Bad Girls (1999) s05e06 Episode Script

Morning.
- Tony, this is Di.
- Oh, your lodger.
l'm not the sodding lodger! For your information, l'm his bloody wife! Just a minute, you two.
l'm still waiting for that money.
Are you? Oh, dear.
You're not applying for your job but the wing governor's.
- l want my old job back.
- l see.
l couldn't do a worse job than the current boss.
You know, this place would be perfect for a still.
Forget it, Di.
l have given up everything for you with this marriage, Neil.
The least you can do is give me a baby.
All l'm saying is if you try anything again l rolled over.
l can't help what happens when l'm unconscious.
lf you can't stick to your own side of the bed, l'll put my golf bag between us.
Oh, Sylvia.
l just wanted some fresh undies and a shirt.
l'm going to have to ask my daughters about this.
lf it's the husband who hogs the wardrobe these days, l must be old-fashioned.
Not everyone's as snappy a dresser as him but he doesn't cramp my style.
l won't cramp anything, Neil.
l've got to call by the bank anyway so, ermmake the most.
So much for not arousing suspicions.
She's gotta go, Di.
We can't kick her out.
She's got nowhere else to stay.
Look for somewhere with her.
Be company for each other.
Tomorrow at the latest.
Grub's up.
You can gob in it yourself cos we ain't giving you no extras.
Just give this to Yvonne.
lt's for Ritchie.
She never said nothing.
lt's all arranged.
Trust me.
Oh, well, if you put it that way.
Oh, wait a sec, though, Ju.
Last time we trusted her, didn't she kill Shaz? - Oh, yeah.
- Look, you can ask her yourself.
Just take it, OK? (Karen) And Jim, l need you to escort Merriman to admin before unlock.
And remember, we've got civilians from Linford Securities looking over the wing, so everything by the book, please.
- Sylvia, are you listening? - Mm.
Yes, ma'am.
Those of you who want jobs must make a good show of doing them.
We can't assume they're only judging by the interviews.
l'm up for cell spin duties if you need volunteers.
Yeah, if we must.
OK, that's it.
So how did you get on with the new CO, then? Well, you obviously think you went down a storm.
- l think he liked me, yeah.
- No surprises there, then.
And who better than a bunch of blokes to run a women's prison? All that bile, Karen.
Give yourself an ulcer.
l'd rather have an ulcer than a brown nose.
Excuse me.
How wicked will Lennox look in a wheelchair shaped like a sports car, man? Phyl says it's gonna have proper gears and a horn and shit.
Yeah.
And a ten-stack CD, satellite TV Talking out of your arse, Buki.
That old drunk couldn't hotwire a hairdryer.
Show you two twockers what she can do, you get me? And when Lennox sees it, he's gonna know that he mum loves him.
She's tripping, innit? Morning, Quasi.
Still swinging the bells? (Woman) Dead bitch whore! (Women shouting abuse) Nice to see you've got so many friends, love.
(Woman) Sick bitch! (2nd woman) Slag! (3rd woman) You're on your own, slut.
Ooh.
We'll soon be pillionaires, won't we? OK.
Hold.
lt'll be worth building that cripple cart just to get a proper screwdriver.
Oh, does that mean my hog's hair filbert will have its ferrule back again? By then, with luck, l shall probably be too pissed to care.
Right, you two.
Where's my money? - What? You mean? - lt still hasn't been - l thought you'd sorted that.
- So did l.
Don't give me that.
There's a reason you're behind bars and it's not for overspicing your Bloody Marys.
- l resent that.
- We're working on an appeal.
And l can tell you, it is an uphill struggle for victims of the Russian mafia.
There's only one victim here - me.
Some useless clerk's going to get a right bollocking when Nigel hears about this.
He's a manager.
A personal friend.
He'll soon get this mess sorted out.
Don't you worry.
By lunch time or you two are for it.
- Halfwit.
- We'll give her a run for her money.
Have you done your wish list for the works department? Well, l'm still waiting for your artist's impression.
- Do l get a gold star? - Oh - What? - Can't see where the booze tap is.
l wish l could throw this down Merriman's throat.
Give it here.
l'll stick it in her sandwich.
l can't.
l've got to hang onto it for now.
- You're having a laugh.
- l wish l was.
But she's the only thing keeping my sap of a son going.
And the little bitch knows it.
What do you want? l thought l'd tell you you're due for cell spin this week, if there's anything you want to disappear in advance.
