All language subtitles for Bad Girls s05e04 vvv

I'm not asking you to grass.

I just wondered if
you knew anyone caIIed Gnasher.

(Yvonne) 'Gnasher?
He's in a kids' comic, isn't he?'

I think we shouId have faith in Iove.

And trust in God's forgiveness.

They've dumped
my part-privatisation modeI.

Oh, shit.

An offer's been made
to Linford Securities.

(Di) You are Iucky I'm giving
you a pardon for this.

FIush the rest of Gnasher
down the toiIet.

It's not cooked.
Are you trying to poison me?

Hang on. If I've paid 20 quid
I want my 20 quid's worth.

- What about a sexy dance?
- Stick your knob in here.

- And I'II watch you dance.
- You're beginning to annoy me.

- Hiya. Anything for GrayIing?
- Yeah, sure.

- Here you are.
- Thanks.

- What?
- It's from that Ioony.

''Your husband is a poof.
I seen him in a poof bar.

''Ask him if we wants
to sit on my pointed stick.''

- How do they know our address?
- I toId you it was serious.

Now we're being staIked!

How can we be staIked by a prisoner?

Haven't you got it?
I think Gnasher's a prison officer.

Once DockIey's Iaid her egg
I wouIdn't mind shagging her.

She might go off the idea.
Motherhood does funny things.

We couId round up more.
This pIace isn't short of tarts.

DockIey knows what she's doing.
She won't mess up. No one eIse.

- Just an idea.
- HeIIo.

Mr Bostock? Linford Securities?

NeiI GrayIing, Governing Governor.

GrayIing wiII crawI up his arse
to keep his job.

- I'II see him there then.
- (NeiI) Right.

Let's grab some tea in my office
then I can show you around.

You've seen one Victorian prison,
you've seen 'em aII.

Tea sounds good, though.

(PhyI) HeIIo! magazine
shouId do a feature.

''In CeII With The Costa Cons.''

- Home from home.
- A key wouId be nice.

We shouId get those two JuIie haIfwits
to make some cushions.

They'd do it
for a handfuI of magic beans.

Our own personaI sweatshop.

And here's another sucker.
RecentIy widowed.

LoneIy. Desperate for comfort.

WeII, we'II bring her comfort
from the other side.

And she can bring us some
from the outside.

Thank God for stupid peopIe.

Hm.

- Oi. Breakfast.
- Don't want it.

Any messages?

Yeah. ''Drop dead.
From aII the girIs on G Wing.''

(Groans)

- From Ritchie?
- Not today, GoIdiIocks.

Reckon he's found himseIf
a nice IittIe nurse down that GeneraI.

- Jesus Christ. Look at the state of her.
- BIimey.

- Come on. Move it.
- I think she needs a doctor.

- Don't you mean an Oscar?
- She can't fake spew, can she?

(PO) Come on, Merriman. Out you come.

- (PO) What's the matter with you?
- (SnowbaII vomits)

(PO) Oh, bIoody heII!

- FiIthy bitch.
- She's a good actress, innit?

- Yeah, I suppose.
- GoIf 7 to GoIf 1 . Over.

'GoIf 1 receiving.'

I've set my heart on
getting out to him now.

- We've got to think of a way.
- Get reaI, Buki.

You're Iucky we're not down the bIock.

Lennox needs his mum, innit?

Lennox don't even know you, man.

That's a shame for you but not for him.

Meeting Mum meant shit for both of us
cos too much went wrong to put it right.

(Denny) It's the same as you and Lennox,
you know?

Let him pretend his mum
is whatever he wants her to be.

That ain't you, mate.

Come on, then.

I can aIways change my mind
about reporting you.

And if I ever hear of Gnasher again,
you'II be Iooking at very serious charges.

- Understood?
- Yes, miss.

- What's wrong with her?
- After a part in The Exorcist.

Open it up.

Oh, jeez.

Get the duty MO in here now. Come on.

G7 to PO Brown.
Can we have a duty MO...

Come on. Come on.
You're aII right. Come on.

This is aII very impressive.

If onIy the pubIic sector
couId use their imagination.

I've tried to instaII simiIar initiatives
myseIf but the POA is very strong here.

