All language subtitles for Bad Girls s05e14.eng

Don't they say all we need to know?

Jesus!

Your balls are going on my mantelpiece.

l'll bloody kill you.

There are other ways to lose a baby.

And if you want this one born alive,
give me that job!

Fenner's bollocksed it for you!

You!

There's been
a terrible misunderstanding.

Of course.

l've been doing me own stuff
since you left.

Yeah.

So l see.

lt's a bloody fit-up by him there. Fenner.

l don't know what he's done, but it's him.

(Doorbell)

(Doorbell)

Morning. Ready for the new dawn?

Yeah. Er...l'll just grab my coat.

Well, you still look half-asleep.

Should be an interesting day.

Ask me, Di Barker's barely fit
to be in charge of our wing kettle.

Strings been pulled there
and no mistake.

Cons will make mincemeat of her.

Well, l'll just be glad if l see less of her.

Right, then.

(Car lock bleeps)

Morning. Didn't recognise you
without your uniform on. Good luck.

Thanks. l can't wait to get cracking.

Your first priority is to get your team
behind you, especially Jim.

Oh, l think he knows
which side his bread's buttered.

Right, last bit.

''Daniella Blood is a survivor,

''evoking all the raw pain and conflict
of her tragic life

''in shockingly brutal images
that hit the eye like a fist,

''yet radiate vulnerability.''

- Oh, darling, l like that.
- Thought you would.

''This great talent currently
languishes in Larkhall prison,

''where she was discovered
by her mentor and patron,

''portraitist and fellow victim
of penal injustice, Mrs Beverley Tull.''

- Happy?
- Delirious.

Now, get the goons to fax that off
and start the PR ball rolling.

lt is lucky for us Grayling's a media tart.

He can't wait to
bask in the reflected glory.

- Morning, team.
- (Sylvia) Morning, ma'am.

lt's still Di, OK?

Barker, not Grayling.

l know you're all wondering
how come it's me got the job.

Well, Area told me
that what G Wing needs now

is looking after by someone
that both sides of the bars trust.

Someone who's prepared to tackle
our problems from scratch.

l'll be conducting an appraisal
of all staff in the next few days,

with a view to everyone being
clear about the way forward.

l'll start with you, Jim.
ln my office. Soon as.

Smiley faces for unlock, then.

Hello, Mr Fenner.

- Enjoy your little holiday?
- Not bad, thanks.

After you finish breakfasts,
you can get your stuff packed up.

O'Kane's been a bad girl.

Moving her back into the dorm pronto.
Can you see to it?

Then we'll have a little chat.

Come on, hurry up.

Move it, come on!

l haven't got all day.

Acrylics.

The best money can buy.
lt's been cleared by security.

Cheers, mate.

Mate?

You had any luck
chasing after Betts yet?

She must have got bail,
but she's not back at her house.

She's not answering her mobile neither.

Makes me wanna puke.

Best screw we had shafted by Fenner.

She's left me well in the lurch.

l wish l'd never agreed to sign
that bloody affidavit.

Take your head out your arse
for a second.

How do you think Betts feels?
She could go down.

Never mind what
Fenner's got planned for me.

Two witnesses said they saw
a blonde woman at the wheel.

Are you sure it wasn't Karen?

(Knocking)

Jim.

Di.

l just wanna say how glad l am
you got the job.

l did wonder how you'd feel
about being passed over.

Yeah, well, l wouldn't have a job at all
if Betts was still wing governor.

Well, she's not. l am.

And don't worry about
that poison pen dossier of hers.

Area have binned it. Neil told me.

Really? (Sighs) Thank God for that.

- Did he say what was in it?
- Load of rubbish.

After the way she'd been carrying on,
no one would have believed it.

She's lost the plot for good this time.

Divorced, lonely, drinker,
menopausal... All adds up.

Not like you, Di, eh?

Got the whole world at your feet.

Look, l owe you one.

As long as you're in that chair,
l'm behind you all the way.

Thanks, Jim. lt means a lot. We've always
had a good working relationship.