One minute you're a complete moron and the next you pretend to be me best mate.
We're both locked up here.
Only difference is l wear a uniform.
Who are you looking at? - Denny, - What's up? l can't vouch much for my snout but if you've got any stash in your cell, go and crutch it.
Merriman! Ah, there you are.
l'm glad you're not taking advantage of this opportunity.
- You're a hard worker.
l like that.
- (Sniffs) - Did something happen? - (Sobs) l'm not saying it's not me own fault.
lt's just Locked up in me cell.
Stuck doing this all day.
Dogs' abuse all night.
l'm scared l'm gonna crack up, Mr Grayling.
Come on.
l can put you on the Vulnerable Prisoners' Unit, if you want, but you'd have to give this job up.
lt's the only thing keeping me going.
Have a think what would be best for you.
- Maybe talk to Reverend Mills.
- Thanks, sir.
Just have to stick it out, hope the girls can forgive me.
- l'm doing me best.
- You've made a fine start.
Just don't let yourself down.
Or me.
lf you change your mind about the Unit, let me know.
Thanks, sir.
Andsorry.
Given the right materials, it'll be a wheeze compared with what l did at Brand's Hatch in the '60s.
- You what? - Motor racing, dear.
Team mechanic.
''Steel tubing, fibreglass, acetylene torch'' Haven't you missed out the rope, ladder and getaway car? Our intention is simply to offer our design skills to set up a workshop and bring a smile to a young child's face.
We're a little long in the tooth to be climbing over walls during the night.
But if the shadow of suspicion is upon us, l'd rather put the kibosh on the whole thing.
We wouldn't want to lose our lovely gardening jobs.
No way! l'll bring it up at the management meeting, OK? Leave it with me.
- Nice one! - Yes! Ah.
Phonecard, please.
Five minutes.
(Denny) Shit, man.
Hey, thanks for the nudge.
lf they'd found the blow l'd be back on the jellies.
Mum knows best, yeah? And l should think so, too.
And l want the interest added to the balance.
Understood? Bloody idiots.
They're blaming the computer system now.
l said, ''lt's not computers that make mistakes, ''it's the monkeys tapping the keys.
'' - But he'll sort it out? - Mm.
Nigel wasn't there but his assistant assured me that he'll see to it personally, right away.
l'm so sorry, Mrs Hollamby.
lt is all very embarrassing.
As long as it's put right.
Mrs Hollamby, what about our ice bucket? You can forget that till l'm back in funds.
OK, lads.
Let's not waste our time.
l'll do the business here, you make a start in G2.
All right.
(Phyl) Ticking along nicely.
l thought we might have needed external heat but this seems to be doing the trick.
When will we be able to try it? Not for at least another week.
And don't get too excited.
lt won't be up to much.
Beggars and choosers, it'll be nectar to me.
But if Betts takes the bait, we'll be able to build a proper reflux still.
And then we can flush that rancid potion down the lavvy pan.
lt must do your head in spending 24/7 with the Odd Couple.
No disrespect.
Di is Di.
Dreamy, you know.
l hardly ever see Neil, all the overtime he puts in here.
- She's like a grass widow.
- Cracks beginning to appear already? Mm.
l don't know.
But on Bobby's grave, things aren't working in the bedroom department.
Well, not as seems per normal to me.
- Really? - Not that l've got any complaints.
l'd be living in a cardboard box if it wasn't for the Graylings.
Have you found anywhere to rent yet? lf you'd seen some of the places, Jim.
(Sighs) l'd be swinging from the rafters in a week.
l'm sorry but l am used to certain standards.
A bit of space.
A garden.
You might have to lower your sights a bit, now you're alone.
l haven't given up hope yet.
Which reminds me.
A spot of business to see to before lunch is over.
(Electronic beeps) - Hello, is that Tony? - 'Yeah.
Who's that?' - lt's Di Grayling.
- 'l don't want to talk' - Please don't hang up.
- 'l didn't have a clue' l know.
And l'd like to apologise.
lt's hard for me sometimes.
'l suppose it must be.
Pretty weird situation.
' Yeah, that's right.
Anyway, it's all fine now.
Erm, look, it's his birthday soon and l'm planning a surprise.
And l was hoping that you'd be able to help me.
(Door opens) - You get lucky with the cell spins? - Just tranx.
Nothing juicy.
Yeah? Well, as soon as you find something decent, plant it on Atkins.
She's getting right on my tits at the moment.
Yours too, by the looks of things.