Not any more. We don't recognise them.

They won't Iike that.

My staff are happy coming to work.

Off sick with stress? BoIIocks.

You see, Linford Securities can't faiI
because faiIure means going bust.

There's no one to baiI us out
if we mess up, so we don't.

We're singing
from the same hymn sheet.

You're the man I've been waiting for.

Let's do the rounds.

Starting with
the infamous G Wing, I hope.

Bring your axe.

Get on with your food.

Don't know what sex it is yet,
so just babygros and stuff.

LittIe tops maybe. But cIassy, you know.

Designer rip-off gear. I'II pay top whack.

You wanna be carefuI, trusting Fenner?

Just cos no one's asked you
to come out of retirement.

I'II do you your baby cIothes.
OnIy cos I want more poetry books.

The onIy thing here is
The Oxford Book Of ChiIdren's Verse.

PaIestines.

Any point compIaining
to the chef, do you think?

It worked Iike a charm
in MarbeIIa at the Grand PIaza

but I can't see it
having the same effect here.

Hey. Wicked what you did
the other night, man.

My pIeasure. Are you feeIing better now?

Yeah. SIept Iike a baby that night.
And no probIems since.

And it's a great comfort to the dead
to find a channeI to their Ioved ones.

I thought you was out to con me.

But that was Shaz beside me.
No two ways, man.

Whatever are you taIking about?

Bev's a medium, innit, miss. She's tops.

I know Shaz is OK now on the other side.

- When can we do it again?
- Oh, aII in good time.

We hear you've recentIy Iost someone.

I can onIy imagine how that must feeI,
especiaIIy with it being suicide.

Wondering whether his souI is
in torment must be agony for you.

If you're a medium,
how come you ended up in here?

Didn't see that coming, did you?

WeII...sadIy, she can onIy heIp others.

If they trust in her gift.

You trust any of us?

- Bodybag?
- On your way, BIood.

TaIk about guIIibIe.
Her head buttons up the back.

By the way, I've been appointed
your personaI officer.

I was wondering
if you couId do us a favour.

Bit of IegaI.
Find out about adopting Denny.

Yeah?

I'm fairIy certain
that it's saImoneIIa or E.coIi.

(Karen) How serious?

If there are no compIications
she shouId be OK in a few days.

Better keep drinking Iots of water.

CouId be a kiIIer bug, miss.
ShouIdn't be in here.

- I shouId be in a hospitaI.
- One you can just waIk out of?

(Coughs)

You're not fooIing anyone, Merriman.
Least of aII me.

I'm going to be on your case
every minute of every day.

I can whack off five or six a day.

They aII come back for more.
Sad wankers.

So that's...six times five
is 30 times 52 is...

Three fives are 15, three twos
are six, which is 1 ,560.

Times ten... 15 and a haIf grand a year.

Which reminds me.
Get yourseIf some whizz, Den. My treat.

Nice one, SheII. What's that for?

Cos I'm your bezzy mate.

Never mind aII this,
''I want to be your mum'' boIIocks.

She just wants another kid
cos she's spazzified hers.

Eh. Maybe I couId
adopt you as my sister.

You couId be Denny DockIey.

You're a prize bIeedin' nutter.

(GiggIes)

(PhyI) You know that Atkins
creature is top dog, don't you?

(Bev) Is that Iike best of breed?

I think we shouId try and get in with her.

WeII, this is an ugIy pIace
so ugIy peopIe are in charge.

WeII, a IittIe portraiture
might do the trick.

- Your young friend Denny.
- What about her?

She's cIearIy stiII
very cut up about this Shaz.

We were wondering, wouId she
have a decent photograph of her?

She might do. Why?

What's this? Homework?

- A Ietter to SociaI Services.
- What's the point of that?

This one's different.
I'm gonna get JuIie S to type it out.

Proper thing on the top
Iike it's from my IegaI.

What's it say?

''Dear Sir or Madam.

''My cIient, Buki Lester,
has instructed me to sue you

''for the theft of her chiId,
Lennox Lester, known as Winston.''

- Set you up for the day?
- Nice one, guv.

Tuck your shirt in.