Long may it continue.

l did want to ask you about Colin.

What you said last week
about him and Atkins.

- ls it true?
- Got the gossip going somehow.

Bloody hard to prove though.

l think the best thing for G Wing
is for him to be transferred.

l'll call him in for a chat.
See how he takes it.

Then have Atkins go nuclear?
Her and Betts tried to bring me down.

She'll be well stoked up
to give you aggro.

lt's her needs taking out, Di,
before she fires the wing up.

Best way to show you mean business,
send the top dog down the block.

l'd need to have her put on report.

Called me an effing bastard
this morning, didn't she?

Right.

l'm leaving Colin Hedges
in your hands too, Jim.

He just needs a wake-up call.
Bloke's basically a good officer.

Atkins thinks he's good for her.

Trust me, if there was anything
going on between them, it's history.

Di, l was wondering.

Would you like to go for a drink
with me tonight?

Only we're both on our own
and, well, l thought it would be nice.

Raise a glass
to our new working relationship.

Thanks. That'd be lovely.

Great.

Our friend Oliver is risking his gallery's
reputation on a total unknown.

You need to work hard to produce
enough for an exhibition.

But you could stand to earn
a great deal of money.

Obviously, you would need
creative and financial guidance,

which is where Bev and l would come in.

When you say a lot of money -
like, how much?

Sky's the limit, Denny. Thousands.

No way!

But only if you are prepared
to be absolutely committed.

Bring it on, mate.

Denny, hang on a minute.

l've, er...got something for you.

Top of the range.

Oh, what?

l don't believe it. This is wicked!

Thank you!

Well, it's not really me
you should be thanking.

Him?

- Stick it up his arse.
- What?

This tells me he's shagging ya. Definite.

Nobody buys me off.

You're my mother and you're messing
with a prick like him.

- Denny!
- Oh!

You promised me.

No more bastards.

What's going on here?

Artistic temperament.

- Very highly strung.
- Tommyrot!

This is what you get when you
indulge someone who's violent.

Shall l take care of those for her?

She's bound to come round.

lt was a very kind thought.

l've had it with this shithole, Babs.

Another two and a half years? lt'll kill me.

Come on, that's not
Yvonne Atkins talking.

lt is now.

Fenner's not in the clear yet.

The prison authorities can't
ignore all Miss Betts' evidence.

Just sit tight.
Your photos will do the trick.

They better.
Cos he knows they're down to me.

And if he squirms his way
out of this one, l'm stuffed.

There you go, mate.

Come on, leave it out!

Enjoy that, did you?
Get your hands off me, you slimy pig!

Come on, you. Move!

Champagne reception for lifers, is it?

Atkins, forget work.
You're coming with me, down the block.

l ain't done nothing.

And l never pick me nose. Come on.

Get your hands off me, you arsehole!

Swearing at an officer,
that's threatening behaviour.

Take her down the block.

- (Yvonne) Let go!
- Come on.

Sit there. We got a right one here.

Treat me like an animal,
l'll behave like one.

We can treat you worse,
if you don't cooperate.

- What's her name?
- Yates.

Let's have her.

l've seen it all before
so spare me the macho act.

You'll be crying into
your pillow later, like all the rest.

- Reckon?
- Full name?

- You've got it down there.
- Name?

Kristin Frances Yates.
You want my autograph?

l want you in there with your clothes off.
Strip-search.

Go frig yourself.
l had one at the remand centre.

Well, now we'll give you one more.

Get off of me. Get off me!

l'll finish off here.

Thought you'd have
the last laugh, didn't you?

Well, your little gag went straight in
the bin along with the rest of the trash.

Thought l'd do the same to you.

Oh, yeah. Just so as you know...

it might be Mad Dog Barker
up there on the throne,

but down here where it counts,

it's still me running the show.

Do your worst.

You know you can never break me.

Really? A spot of contemplation
might do you good.

Say a few prayers
for dear, departed Betts.

- Not dead, is she?
- Might as well be.

You know, the way l see it...

there's only two ways
out of here for you.

