Bad Girls (1999) s05e07 Episode Script

- Snowball, no! - Ritch! (Gunshot) Lots of women get pregnant this way.
All you have to do is collect the raw materials.
l've got to see Ritchie.
Tell him how sorry l am.
You know, this place would be perfect for a still.
Jesus! l tell you, this privatisation ain't a good idea.
We've got to do something.
l've got an idea.
lf you're all with me.
- Pimms? - l don't mind if l do.
Just please say you'll come.
l've got to see you one last time.
Do you hear me? One last time.
You've got a new neighbour, Colin.
- Who? - Myself.
Just moved in to the POs' palace.
- Great! - Right next door, apparently.
Wallpaper has to go, though.
How's your pasting arm? - OK, morning.
- (Fenner) Morning.
(Karen) Top of the agenda is the Kids On Wheels presentation.
We expect Christopher Biggins soon.
Thought we were getting a celebrity! lt's a press event so security's at a premium.
While the public sector still runs this prison, let's show Linford Securities how it's done.
- Hear, hear.
- (Woman) Too right.
Word is, when Bostock takes over, you're leaving.
Only some of us were wondering.
We're not there yet, Di.
No, but if you are stepping down it's only right we should know.
l thought l'd made my feelings clear.
But prisons for profit isn't a banner l'm happy to wave.
You are leaving, then? l'd like to think l've still got some principles.
Though l'm sure there are those of us who will fit right in.
Oswyn and Tull are being moved to Barkwith Hall Open today.
- What? - Their good work's paid off.
Goodwill, pigswill.
They're a couple of old con women.
They've hardly chipped a hole in their sentence.
Colin, you will escort Merriman on a closed visit at 12.
- Yeah? Who with? - Ritchie Atkins.
Special dispensation from the number one.
l don't make the rules! (Muttering) You could nip in after Merriman.
Get a ride in his wheelchair.
Well - lf l haven't a hot offer for you two! - Oh? But it won't stay on the table for long.
How do you fancy being transferred to an open? An open what? Barkwith Open.
lt's a prison, but without bars.
There's fresh air, green fields, working farm.
Day trips into the local town.
You meanleave here? l'll have to have a word, but l think l can pull it off for you.
Well, it's a very generous offer.
Not really.
lt'll cost you my thousand pounds to secure.
Have it biked over to me this afternoon in cash and l'll have you out by tea time.
But Mrs Hollamby.
We explained.
- We are as broke as you.
- Duped by our own bank.
There's nothing left.
No one with an ounce of money sense would put all of it in one place.
You can stay here with the scrubbers or you can upgrade to Her Majesty's health farm.
lt's up to you.
You've got till lunch time.
Sod the stinking countryside.
All dead things and bad smells.
Who in their right mind would swap a bar for a barnyard? See, if l was using, they'd be as steady as a rock.
These past couple of weeks, knowing you rumbled me, it's been a bit of a wake-up call.
Made me take a look at myself.
lt's what l live for, turning screws' lives around.
l've been kidding myself so long.
Everyone l know.
But you can't kid a kidder, right? l even got myself to an NA meeting last night.
Nearly made it through the door and all.
You want a sob story, ask any girl in here.
l know l've been a bastard, Yvonne, but l ain't all that bad.
l thought that came with the job description.
l'm saying there might be ways we can help each other.
Make life sweeter for both of us.
l want youto trust me, Yvonne.
No.
You want me to keep my gob shut.
l'll prove it.
l happen to know your son's coming in today.
A closed visit with Merriman.
l don't need to tell you that, but l see what he means to you.
l thought you'd rather hear it from me in case some gob gave Everything all right? Yeahfine.
So keep the noise down, yeah? Hope l didn't interrupt anything there.
Piss off, Fenner.
Go on, get down to breakfast before it gets cold.
- (Thud) - (Yvonne) Oi! Merriman.
You kept that quiet, didn't ya? Your little visit.
Over my dead body.
You don't understand.
l'm gonna tell him we're finished.
This is the last time l'm ever gonna see him.
- This is a wind-up.
- lt's you he needs now, not me.
l need to see him one last time to say goodbye.
(Snowball) You've gotta believe me, Yvonne! - Good morning! - lD, please.
(Chuckles) Oh, come on! l see.
Biggins, Christopher.
OK? Oh, right, yeah.
