All language subtitles for bad_girls_s08e01

It's six in the morning.

I know. I just want to finish this page.

Thank you.

I don't know how to upload this video.

I asked the barman what you're drinking.

It's honey, thanks.

I'm Jack.

You look like you do a bit of dancing
yourself.

Yep, Lou Stoke. You're bloody joking.

Yeah, all right.

Mrs. Amira Al -Jahani, a 24 -year -old
postgraduate chemistry student, will

await trial at Larkhall Prison after
helping a husband evade arrest early on

Monday morning.

Mr. Hassan Al -Jahani, wanted for
questioning over his links to the

Islamic terrorist cell, remains at
large.

Amira Al -Jahani's lawyer is set to make
a full statement to the press at noon

today, but maintains that his client is
innocent and has no knowledge of any

planned terrorist attacks.

Police have issued a plea for anyone who
has information on the planned attacks

on the country's capital to come
forward. Any suspicion, however slight,

be... Right, you harney.

Everything off. You're being strip
-searched. Al Jahani.

Al Jahani.

Miss.

Get that contraption off your head.

Are you ashamed to show your face after
what you've done? You're the one who

should be ashamed.

persecuting decent Muslims just for
standing up for their rights.

It's not your right to go terrorising
the British public in their own country.

I'm no terrorist.

No, but your husband is.

For opposing an illegal war and the
occupation of Palestine.

He's being framed.

And he's afraid.

We all know what happens to people under
suspicion of terrorism.

Shoo first, ask questions later.

Democratic way, right? If you don't like
living in a democracy, why don't you go

and live in Afghanistan?

Now, get your dishcloth off. Come on.

Excuse me. Do you know where the
governor's office is, please? Joy

Oh, Miss Masterton only sees people with
appointment, I'm afraid. No, I have an

appointment. I'm her new deputy.

You're Louise Duke?

And I'm guessing you're Joy Masterton.

I'm the governing governor, yes.

And I was expecting an experienced
professional who at the very least knew

to dress for the job.

Nice.

Thanks.

Oi, where are you going?

Look, you don't want me here. I don't
want to be here.

Sorted. I was holding here at the last
moment to help you out. Frankly, I'd

rather be in my pit.

I've had a very late night.

From what I've heard, you're not exactly
swamped with offers.

Should we start again?

I'm very grateful for you coming here
today at such short notice. I didn't

realise the area contacted you so late
in the day.

Crack or dawn, actually.

But what the hay? I'm here now.

I've got a couple of tops you can
borrow.

No, it's all right.

I'll take my chances with hypothermia.

Osama. Speak you the English?

I am English.

I am shite.

I was born and bred in Liverpool, if
that's what you want to know.

What you doing going around wearing all
that clobber for the night?

Because she's butt ugly.

Because she's a religious nutter.

They all need a uniform to hide behind.

I have no desire to hide.

I'm proud of my faith.

Why do you think I converted in the
first place?

If you're British, you should be proud
of that, no?

What if I'm not proud?

When I disagree with something my
country does, at least I've got the guts

fight against it.

By blowing up innocent people?

It's not me blowing up innocent people,
you bigot.

Bigot?

It's this government, and it's pimped
the USA, killing women and children

day. Only that's all right, isn't it?
Because there's only Muslims who are

dying.

Maybe you're all just too thick to see
the truth.

Come on, this way.

I'd keep my trap shut if you don't want
to make any more enemies.

All right, get on with your breakfast.

Amira, I'm with Governor Grayling.

Show Amira to her room, and then when
she's unpacked, bring her to my office

her induction, yeah?

Come on.

I think she really is a terrorist.

I don't know, Tane.

I've got to admit it.

Look at that.

Let's see.

I've got a little rock for you and
myself.

Something to get you in the mood for the
little welcoming party I've got planned

for Bin Laden.

It's some breakfast we had left over.

It's a bit dried out, but... Thanks.

That's kind of you.

Except I don't eat bacon.

Oh.

Well, no worries.

I'm turning on.

Amira. Al -Jahani.

Wow.

Some people call me Jean, but I don't
seem very exotic now.

I changed it from Emily Clark when I
took my Shahada.

Any idea what?

Okay. Out.

Me and Ash are going to help a new girl
settle in.

Do you want to take that, um, hood off
so we can have a proper chat?

It's called a niqab.

