All language subtitles for Bad Girls s03e05

I've been the biggest mug going.

You know the best way to get over these
things?

Just find someone else and forget about
them.

Charlie wants to make you an offer.

The police found a package with 20 kilos
of cocaine in his hands.

Look, I know this must sound daft. I
think you should consider being a prison

officer. He wants you to tell the court
that you took delivery of it.

you wouldn't be taking any rap.

You say you thought it was a birthday
present for him.

I can't believe you don't need no
qualifications.

Well, there's an entrance test.

See, I knew there'd be a catch.

It's dead easy, Josh, honestly.

What do I get out of this?

Do what he's asking.

He'll set you up for life.

Right,

now one without the metal.

You what?

Come on, madam, you know the rules.

Off with them now.

I'm leaving the nose one year. I've just
got that done.

The girl's septic in it.

In it, miss, if you don't mind.

Now take it out, or I'll fetch the
tweezers and do it myself.

Good to see you.

Jim, welcome back.

How are you? Not so bad now.

Ready for the front line again.

Or for me.

Oh, um, this is Gina Rossi, a Dominic's
replacement. She's joined us from D

-Wing. Gina, Jim Fenner.

Pleasure. The famous Jim Fenner.

Bit of a hero, you are.

So, how are you settling in, then, Gina?

Fine. Fine, thanks.

Pretty much like D -Wing.

Missed my bloke, though.

Mark Woodall?

Don't know.

You will. The number of phone calls
you'll have to take from him.

OK, folks.

We've got a new girl on the wing today.

Bookie Lester, 16 years old, in for GBH,
her third time.

Knife to pimp, heavy crack habit, the
works.

Right little madam she is. Face like a
pincushion.

Gina, I'm putting her in the four -bed
dorm, so I'd like you to be her personal

officer. Watch her, though.

She's young, but she's been around.

No worries.

OK, that's all.

Jim,

I'm sorry I haven't been to see you
lately.

It was mayhem in here, what with the so
-called industrial action after you...

after what happened.

I know you've been busy, but, you know,
just a couple of phone calls.

I have missed you, Karen.

Not here, eh?

Your office, then?

I can't, Jim. I'm up to my eyes.

We're short -staffed.

What the hell are you playing at, Mum?

What are you on about, after all Dad's
done to you? To us?

How can you agree to be a witness for
his defence?

Ah, news travels fast. I'm staying well
out of it. I thought you had more sense.

Look, Lauren, you're only young.

There's more that goes on in the
marriage than you know.

Some ties can't be broken.

He stitched you up, Mum, so he was free
to carry on with that bitch.

All right, maybe I'm a stupid cow.

But he said he's sorry and he's going to
look after her. He can't even look

after himself.

He doesn't deserve you.

Or me.

Look, I've been running things since
he's been on remand, and the bloody crap

I've had to clean up, you don't know,
Mum.

He's a dinosaur.

I've spent most of my time sorting out
business deals. He's buggered up.

He's my husband, love.

Your father.

There's nothing you can do about that.

We could go for a drink tonight, or go
back to my place.

I don't know, Jim.

Let me think about it.

Josh!

Mr Stubberfield tells me you've applied
to become a PO.

Yeah, yeah.

I mean, it's not that I don't like what
I'm doing now, it's just that... I'm

impressed.

So, how are you getting on?

Well, I'm still trying to figure out the
application form at the minute.

It's a bit official, you know what I
mean?

Listen, I've...

Got ten minutes.

I could talk through what they're
expecting.

Ricky, do you know, I really appreciate
that.

Thank you.

Thank you.

That bastard fends back.

Come on, guys.

Time to say good -byes.

I just don't get it, Mum. You're letting
Dad walk all over you.

Just go, Laura.

Let me make my own decisions.

I love you, Mum. I don't want to see you
hurt any more.

It'll be all right.

Now go on. Mush.

Ah, happy families.

Brings a real tear to the eye, doesn't
it?

Loyalty amongst thieves, normally.

Just like the Godfather.

Doctor, you should have sliced your dick
off while she had the chance.

Sir.

What's wrong, sir? Left your bottle?

Shut it, Wiley.

Now.

You two wait.

I've only got some hemlock or something
to weed in your garden.

Welcome back, Mr.

Benner.

