All language subtitles for Bad Girls s05e10.eng

l've booked in for an abortion.

That's what you want for
your unborn child, isn't it?

Yvonne's all right...

Depends what you think
about drug pushers, love.

Suss the bent screw working for her.

lt's Jim Fenner.

He planted that gear on Yvonne Atkins.

l saw him do it.

- How was your day out?
- Aye, where's your pal?

She's in hospital, as it happens.
She's got cancer.

l don't want an abortion -
l want this baby.

Sorry? Yes, l've got it here.

l believe you've
got my blood test results?

Why? What's wrong?

l can't believe you did that to yourself.

- You look like a bog brush.
- l done it for Ju.

- Solidarity?
- You cut the wrong thing off, then.

You take that back,
you vicious little bitch!

l'm sorry. l didn't mean it.

Some mate you are.

Yeah, well, l don't need
you and Julie no more,

cos l've got someone special of me own.

- A man.
- Oh, bully for you.

Have you got
Snowball Merriman's tray ready?

- Yes, miss.
- Take it up to her, then.

We should sort an appointment
with a hairdresser.

l thought it'd make Ju feel better.
After the chemo.

l can't see how it's going to
make her feel better.

Well, c-cos l thought, you know,

it'd take the focus off of her
if we both look funny.

Maybe you should cover it up
for when she comes out of hospital.

Break it to her gently?

Thought you might like
some company going to work.

- Er, yeah, OK.
- First day back at the asylum.

Not a pleasant prospect.

l'll just get my coat.

- Right?
- Yeah.

Oh, leaving your curtains closed?

Yeah, it, er, stops the weirdos looking in.

l expect you've got a busy social life.

l've knocked before
and there's never any answer.

l play pool a few nights a week.

We'll have to make a date. l'll pop round.

Give me some notice,
the place is a pigsty.

l'll bring some bleach
and me Marigolds, then.

- Just leave me alone.
- Starve to death, then.

Clean that up, will you?

You stupid cow!

You hear that, girls?
Merriman's on hunger strike!

- Shame we can't help her!
- l'll finish the bitch off!

- What's going on?
- Bitch threw her food at me!

Get cleaned up. lf there's to be
any kicking, l'll do it. Got that?

Yes, miss.

Open up.

Jesus!

You're supposed to be
keeping an eye on her!

Get a nurse, now.

Why are you doing this to yourself?

Told you, can't cope any more.
l've had enough.

This isn't the answer.

l'm goin' off me head.

Don't wanna live without Ritchie.

Look, nothing l can say
is gonna bring Ritchie back,

but you can get something
to help you cope.

Anti-depressants. Counselling.

All l want is to be with him.

What else is there?

Stuck in here, 24 hours a day,

listening to the girls shoutin'
how much they hate me.

No one can live like this.

How about l have clothes sent up
so you can go outside?

Get some fresh air.

Some fresh air would be good.

And a bit of company.

l meant while the other women
are at work.

Forget it, then.

The way things are we won't need
help fitting Atkins up.

How do you mean?

With Merriman back on the wing,
Atkins is sharpening her cleaver.

She can't do any damage
while she's on CC, can she?

Since when did a cell door
make any difference to Atkins?

And we're not gonna stop her,
are we...Col?

You've got to stop threatening Merriman.

Just expressing our opinion.

Cons are still allowed to do that?

You can't incite the women to murder.

lt doesn't sound like they need inciting.

l mean it. You could be
up on a charge here.

What you gonna do?

Take away my parole
and put me back on basic?

Oops - already have.

Do what the hell you like
cos l don't give a shit.

Neither would you
if you'd just lost your son.

(Door closes)

You never sent me no postcard.

The only thing l'd send you
is a big, fat shit parcel.

You all right?

(Laughs) Nice one.

lt's good to have you back, love.

Hey, l'm really sorry about Ritchie.

l'm gutted l weren't there for you.

But you've still got me and Lauren.

My two girls.

Them wind-up merchants
wanted me to lose the plot.

Only thing that stopped it
was doing me drawings.

l did this one of you.

Hey, you got talent.

You would say that, cos you're me mum.

You got me started on it,
getting Bev to do that picture of Shaz.

Show me in a sec, love.

- Seen the new razor head?
- Bleedin' hell...

Looks like Bart Simpson.

- His arse, more like.
- (Laughter)

You think it's funny,
what's happened to Julie S?

You won't have heard.

She's got breast cancer.

Listen, Fenner's waiting for you
to kick off on Merriman.

