Solitary Page #3

Well, I've got

to meet Trish first.

So you haven't actually

got the job yet.

No, but I've got

an interview tomorrow,

and because

Lisa knows Trish,

I'm pretty much

guaranteed.

You're not eating,

Shannon.

No, sorry.

I'm not that hungry.

I've got a lot on

my mind with work.

God, that's all

it is with you,

isn't it?

Work, work, work.

I'm eating.

It's delicious.

There's other things

in life besides work,

you know.

And you'd know?

Yeah, actually,

I would.

Well, you certainly have

a lot of time on your hands

to discover

those other things.

That's enough, girls.

Bet it ain't easy

being married

to a lawyer.

Always a clever answer.

You don't seem to mind

the lawyer's paycheck.

See what I mean?

I said, that's enough.

- I'm finished.

- Yeah, me, too.

Did I say you could

leave the table?

I'm not a kid anymore.

I don't need

your permission.

Why do you always

have to ruin everything?

Don't worry.

I'm leaving.

Sit back down

this minute, young lady.

Or what?

Oh, f*** this.

F*** the lot of you.

I don't need this sh*t.

( door opens, closes )

( rock music playing )

Lisa:

Hello, darling.

How are you?

Nora:
Good.

What are you

so happy about?

- ( laughs )

- ( gasps )

Congratulations.

- Thanks.

- You deserve it.

I can't believe

he finally asked me.

What do you mean

you can't believe it?

He's mad about you.

Yeah,

he took his time, though.

Well, you know

what men are like.

They want everything

in place before they ask.

All right, so,

we're planning on

getting married

next summer.

Where are you

going to do it?

Don't know yet,

but will you

be my maid of honor?

Of course, I will.

Come on, let's celebrate.

Hey!

We're drying up over here.

You all right, babe?

Yeah, why wouldn't I be?

You're getting married

and I'm back at home

with my dad.

Things couldn't be better.

I thought you'd be

happy for me.

I'm sorry, Lise.

I am happy for you.

I really am.

All right, come on.

Let's get some champers.

It's my treat.

Yeah? Yeah, come on.

( chattering )

( laughing )

( laughing )

- Oh, my-- ( giggles )

- Who parked this car?

Are you all right

to drive?

Yeah, I've been on water

the last hour.

Anyway, it would be mad

to get in a cab

at this time of night.

I'm going to call Tom

and get him to pick us up.

He'll be in bed

with his tea

and slippers by now.

Anyway, I drive better

when I've had a drink...

motherfuckers.

You're a f***ing nut.

You know you are.

That's why you love me.

Anyway, come on.

Let's go.

Freezing my ass off here.

( groans )

Come on.

- ( honks horn )

- F*** off.

F***ing go.

I'm going your way.

( humming )

Whoa.

It's fine.

It's totally fine.

( dance music on radio )

- Oh! It hurts.

- Seatbelt!

Oh, all right!

See you, suckers!

( groans )

What?

You still haven't

unpacked, then?

Only what I need.

Things okay over there?

Yeah.

Bit of the barmy tonight,

but it's been all right.

David came over

this morning.

- Ooh!

- Dad chased him away.

Oh, no way!

Your dad is mental

like that.

That's how he was

when any boys came over.

He was scared stiff of him.

I'm glad David came round.

I'll call him tomorrow.

It's all going to

be all right.

Oh, f***.

( laughing )

Forever or ever.

- ( truck horn blares )

- ( Nora shrieks )

How are you feeling?

My head hurts.

You have

a bad concussion

and a broken wrist.

Other than that,

you'll be fine.

My friend?

I'm so sorry, love.

She didn't make it.

What?

The truck hit

the passenger side

of the car.

The doctors said

she died instantly.

She didn't feel

any pain.

She's dead?

It was an accident.

Does her boyfriend know?

He's here.

Someone is with him now.

Nora, the police

want to talk to you.

I can hold them off

a little longer,

but you'll have to

see them eventually.

The police?

You had quite

a lot to drink.

Your sister's

waiting outside.

Do you want her

to come in?

- No.

- Come on.

It'll be all right.

How are you doing?

- Lisa's dead?

- I heard.

She just got engaged.

Let's focus

on your case.

Did you hear

what I said?

I heard what you said.

You're in real

trouble this time.

It was an accident.

That doesn't mean

you're not responsible.

You were three times

over the legal

limit to drive.

The only thing in

your favor is the fact

the the truck driver

jumped the light.

What's going to happen?

The maximum penalty

is seven years...

...but there are

mitigating factors,

so the judge may

reduce your sentence.

If you're lucky,

you'll get two to three.

Seven years?

You got drunk and killed

your best friend.

There's no apologizing

your way out of this one.

That's enough, now.

My patient needs her rest.

How long before

she can leave?

She'll be ready

for discharge tomorrow

provided

she's allowed to rest.

I'll be back tomorrow.

Shannon.

I never meant

for it to hap--

Shannon:

We'll talk tomorrow.

You ready, love?

Man:
Nora Gallagher,

whilst I accept

that you have shown

extreme remorse

for your actions

and pleaded guilty

to the offense,

I cannot ignore

that you were driving

under the influence

of alcohol

and were three times

over the legal limit.

You showed

a reckless disregard

both for your own life

and that of

your best friend.

Had you been

sober that night,

Lisa Jennings may still

be alive and well today.

And for that reason,

I must impose

a custodial sentence.

I hereby sentence you

to two years in prison

with parole to be had

after twelve months.

( muted chatter )

( buzzer, gate slams )

( exhales )

You'll get used to it.

Where did they put you?

Kitchen.

Whose dick did you shake

to get that job?

Everyone needs

friends in here,

even a**holes like them.

Do you want me

to watch your back?

What's that

going to cost me?

- That depends.

- On what?

What you got to offer.

Not much.

Then you're sh*t

out of luck.

- Got some more for you.

- I'm not doing yours.

- You better.

- Pick it up, you little

f***ing b*tch.

I'm not doing it.

She said pick it up, b*tch!

( buzzer )

You going to

f***ing do it?

Get off me, all right?

I will f*** you up.

Pack it in.

That's enough, girls.

- Playtime's over.

- All right.

Woman:

Not very good

at this, are you?

I've never really

played much before.

Well, you'll have

plenty of time

to practice now.

Great. Thanks.

You better get

your head around it.

This isn't some dream

you're going to

wake up from.

I'm getting that.

Man on PA:

Lights out.

( buzzer, gate slams )

- Nora?

- What?

What you in here for?

I thought

you weren't supposed

to ask that.

I'm asking.

Drunk driving.

Did you hit someone?

My best friend

was in the car with me.

- Dead?

- Yeah.

- You got family?

- A sister.

She going to visit?

I hope so.

My mom comes every month.

Brings my son.

You've got a kid?

He's thirteen.

Missed a lot of good years.

I was thirteen

when my mom died.

- What of?

- Sherry.

That's a lot of sherry.

Yeah.

So what about you?

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