Screen Two (1985–2002): Season 10, Episode 12 - Sin Bin - full transcript
A male nurse in a mental hospital witnesses one patient killing another, but does not come forward.
[gentle music]
-[keys jangle]
-* In the triumph song *
* Glory, laud and honour *
* Unto Christ, the King *
* This through countless ages *
* Men and angels sing *
* Onward Christian soldiers *
* Marching as to war *
* With the cross of Jesus *
* Going on before *
I call on these persons
here present to witness
that I Donna Marie Clail.
I Donna Marie Clail.
[Priest] Do take the
Terrence Arsenal Carter
to be my lawful wedded husband.
Do take the Terrence
Arsehole Carter
to be my lawful wedded,
[giggles] arsehole.
Shut up, shut up.
Donna.
Do take the Terrence
Arsenal Carter.
To be my lawful wedded husband.
To be my lawful wedded husband.
[upbeat music]
* Get it on, bang
a gong, get it on *
That bitch has got my suit on.
That's my suit.
Don't you be worried
-about the suit.
-It's my suit.
Get on an enjoy
yourself, all right.
Hey up, you all right?
Look at you two.
* In your shoes and
your stockings *
* You're windy and
wild, oh yeah *
* Well you're built like a car *
* You've got a hubcap
diamond star halo *
* You're dirty, sweet
and you're my girl *
[Mitch] Here, Richard.
* Get it on *
This isn't so bad,
nice and moist.
Oh you probably got
the bit they pissed in.
Lovely spread, Viv,
got yours well trained.
Hey should've got a
load to do the photos.
Terry Carter's no celebrity.
They're all bloody
celebrities in here, mate.
Keith says any requests?
[all laughing]
"Seven little girls
sitting in the backseat"
Aye and tell him we know
what he did with them.
And now a special record
for the lovely couple.
A special message
from the King himself.
This one's for you,
Terry and Donna.
[guests cheering]
* It's now or never *
* Come hold me tight *
* Kiss me, my darling *
* Be mine tonight *
* Tomorrow will be today *
* It's now or never *
* My love *
[guests cheering]
[gravel crunching]
There we are, Terry,
the honeymoon suite.
I hope you enjoy your stay.
[keys jangle]
[lock clatters]
The happy couple, eh.
Aye.
It's maybe as well
he couldn't shag her.
You can imagine a kid between
Beastie boy and petrol bomb.
[Jerry laughs]
[bleats] How was it for you
darling? [imitates explosion]
* Irene, good night *
* Good night, Irene,
good night, Irene *
* I'll see you *
* In my dreams *
I'm back to yours for
a nightcap, Mitchell.
Hey no, no, I'm off to me bed.
Getting old.
Eh?
Is he past it?
Can't stand the
pace anymore, mate.
Just you and me then, Jerry.
[Jerry] Yep.
Hey, he's had enough.
[Don] He's all right.
[Don and Jerry murmuring]
* Only dream this and that *
[Jerry] Later, Mitch.
Later, Jerry.
[cassette clatters]
[gentle music]
* Are you lonesome tonight *
* Do you miss me tonight *
* Are you sorry we're
drifting apart *
* Does your memory *
[Donna] You wait what
I'm gonna do to you
when we get out of here.
Do you wanna know what
I'm gonna do to you?
Do you wanna hear?
Getting a hard-on.
* Do the chairs
in your parlour *
* Seem empty and bare *
* Do you gaze at your doorstep *
* And picture me there *
* Is your heart filled *
I don't know why we can't have
visitors from
inside the hospital.
Then me and Terry could
see each other every day.
Yeah.
We are actually married.
What you doing?
He might be looking
out the window.
God, I want him.
[gates clattering]
Great choice, Jerry.
"Watership Down" inspired.
Yeah well, Anal
Sex 2 was out then.
Good shot.
How you going, Keith?
How's the old life
story coming along?
Oh very well.
I mean it's very, erm,
would you like to read it?
Er, yeah, love to.
All right, Gary.
Where's my suit?
You bastard, I
want my suit back.
-[Terry screams]
-Where's my suit?
-Where's my suit?
-Gary.
-Gary.
-Where's my suit?
Gary, Gary, Gary.
Hey, what's the problem?
Gary, tell me what
the problem is.
Come on.
He's got my suit.
My, my best suit.
And I want it back, you bastard.
-I want it back!
-Gary.
Look, Gary.
I don't know what's
upsetting you, do I?
And until I do, I
can't get it sorted.
Now do you want to
have a little chat?
Just you and me.
All right.
We're gonna go to your room.
Come on, we can talk in there.
-Come on.
-[Gary heavily breathing]
[cue clatters]
Should settle down, boys.
Growing up fast, your
two, aren't they, Gary.
I saw them when Siobhan
brought them in last visit.
I, I don't like her bringing
them in here, Mitch.
She says, "They got
to see their daddy."
My old man used to have
me up here all the time
when he was in here.
Working here.
You're a bit pissed off
with Terry, aren't you.
Beastie Boy. [laughs]
He wore my suit
to his wedding.
He can't do that.
He can't get married in my suit.
Oi, oi, there's
you suit, you twat.
Hanging up there, all right.
[staff faintly speaking]
[Staff Member] In the office.
Is there anything
else bothering you?
[staff faintly speaking]
Fine.
-[door thuds]
-[lock clatters]
He's all right.
I told you he'd know
that bastard suit.
[Don laughs]
It's not funny.
Trevor.
Trevor, can we have a chat
if you've got a moment?
In here.
Oh, get in there.
Piss off.
[imitates sucking]
Stuart.
This isn't intended as a
personal criticism, Trevor,
but yesterday I overheard
you making comments
about the patients,
which I felt,
we felt were inappropriate.
You were discussing
the possibility
of a sexual relationship
between Terry and Donna
and using nicknames
that made reference
to their index offences.
That was a private
conversation, sweetheart.
There's far too much
of this on the wards.
It indicates a basic
lack of respect.
We have the crack
with the patients,
they like it, you know that.
Of course we could
go the other way,
call them sir and madam,
have no bloody
interaction at all.
[feet slapping]
Don, Don.
Don.
Come here, Richard, mate.
Nice shower?
Perfect, eh.
Time for tea now.
Nice cup of tea, eh?
Where's your dressing
gown, here we are.
[patients faintly chattering]
Need therapy, contact Faye.
[Don laughs]
Tell me about this
special hospital.
No.
Stick that on the notice board.
I will.
-[Don laughs]
-I will.
You might get the tight-arse
bitch an offer, eh.
That's what she needs.
Shit, I'm not eating shit.
Shit, I'm not eating this shit.
I'm not eating this shit.
I'm not eating shit.
I'm not eating shit.
[plate clatters]
I'm not eating that shit.
Clear that up.
No, you clear it up.
I'm not your slave.
You clear that shit up.
Well, no, white men don't
clear up after niggers, Gary.
[patients laughing]
Get them up, clear it up.
Just do it.
-[Gary thuds]
-[patients laughing]
You eat this shit.
You are the shit.
You eat the shit.
[Don groans]
You eat the shit.
-You bastard.
-[alarm blaring]
Piece o' shit.
-Fuck you eat this shit.
-Gary!
[Gary incomprehensibly speaking]
See how you like it, eh.
[radiator clangs]
[patients moaning]
Stop it, Don, you bastard.
Come on, that's it!
Get his legs.
Get on with your dinners.
Come on.
-[patients sobbing]
-[alarm blaring]
[Gary groaning]
[Gary coughs]
[Gary moaning]
[Gary coughing]
[gate clatters]
[Gary murmuring]
[Mitch] Okay, gently, lads.
I'll say when.
You dirty wog.
Now you will stay here
until you say you are sorry,
you shit-for-brains
black bastard.
[Gary chuckles]
[fist thuds]
Hey.
-[fist thuds]
-[Gary groans]
Are you laughing?
[Gary splutters]
-What you think it's funny?
-Mitch, come here a minute.
You what?
[Jerry] Come here.
Yeah. Come on.
-You've done enough.
-[Gary spluttering]
Aren't you laughing?
-Ey, ey?
-[Gary spluttering]
[feet thumping]
Don.