No shit.

Don't give him the satisfaction.

What's gonna satisfy me
is getting my hands round her neck.

Then you're stuck here for life
with Fenner's boot print on you.

lf you earn your parole back
you've only got six months left.

- (Knock at door)
- Come in.

Mrs Grayling, please take a seat.

l've been imagining all sorts.
l've hardly slept.

What is it?

Something's wrong with my baby.

- No, please...
- Oh, God!

l should've been more careful!

lt's not the baby. Well, not as such.

But have you ever been treated
for a sexually transmitted disease?

What?! Er, no.

l-l've had no reason.

Well, your blood tests indicate
you've got syphilis.

(Laughter)

What you asked me - about Merriman?

Make it worth my while
to keep the heat off her.

You said you didn't give a shit.

Maybe l found
my self-preservation streak.

Look, Denny had it hard enough
off the screws down the block.

l've got a bigger bastard
waiting to finish me.

Likewise.

Get me back up on the threes
with a chance of parole.

l'll need a guarantee
she won't be harmed.

She might harm herself.

l'm not playing games with you, Yvonne.

lf you want to help me screw Fenner
then Merriman's got to stay alive.

Sir, you know what you said
about Yvonne Atkins?

About her being a drug dealer?

l've been watching her for you,
see if l can catch her out.

Yeah?

Well, she ain't exactly done anything
that suspicious, but l'm onto her.

Careful, Tina,
she's a very dangerous woman.

Don't get on the wrong side
of her cos of me.

l can handle it. l ain't as stupid
as some of them think.

You're a very smart girl, love.

Just watch your back, right?

And if you see her cosying up
to one of the screws, let me know.

l will do.

l don't understand.

There must be a mistake.

l haven't had a rash
or itching or anything.

lt can take a while
for symptoms to develop.

But the only person
l've slept with is my husband.

Then it should be easy to find
the source of your infection.

He can make an appointment
to come here

or this is your local GUM clinic,
it might be quicker.

What about my baby?

l'm hoping we've caught
the infection early enough.

And if we haven't?

Then you should be aware
there is a risk of a miscarriage

or a malformation.

There's no indication
it's a genuine suicide bid

any more than last time.

So...what do we do, then?

Give her a square meal
and a kick up the backside.

Just write her out a prescription!

l'm not recommending
any more psychiatric care.

We're days away
from having to force-feed her.

We don't want that.
There must be an alternative.

No other prison's going to
take her off our hands now.

The only alternative is to, well,
give her something to live for.

Bring her off CC and reintegrate her
with the other women.

When they're baying for her blood?

- (Sighs) She won't be at risk.
- Can you guarantee that?

More than we can
that she won't kill herself...

if we leave her isolated
with no bloody hope of anything!

That's my view.
lt's your decision, Neil.

OK. Give it a trial.

Let her out for lunch -
under close supervision.

And, erm, keep me posted
on her progress.

You have got some explaining to do.

What is it this time?

l've just got back from the doctor's.

l've got syphilis!

And before you ask,
no, l didn't get it from a toilet seat.

So where did you get it?!

Where did l get it?
l'm not out every night putting it about!

l am careful, Di!

Not that bloody careful!

You got smashed enough
to get me pregnant without realising!

l'd ring the clap clinic if l were you.

lt's Betts should be on suicide watch.

She's as good as
slit her throat risking this.

Ready to be thrown to the pack?

l just hope they're ready for me.

On you go, then.

No way, man.

(Angry chatter)

(Man) Come on, move along. Move.

Move, girls.
Come on, let's go! Let's go!

You haven't been
with someone else and just...forgotten?

What do you take me for?

Jesus.
Syphilis - sounds like the Dark Ages.

- lmagine if Fenner knew.
- l'm not going to broadcast it!

This is between you and me, Neil.

Husband and wife.

(Angry shouting)

(Rhythmic clapping with cups)

Back off, now!
Or you're all on report.

(Angry muttering)

Anyone touches her
will have me to deal with!

- She's out of bounds.
- You're joking us, man.

You wanted us to top her!

Yeah, so do the screws.

And if there is a soddin' afterlife...

l'm not doing time
for sending her off to be with my Ritchie.

ls that clear?!

(Quiet chatter)

Don't let the buggers get to you, eh?

- All right?
- All right.

They're not from me -
your pal asked me to get them for you.

Ju? Bless her, is she OK?

Nothing a hairdresser couldn't fix.

Are they all in here with...you know?

