All language subtitles for bad_girls_s04e11

No toothpaste or shampoo.

How come D -Wing got tons of the stuff
then?

Babs has gone to heaven.

There ain't no heaven, girl.

All that banter yesterday from D -Wing
about us getting extra bans.

That account programme's got to
disappear.

OK? And I don't want Babs here dropped
on you.

I thought we could, like, make up now,
team.

Being that I've finished with the gang
and all.

You finished Virginia.

That's why I'm finished with you.

I think she might be genuinely sorry
now, Tina.

Karen Beth is the one who deserves this
job.

I'm giving it up to her.

I'll be back in uniform tomorrow.

It's not your fault he was still born.

He wasn't still born.

He was still alive.

Morning.

Morning.

Oh, look at you, Bridget Bardot.

How's the Costa del Sol?

Distant memory since I stepped back in
here.

Bring us back any nice presents?

I brought back the satisfaction of
knowing where Dockley met her watery

My Bobby and I had a day trip to the
very spot.

Nice to have you back, Phyllis.

Since when have you been out of civvies?

Since I quit being wing -gov.

Quit? Well, felt compromised, didn't I,
as a manager?

Grayling and his so -called reforms.

If you ask me, the likes of us will
never be cut out for the top.

All do -gooders soft in the head and
ninnies like Stuart.

Neil's no softy self.

Oh, hark a tear over there.

Neil now, is it? Which side's your bread
buttered?

After number one.

He's the one who makes her toast in the
morning.

Anyway, you're back in time to supervise
another funeral service.

Well, if it's an inmate, I'm happy.

Please be seated.

Naked I came from my mother's womb, and
naked I will depart.

The Lord giveth, and the Lord hath taken
away.

May the name of the Lord be praised.

Now, if you'd all please join me in
prayer.

May no one listen.

I'd have thought you'd jump at the
chance of your old job back.

Usually I would.

Look, I admit my judgment has been off
in the past, but I need your help to put

that right.

The women deserve someone they respect,
especially after Jim.

Is Jim the problem?

Transfer him somewhere else and I'll
think about it.

You know the POA would be up in arms if
I did that.

You'd have the advantage of being his
boss.

Sorry, Neil.

Maybe I just can't be bothered.

Yes?

There's two home office inspectors at
the gate lodge, sir.

They're here now?

Now, before we end, I'd like to invite
anyone who wishes to share a few words

step forward.

Baxter

was just

a baby.

All he ever done was needed loving and
looking after.

So why did he die when there's evil
murderers and terrorists walking the

I tell you.

It's because there ain't no justice.

And there ain't no gods.

Right, Gordon, that's enough.

Please, don't try and do that.

I'll come up with a safe answer. It's
your liberty, then. Go ahead.

I wanted him as number one, so I just
loved him.

I've done enough urgent things to be
doing.

Oh, I know. Come on, go on.

And we've been told we can beat.

Look, didn't they kill Baxter?

With his cockroaches and his filth and
his mould?

You tell them, Crystal.

Bloody disgrace.

And his shit doctors and nurses. They
didn't put him in that box.

Pissed shit old bastard.

Look, we know you're upset.

We all are.

But you've had your say.

Ain't no -one telling me it's right a
baby dies in prison.

An inspection?

Here? Today?

That's why I need you, Sylvia, to be my
new G -Wing acting governor, with

immediate effect.

Oh, sir.

I... I don't know what to say. Well, I'm
hoping you'll say you'd like the job.

Well... If you think I'm up to it,
sir... I have no doubt. Your commitment

the canteen privatisation proves that
you've got something.

Albeit your computer class was somewhat
short -lived.

Only on account of the computers
themselves dying on us, sir. Well, let's

celebrate our canteen's success.

Get me a copy of the accounts to wave in
front of them. I'll get straight on to

it, sir.

Right.

Better go and greet them.

I'll head them off round the other wings
first.

Make sure that V -Wing's got its best
face on by lunchtime.

Look at that numpty. She's gone soft in
the head.

Don't let it get to you.

Crystal.