[Gary groaning]
Get out of here, quick, now.
Get him a drink.
[items clattering]
We gotta get him off this ward.
He shouldn't be on
Partridge, he's violent.
It's a security risk
keeping him here.
Who, Richard?
No the black bastard.
He'll think twice before
he messes with me again.
Come on, lad.
[people faintly speaking]
[birds cheeping]
Dreamt about you
last night, Debbie.
You, me and Terry were like,
walking along in this stream
and you cut your
foot on a pebble.
And there was all this
blood running into the water
And I said-
I did that once.
Did ya?
I'm psychic.
There's a stream where
my mum and dad live.
Only, I cut my foot on a
bit of glass, not a pebble.
Yeah, that's right.
Your mom and dad
were there as well.
And they were telling us
to get out of the water-
What did they look like then?
Debbie's mum and dad?
They look like me.
It's funny you dreamed
about that stream.
I'll take you there one day.
You won't wanna know us
when you get out of here.
Me and Terry's
getting out of here.
We're gonna leg it.
You're fucking mental.
I'm getting out
of here, aren't I?
[spoon chinking]
[Newsreader] That's Richard
Hannaford reporting.
[lively music]
Oh, come on, Mitch.
It's time to get up, it's late.
Oh, Sarah brought
this in last night.
Geeks, oh well Don'll
be at home then
they've got gits
in french an all.
Who rattled your cage?
Ah he pisses me off.
We had to put a patient in
seclusion yesterday and Don got,
well out of order.
Yeah well you said yourself,
it can get a bit
rough sometimes.
Yeah, doing the job, Denise.
He was over and beyond
the call of duty.
Dickhead.
Oh, Don's all right
in small doses.
I mean, you're not gonna say
you're not gonna
go away now are ya?
No, why should I do that?
Well, I dunno,
I just don't think
you really want to.
Well it's bit late in
the day for that, innit.
I'm not, hey, I do
want to go, all right.
It'll be really good,
something different.
[puffs] Terry would you
like to light the paper?
Terry, how do you feel
when you think about
setting fire to things?
Do you feel sexy?
Nah.
[Faye] Take the matches, Terry.
No.
That's a waste of
time, Terry, it is.
And all you've gotta go is,
"Oh no, I don't
like fires anymore."
And they go, "Ooh,
there's a good boy."
I mean, nothing personal, Terry
but any bugger can lie
his way out of here.
[alarm blares]
Stay there.
Trotter, lock in!
Lock in!
[doors banging]
[suspenseful music]
[keys jangling]
He ain't breathing.
What happened?
I dunno, just call the
bloody doctor down here.
[sombre music]
[zipper clicking]
[slow dramatic music]
Don.
What am I gonna do?
I dunno.
Not gonna see him
for bloody days now.
Fucking Gary.
I hate him, what's he
wanna go and die for?
-[papers rustling]
-[boots thumping]
Sorry.
[door thuds]
Two patients on this ward
have made a complaint, Don.
They say that you assaulted
Gary Walters in the dining hall.
Which patients?
Don under SHSA procedure,
I have no alternative, but to
suspend you from your duties
until these allegations
have been given
a full internal investigation.
Piss off, what are
you talking about?
I assaulted Gary Walters?
I didn't did I, Mitch?
I don't have any choice.
The complaints have been made
and we have to be seen
to be dealing with them
fairly and above board.
Ah do it, shit all over me.
I'm gonna see Jay at the
union, he'll sort this out.
-Don.
-You were there
in the dining room, did
you witness the assault?
Alleged assault, Stuart.
And it could be that
a couple of patients
have got a grudge against Don.
For some reason.
I want you to go over
to Lynette Ward, Mitch,
as from now, you'll
be working there.
Why?
[Stuart] They're short staffed.
Well don't I have a say in this?
I'm afraid you don't.
[Mitch] Oh.
[door slams]
[lock clatters]
You'll soon discover I
don't like delegating.
I like to be out on the
ward, getting things done.
Having said that, I
think the key word here
is self-sufficiency.
I like to encourage people
to do things for themselves.
One of the nurses started
aromatherapy lessons.
Are you interested?
I'd love to but I've got
a bit of a war wound.
I think in terms of
job satisfaction,
that this is the most
exciting ward to work on.
Well, I'm a professional, lover,
I work where I'm told.
Cut the crap.
You started it.
Ooh, I'm gonna have
some fun with you.
Ah, Chrissy, our plant monitor.
I see you've been lavishing
your usual loving
attention on them.
Chrissy.
[birds cheeping]
[Woman] Morning, Mitch.
All right, you all right?
Oi!
What you doing?
Some of these want potting on.
I know.
Use to be apple
trees here, you know.
I used to come scrumping.
Scrumping?
You never go scrumping as a kid?
Nicking apples from
people's orchards an that?
No, I wouldn't steal.
[Mitch] You wanna give
me the garden shears now?
I'm allowed to have them.
[Woman] Mitch
How's your dad then, Mitch?
Enjoying life by the sea?
Hates it, Mike, no Boddingtons.
You know, we've gotta
take a statement from you
about this do over
Partridge Ward.
They're up in arms over there.
Old Jerry's got some
bloke from the union down.
So what's the score?
Well, there was a bit
of a scuffle, you know,
and we had to get
the guy in seclusion.
He didn't wanna go.
I didn't see Don do
anything unwarranted.
This is what we're hearing.
Well, don't worry about it.
We haven't had the
result of the PM yet,
but it's looking like
an accidental death.
He wasn't very old was he?
34.
[Mike] What was he in for?
Rape, six cases.
Used to pick on
women with kiddies.
Make them watch him come
on their mum's face.
Oh, what a fucking nutter.
Aye.
[voices faintly chattering]
[Don laughs]
[Don] Molly eh.
[Denise] You never did.
[Don] Hey, Molly.
That's nice.
Yeah that's what it
-says, look-
-Bloody hell
the clubs burnt down.
[sighs] I'm knackered.
Looking after the girls all day.
Police had a word.
Yeah.
Was it all right?
Yeah, you're all right.
Yeah too bloody right.
Come on then, let's get these
girls down the old folks home
and we'll go and celebrate
me back at Talyard.
I'm tired.
You go on, I'll catch you up.
Aye, aye, I get it,
Mitch's on a promise.
What've I told you, as
soon as the kids leave home
they can't keep their
hands off each other.
Oh, I can't keep me
hands off you either,
but it's for different
bloody reasons, come on out.
Can't we watch?
Nope.
Tosser.
Shut up.
I've been covering
for the prick all day,
can't I say what I think now?
He knows what he did to Gary.
And all he cares about
is his bloody job.
It's like Gary was nothing.
Not even a human being.
But you're all like that, Mitch.
You don't talk about the
patients any different than Don.
[staff faintly murmuring]
[Jerry] A heart attack.
That's the findings
of the post-mortem.
The police have concluded
their investigations.
Okay, so Don's back to work.
There is still this
business of the assault.
Come on, who saw him hit Gary?
A couple of patients have
made up a story, that's it.
The hospital has to investigate
every complaint made.
The patients need to know
that we're acting justly here
as does the outside world.
I'll tell you what,
Don's been made a scapegoat.
Gary died of a heart attack.
If anyone's to blame,
it's the doctors.
Jacking them up with
drugs all the time
to keep their evil loonys quiet.
They are patients,
Jerry not lunatics.
They are sick people.
Don't give me that.
I'm a nurse, I work with them.
I don't sit in an office all day
thinking up schemes
to keep them happy.
I'm out in a bloody
ward doing it.
I'll tell you the score.
You've get dead patient and a
nurse has gotta carry the can.
[Stuart] No.
Is Don reinstated?
No.
[chair clatters]
[Kathy] I'm coming with ya.
[Ian] Just get back to
your precious cafe will ya,
I mean that's all
you care about.
[Kathy] Ian!
[Ian] I don't need you.
Come with me.
Why?
[Donna] Come on.
Come on then.
Hello.
Hello?
Tell me everything
you know about him.
Who?
Terry Carter, her husband.
Have you seen him asleep?
Mm.
What's he like?
He snores.
[Debbie giggles]
Well he wouldn't snore
if I got hold of him.
