All language subtitles for Bad Girls s05e08.eng

Hey!

No, no, no. Don't do this. Spit them out.

Atkins's cell spin. l take it you got lucky.

l'm not fitting her up for this, Fenner.
Nothing there, OK?

You know there was.
Cos l made bloody sure of it.

So either you're not doing your job,

or you and her
have got something going.

What is this?

He's my son.

(Yvonne) What have you done?

Ritchie.

Ritchie!

(Sobs)

- A coming out party.
- They won't believe you!

Not if l give them
my announcement first.

What announcement?

l'm pregnant.

And it's yours.

- Thought you might borrow these.
- Cheers.

l can't be there but l've sent flowers.

And l'll be thinking of you.

And Ritchie.

- Who's the escort?
- Fenner.

We haven't enough female staff
to spare from wing duties.

What about Mr Hedges?

He was the last one to see Ritchie alive.

l can't go through this cuffed to Fenner.

OK. Go get your breakfast.

Same time l'm chucking up
l'm starving hungry.

Spare me. l've more important things
on my agenda.

What's more important than our baby?

Convincing Area to secure my job.
And don't say ''our baby''.

l know it will seem
more like mine till it's born

but l didn't get pregnant
on me own, did l?

lt wasn't me. More likely
it's all just one of your fantasies.

- l'll take another test if you like.
- Just get rid of it.

Are you telling me to have an abortion?

You won't trap me with that old trick.

l only have sex with men.
lt's pretty reliable birth control.

l can't believe
you don't remember that night.

l know you were drunk
but we were lovely together.

Please. You're making me feel sick now.

Why are you being so horrible to me?

What was l thinking when l married you?

That we could make it work.
Same as l was.

Well, we were both wrong, weren't we?

You'd better not breathe
a single whisper about this. Right?

Right.

Don't look so worried. You'll be OK.

Hey?

All that work you put in. You'll walk it.

Oh, yeah, l guess so.

lt's just l've never
passed an exam in me life.

- Your turn then, innit?
- Yeah, suppose so.

You just keep your head
and give it all you got.

l'm taking you off
black armband escort duty.

- Why?
- Because l'm still wearing the suit.

(Sniffs)

- Heavy night last night?
- Just a bit of a cold.

You're escorting Yvonne Atkins
to her son's funeral today.

So make sure you don't keel over.

l thought Jim was taking her.

Given a choice, she asked for you.

Right. Snowball Merriman
remains on the hospital wing.

l'm still waiting for a report.

McKenzie and Blood had
their adjudication yesterday

for their part in the hostage incident.

14 days each on CC.

What about bloody Atkins?

She gets let off light
cos her stupid son topped himself?

l know Sylvia's on holiday,

but you don't have to chip in
with her usual contributions.

Any problems, you know where l am.

Smug cow.

She'd be signing on by now
if it hadn't all kicked off.

We're none of us safe till Neil is.

He's up at Area trying
to keep us all on board.

Yeah? Well, my chance of a desk job
walked out with bloody Bostock.

So.

Your gangland girlfriend's ready
for you to meet the family.

- Must be serious.
- Nothing to do with me.

lf it wasn't, you'd have
found that smack in her cell.

You failed your test, mate.

So you're gonna have to
have a little resit.

One of her clan of crooks slips her
something at the funeral.

We find it on her
when she comes back in.

What have you got against her?
She's burying her son today.

You worry what l've got against you.

Wouldn't want Atkins finding out
about what you did to Dockley.

You do that, l'll drop you in it.
lt was you playing pimp.

Dob me in and you take
the rest of the lads down as well.

Wouldn't fancy being
in your shoes, mate.

That report you put in doesn't hold up.

Betts has already smelt a rat.

And you're the one with his tail
caught in a trap, mate,

if l let it go ''snap''.

See you and Atkins after the funeral.

lt's from Christopher Biggins.

Buki's got a letter
from Christopher Biggins!

- Oh, what's he say?
- He sent me a letter from my boy!

''Dear Mum...

''Thanks for the Dream Machine.
lt's wicked.

''Did you see me in it on the telly?''