Ever since Dockley.
ls it cos she's top dog? ls that why you want to bust her? She's danger, mate.
First class.
You're not getting a soft spot, are you? Don't be stupid.
She's a right wind-up merchant.
Deserves a bloody good beating.
Try to be nice to her, bitch throws it in your face.
- Why are you being nice to her? - Er, later.
l'm just going for a slash.
He didn't say nothing about having a birthday.
Saying that, he is a bit funny about being older than me.
- He won't tell me how much.
- He's shy, Tony.
That's his problem.
lf it's a party, l'm well up for it.
Dab hand at blowing balloons, me.
No.
No, it's a bit more than that.
lt's something he's always wanted.
He's asked me before but l've always said no.
But l've changed my mind.
l want to give him a baby.
Wait a minute.
l love kids but l've not known him that long and l don't know you at all.
l can't handle having a kid that someone else will bring up.
No, not yours, Tony.
His.
And l want it to be a surprise.
Lots of women get pregnant this way.
All you have to do is collect the raw materials.
Will you help me? You're MrBostock, aren't you? - And you are? - Yvonne.
Yvonne Atkins.
- l've heard all about you.
- All good things, l hope.
Then you'll know that l'm calling the shots around here.
Only one person calls the shots round here.
And that's me.
l meant with the cons.
Got their ear.
Thought l'd give you a bit of friendly.
- Really? - We've all seen you lot come and go.
And to tell you the truth, we're not keen.
No offence.
But l'd hate to see you lot spend money doing up this place, only to see it smashed to bits.
You know what l mean, love? Now, you listen to me, love.
l reckon you lot have been on one long picnic.
But when we get here, if you so much as break wind in the wrong direction, my staff will be on you like a brick load.
l'll remember your face, Atkins, and so will my cameras.
- You'll have met Mr Bostock, then? - Ain't l just.
l never thought l'd be pleased to see a familiar screw.
But l'd rather have you lot than that bunch of shits.
At least they'll be keeping one of us.
Fenner.
Bostock loves him.
- (Gasps) - Col? Yeah.
ln here.
Sorry.
Guts are bad.
Look, if you're looking for a hand job off Atkins, you are well barking up the wrong lamppost.
Forget it.
Stinging Dockley's put me off.
Yeah? Who's fault's that, then? - l'm just saying.
- Rewrite history all you want but l did what l had to do to save our necks cos you pushed it too far.
Whatever.
Your dick may have gone limp but it's still down to you l'm out of pocket.
So you want to make up for losing Dockley, plant something nasty in Atkins's cell.
Stainless steel or it'll corrode.
As long as it's only got one opening mouth That money was not transferred into my account.
You may think it's a big joke but l'm as close as l've ever been to desperate.
So if that money doesn't appear by the end of play today, l'll make sure you're facing another criminal charge.
Do you hear? We do feel dreadful.
lf only there was something we could do.
Of course there's something you can do.
Call your bank and bite a chunk out of that Nigel's ear.
- Please.
- lt's no good, Mrs Hollamby.
But But you said he was a friend.
Oh, a friend no longer, Mrs Hollamby.
We certainly won't be talking to him from now on.
l called the bank to make certain that my instructions had been taken care of, only to discover that Nigel had had your money transferred directly into our creditor's funds.
Can you believe it? But it's my money.
l haven't got anything to do with your debts.
No, but we thought we should leave your name out of it.
l mean, for your sake.
All rather difficult to explain, isn't it? (Gate slamming) You see that? They're banging them up everywhere.
They'll film us in the showers and flog the tapes at the pub.
Bunch of pervs.
l thought you wanted privatisation.
Get rid of some of the dead wood in here.
l've had a think.
lt's a dead cert - Betts'll walk if Linford gets in.
- No! - And l know who'll get the job.
Come on.
l'll look up private nicks.
Check out their form.
Move it.
Next.
Come on.
Yeah, next.
Come on.
.
.
battery fitted under there.
Thanks.
lt's not just a morale booster, which we could all use at the moment, but a promising start for the workshop project.
Could be a chance to show what privatisation can achieve.
That's a point.
l was focusing on showing the inmates how imagination and teamwork can benefit a disabled child.
Of course.
But surely you wouldn't object to a presentation ceremony to uphold that sentiment, would you? The materials are being requisitioned, including a prison-issue wheelchair, which you can dismantle for parts.
- So work to the deadline.
- Wicked.
- Deadline? - Yes.
The number one's keen to have a presentation of your gift to the patron of a leading children's charity.