Cancer?

l don't know.
They're not queuing up to talk to us.

Haven't been in a hospital
since my poor Bobby...

(Gasps, groans)

Are you all right? Shall l call a nurse?

Oh, no. lt's just my flaming boob.

Or where it used to be.

Here, now...

l hate it in here.

l miss the girls something rotten.
Especially Ju.

Dry your eyes. Have some pop.

Yeah.

She stopped us finishing
Merriman last time,

that's how her friggin' son got shot.

(Buki) Saying we'd be
doing the bitch a favour now.

Don't ask me about shit, man.

You won't stop me
getting back to Ritchie.

You want out, do you?

Not gonna bottle out this time?

l didn't bottle it last time.

My son's dead.

And l fall asleep every night
wishing it was you instead.

So do l. lt's all l think about.

What's stopping you, then?

Maxi Purvis didn't hang around.

Got the job done, no fuss.

They've got eyes on me day and night.

Same problem as me.

After lunch pack your bags.
You're going back to the threes.

Happy birthday to me.

Reward for good behaviour.

(Al) When are we gonna get ours?

What's the friggin' deal
in this shitehole?

He fancies her. lnnit, Yvonne?

You must be joking. l wouldn't
touch him with somebody else's.

What if l've given it to Tony?

He'll think l've been
shagging all and sundry.

lf Tony does a runner
then he wasn't the one for you.

Oh, God. What if l've picked up
something worse?

At least there's one person
you can rely on.

Mr Grayling?

- So how are you feeling?
- All right.

We'll have
the pathologist's report soon.

Pathologist? l ain't dead yet.

The pathologist examines
the tissues we removed.

They'll give a more accurate prognosis.

Better off not knowing, eh?
lgnorance is bliss and all?

Jill's here to remove the drains and
make things more comfortable for you.

Time for another cuppa.

Does that mean
l can move around on me own?

As long as you take it easy.
No jumping up and down just yet.

You didn't catch syphilis
from me - l'm clear.

All right, sweetheart?

Er, any word on a cell
of me own yet, Mr Fenner?

Patience, Tina. Good things
come to those who wait.

Excuse me, Miss Betts,
a few of us were wondering if...

if we could have a sort of party
for when Julie S gets out?

To cheer her up?

l don't see why not.

Keep it low-key, though,
don't overwhelm her.

She'll have enough surprises
to cope with when she gets back.

How does she no twat the minger?

- They're doin' a deal.
- What kind of deal?

l don't know. But something's going on.

l've tried everything. Please, help me.

Make it worth my while.

No, Neil! Please!

l should have done this
a long time ago.

l don't know how it happened!
How can l have it and you can't?

You're a dirtier tart than l thought.

- You can't!
- Watch me.

l want you gone tonight.

You'd leave me on the streets?

Best place
for a manipulative slapper like you!

(Sobbing)

You have made my life a misery!

lf you went to Australia
it wouldn't be far enough!

- lt's not been easy for me!
- l couldn't care less!

Tomorrow l'm making it public -
we're getting divorced.

The sooner you're out of my life
for good the better!

- Hello.
- Oh, good.

The café's downstairs.
Keep all your receipts.

OK.

You rest up and l'll see you
back at the ranch.

Wait up, miss. (Grunts)
l'm coming with you.

Nurse!

Nurse!

Honey, l'm home!

- l am taking you on a bit night out.
- Yeah?

We're celebrating the end of
an era l'm glad to see the back of.

And then we're gonna
christen the spare room.

How's that?

As of tonight, the lodger is history.

So you're going to let her
walk out, just like that?

l'm afraid it's entirely Julie's decision.

ldeally we'd like her to stay here
at least another night,

just to keep an eye on things.

l'll be fine. Honest.

We'll ring your Dr...Nicholson, is it?

Put him fully in the picture.

There'll be no one else
to blame if you get ill.

The breast care nurse will visit
to keep an eye on the dressings

and these are the painkillers.

(Julie) Right, l'm all set.

l just wanna get back
to me own bed, miss.

l thought this place
would've made a break from prison

but keeping you here
isn't going to speed your recovery.

Thanks, miss.

You'd better get dressed, then.

l'm not taking you back like that.

More chance of a bit of privacy up here.

Don't count your chickens...

l wouldn't dream of it.

What's wrong?

- l'm not sure it's worth it.
- l happen to think it is.

l've been screwed over
by so many blokes

that l should've walked away from.

- Trust me.
- l hardly know anything about you.

And what l do know, l should be
running in the opposite direction.

