Sylvia's asked me to give her a lift up to Hampstead.
She's been left some house, and she wants me to go with her to collect the keys.
That was the estate agent.
He's valued my house at £2.2 million.
"For better for worse, for richer for poorer."
I'm going to meet my brother Clive and his baby just 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.
Right, you two pissheads. You're on report.
But I'm putting Spiers on escort duty.
Whatever you've got planned for the outside, it won't be on my watch.
If we take him,
at least you know he's being well looked after while you get back on your feet.
What's going on, Vicky?
Sheena's fallen off the wagon, I'm afraid.
No. She won't get that early release now.
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.
You have been busy.
Haven't you, love?
Put it in the bin.
- Whatever you had on me has gone up in smoke. - I wasn't gonna use any of it.
- I just kept it as proof of what I've done for you. - You are so out of your league, Di.
Yeah, you can beat up your old mum and make an arse out of Grayling.
But to think you believe that I would ever want to have a kid with you.
Low sperm count? Me?
I had a vasectomy, love, which shows how seriously sick of you I am.
Now...
I want a divorce.
Okay. Time for your adjudication.
Hip hip hoo-bloody-ray.
This could take the performance of a lifetime.
Miss. Miss, please!
I didn't take any drugs. I swear, I don't know what happened!
I just want to be with my little boy. Please, miss! Please!
The pair of you were so drunk you could hardly walk.
- We were, yes. - It would be pointless to deny it.
But we had absolutely no idea what we were drinking.
Oh, save it.
The two of you are accomplished compulsive liars who never take responsibility for your own actions.
If we've been truthful about one thing since we've been in here, it's this,
- the booze was already there. - In situ.
I mean, I hate dobbing anybody in it,
but I could only imagine that the Julies or Tina must have some prior responsibility for it.
I mean, obviously we knew we weren't drinking spring water but...
if you'll just think for a moment what was happening at that time.
We were about to see a nun cut from ear to ear before our very eyes.
We were totally terrorised.
Surely you can't hold us to account for that, Mr Grayling?
Two weeks loss of wages for both of you.
- Thank you. - That's very reasonable.
Assuming you mean we can go back to our jobs?
If either of you is caught with a whiff of alcohol again,
you can expect to spend at least twice as long on segregation,
a minimum of two months loss of privileges and no chance of getting another red band.
Do I make myself clear?
- Absolutely. - Crystal.
Take them back to the wing.
Mr Spiers.
- All set for your weekend out? - Yeah, looking forward to it. And you?
Actually, I was thinking, once I finish seeing my nephew,
how do you fancy catching a film or getting something to eat?
You're gonna be cuffed to me.
Don't think there'll be too many places that will give us a table.
- Well, it's worth a try, isn't it? - There'll be nothing like that.
If you change your mind, just let me know.
Something going round about Sheena Williams being done for smack.
It was methadone. She must have lifted it from one of the mothers in rehab.
I heard she's being let out on tag before long. Doesn't make much sense.
What can I say? We all feel let down.
I bet you've been having a right bleeding laugh at me, ain't you?
What are you talking about?
You two weren't here to meet up with Denise. So I went, didn't I?
So, how did it go?
She only turns up with a full-sized bottle of vodka, don't she?
- Really? - Oh, shut up!
You've been ripping me off! Bloody miniatures? And there was me being really grateful.
Well, I ain't ever trusting neither of you over nothing again.
I thought you were me mates.
- Tina... - No! Tina nothing. I ain't hearing it.
No, no, no. Please, listen.
Look, let's just cut straight to it here.
Bev is an alcoholic.
She doesn't just like the odd tipple. She needs to drink. It's an illness, okay?
Now, it's hard enough to deal with out there in the normal world, but in here...
- Look, do you have to? - Yes!
There's no point in lying to the girl, is there?
It's this place, Tina.
I mean, you have to be strong to get by and I'm just not.
