All language subtitles for Bad Girls s06e01.eng

This is G Wing. Over here, that's where
they took women like me to be hanged.

But it is a way to get out alive now. See?

lf you help me.

Look, he wants me to give him an alibi.

He says he's gonna do you.

There's nothing
l can do to stop him, except warn you.

l reckoned you'd jump at the chance
to get rid of Fenner.

Well, here's your ticket.

l gave her my keys to the wing.
and the cell master, OK?

Are you off your bloody head?

She'll chuck 'em back. She only wanted
to get to the hanging cell.

- (Keys drop)
- Shit!

Bye-bye, Atkins. Don't bother screaming.

You might want to save on the oxygen.

She decked Hedges and nicked his keys.
Found them by the perimeter works exit.

She's left three internal gates
swinging wide open.

l've raised the alarm,
l just hope we're in time.

Help me!

Help me!

(Sobs)

Fenner! Fenner!

Fenner! Let me go! Fenner!

l've had that scrubbed three times now.

Shouldn't have been here at all.

- Supposed to be on restricted.
- That's right, rub it in.

Why don't you just tell me
l'm crap at my job?

l'm sorry. l didn't mean to have a go.

lt's just they're going to nail everything
on me, l know they are.

Keep your belongings together,
and the noise down.

You'll be taken to your wing in an hour.

- When am l going to get my phone call?
- Shut it! l've had a gut-full of you.

l want to see the rule book,
to show you

where it says
l'm entitled to make a sodding call.

We've run out.

l bet you can hardly bloody read,
anyway!

Pisser is, she's probably
one of the better ones.

First time?

- Yeah.
- What for?

lncome tax fraud. How about you?

Soliciting. Non-payment of fines.

Occupational hazard.

l run an English Language school.
l just got behind with the books.

l'm always useless with money.

Not at spending it, by the look of you.

l wish l had more of a business head.
l'm going to be skint when l get out.

So where is it, this school?

Brighton. l should be there now,

we've got a new intake arriving.

l bet you never thought you'd be banged
up with a prostitute, did you?

Wasn't high on my list of things to do
before 30, no.

- Jesus!
- You scared the crap out of me!

What are you doing here?

l was going to use the loos. Half the ones
on the wing are knackered again,

so the rest are all full.

Gents are playing up as well.

l'll get Works on to it.

l can hold it.
Briefing kicks off any minute.

Better get a shift on, then, eh?

As you know, today we come off
Restricted Regime,

now that the investigation's closed.

The women are very restless,

so there's bound to be high jinks when
they go back to work and association.

Extra vigilance, please.

Atkins isn't the only one
to have got away with it.

There's still no word on Yvonne Atkins,

though lnterpol are investigating some
reported sightings in Spain, l'm told.

- You all right, Colin?
- Yeah, fine.

- Get lost, did we?
- Sorry.

Got called to go over to reception.
Didn't need me in the end.

We've a couple of new arrivals.

Due to overcrowding,
they'll have to two-up.

Sylvia, we've been allocated
Buxton and Allen.

Can you fetch them
from reception dorm?

Might have known we'd get lumbered
with that mouthy tart.

Right, that's it.

l don't want you cutting Geeson
any slack when l'm not around.

- As if!
- She's still a probationer.

She doesn't make the grade,
she's straight down that road.

lsn't it time
you let me in on what happened?

What?

The day Atkins...went over the wall.

Are you inferring l had something to do
with a prisoner's escape?

That's a very serious allegation.

As serious as a prison officer
with a smack habit.

Just stay out of my way, eh?

Babes...

- Ready?
- Oh, my God...

Your new passport arrived this morning.
And check these...

Almost identical.

l'm going to switch them this lunchtime
and get the work ones copied.

We've got to move fast.

Concentrate on keeping out of
Fenner's way.

Your job starts when we get to Toronto.

- Yeah.
- We're almost there. What's wrong?

How are we going to tell Milly?

She thinks
we're starting a new life together.

The three of us, happy ever after, like
Little House on the sodding Prairie.

lt's the only way, Kris,
if we want to have a life together.

Viva Espana Bunch of clowns!

Worth being locked up, knowing
Vonne gave him the two fingers.

- ls that right?
- Aye, it is.

She'll be sipping champagne somewhere
by now, with a toy boy in her lap.

Don't half miss her, though.

- Where's the drowning sailors?
- What?

