All language subtitles for bad_girls_s02e06_losing_it

I still don't see how you could have
mixed up the two prisoners.

Because newbie prison were late sending
Tessa's papers, that's why.

You know they always lose them when
they're trying to offload troublemakers

case the next prison won't have them.
You still should have checked them at

reception. It's your responsibility.

Well, it was the other one causing
trouble when I was there.

Mad Tessa was meek as you like.

I mean, we all just assumed. Not good
enough, Sylvia.

Because of you, there was a major lapse
in security.

Anyway. Not with the yesterdays. What
isn't?

Well, your attitude generally.

Cutting corners.

Offhand with inmates and officers alike.

Always complaining.

I get the impression you don't really
care about this job.

Oh, Mum, that's really unfair.

So you're committed?

You still have that burning wish to make
the prison service a better place?

Well, I... I may have been a bit below
par since my neck injury.

What with painkillers and sleeping
tablets.

Well, maybe we need to help you back
into shape.

Mum?

Well, you're obviously not in the peak
of condition.

Do you exercise?

Exercise?

Maybe that's the answer.

I'll put you on a course of training,
see if that helps.

You mean, like the gym?

Well, unless you're going to tell me
you're too old for it, Sylvia.

Oh, no, Mum.

Of course not.

Low blood pressure.

Yeah, not much you can do about that.

Doesn't even mean a lot.

It's when it's high that you have to
worry.

Well, it must mean something.

Really?

No, I'll give you a second opinion,
shall I?

Harley Street be all right for you?

If you take as many drugs as you do,
then your body's going to react.

I'm off them now.

Yeah, well, stay off them.

And you just had a baby.

That can't have helped.

Right, go and stand over there.

Here, come on.

Stand here.

Right. Put that over your left eye.

See those letters on the wall?

Read them for me.

A -O -E -H.

L -A -N -T -O -T.

Right, try the other eye.

From where you left off.

N -L... When did you last have your eyes
tested?

I don't know.

Since you left school, I imagine.

Yes, sir.

And the headaches are constant?

Yeah.

You need glasses, that's all.

Her eyesight's terrible.

Sorry. Am I hogging the en suite?

Not at all, no.

So what are you in for?

Oh, sorry, I don't mean a prior or
anything.

People are bound to find out sooner or
later, aren't they?

I'm in for manslaughter.

What happened?

My husband, Peter, was dying of cancer.

He was in terrible pain.

In the end, he couldn't stand it any
longer, and he asked me to help him

Faked me, in fact.

What did you get?

Three years.

Barbara? Yeah, thank you.

I'll give you five minutes, then I'll
take you down to breakfast, show you the

ropes.

Don't worry about Wade.

We'll get you out of here as soon as we
can.

Why would you say that?

Because he hates my guts.

What are you in for?

May I ask?

Same as you.

Manslaughter.

Only with me it was for real.

See you later.

Low blood pressure?

What does that mean?

Don't know.

Well, didn't you ask?

He's Dr. Nono, isn't he? He never tells
you anything.

He must have said something.

They just tell you to piss off if you
ask anything.

It's like we deserve to be ill.

I'm going back to see him. No.

Don't do that.

I need help with something else.

I need the specs, don't I?

What?

See, that's why I didn't want to tell
you. You could laugh.

I laugh because I'm relieved.

I thought it was serious.

Well, it is.

I'm a bit stupid, aren't I?

No, you weren't.

Have you seen the specs they've got on
you? If it's your looks you're worried

about, stay off the smack.

I am.

You really, then?

Straight up.

You asked me to, didn't you?

Yeah, I know, but... Well?

I'm doing it for you.

But I'm not wearing specs.

No way.

Anyway, I got to go. I'll see you later,
Barbara.

See you later. You get up and wait.

Who goes on top? You or her?

Shut it, don't move.

You haven't got a clue what's going on,
have you?

I'm sorry, I don't understand.

Well, if you can't work it out for
yourself, darling, keep your knickers on

after dark, that's all.

What?

Lesbo, ain't you?

The gym?

At my time of life, I don't know where
I'm expected to lay hands on a track

suit. I'm going to have to go out and
buy one after work.

Bobby'll have to get his own tea.

I hope she doesn't start us all on that
one.

You watch.

She'll pick us off one by one.

