All language subtitles for bad_girls_s04e10

Do you have baby Joseph?

No,

I really want to go see little Zandra.

I'm good with baby.

Since when?

It's what I want to do, isn't it? Be a
nursery nurse.

What's your name?

Baxter. Oh, yeah, Baxter.

Me and him have got AIDS.

We're going to die.

There's a lot of you.

I'm walking.

Mick, you've got Baxter.

He was in his cot and now he's gone.

Mine was a boy.

I heard him in the toilets at King's
Cross Station.

And I was pained.

Jim, let go of me. I don't want this.

Yes, you do.

You do.

I don't, Jim. Please, stop.

He's been playing you since day one,
Karen.

He's a misogynist bastard.

You're too close, Karen. You can't see
it.

Alan Stewart was right.

You what?

I said no.

Karen?

Karen!

Karen! Where are you going?

Leave me alone.

What the hell's got into you?

You raped me!

For Christ's sake!

Karen, just talk to me, will you?

Stupid buggy.

I won't let her back on here now.

Is Baxter OK?

He's back in his cot.

Is that why you've got to put them drugs
in his milk, is it?

You'd better not tell no -one else in
here, right?

Or they'll do for us anyhow.

I ain't going to say nothing.

I don't know.

What do you want to happen?

I just want to go and look after Baxter.

Try telling that to his mum.

That's why I took him off her. She won't
do all he needs done for him. She's

just given up.

Yeah, well, I've given up on you now.

Wait, what do you know about leaving a
baby?

Oh, I bloody know, Boki.

Mine was born dead and all because me
and its mum didn't deserve it.

No evil gonna touch you, girl.

Ah!

Ah! Quick!

What's going on?

Roaches. Bryce is crawling.

Tell me something I don't know.

But it was in her cot.

Crawling on my baby.

Crystal, calm down.

We'll get the painting and decorating in
to fill in the holes, all right?

Then what next? They'll just make more
holes in it.

Look, Karen, come on. I know you didn't
mean it.

Do you really think I'd hurt you?

I told you to stop. You know I did. What
are you talking about?

You prick.

You raped me.

That's crazy. It wasn't like that.

Look, Karen.

Don't touch me.

Your nose not off on another one, is it?

Morning. Everything all right?

Yeah, fine.

Let's not bring our petty squabble to
work, okay?

I've declared there's a time and a
place.

Jim, if you want respect from the women
in here, you're going to have to get a

grip on yourself.

Stiffen up.

is really lost in now.

I promise you, I'll see him swing for
this. No, Mark.

I don't need another rush of
testosterone.

I just need to talk.

Well, what do the police say?

You have called them.

I couldn't.

But you have to.

Let's call them now. No.

You can't just let him get away with
this.

I've got to get this right.

I should never have let things go so
far.

What do you mean?

We were in bed together.

What?

We both had a few drinks.

Don't look at me like that, please.

I'll change on the gym front then.

What was he laying into you about,
Karen?

I've got to get these on.

Karen, wait.

Please, Karen.

Look, you want me to understand.

I felt sorry for him.

He kept pouring me drinks.

And then he tried to kiss me.

I let him.

And you could have.

But instead you got into bed with him.

Jesus.

Whatever happened, I said no, Mark.
Understand?

I said no, and that's all that matters.

Not to me.

We're out toothpaste.

And there's no shampoo either. No
toothpaste or shampoo.

How come Dewan got tons of the stuff
then?

They've been shoving it up your hole.

One more word, you're on report.

Shut it, the lot of you!

Are you sure you're putting it in
properly?

I'm just following Mr. Columby's
instructions.

Come back soon.

All right, come on!

What's all this?

It's just a bit short, that's all.

There's no need for all that.

Actually, we're quite a bit shy.

I've had no complaints from Jamie.

PS1129.

You've got £6 .20.

How much?

Has someone been sending money into your
Spence bookie?

Come on, Vookie, get a move on, eh?

OK, hold on.

Packet of plain biscuits and some of
them little jelly baby things.

They're for Baxter.

Oh, and some Vaseline.

It's got cracked skin, just here.

Oh, he's really lucky to have an auntie
like you.

Who's lucky?

WF6543. And before you're out, we're out
of deodorant as well.

Oh, wonderful.

Just have this mild sweet air for you,
then.

Fanny's non -pex.

So what are we supposed to do? Well, if
I haven't got it, I haven't got it.

Well, why haven't you got it?

Just ask for what's in stock, Roche.

Get it.

AC0047. I'd like some tobacco.

You got any old shag?

No disrespect, miss.