The Linford lot want to take the credit, too.
lt's a big PR opportunity.
The sooner the better, as far as l'm concerned.
l've always loved a deadline.
What leading children's charity? This wheelchair's for Lennox.
lt's just a ceremony, Buki.
The chair will be presented to Lennox in due course.
ln due course? Due course can kiss my tits.
Are you trying stop this before it starts? We haven't even built the bloody thing yet.
l'd like to say a big thank you to you and Mr Grayling for this opportunity.
We won't let you down.
(Tony) 'l'll do it tonight.
l'll put it in his briefcase.
' l don't want details, Tony.
Just get as much as you can.
We're eating alone again.
Poor Neil's working late.
- Oh? - Oh, it's all right, Silvia.
- l'll do that.
- lt's all right.
l've got it.
l said l'd cook.
Why didn't you just let me do it? l'm sorry.
lt's all right.
You're bound to have ups and downs, love.
You haven't given yourself enough time to grieve.
Oh, it's not just that.
Oh, God! l've just lost £1 ,000! lt's all l had to keep the wolf from the door.
- Shit, what happened? - l tried to invest it, you know.
Stupid! lt doesn't matter now, though, does it? Oh, l feel such a fool.
Well, we all do silly things sometimes.
- lt's only money, eh? - lt's all right for you to talk.
You've got your whole career ahead of you.
Lovely home.
Husband to look after you.
That money was all l had left in the world.
Enjoy yourself up there while you can, Bobby, cos it won't be long till l'll be joining you.
They've got a skeleton staff so they can lock us up at 5 o'clock.
l tell you, this privatisation ain't a good idea.
How do you think they make money? They cut wages, cut education, cut catering, training.
Everything except the numbers.
And we've got to do something.
l've got an idea, if you're all with me.
l'm telling Miss Merriman she won't want to escape from a prison l'm running.
- Even if she could.
- l'm happy where l am, sir.
Now l've got God looking out for me.
And Mr Grayling.
lf he hadn't given me this chance to prove myself, reckon l'd have taken me own life by now.
l say prison's the punishment.
Our job's about rehabilitation.
l couldn't agree more.
l like your attitude, Neil.
lt's refreshing not having to battle every step to get my ideas across.
Thank you, Eric.
As l say, l had a feeling we were minds of a kind.
Time for a quick pint? Or will the wife give your dinner to the dog? l have an appointment at nine but l could squeeze a couple in.
l want to say - l just want to say - l know.
You are special to me.
Screw the club.
Let's just go to my gaff.
(Woman) Who rattled her cage? Rot in piss, Merriman.
(2nd woman) Sick bitch! (3rd woman) Any chance of some pissing beauty sleep in here? Ooh, sorry, Bev.
Look, l'm going to have to break into our little stash.
l haven't slept a wink.
l knew this place would turn me into a bloody addict.
Don't beat yourself up, darling.
One sleeper won't break the bank.
Anyway, you won't need them once the brew's ready.
- (Woman screams) - Christ.
Meanwhile, can you get me one, too? - Shit a brick.
- What? - Have you been at the heroin? - Don't be so bloody stupid.
Well, someone has.
Mm.
Hello, darling.
Did you have a nice night? - Yeah, l did, as it happens.
- Good.
Hurry up and come to bed.
l'm going to have a shower first.
You go back to sleep.
OK.
See you when l see you, then.
- (Sylvia blows nose) - (Neil) Christ! Oh! Sorry, Neil.
l was just going to get some water.
l've got a terrible thirst for some reason.
You know where the kitchen is.
You must have got in very late.
l didn't hear the door and l was listening for you past midnight.
- Di was a bit worried.
- Excuse me? l told her.
''Neil's got an important job.
''He needs his team behind him, not making him feel guilty.
'' l've been doing a little research.
There are plenty of properties close to Larkhall for reasonable rents.
lt's going to be very handy for work.
- Morning, all.
- Morning.
You didn't sleep on the couch again, did you? What have l told you about having a bath late at night when you've had such a hard day of it? He thinks l don't like his manly smell but l do.
(Laughs) - l hope she's packed.
- Bad news.
The old bat's only gone and lost her deposit.
- You'd better be joking.
- l wish l was.
She's doing me head in, Neil.
lf Yvonne spoils the presentation by kicking off, l'll kill her, man.
l swear.
- Chill, Buki.
- Yeah.
Look at it this way.
lf something goes down, we might end up on the telly.