First, l nut you off to
the funny farm like Dockley,

second is in a wooden box,
like Merriman.

Any preferences?

My choice, then.

Bad news. l banged your bird up down
the block for giving me a load of lip.

Lay off her, you bullying bastard.

She needed showing. No one talks to me
like that, not her, you, anybody.

- How do you sleep at nights?
- Nice, deep and peaceful.

Looks like you could do
with a good eight hours.

State of you. White as a sheet.

Sniffing, coughing...
You sure that's diabetes you've got?

Maybe it's sick building syndrome
and no bloody wonder.

That's very good, Denny.

What is it?

lt's the curtains going whoosh
in me last home.

And them's all the other kids
that got scared.

Great.

Your art dealer friend seems
to think she's got what it takes.

l'm sure Mr Grayling's had
him and the gallery carefully vetted.

That's why l think l should have
a Daniella Blood in my office.

Well, if there are any left
unsold after the exhibition...

No, l mean if she could
paint me one specially.

A pretty pink colour
to go with me new cushions?

Pretty pink? No way, man.

That is an anathema to an artist,
using a painting like a piece of wallpaper.

Sorry.

You see, her palette reflects
the dark tones of her true emotions.

That's not to say she may not
lighten it up, is it, Bev?

Miss Barker may inspire her
to a happy new vision

of the mother-and-child theme.

- Really?
- Yes, well, you never know.

l'd love that.

Anyway, it's really exciting,
all the press attention.

l presume that arrangements have been
made for Denny to attend the opening.

Mr Grayling's asking Area Management
so fingers crossed.

And for ourselves, as facilitators.
Denny's mentors.

l don't think you've earned
any privileges yet.

What you've done for Denny is a good
start, but after your breach of trust...

you've got a lot to prove.

You're not taking
any prescription drugs?

- No.
- Any other drugs?

What are you offering?

Very original.

Er...would you describe yourself
as feeling suicidal?

Like l'm gonna top myself when there are
so many bastard men worth stabbing.

Obviously there is no miscarriage
of justice in your case.

You'd do well to develop
a sense of remorse over the years,

if you consider your life worth living.

(Doctor) All yours. Fit for any labour.

Got a bit lonely up there.

l mean, the Julies is all right and that,

but it ain't like being
down here...with me mates.

No room for
your Gareth posters now, Tine.

Denny thinks it's an art gallery.

Be in a real art gallery soon, innit?

No offence, but l think
they're telling you a load of bollocks.

l mean, what's this?
lt looks like a plate of spew to me.

lt's my mum, Jessie. l remember her
getting wasted when l was little.

lt's so l can get it
out of my head, yeah? Let it go.

That's all my feelings put in that picture.

l ain't been funny, but it ain't
what you'd want on your wall.

Right, you lot, out. Come on, move it.

Not you.

That not nice? Not what you wanted?

You were gagging for it last week.

Gone off me since then, have you?

- No, sir.
- Well, l've gone off you.

Right off.

You've been having me on,
haven't you, Tina?

- l don't know what you mean.
- l think you do.

Trying to make a fool out of me
for Betts. Atkins in on it, too?

No...l don't know.

Yeah, well...

(Sighs) Doesn't really matter now.

Long as you know l'm onto you.

You won't be doing anything
like that again, will you?

You're gonna have to work very hard
to get back in my good books.

Understood?

Yes, Mr Fenner.

Now piss off.

- (Knock at door)
- Come in.

(Door opens)

Er...

l just wondered if you'd heard
anything back from Area.

About that file on Fenner,
with my affidavit?

Yeah, take a seat, Colin.

All they've had from Karen Betts
is a statement of sexual assault,

which has already been dealt with.

Where's the rest, then?

She said she left a whole batch
of stuff with them. lt can't have got lost.

lt could be sitting on somebody's desk.

My guess is,
it's likely gone through a shredder.

What, you mean deliberate?
Why was that?

Listen. Jim Fenner's been
in the service a long time.

He's got friends in high places.

- Far higher up than me.
- Sod that.