It'll be me today, you tomorrow.

Oh, and the hours I work.

It's more like the Burma Railway than an
English prison.

Why, you're always saying we're too soft
in here, Sylvia. And Helen wasn't tough

enough. Looks like you got what you
wanted now.

I still don't know much about you,
really.

What do you want to know?

I don't know.

Where'd you come from, for a start?

Where do you come from?

I couldn't.

Oh, own place?

Yeah, small terrace. I'm doing it up.
You know what I'll say, Josh?

That fuse box, they're not playing up a
lot.

I don't undo those screws anymore. You
heard a friend, do I?

We got a fault.

Yeah, funny how it always goes wrong
when Crystal's around.

You know what? I'm going to come back
when it's a little bit more quiet.

I'll see you later, yeah?

So why don't you have a boyfriend of
yours, then? Yeah, the one at the

Oh, he wasn't a proper boyfriend. More
like a prayer mate, really.

Are you sure Josh is your type?

Why? Well, because he's into Jesus and
that.

He will be.

Ah, she's got the thumbscrews on him
already.

What a friend we have in Josh.

Oh, nothing to do with him.

Afternoon. Oh, hello.

I was just saying, I'm surprised you
haven't had time off after that mad test

business.

Yeah, well, I'd rather be at work than
stuck at home dwelling on it.

Thanks again, by the way.

Believe you're in line for a medal?

I'm passing it up as it happens.

Oh, why's that?

That's nothing special what I did.

I said you should get it instead.

That's very noble of you, Jim.

Why do you have to say it like that?

You did very well the other day, you
know.

You don't have to overdo it.

I'm not a complete shit, you know.

No, but I really am coming off a
misdemeanor.

I'm going back into detox.

I'm sick of letting people down.

Which people are these?

Well... My personal officer.

He's the only man that ever really cared
about me.

And he said that if I don't come off him
now, I'm going to kill myself.

Well, as long as you're doing it for
yourself as well.

Doing it to please others will only get
you so far.

Girls are always doing that, though.

Pleasing men.

It's what they're born for. Why do you
say that?

It's like men can do what they want.

No one cares what women think. It's just
men.

Bastardly men.

They're not all bad.

I hear them at night.

Laughing.

Who?

When I'm asleep.

Dreaming.

Men come into my room stinking of beer.

Do you know them?

I can't really see them.

They're all blurry.

There's one bloke, always the same.

Never see his face.

Looks like out the corner of my eye.

Nice man, bad man?

Bad man.

I wake up in a sweat sometimes.

Do you know him?

Shell?

Can you describe him? Might be useful.

Night.

More of a shadow, really.

Like a long shadow.

Okay, we'll pick this up tomorrow, shall
we?

You OK?

Fine.

Not having a wash?

Not tonight, no. I'm a bit tired.

I'm not being funny, but soon goes off
in here.

Open toilet, bad ventilation.

I'll have one in the morning.

Sure you're all right?

Positive.

Night, then.

Night, Nicky.

Angie,

look at this.

Oh, my good God.

Where are you going?

I'm going to go and tell the others.

Here it goes. You've got to come and
have a look at this. Come on.

Don't worry, it's always like this on
the first day.

Your spoon's coughing up.

Come on.

Hey,

you all right, Jane?

I'm fine.

Those tablets not helping, though? Yeah,
well, she won't get them specks.

There's no way I'm going full right.

You'll ruin your eyesight, then.

No, because of Vanny. It's a thing you
know, Vanny.

Don't start that crap, for God's sake.
Because she frowns and is dominant.

Yeah. She's scared in case she gets
those jam jar bottoms.

I'll just sod off and leave me alone.

What is it?

I need to talk to someone. I've got a
bit of a problem.

Is it an emergency?

Well, sorry, love, you'll have to go
through the proper channels.

You can't just come knocking on the
door.

See your personal officer.

Only it's about Nicky Wade.

In that case, you'd better come in.

So you were talking yesterday, Sandra,
about doing things for other people?

Yeah. Do you mean, like, if I come off
drugs with someone else, then they miss

me about that?

I might go back on it.

Well, that's the danger.

With any form of addiction, you have to
want to stop.

Cheryl.

Sorry I'm late, miss.

Not interrupting anything, am I?