He wouldn't sleep.
Donna
Do you like my paintings?
What these ones here?
Yeah.
Did you do that one there?
Yeah.
I do.
I really like your paintings.
[Denise] Are you all right?
You're not are ya?
How would you feel if
you were gonna get done
for summat you didn't do?
It's not gonna
come so that is it?
He could put me away, Denise.
At the very least
I'll lose me job
and then what'll we do?
All right, Jerry,
I thought you were going
to the bar not the brewery.
There's support and
100% solidarity in this,
so even though you're
not on the ward,
I want you out there
with the rest of us, eh.
[Denise] What's this?
I'm calling strike
action, as of now.
All of us shit on Partridge.
Yes.
Hey, I've gotta go in tomorrow.
He can't miss the outing.
That's all right, as long
as we present a united front
come Monday morning.
Show those bastards who
really runs this hospital.
They couldn't cope without you.
We'll make banners.
Yeah, we'll bring you cups
of tea up to the picket line.
I'll tell you what, Jerry, we'll
get all the wives together.
set up a strike support group.
Yes, I hope you
don't get my wife.
[women laughing]
What do you reckon, Mitch?
Well, we're all in it
together aren't we.
Yes, definitely.
Cheers.
Good health.
Cheers.
* We're all going on
a summer holiday *
* No more worries
for a week or two *
* Fun and laughter on
our summer holiday *
* To make our dreams come true *
* For me and you *
* We're going where the
sun shines brightly *
* Brightly *
* We're going where
the sea is blue *
* Blue *
All right, all right, all
right, pack it in, pack it in.
What we all doing here anyway?
Helping Debbie pack,
she leaving next week.
Are ya?
Yeah, I'm going to
a place in Wales.
Oh well.
Well, anyway, you can stop now
and come down to the car park.
The coach is ready.
[shoes thumping]
[cheerful music]
Hey you look nice.
Much sexier than the suit.
Not my idea, I was blackmailed.
Oh aye, what've you done?
Don't be nosy, Donna.
I've done nothing.
Just asked a favour, carry on.
What?
Isn't Mitch coming?
Yes, come on, Debbie, get in.
[girls cheering]
This is down to you if
it all goes rather wrong.
I know, go on, best
behave yourself.
[girls cheering]
-Yay!
-Woo.
What an improvement.
[engine rumbles]
[group cheering]
[Donna] Terry, terry.
Terry!
Come on, stay together.
-[waves crashing]
-[group murmuring]
[seagulls cawing]
Hey, buy ya a cup
of tea in there.
Lets go now.
Mitch?
What?
Mitch.
What?
Can't we be on our own,
just for five minutes.
Oh please, we might never
get the chance again.
Well we mightn't.
All right, five
minutes, no more, go on.
And Carter any bloody nonsense
and I'll tear your
bollocks off, all right.
All right.
Go on.
I don't get you.
What's there to get?
Well sometimes
you're really nice.
Sorry.
No, I mean, I can have a
normal conversation with ya.
Yeah.
So why were you so pissy before?
I dunno, few things on
my mind at the moment.
Are they gonna charge ya?
You know with his murder?
What?
With Gary Walters?
I never murdered Gary Walters
I never even touched him.
He was beaten up.
[Mitch] I know.
Everyone's saying and the
police came to see ya.
Oh, that was a...
Bloody hell, Debbie,
did you think I'd beaten him?
No, I didn't.
I know who bloody
did, but it wasn't me.
I'm not like that.
I suppose you think
we're all like that?
I dunno.
-[waves crashing]
-[seagulls crowing]
Come on, come on,
back to the coach.
Come on, girls.
[gentle music]
[hammer boings]
Donna! Get on the coach.
[Donna giggles]
Mitch!
[slow dramatic music]
Lovely day for it.
I'll be 'round when
he's gone to work then.
[heels clicking]
[door clicks]
Oh.
Ta-da, what do you think?
Me and our Sarah been
at 'em all night.
Bloody hell, Denise.
What?
Well I'm not walking
round with that,
I'll look a right prat.
You don't have to
walk 'round with it,
just stand there
on the picket line.
Well, I didn't know what to put.
You think of a
snappy slogan, then.
I can't.
Well I'm gonna have bit of a kip
and I'll come up
the hospital after.
No, no, it's all right.
All the wives are coming.
[stairs clumping]
Don Bridges In!
[All] Management out.
Don Bridges in!
[All] Management out.
-Out, out.
-[group shouting]
All right Mitchell,
about bloody time.
you got your banner?
[All] Management out.
Mitch, Mitch.
Larry Jones from the union is
putting out a press statement,
so that's prick's
gonna be on us soon.
He says say nothing to nobody.
I got Sarah sitting for the GO.
You what?
We might be on the news!
Oh, sod it.
[gate rattles]
[Don] Scab!
And now you are tasting
a hot chilli pepper.
Feel it burning your tongue.
Cool it down with ice cream.
Now open your eyes.
Okay?
Now I want you to imagine
that there is someone out
there you want to speak with,
and I want you to
tell that person
exactly how you feel about them.
I'd like to imagine that
it's Terry out there.
Not this week, Donna.
[Donna tuts]
Debbie, you haven't done this.
Er, it's just sort of erm,
about being here, really.
Erm, you sort of,
start off hating it, and
feeling scared all the time,
and then you sort
of get used to it.
And sometimes you can
forget who you are.
I don't wanna forget,
I'm getting out.
I just sort of want
it all back, really.
You know, be me, all right.
And I don't care
'cause I am all right.
So are you.
[feet slapping]
[Strikers] Scab, scab, scab,
scab, scab, scab, scab, scab,
scab, scab, scab.
[sombre music]
Denise?
Denise?
Denise?
I'm not cleaning it up.
No, I know, I will.
I'm sorry.
You don't know what it was like.
All of us going up the hospital
and you're not there.
And then they said,
they said you'd gone in.
Well sod 'em, sod
the bastards, Denise.
Look what they've
done in our kitchen.
They haven't done that,
they couldn't of done.
Well somebody did.
Why are you sticking
up for them?
But it's family.
It's your brother-in-law
on that picket line
and your friends.
Friends.
Yeah, friends.
And you have shit
on them, Mitch.
You know, it's not fair
what's happening to Don
and you're deliberately
turning your back on him.
Is it me, have I done something?
What are you talking about?
It's got nothing to
do with you and me.
But it has.
I went up there to support you
and you'd gone and
I don't know why.
Because it isn't right.
That's why.
Listen, Mitch.
Forget it, please.
Gary's dead, I
know you're gutted
but Don's gutted too,
he just doesn't show it.
Why are you doing this eh?
Why are you taking
everybody else side
and never mine eh?
I mean you say you
wanna support me, okay,
well bloody well
support me then.
Well, tell me I'm right.
Oh bloody hell, I can't.
[gate clatters]
[suspenseful music]
[gentle music]
Debbie?
[slow suspenseful music]
Oh my God.
She'd lost her place
at the RSU in Wales.
Someone else was sent
there from Crown Court,
it always happens.
She'll be down the medical
ward a couple of days.
It wasn't as bad as it looked.
Mitch,
I've asked Stewart
to replace you.
Why?
It's not...
I think you've fitted
in here really well,
much better than I expected.
But my first responsibility
has to be to the patients,
to Debbie.
What, like letting
her wander around
with a pair of garden shears?
I can defend that
and I'm gonna defend it all
the way up the hospital.
You know, she thinks
she's in love with you.
Oh for gods sake.
These are vulnerable
women, Mitch.
And I'm not saying that
you did anything that...
but maybe you paid her too
much attention and she's-
Oh no, that's where your
theory falls down, Viv.
I mean, if she
was so keen on me,
she'd be delighted she
wasn't gonna leave us
because then she could still
see me every bloody day.
As a patient, Mitch,
and she doesn't wanna
be your patient.
Well, you know what you're
sending me back to, don't ya.
Well can I at least keep this?
Debbie shouldn't
have taken it down,
it wasn't hers to give away.
[dramatic music]
Where's my picture?
What did you do with my picture?
She shouldn't have
taken my picture.
Little bitch.
She's fucking mental.