- Did he get on the telly?
- When was that?

Probably when we were banged up
for doing the PR.

''l don't care what you done.
l love you.''

He signed it ''Lennox''. Look.

- You're kidding!
- Four kisses.

He put ''Winston'' first
then crossed it out. Little love.

( Sombre organ)

Don't pretend to be invisible.

Wouldn't be an Atkins funeral
without a uniform.

Leave it out, will you?

His name's Colin Hedges.
My daughter Lauren.

(Yvonne) He's all right, yeah?

Don't tell me you've even
got a soft spot for screws.

Jesus, Lauren. You want to make
this day even harder for me?

lt's you who made it how it is, Mum.

l know all l done wrong.

But let's just think
the best of Ritchie today.

Just let's get him buried
with my dickbrain dad.

- Tough chick.
- Yeah.

But at least she won't trash herself
for anyone.

Thou knowest, Lord,
the secrets of our hearts.

Shut not thy merciful ears
to our prayers, but spare us.

Lord most holy, O God most mighty,

O holy and merciful saviour.

We have entrusted our brother
Richard to God's mercy,

and we now commit his body
to the ground.

Earth to earth, ashes to ashes,
dust to dust...

..who died, was buried,
and rose again for us.

To Him be glory forever.

Amen.

Anything l can do for you, Mum,
you know l'll do it.

Me and you now.

Ooh, miss, can we have
an app for the telly?

lt was on the news -

our wheelchair with Buki's boy in it.

- Would they send us a video?
- lt'd make Buki's day.

Who told you about it?

Lennox wrote it in his letter.

You know it's not
going to get to him, Buki.

lf we don't intercept it,
the care home will.

What, miss?

He ain't in prison.
Why are they checking his mail?

Buki, you know the system.
Don't think you can beat it any further.

lf Social Services
got to know about this...

l'll have to get in touch
with Christopher Biggins.

He can tell Lennox that you're glad
he loves his wheelchair

but there can't be any more letters

or someone's going to
end up in court, OK?

lf l can trust you,

l'll ask him to send us
a video of them on the telly.

Please, miss. l'd do anything
to see Lennox happy.

l've got so many
bad pictures in my head.

You're gonna have to let me lose these.

- You all right, Di?
- Oh, l'm fine.

Just a bit of a tum. lt'll pass.

Looks like you've got
the same bug as Colin.

l don't think any man's caught
what l've got.

lt's no good, l can't keep it to meself.

- l'm pregnant.
- Congratulations!

Thanks. Me and Neil are over the moon.

- l'll bet.
- l wanted to tell everyone.

But he's so shy. He'd keep it
hush till we had a toddler.

Hell, Ju. Lucky for you l'm not Fenner.

Yeah. Just got a bit hot
and sweaty, that's all.

- Did it go OK?
- Mm. All right, l think.

First's the worst, yeah?
Next one will be a breeze.

Don't half drain it out of you, though.

l've got some dinner for you.
Want me to fetch it?

No, l'll come down in a minute.

l'll just fix me face first.

Don't stress yourself, love.

lt's only the mocks, innit?
lt ain't the real live thing.

Yeah. Just feels like it.

Saying it went like shit, then?

Saying you want me
to shut up asking about it?

Saying me whole rotten life's
gone like shit, ain't it, Ju?

Friggin' sick of it.

Even when l can finally
see a future for meself.

Given it all l got to get there.

l'm a born bleedin' loser.

Come on, Ju.

We might all get blown up
by another bomb tomorrow.

No point in killing ourselves
worrying about it. Hey?

Hm?

Soon as, yeah?

Karen.

So, is that a thumbs up or down?

Assuming you'll want to stay
in post under my management,

it's a, er...let's celebrate.

Right. That's assuming there are
no more privatisation deals.

None of them will
want to touch this prison now.

l convinced Area that the riot
was a demonstration of loyalty.

So the women lose remission
and we get the glory.

Cheers.

You wouldn't rather give my job
to Jim Fenner?

You seemed to be grooming him
for it with Bostock.

One thing you need
to understand about me.

All l care about is results.
No personalities. Just what works.

