Bad Girls (1999) s05e15 Episode Script

There's only two ways out of here for you.
First l nut you off to the funny farm, like Dockley, second is in a wooden box, like Merriman.
l think l should have a Daniella Blood to hang in my office.
Fenner is gonna see me die in this shitting place.
Unless l get Lauren to take him out first.
Obviously, you're gonna need creative and financial guidance, which is where Bev and l would come in.
- How much is a lot of money? - Thousands.
l've cracked tougher nuts than you, darling.
Well, you don't know tough, then, darling.
lt's a sort of datewith Jim Fenner.
- You're on the smack again.
- No, l'm not.
Just piss off.
Piss off! Jesus! He's not the only one that can perform miracles.
(Snoring) - (Gasps) - Only me.
What time is it? lt's early yet.
Plenty of time for an encore.
What are you going to say when Grayling finds out you've been faking it? Well, he won't, will he? Not unless you tell him.
l'm staying well out of it, love.
You can't give birth to this in six months' time.
That is why l'm gonna have a miscarriage.
Right here.
Right now.
You just have to tell Neil the tragic news.
Oh, no.
Miscarriage is very common in the first trimester.
We agree the story, you tell him to come and see me.
- Leave the rest to me.
- See you where? Here.
Obviously, l can't get out of bed.
- Hang on a minute.
- l am counting on you, Jim.
This is gonna be good for both of us.
l promise.
Hello, Milly.
- Are you OK? - Are you kidding? Your big sister's gonna get through this.
What do you know? You weren't even there for her trial.
- That doesn't mean - The judge said 12 years.
At least.
For murder.
But l've got to feel sorry for our poor dad, right? Milly.
Milly.
You're looking at Prison Officer Geeson, number LR183, Larkhall.
See? That's why l haven't been around.
l've been at training school, so l could spend time with Kris.
Oh, come on.
lt's something.
l'm gonna get Kris to appeal.
We all know your dad was a bastard.
My stupid mum don't.
She'll never open her mouth against him.
We'll get a case together, don't worry.
Your mum's medical records, statements from the neighbours.
Everyone knew what was going on in that house.
We've just got to persuade Kris.
But that's what it's about, what l'm saying.
You can't persuade Kris.
She won't even try.
Trust me.
l've got my methods.
Don't matter about your methods.
lt's only me can get her off.
Sorry? Milly? lt was me that stuck the knife in him.
Not Kris.
What? Right, where's the condemned man? Let's be having you.
You won't fool anyone with a bit of eye shadow.
She turns up in combat gear, they'll throw the key away.
She looks like Widow Twankey.
She gotta look a sad case so the jury feel sorry for her.
So she gets off with manslaughter.
Well, look sharp.
Haven't got all day.
You too, O'Kane.
(Denny) Good luck, mate.
(Buki) Yeah, man.
Tell it good.
Mind my heels.
- Poor Di.
- l'll give her your best.
l'm sure she'll soon come back fighting.
Blimey, that's a makeover and a half, mate.
- l look a right twat.
- Snap.
At least you ain't got a falsie up your jumper.
A road map where your boob used to be.
They've cut me up so l can hardly bear look in the mirror.
Scars are one thing, you know.
They heal up.
- You learn to live with 'em.
- They do your head in.
Not like now.
l swear, this chemo's got me petrified.
lt's gonna make you better though.
Make me sick as shit first.
Trial by bleeding needle, mate.
Why are they wasting taxpayers' money? Guilt runs through you like a stick of rock.
Strip-search.
Sorry for banging on like that.
Last thing you needed today.
Good luck at the hospital.
lt's time to go.
How could you? How could you lie to me like that? - What are you on about? - You didn't do it, did you? You didn't kill your dad.
- Don't talk bollocks.
- Stop bullshitting, Kris.
l know.
Milly told me.
Look, l don't care what Milly said.
l did it.
And the bastard deserved everything he got.
The truth.
She killed him, didn't she? Milly, not you.
l told you, she's making it up.
She's just a kid.
How could she? lt was me and l'd do it all over if l had to.
You know l really love you, Kris.
Even when l believed you were a murderer.
But to find out you've told me this huge and terrible lie We've both given up our lives just so your stupid little sister can stay at school.
Selena! lt's us you've killed.
Cheers.
Not talking to me? l don't trust you.