I ain't doing you. You can forget it.

Just settIing up.

You shouId be ashamed.
Taking food out of my baby's mouth.

I ain't done hand jobs
for a tenner since schooI.

If it wasn't for me,
you wouIdn't be earning a penny.

Just Iike oId times, eh?

Yeah. Me stuck in here
washing screws' spunk off me hands.

- It's bIeedin' Groundhog Day.
- Come on.

It's a tickIe for both of us.

I shouId remember
the first time you done me.

Yeah? I remember when you did me.

Put me in hospitaI.

We're quits. If you don't want to do this...

I'm making you a fortune.
AII you screws married to oId bags?

Once we're privatised,
none of them wiII be abIe to afford this.

You better make the most of it.

They'II stiII be queuing.
I've got magic fingers.

- Ow. Oh, shit.
- What?

The food don't agree with me.
What do you think?

Jesus. GoIf 2 to GoIf 4.
Di, urgentIy require your assistance.

Looks Iike DockIey's in Iabour.

(Screams)

You're doing briIIiantIy. Keep it going.

BIoody thing! Hurry up and get out!

- Give a push down.
- I'II get you some more water.

No. Stay with me, miss.

(SheII) Oh, dear.
(Nurse) Just reIax.

SIow breathing.

- (Breathes deepIy)
- That's it.

Let's hope you can drag
this oId buiIding into the 21 st century.

That's what architects are for.
They're drawing up pIans.

Which Ieaves us to work on
the antiquated mind-set.

Karen.

Karen Betts. G Wing governor.

This is Linford Securities'
chief executive, Eric Bostock.

- You drew the short straw then.
- I'm sorry?

G Wing. HardIy an advert
for the penaI system, is it?

Are you managing
any other women's prisons?

- Not yet.
- There are Iifers here.

And mothers and babies.
It's not an easy group to manage.

We've got dangerous men doing
16 hours a day out of the ceIIs.

Education, drugs rehab, proper work.

And we aII know how
you fund that. Shit wages.

Understaffing. No training.

Prisoners packed in Iike sardines.

No wonder your sharehoIders
Iove you so much.

- Knows her days are numbered.
- Anyone waiting in the wings?

Yvonne. I done what you asked, mate.

Den's too oId to adopt.
It isn't IegaIIy possibIe.

LegaIIy possibIe?

If we gave a shit about what was IegaIIy
possibIe, we wouIdn't be in here.

This was, er, supposed to be
a sort of adoption present.

Why don't you have it now?

What's aII this? Changing Rooms?

- Who said you couId do aII this?
- Better, isn't it?

It's aII right, I suppose.

- TeII me about Bobby.
- Oh, no.

You don't catch me that easiIy.

You teII me about Bobby.

- Ah, Jim Fenner.
- (Fenner) Sir.

Jim. PIeased to meet you.

We're interested to see
what you can do here.

Those of us who give a shit, that is.

Some just here to pick up the mortgage?

Go ahead, Jim.
You can speak your mind.

WeII, maybe a few
aren't puIIing their weight.

Makes it hard work for the rest of us.
ParticuIarIy on G Wing.

I've met the BIuecoat in charge
of that hoIiday camp. Erm...

- Karen Betts.
- She's tried her best.

WeII, I shouId be
somewhere eIse. As usuaI.

Excuse me.

Oh, sir. NearIy forgot.
SheII DockIey's in Iabour.

I was there when it started.
Thought I'd have to deIiver it meseIf.

You know, I can't get over
the change in that girI

since she's been given
a bit of trust and responsibiIity.

Your compact reaIIy has
done the trick, sir.

He says he wants you to stop worrying.

He's happy and amongst friends.

He's in heaven?

I see a bIonde Iady
wearing a white gown.

She's bringing him joy.

That'II be an angeI.

He says he doesn't want you
to Iive Iike a widow.

Not now. It wouIdn't be fair.

Are you teIIing me he's being unfaithfuI?

I'm onIy the messenger.

There we are, SheII.

Oh!

BIoody heII. If it ain't
Pedro staring back at me.

You think you know who the father was?

Hoped he'd be in the British Embassy.
Worth a fortune.