You did great in there.

Thanks.

I'm so sorry, girl.

To overthink.

You don't think it was my fault, do you?

Maybe it was too much to take him back
to the park.

Only I thought it was going to make him
better.

You made him better.

Only time he ever smiled was when he was
with you.

In fact, he probably thought you were
his mum.

That's a bollocks man, isn't it,
Crystal?

He was a great mum to him.

One day he's laughing, look.

The next day he's in a book.

You know what you told me about your own
baby?

What you talked to me about in Boogie?

Like I killed Tina, ain't it?

First Lennox, now Baxter.

Is that what you called him?

Lennox?

Only in my head.

If you're sure he was alive when you
left him, he still might be.

How can a baby live in a public toilet,
man?

He's dead.

Just like Baxter.

King's Cross is a busy place, Bookie.

Chances are someone found him.

Can you remember the exact date?

Oh, that must come, man. You know what
I'm saying?

He would have been a Leo, though.

I know that.

One of the girls he was there with
before.

Yeah, that's what he was.

Why did he get them that day?

How are you feeling?

Rosebed, isn't it?

I do totally understand your anger.

It's such a waste of a young life.

But I did think the new chaplain did a
sterling job.

You had to bollock his way it was, Babs.

He just told lies, like everybody else.

Max, you're going to have to snap out of
this.

I just did my head in, all right.

The coffin was barely big enough for a
cat.

So much for being top dog.

Peckin' massive.

Do you want to shut it, you wee shite?

Why? What are you going to do?

Put up your tux off and shove them up
your arse?

That's what.

Go on then, Albert.

Do your work.

Oi!

What's going on?

Nothing, sir.

Your shiz was just showing me around
house.

Weren't you, shiz?

Well, in future, keep your martial arts
in the gym.

Understood? Sorry, sir.

Won't happen again.

Like the screw said, gym, association,
tonight.

You're on.

Fine by me.

You're selling tickets for this?

Sounds like a chance to run a book.

It's just a matter of checking the
papers for that year.

I mean, what's Leo? August?

Mark, what are you trying to do here?

Well, say a baby didn't die.

Say it was adopted.

Yeah.

Well, it'll, you know, make her feel
better about herself.

Knowing she's got a son out there,
living with some strange family she's

allowed to know anything about.

Well, it's obviously been easier for her
to think he's dead, hasn't it?

Shit.

Mark, I'm starving.

Guess he was asked to be the new wing
governor.

Eh? I told him no way.

Karen.

I'm off home to put a suit on.

You thought you'd be back in yours,
didn't you, Karen?

But it seems that Mr Grayling might not
be quite so soft as I suppose.

It's called me, ma 'am, now.

Who's not made you wing governor?

Acting. Protent.

And you'd better all start acting the
professional.

We've got a couple of home office
snoopers turned up for a spot

Looking up past Tyler could put her out
of business.

I'm set to clean up.

Yeah.

A third gets mullered in the process.

But ain't there enough shitty violence
in this place without you taking bets on

it? What's this?

Yvonne Atkins letting herself slide out
the closet.

I'm afraid we're about to be outed.

Not me, mate. I came out when I was 12.

What are you banging on about?

The canteen accounts.

Hollenby wants us set for the number
one.

I get stressed.

We all knew it would come.

But it's in the programme, right?

Do you want your sausage?

Oh, look, she's going to cry again.

He must be off his trolley.

Neil wouldn't have made her off if he
didn't think she was capable.

Oh, come on, Di, you know as well as any
of us, she's a lazy old dinosaur.

Well, there's only one of us here ought
to be in that job.

Afternoon, Soph.

Congratulations and all that.

Thank you, Jim.

I knew I could count on your support.

Mr Grayling, Neil, has placed his faith
in me.

And I'm determined to work with the POA
to make Lark Hall a better prison for

all my officers.

What about the inmates?

Mrs Hollenby, the account's for you.
Thank you, Hunt.

Off to an occasion, Miss? Mrs Hollenby's
our new wing governor, Barbara.

Gosh.

