What about the lock-up?
- Burn everything in it. - Come on.
Can you do that for me?
I've got everything I need
all over the underwear I was wearing when we last met.
- Tell you what might help. My weekend out. - I'll see what I can do.
Right, you two pissheads. You're on report.
Now, get it off!
If I win, Arun stays!
And you lot go to Grayling
and tell him every word you wrote in them diaries was shit.
I have got us an appointment with an adoption agency for next week.
- I imagine it's quite stressful work. - Yeah, very.
In all honesty, I have to admit that, well, it has got to me.
You made us sound like a couple of violent alcoholics.
- Hang on, what about all the things I didn't say? - Oh, that's right.
You forgot to mention you were a murderer.
Social Services will never let you have Dylan unless you've got somewhere.
How would you like him to be ours?
Have you completely gone off your rocker? We are not taking it...
- Him. - ...home.
Oh, just look at him for a second, Jim, he's adorable.
This isn't a supermarket!
You can't just pick a kid off the shelf like it's a can of beans.
It's not like that.
This is meant to be.
Look, if we are gonna foster a kid we'll do it through the proper channels, all right?
You put paid to that.
- I have made an arrangement with his mother. - Why aren't you listening to me?
This kid comes into my house over my dead body. Got it?
Good.
Get with it, Cake. S-O-R-R-Y. It ain't frigging Shakespeare.
And you, Najinski, hand it over.
Janine Nebeski don't do nothing she don't want to do.
Forget to put her muzzle on this morning, did we? Give it.
- You gonna make me? - Come on, just give her the bollocking thing.
She obviously can't even bear thinking about her life without her lady boy.
Turns my stomach but, you know, whatever floats your boat.
Dyke.
We can write sorry till there's no ink left in the pen,
but it don't mean nothing. You still a man!
And you ain't got no right to stay in here with us.
Well, I'm pleased you're staying on at Larkhall, Arun.
I think you're a really nice lady, er...
per... good person.
What can I do for you?
I'd like to be moved out of the four-bed dorm, miss.
Really?
Mr Spiers said Darlene and the others are writing letters saying they want you to stay.
Yeah, well, what people say and what they do are two very different things.
I'm sure they'll come round.
I make people feel weird.
It's nothing new. I just really need to be on my own.
We haven't got any singles free.
Please, miss, can I just swap with someone?
I'll see what I can do, Arun, but I wouldn't get your hopes up.
I hope this isn't a bad time, sir, but I wanted to pass these on.
Not totally unexpected.
I knew the women would talk themselves around if they were given time to think about it.
Really?
They're easier to handle when they feel they're making their own decisions.
Insight like that into the female mind will be invaluable in Larkhall.
Thanks for the appreciation but it's only common sense, really, sir.
Oh, you shouldn't undersell yourself.
How would you like to be Acting Senior Officer while Sylvia's away?
I'd jump at the chance, sir.
Generally, I wouldn't give that kind of responsibility to a newcomer on the wing
but I think you've earned your pips.
Thank you, sir. I won't let you down.
Right. I'd like to have a word with the women.
After you, Kevin.
It's all systems go.
- Where's Dylan? - With the nurse.
I've spoken to Mr Fenner, and he's as keen as we are on the idea.
- Good with kids, is he? - Fantastic. Well, his two are grown up now but...
You know, they say it's women who have empty nest syndrome
but if you'd seen the light in his eyes at the prospect of another little one,
- well, you'd beg to differ. - Really?
Nurse Coleman says I can have him here while I'm working.
- For a small fee, but he's worth it. - So I get to see him whenever I want?
Course.
Oi.
- That's cheating! - That is winning, right?
- No way. - Want me to lick you in your head, girl?
Oi, Cake.
Neil, what are you doing down here?
Oh, nothing to worry about, Jim. Just wanted a word with your scribes.
Attention please, everyone!
Quiet! Thank you.
Right, I've read your letters,
and the sensitivity you've shown in dealing with this situation is very impressive.
