All language subtitles for Bad Girls s04e16

Dewing's having an open day on the 15th.

That's our chance.

And I need you to get back in with that
screw, what's her name?

Karen Betts.

Privatisation? We've got six months.

If we fail, they throw us to the dogs.

You want to bet you can trust me too?

Really?

Why didn't you tell me you were screwing
the governor?

Betts told Ma myself.

Bet she's looking out the cash for me.

She'll be paying you back a whole
lifetime once we fit her up for this

You've heard anything else about
Atkinson's getaway plans?

Something did catch me here, actually.

Only, well, it's just I heard there
might be a prison officer giving a

hand, if you know what I mean.

Mr and Mrs Grayling.

I never would have thought it.

What, after grinding me down the way you
did?

Needs to be more than I'll have
something to frame and be proud of.

Not too sure about this one, though.
Yeah.

Let's look at them tonight, yeah?

They come out OK?

Do you want a copy?

Christ.

You know, Jim, I feel I've got to say
this.

I don't know why Neil picked you to be
best man.

Well, why don't you ask him?

Oh, don't worry.

I'll be asking him lots of questions.

Trust me.

Oh, Karen!

I've got the photos.

There's some lovely ones of you. I'll
show you at tea break.

Wonderful.

I'd have thought you'd have asked your
new boyfriend for the wedding.

What new boyfriend?

So there isn't one?

It could be half a bloody dozen for all
it's got to do with you.

Listen, Karen.

I don't care how you insult me.

I'm not going to let you hang yourself.

Just put them there, anyway.

What the hell are you doing?

We're moving all the open -day stores
into the library now.

Why? What's the matter with the art
room? Because some little Picasso's gone

graffitied it.

So? We don't want our hallowed guests
thinking you're a bunch of criminals, do

we?

For Christ's sakes, will you just stop
messing?

Add these files in catalogue order.

We've never seen any catalogues, have
we?

No.

Single mom serving eight months for DSS
fraud. Four kids taken into care.

Even the prison service boss is saying
it now, you know that. Trying to get

to be allowed to keep their kids inside.

What, lock children up as well?

You'd want yours in here with you if you
could.

What, have them live in a cell?

Seeing me bossed about by screws?

You're right, yeah.

God, I want my kids to have a normal
life.

So do I.

With two mums.

I thought you said you didn't want kids
in your life.

Come on.

I always said you could see them at
weekends.

And I was willing to let them come and
stay during the school holidays. Yeah,

only when I told you to get lost.

Manipulative cow, aren't you?

But can you cope with them full -time,
Cass?

You know, I've got to be sure before I
fight for custody.

Well, obviously I'm going to have to put
my personality on hold.

No, I'm talking a lifetime commitment to
you.

Bush, what's happened in here,
especially for you,

it's been hell.

But one good thing's come out of it.

You've stopped thinking you can have
Aidan and me.

And I know I can't have you without your
kid.

And I love you.

I love you.

There's no way I'm cleaning up sick,
though.

S goes before T, right?

Yeah. Like, S for Shaz, T for tomorrow.

Jealous? Aye, so on.

Like I've got a conjugal with one of you
big dogs.

I'm not making a meal of this.

Come on.

Just do me best to get it all in good
order, ma 'am. Well, get a move on. Or

you'll miss your buns and biscuits.

Come on now, hurry up, move it.

More perfection?

No.

Reference. You just stack the rest out
the other comb now, yeah?

See that, pal?

Got some groovy glue.

Show you the intro.

I haven't even got the lyrics wrote yet.

Oops, sorry.

Sorry. You'll be bleeding sorry tomorrow
if I can't find a rhyme to go with

prisoner.

Prisoner? Well, it's easy, isn't it?

Screw. Screw?

Yeah. You said what goes to prisoner.

Screw.

I meant what rhymes with it, you divvy.
Like moon, June.

Love, gov.

Prisoner.

There ain't one, is there?

Snowball. Want to come watch some TV?

Ow, will you quit bugging me?

Yeah. Fine.

Here, Babs.

I'm one of those bastards from the DFT
that nicked my radio.

It's on.

Sorry. If you take one of my leaflets,
see what you're doing to your lungs.

I don't care as long as they last me
till I get me jollies from Rent -A -Cell

tomorrow. They are not going to let a
male escort agent see a doctor prisoner.

Oh, yeah?

Tell me where she's just come from.

down the chapel talking to her
boyfriend.

Has her?

On Henry's phone.

Well, hardly get a moment alone with him
nowadays since she's twisted him round

her little finger.

Oh, yeah.

He's got a private office down there,
hasn't he? Right!

Lock up!

Fifteen minutes!

Those who want your blood spilled, do it
now!

I'd better go get my beauty sleep.

Come on!

I'm sorry. I happen to like bunting.
It's red, white and blue. Here, Miss

Barker.

