All language subtitles for Bad Girls s05e11.eng

You know what you said
about Yvonne Atkins,

about her being a drug dealer and that?

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

l need you to do me a favour, Lauren.

Do you remember that screw
that came to Ritchie's funeral?

(Yvonne) 'A girl?'

No.

Don't do anything.

(Yvonne) That's all l need to know.

l'm begging you.
Please don't get rid of our baby.

You really wanna do this?

With or without you.

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

Same for me, Ju.

Whatever happens,
we'll get through this together.

Jesus Christ!

(Screaming)

(Girls screaming)

Cut her down, for God's sake! Radio
control for medical assistance. Quickly.

l want the women on lockdown.

(Fenner) Charlie Romeo from Golf 2.

- Code blue call to G Wing.
- (Sylvia) Move it!

- Come on.
- (Karen) Move back, everybody!

- Let the bitch swing.
- Go back to your cells!

lt's disgusting, miss. l'm gonna puke.

- (Al) Way to go!
- Move it, McKenzie.

Are you sick in the head?

Back to your cell. Come on!

She's gone. Her neck's broken.

l only took my eyes off her for a second.

That's all it takes, Col.

- l hate to say l told you so.
- Then don't!

- (Karen) OK?
- Looks bad, though, doesn't it?

Your ''Free Snowball'' campaign
goes tits up less than 24 hours in.

(Sighs heavily) Dear, oh dear.

Another one bites the dust.

What?

One of the season's must-haves
in one of your magazines, is it?

A baby?

l love Tony, Di. l wanna make him happy.
lt's as simple as that.

We'd draw up a contract
so we're its legal parents.

Obviously, well...we'd fund you.

Forget it. You can tell
your disease-ridden boyfriend to...

- Look!
- (Phone rings)

Would it make any difference
if l told you l might still be the father?

- What?
- (Phone still ringing)

Karen, can this wait? l'm...

Shit.

Yeah, OK. l'm on my way.

Come on!

What is it?

Death must have been instantaneous.

Classic hangman's fracture.

The police are on their way.

- How the hell did it happen?
- Not sure yet.

Colin was on escort duty.

She should never
have been on the wing.

We couldn't just leave her on CC to rot.

So you let her out to swing.
Nice one, Karen.

We considered
all the implications carefully.

lt was a joint decision. Remember, Neil?

Based on the understanding
she'd be under close supervision.

l want to see Hedges in my office. Now.

Sir.

This could be the final nail
in your coffin.

Hello.

What's this?

- Well?
- Hmph.

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

No use trying to bodyswerve
this one, Karen.

(Laughs) No need.

So...

You were watching her.
What happened?

Don't say you were tying your laces.

No, sir. l was escorting
Atkins and Merriman to the art room.

What the hell was Atkins
doing up there?

Miss Betts has got
this buddy scheme going.

Atkins looks out for Merriman,
protects her,

and in return she gets
her old cell back on the threes.

So Merriman ends up neighbours
with her number-one enemy.

No wonder it ended in disaster.

The women listen to Atkins.
lt was working fine.

Fine?! She's just
come off CC and she's dead!

Are you sure Atkins didn't
tie the noose and push her off?

No way, sir.

l unlocked the gate,
Merriman went through,

l turned to lock it,

but the key got jammed.

And by the time l released it...

- Where was Atkins?
- Next to me, sir. Right next to me.

(Sirens wailing)

- Sorry, sir.
- Ritchie Atkins, now this.

Two deaths as a direct result
of your negligence.

- Looks like a bit of a pattern.
- Yes, sir. Sorry.

- Are you OK?
- Don't play concerned husband.

Leave it.

Have you thought about what l said?

Do l look completely stupid?

Karen Betts
has screwed up big time, Di.

We're looking at a new wing governor.
lt could be you.

- What about Jim?
- Forget Fenner.

We need new blood in charge.
Think about it - running G Wing.

- Are you serious?
- Deadly.

You know what l want in return.

So she finally managed it?

- Looks like.
- l ain't got no sympathy.

(Sighs) l just wish
she'd had my boobs and l had hers.

You wouldn't want nothing
come from her.

She was poison all through.

Reckon she gave Hedges
a blow job to look away?

