All language subtitles for Bad Girls s03e08

Right. That'll be £9 .50, girl.

Oi!

Have this one on us!

The

whole

prison's been searched. There's no sign
of them.

Terrific. Dockley, Blood and Wiley.

You reckon this was all planned in
advance?

Oh, it's got to have been. Even the
exterior door was unlocked.

And how did they get their hands on a
key?

I don't think anybody's getting it.

And the documentary team's van has gone.

This just gets better and better.

Bloody hell. She was banged up.

Yeah, that's right. You must be
dreaming.

Who's your mate?

Kel. All right, Shel.

Then it says you and her are old mates.

Yeah. We've had some good times, haven't
we, then?

Yeah.

See, the thing is, Gary, we've done a
runner.

From Nick?

No shit.

And we need somewhere to crash.

What, my place?

Oh, come on, Gary.

Please.

Then he said, you and I were really good
friends.

I'd like to be your friend too.

Yeah, well, I'm all for helping out an
old mate.

Here you go.

Here's the key.

Oh, and, uh... I want to help you settle
in.

All right? OK.

Cheers, mate.

I'd say Chris the TV sound man had a bit
of a thing for our show.

That's interesting.

Looks like it was his van they got away
in.

Hello.

Dear diary.

Here.

You want to have a look?

Yeah. Like she's going to write her
escape plan in her diary.

Sunday. Must escape.

This place is going to get red hot once
Aria starts asking questions.

I don't want to do a Mr. Thing, right?

If you say so.

I do, so look everywhere.

Well, how about that, then?

The media have already got wind.

Simon, there are escapes largely down to
them in the first place.

That documentary team was a bad idea
from the start. There's absolutely no

in hindsight.

Charlotte Dockley would get far too
friendly with her sound man. I've no

that Bruce will be asking him and the
rest of his television friends a lot of

questions.

What we have to worry about are the
questions Aerie are firing at us.

Yeah, well, someone will be up against
the wall, that's for sure.

Well, this was the man on the spot.

You're not saying it's Jim's fault, are
you? He was in charge.

Thought you might be interested in this.

Found it under Dockley's mattress.

Oh, God.

I always liked it being a blonde.

Why? Because gentlemen prefer them.

I ain't never met no f***ing gentleman.

I've always wanted to be a redhead.

Dead -dead, more like.

Where's that mirror?

Members of the raccoon family, they're
equally at... ...from Lark Hall Prison.

Front line, fast.

Michelle Darkley is currently serving a
life sentence for murder, and Daniela

Blood has a history of extreme violence
and arson.

Officers have described both women as
dangerous, and they could not be

approached. Details of how the prisoners
were able to leave the high -security

prison are still unknown.

Any sightings or information should be
reported to the police immediately.

Well, at least I'll be out of it
tomorrow.

And I don't care what anyone from area
management has to say about it. It's my

day off and I've earned it.

Twice over after this fiasco, if you ask
me.

Well, there's nothing more we can do
now. Night can't contain it.

You look done in.

Thanks for the compliment.

I reckon I could come up with something
to help you unwind.

Maybe that's not such a good idea.

It's not that I don't want to, Jim, but
maybe right now it's best if we keep

things purely professional.

Whatever you say. After all, you are the
boss.

We've had a phone call.

She has a while that she turned up.

What? Where?

St Martin's Hospital.

You having a good time?

Everything's cool, mate. Cheers.

Great party, Gary.

So I was shitting Sue.

Oh, Gazza, baby.

Don't be angry.

Christ,

you're on the telly. Yeah, you've been
on all night. It's cool, isn't it?

I hate frigging Michelle!

for the murder and torture of Lisa...
Murder and torture?

What the bastard hell did you do?

None of these girls puke -faced over it.
I didn't hurt her any more than she had

come into her.

Look,

I reckon the old bill's on to me, you
know?

I've seen them.

So, shit, this ain't really the safest
place to hang about, you know what I

mean? Yeah, it's said nothing before.

Yeah, he was after a shag before, wasn't
he?

What's the matter, Gary?

Your bollock's giving your brain a night
off. You what? I liked you better when

your dick did the thinking.

Then you're out of here. All right?

Well, I suppose at least there's one
good thing about today.

Not seeing the back of Shel Dockley.

Sure Jim more than anybody's glad to see
the back of her.

What's that supposed to mean?