Come on. l want drowning sailors put in.

l can add them, no problem.
Do we have a deal?

Aye, if you do it right.

Well done, Al.

There's your commission,
plus a bottle of gin's worth.

There'll be a bonus waiting...

if you get it from the Works boys today.

- They'll be keen now the heat's off.
- Yeah.

Two new playmates for you.
Allen and Buxton.

This one fancies herself,
reckons she's a teacher.

Came unstuck on her sums.

Should have plenty in common.

lgnore the bandy old twat.

l heard that, Allen.
You've got a mouth like a cesspit.

Hardly surprising, you've spent most
of your life wallowing in one. Come on!

- Was you ever in Holloway?
- No, never.

- Only l reckon we've met before.
- No, l don't think so.

Come on, come on! Hurry up!

Move it!

ln you go.

What, we've gotta share?

Get your beds made up quick
if you want breakfast.

She's remand, l'm convicted. You have
to keep us separate. Rule book again.

Write a letter to the Home Secretary,
ask him to build more prisons.

l still haven't had my phone call.

- Me neither.
- Two minutes each after breakfast.

l bet the old cow's kept us waiting
so she can earwig.

- What, they can listen to your calls?
- Oh, yeah. They tape them.

And they read your bloody letters.

l've got a business to keep up and
running. l need to make arrangements.

Well, they've still got
to give us some rights, whatever.

You can have a visit within 48 hours
of arrival, and it's private.

Really? That's fantastic. Thank you.

Lucky for you, l've done this before.

(Knocking on door)

Yeah, come in.

Jim.

l wondered if you'd heard more
from Area about the Atkins cock-up?

Putting it bluntly,

if they've caught up with the rest of us
and realised Di's not up to the job.

Nothing on that front as yet.

- They are getting shot of her?
- Too early to say.

Come on! High profile con skips off
to Spain and Di's head won't roll?

l haven't made any recommendations.
As yet.

l thought you'd be pushing to get rid
for your own sake,

before she does any more damage.

We just have to be patient.

There's no point beating about the bush.
l want the job, you know that.

And l think l deserve it.

And l couldn't disagree.
But, like l say, all in good time.

Understood.

There you are, darling. Not hungry, Ju?

l've just had me Tamoxifen.
l'll be all right.

l thought taking it with food helped?

Helps some. Not me.

Never told us
there was two more coming.

- We've only got scrapings left.
- Oh, that's great.

Tea? Sorry.

Ju, put one on your plate, eh?

Look, Ju, will you stop fussing? l'm fine.

The best thing l did was stop the chemo.

l've got everything under control.

l'm just trying to do my bit, that's all.

l know, but l'm in remission. Right?

Right.

Here.

Thanks.

- Phyl Oswyn.
- Good for you.

lf you've got something to say, say it.
Otherwise, you're blocking my light.

lt'll keep.

Designing tattoos?

lt's a far cry from the Royal Academy.

So is my miserable bloody life.

And tattoos pay for trips away.

You're beginning to do a passable
impression of a junkie.

You keep up appearances, darling,
as long as it makes you feel better.

l need something a little stronger.

And my fee?

Give me a sec, yeah?

Have you got any more of that for sale?

Tell the guv'nor you want
to place an order, will l?

Soon as, yeah?

'Ere, Ju...

'Ere...

You're Natalie Buxton, yeah?

lt says here you're a nonce.

What? Where did that come from?

No, we ask the questions.
You'd better answer straight.

True, is it?

No! Are you mad? No!

This is just some bastard screw
winding you up.

- We don't like nonces, do we, Tine?
- We bleedin' hate them!

Go frig yourselves. She's no nonce.

All she's in for fiddling with
is the bloody tax man.

Now, piss off
and leave her alone! Come on.

l suppose it's no proof.

Principal Officer Jim Fenner.

- Settling in all right, ladies?
- Yeah, fine thanks.

Anything you need,
don't be afraid to ask.

You can't even be bothered being subtle,
can you? Shove it up your arse!

Cracking hard nuts is what my job's
all about. And l enjoy what l do,

so unless you want
to make me a very happy man,

watch your mouth.

- l can't take this.
- He's nothing.

- l've crapped bigger than him.
- l don't mean him!

lt's that screw, Hollamby.
l'd put money on it.

After five minutes, why has
she got the knives out for me?

