All language subtitles for Bad Girls s06e03.eng

There'll only be one bastard screw
and you're looking at her.

You're under the microscope 24-7
till you give me what l want.

(Phyl) To be on the safe side, l'm taking
all drugs off the wing that we don't need.

We need a special hiding place.

Fenner's a murderer, l know that.

That'll be all, Hedges.

What are you gonna do, Fenner?
Want me to tell you?

Nothing! Cos you're screwed, mate.

Tell them l'm a smack-head. l don't care.
Face it, this time it's really over.

Shut up!

(Scraping)

Jesus!

Damn it! You stupid, gluttonous bitch!

lf she dies, Oswyn, it's on your head.

Uh... Who's there?

- Where am l?
- Hospital wing.

(Bev) What? How?

How many phone cards
fund a heroin overdose?

Overdose?

Oh, my God!

Five more minutes
and you would've been dead.

- You can tell me where it came from.
- (Bev groans)

- Who was your supplier?
- Don't let the rolling eyes fool you.

- She understands.
- Do l look like a fool?

l know her bloody name.

Either you tell me or l break you both.
Your choice.

What are you getting all dolled up for
this morning?

Just keep my end up.

Why don't you put your glad rags on?
Might make you feel better.

Better? Only thing that'd make me
feel better is when Fenner croaks it.

- You ready for work, Julie?
- Any news about a murdered screw, sir?

Eh?

Fenner won't last long
when Lauren Atkins gets onto him.

Fingers crossed, eh, Mr Hedges?
lf you really cared about Vonne.

You haven't told her about...?

You think l can't keep a secret?

(Blows his nose)

Mrs Yates, l didn't expect...

- Milly called you.
- She's my daughter. Of course she did.

You can tell Kristen she's not going
to put the blame on her little sister

- for the evil she did.
- Kris didn't do it. That's the truth.

Oh, l know the truth.

About her and you.

All right, mate?

What's that smell?

Ugh!

- Why don't you just go?
- l've got to speak to her.

- This is the Heathrow coach?
- That's right, love.

Her phone's switched off.
l'll try Heathrow, check the flight.

She's not coming, is she?
You've frightened her off!

Working.

The DST went in hard last night,
turned G Wing inside out.

No drugs.

But these tell me Oswyn's dealing
so l want the whole wing piss tested.

- l want her every movement marked.
- Pardon me?

Until Oswyn cracks or someone
squeals her up for a quiet life.

No chance of a quiet life
this side of the flaming bars.

Give me five minutes and a free hand,
l'd crack the likes of Oswyn.

l'll give you the whole morning, Sylvia.
You're on first watch.

- Paula, fetch Tull back from hospital.
- Yes, ma'am.

Special assignment for you, Colin.

- You're Darlene Cake's personal officer.
- Great.

- You up for a challenge?
- Yeah.

What about the death threats l've had?

The rotten meat
some psycho left in my locker.

- l'm looking into it.
- (Di) That's not good enough.

He's at the top of Lauren Atkins' hit list.
He needs police protection.

- Trust me.
- How the shit do you know what l need?

Obviously a shit-load more than you do.
My old squad's busted the Atkins gang.

At this moment,
the goddaughter is grieving for her mum

in a high-security cell in Clapton Marsh
looking at an eight-year stretch.

Possession of firearms,
supplying Class A.

You should be grateful
they didn't remand her in here.

- 'Ere, Tine, fetch us the toast, will you?
- Yeah, sure.

Oh, so you've got the time for me now,
have you?

Yeah. Look, l've got bad news.
About Lauren Atkins.

l'm telling you
so that Fenner can't hit you with it.

- All yours.
- Do l deduce you've failed to fit me up?

- How's Bev?
- Alive-ish.

No thanks to you.

- When's she coming back in here?
- She's not. You'll have new buddies.

ln uniform, round the clock.
Starting with Mrs Hollamby.

- Right hand out.
- Charmed, l'm sure.

Enjoy.

lf you know what's good for you, Oswyn,
give up playing the drugs baron.