The last thing I want is an escaped
murderer running around out there.

I just meant... Oh, I'm sorry, darling,
I'm sorry.

It's been a long day and, well... I was
in charge when Dockley and the others

licked it, wasn't I?

Don't worry.

It's not down to you that Dockley got
away.

I blame Helen Stewart and her life as
unit.

If I were you, Sylvia, I'd leave it to
area management to work out who's to

blame. It's just my opinion, ma 'am.

I think I'm entitled to one. Of course.

But when area management speak to you,
I'd prefer it if you confined yourself

the facts.

Did you get a chance to read that diary
of Doppler's yet?

No, not yet.

There might be something useful in it.
Here, let me have it.

Well, I'll make a change for Mr Connor.

See you then.

What are you after?

Looking for an old friend, aren't I?

Who's that, then?

There.

R .J. Hollenby.

Funeral directors.

Body bag.

Gone by the 24 -hour number. That's our
home address.

Last place anyone's going to look for
her, I think.

You haven't gone yet, then.

Don't worry, Gary.

We're out of this shit hole.

But if you tell anyone we was here, I'll
be back.

For these.

This ain't gonna work, Charlotte.

Not until we've got the cops combing the
bloody streets for us. They're gonna

find us sooner or later.

Remember last night, you asked me if I
had a plan, right?

What's what?

Now I've got one.

Where the hell did you get that?

And what steps did you take to ensure
the prison's security?

Every step possible.

I don't understand why you thought it a
good idea to give a film crew access to

all parts of the prison.

To show we have nothing to hide.
Larkhall is a well -run facility.

The escape of three prisoners.

Look, I don't see what you're trying to
get at here.

The documentary team's presence was
approved by area management. In fact, I

spoke to you about it, Mrs Warner.

If the blame for this escape lies with
permission for the documentary, just

remember the final decision wasn't mine.

Nevertheless, this prison is your
responsibility.

Of course, Larkhall is my
responsibility, and it's one I take very

But I'm only human. I can't be here 24
hours a day.

Sometimes I have to rely on other
people.

occasionally they might make a mistake.

And that's clearly what happened
yesterday.

Well, thanks for your time.

Yeah,

and you're not right neither, in the
end. So keep the noise down.

TGP? Well, of course.

The prisoners all get banged up in their
cells, and God forbid the officers

should have to make their own teeth.

You might be posh, Babs, but you've
still got a bog pan for a gob. Now, put

seat down and get on with it. Just tell
me, why is it when the screws screw up,

it's the prisoners who suck?

Because you broke the law, and we
didn't.

I read Cheryl's diary last night.

Oh?

Doesn't look good for Helen.

Gives the impression her regime is
slack, to say the least.

I never thought she'd risk compromising
the wing's security, though.

They'll have to hand it over to the
police.

Any development?

No, nothing.

Right,

come on, you.

I could do it, Rhett.

It's exhausting, all this escaping lot.

Right.

In you go.

Not yet. Not after what you've done.

It's not my fault if you're going to let
us do a runner, is it?

Can't wait to see her bloody face.

Him. My husband.

Bobby.

Are you coming or what?

I'm coming, I'm coming.

Shit. She's going shopping in a hearse,
man.

There's bleeding glass everywhere.

It can't be filled with blood and
ribbon.

What's it show?

What place you've got it in, huh?

Think she'd take better care of it,
wouldn't you? Not putting the sudden

on. Bloody cow.

At least she ain't going to be long.
Better hurry up and have a scout around

then.

Just check out the bedroom.

Wicked.

Hey, look at this.

To meet her old man, I said to dress up
for him.

Bloody hell.

You never know.

Shell.

Kinky bitch.

No, not on me.

I bet she makes him dip it in
disinfectant before he gives it away.

Whatever they get up to, I reckon we
could be on for a bit of role reversal.

What do you say?

Nothing to you. You've done that
yourself, you soft cow. Eat your lunch.

What did you mean?

I let you do a runner.

Let's face it.

If you lot had been up to the job, we
wouldn't have got as far as that van.

Never mind clear off into town.

Just tell me how you did it. Where you
got the key from.

Forget it.

I'm not a grass.

Look, Shaz, I know it wasn't your idea
to do a runner.

Come clean with me.

Tell me what you know and I'll have a
word with the governor.

No way.

All right.

Figure it out.