If I thought I was gonna face all these years without a drink,
well, I'd have strung myself up a long time ago.
Yeah?
I need it to survive.
Can you understand that?
And you'll never know how ashamed it makes me, the depths I sink to.
I mean, do you think I get some sort of perverse kick out of cheating you?
Phyl was just trying to help, that's all.
I'm sorry, Bev.
That's okay.
But one more word of this bollocks and I'm gonna slap you!
You ain't shafting me no more. We split it three ways, got it?
How could we not?
Frank's due here soon.
So, let the profit-sharing commence.
You knew how much I wanted to have children with you.
You had no bloody right, you selfish bastard! After everything I've done for you.
If you mention one more time how much you've done for me...
I'll kill you.
I suppose I'd better believe that. 'Cause you've done it before, haven't you?
Murdered someone.
Oh, no, you are not getting rid of me that easy. I'm not going anywhere.
Jan?
Could you see if the special delivery post has arrived yet this morning?
- I'm expecting something. - Yes, Mr Fenner.
Ta.
Look, um...
this is how it is.
You have no idea what I'm capable of. No idea at all.
I want you to think about dear old Yvonne Atkins for a minute.
Do you really think she was stupid enough to lock herself in that tunnel?
I stood on the other side of that door and listened to her scream and beg for her life.
I heard her scratch and beat her hands into a pulp.
How long do you think she took to die in the end, hm?
Slowly suffocating in the dark.
Sat in the stench of her own piss.
Two days, three? Ooh, she was a tough old bitch.
Maybe even four.
So if I say I'm gonna kill you,
you'd better bloody believe it.
Watch and see how a professional does it.
Yeah, you better not arse it up because I want my share.
And you'll get it, don't worry.
- There is no need to be quite so suspicious. - Oh, yes there bleeding is.
Come on, ladies, back to work.
Well, hello, Frank. Long time no see.
I heard about you two copping a spell in the freezer.
Yeah, I was somewhat of a bad girl. Had to be punished, unfortunately.
I bet. Well, this has made my day, this has.
Between you and me, that youngun, she's a bit of a biffa.
- She ain't got no class. - Well, it is always nice to be appreciated.
So, how pleased are you really to see me?
Here.
We've got some coconut macaroons today.
It's a new line they've just started.
And I will be sure to let you know how they slip down.
With relish, I'm sure. See you soon, Frank.
- Hang on. - What is it?
- Don't I get a kiss this time? - Oh!
Of course.
Thank you. I really appreciate it.
I think we can do a little better than that.
- We did last time. - I don't think so.
Come on, it won't bite you.
Look, I'm not asking you to marry me, sweetheart. Just a little bit of give and take, that's all.
- Get off me! - Don't get all frigid with me, you bitch!
Flipping hell. You ain't killed him, have you?
No. He's still breathing.
Here, better stock up. We might not get another chance.
- Bastard. Shitting bastard! - It's all right. He can't hurt you now.
I don't give a damn about him. He's not the point. We are.
Look what we've become.
Trading cream cakes for favours with riffraff like that.
- Look, please, just don't upset yourself. - I bloody well will.
They are gonna keep us banged up in this hole for years.
Have you ever really thought about that? I mean, what it means?
It means our lives are in the shitter.
- Look, we get by. - Bullshit!
We may have conned the half-wits in this place that, you know, we're above it all,
but we can't go on fooling ourselves.
I can't stand this.
What are you doing?
We're getting out of here. Are you coming with me?
If we stay in here, we are going to die in here.
- Now, what's going on? - We're checking out of here.
- Is this going to work? - Of course it is. Now, give 'em a wave.
Go.
Open up, please, now.
Ta.
Aren't we forgetting something?
- Can't think. - Okay.
- Jacket off. Trip's cancelled. - What?
You're going precisely nowhere till I get my hands on those knickers.
No problem. Encyclopaedia Britannica, Volume 5.
Don't go anywhere with this one yet, Kev. She's not ready.