Your face doesn't fit?
To light up a dull shift?

God knows how their minds work.

l've heard about
what happens to...nonces.

lt might be better
if you stay here mealtimes, for now.

Get your grub on a tray.

lt's all lies.

They'll soon get bored and move onto
someone else. Don't let it get to you.

(Tannoy) 'Movement to work
will commence.'

Why don't l see about those phone calls,
then you can get your visit sorted?

Big kiss off your fella
will soon cheer you up, eh?

Frances...

Thank you.

Not got up close and personal
for a bit, have we, Yates?

You really should change
your toothpaste.

l can see why Atkins wanted out, with
a smell like that. Spain's not far enough.

Come on, Yates! Work!

She's been allocated garden duties.

She give you any trouble,
just give us the nod, yeah?

l told you to keep well clear.
You've only got five hours to go.

Don't worry.
He's not cocking it up for us this time.

Paul, is everything OK?

Yeah. Just a bit awkward, that's all.

Oh, for God's sake!

The idea was that
we made every day payday

by flogging that stuff to the suckers.

You've become
one of the biggest mugs in here.

Why not get back to being top pooch,
or whatever it is you want to be,

and leave me alone, huh?

You're pitiful, you know that?

l think we'll pass
on shroud-stitching today.

- On your feet, Tull.
- We're within our rights

- to refuse work, are we not?
- Habit of a lifetime anyway, isn't it?

Both of you, and the cell,
are being searched.

lf you're in possession
of any unauthorised articles,

you can now hand them over.

- What 's going on?
- We haven't got anything.

Good. Thought so.

- OK, we're ready.
- Shit!

- l'll have that.
- No!

Stop! Please!

l want to see the wing governor.

Well, l am entitled, aren't l?

All right for some.
l don't get lunch till three o'clock.

See you later.

Divide and rule. lt's the oldest game
in the screws' book.

Blimey, Ju. Rumours like that is how
women used to get burnt at the stake.

l don't care. Something about her stinks.

Make sure of your facts
before you do anything daft.

Like you did
when you came off the chemo?

Oi!

Sorry.

How many times
you gonna read that card?

At least it's worked out for Babs.

Having Henry wait on her hand and foot,
take her on romantic holidays.

Ju, what's that?

Bit of old newspaper.

Bleeding hell, Ju!

lt's Natalie Buxton!

''Alec Morley, 47, was today found guilty
of six counts of indecent assault

''and sentenced to six years'
imprisonment.

''Conspiracy charges against
his girlfriend Natalie Buxton, 27,

''were dropped.''

Told you!

There's your facts, in black and white.

l don't understand how you could be
so stupid as to let things get this bad.

l didn't arrive here
intending to become a heroin addict.

l want to know the name of your dealer.

Maybe l'll get it out of Oswyn, then.

She knows nothing about any of this.

You two are joined at the hip.

Her tests will prove otherwise.

She's despaired of me, l'm afraid.

Of course, you have taken into account
the high risk of hepatitis and HlV?

l smoke. l don't mainline.

l came to you, Miss Barker,
because l need help,

not because l want to start
some drugs war on G Wing.

l want to sign up for a drugs
rehabilitation programme.

Such a thing does exist at Larkhall,
l presume?

Full of yourselves when you first arrived,
weren't you?

Thought you were better
than the rest of us.

Great leveller, this place.

So, what did you tell that halfwit?

l went to tell her you have nothing to do
with my situation. That you're clean.

The piss tests will tell her that.

Oh, thank you.

Thank God l had a bit put by
for emergencies.

- What are you doing?
- What does it look like?

You give me that!

Look, just get off me!
You're not my keeper.

God help you if you mentioned anything.

Would l bite the hand that feeds?

l took the rap for everything.

l'd like to think you'd take that
into consideration in the future.

Your business activities
can continue unhindered.

Can we have a word, please, miss?

Be quick.

Did you put this under our door?

l've never seen it before.

- But l wish l had.
- Says he's been doing it for years.

What kind of a woman turns a blind eye
while her bloke does that to his kids?

And stands by him when found guilty,
while they go to a children's home.

Bleeding nonce, that's who.

- What's this?
- Seems Buxton's got a dirty little secret.

What with her and Allen,
seems we've been lumbered.

lf you fancy shedding
some light on things,

we'd be more than happy to hear back,
wouldn't we, Sylv?