You're a liarand a coward.
Thanks.
l just put my job on the line for you.
- l risked everything.
- You risked nothing! You'd sell your soul to keep this job.
And l know Fenner's done you a good deal.
- He's no friend of mine.
- No? Then go and tell Barker he set me up.
Get me out.
She's off sick.
Fenner's running the wing.
Jesus! ln that case, l'm sure he can swing a favour for his best boy.
Car's outside.
- Right, McKenzie? - l need the bog.
Go on, then.
But be quick.
Dear, dear.
(Takes sharp breaths) Ugly, horrible, stinking, stupid pig! (Sobs) (Hums) Atkins, how much longer is she down on seg? This lot on your back or are you missing her smiling face? lt weren't exactly a hanging offence.
lf it was up to me, l'd leave her there for good.
Let her rot.
Right, you lot.
Come on, move it! Work time.
Time to learn something.
Selena! l'm sorry.
Christ, Selena.
The last thing l wanted was to dump this shit on you.
That's why l lied.
l thought it'd be easier for you to write me off go and find someone better.
l've gotta talk to Milly.
- (Doorbell) - (TV) 'Got into the music.
'Started researching the music.
' (Neil) Di, open up.
(Doorbell) Di! You OK? (Weakly) What do you think? (Sniffs) lt was awful.
l never want to go through anything like that ever again.
What did the doctor say? That it wasn't meant to be.
(Sobbing) That it was nature's way.
l'm just glad Jim was here.
Have you told Tony? Not yet.
l'm so sorry.
Just seems very convenient, that's all.
You get your promotion, bang goes the baby.
You selfish, heartless bastard! (Sniffs) You want proof? l'll give you proof! Satisfied? lt was like a butcher's shop in here.
l was in agony.
Too right it wasn't meant to be! That poor little thing was riddled with syphilis.
From your boyfriend! So don't you go blaming me! (Sobs) Come on.
lt's all right.
She'll get a lovely fresh-air feeling looking at that.
Oh, no.
Little feathery strokes, Phyl.
Nothing against Denny, but wouldn't want her gloomy dobbins in here.
Ju's depressed enough already.
And l'll be slitting my wrists if l don't get a drink soon.
OK.
l'm off to earn it from a wanker down the boiler room.
You'll have your bottle of gin by tomorrow lunch time.
But don't you say nothing to Ju about it.
As far as we're concerned, we are painting this mural in the spirit of pure selfless generosity.
Yeah.
Sisterly solidarity.
Hmph.
Right.
Well, l'll leave you to it.
- (Sighs) To sweet charity.
- (Cackles) (Both hum) Twist it round, that's it.
Look what she's doing.
l did it for her.
- What happened? - How comes you're back already? Did it get adjourned or what? After the lawyers, solicitors and psychiatric reports, she changes her plea at the last minute and refuses to say why.
(Jim) And l'm lumbered with another lifer.
Thought you was gonna give it your best shot, mate.
Look at ya.
You look like you stuck your head down a bog.
(Buki) Waste of all that hard work.
(Tina) Waste of my make-up.
Just piss off and leave me alone! You ungrateful cow.
We will, won't we, Buke? We're not standing here to get shouted at.
Get my clothes off and all.
You're stretching 'em.
(Door slams) You'll be on your own soon enough.
Own cell on the threes now you're a lifer, innit? Did something happen out there? Why'd you just give up, man? l couldnae be arsed wi' it.
You got a long stretch ahead of you now.
Don't shut your mates out.
You're gonna need 'em.
Oh, how was it, Ju? - What's all this? - lt's a surprise.
l hope you like it.
- l just wanna lie down.
- Of course you do, love.
Maybe you should come back tomorrow and do the finishing touches? - As soon as we've got our - Yes! - You look awful pale.
- l think l'm gonna throw.
Look, let me tuck you up nice and warm.
Soon feel better.
Have a little sleep.
Yeah, on this grotty mattress.
This paint ain't helping neither, Ju.
Yeah, well, it will soon dry.
- You do like it, though, eh? - Yeah, l'm sorry, mate.
lt's just all l can see is bleeding needles.
Cheers.
You don't talk to anybody else about it, Milly.
l can't talk on this phone so just hang in till you visit me.
OK, l'll see you next week.
Yeah, me, too.
OK, bye.
