All language subtitles for bad_girls_s02e07_the_set-up

Ah.

Now that we're all here, I know there's
no need for introductions. You all know

Helen. You're going to be seeing quite a
bit of her around Lark Hall.

Helen's been promoted to Grade 4 and is
going to be working for Area Management

on a special Home Office project linked
to the Lifers Report F75.

Part of her job is to put together data
to help assess why Britain has more

women lifers than any other country in
Europe.

She'll also be responsible for ensuring
that everything's OK with the women

lifers in this prison.

I don't know if there's anything you
want to say, Helen.

Just to re -emphasise what Karen said.

I hope we can work together.

And just to say, although I'm here as
part of alien management, I'm not here

get involved in the running of Lark Hall
in any way.

Nor am I responsible to the Prism
Governor.

Just think of me as a civilian worker.

That's all.

OK, good.

I'll leave you to it. Yes, of course.

An hour, then.

Cheryl Dockley is going to be off the
scene for a while.

Not long enough, as far as I'm
concerned.

She's under observation in the prison
hospital, where I hope she'll get the

treatment to help sort out her problems.

A good long stretch in solitary for her.
That should sort out her problems.

And ours.

Yes, well, she's the doctor's problem
now.

But just remember, Cheryl Dockley isn't
the only woman in here with emotional

problems.

Right, then.

I'll get on with it.

Morning, Ivo.

Good job I got up early, isn't it?

I assume you've sent Charlie a VO for
his next visit?

Oh, you bet I have.

Good.

I know you and Charlie are a very
private couple.

And a visitor's room isn't exactly the
best place to catch up on what you've

been missing on the outside, is it?

You're a very considerate man, Mr
Fenner.

I'm glad you see it that way.

Only, while you've been getting
pleasured at Her Majesty's by your old

been doing a spot of thinking.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

I mean, I don't know if shagging for
England with a prison officer outside

door puts an extra inch on Charlie's
performance or what, but I'm the one

my balls on the block if you get caught.

We pay you.

That should soften the blow.

What, for losing my job, screwing up my
pension?

I don't think so, Tamar.

We had a deal.

Well, think of it as an introductory
offer.

It's up to you.

You can smile at each other across a
table in the visitor's room if you like.

But I bet it don't feel the same.

All right, let's have it. In your
dreams, love.

Less of your lit ways.

And you, report to the officer's office
after you've had breakfast.

What for?

Got yourself a new job.

Cleaner. What?

How? If you've got any complaints, talk
to your union.

I've a good mind to complain about her,
she's so rude.

She hasn't even started yet.

Come on.

Hi, Charlie, how are you?

Good.

How's Lauren?

Really?

Yeah, no surprises, Charlie.

Kind of getting greedy again.

Yeah.

I reckon he's taking all the risks and
we're getting all the action.

He's not wrong, is he?

So what do you reckon we should do about
him, then?

Thank

you.

Hey,

good to see you again, Mr Stewart. I'm
Andrea Crystal.

Things ain't been the same since you
left.

Are you back in charge?

No, exactly.

Look, I'd love to chat right now about
good things to do. I'll see you later.

Hello.

Do you want to come back to my place?

Oh, come on. How come you're still in
basic?

Have you not worked out yet how to be a
good girl?

Well, you know me, Helen. As long as my
gob's open, I'm getting into trouble.

Tell her.

Nicky, just keep out his way.

Yeah, I'll try.

Hmm?

Look, Helen, don't think I don't
appreciate what you're trying to do for

I've got more reason to get out of here
now than I've ever had.

But the reality is, it's going to be
nine years before they let me out.

Look, this job gives me access to the
files and all the life is here.

That means your files, trial details,
directions by the judge, updates on

parole, everything.

So?

So maybe I can find something that will
get you out of here.

Like a magic key?

Come on, Nikki, I'm serious.

Helen, I know what I'm missing.

And I'm not prepared to spend the next
nine years living in false hope,

expecting to get out early. It won't be
false hope if we make it happen.

Lucky. I'm locked up in here and I can
still touch you. No, Nicky.

