Bad Girls (1999) s06e07 Episode Script

You're Tanya Turner, ain't ya? Argh! Get off! Argh! Have you seen what she did to me? l want that bitch dead.
That can be taken care of.
Rick tells me it's a present from your little brother Terence.
Oh! His toe! lf you're being bullied, tell me.
l can help.
Don't you worry about me, darlin'.
l'll sort out anybody who tries to get the better of me.
Al, are you all right? Oh, my God.
Are you doing anything tonight? You'll pick me up and chuck me out again.
You know nothing about me, Collin.
Are you still in plain clothes? Not tonight.
l like my girls with no clothes.
l hope you remember what l like.
That's it, l'm afraid.
- Morning, Col.
- Forgot you were coming back today.
Just as well we are according to Sylvia.
Another death on G Wing.
Sounds like your mate Myers is making a right tits up.
- Didn't start a killer virus, did she? - Sure l'm not guilty, Col.
We'll show them all, won't we? When can we expect Alison McKenzie's postmortem results? - When l get them.
- Are you certain it's still a virus? Well, l'm still running urine tests.
That man doesn't know which way up to hold a stethoscope.
He's all we have, unless you want to put a white coat on.
Two more women hospitalised and we're still no nearer to finding out why.
McKenzie's postmortem will tell us why.
We should ask ourselves why only G Wing was affected.
Cos there's a bloody curse on itand me.
l hope it's down to natural causes, but until we know for sure, l'm not ruling out any possibility, including murder.
l'm amazed Neil hasn't been pushed yet.
He's been nailed to that desk.
Jim, good to see you back and fully clothed.
Right, top priority is the illness going around this wing.
We don't know what caused it or how many women will come down with it, but the ones in the medical wing are doing better than McKenzie.
lt's all round the landings.
Night shift said it was kicking off nonstop.
Until we know cause of death, they're all quarantined.
All outside work and classes cancelled.
But l want them allowed free and full association.
When we haven't got enough staff to supervise them? - And everyone up in arms after a death? - We should be on restricted regime.
Half of them are struggling to get out of bed.
- l don't think they'll cause any problems.
- Let's hope you're right, ma'am.
Are you sure you don't mean you hope l'm wrong, Di? Right, ready for unlock.
Neil wants to see you in his office before the women do.
Pick up any strangers last night? - Want to know the intimate details? - Hope l don't read them in the papers.
l don't remember you warning me when l picked you up.
(Gagging) At least Al went quickly.
Some people take ages to die.
Tina, ready to do the breakfasts? Nol ain't.
Come on.
l just lost another of me best mates, innit? You can't expect me to carry on as if nothing's happened.
Miss Myers is going to give you all free association today and there'll be listeners to talk to.
l just want Al alive.
l know, darling, but it might help to keep busy, take your mind off.
No, it won't.
Well, it won't do any good if none of us gets fed, will it? We need to keep our strength up, to help the poorly girls.
Darlene, Rick isn't pissing about.
He cut your brother's toe off.
You don't think he's going to stop there, do you? How l know it belonged to Terence? You don't think that Rick found this in the street, do you? Huh? - (Groans) - Listen to me.
l put my arse on the line to get him a visit in your name.
He'll be here tomorrow.
You're not so sick you can't walk and talk.
Oh, shit! You're looking well, Jim.
Di's TLC seems to have done wonders.
You never appreciated Di's good qualities, did you, Neil? - Shame it's going to cost you.
- How's the inner man? Oh, l'm fighting fit.
No stigma attached to mental illness as far as you're concerned? No.
Just wondered if you might find it easier working with male inmates.
Why? You've given the women a stick to beat you with, in a manner of speaking.
You promised me wing governor here, then governing guv.
- There was never anything in writing.
- No.
You're too slippery for that, aren't you? There must be some reason you keep passing me over.
Every day l wake up, Jim, l'm more and more glad that l did.
So why don't l put you up for the next principal officer's job down the road? What are you doing? l'm just making a note of your careers advice.
Cheers.
You can't afford to die, Darlene.
Just think of your loved ones.
Not another corpse? - (Sobs) - Are you OK, Tine? - Oh, come on, love.
- Hey, she'll be all right.
- What if she ain't? - Built like a ten-ton truck, in't she? First Al, now Darlene.
What the hell is going on? Something ain't adding up.
l dunno, but l ain't falling for this virus bollocks.
Funny, none of them screws got sick.
lt's funny that both Al and Darlene share that cell with Tanya Turner and no one got sick until her hamper did the rounds.
