All language subtitles for Bad Girls s03e01

I need to get out of here for one night.

You're crazy!

Miss Betts was such a penner.

I'd say she was shagging him.

Do you have to be so obvious?

Not talking to Miss Betts no more?

Shut it.

She can see right through you.

Oh yeah?

That's why she's invited me back to her
place tonight.

Lilvia.

Nicky.

What the... I've got to talk to you.

Good night, Jim.

Sod you, Karen.

I can get a passport. Trish can help. We
are not going on the run.

Right. That's it. Bedtime.

Bloody cow.

You really need this, don't you?

Can't help myself.

Do you get a cab okay?

Nicky, you're not going to get to San
Francisco.

Huh? It's a 12 -hour flight. Think.

I'm not going to go direct.

It doesn't matter. Your passport's going
to be red hot wherever.

It won't be my passport. Are you
Triss's?

I've got the wig.

Helen, please. All I need is a cab.

No.

Well, if you're worried about calling
one here, I'll... I am trying to get you

to think things through.

What about the nurse?

If you're not back tomorrow?

It'll be those piss -head screws in the
shit. There's nothing they can pin on

her. She'll be on a plane herself in a
few days.

Darling, it's us we've got to look
after.

Which is why I'm begging you, don't be
stupid.

You'll soon know I'm safe.

Can you lend me 20 quid for a cab?

I'll drive you.

Love it when you're bossy Ain't gonna
see then you just

be a good little guy

Okay

boys

party's over

Who of you last saw Jim Fenner?

Um... He was escorting the Red Bands
back, and you went here to hand over to

him. No, ma 'am.

You better bloody well count your
bodies.

I'll

do

that for you, sir.

Can't keep you off me, can I?

Does that feel good, sir?

gone off me now, have you?

Big man.

He's got him.

Nicky!

What is it?

Big, ugly man.

Get off the bed.

Right. You and you, Team A. You and you,
Team B.

We've got an officer down with a stab
wound in there.

Tell Gates to call all emergency
services.

Say we've got a possible hostage
incident and request assignment

Call the hospital wing, inform the duty
M .O. and say to stand by for injury

report and get me any available stuff.

Go. Yes, ma 'am.

Turn that bloody alarm off.

You get Atkins out of there now and the
rest of them, double them up on the two.

You really are a bloody fucker, aren't
you?

Calling me names?

You'll start, darling.

You're going to get nutted off to the
funny front for this.

It's your nuts you want to worry about,
Mr. Shut up.

I ain't talking to no one, right?

Not until Fenner owns up he's a rapist.

I'm still holding.

Do you hear that?

Because that's what you are.

A rapist and a lying piece of shit.

You're really blowing it this time,
Cheryl.

Do you want another poke in the pudding?

Because don't push me, Rad, because
there's plenty of sharp left.

What are you going to say about that
bottle, huh?

I just happened to find it underneath
your bed.

You'll find it in your bleeding spout in
a minute.

What's your problem, Cheryl?

You think you're cunning, but... Sorry,

I didn't quite catch that.

What's my problem?

Well, it ain't going to be you anymore,
is it?

Sir,

it's Governor Betts, HMP Larkhall.

I have a major incident on Dewing.

One officer down.

Your presence is requested.

Going to be hell waiting for you.

Probably be months, won't it?

Listen, Helen, if you ever... I forget,
I'm like a total prat.

Dirty Springfield's ugly sister, eh?

Worked all right in your gormless
gateman, though.

Thought I was a right dizzy blonde.

Do you really think you'd have gone back
to prison, Nicky?

What?

If you hadn't seen that letter.

Why, do you wish you hadn't shown it to
me now?

No, I mean...

If we still had hope for you to appeal
like we did, and we'd spent this night

together, do you honestly think you'd
have gone back to prison?

Yeah.

I would have, yeah.

Why?

Because I really did think we were going
to win it.

You want to try having a baby?

Look at me.

You're lucky I ain't cut your dick off
what you've done to me.

I'll make it up to you.

Anything.

Just please.

Want to ask me for a sanny towel?

It's right here.

I'd have been more determined than ever.

Now I've got you.

You still turn right back there.

What?

What are you doing? I'm taking you back
to Lark Hall.

