- You have to be their number one suspect. - What?
- So you stabbed him and you watched him die! - No!
- Of course it's his blood. - Well, now we're getting somewhere.
Yeah, but I found him.
I didn't kill him.
Di Fenner, I'm arresting you on suspicion of the murder of Jim Fenner.
Oi! Kerrigan!
Enjoy the next 20 years.
'Cause I ain't coming back.
Buxton's just gonna walk out of here, then, sticking her fingers up at the rest of us.
Yeah.
Well, I'm damned if she'll get away with it.
- She didn't do it. - Well, then, who did?
I did.
I killed Fenner.
No, she didn't. I did.
No, I killed Fenner.
I killed Fenner.
Piss on this. I killed Fenner.
And me, I killed Fenner.
Are you sure she did it?
Yep. She did it.
That on the 1 2th of July at Larkhall Prison you did murder Mr James Graham Fenner.
- How do you plead? - Not guilty.
Your Worship, we would like to make an application for bail, pending trial.
The Crown opposes bail, ma'am. These are very serious charges.
Given that my client is a prison officer,
we feel that custody would be particularly inappropriate in this case.
Bail is set at £50,000.
May I have a brief word with my client?
By all means, Mr Davis.
Is there any way you can meet the terms?
Where am I going to get £50,000?
Unfortunately, my client is unable to meet the conditions set for bail.
In which case, Mrs Fenner, you will be placed on remand.
In view of the defendant's prior employment at,
and detailed knowledge of security procedures at Larkhall Prison,
allocation in this case will be made to Manor House Prison.
No, that's not fair. I want to go to Larkhall.
It's my prescribed allocation.
Mrs Fenner, please remain silent, or you will be held in contempt.
You can't send me to Manor House, it's miles away.
You may step down, Mrs Fenner.
Get ahold of Neil Grayling. Do it now.
Wait a minute.
Give me your hand.
Fine, but that means when I'm jumping out, you're coming with me.
From today, we are introducing the cellmate system.
Cell allocation will shortly be changing.
Those of you facing a long tariff can expect to be sharing with someone nearing parole,
or approved for release on tag.
Good behaviour is contagious.
There is, however, a fail-safe to this system.
If anyone fails to meet the expected standard,
not only will she be punished, but so will everyone else in her cell.
- JANINE: You can't do that! - It's an abuse of our human rights.
JANINE: Yeah, too right it is.
From next week,
association will be reduced by half.
In its place will be education for everyone.
Too many of you
can read and write your own name, but I suspect not much else.
An unacceptable number of you are illiterate.
Ignorant, ill-equipped to deal with life on the outside.
Believe me, ladies,
that's all about to change.
Right, that's all.
- Can I have a word about some of this, please? - Nothing to talk about.
Landing on people from a great height might work on a parade ground
but in here it can be counterproductive.
Oh, and that is the advice of a man who made such a success of this place?
I want every cell cleaned and ready for inspection at lock-up tonight.
I want all the enhanced cells stripped of their duvets, curtains and all personal decorations.
Yes, ma'am.
Sir, I think you might have missed a bit.
No, I haven't.
(PHONE RINGING)
Yes?
Okay, thank you.
Send them up.
Don't touch anyone, and keep your hands where I can see them.
- Is that clear? - No problem, sir.
Oh, Di.
- To send you here, of all places. - I wanted to come here.
They were going to send me to Manor House
but my lawyer managed to get through to Neil and he swung it for me.
I've got to be here, to clear my name.
Sorry, Sylv. Shall I do the search?
Oh, poppycock to that!
Just lift your arms up.
- Sorry. - It's okay.
I didn't do it. You know that, don't you?
I mean, I hated that bastard and I wanted him dead, but I didn't murder him.
Sylvia?
No, I've every confidence you'll convince them that you didn't.
Oh, you'd think they could have given you bail.
Neil.
Thank you.
I've arranged to have you put on segregation as a vulnerable prisoner.
No, I don't want to go on seg.
- You'll be safer there. - I'll look guilty there.
I want to go on G-Wing.
You shouldn't even have been sent here, Di.