Lennox could see you.
Yeah.
And l can tell everybody how comes l've got a kid in a home, costing the public money, when l can look after him myself.
- When you get out.
- Oh, l'm getting out.
Believe.
- Well? - What? - Where is it? - Sorry? Our savings.
- (Whispering) The heroin.
- You know, the drug.
- Comes in little plastic bags.
- l know what bleedin' heroin is.
You're the only one who knew we had a secret stash.
Smack heads as well as pill poppers, eh? Currency, that's all.
lt's not the same harry we used to chase back in the '60s.
- Nor the charlie.
lt's filthy stuff.
- Listen, ladies.
l know shit about your drugs.
Well, someone does cos it's gone.
Where do you keep it? Hope you remember your little promise, Col.
Look, l can't plant it on Atkins till l find a stash, can l? lf you can't find a bag of smack on G Wing, you're in the wrong job, mate.
Thanks for the lift.
Saved me bus fare.
There's no sense wasting petrol.
Well, don't include me in your plans tonight.
l'll be making myself scarce.
- Can't she disappear altogether? - She's only trying to be nice.
- Am l supposed to change the locks? - You invited her, you can uninvite her.
l'll check if there's any staff accommodation.
She could get a staffer's loan.
Let's just stop she still is staff after Bostock's done.
Jesus.
You've got your own private safe? Well, it's no bloody good now, is it? Even if you are telling the truth, l'm sure that as top banana, or whatever you call yourself, you know who the culprit is.
Don't make sense.
None of the girls that deal would look in your gaff.
They think you're a couple of old grannies.
More like the Kray sisters, as it turns out.
lt can't have been the screws.
They'd have hauled us up by now.
And it's only the smack that's gone? Keep it to yourselves.
l'll let you know if l hear anything.
Appreciate it.
- Can't trust the cameras, eh? - All putting on a show for me.
But we find they soon forget about the cameras.
Con and staff alike.
Comparing the off guard with the on gives you the real picture.
Right.
That's rather pertinent to a point l've been meaning to raise with you.
How much weight do the staff interviews carry in the final assessment? Depends on the individual.
Some you can put a tick or cross by.
Others need a bit more rope.
Obviously need to make allowances for the long servers.
l mean, take Sylvia Hollamby there.
Lucky if she gets taken on as a lollipop lady.
Well, horses for courses, Eric.
But if you need a safe pair of hands on the nuts and bolts, loyal to the cause, straight as a Well, you name what.
They don't come any straighter than that old iron lady there.
Anyway You coming to the wheelie workshop? l'll give it a miss.
l've got a splitting headache.
Holy shit.
That's Virginia's wheelchair.
- l can tell by that chip on it.
- She never did need it, anyhow.
You've got the basics here.
Your tubing bender, flare nuts, welding rods.
Er, use the gloves and goggles at all times.
That hacksaw's sharp.
Ever used a drill press before? Course not.
When l was reconditioning Formula One engines, we used wooden spoons and sticky-back plastic.
Safety is a priority.
Look.
l was an expert in aerodynamics when you were still in short trousers.
And l have been given the authority to supervise this project.
- So if you don't mind.
- Patronising little maggot.
Right.
Let's get you into two groups.
Barbara and the three Julies, go with Bev and she'll show you how to mix colours and stains and the rest of you can dismantle this old dinosaur.
- Mental, man.
- Don't need telt this job.
- Just give us a hammer.
- As long as l can paint too.
We'll need a new chassis, of course.
Yeah, wicked.
Welcome to my parlour.
Why don't you plant the gear on me personally and cut the pantomime? Go on.
Stick it on me.
Then get on your radio and call for backup.
The name's Hedges, not Fenner.
Just going through the motions.
- Don't make me laugh.
- l tipped you off yesterday, didn't l? Yeah.
But strangely enough, my cell never got spun.
Someone found what they wanted when they robbed a couple of pensioners.
What are you on about? You're off your head.
l'm not.
But you are.
Who's been a naughty boy, then? - Pimm's? - l don't mind if l do.
Here's to Chateau Larkhall.
(Laughs) Cin-bloody-cin.
Mm! Oh, this little cutie's gonna keep us in booze for the rest of our stay.
(Man) Come on, Merriman.
Let's have you.
He ain't ever gonna walk again, you evil cow.
Do you hear me, Merriman? My Ritchie is finished and it's your fault! That's not true! Paralysed for life, the doctors are saying.