No problem.
Wait.
They're in a book called Small Vessel Construction.
There's always some geek looking in the encyclopaedias.
They'd better be.
- Okay, she's clear to go now. - Come on.
Just done a head count back in from work. No sign of Oswyn, Tull or O'Kane.
Shit!
- After you. - Thank you.
- What's that? - We've lost three.
What? No, no, no, you can't do this. This has got nothing to do with me.
- I'm on a licence. - Not now, you're not.
- Look, we're here now. Can't we just go? - Come on.
Come on, I'm not telling you again. Get in there. How many times have I got to tell you?
This has got nothing to do with me!
You'll just have to reorganise your social calendar, won't you?
I am gonna kill somebody because of this!
Keep that up and I'll recommend the pass is cancelled altogether.
We get hold of Ollie.
He'll still have our passports, some of them, at least.
And he'll be good for a few hundred to see us on our way.
What the shitting hell's going on? Get all this crap off me!
Oh, God.
What've you done?
It won't take more than a couple of hours for the police to find you. Not in this thing.
You what? You're leaving me here?
And if you shout for help, it might be even sooner.
Look, you are not going to be in any trouble.
What do you think they're gonna do? Slap me on the wrist?
Tell me not to do it again? Oh, bloody hell!
I'm gonna be older than you two by the time I get out.
Look, you have been tied up and left here, for God's sake.
It's obvious you had nothing to do with this.
- Where are you two going? - Ireland.
- Oh, for God's sake. - Oh.
Please, please don't tell anybody.
Please.
Meanwhile, there'll be a full investigation into all events leading up to the escape.
I...
O'Kane's just been recaptured. Found tied up in the back of the van.
Police are questioning her, but still no sign of Oswyn and Tull.
Well, they won't have got far. Take about a second for the police to get out of O'Kane what they need.
You'd better start hoping so, hadn't you?
- Are you blaming me for this? - Well, where were you this time?
- Out for breakfast? - Excuse me,
but as governing Governor, you bear ultimate responsibility for the security of this prison.
That's as may be. But you're the one that needs to start thinking of excuses.
I want O'Kane's pre-sentence report on my desk, five minutes.
- Hello, miss. What's going on? - Yeah, who's gone?
Someone said it was Tine but that don't make no sense.
We'll find out soon enough. That's lunch.
Bleeding hell, miss!
- God. What happened? - It's nothing.
Come on. We ain't fools, miss.
My husband beat me up.
You all right? Looks like it still hurts.
I ain't being funny, you sure you want to cover it up?
Don't you want to leave it so everyone can see what he's done?
You've no idea what he's done to me. This isn't the half of it.
Come on, miss, why don't you sit down? Here.
That bastard's ruined my life. He's evil!
- We know. - Yeah.
You two had it right all along.
You've no idea what he's capable of. The things he's done.
And he gets away with it every single time.
Not anymore.
He murdered Yvonne Atkins.
He locked her up in that hole and he left her there to die.
And he's proud of it.
Well, it's gonna be his turn now. His bloody turn.
- Everyone else accounted for? - Yes.
All right, let them out.
I'll have a riot on my hands otherwise. That's all I bloody need.
No problem.
I'll take care of the threes.
Well, it's about bloody time.
Now, if you've all finished tossing about, I want to go.
- You're not going anywhere. - How long am I gonna have to wait?
Well, that depends on how long I'm Wing Governor for, doesn't it?
You've got nothing on me now, sweetheart.
- Why am I gonna do you any favours, eh? - Get off.
Did you really think that you could take me on and win?
- Big mistake. - You bastard!
Does that hurt? I'm the only top dog round here. Remember that.
Oh, yeah. You can kiss goodbye to the library.
From now on, you're on candles.
I bleeding knew it, Ju. Murdering bastard.
And to think, I held off sticking a knife in him 'cause I thought I might be wrong.