I've stuck my neck out for you as it is.
You're a security risk. I can't guarantee your safety on the wing.
You don't have to.
- I can look after myself. - Fine.
Hold her on 15 minute obs, just like the rest.
So how are you feeling, Marky?
He's all right.
Well, I'm pleased you came to see me. It's very brave of you.
He's been looking forward to it, haven't you, mate?
Well, it's nicer in here than in that smelly old prison, eh,
where there's horrible germs everywhere.
So how's the chemo been going? He's not been feeling too ill, is he?
- No. - Hair all gone, is it?
Yeah, he's a bit sensitive about it.
- How old is he? - Four.
So your dad tells me you going to Euro Disney soon. That will be fun, eh?
- Yeah. - I wish I was coming with you.
I can see the family resemblance between you two now.
Are you older or younger, Clive?
- Younger. - By how much?
Couple of years.
I could have sworn on the visit forms you were down as being older.
No, I don't think so.
You want to watch that, mate.
We all know how touchy women can be about their age, eh?
You could make it a bit less obvious that you're avoiding me.
What do you want?
Just to talk.
Tonight's the last night we're going to spend together.
- In here. - Just leave it.
I never expected to feel like this. It was the last thing on my mind.
But it's happened.
And I'm glad.
Don't walk away from me.
Don't be a coward.
I've been banged up long enough to know, it doesn't work.
If we'd been together 10 years, I'd still be saying goodbye.
Fancy a drink later, Ju?
The day I've had, I could do with one or three.
Tell me about it. We could go to a club or something.
See if we can pull. I reckon we still got it, don't you?
- Which one, then? - Which one what?
Club.
I reckon LA's.
Steve Oscar's still on the door. I reckon he fancies you, we could get in free.
Oscar? Flipping heck, Ju. I haven't thought about him in years.
Sod it.
Let's make a proper old night of it.
We'll go shopping, get some new clobber. Come on.
- Ju, what are you on about? - Hurry up, shops will shut otherwise.
Oh, it's not late opening, is it?
Sweetheart.
- We ain't going nowhere. - Why not?
Don't you want to?
We're in prison.
Oh, yeah.
Bye, Mark sweetie.
- You take care, yeah? - Yeah, see you.
Oh, bless him.
Congratulations. That was quite a performance.
What are you talking about?
That kid was no more your nephew than I am.
Yes, he is.
Mark's not been himself.
He's been through a lot. It takes a lot for him to even leave the house.
He didn't even know who you were.
Who was the bloke? An ex of yours?
- You're incredible, you are. - Well, come on. It's only you and me now.
I won't tell.
I could have landed on that berk brother of yours like a ton of bricks.
But I don't want to spoil a nice day out, do I?
Not when you've been looking forward to it so much.
Good.
I'm starving. We've got a while till the car comes, haven't we?
So why don't you buy me some lunch?
(INMATES CHEERING)
Just ignore them.
The one brain cell most of them share is on the blink again.
Wait, look what we have here? Is that screw on the loose?
Have you come to see how the other half live, miss?
Don't worry, you will.
Oh, get out of the way.
Like a pair of stray cats that can't be trained not to piddle on the carpet, them two.
I can handle them.
I'd be surprised if they just sat there and said nothing.
There you go.
And if there's anything you want at all, you just come and get me.
- Never mind the 15 minute obs. - I'll be okay.
Most of them in here think I'm some kind of hero for killing him.
All except one, the one who did it.
I'll come and check on you in a bit.
Oh, Miss Barker, I'm so sorry.
- Thanks, Julie. - It's all my fault.
- What is? - You never killed Fenner.
I did.
- With an ice dagger. - You what?
I've already told them once but they didn't believe us.
But I'll keep telling them till they do.
- GUARD: Move it! - Inside.
Move it!
It's been a while since I've had any booze.
I've never been much of a drinker anyway. It always goes straight to my head.
- Does it really? - Want some?
No.
Oh, yeah, I forgot. You're on sentry duty, aren't you?
And I'm about to do a runner in a minute.
So, come on, then, tell me.
And be honest. Why be a screw?