Jim? This is D .F. Culver and D .C.
Brown. They've come to talk to Shaz

Well, good luck, boys.

But I don't think she knows anything.

If you ask me, Shaz just hitched a ride
here.

I'm sure the police will make up their
own minds about that, Jim. Of course.

Must be right under the bedroom.

I had him bunking over the top of this
place.

Oh, he said she was weird.

Hey.

What do you reckon?

No way, mate.

Come on.

No such thing as Transylvania.

Yeah, but they might have been in a car
crash or something.

I don't want to see that.

Hey, I thought you was meant to be hard.

The lifers' unit is in the best interest
of both the prisoners and the prison.

It wasn't met with universal support,
though, was it?

There's always someone that doesn't like
change.

And in my experience, not usually for
the best of reasons.

Some of your colleagues feel you are,
shall we say, overly understanding of

prisoners. I care.

Some people don't like that.

Perhaps you care too much.

Is that possible, Miss Stewart?

I don't believe it is.

Now, what's your point?

There's nothing wrong with caring, but
this is a prison.

What we can't afford is carelessness.

This diary belongs to Michelle Dockley.

Her comments about the lifers' unit
suggest the way it was run was lax,

careless. I can assure you there's never
been anything lax or careless about my

lifers' meetings.

And there's never been anything about my
work with the unit that's been anything

other than professional.

I'm glad to hear it.

Well, don't take my word for it.

Ask any of the prisoners on the unit.

That doesn't seem to be Michelle
Dockley's impression.

I don't see how you can trust the word
of an escaped prisoner, Mrs Warner.

If I was given to conspiracy theories, I
might almost begin to think that I was

being set up.

Come on, Miss Stewart.

Michelle Dockley keeps grudges, not
diaries.

Now, if she did get a key copied from
the impression on that tablet of soap...

She must have got it done on the
outside.

So?

So it was found in her cell, under her
mattress.

Now, are you telling me that she wanted
the soap back again for bath time?

You've been set up.

Filled diary, sleep under the bed. Come
on, it's just so perfect.

All right, then.

Who? I don't know.

A prisoner, maybe.

Or an officer.

Someone forged a... Shell found writing
and logged six weeks of entries in her

diary to set you up.

Hollywood, Helen.

Sorry, I'll come back. No, Jim, come in.

Maybe you should hear this.

What?

Area management are now investigating a
possible conspiracy against Helen.

Come again?

Well, it's possible that diary that you
and Gina found is a fake.

You what?

Fake by who?

She doesn't know.

I'm surprised he does it, Jim.

That someone could be out to discredit
me.

Now, hang on.

I thought area management were here to
investigate an escape.

Looks like things have moved on.

Now they're checking the handwriting in
Shell's diary to verify that it's hers.

Well, that sounds like a good use of
taxpayers' money.

And that it was written when it was
supposed to have been.

Forensic tests can prove if the entries
were made day by day or if they were

written all at once.

It's amazing what they can do in a lab
these days, but...

Like I say, it's a waste of time and
money.

Yeah. Just wanted to let you know we've
finished with Wiley.

And? Well, she likes to pretend she's
not letting on to protect her mates.

If you ask me, she just doesn't know
anything.

So, no clue where Dockley and Blood were
headed, then?

Afraid not.

We'll check knownly closely at friends
and family.

My guess is they'll be lying low to some
pal.

You know what, Cheryl?

If you'd just grow up like her, I'd shag
the arse off you.

Well, nothing's stopping you now, is
there?

Can't you keep frigging quiet for five
frigging minutes?

Make another noise, as much as a
whimper, and I'll hack your tits off and

them, you right?

Good.

Thought you were clever, did you?

Chucking me in a cell with my tether,
getting me beat up by Podjapan.

You have a good laugh, did you?

You'll be laughing at the other side of
your face by the time I've finished with

you, old cow.

It's the old man's show.

No way.

You've killed him.

You'll never see the outside of Lark
Hall again, I promise you.

Of course I ain't killed him.

He's still breathing. You clouted him
around the head.

He may need a doctor.

But he's all right.

Bobby's never done anything to you.

It's me you want to hurt, isn't it?

No -one's going to get hurt, so long as
you do like we say.

Of course.

I'll do whatever you want.

That's a good body bag.

And the old fart woke up yet?

Wakey, wakey, Grandad!