The presentation.
l'm sorry, Mr Biggins, but we got procedures.
- Can l have your bag, please? - There's no need.
There is if you want to go any further.
Look Wallet, mobile What were you expecting, grappling irons? For God's sake, l've been invited by the governor! The same governor will have my backside if l don't do my job.
Sothe bag, please.
Nerves carry messages, see? From your brain.
lt's what makes everything move.
Only with Lennox, they're not as quick.
lt's why his arms and legs get confused, innit? (Bored) Fascinating But cos we fixed a motor, he can get about however bad he gets.
Cos he don't have to push himself.
l know you hate her, but l thought she was the key to getting Ritchie back on his feet.
Did l say that? Just shows you how stupid l can be.
Right, listen up.
You lot? We all know what we gotta do this morning.
But you take your lead from me.
(Babs) Are you sure this is the right way? These things can spiral out of control.
Not with me in charge.
lt's our only chance, Babs.
They won't listen to us otherwise.
Here, who is this Biggles bloke? Do l know him? By the end of the day, he'll definitely know who we are.
(Laughter) What's Atkins and her coven cooking up now? She goes to the bog, you read into it.
When you've been here as long as l have, you read the signs.
Or are you saying l don't know my job? - Course not.
- Good.
Cos during this presentation, you're going up on the threes to give her cell a spin.
Think you might find something this time.
(Knock at door) Please, come in.
Mr Grayling, our governor.
This is Mr Biggins.
Christopher, please.
l take it you found us all right? Twice round the ring road, a light roasting on the gate.
What next, a strip search? l know it seems strange to civilians, but every visitor must undergo routine checks.
A little Hitler confiscated the entire contents of my bag.
What did he think l was going to do with a packet of Rennies? We'll try to make the rest of your time here less intrusive.
Can l just say how thrilled we are, staff and inmates alike, that you've taken time out from your busy schedule.
lt's part curiosity, seeing inside a women's prison.
Within These Walls.
Huge Googie Withers fan.
Well, the women were glad they could help.
So many children need our help.
Thousands every year.
But if Kids On Wheels UK can just get one up and mobile Well, ''Every single chair shows how much we care.
'' Hey, after today, me and Lennox is gonna be famous, miss.
Better get my autograph now, innit? You'll feel the back of my hand if you don't form a line.
All of you! Come on, come on! Move it! Oh, what's it to be, girls? Premiere or photo shoot? We want to look our best for the papers, miss.
Always wanted to have the paparazzi after me.
Oh, Ju, lovely.
Right there.
Gotcha.
(Clicks) Nice! lt's more likely to be grubby newspaper than glossy Ooh! - You all right, miss? - You've gone green.
You sure you're not sickening? Actually, l've never felt better.
Not in my entire life.
When Mr Biggins makes his speech, l suggest any jokers in the pack keep their comments to themselves.
He's not gonna bang on for hours, is he? He'll ''bang on'' as long as he likes, Blood, and you'll stand there, smile sweetly, and listen.
Clock's ticking.
l take it you've thought about it.
Long and hard, Mrs Hollamby.
Yes, but it wasn't a hard decision in the end.
Anyone in his right mind could see that.
Which is why we've decided to stay put.
At Larkhall.
- What? - l never was very good at change.
Anyway, we've settled in now.
l had enough upping sticks hither and thither as an army brat.
Besides, there's all the new friends we've made.
lt takes time to get to know people as well as, say, we know you.
lt would be a shame to throw all that away now.
Muddy fields and cow dung, quite frankly, give me the creeps.
Concrete over the bloody lot, that's what l say.
l swear, ten miles outside the M25, l start shaking.
At least l'll have that thought to keep me warm at night.
Kids On Wheels UK want to say a very special thank you to all the women who put so much time and effort into making this wonderful machine for young Winston.
Lennox! That's his real name, innit? When l spoke to the care home yesterday, they emphasised to me just how excited the little boy in question is.
Receiving a customised chair, especially one as marvellous as this, why, it's like Christmasses and birthdays all rolled into one.
lt will warm the cockles of all our hearts to know that in a couple of hours, he'll be racing around like a demented Damon Hill.
You'll tell him it was his mum's idea, yeah? And l done it cos l love him.
That's enough, Lester! Maybe a good moment for a piccie or two? Could all those involved please make your way forward? Let's see.
Just stand over here for me You must be the kid's mum.
Buki Lester.