I beg your pardon?

We all know you're more than that, Mr
Grayley.

I should hope so, Yvonne.

Hey.

That's ace.

Mean you can make a living out of this,
then.

Start up our own business.

Yeah, cool, man.

What colour you called that?

Thick green.

That's all they give us.

But you can choose your own stencil.
Pretty up.

Any pattern you like.

What about them holes you blocked them
up?

Did that first off, man.

Preparation, isn't it?

Only way you're going to get rid of him
is knock the whole place down.

Tell you what.

You want to do me a stencil?

How could you let anything happen

between you and Jim again?

Talk to me, damn it.

What's the point?

You don't believe me. You're not exactly
making it easy to.

What? You've never got sloshed with the
wrong person?

Guy Barker, for example.

Fine. I get your point.

Do you?

Yeah. None of it was your fault.

You got pissed.

You got Randy.

But you changed your mind, right?

You bastard.

Look, I'm supposed to believe it was
rape, yet you don't believe it yourself.

I know what happened.

Then why haven't you been to the cop?

Get out, will you?

So are you going to the cops or not?

Read that.

Abused all her life, like every second
woman in here.

Raped, beaten and abused by men.

I said no.

If you won't believe me, how the hell
can I expect the cops to?

I've thought it.

Bloody well make them believe me.

I think crime warfishing.

If you can't see through this, you must
be thicker than I thought.

Save it for the cops, Werner.

She's there now.

What? You didn't think Karen would just
drop it, did you?

Open your eyes, you twat.

I never took her knickers off.

The only reason she's gone to the cops
is to prove to you she didn't want to

shag off me.

You got anything to say to me, Fenner?

Say it outside.

So you knew his penis was erect?

Did you touch it?

No, I didn't.

There wasn't any foreplay at all.

When he started getting heavy, I tried
to pull away.

I told him I didn't want it.

I kept telling him to get off me.

He just... He just ignored me.

There wasn't any other violence? I mean,
he didn't hit you or threaten you?

No.

He held me down and forced me.

OK.

Recap.

You have a previous history with this
man.

He's a work colleague.

There was even talk of marriage.

It was your decision to go round to his
bed sit.

You accepted a drink, then a few more.

You kissed.

You got into bed with him.

You let him unbutton your blouse.

He didn't hit you or threaten you in any
way.

Please, sir.

I've got all this for him.

No one else knows what you've told me,
do they?

About your baby?

No.

Well, they won't, OK?

I'm going to tell them that you're upset
about what Spike told you.

That was out of order, that the nurse
letter.

OK?

I'm going to tell them.

that it's my head on the block if you
mess up again.

So you'd better not bookie.

OK.

Right, then.

I'm sorry about all the questions, but
they'll be asked in court.

That is, if it gets that far.

If. It's up to the Crown prosecutors.

If they don't think you've got a chance
of winning, they won't touch it.

But they will, surely.

I'd say it's... 50 -50.

Jesus Christ.

No wonder men think they can get away
with it.

If it helps.

I believe you.

I'm sorry I took him off.

I just freaked.

I didn't mean to cause you more grief.

She shouldn't have let you tell us about
you and him.

But I ain't telling no one else, right?

You better not.

I know you love him, yeah?

He's missed you.

Do you want me to give him that?

I could do with a lie down.

Even let you off stealing a baby now,
did you?

Do you think he looks better today?

He seems better to me.

Yeah, we used to watch you don't infect
Xandra.

That's just ignorant, man.

I'd be lucky any baby don't get sick in
a shit place full of bugs.

Better start praying, then.

God listens to you, innit?

You pray for Baxter.

Pray that he gets better.

And when are you going to get down on
your knees and pray, Bookie?

I've been praying every night.

I think it's working.

Hurry up, sir. We want our tea.

Yeah, it's thirsty work, all this
painting lark.

State of you.

Oh, we've been crawling all over the
place, sir.

Yeah, sort of got the bug for it. Well,
get in there and clean your face and

hands first.

Hurry, go.

No problem, sir. But all them paint
fumes ain't good for backstop.

It needs some proper fresh air.

Some of the girls on the uni get
specials.

Days out with their kids and that.

I could take backstop.

He's not yours. But I can't take him,
sir. He's too sick of himself, isn't he?

He could fix it for them to let me know.

Are you planning another runner?

No.

Please, sir.

The only outside backers I've ever seen
is Walsh.

The little mates from G -Wing won't be
coming back here again.

You've suddenly got twins to look after,
Crystal.

I don't think I need to repeat the
details.