Which would not have been you
governing G-Wing under Bostock.

Lucky he beat me to the exit.

Area want all your staff to do
some refresher training, as and when.

You can't refresh
the likes of Jim and Sylvia.

Easier to train up some new recruits.
Build a fresh team.

Let's not rock the boat
till it's back afloat.

Another result you'll like.

Finally filled the senior medical officer
vacancy from tomorrow.

Amazing.

l gather you're also trying to fill
a vacancy at home, Neil.

Di told me you wanted to keep it secret.

Sorry.

Cheers.

l was biding time
while we both got our heads around it.

Still pinching ourselves.

Can't really believe
it's going to happen to us.

You will, when you change its nappy.

Trust me.

ls it all right if l use the computer
for five minutes?

Yes, help yourself.

- Thanks for helping me today.
- Nothing to thank me for.

l wish l could have helped your son.

How about yourself?
Still on the smack?

This is a cold as in turkey, yeah?

l'm doing it the hard way
to punish myself.

lf you want to stay off it,
keep away from your smackhead mates.

l promise you, when l go home
from here, l lock myself up,

and all l think about is you.

(Door opens)

What's this? Still piling on my grief?

Routine search. Nothing personal.

Jacket and shoes off here,
quick twirl behind the curtain.

Nice day out, was it, Col?

Off the subject of death,
guess who's having a baby?

Mr and Mrs Governor Grayling.

Hello, what's this?

Talk about hard to believe.

Officer Norton, bring her out.

We found a stash.

Looks like cocaine to me. Soon find out.

You bastard.

(Yvonne) You planted that shit.

- Trying to set me up.
- Don't come the bollocks.

Officer Hedges is my witness
where l found this. Right?

Knock, knock. Anyone there?

'Ere. You're supposed to do
your revision before the exam.

Yeah. Just checking l got it all right.

Come watch some telly with me now.
Give yourself a rest, eh?

Tired me eyes out.
l think l'll just have a lie-down.

Ju, have l done something stupid
that's pissed you off with me?

Cos l know
you ain't telling me something.

Not everything that happens to me
has got to do with you.

Stop pestering me.

We agreed to keep quiet about this baby.

Karen guessed.

You should have told her
she guessed wrong.

She's a trained midwife, remember?

She knows how to spot the symptoms.

l bet you made sure she did.

Oh, Neil! Everybody's pleased for us.
Can't you try and be?

There are loads of gay dads now,
aren't there?

Get on the phone to the doctor's
for some tests

to prove A, you are pregnant
and B, who by.

l'm sorry that you don't trust me,

but if that's what it takes
to convince you.

Thanks. Good night.

lt wasn't a good idea
letting Atkins go to the funeral.

- She came back with coke.
- lnstead of her brain?

- Says who?
- Here's my report.

You? lt's obviously fantasy, then.

Fact. There's two witness statements
to prove it.

See you at the adjudication.

l knew Fenner was out to nail me.

l might have guessed
he'd pick the worst day of my life.

l'm amazed about Mr Hedges, though.

l thought he was a bit taken with you.

l certainly didn't have him down
on my total bastard list.

Must have gone a bit dopey
if we can't spot them in here.

Dress in uniform, lock you in your cell,

make you call them 'sir'.

They've left enough clues
of what they are. All of them.

Yvonne... l need a word.

Well, we know exactly
the word for you...sir.

Look, about what happened today,

it's not what you think.

You know Fenner planted
that shit on me.

And the one explanation that
you helped him is you're scum.

l didn't have a bloody choice,
Yvonne. l swear.

l tried everything...

(Whispers) l'm sorry.

Well, you're definitely on your way
to becoming a father.

- When can we tell its sex?
- l don't want to know that.

You're right. Maybe it's best
for it to be a surprise.

lf you'd like to take this to reception,

one of the nurses
will take a blood sample.

Right, then.

l'll discuss item B.

We want a paternity test.

That won't be possible
until after the baby is born.

l must be able to find out if it's mine
before it has to be born.

There isn't a prenatal test available.

Look, l'm not asking for it
free on the NHS

but there must be a test you can do
with all this DNA stuff.

l'm sorry but to attempt
any invasive procedure on the foetus

is exceptionally dangerous.