Look, I know that I'm not the governor
anymore, but you're still a prisoner. We

still have to be careful.

Yeah, I know. I understand that.

Look, if there's anything in those
files, a witness that wasn't brought

evidence that was left out, I'll find
it.

I could go.

I'll see you.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Helen!

Glad to be back.

Well, not entirely.

But then there's no reason I should have
anything to do with you at all, is

there, Jim?

It's up to you.

I know you didn't come back to Larkhall
to see me.

How was the reunion, by the way?

Sorry? You and Wade.

I have to admit, I didn't realise you
were that way inclined. The signs were

there, I suppose.

I've had enough of this conversation,
Jim. Be careful, Helen.

No -one wants to make any embarrassing
discoveries, do they?

Oh, don't you worry about me.

Fair enough.

Only I take it Simon's up to speed on
the situation, is he?

Look, not that it's any of your
business, but for the record, since I've

here, yes, I've written to and I've
visited Nicky Wade, and I've informed

governor. Not doing so would have been
unprofessional, wouldn't it, Jim?

Absolutely right, Helen. You know me.

I like to do things by the book.

Now, pay attention, because it's
perfectly simple, and I don't intend to

myself.

All right?

I think I know how a duster and a can of
polish work.

Well, I hope you do.

Hope you know how to keep a lock on your
lip when you're in here and all.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude.

I only meant I'm quite used to cleaning.

Well, that makes a change.

All some of them in here have ever done
with a can of polish is get high on the

fumes. Makes a change to have a
professional Mrs Mop inside.

I wasn't a cleaner.

I was a civil servant, actually.

You don't say.

Well, anyway, you do the place through
every day, and I mean do it through.

As far as cleaning's concerned, spring
comes every morning in the office's

And while we're at it, there's tea.

Tea? The others will tell you their
preferences, but as far as I'm

like it medium to strong, depending on
the quality of the day. But I never,

never have more than half a teaspoon of
sugar.

Have you got all that? Yes, miss.

And don't forget, this job is a
privilege.

Don't abuse it.

I'll do my best.

Right, well, you can get started.

Miss? What?

I was wondering about joining the
church.

We get more converts after a couple of
days in here than they see in church on

month of Sundays. I'm not a convert. I
was brought up a Christian.

A Christian, eh?

Shame you had to murder your husband,
then.

Could have known better.

What's going on here?

These bloody glasses, they're piss and
crap!

So, it's no need to go mad.

I was just thinking... Come on, why
don't you just pick your glasses up and

and cool off somewhere, OK?

You can pick my arse.

Come on, Zandra, I haven't got time for
this.

Pick your glasses up.

No!

Miss Barker don't mean you no harm.

I don't want that.

Right, all right.

Two eyes, two ears, a nose and a gun.
All pregnant and correct.

Now, have you finished?

You know, Miss, I don't think Zandra's
all right.

Of course she's not all right.

If she was, she wouldn't be here in the
first place.

Zandra!

Something's happened to us. Well, I hope
you're not expecting me to climb up

over there. For God's sakes, give us a
lift, will you?

Now, be careful. Mind what you're doing.

Oh, my God. Oh, Jesus.

What's happened? Is she okay? Can you
see anything?

I think she's packed out.

Sandra.

Sandra, you all right?

Come on, you two. Get a move on.

Mr Fenner?

Could I have a word?

Have you got some news for me?

Well, there's been a development.

Four of them, actually.

Oh,

no, you don't.

You're not dealing with some sick -head
little tart now, Finner.

One bruise on me and Charlie will feed
you a bollock to his dog.

And he knows where you live, where your
wife goes shopping and where your kids

go to school.

It's all right.

I'm for the chair.

You OK, Nazandra?

What happened?

We don't know. She just passed out in
the toilet.

You don't know my eye.

You don't have to be George Clooney to
work out the diagnosis here.

Oh, so you're a doctor now, are you?
It's drugs. You'll see.

Quick test in the hospital will prove
I'm right.

Go on, take her down there. Come on,
Sandra.

Come on.

It's not drugs she's often.

That's right. And I'm off chocolate
fingers.