- What, you reckon - What? - Didn't they eat the best of it? - lt's nothing to do with Tanya Turner.
lt's me what poisoned 'em.
l'm a murderer.
Tine, you better tell us what you're talking about.
l nicked some of that dodgy rhubarb hooch.
- You what? - Hooch? l only did it so they'd stop being nasty to Tanya.
You've been making hooch? Not us.
Costa Cons.
What am l going to do? (Sniffs) l was supposed to be getting out of here in five weeks.
And now l'm going to be sent down for life, innit? Oh.
Hello, Natalie.
l heard you'd been brewing your own booze.
And without telling me about it.
We were going to invite you to a tasting once it had reached maturity.
- Surprise you.
- l'd like to try it now.
- Erno.
- Why? Frightened it'll kill me like Al and Darlene? Darlene's not died, has she? Not yet, but the servery girls are right and your hooch is poisoning everyone.
- What? - No, it is not.
Then why the hell are you siphoning it into tampon holders and flushing it down the loo? Now, you two old bitches better tell me what you're up to and quick.
Because it's you either tell me, or you tell Myers.
(Mobile rings) - Yeah? - lt's Tanya.
l want you to back off, Rick.
- You've gone too bloody far.
- l bet Darlene wanna talk to me now.
She can't now.
She's sick.
They've carted her off to the medical wing.
Yeah, you know what? lf she don't talk to me, l don't talk to you.
- 'And you can stay right there.
' - No.
Rick? Oh, shit.
Rick? (Woman) Pervert! - l don't bleedin' believe it.
- Jesus, it's true, then.
lf any of us behaved like him, we'd be chucked in the nuthouse.
Oi, Fenner, didn't recognise you with your clothes on? (Women call out) Any of you say one more word and Mr Hedges will take you down the block.
l don't care if it's the lot of you.
You first, Yates.
Thanks for your support, Hedges.
Support? l agree with every word they said.
So the lads were right.
lt is you.
- You're Tanya Turner.
- Yeah.
Do you mind if l er Er, in future, ask first.
l know when l'm getting the kiss-off, or is that the piss off? lf you don't mind Sure.
Maybe l'll see you again, then.
Not if l see you first.
By the way, you've got a special delivery.
'(Panting)' We never realised that rhubarb leaves were poisonous, not until Phyl read it up in her garden book.
Highly toxic for goats and swine.
One supposed likewise for screws.
We never intended to poison our fellow inmates.
Of course not.
The only corpse we'd have cheered off isbloody Myers.
Hmm.
lt's a shame your plans went wrong at the last minute, then.
When l saw the screws' milk heading off to make pancakes for our breakfast, l nearly gave birth to my liver.
A five-star general couldn't have planned for such a contingency.
Look, can't we just get rid of it all now? Save the whole hog of hooch for you and say no more.
ls there enough left in here to kill someone? lt took less than that to knock Al's stuffing out.
So, you see, we can't risk another mishap.
No, quite right.
This time you have to make sure you get the fatal dose directly into her mug.
Hmm? What? Sir, l need to see the doctor.
l feel dreadful.
Oh, shame.
Myers has got another one down.
A very pretty one, too.
Thank you.
l've got to say it's nice to get a compliment from a man again.
Dykes been swarming around, have they? You could say that.
Any hassle from them, you just give us a shout.
Thank you, sir.
Hey.
Come on.
Let's get you to Dr Nicholson.
lt's not often he gets a special treat.
Mr Fenner was right.
You do have capable hands.
l'll look forward to your next consultation.
Erm l have to warn you that er attempting to corrupt a member of Her Majesty's service is a criminal offence.
You must be so dedicated.
There's not many doctors who'd choose to care for patients in prison.
l'm not easily flattered, Mrs Turner.
Not easily corrupted.
Not easily flattered.
How's a girl meant to get anywhere? Oh, that rather depends on where she wants to go.
Oh, l'd say most places.
- Mmm.
- But first l'd like a little favour.
You're got a friend of mine down here, Darlene Cake.
Yeah.
l really, really need to see her.
Oh, yes.
Oh, yes.
What are you doing here? l came to pay my last respects to Al.
l promised to leave her this ring.
l never thought she'd leave first.
No.
l know that you'll miss her most, butshe and l had a special relationship for a time.
Yeah, l suppose.
l made her them flowers.
You knowlike how people leave 'em when someone's been run over.
What a charming thought, Tina.