Not to mention unethical.

This is bloody unbelievable.

- Ju?
- l couldn't sleep.

No, me, neither.

You've got to talk to me, Ju. Please.

l'm doing me nut in trying to work out
what's the matter.

lt isn't the exams.

Said l knew it weren't them, yeah?

Come on, darling. Spit it out.

Promise me you won't go off on one.

Give me your hand.

Now, l want you to
close your eyes real tight.

And you tell me
what you feel, yeah?

Feel that?

- That's a lump, innit?
- Yeah.

Since when did you find it, Ju?

Just this morning in the shower.

- Why didn't you tell me then?
- l hoped it'd go away.

But every time l feel it
it seems to get bigger.

You got to get it checked out.

First thing tomorrow,
get you down to the doctor.

What if it's bleedin' cancer, Ju?

lt don't have to be cancer.

What if it is, though?

Get all sorts of lumpy boosies, innit?

Probably turn out to be a cyst.
A bit of old gristle.

l read up about it on the lnternet.

lt said that nine out of ten lumps
turn out to be all right.

Nine out of ten? There's ten lumps
and nine's all right?

And then one's cancer.

Pretty good odds though, innit?

- Not with my bleedin' luck.
- Don't say that, Ju.

l mean, blimey, we come out
of that fire all right.

Things have gotta be
looking up for us now.

l bet you your lump's gonna be
one of them good ones.

lt better had be, Ju.

Cos l can't face doing my time in here

if l ain't never gonna get out alive.

(Sobs)

Malcolm! l thought
we'd got rid of you once.

l'm afraid l was recaptured.

- So you're our full-time SMO again?
- Yeah.

lt's gratifying to know

that Helen Stewart damaged
her own career more than mine.

But l gather you're still under
the heel of Miss Governor Betts.

Nearly binned her off
but she got a reprieve.

lt's a shame this country ever
stopped using the ducking stool.

Don't tell me they've brought
that useless old pig back.

Just when you thought
it was all going your way.

We could ask who unlocks me for work
to book you in the doctor.

Get you first on the list.

Forget it, Ju. l ain't ready for this yet.

- What do you mean?
- l mean l don't want to know, OK?

And l don't want nobody else to know.
Don't you go blabbing.

Else l'll not tell you nothing again.

We've got to do what's best for you.

lf you don't get it checked out,
you'll just stress even more.

Yeah?

Have you got any idea what it involves?

lt ain't gonna be any worse
than a punter giving you a grope.

They stick a needle in your boob, Ju.

And then they suck stuff out of it.

Me and needles is like you and snakes.

lmagine one of their fangs
stuck into yours.

Yeah, well, l'd do anything
to hang onto you, Ju.

l'd just have to force meself.

Well, nobody is forcing me.

And if you're so sure
my lump ain't cancer,

l ain't got nothing to worry about.

You've completely snookered me.

Don't be silly. lf there was a test,
l wouldn't be scared.

l know this baby is yours.
lt couldn't be anyone else's.

Why don't you trust me, Neil?

You know the only man
l want to be with is you.

lf you've done this to bring us closer,
you're stupid.

You've stalked me,
sent me poison pen letters

and tricked me into shagging you.

You're the last person
l'd raise a family with.

You're not fit to look after a goldfish.

You'll be all right
for five minutes, won't you?

- She's gone on part-time this week.
- Miss!

She'd kill me if she knew
l was talking to you about this

but you used to be a nurse
and l don't know what to do for her.

Calm down. Who are you talking about?

lt's Julie S, miss.

She's found a lump on her breast.

l'm referring her to the hospital for tests.

Mammogram, needle aspiration.

They won't do ultrasound.
Breast tissue's not firm enough.

The lump's palpable, isn't it?

We'll see what the specialist says.

When will l know about the tests?

When you're told.

Don't give advanced notice
so you can plan an escape.

Obviously, you've not wasted your time
developing your communication skills.

You're the bedside nurse, Miss Betts.

Yeah? And you're
the shrivel-dicked old creep.