Why can't you just believe she's sick?

We didn't get ill too, you know. It's
because most of the time you take drugs.

God, you're an evil woman. Take it easy,
Crystal.

She's evil, Mum. I'm telling you.

Come on, we'd better spin the silly
girl's cell and get her stripped down to

goose pimples.

Is that all you think about?

Drugs and strip searches?

You're going to go to hell, woman.

God sees you now, he remembers. Back to
your cells.

Now.

Maybe I overplayed my hand.

You never had one, mate.

Right, well... I'll make sure you get
that private room again for Charlie's

visit. We'll keep the arrangements as we
agreed.

You're not listening, Mr Fenner.

You may be carrying the keys, but you're
not calling the shots.

Not anymore.

What's that supposed to mean?

Those negatives the pictures came from.

Or are they good for a few more copies
yet?

All right.

What do you want?

Out of here.

What?

Out of Larkle.

For good.

Never known anyone write so much.

It helps me.

I want to get things clear in my head,
not mixed up.

And that's what the diary does.

I've always kept a diary.

Things make sense when you write them in
your diary.

Anything that makes sense in this place
would be a bloody good read.

When I get out of here,

I want to use my notes to write a book.

I intend to make sure people know what
really goes on in here.

This is the last place I want to think
about when I get out.

I don't suppose I'll have much else to
occupy my time.

Like that, is it?

There's no -one really waiting for me
out there.

No -one and nothing.

No family?

I left my first husband when I met
Peter.

Peter was a lovely man.

Do you believe in soulmates, Nicky?

Yeah, I think so.

Someone who sees the world just the way
you do.

They don't even have to be there with
you, but somehow you're just aware of

them.

Someone you were always meant to be
with.

Well, that was Peter.

Sounds nice.

It was wonderful.

And then we found out he'd got cancer
and he was dying.

He was in such pain towards the end.

It was almost more than either of us
could bear.

It wasn't murder.

You God wouldn't see it as murder.

But what I did do was kill the only man
I could ever love.

My soul mate.

And the loneliness is much more
punishment than this place could ever

Writing that gives me a purpose in life.

Keeps me sane.

Well, you tell it as it is.

Just make sure the screws don't get a
sneak preview.

And that there's nothing in there about
me.

There's nothing here, self.

Crystal's right. She must be clean.

Crap. Xandra Plackett's got more junk in
her than Steptoe's backyard.

She can fool you, but she won't fool a
pee test.

Yeah, it's in my Charlie, have you,
Nicky?

No, I haven't.

Here, look.

He sent me these pictures of himself
playing golf.

He loves his golf, does my Charlie.

You play golf, don't you, Mr Fenner?

Here, have a look.

Maybe you two bumped into each other.

You never know.

It's a small world.

No, I doubt it.

Yvonne, can I have a word?

You're sweating, Jim.

You need to take more exercise.

Look, you're asking the impossible.

There's absolutely no way I can get you
out of here.

What, a resourceful bloke like you can't
come up with a yarn to get us through

them gates?

What do you mean, us?

Well, you can escort me.

You're joking.

I'm a principal officer.

It's going to look bloody strange if I
put myself up for escort duty.

That's up to you, Jim.

But if one of your mates takes me
walkies and decides to play hero, well,

told you.

Charlie's not the sentimental sort.

No, it's better that you do.

That way no one will get out.

Don't worry.

We'll think of something.

I stuck what was left of the broken
bottle in his neck.

He fell to his knees. He was trying to
hold the blood in with his hands.

I could tell straight away he didn't
have a chance.

It was a hell of a lot of blood.

I didn't regret a drop of it.

He tried asking me to help him, stupid
bastard.

I phoned the police then.

While we waited, I told him why his dad
didn't mean you anyway. Of course he

did, but I told him anyway.

He tried to rape Trisha.

And you lot were never going to do
anything about it, were you?

It was one of yours.

copper.

I'm glad the bastard did.

Burning the midnight oil already?

Got loads to get. I wondered if you
fancied a drink. But if you're busy.

Never too busy for that.

I'd love one.

Yes.

Thanks.

Cheers. Cheers.