Yvonne would have given him
a blow job, innit?

What do you mean by that?

Well, l keep my eyes open, see?

They're sneaking looks at each other.

Bullshit. Anyone coming out with
bollocks like that, l'll kill them.

Shut your mouth, you hear me?

(Door clunking)

Come on, Tina.
We've all still got to eat.

She'd have found a way sooner or later.

Not the way number one sees it.

He's blaming me. He's blaming you.

He's just covering his own back.

He hasn't got the full picture yet.
Trust me.

When the police are done,
l want the women unlocked for lunch.

There's still a lot of hungry girls to feed.

And, erm, the breast-care nurse

is coming in to remove
your dressing this afternoon, Julie.

That's good news, Ju.
lt means you're on the mend.

l get to look at the car crash
l got left for a cleavage.

You can have Julie with you.

And to cheer you up,

Miss Betts has booked
you both in at the hairdresser's.

Give you a bit of a boost.

Come on.

See you later, love.

Miss, about that party for Ju.

lt ain't fair she should suffer
for what Snowball done.

All the girls is up for it,

and she needs people to know
they're thinking about her.

Don't worry, Julie.
l've discussed it with Mr Grayling

and l think all the women
need a cheer-up.

- ls that a yes, then?
- As long as no one kicks off.

lf l didn't know you better,
l'd swear l'd been set up.

You don't know me,
so don't flatter yourself.

You planned it all, didn't you?
You and her.

Don't lie to me.

- There's only one liar here.
- Oh, yeah?

You. You're still the same lying
smack head you always were.

What? l told you l'm clean
and it's true.

So why were there bags
of the stuff lying around your flat?

Oh. And then there's the girlfriend.

- Get off me.
- You been spying on me?

- You're damn right.
- l don't believe it!

Whoever's playing
lnspector Clouseau's got it wrong.

There is no girlfriend.

Who's Sleeping Beauty then?

- Look, l...
- Oh, cut the crap!

lt's written all over your face.

You just wanted a tart
to liven up your long shifts.

But you picked the wrong woman.

- Wait!
- Piss off, you lying prick.

The whole thing was a nightmare.

But l managed to stop Di
going through with it.

Yeah. Oh, and l found
a bloody big carrot to keep her sweet.

Oh, l'm sorry,
but l think you should see this.

Look, this really isn't a good time.
l'll speak to you later.

Goodbye.

Your decision
regarding Merriman and Atkins

was nothing short of reckless,
Karen.

You said to make sure she was
properly supervised and she was.

Atkins was armour against the others.

Turning to a con for backup?

Frankly, l'm astonished at your logic.

This had better be good.

What's the problem?

''l feel so dirty
because of what he did to me.

''l'm so scared of what
he might do next that l want to die.''

That's all bollocks.
l never did anything to her.

Oh, like you didn't do it to me?

Or to Helen Stewart?

We got off lightly
compared to Shell Dockley.

- What's this?
- He put her on the game.

- Ask him.
- l don't know what she's on about.

Were you pimping Merriman too?

For Christ's sake!
She was on suicide watch till yesterday.

l'm not the invisible man!

Let's all calm down, can we?

Look, l don't know
who's been mouthing off.

- But you got the wrong bloke.
- l certainly hope so, Jim.

l can understand you're upset

but obviously
we'll have to let the police handle this.

Feel free. l've got nothing to hide.

You know who's behind this,
don't you? Atkins.

She wanted Merriman dead, not me.

And she was up there on the twos.

You can forget this letter. This is a decoy
to throw you off the scent.

This is murder, not suicide.

Ta.

Soon as me and Ju's away,
you can start laying things out.

Are you sure
a party's still a good idea?

Course! lt's just what she needs.

l ain't letting
Snowball bleeding Merriman screw it up.

You and Hedges had a fallout then?

Leave it out, Den.
He's a wanker like the rest of them.

l'm glad you've seen the light.
You had me a worried for a bit.

ls he onto ya?

- You what?
- Merriman.

l knew you'd get her in the end.

No, Den. lt wasn't me.

She topped herself. You saw her.

- You was up there, innit?
- So?

Doesn't matter how close they
watched her. lt only takes a few seconds.

She was waiting. Biding her time.