Come to escort me to my funeral now?

Fenner planted some smack
in here last week.

And l got rid of it.

Temptation got the better of you, did it?

l didn't use it. l flushed it.

That's why he's fitted you up
tight this time.

And you had to do your duty
and help him.

Now piss off.

l had no bloody choice, Yvonne.

lf l cross him, he'll dump me in it
for what happened to Shell.

Took photos of you getting
your tenner's worth, did he?

We all know about Dockley's
little earner with you wankers.

lt was her business.
None of us would have grassed her up.

Look, l'm the bastard
who made Dockley freak out.

Fenner got her nutted off
to save my bollocks.

When she was tucking her kid to sleep,

l came looking for a hand job off her.

You don't have to teach me
to feel like shit.

l just wanted you to know why.

You took a newborn baby off its mum

so you wouldn't lose your job?

- You got the lab reports?
- As we thought, sir.

Cocaine. Eight grams. Not a known user.

So it's got to be intent to supply.

Karen?

l'm sorry but l'm just not buying this.

Yvonne is not the kind of woman
who goes to her son's funeral

to score drugs.

lt's not hard to believe
there'd be dealers in that family.

Easy enough to slip her shoe off
under a pew for the purpose.

She was too bloody choked up
to play cunning.

Aren't you letting your own feelings
towards Ritchie get in the way?

- No doubt in your mind, then?
- Send her back through the system.

l doubt Area would appreciate
any more public exposure.

Better we just bang her up
down the block. Agreed?

lf you think Area want to risk provoking
another grieving woman to suicide.

Stop her wages, put her down on basic.

You understand why you're here?

Yeah. Cos that bastard
planted drugs on me

and then got his two stooges
to lie about it.

Cut the crap, Atkins.

You'll commit another offence
if you abuse officers.

Con's word against theirs.
l can't win, can l?

So what are you going to do to me
to shut me up?

Send me down the nuthouse
like you did to Shell Dockley?

That's enough, Atkins.

Tell me l did right by you, yeah?
Going to Miss Betts?

Yeah. They'd just better
book me in for those tests soon

or l'll get worse nerves
waiting to know when.

lt's brilliant her going with you for them.

You should take your Walkman with you.

Think of Ricky Martin
instead of them doctors.

Why can't you get lumps
somewhere you don't care about?

Like on the end of your toe?

Or on the end of blokes' knobs.
Best place for 'em.

Yeah. They'd soon find a cure
for it then, wouldn't they?

You gonna come and help me
with the lunch trolley?

- ln a minute.
- l can't do it myself.

Get it out the lift
and l'll be along, all right?

She gets on my tits, her.

You'd better get along.

Come to chuck me out of my chintz?

You know who l believe
out of you and Fenner.

At least we know
when we've both been stuffed.

Anyway, thanks for the loan of those.

Have you heard something l haven't

about what happened to Shell?

- Nothing l can use to help any of us.
- Maybe l could if you told me what.

l won't say where it's come from.
Just give me a lead.

Fenner's got all the witnesses.

You'd need an electric prod
to get the truth out of them.

And they're more scared of him
than they are you.

- Neil?
- Yes, Di?

l'm going in two minutes
if you want a lift.

Do your own thing. Don't mind me.

l know you brought someone home
and l know they're still here.

- What's your point?
- You've got a pregnant wife.

lf l had a hammer...

(Man humming)

Tony?

She's buzzed off on her broomstick.
lt's all safe.

(Humming continues)

l hate rows. What did she say?

She won't be saying much more
under this roof.

l'm getting rid. Decision.

You don't have to be so hasty
if there's something in it for you.

There's nothing
l need a woman for any more.

l was a bloody fool
to think there ever was.

- Colin.
- Morning.

l wanted to ask you about your report.

Well, there's nothing more to say.

l was walking past Dockley's room

when she tried to smother her baby.

l meant about Yvonne Atkins.

You say you witnessed Jim Fenner
finding the drugs.

- He showed them to me, yeah.
- But did you actually... ?

- Morning.
- Morning.

Did you actually see him
find them inside her shoe?

l was stood right there, wasn't l?
What do you mean?