All right. Thanks.

We'll get the girls together
as soon as they come out of work.

Cos if that ain't the green light,
l dunno what is.

Recognise this?

- Where did you get that?
- Never you mind.

You must be one sick bitch,
living with a creep like that.

Was you getting off on it an' all?

No! None of that's true.

He never lifted a finger to them.

- He was a good dad.
- (Both) Good dad!

Lucy, his eldest, always had it in for
Alec. She got Rachel at it, too.

lt's all lies, l promise. They never liked
me, they wanted their dad's attention.

Are you telling me
his kids made it all up?

Enough to convince a judge and jury?

l know what l saw.

And he didn't touch them. He wouldn't!

No matter what that judge says.

l don't know about you guys,
but l've heard enough of this shite.

- Yeah, go on, Al.
- No, please... No!

(Shouting)

Get off her! Get off!

Now we've got proof!
Or you in on it as well?

What you doing?

We're gonna get you!

We haven't finished with you yet.
Not even started!

Jesus, are you OK?

At least there's no smoke
pouring out the door.

Come on.

What's wrong?

- She was being attacked.
- Who by?

Everything looks all right to me.

l erm... l didn't see them.

- Are you mad or what?
- Please, l don't want any more trouble.

How are we supposed to do anything
about it if you won't name names?

You've had your chance.
Stop wasting my time.

And if you did get a bit of a smack,

it's no more than a nonce deserves.

l'm not a nonce!

Please, somebody just help me.

By the way, you've got
your reception visit.

Four o'clock today.
lf you survive till then.

Course, we could always
put you on a Rule 43, if you like.

What's that?

For your own protection. Nice quiet cell
to yourself down the Segregation Unit.

l'll have a word
with Miss Barker, if you like.

l just can't bear
to go through that nightmare again.

Losing the girls was one of the worst
things that ever happened to me.

And losing him? This Alec?

You wouldn't be the first to get
dragged down by some evil bastard.

My Mr Wrong was
this charmer l met at 1 7.

l was on the game within a month.

No.

l've left Alec and the girls in the past.

l've worked really hard to make a new life

and to build up this business with Paul.

- He's my partner.
- Business or bed?

Both.

You reckon you've picked
a good 'un this time?

- l love him.
- Well, you better watch it, then.

He might not fancy you no more
with a six-inch scar down your face.

Oh, God.

Only takes a second with a razor, and
that lot have seriously got it in for you.

Maybe l should just go to
the Segregation Unit?

You would go off your head down there.

Solitary confinement,
loss of privileges, no association,

no visits, no phones.

- Really?
- Mm. No nothing.

Listen, l've just got to make it to my trial.
Will you stick by me till then?

Keep an eye out for the lynch mob?

l dunno about that.
l've never seen myself as a bodyguard.

What? You were brilliant back there.

Please, just say you'll do it.

You said you were broke.
l will pay good money.

OK.

Thank you.

l really mean it. Thanks.

You rip me off and l'll be the first
in the queue for your scalp.

The keys work. They're in the cistern
in the out-of-order toilet

on the bottom corridor.

- And my torch?
- And your torch.

You're in luck.
Hedges is on yard duty today.

He's in shit shape.

l just give him the slip,
hide in the bogs

and l'm off.

- Next time l see you, we'll be outside.
- l'm going off sick soon as l can.

l'm sure
there won't be anyone down there,

but don't forget to lock
every gate behind you,

just in case of passing work guys.

They don't know the difference between
a prisoner and a probation officer.

Hedges won't miss you
till he counts them back in.

We'll be well away by then.

l'll be with you every step of the way.
And there to pull you out the other end.

You're an angel.

l love you.

l think l'm coming down with something.
l almost passed out in the bank.

Oh, yeah, you are a bit hot, aren't you?

Listen if you don't feel up to it,
take a sickie.

l don't want to leave you guys
in the lurch.

You'd be doing us a favour.

You go off home.
We're at crisis-point, staff-wise.

One more down and there'd be
no option but to lock 'em all up.

l'll carry on as best l can.

(Tannoy) 'Unlock for exercise
will now commence.'

You'd better watch your arse.

That was just a wee taster. We'll get you.

- Sicko!
- You go for her you have to do me first.

- Geddit?
- Nonce-lover!

Come on, you lot, break it up.
Come on, move it.

Come on, move it.

Outside, she's getting it! Are you in?