Cos you stuck a gun in him! l didn't mean it! l love him! - You call that love? - l'm sorry! l'd do anything! l wish it was me! You've gotta believe me! You're on borrowed time, Merriman.
You OK? l'm not in the mood, junkie.
Had a whole week.
How come you ain't dobbed me in? Unlike you, l don't believe in locking up addicts.
Come on.
Don't worry.
l haven't gone soft.
Our little secret will come in handy someday.
l'm not an addict, Yvonne.
l'm diabetic.
- Took all week to work that out? - lt's true.
l've got a medical certificate to prove it.
l know what you are and where you got the gear.
So go prove it to someone who gives a shit.
l really meant it about your son.
l've put her name on the waiting list.
But until Bostock starts culling, nobody's budging.
She'd hate those officers' flats.
l don't bloody care.
She's been here long enough.
lf l have to share my bed much longer, l'm moving out.
lt's not been so bad.
We've had our moments.
- l beg your pardon? - Oh, fine.
Act like you don't remember.
Or were you pretending l was a boy once the lights were out? - You're lying.
- And you'd know, would you? Half the time you're so drunk you don't know what you're doing.
He sounded so helpless.
l'm his mum.
And l can't help him.
- l may as well have shot him.
- Don't be silly.
lt's not your fault.
What type of upbringing did me and Charlie give him? Send him off to Cambridge, nice shiny boy with A levels.
l wish.
lf it wasn't for us, he'd never have met Merriman.
He'll get through it.
lt's going to be tough but his life isn't over yet.
Even if it seems like that just now.
Yeah.
l'm gonna lie down for a bit.
l heard about Ritchie.
For what it's worth, l'm sorry, Yvonne.
You and me both.
He could be dead.
Look at it that way.
And the bitch that shot him is in Admin, prancing about to impress Bostock and his gang.
That's justice for you.
Look, l thought you might be interested to know.
The Dream Machine wheelchair presentation's been scheduled.
lt's taking place here at Larkhall, in the gardens.
Christopher Biggins, the patron of Kids On Wheels UK, will be attending to accept the chair on Lennox's behalf.
- Yeah? - lt's gonna be quite an event.
l know Bostock's hoping to attract a lot of publicity for his company.
We'll be on our best behaviour then.
l'm counting on it.
You must have left early this morning.
l know someone who won't be leaving her job early.
She's also got her own flat in the officers' accommodation.
So if she wants time off to go and get packing Oh! - (Knock on door) - Come in.
l wanted to thank you for, you know, being honest in front of Mr Bostock.
Good impressions help us all.
l only said what l thought.
Mr Grayling, l know l've got no right.
You've done so much for me already, but l'm dying inside.
l've got to see Ritchie.
Tell him how sorry l am for what l've done to him.
Miss Betts told me.
- l'm sorry.
- Please, Mr Grayling.
He's never gonna walk again because of me.
l can't go on another day if l can't talk to him and give him some hope to carry on.
l'm begging you.
- Sylv, that's fantastic! - And he's got me an officer's flat! So the good news for you is you've lost the lodger.
- So, when are you? - Tomorrow.
Now, don't go worrying that l'm not going to cope.
You know what? The more it sinks in, the more l want to go, ''Whoopee!'' Yeah, l'm just gonna miss our little chats.
All you're missing if you ask me, Di, is a visit from Mr Stork.
And l'm sure he'll pop by faster if l'm not there.
So l'm off to get packed.
Hang on.
Erm, do you want a lift anywhere? - Where are you going? - Shops.
Couple of things l wanna pick up from Boots.
- What do you want now? - What you said before.
You're right.
l'm scum.
l came from scum and l'll die scum.
Look.
Here's my address.
Ground floor.
Officers' flats.
Tell your firm l'll leave the door open.
Easy target.
- Yeah, right.
- Do me and the bloody world a favour.
Finish me off.
Cos l'm past pretending l can kick it.
Try rehab.
You want a bullet in your head, put it there yourself.
Does that mean you don't want me dead? l'm taking that as a positive sign.
(Merriman) There'll be a glass screen.
lt's a closed visit.
Mr Grayling's fixed it all.
Tomorrow, babe.
So you'll be there? Look, whatever you think of me now, just please say you'll come.
l've got to see you one last time.
Do you hear me? One last time.
This stops now or you can all forget your parole.
Cock off.
See that? You wrote it.
But can you read it? Cos you know what it really says? l am not yours to have.
Hey! No, no, no, don't do this.
Spit.