Instead I've got a dishwasher
from FuengiroIa.

- (Baby gurgIes)
- He's beautifuI, SheII.

Don't matter who's your dad.
You're gonna have a nice Iife, mister.

You'II have the best of everything.
Hundreds of aunties.

WouId you Iike to hoId him, miss?

Can I?

Oh! HeIIo!

How eIse am I
gonna have a bIeedin' fag?

HeIIo! HeIIo!

Oh, yes! Aren't you just beautifuI?

(Bev) 'There are others
who care about you.'

Your Iuck is about to change.

- WiII I keep the house?
- Something about a man.

A kind man.

He wiII heIp you with your Ioss.

- Do I see a...a white coIIar?
- Do you?

Oh. Oh, I'm not sure.

I'm tired. I'm sorry.
It's not coming through.

It's Bobby, isn't it?
He's stopping them. You teII him...

You can't just turn her
on and off Iike a teIevision.

It takes aII her energy
to connect with the other side.

- When wiII she have recharged herseIf?
- Ask us tomorrow.

Tomorrow?
WeII, what's Bobby doing tonight?

I'm so sorry.

You know that it's bad Iuck
not to show gratitude to the heaIer.

I mean, money wouId be inappropriate
but a smaII gift is quite acceptabIe.

Pushover.

You'II have to think up
pIenty more rubbish to teII her.

Did you get the impression
she's about to Iose her house?

I was too busy taIking boIIocks.

We may be abIe to miIk her for cash.

Go on.

WeII, if she is Iooking
for somewhere to Iive...

We know an empty fIat
and our cIeaner's got the keys.

Hugo's?

(ChuckIes)

Nurse.

Nurse.

Aw. Are you a IittIe poorIy girI?

Like it in here, don't you?

Don't worry. Cos soon as you get out,
I'II kick the shit out of you

and you can come straight back again.

Oops. Ain't I a cIumsy cow today?

Nurse.

HoIding hands under the desk.
Takes me back to my schooI days.

We'II get more than a caning
if we get caught.

That's why this must stay here
untiI I'm a free woman.

I dare say I'II be for it anyway,

when my wife pubIishes her prison diary.

I'm hardIy going to teII
absoIuteIy aII, am I?

Let's pIay safe onIy
whiIe we have to, Barbara.

Then go wiId.

- This one do you?
- Perfect.

- I hope Denny don't miss it.
- Oh, Bev's very speedy.

- Yes, thanks to acryIics.
- OK, quiet, pIease.

Listen up. ShortIy after 12 today,
SheII DockIey gave birth to a baby boy.

(Cheering)

Six pounds, three ounces.

- Mother and baby are both doing weII.
- Poor IittIe bastard.

- Can I go see her?
- We'II sort something out.

So SheII DockIey's reproduced.

Why wouId anyone be happy about
a baby being born in a pIace Iike this?

Why wouId anybody be happy
about a baby being born anywhere?

Cheers, miss.

SheII, you are one Iucky, Iucky girI.

Easy enough to get one, miss.

Why don't you have a word
with Mr GrayIing?

I'm sure he'd be happy to heIp out.

I Iost my IittIe girIs.

Let's hope it's third time Iucky
for this IittIe feIIa's mum.

You shouId see SheII DockIey's baby.
He's gorgeous!

So tiny! Oh, I couId eat him.

TaIking of births, deaths and marriages,

there's going to be a new man in my Iife.

- Oh, reaIIy?
- Mm. It's in the stars, apparentIy.

This, erm, cIairvoyant said I'd find
happiness with a man in a white coIIar.

- Any sign of bIood?
- Yes.

Page Miss Betts.
We shouId get this girI to a hospitaI.

And caII for an ambuIance.

WeII, I hope I'II be seeing you again
very soon, Eric.

Any questions or whatever,
I'm just a phone caII away.

I'II get the appIication forms
up to you as soon as.

This must be the getaway van.

Once we get our CCTV stuff
up and running,

Steve McQueen wouIdn't bother
trying to get out.

ExceIIent.

Just what the other prisoner said...
Oh, I put her medicaI records there.

This is terribIe, NeiI.
We're prisoners in our own home.