Count me out, mate.

You sure you're not some sort
of kiddy-fiddler an' all?

- Proper little Joan of Arc, aren't we?
- Get off me!

Have you forgotten my advice? l run this
wing. You stir it up, l'll lose my temper.

l'm quaking in my boots, Mr Fuhrer.

- There she is!
- Evil bitch!

Dirty girl!

Only takes one wee minute
to smash your face to pulp.

Back off!

They won't try anything
with the screws around, will you?

- Shit!
- That'll give you a bump.

- You bitch!
- Come on.

(Laughing)

Oi! Break it up!

- Break it up!
- Did you see that?

- Just calm down.
- She threw a rock at my friggin' head!

lt was an accident, sir.
My arm slipped.

- What are you going to do?
- Did anyone see anything?

(All) Nah.

Bugger all, then?
l have just been violently assaulted,

in front of you.
Another inmate has been threatened,

and you haven't the first friggin' idea
what to do!

Shut it!

You couldn't work a playground.

Right, that's enough. Now, move along,
and, Buxton, watch yourself.

Move it!

- God!
- l'm watchin' ya.

- Move it.
- Oi!

lf you want to try it on me,
any time, l am waiting, yeah?

And that goes for you, too.

Your Rottweiler has to sleep.
She'll not be there always.

- Remember that!
- Nonce lover!

- (Buxton) Come on.
- Weird cow!

- Get out of it!
- Bloody nonce!

- Are you all right?
- Fine. Your price just went up. Double it.

Flamin' cow!

(Woman) Get out!

(Sniffs)

l'm sorry, Sylvia, l really think
l'll have to go home.

l told you before, no skin off my nose.

Thanks.

(Selena coughs)

Di, Geeson's signing off sick.

We're below minimum staffing level.
Should we fetch them all back in?

Right. Early bang up it is, then.

Tull, Johnson, Saunders...

O'Kane, Douglas...

Well, we're one down. Who's missing?

Nobody. Everyone's in who went out.

Well, either you've lost one
or l'm going doolally.

Flaming Nora, l'm going to
have to count them all again.

Hello. Looks like we might be
up wing governor's creek. Again.

Come on, baby!

Christ!

Oh, no...

Come on!

Yes!

Ugh!

(Strangled scream)

Get in there!

How the hell has this happened?
How could you lose one?

Shall l call the No.1?
How do you want to play it?

- Why can't you just do your jobs?
- l beg your pardon?

Just give them a shovel and ladder!

- Who are we short, then?
- Yates.

l am surprised. Right, we cover every exit
between here and the exercise yard.

See if we can turn her up.
l presume that's OK with you?

Excuse me...

Erm, l'm with Probation.

l was given directions
but l must have taken a wrong turn.

Kris!

Kris!

Shit!

Yates! What are you playing at?

l was... l was sick.
l had to go to the toilet.

When l came out the gate was shut.

You're supposed to tell someone
if you're not well, not just run off!

What's wrong with her?

Left most of her stomach on the floor
in the service corridor.

For someone else to clean up.

Sylvia, will you find me a duty nurse?

- She doesn't need a nurse.
- l need a nurse to tell me that.

- Come on.
- Panic over, then?

Why are you here?
l thought you'd gone home.

l felt better after l got some air.
Why are we on lock down?

Yates went missing in the bogs.
Come on, let's open up the cages, eh?

l'll do the threes.

You sure you're up to it?

Yeah, l'm fine.

Should have seen that one coming.
l'll be ready for it next time.

Brand-new. He'll think it's his birthday.

Thanks. You don't give a toss
about all this, do you?

- lt's lucky for me.
- (Door opens)

Ready, Buxton?

You scrub up well, don't you?

Don't let the bastards
cramp your style.

You whisper a few sweet nothings.
Give him a kiss from me.

- She's dead.
- Who?

- Yvonne.
- Atkins?

She's downstairs. ln the tunnel.

l saw her.

lt was blocked off.

Not like in the plans.

No way out.

All this time...she's been down there.

Christ!

What are we going to do?

We can't just leave her. She's...

l couldn't describe it to you.

Wait...

The door to the tunnel.
lt was locked from the outside.

lt was locked!

- Someone murdered her.
- Who?

Fenner.
That's why she had to go so quickly.

She told me he was going to do her,
that day!

How could he have known about the
tunnel, and that she'd be...