Been separated from your son long, Buki? Only all his life.
Must be hard, on top of being locked in here.
Kills me a bit every day.
So l came up with this.
The care home won't let me see him.
You don't just stop loving your own flesh, do you? Thank you, Buki.
lf you're looking for names You two! These are the faces behind the scenes.
Two newcomers to our fold, but they've made their mark.
And for all their hard work and community spirit, l'm delighted to announce that Phyllida Oswyn and Beverley Tull are being granted a transfer to Barkwith Hall Open Prison this afternoon! (Applause) That's so kind of you, Mr Grayling, but we're happy here.
Just knowing we've helped that poor crippled child is all the thanks we need.
Which is exactly the kind of selflessness we like to reward at Larkhall.
Say cheese.
This way, ladies, please! Honestly, Mr Grayling, we have settled in here.
You'll thank me when you get there.
Di, escort the ladies back to their room.
Better get packing! - Come on, girls! - Miss Barker.
What about our work in the greenhouse? Could we take a couple of cuttings, say, one pot each? Oh, please.
They're like our babies, you see.
Oh, go on, then, but be quick.
This is how to work the press machine.
lnmate initiative, charity linked - story writes itself.
l'm very impressed, Neil.
What's more, our investors will be.
Can we just drop the name Linford Security to a couple of broadsheets? (Cell door slams) (Flushes) One for the road? Oh, a quick one.
l do hope Hollamby doesn't come to say goodbye.
l might have to just spit in her smug, ugly mug.
Well, just remember who conned whom out of a thousand smackers and look forward to plucking our next golden goose.
Same again? Oh, go on.
Twist my arm.
Ritchie! (Yvonne) Ritchie! Shut it, Atkins.
This isn't your party.
Got me? lt's not yours either, mate.
l can promise you that.
You should be very proud of yourself, Buki.
l'm sure that your son will be delighted.
Chris, check the lights out, man.
They flash and everything.
Speedy.
lt's fantastic! (Neil) lt's time for residents to go back for their lunch so can l just say thank you to the press for their interest, to Linford Securities' management team who didn't need to come today but continue to show their and last, but by no means least, to the man from Kids On Wheels UK, Mr Christopher This way, girls! Mind the bump! Aagh! Come back now! Right, everyone.
Back inside.
Move it! (Neil) Our officers will show everyone back inside.
lt's just a silly prank.
Right, everyone, inside.
Come on, move it.
What are you doing? Oh, God.
Let's get this under control fast.
Christopher, we're so sorry about this.
But no harm will come to you.
What about Lennox? You said you wouldn't mess it up.
Fat ponce has scratched the paint.
Listen, ladies Christopher is here as our guest.
Bit of respect, yeah? We've got a few complaints about the changes they wanna make around here.
(Ladies) Yeah, right.
We can't exactly lobby the local council or have a one-to-one with our MP.
So you're the best way of us getting heard.
Whatever points you're making, can you please do it quickly? l need the bathroom.
Well, that sort of depends on them out there.
Tell you what, Chris, we'll turn our backs.
Oh, my God.
Thanks.
l'll let G Wing know you're here.
Won't be long now.
Romeo 2 to Golf 2.
Jim, l've got Ritchie Atkins here.
l'll send them down as soon as.
Ritchie Atkins has arrived, so when you're ready andwhen you've finished with the son Atkins's cell spin.
l take it you got lucky? - No, not this time.
- That's funny.
l'm not fitting her up for this, Fenner.
There was nothing there, OK? You know there was.
Cos l made bloody sure of it.
Either you're not doing your job or you two have something going.
(Sylvia) You're needed outside! They've only taken Christopher Biggins flaming hostage.
Go and help Sylvia put the women on lockdown.
And Hedgesl'm on to you.
(Cell doors banging) Why are we banged up in here, miss? We ain't done nothing wrong.
lt ain't fair.
What's going on? Shut up, you stupid cows! Don't do this, not now! What the hell are they up to? Might be a bit radical, butwhy don't you ask them? (Journalist) Nice move.
All right, Atkins.
You have ten seconds to explain yourselves.
l wanna know what this is all about.
We might be locked up, Grayling, but we're not idiots.
Privatising this place will make our lives a whole lot worse.
And we don't want it.
And we don't want that pillock as our governor.
(Various women) We don't want it! Get the press out of here.