[Mitch sighs]
[gate clatters]
Scab.
[Mitch knocks]
Ah, welcome back, Mitch.
Should find things running
pretty smoothly despite.
We brought in stuff
from other wards.
It's not an ideal, but...
Right.
Mitch?
Why did you cross
the picket line?
[Mitch exhales]
I have a meeting with John, Don
and an executive from
the union tomorrow,
we can get this whole
business sorted out
if someone speaks up.
What about the patients?
Oh come on, you know what
patient's evidence is worth.
[Mitch sighs]
[door thuds]
Hello, yeah, erm,
can I have the number
of a flower shop please?
No, one that delivers.
Near Talyard.
Yeah.
Bastards.
[feet slapping]
Don.
Don.
Don, Don.
[Narrator] The start
of the rainy season
is the peak courtship
period for capybaras.
Bonds between the
sexes seem to be brief,
some females mate with
several males within a group,
but the dominant male will
always take precedence.
And it's the size of the nose
mound as sign of magnetry-
Shouldn't some of these
be in Sex Matters?
[Narrator] And he seems
to fancy his chances
with this female.
Yeah.
Terry?
[Narrator] The dominant
male repeatedly engages-
Terry?
Why aren't you in your group?
Can't there's not enough staff.
Well don't just sit there,
gawping at the telly,
have a game of pool or summat.
We can't there's
not enough staff.
Well come on, I'll
give you a game.
I know you're useless,
I'll give you a head start.
Keith, you want the computer on?
You're all right.
Let's have the computer on
and that bastard telly off.
Right, okay, telly's off,
you don't need to sit there
and gawp at it.
Set them up, Terry, go on.
Scab.
Yeah, yeah, Richard, piss off,
you're not even
supposed to be in here.
-[trolley rattles]
-[Richard screams]
[trolley clatters]
[Mitch grunts]
Scab, scab, scab, scab.
[Mitch grunting]
[Richard groaning]
Bastards.
[Richard sobbing]
[strikers murmuring]
[Don] Blackleg.
[Strikers] Scab, scab!
[Don] Scab!
[Strikers] Scab,
scab, scab, scab.
What do you want, Bridges?
Not in front of these bastards,
this is a serious dispute,
not fodder for the tabloids.
[camera clicks]
I'll see you, Bridges.
[patrons murmuring]
What's this the Lonestar Saloon?
Yes please, Rog.
Sorry, we don't serve scabs.
Here you go.
Cheers, Jerry.
Just the one, Mitch, eh.
Where's dickhead, then?
Oh is that what
you come here for?
Fisticuffs with Don?
No, I had to get out, too quiet.
Yeah, tell me about it.
Well at least I won't end up
a pisshead like you, Jerry,
the bastards won't
even serve me.
It's your own fault.
Man's gotta do.
Anyway, what have I done?
This strike is cock
and you know it,
you're having go
at the management,
they're not gonna give in.
And who gives a shit what
happens to the patients?
I ain't had nothing yet.
Union's been in touch, Don goes
in the early shift tomorrow,
if he doesn't work,
patients stay locked up.
You can't do that.
Jesus, Jerry.
What's it gonna do to them?
They're gonna freak.
You can't let them do that.
Yeah well if it
doesn't cause a fuck up
there's no point is there.
Oh this is shit.
[suspenseful music]
[engine thrums]
Mr Dunn, Mr Dunn.
Have you heard
about the lock in?
Yeah.
Well you can't let them do that,
that's gonna do the
patients heads in.
Caging them up, they won't
know what the hells going on,
I'm telling ya, it's
gonna be horrible.
-Yes well I agree-
-Look if I tell you,
that I saw Don
Bridges, deliberately
assault, Gary Walters,
not in the dining room,
but after in seclusion,
when Gary was under control,
giving no resistance.
If I tell you I had
to stop Dom Bridges
from kicking the fucking
shit out of Gary Walters,
will you go and see someone
tomorrow and get this stopped?
They can't support Don
if there's actual proof
of what he did.
Is this just your
word against his?
Yeah but...
I've just had a
phone call about you.
Of course you have, the
bastards are out to get me.
No it's not about this.
It was from the Sterny
Unit in Manchester.
One of our patients was
transferred there yesterday.
[Mitch] So?
Well that patient has
alleged sexual abuse.
Oh, what the...
Who?
[Mr Dunn] Debbie Harrison.
Bollocks.
[Mr Dunn] You were
working closely with her
in Lynette Ward.
But she's alleged abuse
on several occasions,
the most serious
being on a ward outing
when apparently you
persuaded two other patients
to leave you alone with her.
That's a load of bloody lies.
Well did you send
her some flowers?
No.
Were are you alone with
her on this outing?
Yes.
Well that was inadvisable.
Look, I can't do this here.
Now come and see me tomorrow
morning in my office
about 10 o'clock.
And you'll suspend me.
It's a very serious allegation.
It's also a bloody lie.
Did she say that-
Tomorrow, Trevor.
Who told her to say that?
Oh I wish I'd never
had that phone call.
Did Debbie say that?
Did Debbie Harrison say that?
She never bloody said
that did she, Dunn?
You're a bloody liar.
[suspenseful music continues]
[gate clatters]
Good morning.
[Jerry] Early for you Mr Dunn.
You will have me down
as a nine to five man.
Until the hospital has
completed its inquiries
into the allegations
made against you.
You are still suspended
from all your duties.
That's all we wanted to hear.
Think about what you're doing.
[Jerry] And you.
-[slow dramatic music]
-[clock ticking]
[Terry exhales]
[Richard yawns]
[bag rustles]
[Richard knocking]
[Richard] Don?
Don?
Oi, me door's still
locked, come on.
-Come on.
-[Richard banging]
What's going on?
Come and open the door.
-[Richard grunting]
-[Richard banging]
-They've smashed the miners.
-[crowd cheers]
They've smashed the teachers.
And now with the full
backing of the management
of this hospital, the government
are trying to smash us.
[Crowd] Yeah!
They are not concerned with
public security and safety,
They're only concerned
with looking good.
-Yeah.
-Because we are trying-
Open the fucking door will you.
Open the fucking door.
[Richard screaming]
Sit on your beds,
you're staying in
your rooms today.
[patients banging]
Come here and let me out.
Let me out, let
me out. [screams]
It's okay, calm down,
you're gonna be all right.
Open the bloody door will ya.
You're staying in your
cells today, all right.
What?
I can't hear ya, me
doors locked, come on.
Just calm down and sit
on your bed, all right.
Is this what you really want?
No, you know it's not.
[patients banging]
[Richard screams]
[grate rattles]
Let me out of here.
[grate rattles]
[patients screaming]
[Patient] Please open the door.
Scab, scab.
[All] Scab, scab, scab.
Scab, scab, scab.
Scab, scab, scab.
Scab, scab, scab.
Scab, scab, scab, scab,
scab, scab, scab, scab,
scab, scab, scab, scab,
scab, scab, scab, scab,
scab, scab, scab, scab,
scab, scab, scab, scab,
scab, scab, scab, scab,
scab, scab, scab, scab,
scab, scab, scab, scab,
scab, scab, scab, scab,
scab, scab, scab, scab,
scab, scab, scab, scab.
-[patients shouting]
-[patients banging]
What are you doing here,
it's not your shift?
It's not.
They're going mad out here.
They're all going mad,
they're going bloody crazy.
Listen, Trevor, if you could
just come to my office.
I don't think so, Mr Dunn.
They have, they've got guns.
-[patients shouting]
-[patients banging]
Get out now, while you can,
they've got guns,
they've got machine guns,
they're gonna kill you all.
You hear me, get out,
get out while you can.
Get out.
-[patients banging]
-[patients screaming]
They've all got the guns.
Get out, get out,
all of you get out.
[Don] Lay off this.
Get out, get out while you can.
They've gone fucking crazy.
They haven't got nothing on you.
Get out, get out, get out.
-[patients banging]
-[patients shouting]
[alarm blares]
[crowd shouting]
[gate clangs]
[crowd screaming]
[alarm blaring continues]
-[crowd screaming]
-[patients crying]
[dramatic music]
It's all right, Keith.
[crowd shouting]
You're fired,
Mitchell as of now.