As you all know, we have an inspection
on our hands.

So, hide your desktops, please.

No first -name terms with the cons.

The inspectors are more interested in
the women's welfare.

If you hadn't recently been demoted,
your input might be of more interest.

Right. Chop, chop.

I jacked in my position so you could
beat Wingove.

Do you really think I believe all that?

Self -sacrifice, bull.

I don't understand you, Karen.

You'd rather lumber us with Sylvia.

She can't possibly be any lower down the
scale than you.

Come in.

Ah, Sylvia.

Thank you so much.

This is Inspector Nigel Sims.

How do you do? How do you do? And his
colleague, Melissa Shaw.

How do you do? This is Sylvia Hollenby,
acting governor of G -Wing.

She recently led a very successful
experiment in privatising the prison

Sounds positive.

How does this enterprise work, Mrs
Hollenby?

Well, we're basically buying for less
and selling for more.

The profits generated are to be ploughed
back into prison facilities.

Is this correct?

Is there a problem?

It would appear so.

Then maybe Mrs. Hollenby can tell us if
we're looking at the profit column or

the loss column.

Only the canteen seems to have been
making considerable losses over the last

weeks.

Bloody hell, Babs, you sure?

Miss Barker said so.

I know I can't stand Fenner, at least he
ain't got shit for brains.

What kind of twat is Graham?

A twat who's probably up in arms about
the canteen accounts right now.

Make my day through that Peckham lot,
get a good clobbery.

Honey, we don't think little Shaz is...
Shaz?

Right, try the other one, try the other
one.

Up to it.

Oh,

we'll bang a jack alive on her anyway.

Pull up.

Right, well, I hope you girls are going
to be on your best behaviour today.

Why, Miss? Because we've got the prison
inspectors coming in later.

And we want to show them that G -Wing's
the best wing on Larkhall, don't we? Oh,

we'd better throw a party for them then.
Yeah, buy them all cream cakes.

You heard Miss Barker, girls.

We'll give them a visit they'll never
forget.

Yeah, right.

That ugly bulldog's a lot

meaner and tougher than you both.

I know.

Maybe I should fight her instead.

It's too late now, isn't it?

Yeah, well, if things ain't going your
way, I'm going to put the boot in her

nose. Bollocks to rules.

I'll wrap her frigging head up and shut
in her neck.

No, you won't.

I have what they want.

No, you won't, because you ain't taking
her on, Al.

Where's all the stout gone?

Well, I did think we were going through
it pretty quick.

Especially G -Wing.

I want a word with you, Hunt.

What's happened to all the missing
canteen stock?

I, er... I just entered the spends into
the computer. I don't handle the stock

at all.

Well... Apart from the remunerations, we
agreed.

Half the entire supplies?

No.

Has this got anything to do with you,
Atkins?

I'm just a paying customer.

Right, you lot.

Listen up.

You think you're clever, do you? Well,
you're not clever enough.

Every resaleable item from the canteen.
is to be confiscated and returned to

stocks. So you can all go back to your
cells and put your ill -gotten gains out

ready for collection.

I've ordered me. Anyone who disobeys
will be on a rule 43.

And that's a promise.

Right. You've got 15 minutes to eat,
drink and smoke a little bit of

OK?

Might as well throw us to the lions.

A mass confiscation. That's right.

Have you any wiser ideas, Karen?

Well, a more softly, softly approach for
a start.

Karen does have a point, you know. Going
hard and we could be dodging flying

Mars bars.

If we don't, we're going to lose
hundreds of pounds from prison funds.

And we've got a bunch of flaming
inspectors poking their noses

So get out there and start confiscating.

Yeah.

Sorry,

Julie. I've got to take all your returns
now.

Oh, I wouldn't even give that lot to a
charity shop, would you, June?

Be an insult.

Very clever, Julie.

so you can demolish a packet of cheese
and onion.

Can you handle the munchkins, high
-flying kicks?

Yeah, well, we'll soon find out, won't
we?

What do you mean, Maxie?

Look, I'm being shat on every bleak day.
I'm a laughingstock.