I've got a card for you.

All the girls from G -Wing have signed
it, miss.

Well, a good thing for you anyway. That
is lovely.

Oh, look, Neil.

Yeah, it's lovely.

Thank you, Tina.

It's Julie.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry there isn't a present.

I suppose the girls could have made you
something. So and only, you didn't give

us much chance.

Talk about whirlwind. Yeah, Miss Barker.
You're not going on a... Honeymoon, eh?

Well, I ain't prying or nothing, but I
went to Torquay once.

That'd be beautiful for an honeymoon.

I mean, they've got the beaches, you've
got the amusement arcades.

Oh, we're so little and large, you know.

Tell everyone thanks for the card.

Yeah, well, everyone says, well, I think
you make a smashing couple.

You'd better get back to your work.

Well... You know...

She's not the first one to ask when
we're going on a honeymoon.

Christ, it's like living in a goldfish
bowl.

Well, maybe we should go away.

Even if it's only for a few days.

Funny kind of honeymoon, sleeping in
separate rooms. It would stop people

all kinds of questions.

There'll always be questions, Di.

The only way to stop them is you getting
pregnant.

OK, girls, the guests are at the gate.

Come on, let's get out there and get
them a light.

Be welcome.

Come on.

Chop, chop.

I've got to get one of them visitors to
sponsor me, so I can go for training.

What, you forgot your trade already?

Open your legs, shut your eyes, moan and
groan till the punters end away.

Simple. Told you, I ain't going back to
that shit.

Yeah, right.

I'm going to be a nurse, you know.

Learn everything about looking after
kids.

Then I'm going to have to give the next
step to me.

Or I'll get my lawyer to make them.

You've got a twat instead of a brain
-breaking.

Lennox is a cripple, isn't he?

No, he's going to need looking after 24
-7.

Leave the poor little sod where he is,
man.

You have no idea what it's like loving
something so much you can't hardly

breathe. Yeah.

You see that?

That's because I'm going to see Cheryl
today.

Mr Sex, ain't he?

Me and her's forever, mate.

Gonna be the best hour of my life.

Neil Grayling. Hello. Hi. Neil Grayling.

Magic calmed in.

Home safe alarms?

Alarm? Last thing a prison governor
wants to hear.

Can I tempt you, sir?

Easy. Oh, you're five, sir, you are.

And here's me.

Didn't know I wasn't going to be up for
this gig.

Um,

you'd better sit down.

I'll come get you later.

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to HMP
Larkhall's G -Wing Open Day. We

hope your visit will be enjoyable as
well as instructive.

Now, I know how hard the residents have
worked to make this day special.

And I'd like to kick off by presenting
the three Julies.

and their rap poem entitled...
Imprisonment.

One, two, three, four.

Check it out now.

Imprisonment is punishment.

It's banishment.

It's a crime is what it is. What are you
going to do?

Retribution in an institution is
abolition.

It's a crime is what it is.

What are you going to do? What we're in
here for is because of being poor. When

it's men who make the law, it's a crime
is what it is. What are you going to do?

What are you going to do? Take a kiss
from them mums like we're the piece of

scum. If you want to help a prisoner,
listen to her.

That is not the version I was shown.

What?

Hello, miss.

You've got a charm like Wiley.

All right, you lot, follow me.

Come on, hurry up.

All

right,

follow me, lady.

Look at this.

Off Atkins' wall.

So? If I'm right, today's the day. Look.

Don't place your bets till Rod's in
Kay's bag.

Bets? Kay?

Karen Betts?

Rod, isn't that another name for a gun?

It means there's a gun hidden in Karen
Betts' bag to help Atkins escape,

it?

Where's Atkins now?

I'll be in the library, won't she?

But you can't pull her till she makes a
move.

You just get wherever you should be, OK?

No takers?

Only for the free pen.

Sorry, Ben.

So, you reckon I've got what you're
looking for?

Oh, yeah.

We've got a lot going for you, Yvonne.

Well, maybe you'd like to interview me
somewhere more private.

You know, once I get my GCSE, and after
two years, do me A -levels, then I'm

going to get a law degree.

Do any of you on the Dodge want a bit of
free legal advice, you know?

This adopting prison thing's just
wallpaper.

Hang on, read the facts.

You know how many women are locked up in
British prisons?

Over 4 ,000.

12 years ago, it was 1 ,000.

So why is it shut up?

Drugs.

Well, you think you can punish people
out of use, no?

More likely encourage you.

But the real problem is most women
prisoners are mums.

So if you lock them up, you're punishing
their kids as well.

Like me, innit?

This is my son, Lennox.

I could look after him, but I'm locked
in here and he... Locking some shitty

kids down with no one to love him. And
what's the latest big idea coming from

the prison service?

Locking up the kids with their mums.