Your willingness...
Your willingness to welcome Arun back to G-Wing...
- That bitch should rot in hell. - Mm-hm.
- Who's going to tell me what's going on here? - Sir, can I have a word?
I keep thinking about all the things I'm gonna miss.
- It's so hard. - We've been over this, Sheena.
We need to do what's best for both of you.
You need to concentrate on getting yourself out of here.
I know.
- It's not gonna be forever, is it? - Course not.
No one's forcing you, Sheena.
Why don't you just take a moment to make your mind up?
I was 18 when they took my first kid into care.
I didn't think anybody could hurt me more than that judge.
Now it's happening again. Feels like I'm losing Dylan, too.
You're doing him a favour.
And at least he stands a chance of getting his mum back.
You're right.
Goodbye, gorgeous boy.
- Everything's gonna be all right now. - Mummy loves you very much.
Look, there must be someone who doesn't mind sharing with Parmar.
We would, wouldn't we, Ju?
Yeah, except we got the salon set up in there now. Ain't no room to swing a hairdryer.
- I never said I minded sharing a dorm with her. - Well, I mind, and Janine mind.
Oh, come on.
Either somebody volunteers to share,
or someone in a single cell is going to be moved into the dorm.
Then why don't you send her to a men's prison, sir?
For Christ's sake. I'll do it.
She can share with me if she wants.
# She's got a girlfriend, she really loves her #
Buxton.
- I'll leave you to make the arrangements, Vicky. - Sir.
- Julies. - Yes, sir?
Now that Oswyn and Tull are otherwise engaged, I'd like you back on the servery.
- Oh, no, sir! - Oh, no, sir!
What about our salon?
- The salon will be closed. - Only until Phyl and Bev get back, though, eh?
Sir, there's no need for you to bother yourself with this.
I'd already decided to put the Julies back on the servery.
It's all very well making decisions, Jim, it's implementing them that counts.
Try and look a bit sharper next time.
Grayling loves the sound of his own voice, doesn't he?
- He'd shag himself if he could. - Yeah.
How do you deal with the shirt-lifter thing?
Doesn't even come anywhere near me.
If I were you, I'd keep my back to the wall.
Right. Well, at least it just got me made Acting Senior Officer.
Eh?
- That's my decision. - I'm sorry, I didn't mean to piss you off.
No, you're all right.
To be honest, I'll be a lot happier when you're number one.
Well, I like to think we're fighting the same corner.
Do you now?
That we both take the more traditional approach.
Yeah, well, don't get too clever, eh, Kev?
- I thought I'd made myself clear. - Jim, please.
Get out, and take that thing back where it came from.
It's not my fault, Jim, I promise.
- The kid get stuck to your shoe, did it? - Will you calm down and listen?
I asked Sheena to take the baby back, but she refused.
She can't refuse.
All she's interested in is getting back on the smack.
Di, you can't just take a baby.
You'll have to hand it in to Social Services or something.
He's got a little red nose 'cause you've been making us wait in the cold!
Here's your new roommate.
Great.
Thanks so much for this. I can't tell you how much I appreciate all you've done for me.
I've given you a place to stay, not a bloody kidney.
I'm just not used to people putting themselves out for me, that's all.
Any half-decent person would have done the same.
Yeah.
- Why did you? - Look,
you'll probably be in a cell of your own by the end of the week.
So, in the meantime,
that's gonna be your side, and this is mine.
No problem.
I never knew you was a trainspotter, Nat.
Sometimes, Janine Nebeski, you have to make your own luck.
What if somebody on the outside knows exactly what dried-up old book
you've requested on the Interlibrary Loan Scheme,
and decides to add a couple of pages of their own?
Eh?
I'll show that Kerrigan who's top dog.
Fanbloodytastic.
What is it?
- You really have lost it, haven't you? - You'll learn to love him, Jim.
I'm not going to love anyone, sweetheart.