If you lose tonight, you're going to be
even worse off.

Yeah, well, don't worry yourself, Al.

I ain't going to lose.

I've had to drag Blackhall into the 21st
Open, trying to get some mutual respect

between the staff and the residents.

Now, it's not been easy, particularly on
our infamous G -Wing, but I think

you'll note a more positive interface.

It's under control, sir.

Looks like you'll fight, sir.

Pounds that don't add up.

Riot of a half -fingered pit cat. Not
exactly the best start to your term in

office. Excuse me, sir, but all this
happened whilst I was on holiday.

I'm as angry about it as you are.

But if you feel I'm not up to the job of
wing governor... I don't want another

circus act in front of the inspectors
tomorrow.

Best keep the cons banged up till
they're away, then. That isn't a

Sylvia. It just encourages them to kick
off more.

Unlock for tea, then?

Yeah. Me.

I thought I'd see how you are.

After earlier.

Not good.

The inspectors have gone.

We need to go home, I think. Get a nice
bottle of wine.

I'll change into something more
comfortable.

No, not tonight, darling. Not after the
day I've had.

You put off pretty easily, really,
aren't you, Neil?

Hmm?

First time I hassle at work and you want
to go home to bed with a couple of

aspirin.

Bit of rumpy -pumpy.

That's the office dress I know.

Unless you can't manage it.

Right, come on. I thought we were banged
up.

Change of plan.

Why can't you screws make up your mind?

Well, you want to stay locked in for
association?

Don't mind.

Beat it. Come on. Out.

Yeah, we'll all end up on sick leave if
that woman's allowed to carry on. The

job's yours for the asking.

No, thank you.

You'd be rubbing Fenner's nose in it.
It's not about scoring points, Mark.

You still have no idea what's happened
to me, do you?

Why should you?

You're a man.

You can't carry on like this, Karen.

Sooner or later, you're going to have to
trust someone.

What? This is doing my head in.

You can't even look me in the eye.

Why would I want to turn my stomach?

Get ready to die, Jimmy Cranky. You want
to fight the Peckham?

You're fighting me, right?

Eh?

You heard.

Nice one.

No worries, babe.

You've got to call it off, Dean.

Maxie ain't no fighter.

What are you freaking out for? I thought
you hated Maxie's guts.

I do. It's just that I... Hold him.

All the more reasons to back Shaz, isn't
it?

You aren't going along to watch, are
you?

She told us the gang was history.

I want to see them go down for good.

Don't turn your back on your Christian
values.

I told you.

I don't believe in God no more.

He's a shit.

Not playing netball, then?

Not doing nothing.

I've been thinking, sir.

Can you find out for me from the papers
about Linux?

Whether, you know, whether he got found
alive.

Yeah, I can do it, though, Kate.

Is that really what you want?

Please, sir, I've got to know.

Whose favourite is it?

Think that'll build out to pretty even.

Cool.

Come on!

All right, ladies, this is your last
chance.

I won't be able to... Er, next to... Oi,
William Hill, we're going to get a move

on before another screw turns up or
what.

Yeah, all right, keep your G -string on.

Why are you doing this? You can't even
fight.

Looks like you care, Tim.

Yeah?

Well, I don't. Go on, then. Get your
head kicked in.

Tommy knew what it feels like.

Right. Fighters to the middle.

OK.

Rounds of three minutes.

One minute breaks in between.

No points, no draws.

Fight isn't over until one of you says
submit.

No weapons, scratching, biting, fanny
-grabbing or poking.

Save that for the privacy of your own
self.

Referee's word is final.

May the sexiest woman win.

I know how annoying sisters can be,
Michael, but you've still got to look

after her.

Especially now I'm not around.

Look, I've got to go, darling.

I'll speak to you soon.

I love you, too.

Sorry.

Don't be.

It's been hard for all us mums seeing
that tiny coffin.

I couldn't even begin to imagine.

Oh, God, it's quiet tonight.

It's an idiotic fight. Can't you do
something to stop it?