You lied to me
more than once already.

l'm not gonna keep blaming
the smack, it's pathetic.

l was pathetic. But not any more.

Stick with me, Yvonne.

l won't let you down. l promise.

Cab's here!

Look, Di, l'm sorry.
lt's not my fault he wants you out.

- You reckon?
- l swear.

That is where
you're wrong, sunshine.

Neil's little donation -
it wasn't his, was it?

- Yes, it was.
- You are lying!

- That sperm was infected.
- What?

l know it's not Neil's
cos he tested clear.

So you better think very hard

about which other
casual boyfriend it was

because he has
given me syphilis!

Syphilis?

- Oh, my God...
- (Neil) Right...

You ready? Let's go.

Oh, Di, maybe we should think
about a work move for you too.

How does Dartmoor grab you?

Put the front door keys
through the letter box.

When will she know what
they found in the operation?

Be a few days yet.
l hate to think about it.

Ju's boob lying about
in some laboratory somewhere.

l need you to do me a favour, Lauren.

Soon as.

Remember that screw that came
to Ritchie's funeral with me?

Don't blame me for this.

She had them twisted round her finger.

l couldn't stand it in there, miss.

- l'll take over now.
- l should've been home an hour ago.

Come on.

Well, l know one person
who'll be pleased to see you.

- Bleedin' hell!
- What you doin' here?

What you done to your 'air?

Come here, you dozy cow,
give us a hug.

Mind me front!

Coo-ee! Colin!

- All right, Sylvia?
- l am now l'm going home.

lt put years on me, sitting in hospital

- with all those sick people.
- Well, you've done your bit.

l'm sure Julie appreciates
you being there for her.

Yeah, well, just doing me job.

Don't suppose you fancy a drink?

Be nice to have someone
to talk to for a change.

Oh, look, thanks for the offer,
but l don't drink work nights.

Very sensible.

Still, we could have a cuppa instead.

What do you say?

We were supposed to be celebrating.

Ding dong the witch is dead?

l've had more fun at a funeral.

Sorry, l just wasn't feeling very well.

As long as that's all it was.

- You haven't gone off me?
- There's no danger of that.

(Laughs)

l told you to get out!

We've got some unfinished business.

l've said all l'm gonna say.

- Get your bags and call a taxi.
- Are you coming with me?

Neil won't want you here
when he learns the truth.

- What?
- Tony's got something to tell you.

Haven't you, Tony?

He's got the clap. Like me.

And do you know why?

Because it was him that gave it to me.

- Piss off!
- Di...don't.

Let me spell it out for you, Neil.

There's been a bit of a mix-up.

The reason l've got syphilis
and you haven't

is because the sperm
l got pregnant with wasn't yours.

Was it, Tony?

Oh, and by the way...

l didn't have an abortion in the end.

lt's still here...

Dada.

lt's been leaking since l moved in.

The prices plumbers charge.

They'd rob the eyes out of your head.

lt just needed tightening.

You've earned yourself another brew.

No, thanks, Sylvia.
l better be getting back.

Are you expecting company?

- No, it's just...
- l've got a nice piece of liver.

l'll braise it with some onions.
How's that?

- Don't bother on my account.
- lt's no trouble! Get cleaned up.

Whilst you're in the bathroom
could you look at the toilet?

Flush keeps getting stuck.

A bit like me.

You slept with her!

l didn't, l promise! Nothing happened!

Jesus, don't start with
the immaculate conception shite!

l wouldn't! l couldn't!

We had a deal. She paid me,
she said it was what you wanted.

Pimping my boyfriend out to my wife?!

No, not me - my sperm. Your sperm.

lt was meant to be
a surprise for your birthday.

Some present.

l loved you.

- Where are you going?
- Out!

Leave you two to play...
mummies and daddies.

(Door slams)

Drink?

Cheers, Ju.

Ta.

l can't tell you how glad l am
to be back with you.

Same for me, Ju.

Your lovely hair...

Complete nutter.

lt ain't so bad.

Matter of fact it's growin' on me.

Whatever happens,
we'll get through this together, eh?

- Oh...
- l'll get some painkillers.

Neil, please...

Tell me this is all a bloody nightmare.

l was stupid to believe her,

but l honestly thought
it was what you wanted.

You've got to believe me!

lt feels like you've been
playing a weird game.

No, l haven't! No way!

Right from the start,
l knew you were the one.

But l didn't want to let on
in case it put you off.

- So how come you got syphilis?
- l don't know.