Oh, well, not to worry.

I'm going to be a good little girl from
now on.

And that's a promise.

So, I wonder if you could tell us why
you've chosen to dress like this today.

I've not upset anyone, have I?

I thought it'd be a laugh.

You could have worn a shorter skirt.

I like shorter skirts.

They're sexy.

I'd like to go on the tube like this.

And on the straps.

Skirt rides up me bum.

Can you see all right there, sir?

Oh, what are you doing with your hand?
You are naughty.

And you're a tall one, aren't you, sir?
Are you peeping down at my boobies by

any chance? You naughty!

OK, why don't you sit down for a minute,
Cheryl?

I think it might be a good idea if you
and I talked on our own for a bit at the

end of the session.

Have I been a bad girl, miss?

Well, well, Wade.

I might have known you couldn't keep
yourself under control.

What are you talking about?

You've been flaunting your bits and
pieces, apparently.

Poor Barbara's got enough on her plate
without you coming on strong to her.

Show a bit of modesty, if you know what
that means.

Just get off my case, then, all right?

Don't worry, Barbara. We'll get you out
of here as soon as we can.

Meantime, Wade, keep your dykey fingers
to yourself.

OK.

You talk a lot about men, Shell.

I like men.

What is it you like about them?

Are they nice to you?

No.

What is it, then?

They're bastards.

So you don't really like them?

I can't stand them, can I?

Why do you say you like them, do you
think?

I've got to pretend, haven't I?

I expect them.

They want sex off me.

And if they don't get it... What?

I take it anyway.

Is that what happens to you?

It's always happened.

When was the first time?

I don't know.

Been going on all my life, see?

Since you were how old?

Ever since I can remember.

If you had a problem with me, Barbie,
you should have come to me. I've not

to Fenner behind my back.

I keep telling you I thought it was in
confidence.

Confidence? In this place?

He'll use anything you tell him to put
the knife in. I didn't say any of those

things he said.

Well, what did you say, Barbara?

I just said I was nervous about sharing
a cell with... A dyke.

I never mentioned that word.

He had no right to say those things to
you. I feel terrible now.

Good.

Then you know how I feel.

I hope you get your move.

Maybe you'll get put in with Dockley.

Or how does the junkie sound, jacking up
every night in the bunk opposite? That

make you feel safer?

I'm really sorry, Nicky. I don't care,
darling. I'll be happy to be alone

Oh, and I have a fun thing you get real.

Even if I was available, I wouldn't
touch you.

Can we make it a flower bed next time?
I'm nearly in a coma with this thing.

You ever been to Kew Gardens?

No, I can't say I have.

Well, you can take me next month if you
like.

I've always wanted to go there.

We're going to be spending quite a bit
of time together by the sounds of it.

What, are you complaining?

No.

No.

Have you got somewhere to live when you
get out?

Someone's floor, I reckon.

It's only if you were desperate.

You could always move in with me.

I mean, there's a spare room, Chris.

Just the sight you should know.

You're married.

You have six children.

Listen to me, will you?

What you might be expecting from me.

I don't want no misunderstandings, all
right?

Gordon!

Bloody hell. Right, thank you.

What's going on here?

I'm emptying slops, Miss, innit?

Well, empty them, then, and get back in
that kitchen.

You don't stand gossiping all day.

Why is it every time I see you, you're
nattering to some girl or other?

Chuck them all over your spacesuit next
time, stupid fat cat.

You are one gorgeous -looking girl,
Crystal.

You know that?

Don't feel it.

So, you are getting somewhere with
Dockery?

Faster than I thought.

It's scary, though.

Well, we are doing the right thing,
aren't we?

It's not an exact science, Karen.

Well, can my staff help in any way?

Give her support, reward good behaviour,
go easy on the bad.

It's the only way.

Right now she's a powder keg. Go in hard
and she'll blow.

crucify my neck.

That's because you're putting a lot of
pressure on it.

Let the tummy take the strain.

Can you come and take my tummy, sir?

Yeah, have mine, sir.

What's she doing this for, anyway?

She's going to join the SA, eh?

She'll end up killing herself.

Yeah, let's keep our fingers crossed.

Oh, oh!

Oh, I knew this was flaming up!

Oh!

Come on, Betty Bites, Julius.