Huh? There's no escape. I've already
called the police. What?

If you give yourself up at the gate,
I'll say that you only escaped to make a

protest to me about your appeal.

No!

I promise.

No! Nikki!

You been drinking, madam?

No, I haven't.

I saw a cat. I thought it was going to
run out in front of me.

A cat?

Under a car? That's why I swerved.

Look, I'm very happy to take a breath
test.

Are you nurses?

You better get home to your bed, then
go.

Cheers. Go careful.

Why don't you turn me in?

Shut up.

Sit.

I said I want you to turn yourself in at
the prison.

Get venison surgery for me, doc, please!

I don't care where it is, as long as
it's there in this, two of them.

Helen Stewart?

Helen!

It's coming back.

We've got a major incident on G -Wing.

Shell Dockley's got Jim Fenner hostage.

And he's badly wounded. I need you here.

Nikki.

Did you say Fenner?

This is the perfect cover to get you
back inside.

What?

I thought I was going to have to drive
around till morning. That would be

now. Just a second.

Look, no -one knows that you've escaped.

I didn't call the police.

But I still can and will if you try and
make a run for it.

What do you mean, you didn't call the
police? I dialed 999, but I couldn't go

through with it.

I just want to get you safely back into
your cell.

With any luck.

Nicky, if we want the future, the only
chance we've got is to keep fighting for

your appeal.

What's going on?

Oh, it's an all night party tonight,
girls.

Hello? Who is it?

Larkhall Prison. We've got an officer
hostage on G -Wing. All staff alert.

Say again?

Jim Fenner.

He's been stabbed.

Jim? A cab's on its way for you.

Right.

OK, brief the ambulance and get them up
here. Then call the hospital wing to

come and liaise.

You two, next job, get the crowbars.

Shell, you've got to listen to me.

Bug off, Ben.

Look, I know you're very upset.

For your own sake, I'm asking you to
clear this door and let Mr. Fenner out.

Well, you're wasting your bugging
breath, Ben.

Shell, use your brain.

The longer you string this out, the
worse you're going to make it for

If you'd made it worse for me, you two
-faced slag.

Why? What do you mean?

Because I trusted you, and you lied to
me, didn't you? Just get the door off.

Shut your gob, you, or I'll stuff this
in it.

Jim,

for God's sake, stay still. Don't try
and talk.

Just hang on.

You thought you were going to get a shag
off him tonight, didn't you?

He told me.

She's raving.

Has he beat you up and all, eh?

Is that how you like it, Miss Smarty
Soup, Ben?

Cheryl, I don't know why you're saying
this.

It turned you on, didn't it?

All what I told you he done to me.

You're just going to have to imagine
what I'm going to do to him.

Oh, I think I'm going to be sick.

Thanks. Welcome back to hell, eh?

What's the laker? What do you know?

Not much.

We know Jim Fenn is in dire need.

I won't be standing out here.

I've not heard any difference. Back out
and speak to your governor.

Number two keys, please. There's smoke.

Oh, come on, Phil.

Oh, drat. I had it with these.

Oh, darn it.

This

can't be there.

Wait ten minutes and go to your cell.

Hello?

He's been stabbed in the abdomen with a
broken bottle.

Copious bleeding. Looks like a major
vessel's involved.

We'll need your medics to get some blood
here. Right.

You've got a doctor on duty?

Dr. Nicholson.

But you'll send him straight out to the
ambulance, won't you?

Depends if he's stable.

Di, yes.

Okay, you're my runner. I need Jim
Fenner's medical file.

We need his blood type. And any known
allergies?

Got that? Yes, ma 'am.

Well, I hope we're not going to waste
time getting that door down.

Oh, we're not?

You two, you'll see now, Trent.

Okay, Sylvia, there's your team. Go and
get kitted up. You're going in.

What, me?

Oh, Mum, I can't.

Are you telling me you're not fit for
duty?

I just, well... No, Mum, I'm fit as a
fiddle.

Bloody well act like it. And don't
forget to take off all that jewellery.

Yes, Mum.

Hello. Good to see you.

I've built a foot diner.

So what's the story?

Well, how or why, I'm still in the dark.
All I know is the clock's ticking.

Well, what's her attitude? What's she
saying?