She must have been so desperate
to be with Ritchie.

Still, l suppose she's at peace now.

No way, man.
That bitch is burning in hell.

She's got to be, for what she did.

She's gone. That's all that matters.

What's up with her?
She should be laughing, innit?

She's a nutter.

Nearly blew up the whole prison.

Been in and out of segregation
like a fiddler's elbow.

lt's all there, in her records.

Then...her boyfriend died.

Suicide pact gone wrong.

That's when she went really schizo.

A mental health expert, are we?

No. lt's just that
that's what drove her over the edge.

Not anything to do with me.

Obviously, we'll be talking
to your colleagues

and interviewing inmates too.

She had no friends in here.
Ask anybody.

You, er...
you won't find any dirt on me.

We already have, Mr Fenner.

And this investigation
has only just begun.

No stiff upper lips here.

lf it's hurting too much,
tell me and l'll stop.

(Sticking plaster ripping)

There.

l must say, as scars go,
it's very neat and tidy.

She's right, Ju.

l thought it'd be...

What? Like a road map?

No, no, just...worse than it is.

You had a very good surgeon.

Would you like a proper look?

No, ta. Just get us fitted up
with that falsie, will ya?

Don't piss around with suspensions.
Sack the bastard!

We've only got this note to go on.

Who's always in the middle
of every shit storm at Larkhall?

Jim Fenner.
His whole career's based on sleaze.

What was it you said before
about Jim and Shell Dockley?

lt's just a rumour.

- lt's been rumbling around.
- Oh, l see.

lt's not like you to deal in hearsay.

Look, we have to take our lead
from the police.

See what happens with the enquiry.

lf the mud sticks, Jim's history.

l'm off for a pint in the club.
lt's been a shit morning.

This morning's will be a picnic
if you've been blabbing to Betts.

- You what?
- She's got wind of Dockley.

Accused me
of pimping Merriman as well.

- Now who told her about that?
- Don't look at me.

There's no way any of the lads
would spill their guts.

Could've been a con.
Denny Blood was in on it.

Atkins.

l bet it was frigging Atkins.

Her and Betts have been
practically shagging lately.

When she's not been shagging you.

Changed my mind about that pint.

- lt is a new one, innit?
- Brand-spanker.

Don't want to be fobbed off

with no second-hand goods
just cos l'm in here.

- l'm only having the one, yes?
- Yes.

We'll know more when you go back.

They'll tell you what they found.

l'm having the chemo whatever they say.

Ain't taking no chances.
Even if l do lose all me hair.

Might not be so bad.
lt affects people in different ways.

Me and Ju ain't leaving nothing
to chance here.

When do l get to choose me wig?

l'll sort all that out for you
if and when you need it.

- l'll need it.
- She'll need it.

Don't want to end up
looking like Ken Dodd, do l?

- Better off getting you to knit me a hat.
- There's a range of styles available.

ln the meantime,
let me show you what to do with this.

See, Ju?
They can make a new woman of ya.

l got some voddy. Thought we could
make a bar in the dorm.

Julie S gets the first call, OK?

She might not feel like celebrating.

Well, at least she can drown her sorrows.

We all know what happened to you
the last time you got tanked up.

Yvonne, l'm sorry if l pissed you off,
what l said about Merriman.

l promised you l'd get her, Den.

l just didn't want
the whole world knowing about it.

- You mean...?
- End of.

This party's for the living,
not to gloat over the dead.

Karen, look, l need to ask you. Erm...

Did you say anything about Dockley?
Fenner's doing his nut.

Oh, good. Don't worry, l only said
enough to put the wind up him.

- l didn't mention you.
- Thank Christ.

He's been up to his tricks with Merriman.

What?

Between us,
we are that close to nailing him.

(Laughter)

- Thought l made myself clear.
- As crystal.

Only you never heard my side of things.

- Save it for the girlfriend.
- She's not my girlfriend.

Don't tell me.

Let me guess.

- lt's the cleaner.
- She used to be my girlfriend.

l left her a while back,
before l got this job.

Now she's stuck on smack.
Came to me for help.

Regular little Samaritan, aren't you?

She's in a mess.
The drugs in my flat were hers.

But it's tough having her around.

Temptation's always there.