Here are your stuffing envelopes now,
Dockley.

Shame, eh?

Come on, get moving.

You'll be sharing the cell with two
other girls.

So don't go thinking you've got the run
of the place.

But I need my own statement.

Oh, you...

Get in.

Come on, girls, please. Move it.

Come on. Move.

The last cup of tea waiting for me is
going cold. Come on. Move.

You've got a minute. Can I have a word?
Did you know he was back?

I hoped he might take early retirement.
That's lucky.

Never mind Fenner. Yourself. Move.

What?

What? Is... Good news. No, it is
fantastic news.

What is it?

Claire Walker has dug up an ex
-colleague of Gothard who claimed he

And get this.

She's prepared to tell it to a court.

Look, Karen, we need to talk.

Why are you avoiding me?

I'm not avoiding you. I'm not daft, you
know.

If it's Marilyn, she's the mother of my
kids, but that's it. It's finished.

I... I think we need a bit of space.

Both of us.

It'll give us time to think.

Think about what?

I can't afford to end up in any more
compromising situations because of an

attraction.

God knows this investigation has been
humiliating enough.

This investigation will only show what
we all know anyway.

Cheryl Dockley is a deeply disturbed
woman.

I am completely innocent.

You do know that, don't you, Karen?

I wouldn't be standing here talking to
you like this if I thought for one

moment... Something happened to me in
that cell.

You got me out of there.

I was doing my job.

We've saved each other's life, Karen.

How many people have that happened to?

So she's unemployed now, this woman?

What's her name?

Sally Ann Howe.

Sally Ann Howe.

I love you.

She was on the sick for stress after the
alleged attack.

But the police closed rank and in the
end she was too scared to press charges.

She said that she got a couple of
threatening phone calls as well.

Bastards, a lot of them.

When she heard about you, she decided to
come forward.

The CCRC can't ignore that, surely?

The CCRC is going to take too long.

Claire says we've got to get a petition
together to the Home Secretary.

Eh? How are we going to manage that?

You forget I work for the Home Office.

Jesus, I just can't believe it.

We've been here before, so let's stay
calm.

Don't want you to get too excited too
soon.

We've never had a bloody witness before.

I mean, it's looking positive, isn't it?

It's looking positive.

But hang on in there. It's going to take
time.

But we're going to get this thing
moving.

Alright?

Oh, bookie.

Pukie, more like.

Oh.

Yo, what the hell are you doing with my
shit?

Chill, man.

We was just having a look.

Cute teddy.

Sorry, mate.

You're sad, man.

Yeah. Well, at least I ain't no lady.

Shut your face, you.

So what'd it give you, anyway?

Three months?

30, more like.

For drugs?

GBH.

Nightly guy, innit?

He was trying to screw me up my money,
pimp bastard.

Yeah, how come you get to keep your
earrings and I had to hand mine over?

Dunno. Must have pissed someone off.

I'm a fat bitch to come off me.

Body bag.

I reckon she was a racialist. She only
called me a nigger, innit? Can she spat

at me or not? She never.

That's banged out of order, that is.

Should report that.

So how many you got?

About 20 now.

Done most myself, actually.

I'll tell you what one they miss,
though.

Cool, man. Wicked.

Yeah. Panthers love it. I can make 500 a
day with this.

That's crap.

I swear on my mother's life.

Go on, where else?

No shit.

I've only got earrings, man.

All right, ladies.

Can you smell something off, Babs?

You want to check your stab wounds
healed, Mr Fenner?

Gangrene stinks like rotten fish, do you
know?

Hello, Mr Fenner.

Hardly seen you since you got back.

You've been avoiding me.

Shut it, Dockley.

I'm not playing your pathetic little
games.

When your trial comes up, you're going
to rot in this place, and I'm going to

right here to watch.

That'll be nice and cosy then, eh? Just
the two of us.

Together.

Forever.

Love you, Mr Fenner.

And this is Cheryl Gottlieb.

She's a top dog, isn't she?

Got any gear?

No, ma 'am.

Don't you worry, I believe you.

No, she's just a kid, she'll... She's
got a teddy bear and all. Oh, sweet.

Not for us.

Shut up, you lot!

What?

Listen, um... You got any? What?

Rocks. Oh, you mean drugs.

Piss off.