Yeah.
But l'm not charming.
lt was me what give her some of your rotten hooch.
(Sniffs) Did you, now? l know l shouldn't have.
But now Al's dead.
Darlene's going to die the same.
Look, l admit the stuff wasn't ready to drink, but it wouldn't have killed anyone.
Eh? Much as l resent the fact that you stole it, that was just crushed rhubarb with some water, lemon and sugar.
What? So you're saying that ain't the stuff what killed Al? Not even if you'd drunk a barrelful.
So you mean l've been worrying all night andit weren't me.
Exactly.
So why don't you go and get yourself a celebratorycup of tea and biccies while l say a prayer for Al? Thanks.
(lndistinct) You don't look too chuffed about Fenner being back.
- You guessed right.
- Anybody who hates him's OK with me.
lt doesn't matter how many people hate Fenner, he just stamps all over 'em.
l'd like to see him try stamping on you.
You'd beat him up, wouldn't you? And l'd cheer you on.
Yeah, well, there's not much chance of that.
l'm leaving.
- You can't leave.
- You'd have found out sooner or later.
- But l wanted you to hear it from me.
- No.
Not now, l mean, why? - Lots of reasons.
- What about our chats, sir? lt's worth getting up in the morning just for them.
- There's other people you can talk to.
- Not like this.
Not like you.
Look, l've got to go.
Here we are.
l'm sorry to have to tell you that it's not looking very good.
Erdon't be too alarmed at all the blood.
Silly girl keeps pulling her drip out.
She's on drugs to control the seizures, but frankly, l have to say, l think she's given up.
What? No way, not Darlene.
Surely there's something extra you can do.
- Something you can give to her.
- Any suggestions? Of course not, Doctor.
Sorry.
l'm just so worried about her.
Oh.
Cake.
Cake! l've got your friend here to see you.
l don't have no friend in this place.
Darlene, it's me.
Me? Who that? - Tanya.
- (Sighs) What you come here for? Me ill.
Oh, she's feverish.
Would it be all right to stay for a while? Just to comfort her.
Five minutes.
- Darlene, wake up.
- What you want? You not vex me enough already? Leave me be.
Let me die, man.
You've got to be back on your feet for Rick tomorrow, otherwise he's going to pop a bit more of your brother in the post.
You listen to me, sister.
l tell you already.
That toe no' belong to me brother.
Oh, Darlene, please, get hold of a Walkman and listen.
Terence is going to die.
Well, well, well, Buxton.
Remember me? Ah, Mr Fenner.
l heard they brought you back here.
Much grief to Miss Myers.
lt's her fault she set me up.
- All innocent, are we? - That's right.
Well, you don't look too innocent from where l'm standing.
l'm not guilty, Mr Fenner.
l'm going to appeal.
Even all the girls in here believe me now.
You know how difficult it is trying to convince everyone you're not a nonce? l think you could convince me of anything.
lf l could, l'd convince you that Myers is a lying bitch.
Oh.
That's not a very nice thing to say about your wing governor.
She's shafted you, too, hasn't she? That obvious, is it? lt can't be easy walking around with an ''X'' on your back.
Yeah, well, there's plenty other bitches round here l could blame for that.
That one doesn't miss a chance to wind everyone up.
Well, maybe you can persuade her to keep her trap shut.
Maybe, but l never give something for nothing.
Oh, l think we can come to some arrangement.
- l found this.
You see anyone drop it? - No.
You seen anyone acting suspiciously, Jim? - Only half the bloody wing.
- What do you make of this? ''This isn't a virus.
We are being poisoned.
Check Turner's hamper.
'' Chuck it in the bin.
The guv said to alert her to anything unusual.
What, Tanya Turner's killing the cons off one by one? Please.
- l wouldn't put anything past that tart.
- Steady, Di.
She's ill herself.
l've just taken her down to see Malcolm.
Yeah, so we noticed.
l don't know why you're leaping to her defence.
- l'll let the guv make up her own mind.
- Good idea, Paula.
lt's about time Miss l'm A Celebrity, Get Me Out Of Here was smeared with shit.
Yeah, l suppose any shit's good shit that lands on Myers's desk.
- Just take it.
- lt's easy for you.
- You're not playing the angel of death.
- You're the one with the opportunity.
When Myers pops her clogs, that's what everyone'll say.
l have given you a cast-iron alibi, as directed.
Look, all you've got to do is serve the bloody beverage, Bev.
Ladies, l just wanted to wish you all the best.