Open day, open forum. Shall we?

Say what you've got to say, then go.

I've got a meeting with the religious.
Go.

Not with this young 'un. What the hell
are you doing?

All right, look.

It's from Atkins' son.

So? To his mother.

You're the bet.

You've been set up to help her escape.

Oh, crap.

I know the score with you and him, love.

Grayling filled me in.

You trusted him to keep your secret.

This is all about your bloody ego.

Yeah? Jim!

Jesus Christ.

Not a soul in sight.

Quit.

Oh,

I missed you so much.

If the taxpayers knew, this is what they
paid me for.

Do it for Papa.

Go ahead, Papa.

Is Atkins in the library?

Atkins? Check me back, urgent.

Wilco.

You've got one hour.

I've been sick without you, man.

My mum died, Jess.

Zulu to Papa.

Zulu to Papa.

No option. I'm going to have to call
security.

Just hold off.

Come in, Zulu.

Negative. Stand by.

Aaron.

You want to give those whites in the
area the chance to privatise us?

Let's just find Atkins first, yeah?

Are you sure you didn't plant this on me
yourself?

All

right.

I'll get the guests moved out into the
gardens. You organise a search party.

Lose everything, innit?

You're never going to lose me, Den.

Whatever.

Four visits a year.

That's all we'll get, Max.

Good what Ridgway says, we can both make
apps to get moved back together.

I wish.

I would have taught myself already if
you hadn't wrote back to me.

I ain't coming through that door then.

Not till he promised us.

I nicked it off the display.

Mega.

We're stuck.

Except I've got us another way out.

Magic mushrooms.

So... I suppose I'm your first client,
Care of Her Majesty.

The first one in ages who wouldn't need
to pay me.

Like if, you know.

Bet you say that to all the ladies.

No way.

I mostly get out of shape housewives.

No disrespect, right?

I'd stick to plumbing sinks.

It's my real trade.

Except you have an expensive girl of
your own to keep, yeah?

My sister.

Her dad chucked her out when she got
pregnant.

Jesus.

Don't tell me you really are Mr. Nice
Guy.

I'm going to have to watch my guard with
you.

Might find myself going, oh.

Come on, Snowball.

Where is this? A beaten up line from
God?

Shit, you're gonna have to answer it.

Hey. Say you're the vicar, Reverend
Mills.

Look, just pop him up, a spooker coming.

Hello.

Can I help you?

Yeah. Sorry to bother you, is Snowball
Merriman there?

Snowball Merriman.

This is the hospital.

It's about her mother.

The surgeon and I talked to her.

Hello?

Hello?

Please don't cut them down, yeah?

Why?

What?

Just act your way out with the rest of
the visitors.

Right.

Do you know my number?

Sniper. Sir.

It's the porn industry you're interested
in, is it?

Mum?

Listen, you devious little bastard.

I don't know what you're up to.

But I'm going to have your balls cut
off.

And when I get my hands on the actress
girlfriend of yours, I'm going to ram

them down her bleeding throat.

Feel the wind?

Yeah.

You scared, Poe?

I'm scared of nothing as long as I've
got you.

Me neither.

Just a bit seasick.

Yeah.

See the stars?

Look.

Beautiful.

We're away, Dad.

We're away,

Dad.

Run straight along, please.

Any sign? No. Shit.

Open day.

It must be for disaster. I said now,
right I was. Listen, you just keep this

happy, OK?

Come on, please. Check out the gym, OK?
You two, come with me to the chapel.

This way, please. Come along, this way,
please.

I've double -checked the landing.

I can't get hold of Neil.

Neil's big day's spoiled.

I'm trying to bloody well save it, Di.

I'm just saying, why can't you go to
college instead?

Get a proper education.

But it's been this bloody night. I'm
looking at an eight -year stretch in

You two.

Don't move.

What? Karen, we've got one away.

You must be joking.

I'll deal with you later.

Sorry, ladies and gentlemen, time to
show you around the gardens now.

I haven't seen anything since I lost my
glasses.

Straight round to the right, please.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Straight through.

Lovely. Thank you.

Um, will you escort our guests out to
the garden?

I'll see to the residence.

This way.

Here she is. Go on, grab her.

Your lap just ran out, love.

Go on.

Put her down the block.

Great, thanks. You better be there,
Ritchie.

Come on, you need not take me.

Get her in the cell, go on.

Run her!

Calm down, get her. Instant result, sir.

You've got her.

Yes, sir.

Oh, bang her up.

Oh, God, there's only single Captain
Neil!

Oh, Barbara!

Oh, Shaz.

Steve Moshe's a dynamite, man.

Blowing me away.

Do you think it was a bomb?

It was some kind of flashy fire drill
showing off to them VIPs.

Yeah. All we have to worry about is
sharks.

Help!