What, and make martyrs of them? This is our chance to show how we handle troublemakers.
We deal with this right, we get public opinion on our side.
lt's not your decision yet.
No, Karen, it's mine.
Eric's right, we've nothing to hide.
Don't just stand there, show some muscle.
(Camera shutters whirring) You'll get nowhere keeping a member of the public hostage.
Let Mr Biggins walk free, and then maybe we can talk.
You'll have to do better than that, Grayling.
We're not messing about in here.
Bottom line is, nobody moves until Linford Securities drop their bid.
(Ladies) Yeah! (Camera shutters whirring) Radio all wings.
l want everyone on riot alert.
- Already? - Necessary precautions, Karen.
The last thing l intend is to storm in.
They don't know that! Karen Betts, voice of the people.
Shouldn't you be in there with them? Coming to you, babe.
(Keys jangling in lock) What's going on? l heard all the screaming and shouting.
There's a bit of a crisis.
You are still taking me on me visit? l'll do what l can, but you have to bear with me.
You can't leave me like this.
What's going down out there, l should be stopping all visits.
You don't understand.
He's weak, in pain, he's come from his hospital bed.
Please! lt'll only take a few minutes.
l've got to see him! l'm putting myself on the line here, Merriman.
(Yvonne) Don't overdo it, eh, Al? So are you a proper actor then? Mr Biggins played a wonderful Nero in l, Claudius.
My first husband and l were riveted to it.
Flattered.
Thank you.
Porridge! That's it! You were Lukewarm.
l knew it, Ju.
So it in't your first time in a nick! Not a real one, of course! lf we're stuck here for hours, you're our entertainment.
Yeah, go on, Mr Biggins! That'd be great! What are you gonna do? l-lt's not easy l mean, what do you want? Shakespeare? Dylan Thomas? Anything.
We're not fussy.
Just get on and act, right? - Keep up, Merriman.
- Sir.
(Camera shutters whirring) l haven't been feeling well all day.
Perhaps if l go home? Wife of the governor slips away, first sign of trouble? You shouldn't have come in.
- Are we doing this or what? - Let's not jump the gun.
The longer we leave him, the bigger the risk.
Jim's right.
Giving them time's playing into their hands.
Let alone the time and money wasted.
How quickly can you get a list of early release dates? Couple of minutes.
Then we'll have this done in ten.
l'm on my way, guv.
''All the world's a stage, ''and all the men and women merely players; ''They have their exits and their entrances, ''and one man in his time plays many parts, ''his acts being seven ages.
'' - This is pish! - Shh! ''At first the infant, mewling and puking in his nurse's arms.
'' - No wonder we haven't heard of him.
- l'm doing my best! - What do you want, prossie jokes? - Prossie jokes? - Excuse me? - Punters is the only jokes we know.
Sorry.
Er, no offence intended.
Well, l was enjoying your Jaques.
Thank you, Barbara.
- Cop a load of that.
- What the hell? Cor, l knew them old girls was up to something.
What's that? Bloody hell! There's a bleedin' booze factory here! You're kidding! Well, we can't complain about the porter service this time.
And our own chauffeur-driven carriage awaits.
(Laughter) - Everyone - Where's your manners, Al? Fill our guest up first.
- Down the hatch.
- Come on, man! (Coughs violently) - Actually, it's not half bad.
- (Whooping and laughter) They've got booze in there.
How the hell did that happen? l have no idea.
Get them out fast before it turns into a bloody disaster.
Go get your phone, tell the news desk we got a front page.
Sir.
There was a young woman from Arabia who had a tattoo on (Neil) Anyone refusing to leave in the next ten minutes will be denied all applications to the parole board.
This is a serious offence.
There will be serious consequences.
Oh, sod that! Let's head for the bunker! Come on! Bring the hooch! Now what are they bloody? (Laughter) Two of you stay here.
Everybody else, round the back! Get that trolley! (Laughter) This stops now or you can all forget your parole.
- Cock off! - (Laughter) Neil, a word.
Still holding off on the storm troopers? Why not slip into your red cape and tights? Show Bostock and the boys what you're made of.
There's no need for strong-arm tactics.
Knock the fight out of them, then pick them off one by one.
You've got 15 minutes, max.
Oh, God.
Look at you.
Snowball Got everything with you, babe? Just seeing you again.
Together forever now, right? What you got there, Merriman? Nothing, sir.