I mean, why would anyone want to spend all that time in that shithole?
Unless you get off on it like Fenner did?
Maybe I just want to do my bit to serve society.
To protect the decent from the dangerous criminals.
- So I'm dangerous, am I? - You are if you're not handled the right way.
Interesting.
Fascinating.
So are we really going to get in that car without shagging?
What?
My way.
Aren't you going to take the cuffs off first?
Why spoil the moment?
Ta.
- Sylvia. - What is it?
I know who killed him. She just came up and told me.
Who?
Julie Johnston.
It was her. She stabbed him with an ice dagger.
She said she'd admit to it.
What?
- Look, I was surprised it was her but... - She's already confessed to it.
- What? - She's confessed with half of the flaming others.
She's having some sort of sick joke at your expense.
She meant it. She wasn't winding me up.
She was.
Look, I've no doubt we'll find out who did it in the end.
- But for now you just... - I want a phone pin. I've got to call my lawyer.
- Di... - Please, Sylvia.
I'm on remand, I know my rights.
All right.
Well, that was better than I expected.
So you were expecting it.
Oh, come on, uncuff me for a minute, will you? I need to go to the toilet.
No.
What?
Come on, I need to go.
Don't tell me you want to watch?
Please. Where am I going to go? You've already torn this place apart.
Thank you.
And don't take forever. The car will be here soon.
Oh. Are you going somewhere, Ju?
INMATE: What's she on?
2ND INMATE: She's gone mad.
3RD INMATE: If we're in here much longer we'll end up like that.
(INMATES LAUGHING)
Hey, girl. What are you going to do?
Piss off, sweetheart, if you know what's good for you.
What?
Punters round here don't do she-males.
She don't mean nothing by it, yeah? I will sort it out.
I'll bust your face first.
What about if I come and get her to say sorry later, yeah? How's that?
WOMAN: She lost it.
What in bloody hell you doing, Ju?
I'm just earning us some money, Ju.
Here, how'd you get on with that judge? Manage to lift his wallet?
- Yeah, of course I did. - Nice one, girl.
I reckon we've earned enough money for today, don't you?
Let's go home. Come on.
Here.
Well, you certainly know how to make a girl feel special.
Come on, stop messing around.
Oh, believe me, sir,
I am well finished with messing around.
I am one shag that you are not going to forget in a hurry.
Bitch!
(DOOR CLOSING)
That's her!
(CROWD AGREEING)
- Oh, excuse me. - I don't think so.
Are you Natalie Buxton, the convicted sex trafficker?
Can you tell us how come you've been let out of prison for the day?
Piss off!
- Get back. - Who are you?
Kevin Spiers, I'm an officer at Larkhall Prison.
This prisoner is on a compassionate licence out.
Compassionate license? So what compassion has she ever shown to anyone?
- I'm just doing my job. - You're no better than the criminals you lock up.
We're trying to make people like Natalie face up to their crimes.
- For their own relatives are victims, too. - Yeah, right!
Today was for the benefit of Natalie's family.
- Bollocks. - That's the way we have to look at it.
- That bitch treated these girls like animals. - Oh, piss off! What do you know?
You kept them locked up in shitholes for months, only letting them out to be raped.
- Go away. - You deserve to rot, Buxton.
Come on, move!
Oi, move!
- You scum! - You bitch!
(CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICKING)
Miss Barker is adamant that Julie Johnston confessed to killing Mr Fenner.
- And I can assure you she didn't. - I would like to take a statement from her.
Half the wing held their hands up to it. You'll be wasting your time.
I would still like to speak to her.
Now, are you going to help me or will I have to go to the Prison Governor?
You won't want to do that, believe me.
Okay, fine. Talk to her.
And I need Di to be there, too.
Well, that's hardly protocol, is it?
Interviewing the main witness with the defendant breathing in her face.
Oh, it won't be an interview as such.
Just an opportunity for Julie Johnston to repeat her confession in front of myself and my client.
You really are one stupid little bitch, aren't you?
I'm sorry if I hurt you.
You couldn't hurt me if you tried. You took me for an arsehole, which is even worse.