You know, I meant what I said this
morning, Helen.

Anything I can do to help, that's what
I'm here for.

And it goes for the officers, too. And
if they give you any problems, just let

me know.

Some of the officers never read beyond
the word jailer in the job description.

They're not all that interested in
prison welfare.

How are you getting on with Jim Fenner?

You know, Cheryl Dockley withdrew her
allegations against him.

I think Jim Fenner's got the luck of the
devil.

So I doubt it's just down to luck.

Well, either way, he's been going about
the job like a model officer since his

suspension was lifted. As far as you
know.

Maybe.

I do know I was glad to have him around
when a woman with HIV came after me

using a syringe of her blood.

I heard he passed on the medal, too.

Just watch him, Karen.

He's a sly bastard.

Oh, I know.

You all right?

They let me out, didn't they?

Did they find any drugs?

I don't know why. I shitting bother.

It was just what Bodybag said, didn't
it?

Have you listened to her, do you? No.

I'm clean.

You can ask the nurse.

I believe you.

I believe you, all right.

I'm just worried that's Alzheimer's.
Yeah.

So what did they say?

What's wrong?

Doctor reckons it's withdrawal symptoms.

What, because you come off the drugs?

No. I don't have a shag in more than a
year.

I need to take a look at the holiday
roster, Jim. Have you got it handy?

Um, yeah.

You look rough.

Light on the tiles?

No.

I had a drink last night.

Helen Stewart.

You're not her favourite person, are
you, Jim?

In fact, I'd say you're getting a
reputation for upsetting wing governors.

Well, female ones, at any rate.

Being a woman's got nothing to do with
it.

I've had plenty of female buffets.

Let's just say Helen tried too hard.

So, what's been the problem with me?

You know, when you first came to
Larkhall, I was really looking forward

working with you.

I thought we had the makings of a really
great team.

Then you went and backed Dockley instead
of me.

Yeah, well, I thought I had good reason.

Yeah.

Maybe you did.

Karen. Oh, is the pot warm?

My feet are screaming out for ten
minutes in a groove.

I was re -empty about you again last
night, Charlie.

We were alone on the beach.

It was full of white sand and palm
trees.

We're making love.

The sea rushing in over our leg.

God, it felt so real.

You promise?

No, don't worry.

Nothing's going to go wrong.

Oh, the day I've had.

And no one thanked you for it.

No one.

Yvonne Atkins is going to need an escort
out of here sometime next week.

The flaming godmother?

What's she going out for?

Well, apparently her husband, Charlie,
his liver cancer's taken a turn for the

worse.

Oh, you mean he's going to die?

Sounds like it.

Well, that's one less villain for them
to have to lock up one day, I suppose.

You're all heart, aren't you, Sylvie?

I speak as I find, that's all, Jim.

Forgiving sin is a vicar's job.

To me, a villain is a villain, deathbed
or not.

I suppose she wants to say goodbye, does
she?

I said I'd do the honours, but I'd like
a female officer along as well.

I'd prefer you, Sylvie.

Then she'll be out again for the
funeral, I suppose.

What is this?

Prisoner flaming hotel.

I've got a good mind to complain to the
governor, you know.

We've spent half our time taking that
lot out on jollies.

Is she sick again? Yes, very.

And something needs to be done about it
now.

I'll get the nurse.

Morning, Mr Fenner.

I hope you don't suffer from stage
fright.

What?

Today's the day.

What are you talking about?

This afternoon, after visiting.

We're going on a little trip.

Today?

You said it was going to be sometime
next week.

I don't know if my Charlie can last out
that long.

And who knows?

Next week, you might decide to double
-cross me again.

Yvonne... Listen.

My daughter Lauren's coming in this
afternoon and she's going to be in a

terrible state because her dad's so
sick.

You get the compassionate leave brought
forward and Charlie, having made a

miraculous recovery, stops the taxi
somewhere between here and Catford.

And then?

He threatens to cave you ready and I'll
blow your bollocks off, whatever takes

his fancy.

And as long as you play along, we're out
of there and no -one's any the wiser.

You are joking, aren't you?