Just tissue.
l've got a cold.
Come on, doll.
l need you with me.
Buki Lester, listen very carefully.
Lester, you're due for early release in six months' time.
Step out now, or you will serve the remaining 18 months of your sentence.
Surely he can't do this? Who does he think he is? Judge and jury in here, mate.
He can do what he likes.
- Don't even think about it.
- What about Lennox? Anyone who wants to get out can.
l won't keep mums away from their babies cos the screws play dirty.
Buki Lester, this is your final chance.
You've got to, innit? (Sighs) Yeah, well, l ain't.
Not if you lot are staying.
But we ain't got nothing to lose.
You'll be doing your time half over again.
We're all in this, innit? l ain't letting you down.
You've done your bit, Buki.
Don't be a bleedin' hero.
- Girls? - Come on, Ju.
Come on, out you go.
(Yvonne) The rest of you, weigh up your own odds.
That's very thoughtful.
Contrary to popular opinion, we don't spend all day scratching each other's eyes out.
She's devoted to that child.
He's the reason she kicked her crack habit and stopped cutting herself to ribbons.
Cutting herself? lt's hard to imagine that depth of despair, when your only sense of self-worth comes from cutting your skin.
(Neil) Barbara Hunt.
l love you forever, babes.
l'm coming, darling.
(Retches and coughs) Can't wait, sweetheart.
No, Ritchie, wait.
Wait! Hey! Don't do this.
Spit them out! Spit them out! (Neil) Barbara Hunt.
You've 30 seconds to step outside and give yourself up or you lose all right to your early release date.
You don't have to do this for us, Babs.
You can't wait to be with Henry.
We're standing up for what's right.
- lsn't that what Jesus did? - And look what happened to him! Henry would be with us if he could.
lf he loves me as much as he says he does Barbara Hunt you've lost the right to apply for conditional licence and will now serve the remaining Wellit'll give me a chance to keep an eye on old Bodybag.
(Both) We'll look after you, Babs.
(Biggins) l think it's barbaric.
Bunch of jackbooted shits.
(Snowball) No, let me go! He's waiting for me! Get an ambulance, for Christ's sake! Get her to the hospital wing! - Got her.
- Shit! Well, l must say, and l must say again, you're all being tremendously brave.
But don't you think you'll make things worse? (Yvonne) lt's this or let them walk all over us.
- Yeah, right.
- They won't back down now.
Not in front of the press.
(Biggins) You've no food, water.
Who needs water? l'm saying, if it's a waiting game you're thinking of playing, l'm afraid they hold all the trump cards.
Except one.
You.
lf we give up, what have we achieved? Apart from serving our full sentences? You've made a stink in public.
lt'll make the papers.
Walk out now and you can hold your heads high.
There are other ways of getting heard.
You can't be the only ones against this privatisation.
Most of the screws think it's shit and all.
There you are.
You can't take it all on your shoulders.
All women refusing to leave the workshop in five minutes will forfeit all privileges and remain on basic regime for the remainder of their sentence.
Shit, man.
- What, and lose our jobs? - My education.
Pile the pressure on any more, this thing will explode.
We've got most of them out.
Except the bloody hostage! - (Man) Guv? - Mm? - Bog off! - (Yvonne) Like Christopher says, we wanted to make a point and we've made it.
l say we walk.
- (Al) Bollocks.
- Let's get in there.
l'll tell you when.
You want to go back to your warm cosy cell, do you? We do what most of us want to do.
- That's how it works.
- This is how it works.
Any of you take a step closer to that door, l cut him.
Nobody leaves here unless l say so.
Everybody back off.
Slowly.
(Mobile rings) Yes? Colin, what is it? Come any nearer and l'll stick him like a pig.
l ain't moving.
You see me moving? Who made you head effing honcho anyway, Atkins? Why, you reckon you've got more of what it takes, Al? l'm showing you who's boss now, eh? Respect where it's due, Al.
But you should learn to zip up your flies.
l'm sorry.
- Are you all right? - Just catching my breath.
l'm sorry.
- That wasn't meant to happen.
- Always one bad apple.
- She's the maggot, innit? - She always was.
- Come on! - No! No one's stopping you now.
Go! Get your priorities right, Fenner.
What about that bitch? You're my number one priority, Atkins.
Always have been.
Take her down the block! - Mr Biggins, you're not hurt? - Still in one piece, l think.