The thing about what happened before I tried to run away, did that not mean anything to you?
- No. - Well, how is it gonna make you look, then?
Admitting that you almost lost me, new boss wouldn't be too impressed with you, would she?
Are you just pissing me around or you actually trying to threaten me?
No, of course not.
Look, can't we be quits? Please.
Kevin, I like you. You've taught me my lesson now.
And you know anything you want you can have.
Please don't let me lose my appeal date.
If you want to make your life in here even halfway bearable,
you do what I tell you, when I tell you, and you don't ask any questions.
- Understand? - Of course.
Shit, Nat, you're back. How'd it go?
- Nice to have you back. - You can piss off.
Good day out, was it?
Yeah, go on, bitch. Enjoy it while you can.
Don't know what you're talking about.
Why don't you march your lezzer army down to my appeal court next week?
I'd be happy to have a word with them on my way out.
I can't wait to see the looks on their faces.
Well, well, well, look at this.
- You settling in? - You don't scare me, Buxton, so don't even bother.
I'll do more than scare you, screw.
So just be careful how you talk to me from now on.
Piss off, nonce.
- I will hurt you. - Buxton! Move away.
Di, your brief's here. He wants to see you and Julie Johnston together.
- Come on, Ju. - Hold up. What's he want to see you for, Ju?
- It's all right. I've got to get this off me chest. - What?
- So where do you think your tip-off came from? - Any number of places.
But I'm confident I managed to diffuse things by portraying the offender's family as victims, too.
Yeah, that was some quick thinking. You believe a word of it?
Yes, I'd say I do. Apart from anything else, it got me thinking.
And?
Encouraging offenders to face their victims
is shown to be a very useful tool in the rehabilitation process.
Restorative justice, yes it has.
Especially in cases where the prisoner is yet to fully confront what they did.
So, you think Buxton could benefit?
If, say, the people who tracked her down today
we're given time with her in a controlled environment,
it could benefit all sides.
It's just a thought.
So you used a shard of ice as a weapon?
Yeah, that's right. Couldn't get hold of a knife, could I?
So you would be prepared to admit on oath that you murdered him?
Yeah. He was evil.
Life's bad enough in here as it is, but he made it to Hell.
It's what he deserved and I ain't sorry.
And these other women who claim to have killed him?
They was only trying to protect me, because we stick together in here.
But I don't need no protecting.
You appreciate the full implications of what you're telling us, don't you?
- There's no going back. - I know. I don't want there to be.
It ain't right Miss Barker should get banged up for something she didn't do.
It's bad enough being stuck in here when you did do it.
So that's it. We'll tell the police and then I can go, can't I?
It depends on the CPS and whether they are prepared to accept Julie's statement
but I don't see why you should spend even one more night in here.
One last time.
Are you absolutely certain that that is what happened?
Why can't you bastards leave us alone, eh?
I'm sorry?
There's real criminals walking round these streets but you don't bother with them, do you?
You just pick on us lot.
It gets your clear-up rates up, doesn't it, you lazy assholes?
What are you talking about?
I know two girls who had their faces carved up by punters in the last month.
One of them was only 16. But you're not doing shit-all about that, are you?
You're not doing shit-all about it!
I did try to tell you. Don't put anything past this lot.
Going out of her way like that to kick you when you're down.
I don't know what it's all about. But it doesn't change anything.
She did it. She told me and she meant it.
You've got to help me, Sylv.
Tell them that there's no way I could have done it.
Say that I was with you or something, please.
Now, hang on a moment.
There's no way I can face being locked in a cell for the next 20 years.
I know too much about what it's like round here.
- I'll do anything. - Now, you just pull yourself together.
Pretend that this never happened.
And we'll wake up tomorrow and it'll be a new day.
Hope springs eternal, Di.
If you're innocent, you'll be proved as much.
What do you mean, if?
Well, when it all comes out, you know, about what really happened.
I'll see you later.
It's a scheme I've been looking to put into practice for some time now.
I've seen it produce amazing results.
We both felt that you'd be an ideal first candidate.
You've persistently refused to accept any responsibility for what you did.
So you want me to confess to something that I didn't do.