- This kid goes back first thing in the morning. - Or what?
- You'll never speak to me again? - Yeah. Precisely.
- Listen, this kid stays, and I'm gone. - Yeah, I don't think so.
I'd think twice about issuing me with ultimatums, Jim.
I'd be doing everything in my power to keep me sweet if I were you.
What are you talking about?
You don't want any of your dirty little secrets coming out, do you?
What is it with all these threats?
You've still got some of Karen's stuff, haven't you?
Don't be ridiculous.
No, I'm sorry. I'm just not thinking straight.
I mean, why would you hold on to evidence that was going to get you sent down as well, eh?
I just need to know that we trust each other.
Yeah, well, we've both been under a lot of strain.
We've got a baby now.
We should be thinking about him.
Shouldn't we?
Now, what I've said
is that I'm going to meet my brother Clive and his baby here.
There's not gonna be no baby in that pram.
There's gonna be a bloody big mallet
which I'm gonna smash straight over Fenner's head.
And then the car is gonna pick me up from here
and he's gonna take me to a safe house in the back end of beyond
- until everything dies down. - Sounds like a cinch.
It is, when you're dealing with cretins like Fenner.
- Time for lock up, ladies. Get going. - Mr Spiers.
Fancy some bedtime reading, sir? This new book's just come in.
You seem to have your hand up the back of your jumper, Nebeski.
Oh, no, she just has, um,
terrible reactions to natural fibres.
Hand it over.
Now.
What would you two be doing with a map?
I'm writing a novel.
- A novel? - Yeah.
Yeah, um...
I was having trouble with the plot, so I thought I'd use this book.
You know, for inspiration.
Yeah, she's... really shy about it.
She doesn't want anyone to read it until it's just right.
You know, I keep saying to her, "Janine, you're so stupid.
"You should be proud of your work."
I for one look forward to reading it.
- Course. - You'll be the first.
I think I'll keep this one for now.
Come on, then. Let's get moving.
Sir? Sorry to hold you up.
- You've obviously got somewhere better to go. - That's all right, Kevin, what is it?
I thought you should see this.
I caught Natalie Buxton trying to hide it, and 'cause she's going on a temporary licence out,
well, it looked a bit iffy.
You probably think it's an overreaction, but if she did a bunk and I hadn't mentioned it...
I'll deal with this first thing. Thank you.
- I'm so grateful, Pat. - You don't have to say it again.
I'm sorry for going on.
I have to keep reminding myself
that not everyone has spent their entire life analysing every ripple of emotion.
- Look, Arun, I'm really knackered. - Okay.
- Oi, freak. - Oi, freak.
Can you still get it up?
Just ignore them.
Freak. Are you having fun with your lady boy, Kerrigan?
Someone get me a picture, man, to make a whole heap of money.
We're gonna get you, pretty girls.
Watch you don't sleep with your razor, you might hurt yourself.
You all right?
Come on.
It's what my mum called me.
Freak. When she first found me trying on my sister's clothes.
She went berserk. She wouldn't stop crying.
- Dad thought he could beat it out of me. - They always do.
It didn't work.
So then Dad carted me off to the shrink. Oh, I was terrified.
I'm not great when people try to poke about in my head, either.
They just kept trying to make me say stuff I didn't have the words for.
Yeah.
And for ages people thought I was gay.
It wasn't that at all.
Then they decided I had gender euphoria which was weird,
'cause I just felt sodding miserable.
At least it's all sorted now, though, yeah?
Yeah.
Living my life happily as a woman.
Whatever that means.
- Do you think he needs changing again? - Well, there's only one way to find out.
- Maybe we should have him in with us. - No.
He just needs a bit of attention.
Probably misses his mum.
All he needed was a good burp. What are you doing?
I'm looking for an extra blanket.
They're kept up top, you know that.
I must be still half asleep.
So, you got him off, then?
- Yeah, no problem. - Looks like I'm gonna have to eat my words.