Well, the vicious thing pops into her
head.

You know Dockley. She's really old, from
the neck off.

So any particular grievances, any
demands?

Not as yet, but I'm not hanging about to
hear them.

Look, I'm sending the heavies in as soon
as we're set up.

But she's armed, isn't she?

She's got a broken body.

I'm going to get the fire team up to the
window with a hose.

I haven't got time for soft options,
Helen.

There's an officer in danger.

Yeah, but at that range, you're going to
burn her skin off.

Well, she'll be wise to give up when I
tell her to, then.

Look, Karen, if you go on hard, you
could push her right over the edge.

She's going to know that you're setting
the ladder up because the other's a

warner. She'll have a bottle right in at
Jim's neck.

Look, I don't want to pull rank here,
but she's my responsibility.

Just so long as I make this clear.

Our first priority is to save his life.

Sure, Paul.

I'm going to try and get a hold of his
wife.

Di, Di, you've got to swap duties with
me.

I can't, can I? Oh, Di, I'm desperate.

If I push this body any harder, I'm not
joking.

You can put the wooden lid on me. We've
got orders, though.

I thought we were friends.

Sylvia, what are you still doing here?

Jim Fenner and me, we came out of the
same egg. I'd do anything for him. He

knows it. But that bossy bet.

She's power gone.

Jesus.

What's going on? I don't understand.

I need a bag.

Get me a bag.

Bag?

And if you don't tell me what's going
on, I'm probably going to throw up in

I want you to tell me why you're doing
this.

Blimey, what is this? A bleeding relay?

Listen, I've come in from home
especially to try and help you.

Yeah? Well, that's your sad life then,
isn't it? Don't dump it on me.

Listen, I will be sad if you can't even
come up with a good reason for this.

Well, why don't you ask Bette what the
reason is?

She knows.

Why don't you tell me yourself?

Because why don't I tell you like
anything all the good it's ever done me?

as well speak frigging Eskimo.

What are you going to do with this?

Bury it with my dreams.

If you were my daughter, Nicky, I think
I'd probably have to hit you hard.

Well, don't talk to me, then.

Do you really think she'd have taken all
those risks to get you back here safely

if she didn't care about you?

Oh, don't be so stupid, Nicky. You put
her in a terrible dilemma. I think she's

been absolutely admirable.

Well, give her a bloody medal, then.

Why are you so scathing?

Why don't you just trust her and put all
your fight into getting your appeal?

Because it's bollocks, Barbara!

Well, somebody's going to change a prick
in weeks to let me appeal.

Well, she hasn't given up, has she?

Yes, she has.

We had one chance to share a life
together.

To take a huge bloody risk and go for
it.

I'm out of it now.

This number's not here, Mum.

Well, check right through from the
beginning in case it's misfiled.

Makes you see the importance of
paperwork, doesn't it?

Quite.

Keep thinking. Could have been me, just
as easy.

Stuck up there, bleeding me guts out.
Wife and kids.

Poor bastard.

Shit, there's no key to this.

Let me.

Take up burgling.

Honestly, though, beats me why they
stick blokes in women's necks.

Be safe in a bloody snake pit.

I've given Jim's medical file to the
paramedic, Mum.

Good. And, um...

And maybe not of his next -of -kin
number.

Um, Miss Stewart said you might need it.

Thank you.

Um, did you get through to Dominic
McAllister?

McAllister? Well, I just haven't seen
him about.

He's on holiday, isn't he?

Not till tomorrow morning.

Well, we're not that desperate for him,
are we?

But... Die.

Note.

And uniform.

Oh, yes, ma 'am.

You go and find me someone from work.

Yes, Mum.

It's OK, Dad. I'm there.

Hello? Can I speak to Mrs Marilyn
Fenner, please?

This is Mrs Fenner speaking.

This is Governor Karen Betts from
Larkhall Prison.

I'm phoning about your husband.

Why?

He's been seriously wounded by an
inmate.

What do you mean?

He's been stabbed in the stomach.

We're doing all we can for him, Mrs.
Fenner, but if you could get over here

soon as possible.

Well, who stabbed him?

I'm sorry, I can't go into any details.

It's her, isn't it?

It's that dockley.