- Oh, my God.
- What?

He was down there this morning.
l ran in to him.

l left the door open down there.

l couldn't get out of there quick enough.

So the smell is going to spread
in no time.

So someone else will find her.

No.

You've got to do it.

Babes, l dropped my keys down there.

You've got to get them. Then find a way
to screw Fenner for the body.

You have to.

Back in your seat, Buxton.

Not the most romantic liaison
we've ever had.

Don't worry, Raynard'll get you off,
then we can go away somewhere.

Be nice
if we could make it a honeymoon.

ln a year, you'll be able
to put all this shit behind you.

Let's hope. Are you going
to go through all the usual?

- Registration, induction?
- All in hand.

l'm driving to the pick-up,
to meet the next batch of students.

They're on the ferry as we speak.
Accommodation is sorted.

Terry's going to process them.

- l like to deal with them personally.
- Don't worry!

You'll be out soon. They won't graduate
without the Buxton stamp of approval.

Dl Reign, ClD.

Could you turn out your pockets, sir?

What's going on?

Oh, what the...

That ain't mine.

Paul Anthony Knights, we are arresting
you for possessing Class A drugs.

Someone planted that.
Why would l smuggle cocaine in here?

- So it's cocaine?
- Oh, Christ!

- Paul! What's going on?
- Get off, Buxton.

- Get Terry on the case.
- Come with us, Mr Knights!

Get your hands off of me! Paul!

Violence against an officer
is not tolerated.

- Get your hands off me!
- You're out of here. Down the block!

Get off me, you bastards!
You set him up.

- Shut it!
- What's the hell's going on?

Visit turned out to be
an unsubtle Class A handover.

- lt was a setup!
- Down the block.

Give her two minutes
to get her stuff together.

- You what?
- Just do it.

- All right. Come on.
- You're hurting me.

Move it!

They've arrested Paul.
They've planted coke on him.

- They're sending me down the block.
- What?

l need you to do something for me quick,
Fenner's waiting outside...

Just a phone call. lt's all there,
the number, and what to say.

Please! Speak to Terry.
He'll sort you out too if you do this.

- We're talking big money.
- How much?

- Hurry up in there, Buxton!
- Ten K.

He'll get it for you, l promise.

- Please, Frances, just say you'll do this.
- One phone call.

Come on, l haven't got all day.

Please...

You took your time.

Come on, move it!

l need to make a phone call, sir.
lt's important.

Not now, Allen.

l promised Natalie l'd get a message to
her mum. Er...she's not well.

OK. Mrs Hollamby, let her use the office.

The message is ''Transfer unit funds
at 16:00 hours.

''At account number H75B434.

''Northside. Code word...''

That's got nothing to do with
a sick mother. Get off that phone!

l have a right to make a phone call!

You gave up your rights
the minute you came here.

- You stupid bitch!
- Allen! Allen!

My office. Now.

(Replaces phone)

Looks like this is it.

Keep going.

- All units go.
- That'll do ya!

(Sirens)

Get down on your knees!

Oi!

(Child speaks in foreign language)

Hello, Natalie.

What's going on?

l thought you'd like to know that just
about now, your ''unit funds'' are

being rescued from a life of sex slavery
in one of your ''language schools''.

You blew it.

You stupid tart! lt was one frigging call!

No, she's not a tart.

She's ex-Detective lnspector Myers,

Vice Squad.

And you're nicked.

You bitch!

Natalie Buxton, we are arresting you
under Section 145

of the Nationality, lmmigration
and Asylum Act 2002,

on suspicion of trafficking
in prostitution.

lt's lies! lt's shitting lies!

(Sobs)

Biggest trafficking ring bust in years.
Bit of a sting in the tail for Dl Myers, eh?

Call it a goodbye present, eh?

We'll miss you.
They're waiting downstairs.

Well, l will see you soon.

Sure.

Congratulations.

You should be very proud.

l am, if l'm honest. l am very pleased.
And you should be, too.

lt's not every day
you get job satisfaction on this scale.

Buxton and Knights must've made
a fortune off the backs of those kids.

Yeah. Thousands a week.

lt's the size of the operation
l can't get my head around.

We're carrying out raids
on four other addresses.

Her getting put on remand
ruined it for them.

And what happens to the kids? They get
deported back to Eastern Europe?

That'd be giving them back to the
traffickers. We've got them in a refuge.