I hope you burn in hell.

Yeah. So I'm going to have my fun while
I can, aren't I?

Look what I found.

I found this upstairs and this here in
the ironing pile.

Get him on.

What?

He's coming round, Cheryl.

Bobby. Don't worry, Mr. Allenby.

We'll just make the selfies from work.

It'll be all right, Bobby.

If we just do as they say.

So you best get them clothes on, eh?

You heard her.

Get changed.

Or do you want me to send Bobby bye
-byes again?

Get up!

We're going to have our very own French
maid, Denny.

Hang on, Shel.

She might be hiding something.

Maybe we should give her a full body
search.

You're right, then.

Leave her alone.

Oh, don't worry, Grandad. You won't see
nothing you ain't seen before.

Please.

No.

Oh, it's all right, Phil.

We've all done it.

Yeah.

Strip.

Everything off.

Then spread them.

Don't forget to curse it.

That stuff will kill you here now.

If it's not quick enough.

Be quiet, Bobby.

It's all right.

It's only after the business, isn't it,
Bobby?

So tell me, what was it that made you
first want to be an undertaker?

Getting a big car.

Giving the odd bod a quiet poke.

You're sick.

Leave him alone!

None of this is going to help, you know.

Not when they catch you.

Why don't you just take what you want
and go?

Because we're not finished with you yet.

Get in.

What's this?

Anniversary present from my daughter.

Let's put her to bed for the night.

You enjoying yourself, Bobby?

I need to go to the bathroom.

You can piss yourself.

I'm not having a stink in the place,
aren't I?

I'll take him himself.

Don't forget to make your mochi dance.

That'll stop you wanking.

Look, why don't you just make a run for
it?

Now, while it's dark.

And give me some money.

There's £500 in a drawer upstairs.

Yeah, we already found it.

Is he finished yet?

I reckon he'll be comfortable off for
the night.

Good.

We're going to get comfy ourselves,
aren't we?

Just remember you.

No noise, or you'll end up pissing
through a tube.

Good night.

Just keep an eye on him. Yeah, I think
this thing's going to run and run.

Karen?

Tim? Good night, Simon.

You could tell what he was thinking.

What are you talking about?

They're sharpening their knives, and I
reckon there's a target on my back.

You're imagining it. I can smell it.

I was in charge that night. There's no
way Simon's going to go down for it.

You're starting to sound as paranoid as
Helen.

Go home, Jim. Have a drink and forget
it.

Well, if you hear anything.

I'll tell you.

Good night.

I'm coming to prison.

You can do what you want.

I hope you realise how stupid you've
been, Fez.

I know that myth.

Then you were the only person I ever
loved.

Whoever loved me.

I've lost her now, haven't I?

Possibly.

Though probably the police will find
them.

No, they won't.

Do you know where they are, then?

No.

You know, if the police do find them,
they'll bring them straight back here.

What, to G -Wing?

You could see Denny again after all.

You want me to grass on him?

The police will find them anyway.

Not in a million years.

Oh, why's that, then?

Because the pigs will be checking up on
all their mates.

Where you usually go when you go on the
run.

Yeah? Well, not Shell.

Really?

Someone's going to get a surprise visit.

Who? Put it this way. An old friend's
going to be sorry she pissed Shell off.

She?

You know, life's so different away from
that place, isn't it?

You noticed.

I mean, what I do there, it's just a
job.

I have to do what I'm told.

You understand, don't you?

I don't enjoy any of it.

I just want to say, sorry.

Bloody Sylvia.

I've got enough with prisoners going
AWOL without officers joining them.

Didn't Colin sit?

No. Just no sign of her.

He's not even answering her phone.

What?

Look, I know it's a long shot.

Were you having a crap?

No. Me and Denny's clearing out now, but
I want you to watch.

Might be worth a few quid.

Hey, don't go getting a stiffy.

Oi.

Oh, those screws are always loose.

Lying bastard.

Denny, get in here.

I told you, no funny stuff or you'd
regret it.

Right then, Bobby.

Here you go.

What are you going to do?

Us?

I ain't going to do anything, Sylvia.

No.

No, I won't.

Yes, you will.

I'm sorry, Poppy.

OK, officer.

I know.

I'm sure he thought I was a complete
wally.

Don't worry, I'll take the blame.

Anyway, the police are sending a car
round on me, if chance.