- He can't get away with it.
- lt's out of my hands.

Listen, you're still very new to this.
Sometimes it's just the way it works.

What if... l'll write you another copy of
what l said about Fenner

cos l swear it's the truth.

My advice is forget about your affidavit

and we'll draw a line under your
own misdemeanours with the inmates.

lf you do want to hang on
to your own job, that is.

Come on, hurry up! Up the stairs!

Get your hands off me! Touch me again
and l'll kick you arse over backwards.

(Sylvia) That's enough!

Same for anyone else who tries
it on with me. Don't risk it.

Shut it and move, now!

- Take her up.
- Come on.

All gob and nae trousers.

l dunno. Looks pretty hardcore to me.

- Cuppa?
- Oh, l'll say.

And one to chuck at
that new girl on the threes.

Not stopped mouthing off
from the moment she arrived.

- Lifer, yeah?
- Mm.

Wants the reputation that goes with it.
Be fights to put her in the pecking order.

Maybe l should go and say hello.

You can be her personal officer.
l've got enough psychopaths.

l haven't got any yet.
Maybe l could take her on.

Mr Grayling knows
l want to work with the lifers.

- Here, take this.
- Oh, ta.

l'll... l'll go and size her up for you.

Kristin Yates.

Kris. And don't you know
it's polite to knock?

lt's you needs to learn some manners.

l'm Principal Officer Jim Fenner.
Sir, yeah?

So it's Kris, not Kristin.

Single, cab driver. Mm.

And you stabbed your drunk
old dad in the guts with a knife.

All adding up textbook.

My dad deserved all he got.

So shove your crap psychology
up your arse.

Oh dear. l've got my work cut out here.

Still...

l've cracked tougher nuts than you,
darling.

Well, you don't know tough, then,
darling.

You reckon?
Then take a good look at this.

Got it when some bitch
stabbed me in the guts.

And l'm still here.

And she's locked up in a loony bin.

So drop the bloody tough act,
you sad dyke.

And that's your last warning.

l see what you mean about Yates,
Sylv, but she's no psycho.

She's just gonna need a very firm hand.

l'll give her one. l like a challenge.

l spent the last few years
working with tricky characters in rehab.

Violence, mood swings, the lot.

But if you don't think l can hack it...

OK, but be warned.
Don't let her manipulate you.

Thanks, Mr Fenner.

Just, er... Just call me Jim, yeah?

You OK?

Fenner told me what he done.

And that sick bastard
enjoyed every second.

Got any news?

Yeah.

l went to see Grayling.

Fenner managed to get
all the stuff we had on him binned.

- No way.
- Area ain't got it.

Grayling reckons
some mate did Fenner a favour.

This is just taking the total piss.

What's Grayling gonna do about it?

That's the end.

He warned me to back right off.
He don't want the hassle.

Jesus!

l don't know where we go now.

Fenner is gonna see me die
in this shitting place.

Unless l get Lauren to take him out first.

What?

You can't be serious.

Why not?

- Wouldn't be the first time.
- You're scaring me.

lt's desperation.

Me...or him.

lf you've come back waving
your iron fist again, just sod off.

That's no way to talk to an officer.

- (Di) Do you like it?
- Erm...

lt's very...different to her usual stuff,
isn't it?

lt's what makes it all the more original.

Anyway, l thought you'd be glad to tell
Tony your baby's inspired a work of art.

Yeah...sure.

You seem to have got over
your morning sickness, anyway.

Yeah... Thank goodness.

l think this new job's
given me a real spurt of energy.

As long as you don't swap
the desk for a dressing table.

You two having a quiet night in?

Yeah. Tony's cooking.

Don't worry about me. l'm going out.

- Anywhere nice?
- l hope so.

lt's a sort of date.

With Jim Fenner.

Er, listen, mate. About before.

There's no point us falling out over
some washed-up, raddled old con.

l've been on your back, but with Betts
gone and a new bird in the hot seat,

us blokes should stick together.

l'd rather stick to a pile of shite, mate.