- And quick.
- Not guilty.

Bastard.

Murderer.

- Darlene.
- What rule you gonna lay on me now?

l'll introduce myself.
l've been made your personal officer.

- You made my who?
- Personal officer. Mr Hedges.

l'm here to help you make the best use
of your sentence. lf you have problems...

lf me have problems?

Oh, like l's lock up in prison

cos white men think, if you is black,
you is born bad?

Well, there ain't no ''if'' black people
got problems, Mr Personal Officer!

l got a big problem with you!

- Have you got something to tell me?
- No.

No one supplied me,
l just...um...found it in the lavs.

Right. Paula, get Tull to pack her things.
She's moving to the four-bed dorm.

- You can't stick me in with those kids.
- lf you act like a teenager, l can.

This is a bloody personal vendetta.

- lt's your call.
- l'm going to call our lawyer.

- You can't deny my that right, can you?
- Feel free.

- What's this?
- Pin system.

Name of the game
in most of Her Majesty's now.

Each inmate has their own private code

so it's chips
to your phone-card drug deals.

Maybe you could recycle them
as coasters.

lt was good of Mr Hedges
to tell us first, though, eh?

Just run out of things to hope for.

Nothing in my whole bleedin' life
happened like l hoped.

No 10-year-old girl hopes she'll grow up
to be some sad old tart banged up in jail.

- Bollocks. How many boobs?
- You've still got your lovely boy David.

l'll probably be dead
before he even leaves college, Ju.

l don't think l can ever tell him that.

Well...you tell him you love him, innit?

- That's what l'll tell my kid every day.
- No wonder no breakfast is served.

The servers are too busy yakking.

Lauren Atkins going down
don't mean you're home free, Fenner.

Eh? Who told you that?

Plenty of sharps round here,
ain't there, girls?

Yeah.

- Got all sorts, innit, Tine?
- That's right. We got all sorts here.

Plenty of girls out there
could do damage with 'em, right, Ju?

Mm-hm. Serious damage, Ju.

- Piss...easy.
- Get back!

Get away from me!

- (Tina) He's a mess.
- We're gonna get you, Fenner.

Sooner or later, we'll have you for good.

- Got a new girlfriend, then?
- Don't think much of yours, love!

(Sylvia) That's enough! Shut it!

l can't be drinking that puke.
You got any cocoa?

- Only if you're a Mormon.
- lf me a who?

You know, like the Osmonds.
Well, you've heard of them, yeah?

Crazy horses, waaah waaaah!

Don't diss me, girl,
else l'll whup you so...

You know, it's a religion. Only drink
cocoa. That's why we ain't got any.

We ain't got any Mormons on G Wing.

You want to do something for me?
Sort out changing my religion.

You all right, Jim?

- ls everything all right?
- Those bitches.

l'm only trying to do my job.

They're all needling me about Dockley.

Where's this come from? Forget her.

Haven't you just had the best news?

No more Atkins gang.
And Shell Dockley's long gone.

There's plenty more nutters out there
just waiting for their chance.

- Maybe you should see Dr Nicholson.
- You think l've lost it. Go on, say it.

- l'm not saying that.
- There's nothing wrong with me.

Spending all day locked up in here
with bloody psychos.

They've all got the knives out for me.
Happened once, it can happen again.

- ls Milly OK?
- l don't know.

- What?
- She wasn't there.

- She's still in Toronto?
- l rang your auntie.

She's done a runner
with some boyfriend.

- That's that, then.
- There's something else.

Your mother turned up.

(Sylvia) Come on, come on, move it.
Hurry up.

- Just come clean and get this over with.
- l, unlike you, have some fighting spirit.

And l, unlike you, am bagged up
in the gorm dorm.

l'll teach Myers
she won't bring me to my knees

and you wouldn't cope
without my supplies.

l told you, my affair with Harry est fini.

l'll remind you of that when you come
grovelling. Must you tread on my toes?

- lf you don't like it, you know what to do.
- And as l have had to repeat,

l am unable to oblige
because l have no drugs.

Mum must've frightened her
out of her wits.