Thank you.

Hiya, Josh.

I thought I'd die. This is a nice town,
eh? Oh, thanks.

Guess what?

I did what you said, and I got this for
her a couple of days ago.

I've been accepted for the PO's entrance
test.

Oh, Josh, that's fantastic. I can't
believe it.

I mean, not that I didn't think you
could do it, but just the thought of you

working here in uniform.

That's cool, isn't it?

But I would have never even thought of
it if it weren't for you.

So I really owe you one.

Yeah? G -Wing what?

Catch you later, Josh.

You've had your time.

There's other girls waiting to use the
showers.

All right, then.

Come to the pool competition on
Thursday.

Me and Den's going to be a team.

It's doubles, isn't it?

Yeah, well, if you'd seen me play, you
wouldn't be asking.

But I'll, um...

I'll come along and watch. All right.

Come on then, love.

Hey.

Hey.

Yo,

yo, yo, you ain't doing it right. Give
it here. Piss off. I'm doing it fine,

man. I'm telling you, it ain't deep
enough. The ink won't take.

How come you're the expert?

You should have been out of the tattoos,
didn't you?

So how come you haven't got none?

Allergic, but I've had loads when I was
on remand.

Thought of you.

Right, I've got the ink.

I could only get blue.

Screw with nebbing about.

That's cool.

in the solicitor.

I know that Greg and Amanda are
definitely contesting the will.

For all the good it'll do them.

I'm still waiting for an answer about
reopening my case.

No to news, Nicky.

Good luck, hey?

Cheers.

Don't count the chickens, Wade.

Just because your little governor's been
working after hours for you.

A pride planner.

I am a miscarriage of justice.

My arse.

Well, I think it's brilliant, Nicky.

You can prove that cop was a rapist.

And we all know that rapists deserve to
have their balls chopped off.

You're right. You look funny.

Maybe you shouldn't have come back to
work with me.

No, no, no.

I mustn't let her get to me.

Yeah. Well, it's bound to happen. For a
while, anyway.

How? It's bleeding sore, isn't it?

That's brilliant, that is.

Wicked.

Oh, what are you doing, man?

I just wanted to see if it had closed
up.

Hey, why don't we pierce each other
then?

No, man. We'd get busted.

Not if we did it where they can't see.

Like boonkies.

What do you think?

Well, we ain't got no studs, though,
innit?

I might be able to find something.

If you help me out, you know, get me
some stuff.

No worries. Den knows all the dealers in
here.

I don't know.

I was telling her what happened to Zen.

She's going to find it somewhere.

Go on.

It'll be cool.

Vicky must be thrilled.

It's only days yet, but, yeah, she is.

Just to warn you, she might have to see
a lawyer a few times over the next

couple of weeks.

You know, it may sound like hindsight,
but I've never really thought of Nicky

a murderer.

I agree.

Right, well, I'll see you tomorrow.

What is it with you, Stuart?

Just got a look at a murderer and you go
moist.

You're out of line, Jim.

Thanks to you, I had to walk back on
this wing where the nutto tried to stick

me. And now you're telling me that Nicky
Wade, the cop killer, is innocent too.

You make me sick.

Well, that is a relief.

If you approved, I'd know I was doing
something wrong.

Get out my face.

Did it hurt, your tongue?

I told you, I'm not if you're icy.

And you did it yourself?

Are you deaf or what?

But it's all I could get, and a couple
of jellies.

Oh, look, you can call it off if you
want.

I crouched a couple of duds when I came
in it.

Go and get those things I told you, and
I'll be right back.

Oi, Den, check this.

She is seriously getting on my tits,
man.

All this yo -yo -yo shit.

Let's do it ourselves.

What? Our tongues, man.

I know how to do it. She told me.

I don't know, babe. I mean, your tongue.

It's a special area, isn't it? You talk
with it.

Yeah, well, you listen with your ears,
and I've done them before.

My tongue don't even stick out very far.
Look.

Well, we'll put it right on the tip,
then.

Yeah, great.

Come on, Dan.

This lunchtime, right, I'll do yours.
Then in a couple of days when I get my

spends, we'll get another stud, and I
can show you how to do mine.

We can do it without her.

I'm an expert, me.

Is it numb yet?

Mm -mm.

Don't talk.

