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I haven't had a visit in five years.

Cheeky bugger.

I mean, he could be anything.

A child molester or a rapist.

- No, I don't think so.

- You can't tell, can you?

Well, I can tell he's lonely.

Come on, five years without a visit,

so would you be.

Those are all for the prison.

I hate it when patients do that.

He used to run his own business,

so he said.

Thieving probably.

Or drugs.

Anyway. I'm sure you're not allowed to visit.

Not in a prison attached to.

Quite.

Bet he knows, too.

Just trying it on.

Can't blame them, really, I suppose.

Mum, it's not dangerous.

There are prison officers everywhere.

Not in the room, not with you.

- No, but...

- It's so different. I wish you'd told us.

There's been such a lot happening,

what with moving and everything.

Have you seen Simon?

No, I haven't seen him.

I just thought...

You still haven't sold the house...

Mum, this is London.

The property market's collapsed,

that's why we haven't sold it.

Him in that beautyful house...

And you were always such a clever girl.

Come on, duck. Come to see your dad.

That's brandy and coke.

- What's this then?

- That's Bacardi.

All right.

What's this?

That's the baby's bloody bottle.

Can't win, can you?

Try to look nice

and a man treats you like you're on the game.

Who are you dressing for?

Where are you going after?

Don't bother

and you're showing him up front of his mates.

- Come on, love, move yourself.

- Come on, mate.

Come on. Can we move through now, please?

Here we go.

Oh. Sealed visits.

IRA?

Funny sort of IRA men.

- Hardly recognised you.

- I don't look that different, do I?

You look great.

Sit down.

- All right?

- I'm sure staff aren't allowed to visit.

- It's all right. They won't clock you.

- They're not blind.

Yeah, they are.

They don't see people, just bodies.

They count them in and count them out.

- You could train monkeys to do that.

- Why are you shaking then?

You'd do well in here.

That's what we spend half our lives doing.

Reading each other.

Oh, yeah.

So, what you wanna do?

Eat first, then the pictures,

or pictures first?

No, nothing to see, is there?

No, you're probably right.

I'm fed up with going out anyway.

I don't know how you do it.

Coming back in the evenings.

- It's the weekends that are a real killer.

- Empty?

Yeah, how about you?

- Me?

- Facing into this lot?

Psychopaths and gangsters,

and that's just the screws.

I used to share a practice in Clapham.

Oh, yeah?

I did jobs all over Clapham.

No, not, you know, no.

No, proper job.

Wiring and rewiring houses, contracting.

Stockwell, Brixton. Brixton, lived there.

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