Rule 51 , section 1 7.
lt is an offence to destroy or damage any part of prison property.
Section 1 7 doesn't mention screws, does it? That's enough, Yates.
Back to your cell now.
Another time, yeah? l'll deal with her.
Need some muscle, give us a shout.
Can't have stroppy dykes throwing their weight about on my wing.
- You not hungry either? - That was quick.
They gone soft? No, l bottled it.
- l'm doing life now.
- Oh, Al.
You? l nearly did.
But l can't, can l? Not if l want to have a life.
You've got more guts than me.
You faced up to the needles, man.
l didn't have much choice, did l? Just trying to stick me hand, get the vein up.
So l said, ''Can't you put it in me arm?'' She said, ''Maybe we should put it in your neck.
'' l nearly passed out.
They got it in me hand in the end.
l was halfway up the bleeding walls by then.
Blimey.
Christ.
l'd be scared shitless.
l was today.
Scared? Tough bird like you? Tough? Don't think so.
Honest to God, l'm scared of the dark.
Everybody's scared sometimes, mate.
l've never told anybody this before, but my da' What? He used to kick the shit out of me.
Lock me in the dark.
Always on about how fat, ugly and thick l was.
You know them kiddies books when you make a picture from the dots? Yeah, course l do.
When Ma was at work, my da' used to make me take my clothes off and then we'd play his wee game.
Yeah? He used to call me Cinders.
- Burn me wi' his fag ends.
- Oh, Jesus! Then he'd get out his razor blade, you know, join up the dots.
- Oh, darling! - That's what he called it.
l've got scars all over.
He really got off on it.
That was the worst bit.
Me own da' hating me so much.
You gonna no tell anybody? For Christ's sakes.
You want to start up another crap load? - That's Fenner's doing.
- Don't let him get to you.
Just back off.
lf you want us to survive this.
l love you.
Oh, l love you.
l bloody shouldn't, but This is my crime l'm doing time for, babes.
Don't blame Milly.
Did you call her? She begged me to stop him battering Mum.
We kept propping the bastard up like it was Mum's fault.
Kris, did you speak to Milly? Yeah, l sent her a visiting order.
l've got to make sure she doesn't blab to anyone else.
So what now? Cos if you don't try and appeal your sentence l know my way out of here, babe.
When did a good cabbie get stuck down a dead end? What's your way out? - Plans of Larkhall, circa 1896.
- Where did you get these? l been doing the knowledge on this place since l went in on remand.
This is G Wing, and over here, that's where they used to take women to be hanged.
Underground, so no one heard 'em screaming.
The corpses were carried down this tunnel to the burial site.
- ln the garden? - Well, it used to be.
But then they moved this wall to the other side and built your screws' social club on top.
Practically dancing on the graves.
But it's a way to get out alive now, see? lf you help me.
(Di) l'd like to thank everyone for the flowers.
lt was a lovely gesture.
l'm feeling much better.
Glad to be back among friends.
From what l've heard, Jim was a very good friend in your hour of need.
Jim's been my rock.
Right, unlock for breakfast.
Not five minutes ago, she was chasing after you.
No wonder she lost it, carrying on like that.
Ask me, little kiddie's better off out of it.
- How's it going? - Tough.
But l'm getting there.
l wondered if you fancied a drink, away from the zoo? Your first gig out of training can be a shock to the system.
That might be nice.
Come to take you to see the governor.
Worn him down, have ya? Fenner.
No.
Barker's back.
Thought l should warn you to watch your step.
He's on a roll.
l'm not surprised.
With you in his back pocket as well.
Oh, for God's sake, leave it, will ya? lf l find out you've been talking out of turn, l might finger you for another piss test in Grayling's office.
And we both know what the results would be this time.
You bitch! You swore you'd never grass me up.
That was before you turned into Fenner's mole.
Fenner asked me out for a drink.
Oh, Christ.
Well, l hope you told him to piss off.
lf l don't keep him sweet, how can l stop him going at you? Bastard.
lf he tries anything l'll squeeze his balls so hard, his dick drops off.
(Laughs) - Shit! - (Thud) l can't stand this frigging set-up.
You saw that tunnel on the plans, Sel.
Help me find it.
Please.
- (Knocks on door) - (Neil) Come in! Yvonne Atkins, sir.