No. But if the law can't help me, I'm
prepared to copy my statement to Aerie.

Well, obviously, Karen, I don't doubt
your word.

This must be awful for you.

But we can only hope the CPS decides to
prosecute.

Otherwise a complaint to Aerie is
futile.

You've seen the files on him. Helen
Stewart.

What can I do?

I can't pre -empt the legal process. As
much as I'd like to bring Jim down, my

hands are tied.

Forget it.

Clearly I'm on my own.

Karen, please!

I'm sure you've heard.

Well, she's gone too far.

I've just had the police questioning me.

And what exactly do you expect me to do
about it?

Well, get her to drop it, that's what.
It's ridiculous.

Just in case you thought it was a one
-off.

This is the Karen Betts we're talking
about.

And what are these supposed to prove?

That she, um, asked for it?

Yeah, well, the tabloids don't need
proof.

Make a nice centre -page spread.

I wonder what your home office bum chums
would say about that.

What, if you think I'd be blamed because
one of my officers raped another?

If you say that again... The fact is,
Jim, it's a personal matter. It's

to do with me.

Don't you care about Larkhall being
dragged through the shit?

I got a great big hanky in here to wipe
away all the tears.

I can't believe this is happening to me.

Help, Jim.

If you let me.

Yeah, but I'd owe you one then, wouldn't
I?

Then we all know whose pants have come
down next.

Oh, you're too cynical.

Put it down to experience.

Fair enough.

Don't accept my offer.

Did you see that case in the paper
yesterday?

A husband got six years for raping his
wife.

Her word against his.

Yeah, well, I'll take my chance.

Oh, and of course there is the Helen
Dewitt dossier to back up Karen's story.

I'm sure the police will have no
problems tracking it up.

There's nothing going to make me want to
screw you.

Jim, you don't have to want it.

I'm done explaining myself.

I'm sorry, all right?

I was jealous.

Oh, for Christ's sake, you would be if I
jumped into bed with somebody else.

The thing is, Mark, I'm not sure I give
a shit.

Well, I do about you.

Anything you need, I'm here.

I've got all I need.

A clear conscience.

Oh, Karen. Uh, a word? In my office?

Oh, sir, about Bookie Lester.

Nurses have commented on how helpful
she's been.

That's great.

So I'd like to volunteer to supervise
her on a special.

A day out in the park with some of the
mums and the babies.

I'll get back to you.

This is supposed to scare me.

Well, he's a desperate man.

Good.

When I went to the cops, I knew there
was a fair chance of a tabloid story.

It didn't stop me then, and it won't
stop me now.

The truth is, Karen, I had dinner last
night with a pal who works in the CPS.

Michael Hendry.

They're not going to go ahead with your
case.

What? Please, calm down.

What the hell is this? Who else have
they been blabbing to?

I didn't hear details, I can assure you.

Michael simply felt it right to let me
know that the prosecution had very

chance of success.

Pardon yourself, by all means.

Here's his card.

Is there any point?

Well, don't let that bastard Fenner get
one over you.

They're dropping the case.

I'm stuffed.

He's won, hasn't he?

Not if you drop it first, he hasn't.

The CPS won't officially notify the
police for a couple of days. They won't

to notify them at all if you've already
withdrawn the allegation.

But then I look like a liar.

Or someone who knows she's in the right
but can't beat a system geared toward

men.

You have a son, Karen.

All you need to say to Fenner is you
didn't want to put him through all of

This isn't just about me.

It's about every woman that bastard has
abused.

I can't let them down, not again. Karen!

There isn't going to be a prosecution.

How is it helping the women that Jim's
abused if you let him believe that he's

been vindicated?

Thanks, Neil.

Yes, Di.

This was intercepted this morning.

A letter to the Guardian.

Shit!

From Crystal Gordon.

It's not the first time she's tried to
stir things up.

These were found in a cell.

They're in every cell in Larkhall.

Well, we don't want this in the press.

Well, at least we've got this one.

Yes.

Well done, Di.

Thought we'd need to do something about
Miss Gordon.

Well, shall I put her on report?

No.

Just a minute.

Mark was mentioning something about her
mother and baby trip to the park.

Tell him to take Gordon on it, too.

And then get on to works.

Make sure they do something about
Crystal's infestation.

All that banter yesterday from D -Wing
about us getting extra friends.

That account programme's got to
disappear.

OK. And I don't want Babs here dropped
in here. You can order Babs. Well, any

us for that matter. I'm not in the habit
of balling things up.

You're on holiday, are you?

Better get out while the game's a good
bit of time.