Done a good job, buddy bag.

Oh, come on.

This has gone far enough.

You've had your fun.

Fun?

You must be joking.

We haven't even started.

This is getting serious, Mum.

What is?

Cremations ain't no laughing matter.

It'll take her a while to get over
something like that.

A while, no doubt.

It's a good thing you got something out
of Wiley, Helen. Well done.

Phone up.

Yeah, of course.

Mr. Casey and Mrs. Warner want to see
me.

Well, you can tell them the truth, Jim.

You're a shitting nutter, Cheryl.

You could have killed him back there.

Yeah, so?

I'm a killer, ain't I? I've got a
reputation to keep up.

Shitting nutter.

How much are we worth?

Still got the cash from Gary's place and
all.

And I've got Bobby's watch.

You've got to dump this tub. I don't
like it. It's bad luck.

I'm going to need some place old to hang
out.

How about... Crystal's place.

Crystal frigging Gordon.

Gordon frigging Bennett.

So you were in charge at the time of the
escape?

Yes.

But I wasn't actually in the chapel.

Not when everything kicked off.

So where were you actually?

I was in the office, sorting paperwork.
There was no need for me to be in the

chapel. Although the television crew was
there.

The officers present were perfectly
capable of keeping an eye on them and

prisoners. We're looking for an inside
job here, Mr Fenner.

Possible corruption.

Conspiracy to let Michelle Dockley
escape.

I'd have her swinging from a tree after
what she did to me.

You sound overwrought, Mr Fenner.

Are you certain you're able to perform
your prison duties to the same standards

as before the assault?

Stay here.

How did you know where I was?

Josh told me.

I'm sorry, but there's no way.

Look, come on, man. Just to know. I
promise. No way, man.

Josh is at college doing his prison
officer's course.

Oh, shame.

We could have been a bit of homework for
him.

Do you want more work for the telly? If
the cops find out you're here, Josh will

be in it up to his neck. Look, no one's
going to find us there, are they?

This'll do fine.

Not as comfy as body bags, please.

But it'll do.

What do you mean?

What about body bag?

I've given 20 years of my life to this
job.

20 years for what?

To end up a bloody scapegoat.

Don't get yourself worked up over
something that might not happen.

You didn't see the look in Warner's eye.

See what you mean about Helen?

I think she's got it in for you.

Looks like she's going to get away,
doesn't it?

I'm knackered.

Skin is a spliff up then.

That's it. If you've got drugs with you,
you're out of here now.

She's having you on, mate. We ain't got
nothing, have we, show?

Course we ain't.

It's like coming to church, isn't it,
stopping with you?

What do you take us for?

I'm warning you, Shel. I don't want
drugs in this house.

Yeah, yeah, don't set your tits on fire.

I've had enough.

I'll see you in the morning.

All right, Shel.

You've got to help me, then.

You've got to get out of here.

Please.

I know she's got drugs with her, and
she's nothing but trouble.

And more than that, she's evil. And I
don't want her under this roof, Denny.

Look, just calm down.

It's just tonight.

I promise you.

The police have charged the television
sound man, Chris Bissett, with aiding

abetting in the escape.

I see.

Well, who could have foreseen such an
abuse of our openness?

Indeed.

It's our opinion, Mr Stubblefield, that
there need to be some changes at Lark

Hall to ensure this doesn't happen
again.

Changes at the top.

At the top?

Thanks for the clothes, Crystal.

Yeah, thanks for last night and all.

You're a real mate.

Yeah, well, you're welcome.

Thought we'd head up to Scotland now.
Got an arty up there.

Well, good luck. Ta.

Oh, shit.

I nearly went and left the money behind,
didn't I?

I'll be a minute.

Good luck with your time.

Police. Yeah.

Them women escaped from prison.

I know where they are.

Thanks again, yeah?

God be with you.

Come on, then.

We've got to catch that bastard
Haggisland.

Hello, 214.

Morning. You're all right, Simon.

You look awful.

This is how a man looks when made to
fall on his own sword.

What?

Area management needed a scapegoat, and
I'm it.

Once we were in the Costa del Sol, it's
sun, sangria, and wet.

We can get rid of these freaking wigs.
Too right.

Hey, I hope you got your passport, Miss
Babs Hunt.

No worries, Miss Nicola Wade.

It's worth every penny.

Hasta la vista, baby.