No!
Help me!
It's all right, love.
I just brought you a cup of tea.
Thanks.
This is bound to get easier with practice.
Especially now that we've got Daddy here to teach us.
You just better hope that Grayling doesn't get wind of your arrangement with the MBU.
Yeah, well, I thought they were encouraging mothers back into the workplace.
And what's the MBU, if it's not a workplace crèche?
I'm gonna be late. I'll leave you to it.
I'd like a word please, Jim. This morning. Make it a priority.
Hello? Yeah, speaking.
Okay.
Anything in particular?
I'm gonna take you to the Mother and Baby Unit.
Oh, Jesus Christ.
Come on, then.
- I brought your stuff. - But I thought you were bringing Dylan.
Nurse Coleman's feeding him.
And you'll be late for your breakfast at this rate.
- I want to see him. - Not now, Sheena, come on.
- But you promised, miss. - You saw him yesterday.
But I kept getting this horrible feeling all through the night.
Did he sleep all right? 'Cause he's got a tooth coming through and can get grisly.
- He's absolutely fine. - You told me I'd see him every day.
Would you rather he was with another family?
One that lived miles away, and just got to visit once a week?
You've got to keep a sense of perspective, Sheena.
- When can I see him? - Lunchtimes, teatimes
and on association, when I'm on lates.
- I just panicked. I'm sorry. - It's understandable.
I do appreciate what you're doing for me and Dylan.
- What now? - Time for your induction, Kerrigan.
I don't need one. I know the drill better than you.
Governor Fenner's orders, I'm afraid.
Oh. Excuse me.
Thanks.
You'll be fine in the four-bed.
I've not been used to sharing, though, miss. Isn't there somewhere else?
The penthouse is taken.
Oh, what are you like, eh?
- Who is that? - I don't know.
Janine.
Well, where's your pen and paper?
What?
You're writing a novel, remember?
No. No, but I...
I just said that, didn't I? To keep the heat off of you.
I know what you said, you thick twat.
And Spiers obviously believes you as much as I did.
So you better bloody prove that you are writing it in every spare minute that you've got.
Because if I lose my visit over this...
I'm gonna stub out both your eyes,
and then feed them to you.
You see, I don't really care about your needs, Kerrigan.
It's my needs that count.
And what I need is a nice, quiet, happy wing.
Which means that smartarses who think they're tougher or cleverer than me
get jumped on from a great height.
How could anyone think they were smarter than you?
Insubordination of any kind will not be tolerated.
You're here for a long time, Kerrigan.
It's good to get things straight from the start.
So...
have you got any questions for me?
I think a job would keep you out of trouble.
The Julies could do with a hand cleaning the staff toilets.
How do you fancy working in the garden?
Great! I can start tunnelling my way out of this shit-hole.
Well, that'll be Mr Spiers's responsibility as your newly appointed Personal Officer.
I reckon she'll be too knackered to give you much grief.
Especially after she's dug in all that lovely new manure we've had delivered.
I thought I said I wanted a word.
Take Kerrigan back to the wing, will you?
How can I help?
I gather you're escorting Natalie Buxton on a temporary licence out.
That's right. Compassionate reasons.
It's off.
- What? - Cancelled.
Why? What's happened?
Spiers became suspicious of Buxton and Nebeski and retrieved this.
It seems his instinct was correct.
I think this map illustrates how Buxton was intending to give you the slip.
I look forward to your report.
There's nothing sinister about this.
I should know, I gave it to her.
Why would you do that?
Well, it's just a map to show her brother where to meet us.
These are, these are my markings.
I deliberately picked a place I knew so there wouldn't be any surprises.
So, why didn't Buxton tell us that?
Well, you know what Buxton's like. She loves a wind-up.
She probably saw Kevin coming.
I'll have a word with him. Put him straight.
You know, his heart is in the right place,
but he does seem a little desperate to make his mark, don't you think, eh?