Just hold it there.

When it stops hurting, it's ready.

So you don't catch nothing.

Now what you do is put your tongue on
the apple and shut your eyes.

I'll push the nail through.

Are you numb yet?

And don't worry about the sound. I
remember my mate's ear sounded funny

did it.

It's just because your tongue's like raw
meat.

Jesus,

Mum, what the hell have you done?

What's it look like?

You've got some balls, girl.

What are you on about? You said you'd
done your own.

No, Mum.

Not my tongue.

I've got that non -professional.

It's OK, Den.

Thank you.

Sit, Den. Hold still.

I'll stick the stud in, then swirl some
of that booze round your gob.

It's bleeding a bit.

You running a book there?

Yeah, what's your pleasure?

Tell me.

Some strange reason I'm feeling lucky.

I put a week's funds on Shaz and Ben.

Now I've got them.

Good, yeah.

All right, Miss Betts.

I've just had a call from your husband,
Mr Ian Ravenscroft.

You're expected in court to listen
tomorrow.

Come on, Den, that's you up.

Someone's killing me, man.

We can't pull out.

The blood will have to be felt.

Shit, man.

Maybe we'd better get Dr Nona or
something.

Blood? If you don't hurry up right
now... Miss, Den don't feel well.

Fine, you lose.

Oh, come on, let's be real.

I'll partner you, Shaz.

I could lose my skirt on.

Game's not a match, I believe.

What's the prize then? Take away, innit?

She's a bloody professional.

It's the game, darling.

I fancy a chicken tikka masala with a
big fat buttery naan bread tomorrow

you're eating gruel.

Yeah, yeah.

Well, me and Di let you win anyway,
didn't we?

Yeah. Anyone fancy a drink, loser shall.

Nah, man, I've got to go and study for
my PO's exam tomorrow.

I'm bricking it. Oh, yeah.

Hey, good luck, baby screw. You'll win
it.

There you go.

Look you right, Heather.

It's for luck.

Cheers, Di.

I've never seen heaven before.

Where did you get it?

We grow it in the garden.

I thought you could use some help.

He doesn't need any help, do you?

Anyway, the tester pays the piss.

Good luck.

Cheers, guys.

See you.

He's a bit of all right, that Josh.

Get in.

Oi, Den.

You'll never believe it.

Sodding screws only went and bleeding
ones, didn't they?

That Miss Ross is some shot.

Booty, man. That stinks.

See who smelt it, dealt it.

Hey,

if any of them screws wank on about
winning the pool competition last night,

if they need a free takeaway.

Oi, Den.

Get out, Wiley. Have you done enough?

That's right, you.

Where did the earring stud thing come
from? And don't tell me you had nothing

do with it.

I swear on my mother's lifeless, I did
bloody do nothing.

I'm no idiot, man.

Look at me, giving her that little girl.

I can pay for it like anyone with half a
brain.

Denny, and I'll cut your tits off.

That's enough, Shaz. You don't need none
more grief.

Shaz, what happened?

I've pierced her.

We was just having a laugh.

I was going to do it in oath.

I found this nail, see?

But I sterilised it. You know that
whiskey I got off you?

Yeah.

Well, what's done is done.

But you want to make that nail disappear
quick, or you're in deep shit.

You report to Miss Stewart's office now.

But I want to go with Denny. I said now,
Shaz.

Time to go.

That's where that goes.

Good luck, Yvonne.

What some people do for their money.

I'd have done anything for Peter.

And look what happened to you.

Well,

hurry up.

How's she coming on?

Still bleeding.

She looks terrible.

Well, I'm not surprised.

Her tongue's very inflamed, still pints
of blood.

Got to clear the airway, for God's sake.

Yvonne, how are you?

I prefer the staff to call me Mrs.
Atkins, if you don't mind.

Okay.

Mrs. Atkins.

If you'd like to run over a couple of
things before you take the stand, make

sure we're all speaking Charlie's, Mr.

Atkins' language.

Oh, don't worry.

I'm fluent.

You'll be asked about three packages
that were kept stored in the house in

1997.

That's two of H and one of the old
marching powder.

But you thought they were birthday
presents from Williams, right?

See, the idea is he was acting on his
own, setting Charlie up.

So he'd asked you if you could keep him
hidden as a surprise.