Mrs. Fenner, please, for Jim's sake.

need your call.

I know what your game is. You and Beck.

Doing nice and nasty, ain't ya?

Sal, I just want to understand why
you're doing this.

So that you don't undo every good report
that you've worked for.

Yeah?

Well, I'll tell you what I want, right?

I want to be believed this time.

I want him to sign the two confessions
saying he's a rapist, right? And that's

how come I slapped him to get him off
me.

You hear that, mush? For God's sake, I'm
dying.

Then look lousy, then.

Shell, listen to me.

You need to help us keep Mr. Fenner
alive.

He ain't dying.

He just don't like it. Up him.

I want you to give him your bed sheet so
he can press it against the wound and

stop the bleeding.

That way you proved to us that you
weren't intending to kill him.

Would you do that?

16 -year -old.

All right, I've done it.

Good, thank you.

Now, will you give him your blanket to
wrap round his shoulders?

Make him a cup of tea and all, shall I?

Now, you tell him I want him to sign a
confession.

I'll write it out for him.

So, is that what you're saying, is it,
Cheryl?

Is that your condition for letting Mr
Fenner out, is it?

No. It'd be more than that.

I've got to have some compensation,
innit?

Getting woken up with dickface on top of
me.

So just tell us what it is that you
want.

What? You mean I can have it?

If I can get it for you, just tell me
what it is.

Well, I'd want at least 100 fags, right?

Okay.

What?

Anything else.

Yeah, all right. Don't rush me.

I want an old box of Kit Kats, right?

A Mars bar.

And phone cards, the four quid ones,
right?

Yeah.

And new shampoo and conditioner and a
load of stamps and all.

We've made a lot of your requests, but
I'm going to need you to clear the doors

so we can pass them through to you.

The name's Shell, not Spazzer, right? So
don't diss me.

I'll put a swinger out the window, send
it up in a bag.

Right, fine.

But let's be clear about what we've
agreed.

Now, if Mr Fenner signs this confession
and I send you up the things that you've

asked for, then you'll clear the door
and let us get him to hospital.

Not if you're going to shove me down the
block, will I?

OK, so what if I recommend that you
begin to find another cell in the wing?

Would that be fair?

What do you think, Shell?

Not if it ain't got curtains in the
duvet.

And if it has?

It's OK, then.

Right.

I need you to be really clear with me
here, Shell.

If I agree to your conditions, do you
promise me that you will clear the door

and let Mr Fenner out?

Yeah, all right, I'll think about it.
No, you have to make a clear promise.

Yeah, a promise, OK.

And you're clear about that?

You know.

What do you want me to do? Crouch a
bleeding Bible?

So we've got a deal then, Shell.

Now we've made a compact.

Jim Fenner's barricaded in Sheldockley's
cell up on G3 with a serious abdominal

stab wound. How?

How or why, I haven't been able to
ascertain yet.

But stab with what?

Well, it seems she somehow must have
smuggled a glass bottle back from Sylvia

Hollander's party in the club.

Which I authorised.

Can you imagine how I'm going to explain
this to Harriet?

Karen, I've only got one instruction.
You have absolutely got to get this

wrapped up successfully.

Yes, sir, I fully intend to.

Because if I have another dead body...
I've got all emergency services present

and standing by. I'm going to send in
the team as soon as I'm able.

For God's sake, don't let it drag on.

I won't. Do you want to view the
preparations?

Better if she starts making demands that
you can't get hold of me.

I'll await updates in my office.

If you prefer to return to your dinner.

Just let me hear those two little words
very soon, Karen.

Incident resolved.

If anyone gives any trouble, bring them
down here.

What's going on?

Is Ben a death yet?

Keep all the fun for themselves, innit?

Try Shell again.

Trying to bring it back to life now.

Eh? We're so fun if they die too quick,
is it?

You got a swinger made up down there,
Den?

Call me king of the swing, innit?

Swing it up here, then.

What do you want on it?

I don't want nothing. I just want it,
Den.

Because I'm getting the gulf to affect
the load of bags and sweets that they'll

put on it.

So what rules, babe?

You do, babe.

Right, you.

Enough time.

Don't be so gentle with him!

Stick it in again and give it a bit of
rest!

Well, you two got laryngitis or
something?