Save me!

This is a job for Superden.

Yeah, please sit up.

Oh, Joe.

Joe.

Oh, my God.

Kathy, get me a cloth, quick.

Oh, June.

Oh, she burps.

You all right? You all right, love?

Oh, God, she's freezing.

Come on now, I'll be there.

Don't worry, darling.

Something's on your phone.

Hang on in there.

I'll be okay.

I don't know how you're bothered about
him.

Because he's bloody well going to die if
we don't.

We're going to have to get him out of
here.

Oh, God.

Oh, Kathy, he's in the trolley over
there.

Will you get us?

Where are the bleeding screws when you
need them?

Come on!

Get out!

It's burning! It's burning my way out!

Here, get that fire extinguisher. I'll
get the other one in the library.

Well, I'd sooner try than watch him die.

Look. What?

We wet him down and then push him
through.

What's to lose?

I can't stand this.

Don't worry, Babs.

We'll get out of here soon.

Listen, he's got his papers on him. And
then he gently locks him in that side

room. Shit, what else?

Tread pockets.

Oh, excuse us, girl.

Yes.

It's no go, Jew.

Use the extinguishers to bash the door
in.

Well, come on.

We're not done for yet.

You've got to help those women! No, no,
out of there now! Through the windows!

We need some help here!

We need some help here!

We need some help here!

We need some help here! We need some
help here! We need some help

here!

We need some help here!

We need some help here!

We need some help here!

Fire brigade's caught in a tailback.
Could be 10, 15.

Right. Please remain for those still
trapped.

How's Neil?

They're giving him a blood transfusion.

Chris.

I've worked to cut off the electrics
yet. We'll get down the basement, pick

to it.

Those poor women.

Don't give up on them.

Neil was there when it blew.

Took the worst of the blast.

I'll see you with that thing.

Right. How could she do this to her
friends?

What the bloody hell's going on?

Sounded like a bomb exploding.

The one you left in the library to cover
your escape.

Eh?

We've got you airtight this time,
Atkins.

Mother and son.

The cops will soon find out what is
waiting for you.

I ain't got a son like them, you prick.

Still in denial.

Sit down.

What's this, then?

About the gun he hid in my bloody
handbag?

You'd better find out who wrote it.

Whose personal officer got her a job in
the library?

Just tell me, what's your shit of a son
after?

Snowball Merriman's these tarts!

She's why Ritchie turned up to see me
after all these years.

Said they could sting me for 50 grand.

For the getaway plan.

No.

He'd cruise the boat with her.

On you go.

That's it.

Is this the way to the main gate? Where
did you spring from?

The chapel.

There's not any more of you down here,
is there?

No. Sorry, sister. Just follow them.

Thank you, officer.

So have you got that? You told me you
were going to get cremated. Please.

I can go looking.

I'll take over from Sylvia. Try and
stall them.

Excuse me.

Excuse me. Excuse me, please.

Here. Just one more procedure.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

We have to be through.

Name, please.

Oh, I'm... I'm close, sorry.

Take an identity.

Look, I'm... Sorry, everyone.

It's our mistake. One of you has been
ticked off the wrong lift.

I'm ticked off on St. Xavier's, no
mistake. So, if I could just... Sir,

can we let Sister back to the convent?

Yeah, sure.

There you go, Sister. There you go.

Thank you.

Just a sec.

Oh, it's prayer time for you, all right?
Sister Snowball. Get it down.

I've got us all killed.

I'd rather be sitting here than be one
of them, boss.

Thanks to you two.

What you did, it was the bravest thing.

She's brave.

I thought I was going to be a widow
before I'd even been a wife for a week.

Well, at least we did some good.

You two deserve a pardon for what you
did.

Me and Mr Grayling, we're going to see
to it.

Free?

Go on.

Let's get you to the hospital, will you?

You made your bed.

Now piss in it.

This is the worst you could do to me.

Well, hey, if I'm not on death row, I'm
on holiday.

Not even an apology.

Oh, well.

Come on, hurry up.

Get that bag. Get him.

She's all yours, Atkins.

You've got five minutes.

Ding, ding.

How's Grayling?

He's going to be fine.

I'm going to have to brief the press
office.

Wait.

Someone's head's going to roll for this.

Do you want it to be yours or his?

The only thing I care about is the women
trapped up there.

Well, at least give me the credit for
trying to protect you.

I don't want you doing anything for me.

Karen.

No one else needs to know how you got
set up.

Atkins won't blab.

Trust me.

All you need to say, Ham, today is that
we stopped an escape.

Right?

This is Wing Governor Betts.

I'm instigating Operation Code Green.

What?

Send a trained officer to collect the
firearm immediately.

Yes, ma 'am.

I'll take my chances with the truth.

What the hell?

Where's the bloody gun?

We're going to lose each other now.