That's excellent.

Anyway, shouldn't l be facing
the staff of G Wing?

l think it's about time.

(Gasps)

(Coughs)

(Coughs)

- Where's Geeson?
- l'm sure she'll be along.

She's had time to get here since the call.

Right, that's it. Unless she's got
a bloody good reason, she's out.

Good afternoon, thanks for coming.
l wanted you all together to thank you

for your support over the past weeks.
lt's been a traumatic time for all of us.

l'd like to particularly thank Di
for her hard work. l think she's done

a tremendous job as wing governor.

Recent events have shown me
the role of wing governor is not easy.

lt demands
enormous energy and commitment.

l've therefore decided we need a fresh
injection of team leadership on G Wing.

l'd like to introduce you all
to your new wing governor...

Frances Myers.

You've no idea how much
l've been looking forward to saying this.

You're all sacked.

The card's gonna run out.
l haven't got much time.

There's been a change of plan.

Look, l need you
to come back home, babe.

Yeah. l'll explain when l see you.

l'm going to ask you
to do something for us, Mill.

Aunty Shirl will call you
and tell you all about it.

Sort it for us, sweetheart.

Hey. Oh, no, you don't.

Go back in, l'll join you.

- You can handle this?
- Yeah, no problem.

We had a deal! And you think you can
get away with that bitch sacking me?

A deal where l'd be a father. But l'm not.
And l've lost Tony. l owe you nothing.

You are a bastard!

And you were the worst manager
l ever saw in my life.

Ever since Atkins,
my wing has run like clockwork!

- They were locked up 23 hours a day!
- l am not rising to this!

You had your chance, and just like
we all knew you would, you blew it.

l am going to make you so sorry.

Everything OK?

Well?

Look, we have huge staffing problems
here at the moment.

- l'm aware of that.
- Factor in how overcrowded the place is.

lt's the same throughout the system.

We really can't stand to lose
so many people all at once.

lt's not like
we can just grow ourselves new ones.

Come on, you must admit, the looks
on their faces were something else.

Sylvia Hollamby - smacked arse?

The POA would have given us hell.

Look, when l went undercover,

l didn't expect to be concerned about the
shower of shit you have working here.

Point taken.

How are you going to tell them
you were just winding them up?

A reprieve. l've been talked out of it,
and they're on probation.

lf they put one foot
where they shouldn't...

Rewrite the rule book,
then hit them with it?

Exactly.

ln time, there's a fair chance
some of them will walk.

ln certain cases,
that's a pleasing thought.

Won't be straightforward, though.

Characters like Hollamby, and Fenner,
they know how to work the system.

Well, they don't know how to work me.
And from now on, l am the system.

- (Knocking on door)
- Come in.

- Mr Grayling?
- Selena.

This is Frances...

- What's wrong?
- l'll leave you.

- Sit down.
- No, l...

What?

l've found Yvonne Atkins.

l'm not taking this lying down.

l'll never get another job at my age.

lt'll be a cold day in hell
before this bitch gets any of this to stick.

lf you think you'll get this past
my general secretary,

you're living in cloud-cuckoo-land.

Go to your union. l'll tell them what
a bigoted, bone-idle witch you are.

'lf you did get a bit of a smack,
it's no more than a nonce deserves.'

'l run this wing. You start stirring it up,
and l'll lose my temper.'

My bet is they'll be happy to lose their
subs if it means the back of you two.

That's all taken right out of context.

Coming in as a prisoner sets a precedent
the POA will never agree to.

Calm down. l've decided
to give you a second chance.

- You can keep your jobs.
- Ooh, how generous.

Though l'm just gagging to get shot of
some of you. Still, time's on my side.

But things are going to be different.

lf you can't hack that,
don't bother coming back tomorrow.

Looks like another scrap on our hands,
Sylv. Gets tiring after a while.

- We'll manage.
- We've already got an ex-wing governor

on bail looking at a stretch.
l wonder what'll happen this time?

- l get what l want.
- We have one thing in common, then.

l'll see you all tomorrow.

- (Phone rings)
- G Wing.

Yeah. Just a sec.

Ma'am, it's the No.1 on the phone.
Says it's urgent.

Neil. When?

OK.

Jesus, the smell!

We conducted a thorough search
when she disappeared.

That tunnel was breeze-blocked off
years ago.

lt was never a means of escape. l can't
think how she'd have found out about it.