Charlie the 40th.

Birthday presents.

Right.

Got it.

Can't believe it.

I'm going to be a prison officer.

I said you could do it. Oh, didn't I
say?

Miss Bates, guess what? I'm in.

Can you explain how one of the inmates
got hold of a nail in the G1 bathrooms?

You are?

You're the only one with that kind of
equipment.

You have a responsibility to watch your
tools at all times.

I don't understand. I wouldn't leave an
house lying around. I'm dead careful,

honest, Miss Betts.

Mum.

I'd just like to say, Miss Betts, that
I've always been really impressed with

the way Josh has tidied up after
himself.

Every last speck.

Maybe it fell from a fitting or
something.

There's a prisoner in hospital right now
because of someone's neglect.

Now, if you want to be a prison officer,
remember...

So help me God.

Mrs. Atkins.

On the morning of June 8, 1997, do you
remember taking delivery of three

packages from a motorcycle courier?

At your home at 17 Folly Court, Chelsea
Bridge Road, London, SW3

2DC.

I do, yeah.

And what did you believe those packages
to contain?

What did you think were in these
packages?

Truck.

Did you not think, that is, were you not
told that these packages were gifts

from Mr Atkins, from his business
partner, Mr Williams?

I knew they were drugs.

Charlie told me to watch out for them.

I wonder, Your Honour, whether I could
ask for an adjournment at this juncture.

Look, mate, I'm not asking you. I'm
telling you. I'm going to front it.

I'm giving you the best advice I can as
your solicitor.

You take the stand at this stage, you'll
be suicidal.

Listen, mate, you don't tell me... You
told me you were on side.

It'll be brutal.

from the UK.

I can buy and sell this lot.

And I ain't letting a bitch off that
easy.

This is personal, mate.

All stand.

This is that one.

Are you prepared to confirm that your
husband had more than a partnership in a

garage door company with Mr Williams?

Sure.

They're into everything.

They supplied most of the East End
middlemen.

Middlemen?

Dealers.

Mr Levy appears to have finished with
the witness.

How do you wish to proceed?

Your Honour, in view of Mrs Atkins'
earlier conflicting statements, I would

to re -examine the witness.

Then please proceed.

Mrs Atkins.

Mrs Atkins, can you tell me why you gave
a statement to Mr Ravenscroft that

clearly indicated you thought the
packages were birthday presents?

I was scared.

Charlie and his lawyers put the
frighteners on me.

I don't know. It's different now.

I've sworn on the Bible and that's
serious.

I'm not going to lie to God.

Isn't it true, Mrs Atkins, that your
husband, your estranged husband, had

having an affair with the late Rene
Williams, his business partner's wife?

Well, yeah.

But then he was going through a middle
-life crisis. All blokes do that.

And isn't it true that you're still a
very bitter woman?

No, it isn't.

And wouldn't you like to get revenge
upon your husband, Mrs Atkins?

No. Mrs Atkins, would you please tell
the court what your current situation

In other words, why you are currently in
prison, Mrs Atkins.

Your Honour, I don't see how this line
of questioning is relevant to the

charges.

Your Honour, I'm merely trying to point
out to the court that Mrs Atkins is a

violent criminal and an accomplished
liar.

She has already lied in her statement to
the defence.

And she has lied when she pled not
guilty to the charge of conspiracy to

murder. It's quite obvious to me that
Mrs Atkins' testimony is shaky,

to say the very least.

They've given her a blood transfusion
and all the correct medication.

She's going to die, isn't she?

I never got to see her.

Oh, my God, I've bloody killed her. No
-one's been killed.

Now, pull yourself together, Shaz.

Are you telling me she's going to be OK?

We'll just have a moment and see.

I get sent down the block. It's your
fault.

I got a bleeding adjudication thanks to
you two bitches.

And I ain't even got no gear.

I'm not saying I've never done anything
wrong in my life.

I ain't always been a good boy, right?

Well, him that cast the first stone and
all that.

I've answered your questions.

You've been through my bleeding accounts
with a fine tooth comb and you still

ain't got nothing on me.

So don't give me all this, oh, you're in
trouble now, Charlie, me old son.

Just because my missus got the hump with
me because I've been playing away for a

moment.

I mean, personally, I feel sorry for the
poor cow.