I wish I'd cut his head off now. Right off. I'm serious.
Don't get so wound up about it, Ju, eh?
Wound up? That evil git killed 'vonne, Ju.
I know, but Miss Barker or Mrs Fenner, whatever she wants to call herself,
- she don't give a flying whatsit about 'vonne, Ju. - Eh?
She got her own reasons for wanting Fenner sorted.
And she wants us to do it. Why else was she in here telling us?
- Yeah, I hate him too, but... - No, Ju.
Fenner has raped and murdered his way round this place for years.
And not just 'vonne. You think about the others, Rachel, Shell.
That bloke don't deserve to be still alive.
So what, you're gonna get a knife and stick it in him?
No. I won't.
I'm not in any hurry. I'm not going anywhere, am I?
I got all the time in the world.
It's the Costas that done a runner, innit?
- Took Tina with them. - How true that?
Me ears say Tina done skip from here. She take two screw hostage.
Get yourself off to work, Cake.
It's true, isn't it? Wicked, man!
Tina gonna be like that man, what you call him? Ronnie Biggs!
All right, everyone, that's enough! Hush up.
What am I gonna do with you now, eh?
Don't suppose there's much chance of his mum getting to see him now, is there?
I don't know.
It's not fair to punish the kid. He's done nothing.
I know.
- That's why I tried to help Sheena. - Yeah.
- Why else would I have offered to look after him? - Who knows?
- What the hell are you trying to say? - Nothing.
If you must know, a baby's the last thing I need right now.
But I said I'd look after him until Sheena got out and she could take him back.
There might be another way. I'd need your help setting it up, though.
Starting with getting Sheena out of seg.
I didn't take anything.
Someone spiked me and put the green in there. Why would I get smacked up now, eh?
- Just calm down a minute. - How can I? I'll never get Dylan back.
- Look, will you just sit down for a... - Get off me!
Was it you?
Did you do it 'cause you want Dylan, did you?
You're upset. I understand that.
But I've only ever wanted to help you, Sheena.
I don't believe you.
You want to keep me here so you can have him, don't you?
Look...
I don't believe you took any drugs.
And I'm gonna go to Mr Grayling and tell him.
Honest?
- Yes. - Oh, God!
Thank you.
I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to say those awful things.
It's okay. It's understandable, I suppose.
There is one other thing.
I'm not gonna be able to look after Dylan anymore.
Why not?
Me and Mr Fenner, we're having problems.
Actually, we're getting a divorce.
Oh, shit. The social, they're gonna take Dylan, aren't they?
No, not necessarily.
O'Kane's a born liar, but she's as thick as three short planks.
So, wherever she says they've gone, you could start by looking in the opposite direction.
Despite that fact, police aren't saying that the two women are dangerous,
but are warning the public not to approach them.
All ports and airports have been put on alert to look for the two women.
Do you know, I can't believe this was only taken five years ago.
- Just look how that place has aged us. - Speak for yourself.
- Oh, come on, let's have a look at yours, then. - No.
Can we just concentrate on not drawing attention to ourselves?
Are we really here?
You know, I'm terrified that I'm going to wake up at any moment.
- Will you just shush? - Sorry.
Maybe it's because I know that the Med's barely a two-hour plane ride away.
- Just made me feel quite giddy. - Just wait until we get to the hotel.
I wish Ollie had given us a few more euros.
I mean, there's hardly enough for two nights at The Americanas.
God, I hope Paco still works there, then money won't be a problem.
Can you both remove your glasses, please?
- Is there a problem? - Of course.
- Thank you. - Hasta la vista.
- Excuse me. Por favor. - Sí senor.
- Another bottle of your finest champagne. - Senor.
- Are you sure you've not had enough? - I'm on my honeymoon.
All I want is to enjoy a drink in the company of my beautiful wife.
- What's the problem? - The hotel are charging £190 a bottle.
That's okay. We can afford it.
I think that will do for now, Malcolm.