''They'll stick you
in some young offenders' institution.''

l'm sure Milly will be back in touch soon.

- Try speaking to your mum.
- What?

- Convince her...
- You're out of your mind.

Write to her, ask her to visit.

She hates me, Selena.

She hated me when l was a Daddy's girl.

- And then when l went and...killed him...
- But her testimony could swing it.

lf she could tell the appeal court
what your dad was really like.

- ln your dreams.
- lt's got to be worth a try.

Please, Kris.

- How's it going?
- Fine.

Jim, any more problems,
you come to me, yeah?

- No worries. Everything's under control.
- Good, because stress up here

should be treated as seriously
as a broken bone or a slipped disc.

No need to blame yourself.

All l needed to know was
what you told us about the Atkins gang.

Take as long as you need to get back
on track, but if it's too hard working here,

feel free to come and chat
about other options.

(Dr Nicholson) Come in.

Jim. OK?

Er...yeah.

Er...have you got a free minute?

With pleasure.

- You all right?
- Got my white coat on for you.

Look, l...l don't want to waste your time,
Malcolm.

Um...it's...um...

Jim, spit it out.

l've been having trouble sleeping.

You know, the...er...Atkins investigation.

That was a terrible strain.

Time was l thought the Old Bill
were out to frame me up.

And Governor ''Gayling'' passing you
over for another bossy madam.

Yeah, it's just been one knock-back
after another.

Even when the cops
proved me innocent,

the bitches out there
have still got their claws out.

Er...

l've been have these...um...
these flashbacks.

You know, Dockley, the...um...

..the stabbing.

lt's...it's...it's...like a...you know,
what do you call it?

lt's like a vicious circle, you know.

The more l get the jitters...
the more l can't sleep.

lt just keeps...
keeps on dragging me down.

Help you get a good night's kip.

Oh, great, that's all l need.

Jim.

- Don't let them get under your skin.
- You're right.

Hey, and remember this about Dockley.
You're the one still standing.

Yeah. Thanks, Malcolm.

lnstead of staring at me, why don't you
do something to your own face?

Why don't you own up
and put a stop to this nonsense?

Perhaps you could go and do nothing
for a moment.

Nature calls. Do you mind?

- Anything to report?
- Professional games player.

Right, meals on CC and no work.
Maybe that'll cramp her style.

- Style? With this ugly accessory?
- Di's going to relieve you.

- Speaking of which.
- Best of British.

- Do we have to watch her go to the loo?
- She's put herself in the spotlight.

Leaving the real culprits free
to go about their business unhindered.

Watch her every second, no matter what.

(Phyl urinates)

You call this value for taxpayers' money?

l call this one power-mad woman's
bloody ego trip.

Just hurry up and flush.

(Reggae music)

- Do you want a toke?
- No!

l'd rather have a nice gin and tonic.

She born again. Like me.

Get some respect when l's a Mormon.

Them screws think
Rasta just mean junkie.

- They think Scottish means smack-head.
- And Mormon means hot chocolate?

That's right. Why you don't believe
l'm going to be a Mormon?

Mr Hedges get me this form.
You see it there? Check it, now.

lt don't say if you're black,
you can't be a Mormon.

You can't just be one
cos you don't like tea.

Me find out what else is cool
with this Mormon crew.

Maybe check out their website.

Look, maybe l can be of help
if you could just turn that thing off.

- Like how?
- Swept off my feet

by one of the Mormon Tabernacle Choir
as a student.

- Share it with me, girl.
- (Music off)

- Well, drug-taking is an absolute no-no.
- Why me have to give up being a Rasta.

They believe that humans
can become gods in the afterlife

so that's something to look forward to.

Become a god? l see it now.

But in this life, any kind of stimulation -
caffeine, alcohol -

is strictly taboo.

- So they have to give me cocoa.
- (Bev groans)

(Male prison officer) Yeah, next.

Next.

(Prison officer) Come on, hurry up.

- l'll stay in today. l don't feel so good.
- l'll stay with you.

No, no, you go.
Go out and get some fresh air, yeah?