And remember, l want her cold by morning.
You don't expect me to take this seriously? Not if you're sure it's just a joke.
lt's probably just one of the women stirring out of jealousy.
- lt could be Buxton playing games.
- Frances.
l'm sorry, but l believe in following up every lead, just in case.
Christ.
What have l done to deserve this? (Door is unlocked) What the bloody hell's going on? - We're confiscating your hamper.
- My hamper, why? - Miss Myers's orders.
- You've helped yourself enough.
lf you've got a complaint, you have to take it to Miss Myers.
You bastards.
'(Gasping) 'No! Please! 'Please don't! Darlene, make him stop! 'Tell him! Please! 'Don't, please! No!' l hope this is a hoax they've been poisoned.
The killer bug's the best bloody bet for my career.
You found something? - Could be, ma'am.
- What? Sir, ermtea? - Coffee? - Thank you.
Biscuit? There are signs it's been spiked.
- Has this got something to do with you? - No.
Then go.
- What signs? - Needle perforations in the packaging.
So what if Hedges is leaving? The less screws round here the better, as far as l'm concerned.
Not when it's a half-decent one that's going, leaving us with the likes of Fenner.
Ladies.
Sorry.
Didn't mean to startle you.
Those knives could do with a bit of a sharpen, Ju.
Yeah.
Them big ones look well sharp enough, Ju.
l'm trying to call it quits here.
Do us a favour, Fenner.
We ain't never gonna forget what you done.
Look, l didn't murder Yvonne.
But it's bloody hard to prove something you didn't do.
Ask Natalie Buxton.
You were wrong about her and you're wrong about me.
You ain't Natalie, though, are you? You're a lying bastard and you always was.
We know you wanted Vonne out the way.
As far as Atkins was concerned, l'd have been happy for her to leg it and leave me in peace.
The truth is she scared the shit out of me.
You don't have to believe me.
l doubt l would if l was in your shoes.
Atkins had a lot of contacts.
l'd have been a fool to take her on.
She knew it.
- How did she end up dead? - We don't believe it was an accident.
- Well, me neither.
- What are you saying, Fenner? Well, it's too late to prove anything now, but if you're looking for a motive, it wasn't me who was messing around with her.
Who are you accusing of messing around? Maybe it was someone who couldn't cope when she gave them the shove.
- Are you saying it was Hedges? - No way.
Vonne was playing around with Hedges.
Yeah, so? Come on, Ju, don't mean to say he offed her.
lt don't mean he didn't neither and he's going to do a runner.
You've gotta remember what Vonne forgot.
A screw is a screw is a lying bastard.
No exceptions.
(Vomiting) Hello? - You all right in there? - (Myers) Yeah.
(Toilet flushes) Oh, don't say you've been struck down by this virus as well, have you? No.
lt's not a bloody virus.
Oh.
What is it, then? Deadly spores from an alien spaceship.
We never had anything like this kind of hassle when l was running G Wing.
And Neil still sacked you.
What a vote of confidence.
Neil sacked me because l couldn't give him and his boyfriend a baby.
- All right? - Yeah, right, Di.
(Vomits) Oh, you do sound really awful.
And just when you thought you'd got it under control.
- Mission accomplished? - All bloody done and delivered.
- Satisfied? - To see the end of Myers? l think we'll all be ecstatic.
We've kept our side of the deal.
Quid pro quo, Natalie.
Your secret will be safely buried as soon as Myers is.
- lt's as good as done.
- Then you're as good as safe.
Oh, and don't even think about a double-cross.
Nothing will lead back to me.
Call me a liar and a thief, but that one is a 24-carat, cold-hearted criminal.
Well, don't spare any pity for Myers.
The merciless way she humiliated me, l hope she's writhing on the lavatory when she croaks it.
Mm.
Dr Nicholson, this is a surprise.
Don't worry.
No one's going to interrupt the doctor and his patient.
l just erm l just thought l'd let you know your little your little friend Darlene Cake is going to pull through.
- Really? - Mmm.
ln fact, she'll probably be back with you tomorrow.
Oh, thank Christ.
This is fantastic news.
l just erm l just thought you might want to thank me.
Oh, but l do thank you, Doctor.
But l'm sure you've got lots of patients waiting for you to do your magic.
lt's rare to have a patient of your type, waiting for me.
And what type's that, Doctor? Pretty, sexy, intelligent.
That's right.
Far too intelligent to let a fat little pervert like you paw me to death.