I really do.

Thank you for that, Mr Atkins.

But you still haven't quite explained
how you managed to maintain a four

-bedroom villa on the Costa del Sol on a
salary of £80 ,000 a year from your

garage door company.

Not to mention your residence in
Chelsea, which it seems has no mortgage.

Well, I've got a mate in the property
business.

Now, if he's done something dodgy,
that's his lookout. You go and ask him.

But how many of you wouldn't jump at a
good deal above board mine if they was

offered?

Plus, I've had my good luck on the stock
market over the years.

So you keep saying, Mr Atkins.

But so far, you haven't managed to
produce any evidence of these pursuits.

To his estate.

What happened to anything to prove
guilty, eh?

It's your job to produce the evidence,
mate, not mine.

And it's my job to consider contempt of
court charges, Mr Atkins.

I do apologise, Your Honour.

My accountant has furnished you with all
the documentation that you need. And if

it don't add up, that's maybe because I
like to go on the horses now and then.

What can I say? I've got a soft spot for
the GGs.

But I ain't no drug dealer.

No way.

Smack that bitch up if anything happens
to Den.

Shut it, Cheryl.

No, Cheryl.

I'm sorry, man. I didn't realise you
were so upset.

Better stay clear of me, bookie, or
something shite will happen to you and

I don't think there's any point sending
her down the block.

She's had punishment enough, don't you
think?

Yeah, I agree.

I'd love to know what happened to that
nail, then.

Don't let it spoil your big day, Josh.

I'm sure it's got nothing to do with
you.

Yeah, yeah, maybe.

Listen, um, I was going to say come for
a drink.

You know, to say thank you for your
help, innit?

But to be honest, I really don't feel
like celebrating that. Oh, don't be

But, um, I'll see you later, yeah?

Please, Mrs. Ollenby.

They'll be back at four o 'clock for the
verdict. It's only another couple of

hours. And you'll be back in your cell
by that time.

Mrs. Ollenby, I've never asked you for
nothing before.

And you know that I wouldn't if I could
help it.

I'm begging you.

But I'll make it up to you somehow, but
I've got to know.

Sylvia, think of the expenses if one
escort for ten hours.

I'll take her in if you want.

Well, put it that way.

I do have to get an outfit for my
niece's wedding.

But if you give Miss Rossi any trouble,
I'll have your guts.

Do you reckon?

Yeah, ma 'am.

It's a bit of blood, that's all.

They're just covering themselves, innit?

Yeah.

I suppose they can't really say well
done for sticking a nail through her

tongue, can they?

I'm telling you, girl, she's getting a
bleeding holiday.

Hospital food, no stuffing envelopes.

You've done her a favour.

Do you really think so?

I'm not, though.

Don't do it.

Shag, we've had a call from the
hospital. They think Denny's got blood

poisoning. It's important that we speak
to her mum. Do you have any idea where

she is at the moment?

Will the defendant rise?

Will the foreman please stand?

Will you please answer the following
question with a yes or no?

Have you reached a verdict upon which
you are all agreed?

Yes.

On the count of handling stolen goods,
do you find the defendant guilty or not

guilty?

Guilty.

On the count of demanding money with
menaces, do you find the defendant

or not guilty?

Not guilty.

On the count of conspiracy to supply
controlled drugs, do you find the

guilty or not guilty?

Not guilty.

I thought you said he was a goner.

He's got out the bleeding jury.

The sentence of this court is nine
months' imprisonment. Your Honour, in

the fact that my client has already
spent six months in remand, I ask that

released from the court today.

Mr Atkins, you're free to go.

All rise.

I'll sort it, Mum. I promise.

Mr. Atkins, your reaction to today's
verdict? Mr. Atkins is obviously very,

relieved.

I'd like to thank my solicitor, my
barrister, and the great British justice

system. Thank you very much, Mr. Atkins.

Chief Inspector.

Chief Inspector.

Well done, Dad.

You were lucky.

Luck had nothing to do with it,
sweetheart.

Look, me and your mum, that's just the
way things go, darling.

Back to business, eh?

Give it time.

She'll get over it.

You complete bastard.

Come on, Evie. Not like you to be such a
bad loser.

See you in three years.

Well, then again, maybe not.

Come on. Come on.