And I want to say me prayers.

Well,

Jack, will you listen up, then?

I've got a proposition for you.

You're a chemistry student.

You've heard of crystal meth, yeah?

Nice little line of that. And apparently
you can make it out of a few household

products.

With the right know -how.

Took the forbidden in Islam.

It would be an offence against Allah.

Do you hear that?

Do you find us offensive?

It's an offence against me, sweetheart.

Look, I don't want any trouble, right?

Make whatever drugs you want, but leave
me out of it.

I don't think you understand what I'm
saying.

I'm the one that does the terrorising in
here.

I don't know. Ashley's going to get you
some nice ingredients for your chemistry

set and you're going to make us a brew,
OK?

Because what will happen if she doesn't,
Ashley?

No!

See what she's like?

You better do as you're told.

There's a place in Jahannam waiting for
you. Where's that then, eh?

Pakistan? No.

It's hell.

This is hell, bitch.

Get used to it.

Is it going to be ready then?

Not for a while.

So there's no point in you standing
there waiting.

You better not be naive.

I've already got advance orders.

Now you better deliver that by tea time,
otherwise you wish you still had that

mask to hide the bruises.

Time for your induction interview with
Mr Grayling.

But he's a man.

I don't have my niqab anymore.

Grab a pillowcase if you're that
bothered.

I've got a headscarf, but I prefer to
cover my face in front of the opposite

sex. I wouldn't worry.

You're not exactly his type anyway.

Come in.

Thank you.

I want to see my lawyer.

Well, of course you'll have access to
your lawyer.

But as long as you're in here, you're my
responsibility and I want to help you

cope. Make some friends.

The kind of women in here make my skin
crawl.

They're never going to be my friends.

I just want my books so I can study.

Surely I have that right.

Your chemistry books?

I have exams coming up.

I can't afford to get behind.

OK, well, I'll speak to the police.

I don't know that I'll have much luck.

given their investigation, but we do
have a very good library here.

Obviously. It must be brilliant.

I mean, this place is teeming with
intellectuals, isn't it?

Maybe.

You'd be more comfortable in
segregation.

The vulnerable prisoners' unit. Why
should I be segregated because of other

people's ignorance?

You could make an effort to integrate a
mirror.

Maybe wear some more normal clothes.

Most of the Muslim women in here are
quite happy wearing just the, um, the

headscarf. In my religion, this is
normal clothing.

I refuse to dress like a hooker just to
make a pack of animals feel more

comfortable. Okay, but I'm warning you.
The women in here feel threatened by

things they don't understand, and they
can lash out.

So can I, Mr. Grayling.

When this is all over.

You'll be sorry you had any part in
colluding with the travesty of justice.

OK. Well, why don't we continue this
another time? You've obviously made your

decision. Sylvia!

Let's call Demira back to her room.
Please.

How come she gets a carpet for her room
when she does come?

It's a prayer mat, you moron.

Muslims pray five times a day.

Maybe we should check her out.

What, through a little salesman of our
own?

You'll do no such thing.

I'm not having mates playing the
vigilante.

I mean, she could be dangerous.

No, Miss Hollenby's right.

You what?

There's no point in kicking off just
because she's different. We'll just keep

eye on her. She steps out of line, we'll
tell the screws.

Quite right, Buxton. Thank you.

Now, come on, girls. Break's over.

What are you doing?

Use your brain, will you?

They spin the cell, they find the gear.

You're all right. You look like you
could do with a pick -me -up.

I feel terrible.

Cheer up, Ash.

Come tea time, you'll have everything
you need to put a smile on your face.

Come on, you two, hurry up! Yeah.

Yeah, well, that was going to happen.

Consider it a favour.

You shouldn't have to wear it anyway.

I don't have to.

Of course, it's your choice, isn't it?

So your husband's mates don't get
tempted.

Don't talk about my husband.

You don't know a thing about him.

I know he's in all the papers for
plotting some terrorist attack.

All he's guilty of is speaking out
against oppression.

Yeah, that's why he's done a runner and
left you to take the flak.

I used to be a total mess.

Drinking every weekend, sleeping with
anyone who asked.

Hassan taught me to value myself.

Got me back to university.

Introduced me to the Koran.

So, he brainwashed you.

You're the one that's brainwashed.

Wouldn't you love to think I had to be
forced to convert?

I'm not stupid.