Miss, is it all right if l stay in? l'll get
myself a cuppa. l don't feel so good.

- Yes, of course.
- Cheers.

Jim, can you take over here, please?

Jim! Can you escort the women
into exercise?

Sure, fine. Take over from Selena, yeah?
Cheers.

Move along, now, move along. Come on.

- Are you OK?
- Shit to average. Here.

What's this?

- You've done it!
- Won't make any difference.

- But yeah. You good for a stamp?
- Yeah.

Not looking forward
to the big family reunion.

Keep out of trouble
and well away from Fenner.

Too busy watching his back
to worry about picking on me,

but he's gonna cop for it...
sooner or later.

Kris, don't get involved
in anything stupid. Promise me.

(Darlene) Mr Hedges!

- l've got my application fill out.
- You're really serious about this.

Why everybody stand in me way, man?
Help me. Make it happen.

- lt's the wing governor's decision.
- When?

l don't know.
l've never had anyone change religion.

l'll be number one, then.

Mr Hedges, if that's about her changing
to be a Mormon, she's having a laugh.

She's only after changing her hot drink.

- l mean, do l look like a heroin addict?
- Well, not to my eyes.

But you can't expect Miss Myers
to have the same experience as me,

being as how she put in
the minimum of graft to get a desk job.

She's flying on a wing and a prayer, then.

Hey, Mr Hedges!

- You give the boss me application?
- l'm not sure how far you'll get.

- What's wrong with it?
- l'm not sure about your reasons.

How you mean? l work proper hard
on that thing. Don't you be dissing me!

- l'm not.
- Yes, you do.

- You is one racist screw!
- Darlene... All right. l am not a racist.

Don't ''Darlene'' me, mister.

Yous call me a liar and
yous diss me down cos yous a racist!

- These bitches will tell it.
- We all saw.

- You cannae talk to her like that.
- She's spoiling for a fight.

- l don't like what l'm hearing from you.
- Right, that is enough.

(Women prisoners shout)

That's right, protect your white bitch!

- (Everyone shouts at once)
- Julie...Julie.

Get me another form, but this time
l make a complaint on you!

(Everyone shouts)

What are you looking for?

- Must've left them in the car.
- What?

Just some pills Malcolm gave me.

- You've been to see him?
- Yeah, popped my head round.

- l'm OK.
- What kind of pills did he give you?

Just some pills, Di.

What about this one, eh?

l'll cook you something nice.
We can have a cosy night in.

Or we could go to bed...

Jim! Sorry, sorry.

Jim, look at me, talk to me.

Hey, hey.

l need you, Di. Don't leave me.

Course l won't. l love you.

- Marry me, Di.
- What?

Marry me. Be my wife.

- Do you mean it?
- Of course l do.

(Di laughs delightedly)

So have you anything to say for yourself,
Mr Hedges?

- l'm not a racist.
- You didn't ''roll your eyes'' at Darlene?

- No.
- Laugh in her face?

- ls that what she said?
- Call her a lying Rasta?

l wouldn't do that.

No, l didn't think so.

Good, you believe me.

As much as l'd like to toss this in the bin,
it's got to be investigated.

Do you still want to be
Darlene's personal officer?

- l don't give up that easily.
- Good.

l like a man with staying power.

That lying screw soon be dragging
his dirty racist tail outta here.

Mr Hedges is one of the nicest ones.

Outside for a moment, Cake.

You sack that lowlife scum yet, Miss?

l need a few minutes with your friends.
Go.

- (Darlene mockingly) A few minutes...
- Thank you.

Now, what happened between
Darlene and Officer Hedges?

l heard him. Called her a mad black bitch
just for wanting to change her religion.

Strange, Darlene never mentioned that
in her complaint.

Why don't l tell you the whole story
in exchange for confiscating that stereo?

Tell Oswyn to talk, then l can
move you back to your old cell.

Sadly, you overestimate
my powers of persuasion.

Right, l want the truth now.

Cake...l take allegations of racism
very seriously.

Good.

As seriously ask l take false allegations.