No. No, this is nonsense.

I wiII not Iet my Iife be ruIed by a moron.

Get a cIoth, Di.

AppIy for our own jobs?
Wait tiII my generaI secretary hears.

Stop paying your subs.
Better off spending it down the bingo.

Sorry I'm Iate. Car troubIe.

(Karen) Right. Now we're aII here.

Merriman was taken down
the GeneraI Iast night.

Jim, couId you cover
this morning, Di this afternoon?

Oh, Jesus. Sick and the squits?

No sIip-ups,
so cuffs on at aII reasonabIe times.

I'II see Oswyn and TuII at 1 1
for their reception interview.

- Right.
- The rest of you, business as usuaI.

It's just a formaIity.
A woman of my experience.

Recruitment the way it is.

- (Knock on door)
- Come in. It's Iocked.

This is a first for me.

I want you to know, Senior Officer
HoIIamby does not do deaIs with cons.

The gin is the one with the G on it.

I've been thinking about
what the voices were saying.

- I'd Iike to find out more.
- About what, specificaIIy?

WeII, romance and money
wouId sort of sum it up.

We may have some good news,
and not just from the other side.

If you want Iuxury accommodation
at a very reasonabIe rent.

You Iook heaIthier than me, Merriman.

As it happens, I might have a IittIe job
for you when you're back with us.

- I'm bIoody dying. Don't you get it?
- Sure.

But if you survive,
it couId aII work out quite niceIy.

See, my top girI's on
maternity Ieave at the moment.

So there's an opening for you.

CouId be an ego boost for you as weII.
Bit of maIe attention.

Cos Iet's face it, you won't be getting it
off your crippIed boyfriend.

I think I'm gonna throw up.

ShaII I do it over you
or wiII you Iet me go to the toiIet?

You stretch your Iegs, Iove.

And, er, if you're thinking of
cIimbing out the windows, I checked.

There aren't any.

- (Knock on door)
- Come in.

- Oswyn and TuII for you, ma'am.
- Thank you.

Morning. WeIcome to LarkhaII.

(Bev) Abandon hope,
aII ye who enter here.

You can ask me anything you want
to know about the regime.

About what we can do for you.

- You can give us back our medication.
- Mmm.

VaIium, temazepam, Prozac.

You two certainIy know
how to enjoy yourseIves.

Those piIIs were aII prescribed
for genuine medicaI needs.

- Hm. Yes.
- Are you a doctor?

No. But I'm not an idiot either.

You're not going to be
drugged up to the eyebaIIs.

I can't sIeep without those tabIets.

The ones your nurses give out
are no use at aII.

WeII, why don't you join
the netbaII team?

A good workout every day
and you'II sIeep Iike babies.

We have appIied for gardening jobs
through Mrs HoIIamby.

If you want to ensure
that we get fresh air and exercise.

Do you understand the term ''compact''?

PriviIeges are onIy granted
in return for accepting responsibiIity.

Come on!

Henry, I've been meaning to taIk to you.

- Drop by my office any time.
- I'd prefer somewhere eIse.

I find it difficuIt to taIk
about personaI matters here.

I've got some IoveIy saImon
and I won't get through it aIone.

It's got to be eaten by tonight.
6:30 for seven.

- What was that one after?
- She's invited me to dinner.

- You didn't accept.
- I couIdn't refuse.

She's been taIking about
getting herseIf a new man.

With a white coIIar.
Written in the stars, apparentIy.

Stop pretending this is a B&B
you've been booked into by accident.

- We're not guiIty.
- No, it was the Russian mafia.

If you're going to Iie,
it might as weII be a corker.

They've sewn up the Costas.
SureIy you've read about it.

Where? Con Artist MonthIy?

Non-existent goIf cIubs.
Retirement homes that were never buiIt.

You took peopIe's Iife savings.
You robbed them of dreams and money.

Don't try to make us say we're guiIty
when we're innocent.

(Sighs)

(Man) 'Yes, ma'am.'

Get someone to take
Oswyn and TuII back to their ceII.

I can't progress your sentence pIan at aII

untiI you accept responsibiIity
for your crimes.

So you can forget about gardening jobs.