Your statement seemed
a bit vague in detail, that's all.

And so did your report
on the Dockley incident.

Sorry. lt's probably me
not being too brilliant at writing.

Mm.

Miss! ls it true what Mr Fenner told us,

that you's expecting?

- Yes, Buki, it is.
- Wicked, man! How far are you gone?

Far enough to feel like
l'm gonna be a mum.

Babs, Miss Barker's gonna have a baby.

Really? That's wonderful news.

lt soon travels in this place.

- Will you bring it in?
- Maybe.

You must be thrilled. Both of you.

Nice one, Mr Grayling!

Are you hoping it's a boy
or a girl or you don't care?

The latter of those options.

Momentissimo.

Could you make mine a tea, weak,
one sugar, no milk in future?

- What?
- Little chat. Lunch time.

- My office.
- Fine.

Seeing you look like shit
makes me feel almost healthy.

l can't shake off this cold.

Where's mine, then?

Have Di's.

She only had a sip
and then she felt sick.

Sure Grayling didn't slip
a morning after pill in it?

You're the number one fixer around here.

And you're the fixer's mate.
Aren't you, mate?

l had Karen Betts after me
about my report again today.

She still ain't buying it went
that way with Dockley nor Atkins.

We'll be fine so long as we hold the line,

which l presume you did.

- Col?
- Yeah.

Well, the next thing is
to fit Atkins up for the big one.

We've got her well stoked up
to turn slasher on me now.

l'm wrestling for my life,
you come to the rescue,

and grab the blade from her fist.

Well, that's what goes down
on your next report.

l don't want anything to do with it.

Neil, it's Jim.

Looks like Karen's right
about Colin Hedges' dodgy reports.

Word is he planted
those drugs on Atkins

cos she wouldn't give him a shag.

Same reason he said Dockley
was trying to kill her baby.

Julie.

You've come to take me
for me tests, ain't you?

The taxi's outside.
As soon as you're ready.

(Both) We're ready.

Sooner got on with,
sooner over and done with, yeah?

( Ricky Martin: Loaded)

How was it?

Oh...l'll show you.

Oh, Ju.

They said they'd get
the results back by tea time.

lt'll be all right, darling.

- l know it will.
- Yeah.

- You'll come with me, though, yeah?
- Oh, course.

l hope that that was your last fling
before you're a father.

Otherwise Gnasher is coming back.

You're not making me a father.
What l want is a divorce.

- Don't try and be funny.
- l'm serious.

And l want you to move out of my house
so l can live in it with Tony.

You want Area Management told

that Grayling is dumping
his pregnant wife

so he can shack up with a rent boy?

You've been taking
too many gay man's drugs.

Fortunately, Equal Ops doesn't allow
that sort of language.

And l'm not frightened of it.
Out and proud. That's me.

Only win-win solution for you -
don't stand in my way.

Why don't you stick your key
in somebody else's door?

Yeah. Difficult. Wish l could do. Can't.

What do you want?

You know what l want, Yvonne.
You. ln my bed.

And l want you.

Nailed to the floor
with your lying tongue cut out.

Yeah. Well, l ain't staying around
to do any more favours for Fenner.

This job's paying
for my kid's keep and my habit.

Plus if l jack it in, l'm homeless.

So all l can do is go off on sick
and try to stay there.

Why don't you help me
get Fenner busted?

lf you want to get anywhere with me.

Do you?

Jesus, Yvonne.

lf l could have got to meet you
on the outside...

Go tell Betts
what you've got on Fenner.

ls it a comprehensive diagnosis?

Are you sure you want me to share
your medical information

with these others?

Just get on with it, will you?

Right.

The tests show that you have
a 3 by 5cm tumour in the breast

with malignant cells present
and suspicious-looking lymph nodes.

You'll need surgery
to remove the necessary tissue,

after which you'll be advised
on further tests and treatment.

He's saying it's cancer, miss?

Cancer?

Yes.

lt's Jim Fenner.

He planted that gear on Yvonne Atkins.

l saw him do it.

lf he finds out how we got that sperm,

you'll also be looking
for somewhere else to live.

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