I might be a mum on the outside, but I
can't be a mum to all the daft kids in

here and all.

Right, ladies.

Tiptoe this way, please.

OK, kill the lights.

Let the shit -kicking commence!

Baxter is safe.

In God's arms. I promise you that.

I just wish others felt the same.

I fear a friend of mine has lost her
faith since Baxter passed away.

Crystal Gordon?

It happens.

Especially after the death of a child.

It's usually a temporary thing.

Perhaps I should have a word with her.

Or would you? God needs all the foot
soldiers he can get.

I'm sure it would help.

Thank you, Reverend.

Henry.

Call me Henry.

And I'm Barbara.

Why don't you stop it?

Why won't you?

What use would I be?

Only one with that sort of clout is you,
and you know it.

Stop.

Dick with you now, babe.

Debt one of the big gang.

You should have roughed the fight for
us. There's no -one all round now.

The bishop told me about the post.

I suppose I was ready for something
different.

It's a big difference from your average
village, Church.

Well, there's all walks of life,
wherever you go.

I mean, who'd ever imagine someone like
you being in prison?

Who'd ever imagine they'd send someone
like me to prison?

All I did was grant my husband's wishes
to die.

I'm afraid I can't condone your crime,
Barbara.

God gives life and he takes it away.

Well, let's just say I gave God a
helping hand then.

Peter couldn't bear the pain and I
couldn't bear to watch him suffer.

Call me weak.

Ah, human weakness.

Now, that's something I understand.

After all, I have plenty myself.

There'll be a lock -up soon.

You'd better go, then.

I don't want you getting into trouble
with the screws.

Night. Night.

Barbara.

I enjoyed our chat.

Me too.

And I will speak to your friend.

Crystal. That's a promise.

I hope she's not brain -damaged at all.

You didn't have to kick her so hard!

Why didn't you stop?

You sure you don't want to see a nurse?

Yeah, get her to put something on them
bumps.

I don't want nothing.

Just piss off.

Wouldn't you?

She's wide awake now, Tina.

You got some tea? No, that's not a good
idea.

She's not in the most flexible of moods
at the moment.

We'll give it to her tomorrow.

Okay.

I'm sorry, right?

Take appointing Jim Wing governor.

And now I've made an even bigger talk
-out with Sylvia.

With the inspection going pear -shaped.

Relax.

Is that all you bloody

think about?

Your taxi, dear.

Di, please don't leave it like this.

It's you who wanted to leave, Neil.

I didn't mean... Of what?

That I'm a sex maniac?

Oh, come on. I think it's you with
sexual problems, actually. Look, I'm dog

-tired and stressed out. I thought you
might understand that.

Yeah, well, you'll have to hope the
inspectors understand.

I'm sure they'll pick up the rumours
about you and Jim Fenner.

Do you really think...

If I wasn't attracted to you, I'd be
contemplating asking you to move in with

me.

Me?

But if you've already made up your
mind... We'll talk in the morning.

Bloody noise that, will you?

You want to die, Maxie?

I'll help you.

Night, Maxie.

I still thought it turned out to be one
of her porkies, and then suddenly I'm

looking at it.

5th August, newborn baby boy found in
King's Cross toilet.

Jesus, I'm not sure she can handle this,
Mark.

It's good news.

Yeah, I suppose, but she has committed a
crime here, abandoning a baby.

She was a 13 -year -old junkie
prostitute. You really think they're

charge her?

Maybe you'll have to get probation in on
this.

I reckon you need a caseworker more than
she does.

Sod off.

Look, come on holiday with me. We've
still got it booked in.

Why not?

How much has changed?

We don't have to share a room. We just
take it easy.

Enjoy some time away from here.

Think about it.

Hiya. Hi.

Been having a tricky week last night.

So much to talk about.

Yeah.

So much to say, so little time.

Later, then.

Well, I do have rather a lot to sort
out.

You go and get those inspectors up for
your back.

You'll never change him, Di.

Pamela Anderson couldn't.

He's bent.

Not that old cherry again.

I should know.

A pervert thought he'd split me one.