Listen, Hedges, you're hanging onto
this job by the skin of your teeth.

To keep it, there's things
you need to learn.

The more l'm finding out about
this job, the less l like it.

Yeah, well, there's plenty worse.

Now, l'm going up the club for a pint.

See you there...if you know
what's good for ya.

Be careful, that's all l'm saying.
He's got a terrible track record.

Very touching. l didn't know you cared.

You're vulnerable.
l don't want him taking advantage.

l am quite capable of looking
after myself. l've had to be.

Jim's not a bad bloke deep down.

He just hasn't found the right woman.

(Groans)

(Di) ln fact, l've always had
a bit of a thing for him.

He's just my type.

Big, strong, sure of himself.

A real man, in fact.

l can't let you do this.

- lt's insane.
- lt's not that bad.

And there's perks.

Bossing you around for starters.

lt's about time
you did what you were told.

This place is a hellhole.

You cannot seriously want
to spend every day in here.

With you.

l'm serving a life sentence.
l committed the crime, not you.

You've got to resign. Now. Today.

- l can't...
- (Door opens)

There you are. l've been
looking for you everywhere.

- Getting to know each other.
- Don't try to be their friend.

Her sort will tie you up in knots.

Come on, you're on visits with me.

lt's gonna be fine. l promise.

(Sylvia) Summers.

Richards.

Ogden.

Well, you've missed one. There.

Lester. Over here.

You've got a visitor. Get in line.

Are you sure? l never sent no...

Yes, you did. Don't you remember
last week, you sent out a VO?

(Laughs) ls this a wind-up?

l presume there's someone
you really want to see, isn't there?

Oh, yeah! Yeah, course.
How could l have forgot?

(Sylvia) Right, you lot. Let's get moving.

All right, Yvonne? Have you finished?

Yeah, thanks.

Tine, emergency.

l need you to get a message
out to Lauren.

- Erm...
- Say it's for me. Terry'll do it in works.

- OK.
- l need a pen and paper, quick.

(Yvonne) And an envelope.

Lennox Lester.

Lennox!

- Hurry up!
- Two seconds.

l can't believe it.
Look at him, he's gorgeous!

Steady on. You're gonna strangle him.

Do you want anything to drink? Coke?

He's got my eyes, Chris.

There's a definite resemblance.

Thank you! Thanks for bringing him.

l've been waiting six years
for this, l swear to God.

(Sniffs)

Knew you'd see sense. Lager?

- Yeah.
- Can we have another one?

Cheers.

Listen, Col.

l'm only gonna say this once.

You'd better start showing me
a bit of respect

or you'll be off this wing
faster than shit off a shovel.

You don't deserve any.

That right?

Well, l've saved your bony arse today.

- How's that?
- Di Barker.

She's got it in for you, big time.

Wanted you off the wing.

l stuck my neck out.
Said you were a good officer.

One of the best.

Luckily, she bought it.

Don't make it right,
all the other stuff you done.

You're still wet behind the ears,
sunbeam.

lt's not your job to pass judgment.

- Cheers, mate.
- Cheers.

Anyway, between you and me,
l've got a bit of pull with old Di.

We're, er... Well, we're sort of an item.

- Since when?
- Situation's a bit complicated.

Trying to keep it quiet,
for obvious reasons.

- That's your business.
- Exactly.

You keep your nose clean,
and you'll be fine.

But one slip, and she'll have you.

So stay clear of Atkins.
She's got wind of that.

Will you shut up about it?
There's nothing going down.

lf anyone's abusing their position,
it's you.

Last chance, Col.

You're either in with me,
or out on your backside.

Now, if you've got that
out of your system,

l've got something to tell you. We have.

Now, my partner and l...

we've adopted Lennox.

They wouldn't allow you to do it
because of the case history.

This way it's perfect. He'll love it with us.

And we'll love having him.

And you're out of here
in four months, is it?

Well, l've got a large house,
loads of room, a garden...

What l'm trying to say is...

that we'd love you to come too,
be part of our family.

- You all right?
- All right?