I made my choice by myself.

If you can't handle it, that's your
problem.

I couldn't give a shit.

I got my own way to live.

And it starts with being able to think
for myself.

You reckon?

Think about this.

Whatever you do in this life has
consequences for the next.

If you believe in the next.

Me? I'm just going to concentrate on
this one.

You reap what you sow.

Neil, I'd like to introduce my new
deputy, Louise Stoke.

My God, Neil Grayley.

Lou, good to see you.

You're right.

You're not back on the cocaine again,
are you, Neil?

No, no, really.

Whatever it is, I don't want it.

Oh, how's it going?

Good. All right.

Thought you'd be an area management
burner.

Oh, God, no. Who needs it?

So, you two know each other? Oh, yeah.

Nils, a good laugh at a compliment.

We used to love winding up those old
fogies, didn't we?

Still a few of them around.

So how did Al -Jahani's induction go?

Well, she's got an attitude, that's for
sure. She's not going to do herself any

favours with the other women.

I tried to persuade her to go on Rule
43.

As I suggested at the beginning.

But she's refusing.

I can't force her, Joy.

She hasn't done anything to warrant
punishment and she's making it a point

principle.

I did tell her she'd be much more
comfortable. Comfort is not what's

me.

I bet you can't believe your luck ending
up here.

Oh, no, I'm having a lot of fun already.

You know, I like a challenge.

If you don't like my methods, Graylin,
you know where the airlock is.

If I walked out right now, you wouldn't
last a day.

Perhaps you should walk out if that's
how you feel.

Perhaps I should.

I might teach you a bloody lesson.

Day one in the Big Brother house, or
what?

Miss Stork will be meeting with Steph in
my office this afternoon during lock

-up. Be there.

See you later.

Why do you always ask us to wait on
people out on foot, eh?

That lot of stirring it up, down, out,
makes you nervous.

At the end of the day, she's just
another Muslim girl, right? I mean,

loads of Muslims in Narco.

Not often terrorism charges her, ain't
you?

Still, it's her husband who's supposed
to be dangerous, isn't it? Not her.

Maybe she's just another poor cow who's
been landed in the shit by a bloke.

What the hell was that?

Jesus!

Yeah, she's got something else. Like
crystals in her kettle. It's like

It's like poison.

What poison?

How could she get poison in?

Here, I told you.

Bloody weirdo. Tell you, she wants us
all dead.

Oh, my God.

Janine's right.

Are we going to let her get away with
trying to kill us all?

Go back to your cells, now.

She made a push on Mr Graylin. If she is
making poison, then we should know

about it.

You're all talking hysterical rubbish.

But we saw her.

That's enough.

Any more threats?

You're all on lockdown.

Do you think you could manage to enforce
my orders, or do I have to do

everything myself?

Let's check her out.

All right, girls, come on, break it up.
I can't believe that. I was

just...

just cleaning.

I told you to go inside, didn't I?

I don't understand why you're so
determined to stay where you're being

threatened.

I have Allah, Mr. Grayling.

I'm not afraid.

Oh, fuck.

You know, I bet she crutched that stuff.

Anthrax, ricin, whatever it is.

Then warmed it up in the kettle.

Activated it or something.

Ricin? No, I heard her that. Listen to
yourselves.

You sound like a bunch of Nazis.

You didn't see what we did. She was
scraping the stuff out the kettle.

It didn't look like ricin at all.

What does rice have to do with it?

Oh, shh. It was probably limescale.

Or rat shit.

Look like rat shit to you, girls.

Somebody's got to stop her if the screws
won't. I mean, say she put something in

our food.

Well, maybe we should doctor her food
first.

I don't know.

I don't feel like doing extra time for
her.

I don't fancy a face full of rice in
either, mate.

You all right, Ash?

You look like shit.

I feel like I've been riced.

I bloody wish you had.

I'm going for a lie down.

I feel like I've been writing, too, you
know.

Shut up, darling.

I didn't even know what it was.

No, I've heard of it.

It's like a poison, not a powder.

A disease or something.

They say that you're in the mail when
you die.

You're still not answering.

You heard me tell him to be here.

Oh, yeah.

I'm in danger again.

Look, is there something wrong?

I would have thought the prison service
would have gone for someone more mature

for the role of deputy.

Especially after the kind of prisoners
we're being forced to take in at the

moment. You mean Al -Tahani? She should
be in Guantanamo Bay, not Lark Hall.