False allegations?
What them bitches been saying?

Any comeback on your cellmates,
you will be in solitary.

- l see how this place works.
- l'm refusing your application.

l advise you to write a letter of apology
to Officer Hedges.

- You're in the clear.
- l told you so.

- Fancy a drink later?
- You're the boss.

Good answer, Colin.

- Oswyn.
- Uh!

Just checking you're still alive.

What, by giving me a heart attack?

Observations will be every 15 minutes.
Might interfere with your beauty sleep.

- Unless you want to confess.
- Don't worry about me.

- l'll take that.
- You can't do that!

And these.

You'll get them back when you start
talking. How's that for a deal, eh?

Night-night.

You've left the lights on.

Cow.

- (Romantic theme music)
- lt was good, wasn't it?

l'll go and light some candles
in our bedroom.

Mrs Di Fenner.

Sounds good, doesn't it?

Course, some'll say
we're being a bit quick,

but l've never felt like this before.

Course...we'll have to sell this place

and mine.

Yeah, yeah,
we've got a lot to think about.

Need to get my divorce finalised first.

Wonder what Neil will say
when we tell him.

You do love me, don't you?

- lt's just that you've never...
- Love? What's that, then?

Yeah, course l do.

Show me.

- Aren't you going to give me a top-up?
- Sorry.

- Yeah, you give the orders.
- Oh, l'm big on discipline.

Might be something to do
with being an ex-cop.

The training's pretty tough, l hear.

Mm. Mentally and physically.

Well...your way definitely seems
to be getting results.

Take your trousers off.

(Women prisoners talking)

l've never been so popular.

- (Colin) But shouldn't we lock the door?
- No, everyone's gone home.

(Colin gasps)

(Myers) no one can hear you scream.

(Julie J) Ju?

Are you awake?

Yeah.

All this stuff about Vonne...

..maybe we ought to leave it, you know.

Let her rest in peace, yeah?

Peace? The way she went?

l don't think so.

Sometimes l think
l'm the only one that still cares.

You know you're not.

l'm gonna make sure
everybody remembers Yvonne.

Course you are.

l'm already on death row.
What else are they gonna do?

Why are you saying this?

Cos it's true.

l'm going out of here in a wooden box.
Just got to make sure Fenner goes first.

Jesus Christ Almighty!

l haven't felt like that in a long time.

Not bad for someone who reckons
he's out of practice.

Haven't you got a home to go to?

l thought we could carry on the party
at yours.

Don't go getting any ideas.

l walk out of that door and go back
to my life...and you go back to yours.

Yeah, OK, right, yeah.

That's not to say l might not fancy
a repeat performance sometime.

Jesus!

Di...help me, please!

Di... Di.

Di... Di...

(Screams)

lt was just a bad night's sleep.

Why don't you stay in bed
and l'll make you some tea?

No!

Or maybe you could take a sickie.

Me, too. Leave Myers in the shit
and go looking for engagement rings.

Maybe your nightmares have something
to do with them. A strange reaction?

Di...do you still want to marry me?

Of course l do.

Cos l'm not much of a man, am l?

That's what it's all about, isn't it?

For better, for worse,
in sickness and in health.

As long as we don't have
any secrets from each other.

l want to make a phone call. Now.

Can you hear?

OK, l can't get any rest
so nor will any of you.

Get me the board of governors.
l still have rights.

What about the others women's right
to a drug-free environment?

Ask them. Offer 'em drugged up or
drug free. Let's see which they ask for.

l guess we're going to have to
crank that rack up a bit tighter.

- This is your idea of fun, isn't it?
- Mm-hm.

Governor Grayling's at an international
conference so l'm Acting Governor.

Organise another set of piss tests.
We'll re-test the wing and spin every cell.

That's the order of the day from now on.

- We haven't even got the last results.
- We won't wait.

Oh, and Oswyn's on CC full time
from now on, clear?

Talk about a waste of time.

- Right, let's get going.
- Er...if l could have a second.

Um...Jim and l...um...
we'd like to make an announcement.

