Captives Page #3

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No.

I hate wearing it.

He had an affair.

My husband.

She was very beautiful, apparently.

- How could he be so bloody stupid?

- Well...

No more shopping trips?

I got mugged though.

You'll be seeing to his teeth.

- In the jail?

- Oh yeah.

Where I did most of my time, up North,

that was much quieter.

It had to be,

so many dangerous people walking about.

Down here, it's all...

junkies, and crackheads, and kids

making a name for themselves.

- Why not stay up North?

- That's long sentences.

When you come to the end,

when you're going out,

they put you in short term, like this one.

But any trouble, they can knock

you back a year, two years.

Any little thing.

- Asking me?

- Maybe.

I could report you.

Well, you've had plenty of time.

I've still got your note.

Evidence.

Yeah, but you won't use it, will you?

I could lose my job.

Can't have that, can we?

- Someone could see us.

- Just a chance meeting.

Well, that depends...

On what?

A pillow case is a pillow case, mate.

It ain't a suit of armour.

Sorry mate. We heard you had rocks,

heard you were bringing in parcels.

I don't do drugs.

- You know where to go for that, don't you?

- Towler?

I owe him a grand already.

Oi, cosyhead! You shut up, man.

You give me a f***ing headache.

Hi man. Where's my script?

I said, where's my damn script?

All right, Towler. Shut it.

Bite.

Now down.

Open.

Bite.

Toerag...

Coming along nicely.

Yeah...

Mister... Mister Towler.

Must fancy them, do you?

Hanging round here.

Wouldn't mind the treatment they get?

- Make an appointment.

- Oh yeah...

- Pleasure parlour have we?

- No, place of chaos.

Uuuh... Whips and canes.

Plenty of customers in this place.

How come some files have prisoner's

offences and others don't?

- A mess, isn't it?

- Different jails.

Not wondering about Lenny, are you?

You don't want to know about him.

You should see the book he's reading.

Adventures stories for girls...

Ouone-six, Mister Sexton,

can you come to control? Over.

Yeah, I'll be along.

I'll see you later.

Let's go outside.

It's cold.

- We've got time.

- We'll freeze.

That's not the point though, is it?

Relax.

I'm risking my liberty here.

I know you are.

Oh, thank you, Angela.

I have to go.

- Okay?

- Beautiful.

Hare Krishna.

- Hang on. Let's take a closer look.

- All right.

Bend over.

Okay, get dressed.

That comes under very special treatment

Are you surprised?

Happens all the time.

Oh, yeah?

Ever heard of "Her Majesty's Pleasure"?

That's why she has all those prisons.

I can still taste you on my fingers.

I can't believe I said that.

- I've got to go.

- Will you phone me?

Yeah.

Tell me, what does he do?

Computers.

He's into computers.

- Money, yes!

- No.

- Go on then.

- He's about the same age as me.

- Single?

- Very.

Not gay?

Definitely not.

He's in jail.

Jail?

Prison?

- He'll be out soon.

- But he's not...

He gets out to college one day a week.

But he's not like...

Katie!

- Sue, promise you won't tell anyone.

- Of course not.

- It's important. I'm not really meant him.

- Oh, well, no.

What's he done?

I don't know.

It's not something you can

just jump right into.

It's very...

personal.

I don't know. Maybe he's probably

a bank robber or something.

But you've got to find out.

- I know.

- Katie!

Well, where's your glove?

Where's your other glove?

Well, you go back and look for it.

I mean, normally, right, you meet a

guy and you think he's a bit tasty.

You've got three questions:

Is he a psycho?

Well, he's in jail, so

that tells us something.

Has he got any money,

or you might gonna have

to support him all the

rest of his lazy life?

And what he is like between the sheets,

and you don't know.

You have it...

It's so weird.

I know.

Sometimes I'm afraid it's me using him.

I can see it in his eyes.

How much he longs for me.

I have so much power.

What do you really know about him?

I know he doesn't wear dentures.

I chose that.

Well, I don't know why exactly.

I really like it.

I really like it...

There's no hidden message, of course.

This morning, you know,

just before you're awake

that moment between waking and sleeping

I felt you beside me.

I could feel your hand stroking my thigh.

It felt beautiful.

And then I woke up.

Hang on a sec. Phone.

Sorry about that. Just Mike from work.

We're having a drink tomorrow.

Anyway, love, think of me in there with you.

Just Mike from work.

We're having a drink tomorrow.

Mike from work.

Every time I see you, I want you.

Even in the surgery

if you brush against me

I want you inside me.

Sometimes I can hardly stand it.

What are we doing?

That's what you wanted.

That's why I gave you the note.

Say that again.

What you just said?

That's why you're here.

That's why you're working in the jail.

- I don't think that's very funny.

- Well, neither do I.

Christ!

You had a little get-together, did you?

The GBH Club. "Oh, she's putting it about."

"Must be all our broken noses." - Rachel.

I'm a professional woman

f***ing a prisoner in a toilet!

Keep it down to a scream.

Well, I don't know what you want.

I don't know what you're

doing here with the con.

It's like you said.

What are you looking for?

You started this.

You asked me.

What do you want, a bit of rough?

Phil! How are you doing, mate?

Are you all right? How's it going?

All right.

Just go left. Go left again.

You can't miss it.

Hello... Rachel?

If you're there, will you come to the phone?

I'm sorry that happened.

Rachel?

I've been calling all night.

Are you there?

Listening?

I haven't been close to anyone.

I'm not used to it yet.

I wanna be with you,

I want us to be together.

I tried earlier, the machine was on.

So I wasn't sure, you'd be in.

- You all right?

- Yeah.

How's Mister Big?

You know, I've been thinking

What with everything about the police these

days, we don't even know, if he's guilty.

He killed his wife.

Murdered her.

Did he tell you?

No. I found out.

He hit her during an argument.

Oh, Rachel.

I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.

I'll have to stop seeing him.

Obviously.

I can't...

Well, I've taken enough chances.

He must have loved her very much.

- Loved her?

- Well...

I don't know.

He found out she was seeing someone else.

Then he should have let her go.

- Maybe he couldn't?

- Forgive her then.

Would you forgive him?

Rachel...

- If you love someone?

- You hardly know this guy.

How can you love him?

- Are you all right?

- Yeah.

I'll be fine.

What do you think you're doing?

What are you doing in here?

This is my house!

Get out, get out of my house!

And you might be f***ing my husband,

but you don't touch my things!

These are my things! You

don't touch my things!

Now get out of my house!

- We're selling the house!

- You're not! It's not yours to f***ing sell!

I'm the estate-agent, Missis Clifford.

Oh, my God.

We've got a client coming

to view the property.

I did telephone and leave a message.

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