Well, to avoid future misunderstandings, do not pass out maps to inmates.
I'll bear it in mind.
Oh, Neil.
Yes, Jim.
Sheena Williams, she's just joined us from the MBU.
Di and I are temporarily looking after her baby.
She's really getting her act together at the moment.
She's off the drugs and I think genuinely trying to make a go at things.
Your point?
Well, I thought she'd be a perfect candidate for electronic tagging.
You see, it's the baby that's kept her clean but she's really missing him.
And I'd hate to see her tempted back onto the smack.
I'll have a chat with her.
I think we should make this one a priority.
You know, I've always known that I wanted kids but...
Last night, looking down at that little face,
knowing that it was totally dependent on your love and attention,
I've never felt like that before.
It's gonna be a wrench when he has to go back, isn't it?
I'm not thinking about that at the moment.
Would have meant the world to me to have my own baby.
A life that you've made, growing inside of you.
But this is the next best thing.
Nebeski.
You've given your baby to Fenner?
Fenner?
- He's a complete nutter. - It's Mrs Fenner who's looking after him.
She's a few keys short of a bunch herself.
It does mean I get to see him every day.
It's got to be better than giving him up to Social Services.
- Lift up, Ju. - All right, blimey, what's the rush?
Here, I thought you two was put back in here to help me.
- You ain't no more use than the Costas. - We're sorry, Tine.
It's just we got a taste of the glamorous life. Didn't we, Ju?
I know we're not Toni & Guy but it's a step up from skivvying.
And I reckon you should set your sights higher and all, Tine.
What makes you think I ain't got a little something of me own going on here?
I want to see Dylan at lunchtime, miss.
Oh, sorry, I'm going to town.
There's still a mountain of stuff I need to get for him.
- Car seat, buggy, play mattress... - Teatime, then.
You watch your tone, young lady.
Hello, Frank.
Where's Phyl?
- I've come for the cakes. - Hang on.
Has something happened to her?
Leave off.
Phyl sent me, Frank.
She's all right,
she's just got herself in a bit of trouble, that's all.
What sort of trouble?
Her and Bev got pissed up and now they're down the block.
Come on.
Phyl will be really grateful.
I think I'll wait till she gets back.
You reckon she's gonna wanna come back here and see you
when she finds that you've ballsed everything up while she's been away, do you?
Eh?
Same time next week?
All right.
Mummy's just gonna have a bite to eat and then she'll take you in.
And you can have yours. Yes, you can.
You got yourself a little cracker, that's for sure.
He's an angel.
I'm not really supposed to bring him out here but I thought the fresh air would do him good.
It'll be a bit fresher once I've turned that over.
Yes.
I didn't know you had a baby.
You're a cheeky little smiler, aren't you? Yes, you are.
Oh, he doesn't smile so much when those teeth are coming through.
Why don't you let me hold him while you finish your sandwich?
No.
- I was only offering. - No, he's... It's that age.
He doesn't go to strangers.
I've just been having a chat with Grayling about your one-man crusade to nobble Buxton.
He told you about the map, then?
- Yeah, good effort. - Cheers.
Unfortunately you're a bit wide of the mark this time.
- What do you mean? - The map was legit.
Cleared by me. Over and above board.
You see, when you've been in the job a bit longer you come to recognise cons like Buxton.
She loves nothing more than a wind-up.
Jeez. You mean I've been suckered?
So the next time you have a problem,
- you see me first. - Of course.
- Thanks. - Good.
Right, you. I think we need a word.
- Are you coming out for lunch? - I reckon I'm gonna stay here and rest my back.
Oh, God.
You should get some Deep Heat on that.
And smell like a rugby player's shorts?
No thanks.
I've got some tea tree oil. I can rub it in if you like.
I'm not really a massage kind of a person.
I think I understand.
With anyone. I didn't mean just you.
I really am very good.
Oh, come on, then. Get on with it.
Lie on your front and take your top off.
Do you mind if I undo your bra?
