shit eIse, man.
It's me who needs something from you, Denny.
A chance to say I'm sorry.
I can't Iive with you hating me.
You got one minute.
I don't bIame you for being angry.
I pushed your trust too far just so I couId get Merriman to Iead me to Ritchie and the 50 grand.
AII for my own pride's sake.
A chance to get even.
- I Iost out aII round, eh? - Ain't Iost your son.
Oh, he's stiII Iiving and breathing.
May waIk again, with a bit of Iuck.
But not back to me, he won't.
Denny, you mean more to me than my own famiIy.
Look, what I'm trying to say is the offer's stiII there.
If you want a spare mum.
Big heart.
Good sense of humour.
Looking to give a nice kid a future.
Any takers? You mean, not just in here? Like you'II be there when I get out? And Iive in your house and that? See if we can make it officiaI.
Adoption or something.
If you want.
WeII, you'd just better not marry any more bastards, yeah? They ain't coming near.
Di, Di, Di! You were so right about Reverend MiIIs.
- Oh? - He's been through it himseIf.
Poor man.
Lost his wife not Iong since.
So it's onIy naturaI he shouId feeI a bond of sympathy.
AI! You three! Back here a minute, pIease.
(Buki) What? Get our turn Iast now, is it? HeIIo, Gnasher.
RoII up your trouser Ieg.
The stiff one.
I made myseIf a wee spIint, miss.
Give it to me.
A pointy stick, eh? So you couId attack me in the showers? - No! - Not for reaI, miss.
We done it so we couId rescue you.
- From yourseIves? - From Gnasher.
- (JuIie) We wanted a pardon.
- You stupid girIs.
We shouId have got one anyway for what we done in that fire.
- OnIy screws' Iives count, innit? - (Stick breaks) WeII, you are Iucky I am giving you a pardon for this.
Or you'd be in very, very deep troubIe.
Now, fIush the rest of Gnasher down the toiIet and forget that she ever existed.
Yes? - (Both) Yes, miss.
- Miss.
Oh! CouId've ate the chips and peas.
Raw chicken put me off.
Any post to go back? Can I ask when he'II get it? Be posted tonight.
By one of the works boys.
CooI.
Thought you'd aII wanna read it first.
He'II know my writing.
Won't know your wrinkIy oId face, though.
Time you ever get to see him.
Get the duty MO in here now.
Come on, sit up.
Senior Officer HoIIamby does not do deaIs with cons.
The gin is the one with the G on it.
Oh, sir.
NearIy forgot.
SheII DockIey's in Iabour.
I was there when it started.
(Screams) BIoody thing!