We'd like you to take a good look at yourself. This might be a way to help you do that.
- Are you willing to cooperate? - I didn't do anything.
And I'm not just saying that. I 'm telling the truth, which is why I'm appealing.
So you insist you had nothing whatsoever to do with the sex trafficking?
You couldn't have done any more to find out what was really happening?
I don't know.
Maybe if I hadn't been so blinded by my boyfriend, I might have noticed something.
And by so doing could have prevented some of the damage and suffering.
We hope that the group you encountered today
can furnish us with someone to help you explore this further.
It could even help the appeal to admit what hindsight has shown you.
Okay.
Okay, I'll do it.
I trust you, Mr Spiers.
I think that's a very sensible decision, Buxton.
I also think it's time to move you back up to the threes.
- Thank you, miss. - That's all, Buxton.
Well done, Spiers.
- Ma'am. - Right.
I want everyone outside their cells ready for inspection.
I trust they'll all be sparkling.
I didn't want this.
It's only one night. Have to make the best of it, won't we?
- You get in your bed and you stay there, all right? - So what?
Because we're in together, we're gonna jump on each other?
Bit ironic, though, isn't it? My last night and all that.
You heard what I said.
Believe it or not, I think I might be able to keep my hands off you.
I played a bit of a blinder, even if I do say so myself.
Yeah, you did well.
See? I told you I can be good when I wanna be.
So when you end up running this place, just remember who helped get you there.
I actually think that old lezzer might have a bit of a thing for you.
- Oh, really? - Definitely.
You'll do well with her in here.
I will if you keep up that good behaviour when you meet this victim.
And think about it like this. If you send her away happy
you'll head off those protestors pitching up camp outside,
which will help your appeal.
Win-win all the way, then, isn't it?
Very good. Let's see it's kept that way.
You may only have one night in together but let's see if something rubs off, shall we?
Kerrigan, can I have a word?
These friends of yours, and the victims of Paul Cribb.
Who says they're my friends?
If they were, you might pass it on, I can arrange it for one of them to go head-to-head with Buxton.
- What do you mean head-to-head? - She's agreed to a meeting.
It's all part of her new rehabilitation program.
So, you got a number?
How about I give them a call first thing in the morning?
Okay.
- What? - Nothing.
And there was me thinking it was the sight of me in my bra putting a smile on your face.
Oh, for God's sake.
What am I meant to do? Get undressed under a blanket or something?
- Good night. - Good night.
Bastards, all of them!
Oh, I really hate 'em! I bloody hate 'em!
Ju, sweetheart, keep it down, yeah?
Those police, lawyers, judges, they're all the same.
We're dirt to them.
And they hate us because we remind them what scum they really are!
Ju, you've got to stop it. You have to.
Else they're going to take you away. Will you get back into bed, please?
And the biggest bastard of the lot, Andy, father of my kids.
The one who was supposed to look after me!
It'll be better in the morning.
No, it won't! It'll be the shitting same as it ever was!
- Ju, please. Come on. - What's the matter with you?
- I thought you was my mate. - I am.
The bastard took my family away and you did nothing to stop it.
Well, you can shove it up your arse and all 'cause I wanna get me kids back.
I don't care what it takes.
- Oi, you bastards, let me out! Come on. - Ju, please.
- SYLVIA: Oh, for God's sake. - Come on.
(ALARM BLARING)
You awake?
Pat?
Yeah?
- Just calm down. - Get your hands off me, you bloody perv!
- Give over, you stupid girl. - Just listen to me.
- Don't just stand there, Ju, do something. - Well, he's trying to help you, mate.
What's all this in aid of? You trying to...
- What the bloody piece of hell is going on? - She's not well.
Piss off! This ain't got nothing to do with you.
Bollocks. You wanna see how far you can push me?
- I'll show you. - I said piss off!
KEVIN: All right, that's it. JOY: Get her out of here.
Ju! Ju! Ju!
Help me! Please, Ju! Ju, Ju! Help me, please.
Please.
You tell that bastard I'll find him! I'll find him! I'll get my kids back!
They won't stop me!