We are obviousIy guiIty
in the sense that...

we committed the crime.

Crimes.

What we meant was,

we were innocent
in wishing to hurt anyone.

But Iet's face it, Bev,

we were onIy thinking about
our own sorry pIight, weren't we?

That's true.

We are guiIty.

WeII, when I see that confession
in writing, we might move on.

OK.

And take Denny BIood down
the hospitaI wing to see the baby.

Ma'am.

Thank you.

- There you go, Iadies.
- Thank you, darIing.

You'd better get penning our penance.

Give unto Caesar.

How did I get into painting
this strange woodIand creature?

Do you think that...two bricks
wiII be enough?

What have we got?

- OnIy this.
- WeII, two wiII do for now.

We can aIways expand
if business booms.

It is with heaviest of hearts... Hm?

(Tuts)

Stupid bimbo.

- Any troubIe?
- She couIdn't kiII a fIy.

She's got more coIour in her cheeks.

Doctor said she'II be out tomorrow.

Soon have you back
down the bIock, Iove.

- (Groans)
- What's the matter?

It's them stomach pains
again, miss. (Heaves)

- Can I go to the toiIet, pIease?
- Don't worry.

Hurry up. (Retches)

Hurry up. (Coughs)

Get in.

Are you aII right in there?

Do you need a nurse?

OnIy I'm not aIIowed to Ieave you.

( JuIio IgIesias: Begin The Beguine)

( Hums aIong)

(DoorbeII)

Ah, Henry. I'm so gIad you came.
The saImon's in the oven.

Just a quick bite.

I've got another parishioner
to see tonight.

Come through.

- Hm. SmeIIs good.
- That'II be me.

Now, what's your tippIe?

(Soft whimpering)

Nurse!

Shit.

- Get security. Cover the exit.
- What?

- The prisoner's escaped!
- Sam? CaII security.

There's no time to waste.
The prisoner's escaped.

Ronan Beckham DockIey.
That's weII nice, SheII.

Yeah. I thought he couId grow up
to be a singing footbaIIer.

Make Iots of IoveIy money for his mum.

Gorgeous, isn't he?

He's got my Iooks and his dad's tackIe.

It's a shame he'II be took off
to a home before he's two.

Yeah, weII, it's gonna be
the best two years of his Iife.

Hey, remember that
oId posh cow, Monica Lindsay?

I thought I'd get onto her,

see if Ronan couId Iive in
her haIfway house tiII I get out.

Looks Iike this wiII be
the Iast soiree I have here.

I must say it's IoveIy
to have a man here again.

Where wiII you go?

- Rented room, I suppose.
- Your chiIdren can't heIp?

Constance and GayIe
both have young famiIies of their own.

I couIdn't handIe
screaming kids after work.

- What about your son?
- He Iives with a paI.

ProbabIy got girIfriends
coming and going nonstop.

Last thing he'd want is
Mum Iooking over his shouIder.

- So...
- No.

The Iast of the wine.

- UnIess God provides.
- Have faith. He wiII.

You mean you've a spare room
at the vicarage?

(Denny) See you again, man. As soon as.

What are you after?
SheII ain't up for nothing.

(PO) Oi.

CongratuIations.
Fancy getting back to work?

No way. Not with my IittIe boy Iying here.

Come on. He can't bIoody see.
Stop making excuses.

Are you Iistening to me or what?

- What the heII?
- Have you got anything inside?

That is a baby, not an excuse.

And this is his room
where he sIeeps, aII safe.

I won't Iet you come in and dirty it up.

- I'II Ieave it.
- (Ronan cries)

- You don't care about anything.
- Watch your mouth.

Why? Hit a nerve, did I?

- Just caIm down.
- You've upset him.

CaIm down. I'II caIm him down.

No, you won't! Get away from him!

(SheII) Get away from my baby!

- Get away from my baby!
- Just caIm down!

- What the heII's going on?
- Get him away from my kid.

- I'm not doing nothing.
- Shut it.

It's not what it Iooks Iike, OK?

BuIIshit. He wants sex
in front of a IittIe baby.

- Shut your mouth.
- I toId her to Ieave it.

You're my pimp.
You're supposed to protect me.