Do I look like a comedian, Mr Fenner?

Thanks for what you did last night,
Bessandra.

Makes a change of truth taking some
notice.

Well, let's just hope the hospital
doctors look for something more than

drugs this time.

Do you think they're really interested?

Crystal, they're doctors.

They have obligations.

Not just professional, but moral
obligation.

So why didn't they realise there was
something wrong with Zandra last time?

said it yourself.

All they did was look for drugs.

But surely they've got to face it
sometime, Barbara.

No -one really cares about us once we're
in here.

Any time.

Do you know how long you're going to be
in here before anyone even thinks about

reviewing your case?

What are you talking about?

Ten years.

That's a judge's decision.

That's nine more years, not until they
set you free, but before anyone even

considers it.

Can't be.

Believe me, I've seen your files.

And with your attitude in here, they
could keep you in here for another 15 to

years.

That's not the worst of it.

Letting you go is up to the Home
Secretary.

Now, you killed a police officer.

It means that they might never let you
out of here.

Jesus.

I thought that was a hopeless case.

You're not a hopeless case, Nicky.

It's just going to be difficult forming
an appeal.

I saw the statement you made to the
police.

You didn't do yourself any favours.

The judge said it was cold -blooded
murder.

Is he right? Is that what you are, a
cold -blooded killer?

No, of course I'm not.

Karen, just to let you know, um, Yvonne
Atkins has asked for compassionate

leave.

Apparently Charlie's cancer's ready to
finish him off.

Oh, right, I see.

How is she?

Oh, she's a hard nut, but it is her old
man.

Well, we'd better do what we can to
help.

I said I'd take care of the escort duty
myself.

Really? That is all right, isn't it?

Yes, of course.

At least you're not above chaining
yourself to a prisoner for the day.

I'm impressed.

On the other hand, her daughter's due in
for visiting later on today, so you

never know.

Maybe we'll have some more news then.

Well, let me know.

I will.

Come on, girl. Step on it.

That's it.

It's all right. We're safe here. Don't
worry.

It's not that.

What is it? You've gone off me now.

Nicky, sit down. I need to talk to you.
I'll talk to you for what you do

afterwards. Please.

Okay.

So what do you want to talk about?

Us.

What we're doing.

What we're not doing, you mean.

Nicky, I need you to understand.

You've turned my life inside out.

I thought I knew which way I was going.
I was doing the job that I wanted to do.

I was committed to the man that I loved.

There's no signposts anymore.

I don't know what to expect, except that
it won't be normal.

So what's normal?

A husband, a job, 2 .4 kids?

I wanted kids one day.

You can still have them.

There are ways.

Oh, look, Helen, you're not abnormal.
You're not normal.

You're just you.

You do what you want to do, what you
feel.

I want to do what's best for both of us.

And this is.

Helen.

Relationships need both people involved
in them.

Sometimes I feel like I'm on my own.

I need to know that you're not just
going through the motions.

Don't worry, I'm not.

Nicky, if I didn't feel the way I feel,
I wouldn't be talking

like this.

What's wrong?

It's Dad.

How is he?

Tell me all about it.

Now, take your time.

Lauren, what's the matter?

I'm not acting, Mum.

Is it for real?

What do you mean?

The coppers, they nicked Dad early this
morning.

What?

Someone squealed, Mum.

They reckon he ain't ever getting out.

Not the first time your dad's had his
collar fell.

Briefly get him out of that cell, quick,
and the shit can hit the pan.

Not this time they won't.

Listen to what I'm telling you, Mum.

Dad's in the cells and he ain't going to
get out.

Someone's stitched him up.

Who?

Anyone of half a dozen have done it if
they fancy there are. Do you know that?

What about me?

What am I going to do? You'll be all
right, Lauren. How?

What's going to happen to the house?

What's going to happen to the money?

I can't get my hands on it.

There's not a lot you can do in here, is
there?

Looks like bad news.

You'd better sort out a private room for
him.

Looks like that can strip out. It's
going to be sooner rather than later.

So, it looks like Charlie's ready to
meet his maker.