- Well, maybe I can help. - It's all right, we got it covered.
I don't think she's well. Perhaps we could send for the MO?
There's no need, it's nothing more than a bit of prison hijinks.
She's trying it on. It may sound ugly but it's all for the best.
What did you do with my kids, you bastard?
They need me, they need their mum. Do you hear me?
No, this is seriously out of character. She needs to be looked at.
This is my call now.
Believe me, a night on her own and a cold shower at five, she'll be tickety-boo.
Come on, you bastards, open up and let me out!
Are you all right?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Good morning.
I've never known anything like that. Never.
And I'll wait for you.
- I don't care how long. - Get real.
I am being real.
I know we haven't known each other long.
- I know that it's right. - Well, good for you.
You're talking about 15 years, maybe more.
You'll forget about this in 15 weeks, maybe less.
You know what?
I'm not even going to waste my breath talking about it.
It's going to happen and there's nothing we can do about it.
You'll find someone on the out. There's probably someone already there.
No, there's not. Only Dylan.
What about Dylan's dad?
- Brendan? - Yeah.
He's a crackhead. Waste-of-space loser.
Wish I'd never met him.
Except for I wouldn't have Dylan.
If Brendan's all you're worried about we're home and dry.
I've told you, we're going nowhere.
Only letting ourselves in for more shit if we think we are.
They'll be coming for you in a minute. You'd better get packing.
I can't believe you've come all this way to see me.
Look at you, how much you've grown.
Listen, I've been thinking,
we could go away the three of us, what do you think?
Right, Johnston, let's be having you.
I know things weren't so good before, Rhiannon, sweetheart,
but I'm gonna make it up to you now, promise.
Johnston, move it.
My name ain't Johnston. It's Dawson.
Sonya Dawson, you got the wrong person. Now piss off!
You've got five seconds to move yourself.
It's all right. Ignore her, stupid cow.
Basic rations until she's ready to drop the act.
Okay, you've got a special visit after breakfast. Don't let me down.
Don't worry, Mr Spiers. I know exactly what she needs to hear.
I've got a little job for you and your trolley.
I don't know why they have to make such a flaming book out of these things.
Can I just go back inside for a few minutes?
I didn't get a chance to say goodbye to anyone.
Heaven help us.
You'd think you're on your way in, not out. No, you can't.
- Please? - No, and that's enough.
Okay, could you do us a favour?
- Can you tell Pat Kerrigan to send me a VO? - Tell her yourself.
You know how to write, don't you?
If I send her a letter, she might not open it.
Look, if she's interested in whatever you've got to say,
she'll write back to you, won't she?
You'll know soon enough if she's not.
Now, let's try and get through some of this flipping paperwork before lunch.
If you'd like to sit down here, please.
This is Natalie Buxton. Natalie, Iga Lukasiak.
Hi, Iga. It's nice to meet you.
Iga came to this country a little over 10 years ago.
She was approached back home by businessmen who offered her a job in the tourist industry.
When she got here, she ended up being forced into prostitution.
- That's awful. - It was.
I was a young girl, alone. I never left home before.
I spoke no English, I was terrified.
I can't imagine how hard that was for you.
Iga left home with the intention of sending money back home to her family.
I was too ashamed to tell them the truth about what had happened to me.
All I could do was keep sending money.
The only place she knew she could get money from was a pimp.
Like you.
No, I'm not a pimp.
Look, please, Iga, you must believe me.
I didn't even know what I was getting myself involved in.
I don't understand.
I thought she had accepted her guilt and was sorry for what she did.
So did I. This isn't helping you.
With all due respect, Mr Spiers,
I agreed to come here and listen. And Iga, I'm sincerely glad that I did.
But I'm not going to start holding my hands up to something I didn't do.
- I want to speak to her alone. - Can't, sorry. It's...
Please, just a few minutes. You can wait by the door. If I need you, I'll call.
I need to hear her speak the truth. She won't do that with you here.
I think it's a good idea. I think we do need to have a talk.
I think there's probably one or two things I need to explain.
Make sure you do.
And no nonsense, all right?
Of course not.