If you must.
I didn't put my balls on the line to get you this visit out for you to screw it up!
You look very happy, Sheena.
You'll never guess what Mr Grayling just told me.
He's putting me forward for electronic tagging. That means I could be out of here.
I know what that means.
Parole Board will have to clear it
but Mr Grayling thinks it'll go through no problem.
Does he?
I never dreamed me and Dylan could be back together so soon.
Isn't it fabulous?
It's wonderful.
It's the best news I've had in ages.
We both know that it's in your best interests that this trip goes ahead.
So I suggest you pull a few strings and make something happen.
Here's the deal.
You get me the knickers, and I'll smooth things over with Grayling.
No.
You know what we agreed.
I get the trip, you get the knickers.
Or else Grayling gets the knickers and you get the chop.
All right.
But I'm putting Spiers on escort duty.
Whatever you've got planned for the outside, it won't be on my watch.
No problem.
I'm sure Mr Spiers will enjoy my company.
Helen, can you take Buxton back to the wing, please?
How many times do I have to tell you? You cannot come barging in here like that.
Neil is putting Sheena up for early release! Can you believe it?
- Early release? - I know!
How can he possibly let an addict like that out?
- And have the Board approved it? - Not yet.
But I am gonna make sure that Neil doesn't go there.
Di, just calm down and think this through.
There's nothing to think through.
And what do you think his reaction's gonna be
if you go steaming in there telling him how to do his job?
- And do you think I care what he feels? - Di,
do you really think he's gonna stand by and let you have what he's always wanted,
a baby?
He'll do everything he can to block you.
Yeah, well, then I'll just tell him he's a vindictive old queen.
Di, just leave it to the Board. They can still turn it down.
You're certainly gonna do yourself no favours by getting involved, eh?
Come here.
Come on.
All right, Nebeski.
What you write?
It's a novel, innit?
Novel?
You never seem too clever with words.
Piss off.
- It's gonna be wicked. Got me first line. - Let me hear it now.
All right.
"It was a hot day
"and Janine wished she'd left her coat at home."
What are you talking about?
You can't start a story like that.
What happened to the excitement?
There's plenty of excitement.
You think, "Ah-ha. Where is Janine going?"
Janine. Who is Janine?
And why are we gonna give a shit where she go?
Well, you give a shit 'cause you're reading the book.
No, man. You got it all wrong.
Let me give you something exciting.
You got an idea?
Imagine Jamaica.
1999.
A tall, fine Yardie called Clooney
and him woman, Honey Pie...
No, no, his woman, Janine.
You can't call her that.
How many Jamaican you know called Janine?
Why don't we do this together?
Two head is better than one.
All right. But I get to write the words down.
Imagine how much money we can make.
- Right, so... - Jamaica.
1999.
- Sunset... - How do you spell Jamaica?
J-A-M-I...
Tina, what are you doing here?
It's all right. I'm in with Phyl and Bev.
Except they've got themselves in a bit of a bother.
No, I knew this set-up was too good to be true.
It's fine, that's why I'm here.
I'm keeping things going for them.
Oh, right.
Well, let's get on with it. What have you got for me?
- Same time next week. - Yeah.
- Here. Is this right? - Yes.
What, I give you those and you give me all this?
Yes. Have you got a problem?
No. No.
Those evil witches. They've screwed me over, good and proper.
Yeah, well, they ain't called the Costa Cons for nothing, sweetheart.
Yeah, but I thought I was their friend.
I've been slaving away for peanuts when all along they were swimming in bleeding voddie.
Here.
Why don't you two come on in it with me? That'll show them.
I still don't really understand what "it" is.
We get cakes from Frank which we trade with Denise for vodka,
which she nicks from the officers' club.
So where do we come into it?
Well, he's only giving me the cakes 'cause he's sweet on Phyl.
Oh. You ain't wanting him to get sweet on us, are you?
No! I want you two to help put the frighteners on him.