Yeah, of course.

And there were body bags back on Monday.

Can't wait to see the look on her again,
love.

You're ever so lucky looking after
little Baxter.

Yeah.

He's starting to call me Mum, isn't he?

He's talking.

Except for Mum.

Yeah. He calls you Mum like I call Maxie
my sister.

I thought we could, like, make up now,
team.

Being that I've finished with the gang
and all.

You've finished, Virginia.

That's why I'm finished with you.

Are you the slap who won't work for a
sister anyhow?

I think she might be genuinely sorry
now, Tina.

I'm done with that shit.

This one's mixed.

It's disgusting.

No wonder prison don't let the health
and safety in.

At least you're being looked after.

This place is like a cesspit, man.

You want to bring your kid up in here?

Some of us don't break the law, do we?

Did the painting party make good then?

Oh, top treatment all round for this
one, isn't it?

Me and you going to the park with Baxter
and Sandra.

Eh? God heard us, didn't he?

Well, it's Mr Grayling that you've got
to give thanks to for this one, Crystal.

If it was up to me, you'd be on report,
as you well know why.

So you can put your poison pen away and
be very grateful.

I am, miss.

But he could have thought I was going to
do another runner, innit?

There's been a development.

I'm pretty certain Karen is going to
withdraw her statement.

Why?

Because I persuaded her she couldn't
win.

So, you owe me one, Jim.

Okay.

I fancy you. All right?

You made your choice.

And I'm making mine.

Unless you spoil it for me.

Can't you feel this?

You know I care.

But what happens when we get out?

And we're back on the merry -go -round?

I'll get an hour here, half an hour
there.

It's not me saying it's over, it's you.

Oh, look at him.

The only thing that's making him sick is
being locked up for something he didn't

do, isn't it?

Yeah, you said it, girl.

So we just let all mothers go free, do
we?

Does that include Rosemary West?

You lock up thousands of mums because of
one monster.

But this is the 21st century, man.

Ain't one of you screws somewhere
thought something better than prison?

Oi! Mr Grelin didn't give us this day
out so he can flag off his prison

officers.

Come on.

Have a big smile.

You can take hers.

I've got my own photo.

Come on then, big smiles.

Say Gorgonzola.

Miss, can I have a copy of that?

Of course you can.

I'll get these done on the way back.

Yeah, good idea.

Don't you think Booker's found a niche?

I've never seen her so happy.

I love him.

Like he's my only kid.

Crystal. Come on.

You know about me and Kathy, don't you?

You're not just co -defendants, are you?

Well, we love each other.

Congratulations. Only now it seems I've
got competition for Kathy.

Look, no offence, but this affects me,
Hal.

She's fallen for you, hasn't she?

Fancies you.

You know, you shouldn't have written
that letter.

Mr Grayling was very disappointed.

Yeah, well, he didn't have to have bugs
crawling all over him, does he?

And Spike throwing up all over his desk.

He's a very caring man.

But my little girl's welfare's at stake.

I don't need a lecture from some man
-hungry screw.

You know, for a Christian, you're quite
the little bowl of poison, aren't you?

If it wasn't for Mr Grayling, we
wouldn't be sitting here enjoying all of

For how long?

A couple of hours.

At least back to that germ -infested rat
trap that he runs.

He's got the sniffles.

Seems a bit perkier, though.

He's getting better.

You're going to be a big, strong boy.

Yes, you are.

He's going to be all right. I know he
is.

Oh, look, Baxter.

It's our waffles.

Come on.

You're a gorgeous dog. You're a gorgeous
dog.

Get up now. Get up.

Get up.

Mom!

stupid girl.

I don't want Andrew going back into
prison.

Well, you've got what you wanted then,
haven't you?

If we hadn't have been on the alert,

we'd have had another prisoner on the
run.

Obviously, I misjudged this one, didn't
I? I'm not saying that.

Thanks to you.

She hasn't got a leg left to stand on
now.

Which I shall be making clear to
probation.

I'm lucky you were on your toes,
darling.

Let's both go and sit on that sofa, eh?

Today's been a bit of a major stress
headache.

I think I'd better go and have a quiet
soak, switch off.

You just need to switch on to something
nice.

Honestly, I'm sorry. I know how to cure
a headache.

Oh, just.

Sit down here and close your eyes.

And I'll tell you to open them when I'm
ready.

You haven't said anything, have you?

I haven't, no.

I'd, um... Although you didn't, that's
all.

I just don't want anyone to get hurt.

Least of all you, eh?

Cassie's right.

You're a very perceptive woman.

Oh.