It's a mad world.
[patients screaming]
[lock clatters]
[gentle music]
-[keys jangle]
-* In the triumph song *
* Glory, laud and honour *
* Unto Christ, the King *
* This through countless ages *
* Men and angels sing *
* Onward Christian soldiers *
* Marching as to war *
* With the cross of Jesus *
* Going on before *
I call on these persons
here present to witness
that I Donna Marie Clail.
I Donna Marie Clail.
[Priest] Do take the
Terrence Arsenal Carter
to be my lawful wedded husband.
Do take the Terrence
Arsehole Carter
to be my lawful wedded,
[giggles] arsehole.
Shut up, shut up.
Donna.
Do take the Terrence
Arsenal Carter.
To be my lawful wedded husband.
To be my lawful wedded husband.
[upbeat music]
* Get it on, bang
a gong, get it on *
That bitch has got my suit on.
That's my suit.
Don't you be worried
-about the suit.
-It's my suit.
Get on an enjoy
yourself, all right.
Hey up, you all right?
Look at you two.
* In your shoes and
your stockings *
* You're windy and
wild, oh yeah *
* Well you're built like a car *
* You've got a hubcap
diamond star halo *
* You're dirty, sweet
and you're my girl *
[Mitch] Here, Richard.
* Get it on *
This isn't so bad,
nice and moist.
Oh you probably got
the bit they pissed in.
Lovely spread, Viv,
got yours well trained.
Hey should've got a
load to do the photos.
Terry Carter's no celebrity.
They're all bloody
celebrities in here, mate.
Keith says any requests?
[all laughing]
"Seven little girls
sitting in the backseat"
Aye and tell him we know
what he did with them.
And now a special record
for the lovely couple.
A special message
from the King himself.
This one's for you,
Terry and Donna.
[guests cheering]
* It's now or never *
* Come hold me tight *
* Kiss me, my darling *
* Be mine tonight *
* Tomorrow will be today *
* It's now or never *
* My love *
[guests cheering]
[gravel crunching]
There we are, Terry,
the honeymoon suite.
I hope you enjoy your stay.
[keys jangle]
[lock clatters]
The happy couple, eh.
Aye.
It's maybe as well
he couldn't shag her.
You can imagine a kid between
Beastie boy and petrol bomb.
[Jerry laughs]
[bleats] How was it for you
darling? [imitates explosion]
* Irene, good night *
* Good night, Irene,
good night, Irene *
* I'll see you *
* In my dreams *
I'm back to yours for
a nightcap, Mitchell.
Hey no, no, I'm off to me bed.
Getting old.
Eh?
Is he past it?
Can't stand the
pace anymore, mate.
Just you and me then, Jerry.
[Jerry] Yep.
Hey, he's had enough.
[Don] He's all right.
[Don and Jerry murmuring]
* Only dream this and that *
[Jerry] Later, Mitch.
Later, Jerry.
[cassette clatters]
[gentle music]
* Are you lonesome tonight *
* Do you miss me tonight *
* Are you sorry we're
drifting apart *
* Does your memory *
[Donna] You wait what
I'm gonna do to you
when we get out of here.
Do you wanna know what
I'm gonna do to you?
Do you wanna hear?
Getting a hard-on.
* Do the chairs
in your parlour *
* Seem empty and bare *
* Do you gaze at your doorstep *
* And picture me there *
* Is your heart filled *
I don't know why we can't have
visitors from
inside the hospital.
Then me and Terry could
see each other every day.
Yeah.
We are actually married.
What you doing?
He might be looking
out the window.
God, I want him.
[gates clattering]
Great choice, Jerry.
"Watership Down" inspired.
Yeah well, Anal
Sex 2 was out then.
Good shot.
How you going, Keith?
How's the old life
story coming along?
Oh very well.
I mean it's very, erm,
would you like to read it?
Er, yeah, love to.
All right, Gary.
Where's my suit?
You bastard, I
want my suit back.
-[Terry screams]
-Where's my suit?
-Where's my suit?
-Gary.
-Gary.
-Where's my suit?
Gary, Gary, Gary.
Hey, what's the problem?
Gary, tell me what
the problem is.
Come on.
He's got my suit.
My, my best suit.
And I want it back, you bastard.
-I want it back!
-Gary.
Look, Gary.
I don't know what's
upsetting you, do I?
And until I do, I
can't get it sorted.
Now do you want to
have a little chat?
Just you and me.
All right.
We're gonna go to your room.
Come on, we can talk in there.
-Come on.
-[Gary heavily breathing]
[cue clatters]
Should settle down, boys.
Growing up fast, your
two, aren't they, Gary.
I saw them when Siobhan
brought them in last visit.
I, I don't like her bringing
them in here, Mitch.
She says, "They got
to see their daddy."
My old man used to have
me up here all the time
when he was in here.
Working here.
You're a bit pissed off
with Terry, aren't you.
Beastie Boy. [laughs]
He wore my suit
to his wedding.
He can't do that.
He can't get married in my suit.
Oi, oi, there's
you suit, you twat.
Hanging up there, all right.
[staff faintly speaking]
[Staff Member] In the office.
Is there anything
else bothering you?
[staff faintly speaking]
Fine.
-[door thuds]
-[lock clatters]
He's all right.
I told you he'd know
that bastard suit.
[Don laughs]
It's not funny.
Trevor.
Trevor, can we have a chat
if you've got a moment?
In here.
Oh, get in there.
Piss off.
[imitates sucking]
Stuart.
This isn't intended as a
personal criticism, Trevor,
but yesterday I overheard
you making comments
about the patients,
which I felt,
we felt were inappropriate.
You were discussing
the possibility
of a sexual relationship
between Terry and Donna
and using nicknames
that made reference
to their index offences.
That was a private
conversation, sweetheart.
There's far too much
of this on the wards.
It indicates a basic
lack of respect.
We have the crack
with the patients,
they like it, you know that.
Of course we could
go the other way,
call them sir and madam,
have no bloody
interaction at all.
[feet slapping]
Don, Don.
Don.
Come here, Richard, mate.
Nice shower?
Perfect, eh.
Time for tea now.
Nice cup of tea, eh?
Where's your dressing
gown, here we are.
[patients faintly chattering]
Need therapy, contact Faye.
[Don laughs]
Tell me about this
special hospital.
No.
Stick that on the notice board.
I will.
-[Don laughs]
-I will.
You might get the tight-arse
bitch an offer, eh.
That's what she needs.
Shit, I'm not eating shit.
Shit, I'm not eating this shit.
I'm not eating this shit.
I'm not eating shit.
I'm not eating shit.
[plate clatters]
I'm not eating that shit.
Clear that up.
No, you clear it up.
I'm not your slave.
You clear that shit up.
Well, no, white men don't
clear up after niggers, Gary.
[patients laughing]
Get them up, clear it up.
Just do it.
-[Gary thuds]
-[patients laughing]
You eat this shit.
You are the shit.
You eat the shit.
[Don groans]
You eat the shit.
-You bastard.
-[alarm blaring]
Piece o' shit.
-Fuck you eat this shit.
-Gary!
[Gary incomprehensibly speaking]
See how you like it, eh.
[radiator clangs]
[patients moaning]
Stop it, Don, you bastard.
Come on, that's it!
Get his legs.
Get on with your dinners.
Come on.
-[patients sobbing]
-[alarm blaring]
[Gary groaning]
[Gary coughs]
[Gary moaning]
[Gary coughing]
[gate clatters]
[Gary murmuring]
[Mitch] Okay, gently, lads.
I'll say when.
You dirty wog.
Now you will stay here
until you say you are sorry,
you shit-for-brains
black bastard.
[Gary chuckles]
[fist thuds]
Hey.
-[fist thuds]
-[Gary groans]
Are you laughing?
[Gary splutters]
-What you think it's funny?
-Mitch, come here a minute.
You what?
[Jerry] Come here.
Yeah. Come on.
-You've done enough.
-[Gary spluttering]
Aren't you laughing?
-Ey, ey?
-[Gary spluttering]
[feet thumping]
Don.
[Gary groaning]
Get out of here, quick, now.
Get him a drink.
[items clattering]
We gotta get him off this ward.