You knew what was really happening with this language school. You are lying.
Is that right?
You don't know anything about me.
And you sure as shit don't know anything about the school.
I've learnt about it.
You take 20, 25 students each time from Poland, Czech Republic, Hungary, Romania.
And some of them can't even read and write in their own languages.
And you bring them here to learn English?
That's right.
How many lecturers did you employ?
How many of their names can you tell me?
I checked out the official records.
There were no names.
Because you did not teach anything. Only fear and misery.
You make me want to puke.
Do you know what makes me sick to my stomach, you little bitch?
Is whingeing gippos like you coming over from whatever shit-pit country that you live in.
You're as thick as shit, you're lazy, you smell bad.
And really, you're only good for one thing.
Now, I paid you, I fed you,
I put a roof over your head, which is more than half of you deserve,
and all you do is constantly whinge.
Not one of those little bitches ever thanked me for giving them a job.
Too busy feeling sorry for themselves.
Now, as far as I'm concerned, if you're too weak and pathetic
that you can only make money by getting shagged,
then you're gonna get what you deserve.
It's just survival of the fittest.
But we are only young girls.
I really couldn't give a shit, sweetheart.
They waste their time here if they think they can save you.
You're evil. You'll never change.
Everything all right?
I cannot stand to breathe the same air as her anymore.
Sir, I tried talking to her but she just won't listen to me.
She's got me down as evil, so what am I supposed to do?
Take Buxton to the wing, will you?
I'm not gonna stand a chance on the outside with people like her, no.
Just leave me.
- Are you okay? - Yeah, I'm fine. I just want to go.
Come on.
I would ask that I'm given immediate access to Julie Johnston
to have a specialist ascertain whether or not she's in a fit state to give evidence.
Well, obviously, I'd be happy to help vindicate one of our former officers, Mr Davis,
but I fear you'd be wasting your time.
What, you think Johnston's doing this whole thing as a wind-up?
It's my job to incarcerate criminals, not explore their minds.
May I use your phone?
You don't know how sorry I am about the way things have turned out.
What sort of a mum have I ever been?
I missed everything.
I didn't even know where you lived.
Once I wrote a letter from you to me.
I got one of the other girls to write the envelope
so her handwriting would make me believe it was really from you.
It was all about the things I thought you'd be doing.
I know I can't get all them years back.
But it's gonna be different from now on, I swear.
And guess what?
They're letting me out of here soon. They're letting me leave here.
I heard them talking.
So we are gonna be a proper family again.
And it is going to be so, so brilliant.
Di, your brief's here again. He's with the number one.
God, at last.
So, how did it go with your visitor? Were you forgiven?
Got to admit, I'm surprised you went through with it.
It can't be easy for a nonce to face up to what she's done.
I told her to shove it up her arse. And you can do exactly the same.
And for the last time, Kerrigan,
I'm not a nonce and I'm gonna prove it.
Just watch this space, yeah?
Oh, yeah, your appeal. I almost forgot.
Bit of quiet please, everyone.
Something I think you'll be very interested to hear.
KEVIN: This is Natalie Buxton. Natalie, Iga Lukasiak.
NATALIE: Hi, Iga. It's nice to meet you.
And your children said they were happy to go with you?
I don't really wanna say.
And why is that?
In case their dad finds out.
He'll only try and take them away from me again and I couldn't take it.
Please don't say anything, please...
Don't worry, I won't.
Julie, do you know what happened to Wing Governor Fenner?
Yeah.
I know the name... I definitely know the name.
No, I just can't think.
You have no recollection at all?
He was murdered.
Poor sod.
Look, is this gonna be much longer?
Only I told the kids I'd be back and I don't want them worrying.
NATALIE: Not one of those little bitches ever thanked me for giving them a job.
Too busy feeling sorry for themselves.
Now, as far as I'm concerned, if you're too weak and pathetic
that you can only make money by getting shagged,
then you're gonna get what you deserve.
It's just survival of the fittest.
IGA: But we are only young girls.
NATALIE: I really couldn't give a shit, sweetheart.
You evil nonce bitch!
(INMATES CLAMOURING)
I believed you, everything you said.