- Senora? - Top her up, Pedro.
- Why not? It's what honeymoons are all about. - Will you keep it down?
- People are staring. - So what? Let them.
- Malcolm, there's something I need to... - Cheers.
I really think you've had enough.
- I'm going. Are you coming? - Oh, yes, of course.
I don't believe it. Senora Bev and Senora Phyl.
- Wonderful to see you again. - You have not come to see me for long time.
- We had to go home for a bit. - Why?
- The weather, the food is so terrible there. - Yes, you have no idea.
We have to be honest, though, Paco. Things didn't go very well for us in England.
That is why you have come home and now to Spain?
Well, yes.
Beverley's husband passed away, you see.
- Again? - No. No!
This was a different one.
Anyway, we are back and we are ready to start again.
Of course.
But we just wondered if it were possible for you to fix us up a room for a few nights,
I mean, if you had one spare?
No, I don't have a room.
But...
I have the Marbella Suite.
- What? - Oh!
I can't promise it will happen straightaway, but I will keep on at Mr Grayling.
Thanks for doing this.
You don't belong here, Sheena. You should be out on tag.
- Thank you so much, miss. - Well, it's Pat you should be thanking.
You're back, then?
Mrs Fenner says you might know someone who could look after Dylan.
I might do, yeah, if you're okay with that.
- A friend of yours, is it? - Yeah, registered foster carer.
Well, you might wanna have a think about it.
- Yeah, I will. - Come on.
- See you in a bit, yeah? - Yeah.
Tell me something, what makes you think you're the greatest writer in the world?
That is the crappiest idea I've ever heard.
Why would she do that?
Because if she not do it, I'll box you in your face!
- So, how's the bestseller coming? - Yeah, good.
So, who's it about?
A Yardie called Clooney, and him woman, Honey Pie.
And what happens?
- Well, we're still working that bit out. - How you mean? It's done already.
They have a whole heap of ganja they have to sell and some gangsters want steal it from them.
So, not stereotyped at all, then?
Nice, positive depiction of the Jamaican community.
What you chat 'bout?
We can't make no money writing boring stories about vicars and their tea parties.
Well, good luck with it. I look forward to reading it.
Oh!
I think I must have died and gone to heaven. Paco, you are an angel.
Well, Sergei, Mr Konchalovsky, has paid in advance for one year to keep this suite as his own.
He comes, he goes. Mostly, he goes. But now, he's away at least for one week.
I will say that you are staying here because you are his sisters
on holiday here from St Petersburg.
Yes, yes, I think we can do that.
- I'm beginning to feel very Svetlana, dahlink. - Yes.
Svetlana, indeed.
Hey.
You like her, don't you, that Sheena?
- I can tell from the way you looked at her. - I'm trying to sort something out for her kid.
- Why? - Because I can.
But you hardly know her. There's lots in here who need help for their kids.
Don't see you going out of your way for them because you can.
Where the hell do you get off?
- Nowhere, I was just saying... - I've had enough of this.
You and me are gonna have problems if you can't keep your gob shut
about things that are none of your business.
- I'm sorry, I was just saying. - Well, don't. Now, piss off!
Good grief.
You'd think for the amount they charge in this place,
they'd stock some decent towels.
Is that all you're gonna do while we're here, complain?
This place is paradise, bloody paradise.
Oh, yes, I'm sure it is when you're drunk the whole time.
I understood when we were on the cruise how it helped with your seasickness.
But this is our honeymoon. Here we are in paradise.
Perfect for lovers.
I had expected us to spend a little more time alone together.
I'm a passionate woman, Malcolm. I'm not ashamed to say it.
- I know you are. - And I'm not just talking about... that.
Just a walk along the promenade would be nice, or a romantic picnic on the beach
without you drinking the place dry.
I'm sorry, Sylvia.
I'm sorry. I just...
What can I say? I'm just absolutely exhausted.