Well, I must be the lucky exception,
then.

Neil just asked me to move in with him.

All religions is shit, innit?

No gods, no devil, no heaven, no hell.

Yeah, but must be something after you
die, though, Chris. Got to be.

Like what?

Well, heaven in there.

People need something to look forward to
when they croak it, Chris.

It's crap, man.

I don't want to sit on a cloud all day
long forever and ever.

I think you're poking a little fun
there, Crystal.

It is funny.

In fact, it's shit and ridiculous.

We all have our faith tested by life's
tragedies, but God's love for us is

constant, I promise you.

Come to the prayer meeting tomorrow.

We'll all put our hands together to help
you find him again.

Will you give us that chance?

You too, Pervis.

Pervis!

I've got a son!

Well, er... They called him Winston.

Whatever the nurse has called him, he's
probably got a different name now.

It's me who knows his real name.

Knows birthday and all that.

And I'm his real mum, innit?

No matter who's pretending he is.

Miss Shaw wants to check the cells while
the women are at work.

I can't see a problem with that, sir.

Best start up on the threes, then work
your way down, if I might suggest.

Top down?

Everything's bottom up. Why not?

This way. I'll join you shortly.

I've just got a few jobs to undertake.

Oi! What are we going to do with that?

Shut up, or you'll end up with stiff
tumour, Clancy.

You changed your tube breaker, didn't
you?

Didn't say I was going to do any prying
in your shovel, did I?

You two, stop what you're doing. Grab
this trolley and plenty of bin bags and

follow me now.

You start serving on your own, Gordon.

Breakfast first, bath later.

Screws rules.

Oh, look.

Here's your boyfriend.

Don't shut it, Atkins.

It's funny how Betts broke it off with
you when you come on the scene.

Morning, Kate.

We tried to reserve the G3 film for the
life of.

Of course, it doesn't always work out
like that.

I felt dead wrong when I said it didn't
kick like that.

Especially when I said I hoped you'd get
it.

Yeah, well, it's not too late to tell
you. Sorry.

I know Matthew's done some bad things.

You're still my sister, ain't you?

And always will be.

Hi.

Look, I feel like shit if it isn't money
to rub it in. Isn't there?

You don't do anything ever to turn any
of us against each other.

That's exactly what they want.

Morning.

Barbara.

Good news.

I think I brought our lost sheep back to
the flock.

You finally got Crystal to feed the
life.

A glimmer.

I think I'll need your prayers to turn
it on full.

Get to breakfast, Hunt.

I think I might need a prayer myself
soon.

Over to you, Sylvia.

Just making sure the cells stand up for
scrutiny, sir.

Come on, come on, hurry up.

She's dead.

And we four are the only ones who know
about it. And that's the way it's going

to stay until the inspectors have gone.

Right, Mackenzie, you're off to
breakfast. And if anyone asks, Max has

notes about a headache, right?

Yes, ma 'am.

Because if you utter one word
different... She won't. No, you won't.

a good morning to you. I expect you to
reply.

Hits off.

Jim.

I have stuck my neck out for you time
and time again.

I helped get Karen off your back. You
owe me.

I owe you shit.

Really?

Did you know Karen's asked me to get you
transferred to another establishment?

Probably never see her again if that
happened.

Mark would have her all to himself.

You get off on this, don't you?

Seeing you upset?

No, no, no.

I told you, I look out for you.

Now, if I'm going to transfer anyone,
maybe I could find a juicy promotion for

Mark Waddle.

Eh?

But you'd have to ask me nicely, Jim.

Very nicely.

Hello? Is that Camden Police Station?

Yes, I've got some information he was
looking for.

What's going on?

Mrs. Hollenby? Are you going to join me?

Mrs. Hollenby?

A letter from my son.

Must come and wouldn't.

I haven't seen Bagsy anywhere, have you?

We... Because I've decided to make
things up with her, right? Only she

our room.

Well, maybe she did.

A wreath somewhere.

Will you give me a second chance?

Your little angel.

That's what you used to call me.

But I'm not out to cause trouble.