How dare you! l'll have you sent down the block for this.
lf you don't scram, l'm gonna slap an attempted rape charge on you.
No one will believe the word of a junkie con.
l'll pay half a dozen women to say you've done it to them.
l wouldn't be surprised if you had.
Now, do one.
Go on.
Piss off! Here he is.
l'm gonna ask him.
What's the point? He ain't going to 'fess up to us.
l know him better than you do.
Sir, sir! Will you tell me something straight? Are you leaving cos you want to, or cos you got the boot? - What's it matter to you? - Just interested.
Why, don't you want to tell me? l haven't told the other officers l'm going yet.
What's the big secret, cos we know you're hiding something? We'll find out what it is.
We always do.
- Just leave it, yeah? - l can't.
l know you're running away from something you done.
Something that made you want to top yourself.
- Maybe you shouldn't have stopped me.
- You'd better listen to me.
There's a nasty rumour going round that maybe we blamed the wrong screw for what happened to Vonne.
Fenner start it, did he? Flashing his tackle must have won him a real fan club.
Rick, it's all sorted.
Just come in, like we said.
She'll be there.
- 'Excellent news.
' - So you lay off her brother, all right? Rick? You shitting bastard.
OK.
Yeah, thanks for that.
(Hangs up phone) Erml've just been faxed the preliminary postmortem report on Alison McKenzie.
- The cause of death wasn't viral.
- Oh, shit.
We'll know more tomorrow when the final test results come back, but it's got to be the hamper, meaning it's murder.
Well, if it is, at least l'm not another victim.
- What? - l've got to go home.
l would rather throw up in my own bathroom.
Oh, Christ, Frances.
Not you, too.
Whatever l've got is nothing to do with that bloody hamper.
So the jury's out till tomorrow.
So she could be head down the pan as we speak.
lt'll take a chainsaw to see her off.
Oh, fingers crossed and let's hope Grayling gets the next dose.
l want you to finish him, Jim.
That's my idea of justice.
You know, l'm a lucky man, Di.
Having you beside me.
lt's me that's lucky to have got this close.
l know l'm not good enough to keep you.
Don't be daft.
The last thing l want is another divorce certificate and l've seen what you're like around the likes of Tanya Turner.
Oh, come on.
You've got no worries there, love.
A woman like that, she's not wife material.
Don't tell me you don't fancy her.
Well, sure.
l like a nice bit of cleavage.
What normal man doesn't.
Listen, there's no way l'd give up what l've got with you, Di.
You're my everything.
Do you promise me, Jim? Of course.
Everything? Promise you.
l hear you've been spreading lies about me, Fenner.
Don't act dumb.
You know what l'm talking about.
Listen, matey.
- l've propped you up for long enough.
- Come on, Jim.
Don't let him get to you.
Yeah.
Why don't you run off and buy your mate Myers a bag of grapes? (Buzzing) After you've finished running after sick cons.
(Vomiting) (Mobile rings) - Hello? - 'How about we meet down the bar?' Rick, l can't.
l'm working late.
- All night? - 'Things are pretty full-on right now.
' All right.
Tomorrow night, then.
(Sighs) As soon as l can, l'll give you a call.
Don't keep me waiting too long, my girl.
(Grayling) 'Frances, we've had the postmortem results.
'McKenzie died of oxalic poisoning.
'Forensics have come back to me on Turner's hamper.
' lt was contaminatedwith oxalic acid.
'Basically, they're telling us it comes from a natural source 'and the only source that's toxic isrhubarb leaves.
' - Rhubarb? - Frances, you sound terrible.
l feel bloody terrible, but if l've been poisoned it's got nothing to do with Turner's hamper.
l told you.
lt's down to the police what the hell to make of it all now.
- Jesus.
- Have you seen a doctor yet? Bad news, l'm afraid, about what we now know to be the cause of the outbreak of sickness on this wing and of one inmate's tragic death.
You'll guess by my taking this meeting who's the latest victim.
- Oh, God.
- You don't mean the guv? - Yeah.
- l knew she was really bad.
Sounds coming from her in the loo was like something you hear in a hospice.
Well, how bad are you saying she is? Tull, go.
The police are arriving in a few minutes.
l was hoping to keep a lid on this until they're ready to make an arrest.
What did you take that blood for? l told you already.
l never felt better in me life.
l want to leave this place, mannow.
You're trying to tell me this body not fit? Take her back down the wing.
l can't understand a bloody word she says anyway.
Buxton, roll your sleeve up.
l need a blood sample.