(Unsympathetically)
Must be a nightmare for you.

- Pretty little thing, l heard.
- Not her! The gear.

Look, l'm telling you the truth.

l don't want her there, though.
l'll tell her to go, tonight.

Do what you like.

So you'll give me another chance, yeah?

l can't stand it
when you look at me like that.

Like what?

Like you hate me.

Surely they don't believe it?
She was doolally.

Try telling them that.

Well, l'm sure it'll all
come out in the wash.

This is my future on the line,
not your bleeding laundry.

You think you've won, don't you?

Think again, darling. l'll still be here
while you're bagging at Tesco's.

Like a rat in a corner.

No way a rancid old slag like you's
gonna finish me off.

Scratch the surface
and all that toxic misogyny shit

just keeps oozing out.

There's been a development.
New evidence. Get Mr Grayling.

Of course.

(Chatter)

They're coming!

- (Buki) Surprise!
- (Denny) Check you guys out.

Yeah. No point waiting
for it to fall out, eh?

The urchin look's big this spring,
innit, Ju?

We wanted to welcome you back
but you took us by surprise.

(Sniffs and chokes)

l've had enough
bleeding surprises, thanks!

Told you this was a shite idea.

Can we get stuck into the food now?

lt was well hidden,
but she obviously wanted it found.

''Mr Fenner didn't do
any of those things to me, it was all lies.

''l was told to write them in a letter,

''then l'd be allowed off confinement
so l could kill myself.

''Mr Fenner is all right.

''But she wants him out of Larkhall.

''Please say sorry to him for me.

''l don't know why Miss Betts hates him.''

lt's all rubbish. Lies.

Have you checked the handwriting?

l'll be going to my union.

She's looking at charges of what?

Conspiracy? Libel? Defamation?

We'll have to corroborate
the contents of both letters

but it seems we've uncovered
a right can of worms.

Working with her's been one stab
in the back after another.

She's humiliated me
in front of colleagues and cons.

Even tried to slap a rape charge on me.

l'd like to speak to you in private.
lf l may?

Tell them about Ritchie Atkins too.

That's Merriman's boyfriend.

Very liberal with her favours
is our Miss Betts.

ls it any wonder
Merriman committed suicide?

Jesus Christ,
l almost feel like killing myself!

This is why G Wing
is such a bloody shambles.

Just give us a shout
when you're ready, Neil.

l know the job and l know the women
a damn sight better than she ever did.

lt's my fault. l asked them to do it.

They've gone to a lot of effort for ya.

l know. But l feel like a freak, Ju.

l just wanna hide away.

Stupid party!

Trying to kid myself
l could make you feel happy

cos that's what'd make me happy.

l can't do nothing to make it less worse,
what you're really suffering, can l?

Sorry, Ju.

Hey. Don't you be sorry.

lf it weren't for you, l'd still have
all this cancer growing inside me.

lt's cos of you
that l plucked up the courage

to do something about it.

Are you saying that's
a good thing, then? (Sniffs)

l'm saying l'd rather live
with a jellybag down me bra

than be dead with a matching pair, mate.

Jim Fenner's got form.

He sexually assaulted Helen Stewart,
a governing governor.

She kept a dossier on him.

- What's this about a rape?
- lt's the truth.

Jim Fenner raped me.

- Did you report it?
- Yes. But l withdrew the charges.

My word against his -
l couldn't face all the muck-raking.

So it's fair to say
you've had it in for him ever since.

All l'm bloody guilty of
is getting used by lying bastards.

(Chatter)

Well, some party this is.

Sod the grub.

Let's go on the voddy.
There's hardly any screws around to see.

l'm watching. Forget it, Mac.
Do you hear me?

This shows real flair, Denny.

Do you know, l'm going to
have a word with Mr Grayling,

see if we can get you to the art class.

Cool!

Erm, l'm sorry, girls.

Can we rewind and start again?

l think it's lovely what you done.

And l'm sorry if l was horrible.

l don't deserve
to have mates like you lot.

We only wanted to cheer you up.

l know. And you have.

lt isn't fair,
me taking it out on you lot.

Now, did l hear right?
Any vodka on the go?

- Let me show you to the bar.
- Thanks.

Come on, Ju.