Come on.

Come on, everybody.

Beds.

Please, don't mess me about.

Now.

Come on, show him we go.

Come on, don't muck about. Get your
hands off me. What are you trying to do,

rape me?

What? I'm sick of men touching me up in
this place. It's all you ever do.

What are you talking about?

You spy on us through the peepholes. You
watch us on the box.

What kind of a man works in a women's
prison anyway?

That's what.

Can't pull on the outside, so you come
in here for easy picking.

Just touched your arm. Yeah, well, don't
in the future.

How would you like it if I touched you?
Kept groping you every five minutes.

Please.

What's going on?

She won't go in herself.

In there now. I want a word.

Right, that goes for everybody.

I don't think she's mad.

You should have seen her in the therapy
group.

She's wearing this tiny little skirt,
practically frigging herself.

Well, what she says about men working
here is right.

Well, they're not all pervs.

Mr McAllister's better than most of the
women's crews in here. That's true.

Some of us like men, anyway. We're not
all dykes like you, Denny.

Well, you like Dominic for sure.

He's been trying to get into his pants
for ages.

No, I haven't.

Have a drink of water, Zandra, innit?

A cup of water? My head aches, you
moron. I'm only trying to help.

Sorry.

Here.

Drink it.

What's the matter with you, girl?

I thought I had it.

The sooner you get them specks, the
better, man.

I know it's a difficult time for you
right now.

But there are rules here.

He was trying it on.

All the men are at it in here.

You know that isn't true, Shell.

You don't see.

I can't walk down the land of an atom
all having a grope.

I was gangbanged this morning.

Look, if you could just toe the line
over the next week or so, I might see

getting your job back in the kitchen.
How does that sound?

I'd love that.

It was not a promise, but don't do
anything silly.

No, no.

I could get a knife from the kitchen and
kill Mr Fenner.

Wakey, wakey.

She's bleeding mine.

What are you on about, Denny?

Look, he's saying enough.

Or do you want a strip set for me and
all?

All right, I'll come in. No, it's bloody
well, eh?

What?

Right, coming in.

Oh,

this isn't right.

They're spying on us all the time.

You can't keep those up there.

Oh, can't we?

Well, when have I ever spied on you?

Well, you might not be so bad, but...
What about him? Yeah!

Yeah, and dressing us with his eyes.
That's what we have to part with all the

time. You're going a bit over the top,
don't you think? No, we don't. We're

going to put a stop to this.

Yeah. Your peep show days are over, Mr
McAllister.

Now, go on, get out!

I tell you, I've seen that place on
Denny before and it's dangerous.

What happened exactly?

This is sexual abuse nonsense.

They've all got it now.

You smile and it's rape.

I didn't even have to smile.

It's just a few people playing up. You
won't last.

Shell Dockley's not just playing up.

That group therapy deranged her.

It was she was deranged a long time ago,
and it's our job to find out why.

Oi, you do art, don't you, Babs? Yes.

I want a black marker pen.

We're not going to have to take them.

You want me to cut your tits off and
make curry out of them?

Then get it before lunch.

I appreciate your concerns.

Look, if you can just bear with me, I'm
sure it'll sort itself out.

Anyway, I'll keep you posted.

I thought you were getting better.

Oh, I was, ma 'am.

It's this new exercise regime.

I've been having spasms down my back
with all that jogging.

Don't take my word for it, ma 'am.

Ask Dr Nicholson.

He says I'm lucky I can still walk.

Well, if your neck's bad, then you'd
better go on light duty.

Are you OK to supervise the visit?

Well, I suppose so.

Only Malcolm says any sudden movement.

Malcolm?

Dr Nicholson.

So go on.

What did Malcolm say?

He said neck's a funny thing. It's touch
and go if I'm at work at all.

I'll take it easy, OK?

I don't want Malcolm wrapping my
knuckles, do I?

So do your hands get sore?

What? Looking at them cows.

Not now, Josh, I'm late.

Look, I would show them to me.

I'm going to get a bollock in.

Really? Just for me?

All right?

What's this?

George, it's beautiful.

I fought a cross with a religion and all
that, so... Sorry.

I hope not.

Listen.

You know the offer of the room?

I meant that, you know.

You think about it.

Yeah, yeah, I will.