- Why? - For the lab.
- All sick women are being tested.
- ls it compulsory? lt appears the police are now embarked upon a murder enquiry.
So what we've all had isn't a virus? That's right.
Still, l'm not surprised to find foul play in a place like this.
So you think it's one of us that wants to kill our own mates? lt's not about you lot any more.
Your wing governor's been laid out now.
Miss Myers? Seems you're one of the lucky ones.
Julie.
You want to know the truth why l'm going? - l've been sacked by Myers.
- Eh? What for? You're the best screw in this place.
The bleeding cow.
No, she's not.
l'm a smack-head.
l tried to fix my piss test to prove l wasn't.
You're joking me? - You, a smack-head? - l'm off it now for good.
Butafter what happened with Yvonne, l was using big time.
l just couldn't cope with it.
- You really loved her, didn't you? - There's no way l'd have hurt her.
l just wish l'd done better by her.
As if l didn't know that.
- l'm going to miss you so much.
- Julie, this is between us, yeah? You don't have to ask.
News update.
- Myers is no longer with us.
- Bev! Come on.
This is a moment to savour.
You're absolutely certain? l haven't seen the death certificate, but l know what it's going to say re: cause of.
Read the tombstone.
''Here lies Frances Myers, ''tragically knocked down in her youth by a bunch of rhubarb.
'' lt's too, too sad.
Let's just hope that psychopath Buxton doesn't drop us a deadly dose next.
Oh, no.
she's far cleverer than that.
She's become the latest victim.
No! Nothing more serious than was required to book a bed in the sick bay.
Where better to lie low if the heat turns up? lt's turned up.
Bloody Governor Graything said he knows what's what.
So soon they'll be onto whodunit.
Time we beefed up our own alibis.
How? Start shovelling the shit in that hamper.
Bev's got the latest news off the screws which shouldn't be taken on trust, but - What? - What? Well, they're saying they've got proof it's not a killer virus doing the rounds here, but a poisoned hamper.
l'll never, ever forgive meself for what them do to me brother.
You've got to pull yourself together.
Rick'll be here soon.
Me not understand.
What you do this for? - You're my ticket out of here.
- Me? Your ticket? How you mean? You stole a bag from the Yardies.
Rick wants it back and he's using me to find out where you hid it.
And l'm using him to get my life back.
Even if l tell him, how me know if they're gonna let me brother live? - l promise.
- Promise? White bitch promise no' mean shit.
Well, this is one bitch you are going to have to trust.
Now, where is it? Why you want me to tell you, sister? Darlene, Rick is a double-crossing bastard.
lf you don't do what l say, we're all going to suffer, you, me and your brother.
Oh, Jesus, where is it? Left luggage.
- Park Manor, by the station.
- ls there a locker number, combination? Get all the details right for when you see Rick.
Locker 123.
- Easy to remember.
- And the combination? Me favourite tunein order.
Three.
Eleven.
Seven.
Eight.
l'll get this straight to the lab and we'll confirm as to whether this is oxalic poisoning.
- But l'm OK? - Yeah.
Take small sips of water.
What l want to know is how l came to eat rhubarb leaves.
Just play it like you is my most favourite girl in all the world.
You're nothin' to me.
Just a sick bastard.
Ah, then you understand me, Darlene.
Now, if you want to get your brother Terence walking, you'd best get wise and get talking.
Here's the combination.
Left luggage at Manor Park, by the station.
Locker 123.
Good girl, Darlene.
(Draws knife) Just a little lessonsister.
Nobody steals nothing from me.
See? Let me out of this shit hole! This Yardie bitch stinks.
All right, that's enough of that, sir.
Come on.
Out of here.
Watch your back! You won't get away with this! - What's going on? - Never ate nothing out of that hamper! - What? - (All shout at once) l want to make an urgent phone call.
You ain't nothing but a murderer! Christ alive.
Are you telling me that's a corpse? (Women) Murderer! Ma'am, didn't expect to see you in today.
- Feeling better, then? - Yeah, much better, thanks.
We're done for.
The combination is 3-1-1-7-8.
- Tanya Turner? - Yes.
l am arresting you on suspicion of murder.
You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence if you do not mention, when questioned, something you later rely on in court.
Anything you do say may be given in evidence (Groaning) Just when things go good for me again, you become the prime suspect as the G Wing poisoner.
l want to see my lawyer and l want to see him now! Don't try and trick me.
- He did that to you.
- l walked into a door.