Are you sure you've got it right?

l can't believe Karen
would do a thing like that.

Merriman was a thorn in her side.

She hated me.

This way she kills two birds
with one stone.

He's got a point, though, Di.

She's a funny one, Betts.
Been too long on her own.

She's dug her own grave this time.

She might as well clear her desk
and sign off.

Got any good knitting patterns
you can lend herself?

l'll need to knit you a new suit first, Jim.

No points for guessing
who'll be our next wing governor.

- l need a word with Mr Fenner.
- Not now.

lt's all right, Sylv.

- What is it, then?
- lt's Yvonne and Mr Hedges.

l heard them at it today - having a tiff.

Go on.

Mentioned drugs.
How some girl's got a load of smack.

You ask me,
they're well in with each other.

(Door opens)

Still here?

(Sylvia laughs)

- Shit!
- (Car engine starts)

Yesterday's tragedy
would never have happened

if l'd been in charge of the wing.

l'll start the ball rolling
with Area first thing.

You could be in post
in a matter of weeks, Di.

We'll have to announce
the divorce before any promotion.

lmagine the stink otherwise.

Are you saying we've got a deal, Di?
You'll do this for us?

lf l'm gonna be a career girl,
l want it to be 100°/º.

l don't want to be up
to me armpits in dirty nappies.

And what if the baby's born sick?

Are you still gonna want it then?

Cos l don't want to be lumbered.

My doctor said it's such early stages

there's unlikely to be
any damage to the baby.

Well, we'll have to discuss
what we're gonna tell people.

And then there's my settlement.

Still here? lf l were you,
l'd jump before l was pushed.

- Well, you're not me.
- Thank Christ.

l wouldn't wanna be in your slingbacks.

There's no witnesses,
forensics, nothing.

- Just the words of a dead woman.
- No smoke though. Let's face it.

You've hardly had a glorious reign,
with suicides, riots...

Oh, yeah...and that bomb
that nearly splatted the governor.

l've worked my bloody arse off
for these women.

- Tell that to Area.
- Don't worry, l will do.

With whatever l learn from
Shell Dockley when l go to Fossmoor.

Remember Shell? The gobby blonde
carted off in a straightjacket

cos she wouldn't put out for you
any more?

We're taking Julie Saunders
to hospital after breakfast.

lf you could cover that, Di.

That about wraps it up.
Let's get on with unlock.

Karen.

ls it true what they're saying?

That you're on the way out
and not Fenner?

Reckon l've got a fight on my hands.

Your sworn affidavit could be crucial.

You said you'd only use it
once you were sure he was finished.

To what do l owe this honour?

She's gone. Tasha.

Tasha?

Send your spies round
if you don't believe me.

l should have told you straight off
but it was hard to explain. l'm sorry.

Guilty until proven innocent, fellas.
That's my motto.

No more secrets, eh?
We gotta trust each other.

That's easier said than done.

We got no trust, we got nothing.

lf Betts is up for the chop,
this place will be run by liars.

- You what?
- They're stitching her up.

Merriman planted another suicide note.
The police found it.

- Another note?
- Yeah.

And it stinks.

l'm going down the laundry later.
l'll see you there?

You're on.

Murray.

McKenzie.

No, Lester. Nothing for you.

Get the results,
start having the chemo.

Feeling sick and tired and going bald.

- All my Christmases at once.
- lt does sound awful.

Have you tried fresh stem ginger
in hot water?

l use it all the time for...
(Sighs)

Thanks, miss. l'll bear that in mind.

Ju, l only want ginger nuts
for me cuppa for dunking now,

not digestives. OK?

What's with the face, man?

l've got my trial date.
For the Virginia O'Kane thing.

- lt's in about three weeks.
- Fucking hell.

lt's nae big deal. lt's a day out.

l'm gonna kick this cancer's arse, Ju.
Don't worry.

l wanna hear all about it
when you get back. Everything.

Go for it, pal.
We're all rooting for you.

Good luck, Julie.
l'll be praying for you.

Cheers.

Love you, Ju.

You remember,
l'm with you every step of the way.

- (Yvonne) What's going on?
- (Sighs)

Merriman.
l'm hoping you can help me.

l told that copper everything.

Did you say anything about Jim Fenner?