That way, we get him bringing in booze as well as cakes,
and cut Denise out of the picture.
Yeah, but if we get caught we'll never get our salon back.
Oh, I don't know, Ju.
Swapping a bit of perm lotion for some bevvy and cakes?
Don't sound too bad, does it?
It's okay.
I can handle it on me own.
But you're gonna be missing out on a lot more than just vodka.
I don't think so, Tine. Thanks all the same.
Suit yourselves. You're mad, though. This is gonna be huge.
- How would you like to come and visit Dylan? - You mean it?
Why wouldn't I?
I was beginning to think you didn't want me to see him.
Don't be daft.
Do you really think I'd wrench him away from you?
- Well, no. I just miss him so much. - Of course you do.
You're his mum.
And we mustn't go forgetting that, no matter what happens about this tag.
It is gonna happen, isn't it?
Well, I'm not saying it isn't, Sheena.
Just, it's important to establish your routine. For his sake and for yours.
So, are you coming, then, or not?
You have a minute on your own and I'll make us a cup of tea.
Thank you, miss.
I've missed you so much, my love.
I've been so worried about you.
Have you been all right without mummy?
I didn't want to leave you.
You know that, don't you, darling?
You know,
I do not know what kind of pushchair to get Dylan.
There are hundreds.
I don't know whether to get one of those three-wheelers
with the alloy wheels,
you know, with those big storage pouches on the seat backs,
which would come in handy, I suppose.
Or should I go for something, you know, a bit more traditional?
I mean, obviously, anything I get
I'll be passing on to you.
Seeing Dylan's made my day.
This is gonna work out brilliant.
Can you look after things here for me, Kev?
- I want an early finish for once. - Yeah, no problems.
- Going somewhere nice? - I just want to surprise Di.
- Mum's the word. - Very good.
You all right, love?
I just feel a bit...
That's it.
Up you get.
Oh, lovely.
Is this the list for drug testing?
All the usual suspects.
I don't know why they call it random. This lot are bound to be clean.
Mustn't let Area think that the wing is full of bad people who take drugs, must we?
It's a farce, isn't it?
Sheena, time for your test.
And we mustn't go forgetting that, no matter what happens about this...
Hello, Miss.
Have you come for a lie-down?
Come on, up you get.
I want to lie down.
Lie down and look at the sky.
It's important to establish your routine. For his sake and...
You're his mum. You're his mum.
...pushchair to get. Well, I am not saying...
Do you really think I'd wrench him away from you?
What's up, Vicky?
Sheena's fallen off the wagon, I'm afraid.
No.
She was all over the place when I came to take her for her test.
I don't believe you.
She wouldn't do anything to stop her getting back with her baby.
I know. I've never seen anyone so determined to straighten out.
Me, too.
She must have had us all fooled.
She won't get that early release now.
Tragedy.
Did the massage do the trick, then?
Yeah, great. Pain's really eased up.
Thanks.
Pat, wait.
- I just wanted to tell you something. - You don't have to say anything, Arun.
I saw this film once,
and this woman said to a bloke that he'd put a string of lights around her heart.
Listen, darling, I didn't mean to lead you on.
We're just cell mates, yeah?
Because of what I am?
No!
I tried to tell you before.
I don't do relationships, not with men and not with women.
And that means not with you.
That's just the way it is.
Yeah.
Well, it's all still on for Saturday.
So you'd better not let me down.
Ow!
Yes.
Yes!
You're my little boy.
Yes, you are.
Let's go to the kitchen.
Let's see which way.
You have been busy.
Haven't you, love?
You've no idea what he's capable of.
He murdered Yvonne Atkins.
He locked her up in that hole and he left her there to die.
Did you really think that you could take me on and win?
Big mistake.
Now, give 'em a wave.
Phyllida Oswyn and Beverly Tull
are thought to have driven right through the prison gates.
All ports and airports have been put on alert
to look for the two women.
Can you both remove your glasses, please?
Of course.