Where's your gobs gone?

You're looking like you're on the screw
side.

You just get a bit scared. You're
scared.

Scared of what?

Some nutter. He's going to start a cell
fire.

Look what happened on Dewing when they
had that riot.

Dark them off.

Like her next door. She's arson. We'd be
stuck here, wouldn't we? Piggy's on a

barbie. You'd better set fire to a
couple of these then.

Quick, before it happens.

You've got to hand it to Dockley,
though.

I know she's a pain in the arse, but she
knows how to get her man.

I wish I could let her loose on mine.

What? You're Charlie?

We thought you was cut up about him. I'd
like to cut him up.

I'd like to put him in a slicer so he
could watch himself make salami.

Something come up, then, has it, Yvonne?

It hit me, didn't it?

Smack.

Why didn't he turn up for the visit?

Cos him and Rini's shit -faced William
set me up from the start.

What? You mean... What, her and him?

That's why I'm in here. So him and her
could get into our bed.

I've seen the biggest mug going.

Here. We was going to save this for
Sandy Bangup. Blot ourselves out.

But let's have it now, eh?

There's a good dose of scotch in it.

Go on, we'll share.

Here's to Sylvia and Bobby Hollenby.

It's a happy couple.

Up there. Up there.

Cheers.

It's up here. Go.

Quickly.

She's acting out of grievance. I think
as long as she's got a sense of triumph,

then she'll cooperate.

And what if she doesn't?

Then we go in when she's distracted at
the window. I don't think it's got to

come to that, Karen.

Well, you'll have to get that broken
bottle for them.

I've got what I could, but I couldn't
fit it all into one bag.

They'll need you to stand by in the yard
below, ready to hitch up.

Right. I just need to figure out which
window her cell is. I'll try and stay up

and view those doors.

Don't worry, I don't want any nasty
presents on me.

Put your radio on talk -through in case
there's a change of plan.

Right.

Did you speak to the M .O. yet? Sorted.

What the hell's keeping that bloody
team?

I must have danced twice round the globe
tonight.

Now I'm playing soldiers.

You two better make sure I don't end up
on a slab.

on G2.

It's all going to treat now, isn't it?

Well, it's for me anyway.

I want to see my kids again, Sean.

I couldn't bear it.

Yeah, well, I can understand that, can't
I? Myth mine and all, don't I?

I love my kids.

Don't let them lose their dad.

Well, shut up and sign, then.

You really think... Oh, is that right?

It says here what you've been.

At another rate.

You always wanted it.

Yeah, like I wanted you to beat me up
and all, did I?

Oh, good times, yeah.

More good than bad.

Sorry. Was that a wee, then?

Good time.

Oh, you. It's time now off to la -la
land later.

You shouldn't have done this to me,
Shell.

I was good too.

I was special.

You shit of a prick.

Give me that!

Shell?

Yeah, what?

Shell, we're standing by to send up what
you want.

All right, I'll send my swinger down.
Wait just a minute.

There's two things that I need you to do
for me.

What, two more things?

I want you to unblock the spy hole so we
can have a look at Mr Fenner.

Why? He's perked up okay now.

Then you won't mind us having a look,
will you?

Put it back on.

Go on, then.

Thank you, Cheryl.

I hope he's getting rolled up, all this
I'm doing for you.

It's all going to be my report, which is
why I really need you to do this second

thing.

I want you to give up your weapon now.

Eh? The broken bottle that you've got, I
want you to attach it to the swinger

and lower it down into the yard.

That way you'll prove to us that you've
got no further intention of hurting Mr

Fenner or anyone else.

What if he goes to me again?

In his condition, come on.

Well, how do I know? If I give you the
bottle, you'll still set my stuff up.

Because we've got an agreement.

Well, you haven't even signed his
confession yet.

He's going nowhere. Please just give me
a second.

Cheryl, listen to me. We're running out
of time.

Please listen.

Look, a confession signed under duress
means nothing at all.

Eh? Look, forget it. There's going to be
a full investigation into what

happened.

I need you to trust me now and swing the
bottle down outside. Otherwise, I can't

help you.

But you promised. Only if you do it now.

Hello, Delta.

This is Victor.

Hello, Victor.

Stand by for swinger.