Yeah. l said she hated him,
just like the rest of us.

Seemed scared of him, even.

Good.

Did she ever tell you
that...he'd been abusing her?

We weren't the best of mates, but
nothing would surprise me about him.

What's happened?

Either Fenner's put the boot in on me,

or Merriman's having
the last laugh. For Ritchie.

l could lose my job.

Explain.

Thanks.

l wanted to say thanks.
Reckon you've done a grand job.

l'm no cosmetic surgeon,
l'm afraid, but thank you.

Now, the tests we did showed
that you had a grade two cancer.

That's got to be good,
cos l know there's a grade three.

lt's not quite as simple as that.

lt wasn't the smallest of tumours

and some of the lymph glands
we removed tested positive.

So far there are no signs
the cancer has spread any further

but we can't be 100°/º sure
that some cells didn't break away

and escape before the operation.

What? Are you saying
it could come back?

lt's a possibility.

But if there are any of these rogue cells,

the chemotherapy should kill them.

SHOULD kill them?

There are no guarantees, l'm afraid.

lf this thing comes back,
how long have l got?

l can't give you a simple answer.

lt all depends.

How long?

78°/º of women with cancer
like yours survive for over five years.

Five bleedin' years?

lt's a good prognosis.

Good? Are you taking the piss?

l thought l was gonna be bleedin' cured.

Julie, try to be positive.

Things have come a long way.

The oncologist will explain
about the chemotherapy.

You'll be in every three weeks.

Nausea can be one of the side effects.
We give you tablets to help with that.

Do you fancy a sausage butty?
There's plenty.

l could do you some fresh toast.

l'm fine, thanks, sweetheart.

Look, l've, erm...

l've, er...

got a little surprise for you.

- (Loudly) A camera?
- Shh! Keep your voice down.

l want you to take some snaps for me.

Just a few candid shots
of Mr Hedges and Atkins at it, yeah?

Ooh...l'm rubbish at photos.

All you have to do is point and push.

Even you can manage that.

Just pick your moment.
Know what l mean?

Yeah, but what if l get caught?

That's worse than a notebook.
Yvonne will kill me!

Well, just be careful. Look...

l'd do it myself
but this uniform's like a red alert.

And you're much more...unobtrusive.

(Laughs) Go on, then.

That's my girl. Get as many as you can.

You deliver the goods,
and l'll sort you out a proper surprise.

You promised me
a cell of my own, remember?

l'm still stuck in the dorm.

There'll be a cell on the twos
for you after lunch.

Just finish your work
and pack your things.

The situation is untenable.
Has been since Linford pulled out.

She's a laughing stock.

No authority whatsoever.

Good. l'll see to that right away.

Yeah, bye.

- So?
- Get Karen Betts for me, Di.

Then take yourself shopping.

For a new suit?

Right.

l swear, you do things to me...

l've never felt like this about anyone.

- You're too smudged on the gear.
- No. You're something special.

This thing with Betts.

You are gonna stand by
what you told her about Fenner?

She'll need more than that
to bring him down.

That double-dealing bitch Merriman.

l was right about you and her,
wasn't l?

Yeah. And l was well wrong
about her every bleedin' step.

Karen won't give in easy.

Where are you going?

Back.

- You can't leave me like this.
- l can't stay either.

Might get caught.

Are you teasing me?

lsn't that what toy boys are for?

l think l'm falling in love
with you, Yvonne.

(Camera shutter whirring)

lt's been one disaster after another.

Mainly because of Merriman.

And what about
the Christopher Biggins debacle?

Without her on the wing,
it'll be different, believe me.

l wish l could but there's
your chequered personal life as well.

The fling with Ritchie Atkins? Grave
error of judgment. You crossed the line.

l told you about that.
lt's no use lecturing me in hindsight.

Not from where you're sitting.

The repercussions were catastrophic.

l refuse to be scapegoated
for what's gone on.

- Just let the police...
- lt's too late.

l did what l could
but Area, they're adamant.

They want you off G Wing
and out of Larkhall.

You're sacked.

You stupid bloody cow!

You won't use my affidavit?
You said it wasn't enough.

Pimping a prisoner?
Coercing another officer to plant drugs?

lt should be, shouldn't it?

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