Atkins.
l just wanted to make a few things clear before you return.
My officers have a tough job to do and l insist they're treated with respect.
And that means no swearing, understand? Behave yourself and you'll get respect back.
Hmph! ls that how it works? Well, you'd better tell Fenner cos he's out to finish me.
Just like he did Karen Betts.
lf you can't guarantee an improvement in your attitude, you'll find yourself straight back on segregation.
Look, l just want to get out of here in one piece.
No hassle.
So long as you keep Fenner segregated from me.
You don't tell me how to run this prison.
We don't have no-go areas in Larkhall.
And you don't live here 24-7.
- Take her back to the wing.
- Sir.
And keep her under close supervision.
And you keep covering your own arses.
McKenzie? Are you finished? You've got to get your stuff packed.
You're on the move.
- Up to the threes.
- l'm not going anywhere.
Governor's orders.
You're a convicted murderer now, with all the privileges.
Leave me alone or l'll swear to God! You put that down right now or you'll end up down the block.
Ease up, Al.
There's no need to give it the big 'un.
You've got to stop lashing out when you get scared.
l can't be on my own.
l'll go off my nut.
What about being really brave, then, and stop pretending? (Whispers) l want an application to see Miss Barker about it.
Don't think bully-boy tantrums will make her change her mind.
Come on! Just tell her the truth, yeah? - Did she catch you one? - Eh? Oh, bleedin' chemo! - Here, love, here.
- Cheers, Ju.
Look, just bring it in a bit.
- More in the middle.
- On this side.
Cos it's allthe balance.
- Denny Blood.
- Sir? Bad news, l'm afraid.
Area have refused your exhibition.
Oh, that is scandalous! A waste of her hard work.
That ain't fair.
They haven't seen my stuff! Shit! But where we are agreed is the positive publicity you'd give us.
So l've suggested to your friend Oliver that we photograph the collection for a press story.
l know l'm locked up, but l wanted my paintings to get out there and tell it.
They'll still be on display and sale to the public, just via the gallery's website, rather than its walls.
Oh! (Laughs) How very modern.
Hello, Denny.
l thought l'd have to ask Fenner to give me away.
l'd crawl across broken glass first, Babs.
(Kris) Arsehole.
Get that cleaned up.
Straightaway.
Give me a break.
On you go.
Women on their knees.
(Kris) lt's what he wanks off on.
Shut your gob and do it.
Who is that he's picking on? Kristin Yates.
New lifer.
Buried a knife in her own father.
Takes a lot of front to stand up to Fenner.
But don't push it.
He's a nasty bastard.
- That right? - Yeah.
Let him under your skin and he'll have you.
Too late.
l hate his guts.
Good job for you l get first stab at him, then.
- Who are you? - Osama Bin Laden.
As far as Fenner's concerned.
Your name.
Yvonne Atkins.
Kris Yates.
Babs, you ain't got a phonecard on you? Mm, somewhere.
Just want to let Lauren know l ain't vaporised.
She the top dog in here? As long as you don't regard that as a challenge.
She's a good friend, but you wouldn't want her as an enemy.
- Bit off the beaten track? - Just on my break.
Having an explore around.
Lucky l found you before you went in there.
Takes you down to the old hanging cell, that.
How they used to deal with the likes of Yates.
- What, it's all still there like it was? - Noose and all.
lf you believe those oiks in the works department.
They won't even come down this corridor after dark.
They say it's haunted by some spook in a cloak.
That's enough for me.
Let's go.
Glad l bumped into you.
How are you fixed Friday? For that drink? ErFriday's fine.
Great.
Look forward to it.
That's good to know, Lauren.
Could you send Mr Farmer a pizza for me, with my compliments? Friday night, yeah.
All the extras.
(Camera film winding) (Click and whir) - Hello, Oliver.
- Phylly.
- Long time.
- (Oliver) Yeah.
You, erm - Come a bit of a cropper.
- (Oliver laughs) - (Camera whirring) - (Oliver) You look fabulous.
Next.
Hope you smuggled me in some treats, darling.
Oh, yes.
He's choosing the dark and angry ones.
People won't like it.
l'm sure he knows what he's doing.
Mr Lilley.
Neil Grayling.
- Good to meet you at last.
- Likewise.
Sonot exactly the exhibition as originally planned, sadly.