Can't keep it secret any longer.
We're getting married.

- At least you found a real man this time.
- Congratulations.

- Frances...
- Not on prison hours, Officer Hedges.

(Key in door)

- What's going on?
- Re-doing the drugs tests.

They're baying for your blood out there.

l'll be surprised if your junkie pal
makes it back in one piece.

You've got the soft option -
chumming me.

l'm not chumming you anywhere.
You're on full CC until further notice.

Give it here, O'Kane.

- What's that?
- That's your breakfast.

You don't get normal servings
till you tell them what they want.

We're all sick of it.

- You've gotta be joking!
- lt's the Myers diet.

No protein, vitamins or minerals.
The weight just drops off.

Tell that bitch l want to talk!

Just dip your test tube in the khazi.
Gi'e us all a break.

They're welcome to mine.
lt's as pure as mountain spring water.

- Get your mate to spill the beans, then.
- l've told her.

This is getting stupid, ain't it, Ju?

You all right?

- Fine.
- You haven't been called yet.

- Be back in a sec.
- Where are you going?

They're going to bust us bad.
All because of your rich-bitch friend.

- Hey, shut it, Cake.
- l want the Governor down here now!

- This ain't lawful, man!
- Don't make me laugh.

What you lot know about the law, you'd
write on a pin-head. Same with manners.

Mr Hedges.

- Look, l'm really worried about Ju.
- We can do her later if she's off-colour.

No, no, it's not that.

Kris Yates's mother phoned. Kris wrote
to her. Know anything about a letter?

No, she hasn't said anything to me.

She's distressed. She can't believe
Kris was allowed to contact her.

She's got no idea.

Of what Kris has been through.
By herself. With no support.

lf she wants support,
she's looking for it in the wrong place.

(Phone rings)

- Myers.
- l'll talk to her.

Let her stew. l'll be along shortly.

- Can l have a word, ma'am?
- Course you can, Paula.

l witnessed Cake been racially abused
by an officer.

l've dealt with that. l'm satisfied
that Officer Hedges was set up.

Not by Colin, ma'am, by Sylvia Hollamby.

For God's sake, Ju, don't do
nothing stupid, not in Vonne's name.

What are you doing here? You're both
supposed to be having a piss test.

- Bastard!
- Julie, no!

Jesus!

l told you she'd do something.
You never should've done that.

l wanted to finish him off.
All l did was cut his bleedin' hand.

You know what he's like.
He'll get you for that.

You gonna report me?

You cut an officer with a knife.
You think he's not gonna report you?

l'm sorry.

You all right?

Them bitches!
l'll shaft the bloody lot of them!

Look, she ain't well, is she? That Julie.

Look, l don't think she meant
anything by it. l had hold of her.

You'd better get that seen to.
l'll call medical.

Go piss yourself, Hedges!

l'm sorry you got mixed up in it,
but l ain't sorry for what l done.

So what'll you tell the Governor?

Have you seen Jim?
He's off radio and l can't find him.

Sorry, l can't help you.

- l want to make a deal.
- Go on.

l'll tell you where the stash is
and shut up shop for good.

What do you want?

Bev and l back together.

ln a two-bed cell. And better jobs,
which would mean red-band status.

And that's it?

Granted.

You can throw in a bottle of gin
if you like.

Take me to the drugs.

l'm almost sorry this is over.
l've enjoyed seeing you crumble.

Have you seen Jim? He's off radio and
we're going into town to look for rings.

Seems to me
you and marriage don't go together.

(Women wolf whistle and whoop)

- (Woman) Oh, my God!
- (Laughter and whooping)

(Jim) l didn't do it.

Do you hear me? l didn't do it.

Look...

..you can cut me if you want...

..but l've got nothing to hide.

Look at me.

Look at me. l'm innocent.

Just look at me. See?

l'm innocent. l'M lNNOCENT!

We've got a new lifer on the wing -
Janan Hamad.

The demonstration is now in its fifth day.

There is no sign that the protesting
prisoners are ready to admit defeat.

Hello, Yates. You miss me?

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