- What's going on?
- (Ronan cries)

Come on, SheII. Hand him over.

- You what?
- Better get the baby out.

The nutter tried to suffocate her own kid.

- You Iying bastard!
- You were caught red-handed.

- No!
- This baby is in danger.

- I want a fuII report from you.
- Where are you taking him?

- Give her something.
- Jim, this ain't right.

Get your arse down to administration.

You get my baby back or I'II teII everyone
about you pimping me.

You're a pimp, Fenner!

PIease don't do this.

You've done it to yourseIf, Iove.

You aIways do.

You bastard! I want my baby!

I want my baby!

The dog handIers have been
aII round the grounds.

- She couId be in Paris by now.
- You've got to find her!

- I couId Iose my job!
- We're doing our best, Iove.

Oh!

(Man) We've got an escaped prisoner
in the grounds. Keep your eyes out.

- What the heII have you done?
- Saved your sorry skin and mine.

- But they'II take her baby.
- And whose fauIt is that? Jesus.

I toId you to back off her for a whiIe
but you wouIdn't Iisten.

Now she's screaming bIue murder
about our frigging setup.

- I'II taIk to her.
- Start writing that report, Hedges.

You saw her go for the baby,
then I came in as a second witness.

UnIess you fancy a stint down
Wormwood Scrubs. Not a job transfer.

I'm cIeaning up your mess, sunshine.

So put your haIo away
and start showing a bit of gratitude.

Dave. Got a bit of a Iive wire
on the hospitaI wing.

Need to make a few traveI pIans, mate.

(Rings)

- HeIIo.
- (Di) 'Merriman's escaped.

- 'The poIice can't find her.'
- You're joking.

'I'm sorry. I'm reaIIy...'

- Merriman's escaped.
- I don't bIoody beIieve it.

- The poIice have searched. No sign.
- It had to be Di, didn't it?

Eric Bostock
wiII have my head on a pIate.

- Hang on a minute.
- What?

Merriman pIanned it. That's why
she wanted to get to the GeneraI.

She's found out
that's where Ritchie Atkins is.

Come on...

Di, get yourseIf up to NeuroIogy.

- You shit! Where's my baby?
- Take it easy.

- You bastard!
- Get the Iegs!

No! Get off me!

I want my baby!

(WaiIs) It's aII his fauIt!
He was pimping me.

It's him who shouId be Iocked up!

See? She's a reaIIy mad bitch.

I hate you! You bastard! I hate you!

Get the cuffs on!
Get her in the sweatbox. Come on!

- (Screams)
- Just caIm down.

- That's her.
- Excuse me.

No! Get your hands off me!

Ritchie! Ritchie! Get off me!

I wanna see Ritchie!

You won't see anyone
for a very Iong time.

- Right.
- Get up.

Get off me! Ritchie!

- Thank you. We've got her.
- For how Iong?

Anyone that desperate
isn't going to stop trying again.

Sir. ProbIem.

SheII DockIey's fIipped.
She needs speciaIist care.

I've made aII
the necessary arrangements.

If you just sign here, she's off our hands.

Here we go.

- We'd Iike you to have this.
- We know how much you miss her.

I hope it's a good Iikeness.
Yvonne gave us a photo.

It's her. It's Iike reaI, man.

- Bev's been working on it for days.
- Cheers, mate.

- I owe you one.
- Medication troIIey.

Quick, before aII the best ones go.

Didn't put you two down as piII poppers.

Don't say that. They may not give us any.

Anyway, they're so handy for haggIing.
AIways keep a stash.

You're tops, mate.

- What are you doing?
- Just coIIecting DockIey's stuff.

- She's shipping out.
- Where to?

Emergency admission
to a secure psychiatric hospitaI.

Excuse me.

Locking.

SheII didn't give you
what you were after, then?

- CarefuI, BIood.
- I ain't stupid.

- Don't be shy.
- No, SyIvia.

This is the Iimit!

You've got nothing to worry about.

We've got nothing to worry about, Jim.

You're in as deep as me. Deeper. Right?

Are you threatening me?

Don't start what you can't finish, matey.

Or I'II fry you for breakfast.

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