He shouldn't be on
Partridge, he's violent.
It's a security risk
keeping him here.
Who, Richard?
No the black bastard.
He'll think twice before
he messes with me again.
Come on, lad.
[people faintly speaking]
[birds cheeping]
Dreamt about you
last night, Debbie.
You, me and Terry were like,
walking along in this stream
and you cut your
foot on a pebble.
And there was all this
blood running into the water
And I said-
I did that once.
Did ya?
I'm psychic.
There's a stream where
my mum and dad live.
Only, I cut my foot on a
bit of glass, not a pebble.
Yeah, that's right.
Your mom and dad
were there as well.
And they were telling us
to get out of the water-
What did they look like then?
Debbie's mum and dad?
They look like me.
It's funny you dreamed
about that stream.
I'll take you there one day.
You won't wanna know us
when you get out of here.
Me and Terry's
getting out of here.
We're gonna leg it.
You're fucking mental.
I'm getting out
of here, aren't I?
[spoon chinking]
[Newsreader] That's Richard
Hannaford reporting.
[lively music]
Oh, come on, Mitch.
It's time to get up, it's late.
Oh, Sarah brought
this in last night.
Geeks, oh well Don'll
be at home then
they've got gits
in french an all.
Who rattled your cage?
Ah he pisses me off.
We had to put a patient in
seclusion yesterday and Don got,
well out of order.
Yeah well you said yourself,
it can get a bit
rough sometimes.
Yeah, doing the job, Denise.
He was over and beyond
the call of duty.
Dickhead.
Oh, Don's all right
in small doses.
I mean, you're not gonna say
you're not gonna
go away now are ya?
No, why should I do that?
Well, I dunno,
I just don't think
you really want to.
Well it's bit late in
the day for that, innit.
I'm not, hey, I do
want to go, all right.
It'll be really good,
something different.
[puffs] Terry would you
like to light the paper?
Terry, how do you feel
when you think about
setting fire to things?
Do you feel sexy?
Nah.
[Faye] Take the matches, Terry.
No.
That's a waste of
time, Terry, it is.
And all you've gotta go is,
"Oh no, I don't
like fires anymore."
And they go, "Ooh,
there's a good boy."
I mean, nothing personal, Terry
but any bugger can lie
his way out of here.
[alarm blares]
Stay there.
Trotter, lock in!
Lock in!
[doors banging]
[suspenseful music]
[keys jangling]
He ain't breathing.
What happened?
I dunno, just call the
bloody doctor down here.
[sombre music]
[zipper clicking]
[slow dramatic music]
Don.
What am I gonna do?
I dunno.
Not gonna see him
for bloody days now.
Fucking Gary.
I hate him, what's he
wanna go and die for?
-[papers rustling]
-[boots thumping]
Sorry.
[door thuds]
Two patients on this ward
have made a complaint, Don.
They say that you assaulted
Gary Walters in the dining hall.
Which patients?
Don under SHSA procedure,
I have no alternative, but to
suspend you from your duties
until these allegations
have been given
a full internal investigation.
Piss off, what are
you talking about?
I assaulted Gary Walters?
I didn't did I, Mitch?
I don't have any choice.
The complaints have been made
and we have to be seen
to be dealing with them
fairly and above board.
Ah do it, shit all over me.
I'm gonna see Jay at the
union, he'll sort this out.
-Don.
-You were there
in the dining room, did
you witness the assault?
Alleged assault, Stuart.
And it could be that
a couple of patients
have got a grudge against Don.
For some reason.
I want you to go over
to Lynette Ward, Mitch,
as from now, you'll
be working there.
Why?
[Stuart] They're short staffed.
Well don't I have a say in this?
I'm afraid you don't.
[Mitch] Oh.
[door slams]
[lock clatters]
You'll soon discover I
don't like delegating.
I like to be out on the
ward, getting things done.
Having said that, I
think the key word here
is self-sufficiency.
I like to encourage people
to do things for themselves.
One of the nurses started
aromatherapy lessons.
Are you interested?
I'd love to but I've got
a bit of a war wound.
I think in terms of
job satisfaction,
that this is the most
exciting ward to work on.
Well, I'm a professional, lover,
I work where I'm told.
Cut the crap.
You started it.
Ooh, I'm gonna have
some fun with you.
Ah, Chrissy, our plant monitor.
I see you've been lavishing
your usual loving
attention on them.
Chrissy.
[birds cheeping]
[Woman] Morning, Mitch.
All right, you all right?
Oi!
What you doing?
Some of these want potting on.
I know.
Use to be apple
trees here, you know.
I used to come scrumping.
Scrumping?
You never go scrumping as a kid?
Nicking apples from
people's orchards an that?
No, I wouldn't steal.
[Mitch] You wanna give
me the garden shears now?
I'm allowed to have them.
[Woman] Mitch
How's your dad then, Mitch?
Enjoying life by the sea?
Hates it, Mike, no Boddingtons.
You know, we've gotta
take a statement from you
about this do over
Partridge Ward.
They're up in arms over there.
Old Jerry's got some
bloke from the union down.
So what's the score?
Well, there was a bit
of a scuffle, you know,
and we had to get
the guy in seclusion.
He didn't wanna go.
I didn't see Don do
anything unwarranted.
This is what we're hearing.
Well, don't worry about it.
We haven't had the
result of the PM yet,
but it's looking like
an accidental death.
He wasn't very old was he?
34.
[Mike] What was he in for?
Rape, six cases.
Used to pick on
women with kiddies.
Make them watch him come
on their mum's face.
Oh, what a fucking nutter.
Aye.
[voices faintly chattering]
[Don laughs]
[Don] Molly eh.
[Denise] You never did.
[Don] Hey, Molly.
That's nice.
Yeah that's what it
-says, look-
-Bloody hell
the clubs burnt down.
[sighs] I'm knackered.
Looking after the girls all day.
Police had a word.
Yeah.
Was it all right?
Yeah, you're all right.
Yeah too bloody right.
Come on then, let's get these
girls down the old folks home
and we'll go and celebrate
me back at Talyard.
I'm tired.
You go on, I'll catch you up.
Aye, aye, I get it,
Mitch's on a promise.
What've I told you, as
soon as the kids leave home
they can't keep their
hands off each other.
Oh, I can't keep me
hands off you either,
but it's for different
bloody reasons, come on out.
Can't we watch?
Nope.
Tosser.
Shut up.
I've been covering
for the prick all day,
can't I say what I think now?
He knows what he did to Gary.
And all he cares about
is his bloody job.
It's like Gary was nothing.
Not even a human being.
But you're all like that, Mitch.
You don't talk about the
patients any different than Don.
[staff faintly murmuring]
[Jerry] A heart attack.
That's the findings
of the post-mortem.
The police have concluded
their investigations.
Okay, so Don's back to work.
There is still this
business of the assault.
Come on, who saw him hit Gary?
A couple of patients have
made up a story, that's it.
The hospital has to investigate
every complaint made.
The patients need to know
that we're acting justly here
as does the outside world.
I'll tell you what,
Don's been made a scapegoat.
Gary died of a heart attack.
If anyone's to blame,
it's the doctors.
Jacking them up with
drugs all the time
to keep their evil loonys quiet.
They are patients,
Jerry not lunatics.
They are sick people.
Don't give me that.
I'm a nurse, I work with them.
I don't sit in an office all day
thinking up schemes
to keep them happy.
I'm out in a bloody
ward doing it.
I'll tell you the score.
You've get dead patient and a
nurse has gotta carry the can.
[Stuart] No.
Is Don reinstated?
No.
[chair clatters]
[Kathy] I'm coming with ya.
[Ian] Just get back to
your precious cafe will ya,
I mean that's all
you care about.
[Kathy] Ian!
[Ian] I don't need you.
Come with me.
Why?
[Donna] Come on.
Come on then.
Hello.
Hello?
Tell me everything
you know about him.
Who?
Terry Carter, her husband.
Have you seen him asleep?
Mm.
What's he like?
He snores.
[Debbie giggles]
Well he wouldn't snore
if I got hold of him.
He wouldn't sleep.
Donna
Do you like my paintings?
What these ones here?
Yeah.