But you, you're the scum of the earth.
I think that you can kiss your appeal goodbye, don't you?
Nonce! Nonce! Nonce!
- Nonce! - Shut it!
Nonce! Nonce! Nonce!
SYLVIA: Quiet!
You bastard.
That Kerrigan bitch is gonna beg me to let her die by the time I finish with her.
That's...
- That's a dangerous way of thinking. - You can piss off.
Because there is nothing you can do about it.
You're gonna need every friend you can get in here from now.
If you're as clever as you think you are,
you'll do whatever you have to to keep me on side.
She's sick, a potential danger to herself.
So any claims or confessions she has made over the last couple of days
should be ignored?
All I can say right now is that she isn't fit to make a statement.
Will you listen to me?
Even if she is mad, she still did it.
Maybe that's what made her bloody mad.
I know Julie Johnston better then any of you and she was not lying.
That's enough.
I'm recommending an immediate referral.
With the right medication, this illness can be managed.
I'm sorry.
Where is she? Where's Ju? What's going on?
She's got some gullible shrink to believe her loopy-loo act.
A shrink? What are you talking about?
- What are they doing to her? - Carting her off to hospital.
- That's what she wants, isn't it? - They can't.
- They can't just take her away from me like that. - Well, they are.
Oh, I gotta see her. Please, miss, tell them, yeah? I'll die here by meself.
Do you think I give a shit about you? You're here because you deserve to be.
I'm going to be here for God knows how long for something I didn't do.
Please, miss, they've taken Ju away. I've gotta see her. Take us down there, will you?
- Please, miss, please. - It'll be too late now.
- I'm begging you, miss. - Get a grip.
Julie.
- It's okay. I'll take you to see her. - Oh, thank you, sir.
Did you miss Mum? Did you miss me? I missed you.
I can't thank you enough for everything you've done.
Told you he'd remember you.
Thanks for letting me stay.
Hi. It's me.
A few hours ago.
Fine.
Can you fetch my stuff over?
Ju! Ju! You ain't going nowhere, mate.
They can't take you away from me.
You tell them, yeah, that you wanna stay. They can't let you go.
- Come on. - Ju.
Ju, please.
Tell them.
Stay away from me, you shitty, evil little bitch.
I bloody hate you! I hate you, you cow! I bloody hate you, you bitch! You filthy bitch!
- I bloody hate you! - Ju.
He looks like me, doesn't he?
I wanna be a proper dad to him, you know what I mean?
- Yeah, right. - I mean it, babe.
Come here. Let me have a look at you.
You're looking pretty fine, you know.
Forget it, Brendan.
Thanks for bringing the stuff over.
You still on the smack?
I kicked that shit a long time ago.
Bollocks.
Do us a favour.
- I need a stash hole. - No way.
- Two weeks tops, I swear it. - I'm not having drugs anywhere near Dylan.
I've been skimming off my dealer.
He's after me big time, I don't wanna walk around with any more than my persy.
You're saying you don't care what happens to me, Sheena?
'Cause I thought we promised to always to look out for each other.
Look...
I've met someone else.
Who is he?
It's not a he.
I met her inside.
Okay.
That's no problem.
Sorry for laying this shit on you.
I'll do right by Dylan.
Have you got a light?
I think there's some matches in the kitchen. Wait here.
Thanks.
All right if I can come around again? I mean, when I've got myself sorted.
Bye, then.
Thanks, yeah?
(POLICE RADIO CHATTERING)
What is it?
What's that?
I'm sorry, Sheena. I'm a registered child minder.
People trust me to look after their children.
It's not mine.
- I've never seen it before. - I'm sorry.
Please.
NATALIE: Oi, Kerrigan!
I'm gonna find out where your girlfriend lives.
Can you hear me?
I'm gonna have her tracked down and there is nothing you can do about it.
Can you hear me, bitch?
DARLENE: Shut up with that big nonce mouth!
JANINE: Yeah, shut it, you paedo.
What's going on?
(SOBBING)
I hate you, Jim Fenner.
You're an evil bastard.
Are you enjoying this?
Fenner!