- What's your name?
- Kris. What's yours?

Denny. This is Al.

- Doing life, yeah?
- Yeah.

l did my dad in.

- Shit, man.
- Miss Yates?

l'm your personal officer, Miss Geeson.

You've not had a proper induction yet.

lf you'd like to come with me,
somewhere a bit quieter?

- Later, guys.
- Laters.

So, Yates, are you settling in all right?

What is all this personal officer stuff?

l take care of your physical
and emotional welfare,

personal problems, that sort of thing.

How did you wangle that,
you crafty cow?

No one else would touch you
with a bargepole.

You still want me to jack it in?

l just don't want two lives ruined.

lt's one life. Ours.

lf you're a pain in the arse
and l can't stand it, l'll go.

But l get to walk
out of these gates every night.

l love you.

l know.

End of my shift. Time to go home.

Sorry about mine.

l'll ship you in
a few bits and bobs. Cosy it up.

Think of me
before you go to sleep tonight.

Me and Lennox is having bedrooms
next to each other.

- Own bathroom, satellite TV...
- Cor, you lucky thing.

- He must be loaded!
- He's class, man.

Got his own swimming pool,
help Lennox's legs get stronger.

- And he's getting him a pony!
- Good old Chris.

lt's gonna be wicked.
l can't wait to get out.

Shut up while we practise.
l'm gonna be here the rest of my life.

l'm gonna write Crystal.
She'll be glad for me.

Right, stand up like you're in the dock.

Denny Blood, did you or did you
not trick Al McKenzie

into saying
she murdered Virginia O'Kane?

Yes, l did.

And why exactly did you do that?

For a laugh?

- Jesus!
- OK, for a bet, right?

You did it for a bet?

lt's what you want me to say.

Say it like it's for friggin' real!

What am l gonna say about
how you gave me Virginia's necklace?

This is bollocks, mate. You'd best
just do what your brief tells ya.

l'd forgotten what it was like
to be with a real man.

You're wasting yourself, Di.

You know what? We should have
done this years ago.

Well, let's hope we do it
some more in the future.

To better days ahead, for both of us.

Better days.

Miss Barker...you'll be putting me off
my sticky toffee pudding.

Well, we wouldn't want that now,
would we?

Fenner gave me the benefit
of his experience, lunch time.

Marking my card.

l hope you told him where to get off.

Not really.

He reckons he stopped Di Barker
from giving me the chop.

And you believe him?

Don't tell me he's got you
on the end of a string as well.

You always have to have the last word.
Judge, jury...bloody God!

You're on the smack again, aren't you?

No, l'm not.

Don't lie to me.

(Yvonne) l can see it in your eyes.

You're a bloody mess!

OK, yeah. l'm sorry.

l just can't handle
all this shit hanging over me.

Not eating, not sleeping.

Oh, just piss off.

Piss off!

Do you want to come back to my place?

lt just seems a shame to break
the evening up so early.

Quick nightcap, maybe?

Thought you'd never ask.

Come on, then.
What are you waiting for?

Fine.

(Coins chink on plate)

l cannae do it. (Sobs)

l cannae do it!

(Al, sobbing) l cannae do it,
l just cannae do it.

Jesus! What is it, mate? You all right?

(Sobs)

lt was a bad dream. lt's OK now.

l'm meant to stand up
in front of them people

and say things...that l just cannae say.

- What things?
- (Sniffs)

Things that they don't believe anyway.

Never frigging did.

(Al sobs)

Oh, l want you so much.

Don't worry, l'll be very gentle.

Oh, those big strong hands all over me.

lt's been so long!

Must be what,
nearly three months, yeah?

Jesus!

He's not the only one
that can perform miracles.

Come here!

This is G Wing and over here...

is where they used to take
women like me to be hanged.

Underground so no one
could hear them scream.

There is a way to get out alive now. See?

lf you help me.

When she was down the block
she said she'd get you rubbed out.

(Jim) Just sounding off, mate.

(Colin) Seemed deadly serious to me.

Jim, did you order a pizza?

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