Our marriage isn't official until it's been consummated.
You know that, don't you?
You're right. Sylv, what kind of husband am I?
Don't move. I'll be back.
Just be a minute, my angel.
Think of the money. Think of the money.
Think of the money.
Well, I suppose it lacks the essential Victorian bijou charm of our last place.
Yes, I miss the open-plan plumbing.
- The cutlery. - And the neighbours.
Oh, Lord, surely not.
On reflection, the night calls weren't that bad.
Wonder how long that's gonna go on for?
I'd ask for my money back.
Wonder what our dear brother Mr Dostoyevsky does to make ends meet?
I mean, it must cost him a pile to keep this place going.
He's Russian and rich. Draw your own conclusions.
Check the wardrobes, he's probably got a body or two stashed away.
Dear Sergei, bless him. I do hope he's having fun on his trip.
Na zdorovje, Sergei.
I want you out of this house.
- And that little rug rat. - I'm sorting something out.
In the meantime, the spare room's ours and I don't want you going in there.
Di.
What?
In case you're thinking of doing anything clever, remember what I said.
You don't know one thing about me and what I can do.
Sleep tight.
Oh!
I do hope you haven't lost your touch.
Well, it's been a few years, I'm entitled to be a bit rusty.
Okay.
Oh. Come on, sod you.
Well, like riding a bike.
Oh!
Jesus wept!
You're overreacting. It's just a gun. Plenty of people have them down here.
Yes, well, that's by the by.
I think we should either ask Paco to move us or we should check out of this place pronto.
And go where?
Well, what about Frankie Leonard? Doesn't he still have a villa in Nerja?
He's been banged up for five years.
He doesn't have two shekels to rub together, let alone a villa.
No, we need to find someone to fence those diamonds.
I know there's someone out here, I just can't remember where.
So, relax, dahlink.
Do you know, I'm not sure I want to throw myself onto the mercy of any more men.
We won't. Let me assure you of that. It won't be like before.
There'll be no more giving, just a whole lot of taking.
Of course, I understand it takes time to acclimatise to being away.
Makes you realise how much strain we're under every day.
- It's a wonder we get by as well as we do. - Hmm.
But if our love could flourish in a prison, imagine what it could do in a place like this.
- Malcolm? - Yes, of course.
I need to know that you have feelings.
Wasn't last night proof enough?
Well, yes, I suppose in a way it was.
Anyway, we've got the boat trip to look forward to this afternoon.
I've been thinking, I'm not sure.
- What? - Well, we've already spent a week on a boat.
Why don't you take yourself shopping? Retail therapy can work wonders.
- Trust me, I'm a doctor. - But we planned this trip days ago.
- And it's cost us a king's ransom. - Only a few euros.
Sylvia, when are you gonna come to terms with the fact we've got money now?
And I was rather hoping to get some time in at the casino.
The casino? You might as well take your money and set light to it.
See, this is the problem.
It is probably the reason why the fireworks have been missing so far.
What are you talking about?
I feel emasculated, having to come to you cap in hand for every little thing.
How do you think it makes me feel?
We don't have the money to fritter away, you know.
- We've spent a fortune already. - We're on our honeymoon!
If we're not happy to splash out a little bit of money now, when will we be?
Malcolm.
If that's what you insist on doing, I'm coming with you.
Eh?
We'll go to the casino, but we'll keep an eye on how much we spend.
Quit when we're ahead, as they say.
Who knows, I might even be your lucky charm.
- Mmm. - What?
- Champagne breakfast? - What a good idea.
Listen to this.
"The Garda have extended their search across five counties, from Monaghan to Cork."
God bless Tina.
It won't be long before they find out we're not there.
Still, they haven't printed any pictures. Yet.
Wherever we go, can it be somewhere that's warm in winter, like South Africa or Brazil?
They can't have an extradition treaty there, surely.
All options.
Meanwhile, there's still fun to be had.