No, but nothing can stop the buzz on Daniella now.
l've sold a couple already, sight unseen.
No way, man! How much for? l'd say pretty wow.
Red dots will be coming out like a rash when it's on the web.
Hm, amazing.
Well, if you'll excuse me.
(Camera clicks) How much is he saying l got for this one? Translation of ''pretty wow''? Well, we must be careful not to mislead Denny here.
Obviously, we're talking sale prices plus gallery cut, framing, publicity, admin, agent's fees Tuition fees.
So if you were to get £200 for painting this picture, that would be ''pretty wow'' compared with prison wages.
Well, yeah.
Beats picking up shit parcels.
These fees you mention, these are paid to whom? Oh, well, er Excuse me, can l have the artist and her mentors for a photograph? Bunch together.
There we are.
Hi, babes.
l found where it comes out.
- The underground tunnel.
- Yeah? There's a grate at the back of the club.
lt goes down a way.
l dropped a stone in.
lt's not a sewer.
You frigging star! The grate won't shift, Kris.
lt's steel.
The top of an old door.
With great big padlocks.
A bloke couldn't open it without tools.
There's no way l can.
- But there is a way.
- Milly's visiting you today.
l think you're gonna have to face up to it, babes.
She's the only one that can get you out of here.
Here we are.
Best l could manage in the bubblewrap.
Gold dust.
Promise me you'll bring me some more when you come back to visit me.
Only if l can get hold of you across the table.
Hey, listen.
Thanks, Mr Grayling.
You know, taking an interest.
lt seems to me there are too many people taking an interest.
This one's nice.
lt's a bit more cheery.
A bit more cheesy, you mean.
lf that's a Daniella Blood, l'll run naked down Savile Row.
- Oh, Oliver.
- There's a signature.
You painted this for me office.
You're joking me.
l didn't paint that shit.
What are you saying? Oh, not again.
Ergh! Sit down.
Shall l get a cold teaspoon to put down her back? l think it'll take a bit more than that to sort me out.
Maybe you ought to ditch the pink satin bridesmaids outfits.
Go for red polka dot instead.
Or maybe just ditch me.
So, not content with ripping your fat ''fees'' off Denny, you thought you'd cash in on forging her as well.
- That's a bit strong.
- That is a total slander.
Bev painted that picture for Miss Barker out of generosity.
Where are you coming from, trying to trash my name? ls it a crime, to try and make somebody happy? You wouldn't have a name if it wasn't for her! Di, get these con artists back and keep them out of my sight.
- That would make me happy.
- You can't lock us up now.
He has to take our photos for the press pack.
l don't want you mentioned in the press pack.
Don't go over the top.
Credit where credit's due.
Yeah, l ain't saying l don't owe them.
Too bad.
They've more than proved they can't be trusted.
(Pointedly) Thanks, Olly.
l'm sorry.
You won't rule it out? lf it's what Milly wants.
l just need to see her.
The courts wouldn't come down so hard on a kid.
Trying to protect her mum from a drunken bully? lf l stay in here any longer, l will end up committing murder.
Time you get back, l'll be off for drinkies with him.
Watch he doesn't spike it.
Don't worry.
l'm wearing my metal knickers.
(Sylvia) Yates, move your feet! Those two cons are well snide, man.
Just out to rip me off.
You ain't the only sad bitch shoulda known better.
Those two old bastards need to be taught a lesson.
l ain't gonna trust no one now.
Except for you.
What about that bloke from the gallery? ls he kosher? Still gonna make you rich and famous? Too right.
Already quids in, innit? At least you come out on top.
Back with her little disciple, stirring the cauldron.
You don't know the half of what Atkins is brewing up.
Surprise me.
She said down the block she's gonna get you rubbed out.
Just sounding off, mate.
(Colin) Seemed deadly serious to me.
Nah, she's well past her sell-by date, that one.
(Sylvia) Yates, sit down! lnmates must remain seated at all times.
lt's loads worse than l thought.
Should see me with my ball and chain.
Barbara.
How are you? - Did you hear me, Hunt? - For goodness' sake, Sylvia.
Rules are rules.
You might be slipping her some cannabis.
(Tuts and scoffs) - l brought you these.
- Thank you.
Not long now, darling.
l'm terribly nervous about meeting your family.
- Who's coming exactly? - Haven't quite confirmed yet.