Did you do that one there?
Yeah.
I do.
I really like your paintings.
[Denise] Are you all right?
You're not are ya?
How would you feel if
you were gonna get done
for summat you didn't do?
It's not gonna
come so that is it?
He could put me away, Denise.
At the very least
I'll lose me job
and then what'll we do?
All right, Jerry,
I thought you were going
to the bar not the brewery.
There's support and
100% solidarity in this,
so even though you're
not on the ward,
I want you out there
with the rest of us, eh.
[Denise] What's this?
I'm calling strike
action, as of now.
All of us shit on Partridge.
Yes.
Hey, I've gotta go in tomorrow.
He can't miss the outing.
That's all right, as long
as we present a united front
come Monday morning.
Show those bastards who
really runs this hospital.
They couldn't cope without you.
We'll make banners.
Yeah, we'll bring you cups
of tea up to the picket line.
I'll tell you what, Jerry, we'll
get all the wives together.
set up a strike support group.
Yes, I hope you
don't get my wife.
[women laughing]
What do you reckon, Mitch?
Well, we're all in it
together aren't we.
Yes, definitely.
Cheers.
Good health.
Cheers.
* We're all going on
a summer holiday *
* No more worries
for a week or two *
* Fun and laughter on
our summer holiday *
* To make our dreams come true *
* For me and you *
* We're going where the
sun shines brightly *
* Brightly *
* We're going where
the sea is blue *
* Blue *
All right, all right, all
right, pack it in, pack it in.
What we all doing here anyway?
Helping Debbie pack,
she leaving next week.
Are ya?
Yeah, I'm going to
a place in Wales.
Oh well.
Well, anyway, you can stop now
and come down to the car park.
The coach is ready.
[shoes thumping]
[cheerful music]
Hey you look nice.
Much sexier than the suit.
Not my idea, I was blackmailed.
Oh aye, what've you done?
Don't be nosy, Donna.
I've done nothing.
Just asked a favour, carry on.
What?
Isn't Mitch coming?
Yes, come on, Debbie, get in.
[girls cheering]
This is down to you if
it all goes rather wrong.
I know, go on, best
behave yourself.
[girls cheering]
-Yay!
-Woo.
What an improvement.
[engine rumbles]
[group cheering]
[Donna] Terry, terry.
Terry!
Come on, stay together.
-[waves crashing]
-[group murmuring]
[seagulls cawing]
Hey, buy ya a cup
of tea in there.
Lets go now.
Mitch?
What?
Mitch.
What?
Can't we be on our own,
just for five minutes.
Oh please, we might never
get the chance again.
Well we mightn't.
All right, five
minutes, no more, go on.
And Carter any bloody nonsense
and I'll tear your
bollocks off, all right.
All right.
Go on.
I don't get you.
What's there to get?
Well sometimes
you're really nice.
Sorry.
No, I mean, I can have a
normal conversation with ya.
Yeah.
So why were you so pissy before?
I dunno, few things on
my mind at the moment.
Are they gonna charge ya?
You know with his murder?
What?
With Gary Walters?
I never murdered Gary Walters
I never even touched him.
He was beaten up.
[Mitch] I know.
Everyone's saying and the
police came to see ya.
Oh, that was a...
Bloody hell, Debbie,
did you think I'd beaten him?
No, I didn't.
I know who bloody
did, but it wasn't me.
I'm not like that.
I suppose you think
we're all like that?
I dunno.
-[waves crashing]
-[seagulls crowing]
Come on, come on,
back to the coach.
Come on, girls.
[gentle music]
[hammer boings]
Donna! Get on the coach.
[Donna giggles]
Mitch!
[slow dramatic music]
Lovely day for it.
I'll be 'round when
he's gone to work then.
[heels clicking]
[door clicks]
Oh.
Ta-da, what do you think?
Me and our Sarah been
at 'em all night.
Bloody hell, Denise.
What?
Well I'm not walking
round with that,
I'll look a right prat.
You don't have to
walk 'round with it,
just stand there
on the picket line.
Well, I didn't know what to put.
You think of a
snappy slogan, then.
I can't.
Well I'm gonna have bit of a kip
and I'll come up
the hospital after.
No, no, it's all right.
All the wives are coming.
[stairs clumping]
Don Bridges In!
[All] Management out.
Don Bridges in!
[All] Management out.
-Out, out.
-[group shouting]
All right Mitchell,
about bloody time.
you got your banner?
[All] Management out.
Mitch, Mitch.
Larry Jones from the union is
putting out a press statement,
so that's prick's
gonna be on us soon.
He says say nothing to nobody.
I got Sarah sitting for the GO.
You what?
We might be on the news!
Oh, sod it.
[gate rattles]
[Don] Scab!
And now you are tasting
a hot chilli pepper.
Feel it burning your tongue.
Cool it down with ice cream.
Now open your eyes.
Okay?
Now I want you to imagine
that there is someone out
there you want to speak with,
and I want you to
tell that person
exactly how you feel about them.
I'd like to imagine that
it's Terry out there.
Not this week, Donna.
[Donna tuts]
Debbie, you haven't done this.
Er, it's just sort of erm,
about being here, really.
Erm, you sort of,
start off hating it, and
feeling scared all the time,
and then you sort
of get used to it.
And sometimes you can
forget who you are.
I don't wanna forget,
I'm getting out.
I just sort of want
it all back, really.
You know, be me, all right.
And I don't care
'cause I am all right.
So are you.
[feet slapping]
[Strikers] Scab, scab, scab,
scab, scab, scab, scab, scab,
scab, scab, scab.
[sombre music]
Denise?
Denise?
Denise?
I'm not cleaning it up.
No, I know, I will.
I'm sorry.
You don't know what it was like.
All of us going up the hospital
and you're not there.
And then they said,
they said you'd gone in.
Well sod 'em, sod
the bastards, Denise.
Look what they've
done in our kitchen.
They haven't done that,
they couldn't of done.
Well somebody did.
Why are you sticking
up for them?
But it's family.
It's your brother-in-law
on that picket line
and your friends.
Friends.
Yeah, friends.
And you have shit
on them, Mitch.
You know, it's not fair
what's happening to Don
and you're deliberately
turning your back on him.
Is it me, have I done something?
What are you talking about?
It's got nothing to
do with you and me.
But it has.
I went up there to support you
and you'd gone and
I don't know why.
Because it isn't right.
That's why.
Listen, Mitch.
Forget it, please.
Gary's dead, I
know you're gutted
but Don's gutted too,
he just doesn't show it.
Why are you doing this eh?
Why are you taking
everybody else side
and never mine eh?
I mean you say you
wanna support me, okay,
well bloody well
support me then.
Well, tell me I'm right.
Oh bloody hell, I can't.
[gate clatters]
[suspenseful music]
[gentle music]
Debbie?
[slow suspenseful music]
Oh my God.
She'd lost her place
at the RSU in Wales.
Someone else was sent
there from Crown Court,
it always happens.
She'll be down the medical
ward a couple of days.
It wasn't as bad as it looked.
Mitch,
I've asked Stewart
to replace you.
Why?
It's not...
I think you've fitted
in here really well,
much better than I expected.
But my first responsibility
has to be to the patients,
to Debbie.
What, like letting
her wander around
with a pair of garden shears?
I can defend that
and I'm gonna defend it all
the way up the hospital.
You know, she thinks
she's in love with you.
Oh for gods sake.
These are vulnerable
women, Mitch.
And I'm not saying that
you did anything that...
but maybe you paid her too
much attention and she's-
Oh no, that's where your
theory falls down, Viv.
I mean, if she
was so keen on me,
she'd be delighted she
wasn't gonna leave us
because then she could still
see me every bloody day.
As a patient, Mitch,
and she doesn't wanna
be your patient.
Well, you know what you're
sending me back to, don't ya.
Well can I at least keep this?
Debbie shouldn't
have taken it down,
it wasn't hers to give away.
[dramatic music]
Where's my picture?
What did you do with my picture?
She shouldn't have
taken my picture.
Little bitch.
She's fucking mental.
[Mitch sighs]
[gate clatters]
Scab.
[Mitch knocks]
Ah, welcome back, Mitch.