While they're ghost-chasing round the Emerald Isle.
Slainte!
Mix bleach with what?
- Hair dye, it's in the fumes. Chlorine, innit? - Oh.
Put it in the candle's wick.
It's all sorted out.
Colette will be here later on this morning and I'll take you and Dylan down to meet her.
Thanks, miss.
I'm just sorry for what you've been through these last few days.
Miss? The swelling seems to have gone down a bit.
- Actually... - Miss.
What I said about Yvonne the other day, I'm not really sure about it.
See, things are quite difficult for me at the moment and I was upset.
I might have exaggerated.
See, he might not have said that he actually killed her,
just that he wished he had.
He'd just lumped me one. I wasn't thinking straight.
So, it might just be best if you don't mention it to anyone.
Of course not.
Sergei.
Stop.
Sergei.
Place your bets now, please.
Finish betting.
No more bets now, thank you.
13. Red.
- How much is that you've lost now? - It's okay, we've got more.
Where are you going? Are you finished?
Oh, no, I'm not letting this place get the better of me.
Please, Malcolm. Malcolm, there's something I've got to tell you.
Not now, I've got to concentrate on what we're doing.
No, no. We've got to talk now, do you hear me?
Don't do this to me, I'm having a good time.
What do you fancy first? A little bit of blackjack to get things started?
Why not?
I mean it, Malcolm, we can't afford to lose another penny.
Sylvia, you're making a scene. You know we've got enough money.
You're just jealous because I'm enjoying myself.
That's not fair, Malcolm. Of course I want you to enjoy yourself!
- But you've got to listen to what I want to say! - Get off, woman!
- Malcolm! - God's sake!
I think I'm going to faint.
- Hiya. - Hiya, mate.
- Oh, sorry. - It's okay.
- This is Sheena. - All right?
- This must be Dylan. - Yeah.
He's beautiful. Look, Jen.
I know this must be hard for you, so don't feel under any pressure.
Do what you think's best.
How are you gonna get money and that to look after him?
That's okay. I've sorted something out. It's the least I can do.
- You'd bring him in to visit, wouldn't you? - Every day, if I'm allowed.
It wouldn't be that often.
Well, as often as we can.
I don't know if I can hand him over to someone else again.
Someone's gonna take him off you, no matter what happens.
Colette will take good care of him.
Here, quick, take him before I change my mind.
Would you take me back to the wing, please?
Thanks.
They're staying here, in our bloody hotel. Tell me it can't get any worse.
- God give me strength! - Malcolm, come and sit down.
- We really must talk. - Sylvia, this is intolerable.
- Don't you ever speak to me like that again. - Will you shut up and listen to me for a moment?
- There was a reason we had to leave that casino. - What are you talking about?
- I don't know how I'm going to tell you this. - Tell me what? For God's sake, spit it out, woman!
- Um, where do you think you're going? - Well, I'm going to pack, of course.
- I mean, we can't stay here now, can we? - And go where, exactly?
Has it escaped your notice that we have nowhere to go?
We'll just stay here and order room service until they check out.
Calm it, darling.
Calm it.
I had no idea when I found out my aunt had left me the house.
Who could imagine she would put a condition on it like that?
And then we fell in love, Malcolm, and nothing else mattered.
What was I supposed to do?
Please say something, Malcolm.
Lying, conniving bitch!
Calm it?
Malcolm, please.
It's only money. What does it matter?
I'm sorry.
I nearly told you so many times. I was a coward.
Please don't look at me like that.
You're frightening me!
I'm sorry, Sylvia. That was unforgivable.
You're right, what's done is done.
We're married, we're here. If the money is gone, it's gone.
Really?
- I mean, are you sure? - Yes, of course.
You've no idea what a relief it is to hear that. I nearly told you so many times.
- I was frightened you'd be angry. - No.
No.
- "For richer, for poorer", hm? - Oh, Malcolm.
I've bagged myself quite a man in you.