My brother Clive's doing the organising.
He's my best man.
Clive He's the one with the turkey farm? l've told him the list of names needs to be approved in advance.
ls Mum still on the tablets? Hardly ever speaks.
And then it's always how much she hates you and misses him.
After all the things he did to her.
l won't hold my breath for a visit, then.
l wish l never done it, Kris.
Every time l go in the kitchen.
All that blood.
- l feel like running away.
- Listen to me.
lf l just tell the truth, like Selena said.
The longer l leave it, the worse it'll be with the police.
Don't even think about owning up.
Not if you wanna help me.
l lied in court.
That's perjury.
You'd end up in some young offenders' hellhole and l'd still be in here.
l never thought of that.
There's another way out of this.
For both of us.
(Knocking) They'll take Denny at Whitecross Open.
Brilliant! When does she go? Monday.
That's her and me both with happy lives ahead.
Denny with her paints, me with my man.
Jim Fenner? You think you've got a future with him? l'm sure of that.
By the way, how's yours going now? With Tony? Sodding Oliver.
Too busy whispering sweet nothings to you.
He didn't mean to drop you in the poo.
Not seen him in ages.
He's so got itin spades.
He's got a bloody big gob, l know that.
l've been rumbled, we've blown our little earner and now we are consigned to oblivion.
At least the golden goose knows she owes us an egg or two.
What we do is stockpile Blood originals over the next few months, having told Denny they're rejects, and then send them down to Rose McArthur's gallery in Truro.
You're a genius.
- What if they catch you? - They won't.
All that's gonna hold me up is hearing you're safe in Toronto with Auntie Kath.
lt's mad.
Look, if l ask, she'll look after you till me and Selena get there.
No one's gonna find us in Canada.
lt's a new life.
But you've got to go first.
lt's too scary.
All you need is your passport.
Get ready to pack your case.
l'll call you, as soon as l've sorted the rest.
Come on, Milly.
The quicker you go, the quicker l can get out of here.
OK.
Promise? Good.
l've been keeping an eye on you since you turned me down over Al McKenzie.
There's really no need.
l just don't want to take on too much too soon.
Fair enough.
No boyfriend at home, waiting to kick off the weekend with? (Di) No wonder l couldn't get you on your radio.
l was just giving Selena a few tips on jailcraft.
- (Jim) Get a drink, join us.
- No thanks.
Here, have my seat.
l was going anyway.
Just wondering if you wanted a lift home, Jim.
There's no rush, is there? l've got to get back to the wing.
Left my scooter keys.
(Fenner) We'll pick up another time, eh? Yeah.
Thanks for the drink.
Bye.
Shame to waste good wine.
Sooner you sup up, sooner we can get home for the next bottle.
Yvonne.
Seems you get respect round here.
Most of the time, yeah.
l can trust you, right? That depends.
l know a way out of this dump.
You've only been here five minutes.
Do you think you're Steve McQueen? l know about Victorian architecture, civic buildings, workhouses, prisons.
l got plans of this one, showing where there's a secret tunnel under the wall.
No kidding.
So you've come to say goodbye and get off down it? Just this little problem.
A metal grate at the other end.
Rock solid.
No trouble for someone with outside muscle to shift it.
Oh.
l was wondering when it was gonna get round to me.
Reckoned you'd jump at the chance to get shot of Fenner.
You said he was out to do for you.
Well, here's your ticket.
Just help us sort that grate.
Sorry.
Not interested.
So you'd better find someone else to team up with.
Look, l'm not bullshitting.
l'll show you the plans.
l said no.
l just wanna serve my time, keep my head down, get out of here all paid up.
No more shit.
This is the top dog talking.
Lost your woof, mate? l've been looking forward to this all day.
Oh, don't tell me you've got a headache.
Yeah, you've given me one.
Showing me up like that in front of a junior officer.
- You don't own me, you know.
- l know l don't.
(Sighs) Don't get mad at me.
l only wanted to get you home.
Look, for the record.
One, l don't like being bossed about.
Two, this isn't your home, OK? (Bell rings) - Yeah? - Pizza for Fenner.
Jim, did you order a pizza? Like l said, the metal grate's solid.
So until we get it loosened off.
Just leave that with me.
All we need now is a big bunch of keys.
Fine.
l owe you big time for this, Babs.