If Yvonne's going to have a chance to
say goodbye, we probably can't hang

around. Yeah, fine.

Right, Sylvia and I'll take her after
visiting's over. I'll make the

arrangements. Well, can't Sylvia handle
it?

Sylvia?

I could really do with you here today,
Jim. We've got new arrivals and we're

Dominic off on holiday.

Well, Di's more than capable.

Yeah, Sylvia's capable of taking Yvonne
Atkins to see her dying husband.

Sylvia's capable, all right, Karen, but,
um, well...

She's not the most sympathetic officer
we have, is she?

Yeah, perhaps you're right.

I'll speak to Dario about the new
arrivals.

Right.

I've got to go.

Yeah, sure.

What is it? What's the matter?

You trying to get me out of here.

I will get you out of here.

That's great, Helen.

But you can't make it your job
description.

Can I?

Watch me.

I don't want you ruining your career
over me.

So what are you going to do? Tell the
governor that I'm helping you formulate

appeal?

That's a new one.

I don't want you getting into trouble.

Look, I'll make a deal with you.

I won't get into trouble if you don't.

You don't give up, do you?

All set, then.

Right.

Sir Luke's Hospital, please, mate. OK.

Miss Barker, have you heard what's
happening to Zandra?

I mean, it's been two days since she
went into the hospital wing.

They moved her last night.

What? Where to?

To an outside hospital.

St David's, I think.

Dr Nicholson was worried about her.

So what's wrong with her?

They're doing tests.

What sort of tests?

Look, she'll be back probably today or
tomorrow. You can ask her yourself then.

It's the toss of what give her them
glasses, you know. It's all his fault.

I don't think you can blame it on the
specs, Crystal.

No, I mean there was something else
wrong, wasn't there?

It wasn't her eyes he should have been
looking at.

I don't know.

clamouring ass should be taken so with a
grain of salt.

What?

Three, five and five.

Awful clamouring ass.

I've got a clue.

Stupid thing doesn't make any sense
anyway.

What's wrong with you?

I don't feel well.

What's wrong?

It's my stomach.

I think I've got the runs.

Oh, marvellous.

As if it isn't bad enough in here
already.

I've really got to go, Mr Fenner.

Right, um, pull over here, will you?

Wait here for a minute, will you, mate?

This is turning into a right pantomime.
I can't help...

Excuse me, mate.

Can you tell us where the ladies is?

Right, come on.

Don't make a meal of it.

Eight.

Not so fast.

No window.

Do you think I was born yesterday?

Not by the look of you, no.

Watch it, Atkins.

You've got two minutes.

If you've got diary, you won't need to
hang around, will you?

She's taking forever.

She must have the world falling out of
her bottom.

I think Charlie's the one that's dead.

Oh,

hello, Dr Wilkins. Thanks for getting
back to me so quickly.

No, I was just wondering if there was
any news yet on how Sandra Plackett's

went today.

Oh?

I see.

I wonder if Charlie's got a taste for
prison food yet.

Breakfast on remand isn't up to much.

You can smirk, Fenner.

But those negatives still exist, you
know.

Yeah.

But does Charlie really want a charge of
corrupting one of Her Majesty's prison

officers, adding to his problems?

You thought you were the dog that
bollocks once before, Fenner.

But I had you hanging by them.

And now Charlie's hanging by his.

So where does that leave you?

In deep, deep shit.

Watch your step.

You can flip on shit and break your
neck.

Can you wait there?

Hello, Sandra.

I think we can get rid of the cuffs now.

So, have they been looking after you in
hospital?

Yeah, they had me wired up like a bloody
Christmas tree.

Yeah, well, I'm sure they were only
doing what was necessary.

Yeah, I suppose so.

Still, I'm feeling a lot better.

Oh, that's good news.

Yeah.

Late night.

Zandra! How are you, girl?

She's a bit tired. She could do with a
lie down.

Well, fine.

Honest. How are you feeling?

Doctor's again with some pain killers.

Seems she's done the trick.

Well, what did they say? Did they find
out what was wrong?

Did they, hadn't they?

Bloody doctor.

Go to see Zandra back to her old self
again.