Colin! - How? - l lt was a bloody closed visit.
He was searched at the gate.
She was on CC.
- l don't know.
- No! Not good enough.
Maybe he swallowed his pills before he got here.
But she had enough stashed on her to kill a horse! How the hell did she get them past you? When it kicked off outside.
Did you search her before escorting her down? Oh, shit.
l got to her before she managed it though.
Fine.
l'm sure her mum will be made up.
What am l gonna tell Yvonne? What went on in there? Were you in fear of your life? Mr Biggins won't answer questions.
No, please.
l want to.
- (Camera shutters whirr) - Yes is the answer.
l thought l was being hijacked by dangerous criminals.
l found that most were ordinary women who'd never had a chance.
l apologise to my hosts for not toeing the party line.
There's only one person l've met today who makes a business of taking lives.
You, sir.
(PO) Come here! Come on! - Come on! - Will you stay still? - (Mouths) - Come on! Move it! God, it must be 100 per cent proof! - (Sniffs) - This was their game all along! They don't call themselves the Costa Cons for nothing.
Jesus! That's not the worst of it.
They've got Christopher Biggins on side.
We'll be having his celebrity pals getting on the bandwagon.
lt'll take more than a venture capitalist to bail us out.
Yvonne! Who got hurt? What is this? What have you done? Ritchie? Ritchie? (Sobs) Ritchie! Well, you've certainly got your work cut out.
Not me, Neil.
- We're withdrawing our bid.
- What? Linford Securities are a business.
There's no way l can convince the board to take on Larkhall now.
My insurer's been on the phone.
lt's like a bloody war zone, man.
And it's all yours.
What, so that's it? He's the one insisted the press stay.
Jesus! A suicide, a riot a hostage-taking We really sold the place.
What about the rest of us? Our jobs? Can you see a bunch of new recruits lining up now? Area will be breathing down my neck every second of every day.
Bang goes my holiday.
What's this, a surprise? A fortnight in Sitges.
l love Spain.
With Tony.
You're going on holiday with your boyfriend? Was.
l'll have to postpone it.
Till when? lf you go on holiday with that man, l will spread your dirty secret like muck off a slurry truck.
Good! You'll be doing me a favour cos you know what, Di? l am really past caring.
Oh! So that's what you want, is it? People laughing at ya? Making fun? Cos l am telling you, Neil, having ''queer'' scratched on your desk won't be the half of it! You! This is you? l only did it cos l love you.
See that? You wrote it, but can you read it? You know what it really says? l am not yours to have! That's what! So spread your little rumour because as far as l'm concerned, it's time this charade was over! - l can't! - OK, then l'll do it for you.
A coming-out party on the wing.
They won't believe ya! Not if l give them my announcement first! What announcement? l'm pregnant! And it's yours.
Celebrating? So you finally got what you wanted.
- With help from your friends.
- Shut it, Jim.
You, Atkins, all girls together.
The sodding sisterhood.
l said, shut it.
Atkins has more to worry about than your big plans.
Ritchie OD'd in the visiting room this afternoon.
Almost lost Merriman as well.
Some crazy suicide pact.
SoMerriman finally finished him off.
But not herself.
(Sniffs) Trust a woman to botch it.
And a bloke to let them pull it off under his nose.
Hedges.
Col's done him a favour.
Better off out of it.
No legs and a dodgy middle stump.
Tell that to Yvonne, you sick bastard! Bereavement counselling's your department, love.
(Sighs) You, er, sure you couldn't do with some yourself? Maybe not.
You and him hardly Romeo and Juliet, was it? We tried to l'm so sorry.
(Julies) We're all here for you, babe! (Barbara) l'll say a special prayer for Ritchie.
(Denny) Love you, Yvonne.
You stay strong, yeah? (TV) 'There was a nice surprise today for one boy 'when TV star Christopher Biggins 'visited Ashford Wood children's home, 'presenting a young CMT sufferer 'with his very own customised wheelchair.
' 'This chair was made for you by a group of very special ladies 'and one very special lady in particular.
'Do you know who that is? 'Her name's Buki, and she's your mum.
' 'Thank you, Mum, for the wheelchair!' Looks like cocaine to me.
Soon find out.
You bastard.
You planted that shit.
Trying to set me up? Feel that? - That's a lump, innit? - Yeah.
What if it's bleedin' cancer, Ju?