Nice work, Babs. Anyone see you? I don't
think so.

How's that look?

I said, how does it look?

Nice.

Now, right on the wall, Fenner is a
rapist. I can't do that.

Bigger.

Not your dead man.

You do art, don't you?

Please show.

Have you done that body yet?

Here, give it here, you dildo.

Right in the booties.

Your drawing's coming on a treat, Babs.

It was Cheryl!

Try telling your friend Fen of that.

Yeah, I reckon we should have a major
rethink about our wardrobe, do you?

What do you mean?

Eye tops and long skirts.

Oh, stubborn moggling? Good idea.

Afternoon, Mrs H.

Oh, we are doing the wars, Miss.

What's so funny?

Nothing, Miss.

I was wondering how you were.

You wouldn't laugh if you had to wear
this round your neck, I can tell you.

Must be a real drag. Now, I'm warning
you.

No, no, no, you don't understand.

We'd rather have you in charge than any
fellow, Miss.

You're a woman, innit?

Right, well, carry on.

Jim? What?

Sylvia, get down to the visitors' room,
quick.

You've got to see this.

Hiya, Nicky.

I wasn't sure you'd come.

I bet I would.

Yeah.

Bet it wasn't that long ago I thought
I'd never see you again.

I've got one or two irons in the fire.

Yeah?

I missed you, Nicky.

Missed you?

Since you left him.

Well, I'm here now.

Did he get bored of coming?

Or did he meet someone else, like Triff
did?

You never know what's going to happen.

Yeah, right.

We've all got nine years to do,
remember?

I want to talk to you about that.

I think you should appeal.

Shell, there's some graffiti down the
corridor.

Know anything about it?

Yeah, I do.

She did this to me and all.

Who did?

That new girl, Babs.

She'd let you kill me if I told anyone.

Don't want to bring back the death
penalty for loonies like that.

I thought I'd seen it all.

But an ex -officer visiting a cunt.

They'll be letting him run the place
next.

I don't want to be getting my hopes up
just to have him dashed.

Honestly, Nicky, there's been a lot of
cases a lot more serious than yours that

have had a successful appeal.

You waste your time, innit?

Look, let me put it another way.

Will you do it for me?

I'd do anything for you.

You know that.

Good.

Well, that's it settled.

All right, that's it.

Time's up.

I'd better go.

See you soon.

Yes, you will.

Be good.

And remember, we're going to make this
work.

You took the pen from the art room and
wrote the graffiti on the wall.

And no -one told you to do it?

No, Miss.

Oh, for God's sake.

Dockley did it.

How do you know?

I saw her.

You don't really think she did it, do
you?

Is this true?

Thank you.

Or any time.

Doesn't matter.

Thank you, Iggy.

I hate Doctor more than I hate you,
darling. That's all.

What's the matter, sir? Don't you want
it?

Real men want it!

You can't keep her down here forever,
you know.

Yes, I know.

This isn't going to help her.

So what do I do?

Send her back on the wing and let her go
with Mary -El again?

Oh,

tough.

Letter came for you this morning.

Of course we had to open it.

People smuggle all sorts in. Can't be
too careful.

Helen, if you read my mail, I swear
I'll... You'll what?

I'm only doing my job.

Very affectionate girl, Helen.

Nice turn of phrase.

She likes you.

I'm sorry, but there it is.

I thought the sessions were helping.

I thought you in particular got
something from them.

Especially as regards your violent past.

I was never violent.

Who wasn't?

Who?

Who wasn't violent?

My dad.

It wasn't his fault.

I wanted it.

The judge who sent me down, he said I
was evil, personified.

I must have been to have wanted that.

To have wanted what?

How old were you when this started,
Cheryl?

About 11 or 12.

And you never spoke to your mother about
it?

My mum.

It was her who made me do it.

Fenner. What, he said no?

I don't need to think. Accepting my
letters from Helen and reading them.

What?

Is that allowed?

Yeah, when it suits them. Security
reasons.

Then one day I... Hey!

Hey! What's going on? Where's my mail?
What makes you think you've got any?

There was a letter for me this morning.
No, there wasn't. Yes, there was.

Fenner's got it.

You had nothing to do with the mail this
morning. I did it.

Why? Expecting something from someone,
were you?

Looks like she's forgotten you.