Should find things running
pretty smoothly despite.
We brought in stuff
from other wards.
It's not an ideal, but...
Right.
Mitch?
Why did you cross
the picket line?
[Mitch exhales]
I have a meeting with John, Don
and an executive from
the union tomorrow,
we can get this whole
business sorted out
if someone speaks up.
What about the patients?
Oh come on, you know what
patient's evidence is worth.
[Mitch sighs]
[door thuds]
Hello, yeah, erm,
can I have the number
of a flower shop please?
No, one that delivers.
Near Talyard.
Yeah.
Bastards.
[feet slapping]
Don.
Don.
Don, Don.
[Narrator] The start
of the rainy season
is the peak courtship
period for capybaras.
Bonds between the
sexes seem to be brief,
some females mate with
several males within a group,
but the dominant male will
always take precedence.
And it's the size of the nose
mound as sign of magnetry-
Shouldn't some of these
be in Sex Matters?
[Narrator] And he seems
to fancy his chances
with this female.
Yeah.
Terry?
[Narrator] The dominant
male repeatedly engages-
Terry?
Why aren't you in your group?
Can't there's not enough staff.
Well don't just sit there,
gawping at the telly,
have a game of pool or summat.
We can't there's
not enough staff.
Well come on, I'll
give you a game.
I know you're useless,
I'll give you a head start.
Keith, you want the computer on?
You're all right.
Let's have the computer on
and that bastard telly off.
Right, okay, telly's off,
you don't need to sit there
and gawp at it.
Set them up, Terry, go on.
Scab.
Yeah, yeah, Richard, piss off,
you're not even
supposed to be in here.
-[trolley rattles]
-[Richard screams]
[trolley clatters]
[Mitch grunts]
Scab, scab, scab, scab.
[Mitch grunting]
[Richard groaning]
Bastards.
[Richard sobbing]
[strikers murmuring]
[Don] Blackleg.
[Strikers] Scab, scab!
[Don] Scab!
[Strikers] Scab,
scab, scab, scab.
What do you want, Bridges?
Not in front of these bastards,
this is a serious dispute,
not fodder for the tabloids.
[camera clicks]
I'll see you, Bridges.
[patrons murmuring]
What's this the Lonestar Saloon?
Yes please, Rog.
Sorry, we don't serve scabs.
Here you go.
Cheers, Jerry.
Just the one, Mitch, eh.
Where's dickhead, then?
Oh is that what
you come here for?
Fisticuffs with Don?
No, I had to get out, too quiet.
Yeah, tell me about it.
Well at least I won't end up
a pisshead like you, Jerry,
the bastards won't
even serve me.
It's your own fault.
Man's gotta do.
Anyway, what have I done?
This strike is cock
and you know it,
you're having go
at the management,
they're not gonna give in.
And who gives a shit what
happens to the patients?
I ain't had nothing yet.
Union's been in touch, Don goes
in the early shift tomorrow,
if he doesn't work,
patients stay locked up.
You can't do that.
Jesus, Jerry.
What's it gonna do to them?
They're gonna freak.
You can't let them do that.
Yeah well if it
doesn't cause a fuck up
there's no point is there.
Oh this is shit.
[suspenseful music]
[engine thrums]
Mr Dunn, Mr Dunn.
Have you heard
about the lock in?
Yeah.
Well you can't let them do that,
that's gonna do the
patients heads in.
Caging them up, they won't
know what the hells going on,
I'm telling ya, it's
gonna be horrible.
-Yes well I agree-
-Look if I tell you,
that I saw Don
Bridges, deliberately
assault, Gary Walters,
not in the dining room,
but after in seclusion,
when Gary was under control,
giving no resistance.
If I tell you I had
to stop Dom Bridges
from kicking the fucking
shit out of Gary Walters,
will you go and see someone
tomorrow and get this stopped?
They can't support Don
if there's actual proof
of what he did.
Is this just your
word against his?
Yeah but...
I've just had a
phone call about you.
Of course you have, the
bastards are out to get me.
No it's not about this.
It was from the Sterny
Unit in Manchester.
One of our patients was
transferred there yesterday.
[Mitch] So?
Well that patient has
alleged sexual abuse.
Oh, what the...
Who?
[Mr Dunn] Debbie Harrison.
Bollocks.
[Mr Dunn] You were
working closely with her
in Lynette Ward.
But she's alleged abuse
on several occasions,
the most serious
being on a ward outing
when apparently you
persuaded two other patients
to leave you alone with her.
That's a load of bloody lies.
Well did you send
her some flowers?
No.
Were are you alone with
her on this outing?
Yes.
Well that was inadvisable.
Look, I can't do this here.
Now come and see me tomorrow
morning in my office
about 10 o'clock.
And you'll suspend me.
It's a very serious allegation.
It's also a bloody lie.
Did she say that-
Tomorrow, Trevor.
Who told her to say that?
Oh I wish I'd never
had that phone call.
Did Debbie say that?
Did Debbie Harrison say that?
She never bloody said
that did she, Dunn?
You're a bloody liar.
[suspenseful music continues]
[gate clatters]
Good morning.
[Jerry] Early for you Mr Dunn.
You will have me down
as a nine to five man.
Until the hospital has
completed its inquiries
into the allegations
made against you.
You are still suspended
from all your duties.
That's all we wanted to hear.
Think about what you're doing.
[Jerry] And you.
-[slow dramatic music]
-[clock ticking]
[Terry exhales]
[Richard yawns]
[bag rustles]
[Richard knocking]
[Richard] Don?
Don?
Oi, me door's still
locked, come on.
-Come on.
-[Richard banging]
What's going on?
Come and open the door.
-[Richard grunting]
-[Richard banging]
-They've smashed the miners.
-[crowd cheers]
They've smashed the teachers.
And now with the full
backing of the management
of this hospital, the government
are trying to smash us.
[Crowd] Yeah!
They are not concerned with
public security and safety,
They're only concerned
with looking good.
-Yeah.
-Because we are trying-
Open the fucking door will you.
Open the fucking door.
[Richard screaming]
Sit on your beds,
you're staying in
your rooms today.
[patients banging]
Come here and let me out.
Let me out, let
me out. [screams]
It's okay, calm down,
you're gonna be all right.
Open the bloody door will ya.
You're staying in your
cells today, all right.
What?
I can't hear ya, me
doors locked, come on.
Just calm down and sit
on your bed, all right.
Is this what you really want?
No, you know it's not.
[patients banging]
[Richard screams]
[grate rattles]
Let me out of here.
[grate rattles]
[patients screaming]
[Patient] Please open the door.
Scab, scab.
[All] Scab, scab, scab.
Scab, scab, scab.
Scab, scab, scab.
Scab, scab, scab.
Scab, scab, scab, scab,
scab, scab, scab, scab,
scab, scab, scab, scab,
scab, scab, scab, scab,
scab, scab, scab, scab,
scab, scab, scab, scab,
scab, scab, scab, scab,
scab, scab, scab, scab,
scab, scab, scab, scab,
scab, scab, scab, scab,
scab, scab, scab, scab,
scab, scab, scab, scab.
-[patients shouting]
-[patients banging]
What are you doing here,
it's not your shift?
It's not.
They're going mad out here.
They're all going mad,
they're going bloody crazy.
Listen, Trevor, if you could
just come to my office.
I don't think so, Mr Dunn.
They have, they've got guns.
-[patients shouting]
-[patients banging]
Get out now, while you can,
they've got guns,
they've got machine guns,
they're gonna kill you all.
You hear me, get out,
get out while you can.
Get out.
-[patients banging]
-[patients screaming]
They've all got the guns.
Get out, get out,
all of you get out.
[Don] Lay off this.
Get out, get out while you can.
They've gone fucking crazy.
They haven't got nothing on you.
Get out, get out, get out.
-[patients banging]
-[patients shouting]
[alarm blares]
[crowd shouting]
[gate clangs]
[crowd screaming]
[alarm blaring continues]
-[crowd screaming]
-[patients crying]
[dramatic music]
It's all right, Keith.
[crowd shouting]
You're fired,
Mitchell as of now.
It's a mad world.
[patients screaming]
[lock clatters]
[gentle music]