But l've never been with anyone else
since we committed.

l love you.

l know it sounds daft,
but when Di asked me to get the sample

l thought if l mixed mine with yours

it would mean the baby
would be both of ours.

l'm sorry!

You've only got
yourself to blame for this.

- Just give her something!
- OK, Julie.

ln my opinion she should be
sent back to the hospital.

- No. Please, miss, don't let him.
- Let her stay, please, miss.

Hasn't the hospital
been in touch about care provision?

Roll your sleeve up.

l'll be gone by the time
you get home from work.

But it's not what l want, Neil.

l'm sorry.

l'm just sorry, that's all.

l don't want you to go.

l just can't understand how
you could lie to me like that.

l never had a proper family.

And you and me seemed perfect.

And when Di said
about you wanting a baby...

l was made up, if you want the truth.

l'm a dick, OK?

But l'm not a liar.

And whatever happens
there's still a baby

that's mine or yours,
and l'm not sorry about that.

Come here.

l know what a twisted bitch Di is.

l know l love you.

She's done a number on both of us.

So, business as usual.

Amazing. Well, you can relax
about the bambino.

l've decided, l'm getting rid.

Yeah, l've heard that before.

This time l mean it.

The last thing l want is to
give birth to his diseased kid.

l lay awake half the night
thinking about you.

Wishing you was there with me.

Get a life.

You know everything about me -
that ain't much but...

l've been honest with you
and that's the way it's gonna stay.

Play cool all you like,
l know you feel the same.

l'm gonna fetch Merriman.

Don't let her get rid of it.
We could give this kid so much.

- lt deserves a chance.
- How can we be parents?

lf we love it!

My parents didn't care about me.

A kid won't compensate for that!

What do we know
about bringing up a baby?

What does anyone until they do it?

lf we're committed to each other
we can handle anything.

And one of us has got to be its dad.

- You're serious, aren't you?
- Don't let her do it.

l'm begging you.

All right, gorgeous?

Any news from the sharp end?

l've got it all in here, Mr Fenner.

Bloody hell! You get caught
with this, game's over.

- You're no good to me now.
- But it's all there.

Times, places...

..everything.

l thought you'd be glad.

l am.

All l meant was you get rumbled,
you'll be dead meat.

And we don't want that, do we?
Not my special girl.

So, what do you know?

Has he got you on a lead or something?

Leave it out.

- l'm keepin' an eye on her.
- How can you even speak to him?

We all know it was Fenner
jerking the strings, Den.

This do you?

What? Too over the top?

You really wanna do this?

Don't tell me
you've changed your mind?

- You said you'd help me!
- Keep your voice down.

With or without you, l'll do it in the end.

This way we both get what we want.

l just want it over with.

lt reads fine.

Like we said, then, yeah?

Like we said.

Mrs Diane Grayling.

l was booked in last week
but l had to cancel.

Look, sorry to muck you about,

but l really need urgently
to make another appointment.

Ooh... She's fast asleep, bless her.

Nature's great healer, sleep.
When the body repairs itself.

Not gonna grow
a new boob, though, is it?

Atkins, your daughter's been on.
You have to ring home urgently.

- Can l use the office?
- You've got a phonecard.

Better get back to your cell.

Tony, it's me.

Please, just tell me
we're in this for the long haul,

because a baby isn't just for Christmas.

A girl?

No.

Don't do anything.

That's all l need to know.

Sylvia, have you seen Mrs Grayling?

She said not to worry you, sir.

She's gone off to the emergency dentist.

Lost a filling in a Liquorice Allsort.

Don't say l told you!

Di!

Di! Wait!

Don't do it.

l don't want this parasite
in my body a moment longer.

- Go back to your boyfriend.
- Di, l'm begging you.

Please don't get rid of our baby.

(Sighs)

Sweet dreams.

No fears.

Together forever now, babes.

ls it all right if we nip to the art room

to get some decorations
for Julie's party?

- No problem. l'll take you.
- All right.

l lied.

l wanted a chance to talk to you.

l thought you were
a bit off with me this morning.

Any ideas why?

Women are like that. Moody.

l'll go grey trying to work you out.

What l'm still wondering is...why me?

You could get anyone out there.

Someone younger...

prettier.

l don't want someone, l want you.

Jesus Christ!

This could be
the final nail in your coffin.

Hello, what's this?

Well?

l think the police should see this
before l pin it to the board.

What? You saying it could come back?

lt's a possibility.

There are no guarantees, l'm afraid.

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