He was winding me up.

He'll do it in the future, though.

Do they read everyone's mail? No, only
people they don't like. Don't worry,

won't read yours.

In that case, maybe I could help.

I sit on his knee and give him a cuddle.

And then I'd give him a kiss.

went from there.

And you couldn't stop him?

No, you don't understand.

He didn't want to do it.

It was me forcing him.

Shel, when things like this happen, it
is never because the child wants it.

Why did my mum get cross with me then?

She used to make a jealousy.

That's why I did it half the time. It
would be his favourite.

I thought you said she made you do it.

Yeah.

say cross.

She was only cross at first.

After that... Well, it weren't me and
Dad after that.

Anyway, my dad buggered off about eight
years ago. I don't even know where he is

now.

It's all in the past, isn't it?

Cheryl, you've got to understand what
they did was an extremely serious crime.

I keep telling you, I wanted it.

I'm not like them kids on Childline
ringing up and grouching on their

enjoyed it.

Do you still see your mother?

She looks after my kids while I'm in
here, don't she? The new fella.

Not worried for their safety, are you?

No.

It's you who wanted sex after all, isn't
it? Not your parents.

I don't know.

I'm not sure anymore.

God, if anything's happened to them,
I'll never forgive myself.

It's all my fault.

None of what you have just told me is
your fault.

I'd like to

see you wearing them.

How do you feel?

All right.

My head still feels like a building
truck's put on it.

Well, it's not going to happen
overnight, is it?

Let me know if it doesn't get any
better, yeah?

See you later, Groucho.

Piss off!

Ross is for next month.

You asked to see them.

Thanks, Jim.

Something wrong?

I'm going to have to stop the therapy
sessions.

Don't tell me you're not pleased.

I just don't think prisons are ready for
it yet.

That's my reservation as well.

Decided.

And without support from above...

I've also decided to bring Shell back on
the wing.

Is that wise?

She's had four days. I haven't had to
keep her there any longer.

Right.

Oh, by the way.

I saw this in the local paper.

Glad to see she's on the mend.

That's a bit heavy going for a no -hoper
like you.

What are you doing here? One of those
irons of the fire I was telling you

You got a job here?

Prison service professional.

What?

I'm working for area management.

Special programme for women lifers. I'm
back in your case.

Literally.

Nice to have you back, sir. Do you
really mean that, sir?

Of course I do.

I'm going to try really hard this time,
sir.

I don't want to go down the block again,
ever.

I want to be here with my friends.

All right, let's hope you manage it.

Come in, Sylvia.

Sit down.

Like no better?

Oh, I'm soldiering on, Mum.

My Bobby's not too happy about my coming
into work, but what can you do? Can't

let a side down, can you?

Is Bobby your partner?

He's my husband.

No.

I mean your dancing partner.

Did Malcolm prescribe ballroom dancing
as well?

It was just that one evening, Mum.

Don't dig yourself in deeper, Sylvia.

I don't like liars and I don't like
skivers.

One more slip.

I did think four weeks' training would
be enough.

I'm extending it to three months now.

And if I see you in that neck brace
again, I'm going to rip it off and stick

where the sun don't shine.

Now get out and start behaving like a
senior officer.

Mum.

What, and you're not having me on?

Straight up, Sam.

They're the biz.

Your hair could do with a bit of a
makeover, though.

Yeah, how about having it up?

Oh, yeah, what, with, like, long, fringy
bits over your eyes?

What, so I can't see out the speck?

Yeah, but you look dead tasty, though,
wouldn't you?

Yeah, we should give you a makeover,
too, while we're about it. For your new

fella. Well, how many of you got it in
for me and the next you're trying to

me up? Make your mind up, man.

Yeah, well, we aren't the ones with a
problem in that department, are we?

What do you mean?

Well, do you have something to ask her?

No, I ain't. Yeah.

Well, we was wondering, you know, it's
hard to be nosy or nothing, but... You

being a Christian in there... Yeah, does
that mean that you've never... Is that

all you two can think about?

Oh, no.

Tell them to mind their own business.

I don't care.

I'm a virgin and I'm proud of it. And I
will stay that way until my wedding

night, innit?

You want to hurry up and get married,
love? You don't know what you're

How did Chelsea?

A lot better.

Goodness, for that.