How's Selena?

She's had a heck of a shock,
but she'll be OK.

She's talking to the police.

ln here a minute.

You see there?

You don't want to see her.

- She's still there?
- Believe me.

- We might have found something, here.
- What?

Scratches on the inside
of the tunnel door.

- And some on the wall, as well.
- And?

- She was trying desperately to get out.
- lt's hardly surprising.

But that begs the question,
why close the door on herself?

- So someone could have locked her in?
- lt's possible.

lf you really want my opinion, probable.

- She was desperate to get out.
- So she was murdered.

Hang on a minute.
Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

We can't jump to conclusions
over a few scratch marks, can we?

Er, you might not be able to, but l can.

Do you want me to tell the women?

Maybe we should hold off for now?

Until we work out
how best to break it to them.

No. They deserve
that we're honest with them on this one.

She meant too much to them.
What l do need is for us to get whatever

support, listening and counselling staff
we can. Right away.

l'll tell them. l don't think they should
meet their new wing governor just yet.

l know how highly
you all thought of Yvonne Atkins,

and it is with genuine sympathy

that l have to tell you that a member
of our staff today found her body.

She had not escaped beyond
the perimeter walls of Larkhall,

but, tragically, was trapped in the cellar
of one of our redundant wings.

You did this to her, didn't you?

- Not now, Hedges.
- Answer me!

The silly bitch got stuck
trying to escape. End of story.

You wanted her dead.
Everyone here knew that.

You'd do yourself a big favour
by shutting your gob now.

- l'll put it down to you being upset.
- You won't get away with it.

She rejected you, didn't she loverboy?
Didn't want to know.

What happens if that comes out?

Jealous smack-head screw
couldn't say no?

You can blub for Atkins all you like,

so long as you keep your trap shut.
Or God help you.

(Woman) Love you, Vonne, always.

(Women call out)

Never forget ya!

Must've been hard to take, finding her.

- Yeah.
- You all right?

So, she was a real mess, then?

- Shall l describe her to you?
- Shit, no. Course not. Sorry...

lt was the worst thing l've ever seen,

because how she died was written
all over what was left of her face.

To think someone did that to her.

Best not to think about it, eh?
You fancy grabbing a drink somewhere?

- Could even make a night of it.
- l'm sorry?

l don't really fancy heading home
on me tod just yet.

Swift half, then see what happens?

OK, let's get this clear. l don't fancy you.

l don't find you attractive
in any way whatsoever.

l'd rather stick needles in my eyes

than spend a second more
than l have to in your company.

Hang on a minute.

- What's wrong with her?
- Nothing.

Looks like you've had a bit of a tiff.

- Leave it, will you?
- Sorry.

No, Di, sorry.

- Are you up to anything tonight?
- Not at the moment.

Fancy a bit of company?

l thought you were right off me.

Course not.

lt's just this...Atkins business.

lt's really doing my head in.

Yeah, l know. Me too.

- lt's just horrible to think...
- Go for a drink or something?

- Well, l would do...
- But what?

l don't like
the idea of playing sloppy seconds.

There's nothing going on between
me and her, for Christ's sake.

Look...please.

l really don't want
to be by myself tonight.

l need you.

Not tonight, Jim.

(Sobs)

My Rottweiler delivers.

At last.

You take people down to jail all your life,
how comes you don't know the way yet?

l been in this ting
for two hours now. Two hours!

Getting shake all about.

l know you just treat them white girls
like precious cargo.

But a sister,
she get flinged round the back.

Mash up good!

Look at them bruises, there, see?

Oi! Shut it. Pick up your stuff
and come this way.

You'll have fun with this one.
Cotton-wool-in-the-ears job.

lt's because you is racist.

Yes, go on, raise them eyeballs.
You know it's the truth.

And how comes l get nothing for dinner?

Black people need to eat
same way like you, you know.

Love you for ever, Vonne.

Love you, Vonne.

Never gonna forget you, babe.

We'll never forget ya.

(Man whispering)

Aaaaaaargh!

Fenner's a murderer, l know that.

What are you gonna do about it?

That'll be all, Hedges.

Get out.

Police are ready to interview.
You're up first.

Why me?

Why not?
You seem to be top of everyone's list.

Oh, come off it!
l didn't kill her, for God's sake!

Face it, this time it's really over.

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