Shell?

Laura, out the window.

It's going.

Don't let any of you lot touch this
swinger, all right?

Let me see.

She's doing it.

Victor to Delta.

Hello, Victor.

Say when you've got hold of it.

Understood.

Stand by.

I want Jim out there.

Mum. What? Sorry, Helen. Michael.

Delta to Victor.

Yeah. Got it.

Shell Dockley, this is Governor Betts.

I'm giving you a direct order to come
out of this cell now.

Eh? I ain't got my stuff yet.

Not so brave, no!

Jim? Jim?

Can you hear me, Jim?

How's he doing?

Can he get into the ambulance?

We need to get him to your doctor, now.

We're just going to put a mask over your
face, nothing to worry about.

Tell the hospital wing he's on his way.
Yes, Mum.

You, get the lift.

Go! Go!

Go! Go!

We're in a movie now, Jim.

We slipped there.

Can someone bring the deep leg?

Here.

Get that.

I'll be alone.

Good work, guys.

Do you mind if I do a wreck in here?

Karen, my big question is, what was Jim
Fenner doing in here in the first place?

He must have been able to ask him,
didn't he?

When Miss Stewart's finished, seal this
cell and tape it no entry.

Right away, Mum.

Mum. Call from the gate. P .O. Fenner's
wife's arrived.

Get someone to escort her to the
hospital wing. They'll meet her there.

tell everybody, well done for me.

Yes, ma 'am.

Cheers. Still fancy her, then?

Eh?

Would you shag her if she came on to
you?

What, you shall?

What for?

But you're my baby now, innit?

Yeah, I am, Dan.

And you're mine, right?

So get back in bed, then.

Shonda!

Nicky, don't, please.

I'm mad at him.

In the office.

Why? Shut up.

Move it!

What? Just tell me one thing, Nicky.

What have you told your cellmate?

Huh? I've forgotten that you shared a
cell.

She knows it went arse up.

No, I mean, what does she know about me?

For God's sake, tell me. Why, what's it
matter?

Oh, God.

Well, how do you think I... I didn't
think.

I just imagined you in bed on your own.

Darling, it's OK.

No, it's not OK.

I didn't tell the nurse about you.

I didn't think you told anyone. You told
Dominic McKellar.

It's not the same. Why?

Because he's not come.

Because I told him about my feelings.

You told the prisoner that I broke the
bloody law.

Well, she's not going to dub you in it.
She thinks you're a saint.

Look, he was doing my head in.

I told her it was all over between us.

I don't have to say any different.

It is all over.

It's got to be.

Here am I judging Jim Fenner for having
an unprofessional relationship with

Shell Dockley.

And look at me.

Are you mad?

I am being a total hypocrite.

He's a total bastard.

I can't hold it together anymore, Nicky.

Neither can you.

It's too strong what we feel and what we
need.

It's impossible.

We've got to let go.

We have no choice.

This is just shit, Helen.

It's how it is.

Not for me.

No way.

We make our choices.

All you want is an easy life.

Fine, if that's the way you want to see
it.

Don't hate me for it.

It's going to go up on us.

Okay, Barbara.

You can put it down in writing now.

N and H.

Heart rate is 185. BP is 50 over 30.

Right. Call your ambulance. We're moving
him out of here.

Not yet, Doctor. It's too risky.

Are you telling me, are you?

Call them and tell them to stand by.

This is Mrs. Penner.

Oh, my God.

How are you?

Getting him stable.

Jim, Jim, it's me, darling. I'm here for
you. Oh, God.

Call me when you get into the ambulance.

I've got no pulse.

What's happening?

You're going to arrest.

Jesus. High rate, sky high, BP
plummeting.

Adrenaline, quick.

I wish I hadn't wasted that E .R .N .O.
body bag now.

We could have shared that and all.

No, there weren't no waste of all. That
was genius.

Stand back from the door.

Oh, that'll be room service.

Mr Fenner made it to the mall yet, sir?

Out.

Oh, well, we'll see him find out, won't
we?

We'll have to shock him. Oh, Jim,
please, somebody do something, please!

paddles!

Doctor. Oh, no! Doctor!

Right, stand back, everybody.

200? 200.

200 charging.

Thanks, Leah.

They passed.