And, uh... What else will Cassie say
about me?

Don't worry.

Unless there's a six -foot bloke on the
end of it, I don't want to know.

But you've probably figured it out,
haven't you?

Not at all.

If there's one thing I've learnt in
here, it's presume nothing.

I'm not interested.

I never will be.

So why don't you do it for my favour and
go sit your girlfriend straight.

So just watch.

I'll leave you, ladies.

I've got to go now, then. I've got
business to do. Later.

Thank you.

This ain't right. Little baby belongs
with his mum.

I'll talk to that number when I sort him
out.

No. I ain't helping him pick her off you
Chris.

Just because I'm serving time it doesn't
mean she has to.

This place is burning and diseased isn't
it?

Why do you think I did a runner?

Because you was mixed up. You know your
hormones and that.

Sandra.

Are you going home?

She needs her dad and all.

You can get your mum to help you.

Take her.

Mr Mitchell, Zandra's things are
downstairs with probation.

They're waiting for you.

You better say your goodbyes and pack up
your stuff, yeah?

But you can make this work, Josh.

We don't want social sticking their
noses in.

Please.

You go careful, yeah?

It won't be long until you're out and
we'll all be together.

Proper family.

Josh.

Tell me you don't blame me.

He's lovely, isn't he?

I picked them up this morning.

Thanks, miss.

I mean it.

Oh, look at him!

His mum's sick, innit?

Don't you still like it?

What was that with her?

She's bad.

Really bad.

And when she dies, I'm going to adopt
you, Aya.

What's wrong with him?

You know what's wrong with him. Spike
told you.

He's all clammy.

Let him sleep.

Yeah, Lord Jesus.

You're listening, innit?

I know I've been praying about my own
baby to you.

And I ain't blaming you for getting her
took away from me.

But you've got to help Baxter to get
better.

Yeah?

Please, Lord.

You've got to save him.

I dropped the case.

Not because you didn't do it. Because we
both know you did.

I just don't want my son dragged through
all this.

You know I care about you.

I can't help it.

And I know I went too far.

But it was never rape, Karen.

I just wanted to put this behind us.

And I'm going to say this again, because
it's true.

I love you.

You think you got away with it, don't
you?

You're as happy as a pig in shit.

Don't be too happy though, Jim.

You may be safe from the cops, but you
will never be safe from me. For every

woman you've made suffer, I'm going to
make you suffer ten times over.

And that's a promise.

Still love me, do you?

Three for it.

Where is he?

With Baxter.

No!

Baxter.

He can't hear you now.

I want to hold him.

No.

No.

He's gone, Ricky.

He's gone.

He's gone to heaven.

You ain't no heaven girl.

Ain't no shit in God, neither.

You don't have to open it.

It's my resignation.

Aren't you being a little hasty? Oh,
don't piss about.

We both know I was made wing governor.

To help me achieve my vision.

Yeah, well, you can wank for England,
Grayling.

Karen Betts is the one who deserves this
job.

I'm giving it up to her.

I'll be back in uniform tomorrow.

Your choice, Jim.

I like a man in uniform.

Hey, what are you doing back on here,
man?

Where's Sandra?

Crystal.

What's up?

Sandra's gone home.

To stay with Josh.

It's safer there, isn't it?

Why, you didn't let the bastards make
you give her up.

You don't know what it's like trying to
look after a kid in there.

That's buggy.

Her little baggage is dead.

Jesus.

Is he dead?

He's gutted, Mum.

Probably make no place for a baby.

It's not a place for us mums either,
love.

I know.

Here.

Blow into this.

See if you're over the limit.

Got all us mums with you, Chris.

It was back to the music.

There's nothing you could have done.

It's not fair.

What's fair about illness?

What is good is that you loved him.

And he loved you.

Maybe I shouldn't have took him out.

I gave him the best day of his life.

Bad things always happen to me.

Now, don't go blaming yourself again.

Because I know what you're thinking,
don't I?

It's sad, Pookie.

What happened to your baby happens to
thousands of women.

It's not your fault he was stillborn.

I left him in his own stinky toilet at
King's Cross.

I know.

You don't know!

He wasn't stillborn.

He was still alive.

I could hear him crying.

He's not made you wink up.

Acting. Probing. And you better all
start acting the professional.

We've got a couple of Home Office
snoopers turned up for a spot

You want to fight the peckham, you're
fighting me, right?

Eh? Maybe Mrs. Hollenbeer can tell us if
we're looking at the profits column or

the loss.

Only the canteen seems to have been
making considerable losses over the last

weeks.