Sorry about that. It's just...
- It's a shock, you know? - Oh, it's no problem.
- I'll get it cleaned up in a jiffy. - I'll get one of those towels.
Oh, okay. Looks like they'll come in useful after all.
How about I mix us a couple of stiff ones? Then we can sit down and work out what to do.
I'm sure we'll think of something.
There we are.
I think you're right to be philosophical. What's the point of worrying?
- We'll manage our way out of things somehow. - Of course we will.
Oh, thank you. Did I ever need this.
Ah.
Oh!
I feel very woozy. Oh, what is it?
That'll be the strain taking its toll. Here, come sit down.
There. There you go.
That's it.
Come on.
Number's dead.
I'm sorry, but I won't be happy until there's an ocean or two between No-No and Bodybag.
We can't go anywhere until we have found someone to fence these diamonds.
Can't we just get out of here while we still can?
I mean, we'll think of something!
- Diga. - Senora Phyllida.
- We have a problem. - ...I have just explained to your colleague.
The Marbella Suite. My name is Sergei Konchalovsky.
Leave those, we're travelling light. Diamonds and passport, that's all we need.
Let's go.
You pathetic, miserable creature!
Malcolm, please.
- And to think. - No!
I put up
with your chattering, your whingeing, your pawing, and for what?
A prison pension?
So, you see, Sylvia, I've got no choice.
Sorry.
Mikhail.
Come on, quick.
Are you mad?
I'd rather take our chances with these two than that lot. Now, come on.
Went for a nap after lunch.
While I was sleeping, you got up.
You could've only taken three steps towards the bathroom.
You suffered an embolism and collapsed.
Nothing I could do for you.
- Surely not. - Slaves and masters, makes sense to me.
Leave her alone.
Come on. Move away.
It's okay. It's okay. I'm sorry.
- For God's sake. - You're a loathsome little man.
Paren. Están detenidos.
- Entreguen las pistolas... - No dispareís.
- Que levanten las manos. - Aquíno hay problema.
If I take this off, you are not gonna make a noise, are you?
Look, he was going to kill you. I mean, Phyl had no choice. I mean, you can see that, can't you?
There were three armed criminals next door.
They got the wrong room and he got in their way, okay?
Okay?
Come on.
Estoy chequeando Senor Konchalovsky, mi amigo.
Estas armas tienen licencia. Comprende, senor?
Oh!
Sorry. Just go.
This should cover you for a few days at a B&B.
I want you out now.
I want more than that. I'm not slumming it in some flea pit.
I'll have your stuff packed and ready to go.
- I can't bear the sight of you in my house. - See you later.
Kev.
- Everything all right? - No, not really.
I'm sure everything will sort itself out in the end, though.
If you wanna talk to someone, I'm going for a drink afterward.
Actually... Yeah, I'd like that.
It'd be nice.
I don't know.
I'm moving back to the four-bed dorm. So cheers for letting me crash.
Right.
Because of you, I feel safe in here now. So I owe you one.
No, you don't.
Didn't think there was room in the four-bed.
There will be, 'cause I'm swapping with you.
You don't have to do that.
Oh, bleeding hell, girls, have a look at this!
...prisoners who broke out of Larkhall prison a few days ago has been recaptured in Spain
in the presence of one of the prison's own officers, the newlywed, Sylvia Nicholson.
The prison officer was at the hotel on honeymoon with the late prison doctor, Malcolm Nicholson.
Dr Nicholson was tragically gunned down in his hotel room
in an incident believed to be unrelated to the escaped prisoners.
The other escapee, Phyllida Oswyn, is still on the run,
presumed to also be somewhere in Spain.
Police are still looking for any witnesses to come forward
in order to establish where Ms Oswyn...
Calm down.
...as yet, there are no conclusive leads.
Fenner's gonna get it tonight.
You're finished.
- Better start praying to the patron saint of poofs. - But not before I've done this.
Thank God!