Oh, I will get him myself.

It's daft. I already know Neil Grayling,
and I don't need him to be here in

order to get to know the rest of you.
So, well, Sylvia Hollenby, I've just

I'm sensing you need to come out of your
shell a bit more. Don't hesitate to

speak up now.

Just something to work on.

Mandy Goodhue. I've only been on G -Wing
for about three months. I used to work

at Lintworth.

Hi. Hi.

And you are?

Donny Kimber. I've just been transferred
from D -Wing. Operation said you need

an extra bit of muscle dealing with the
new intake.

Well, lucky Al Jahani.

And lucky us, eh, girls and boys?

Hell of you bit!

Shit!

I

knew

this was coming. He threatened as much
this morning.

Frank, over and out. Well, he hasn't
checked out of the gate, and I don't

he's sulking in the bogs. So he's
slipped out the service exit.

I don't care where he's gone.

He's not coming back.

Sorry to keep you all waiting.

It seems that Neil Grayling has deserted
his post, gone AWOL.

What? You mean he's just walked out with
Mum?

He wouldn't be so stupid.

I'm sure I'm not alone in noting his
lack of commitment since his demotion.

Well, truth be told, Mum.

But if duty calls, I'm sure I can step
into the breach.

Miss Doak will be taking charge of G
-Wing.

That's until Neil turns up, or there's
some other explanation.

There can be no explanation for gross
misconduct.

We have a very sensitive prisoner on G
-Wing, and the eyes of the world

watching. I need everyone pulling their
weight.

Well, if I can help out here, Mum.

Oh, sorry.

This is Donny Kimbridge. She's joined us
from D -Wing. I mean, like, you know,

if you need a volunteer to be Al
Jahani's personal officer.

Now, I've read about all the case in the
paper, so, well, as if nobody else is

up for it.

Good lad.

That's what we need.

Keep her in our sights, keep the rest to
heel.

Right, everyone back to the post.

Ready for unlock.

Not just a pretty face, then, eh?

Louise, where are you going?

To meet and greet the women on my wing.

Well, you can do that later.

Right.

Louise. Lou.

Louise, I know you were a fan of
Grayling and his progressive policies,

reason he's turned tail is he found they
didn't work. If you want to get your

career back on track, I can help you, if
you work with me.

You're the master.

What is the capital of cross?

Oh, you and...

Oh, don't cuss. Oh, don't cuss.

Oh, sure.

Oh, sorry.

Sorry, where did that come from?

Oh, don't, don't, don't.

Don't worry, I'll take that. Don't you
just sit down. Oh, thanks.

A cup of tea and it's a mouthful and
I'll be just fine.

Are you all right? Oh.

Oh, Christ, you haven't gone back to the
snack, have you? Oh, have you?

Ben!

Help! Emergency!

Right, everybody decent?

Yeah. This is Mr Kimber.

Cake, Nabeski, O 'Kane, Wilcox.

Hi.

Hello. My name's Darlene.

Miss, I feel like shit.

Well, get the doctor to come and see
you.

What, is she feeling poorly too?

Carry on with unlock.

Right.

Come on, you lazy girl.

Up you get.

Wilcox?

Wilcox?

Sylvie, I've just come from the Costa
cell. We need to get the doctor. There's

something seriously wrong with Toll.

She's dead.

the hospital.

ASAP. I'll try Mastodon.

Somebody help me. Honey, I'm down.

What do you mean, dead?

Dead. Hang on, Tina. The doctor's
coming.

Jesus Christ.

It is her, isn't it?

Do you know what I think, Joy?

You and me should have dinner.

You know, if we're going to work
together, we really should figure out

of Mavis operandi.

Must be a bit of the progressive in you
somewhere.

You left the army, didn't you?

I still believe in good discipline and
order.

If it doesn't show up, all of this lot
can go in the skip.

Golf One to Quebec, over.

Masterton.

Emergency in G -Wing.

Ashley Wilcox is dead.

The sick women, over.

Quebec to Golf One.

Repeat message, over.

Golf One to Quebec.

It's Al Jahani.

We've notified medics. Over.

Quebec to Gulf One. Slow down and repeat
message. Over.

Gulf One to Quebec.

I repeat, it's Emilio Jahani.

I think it's a chemical attack.

Joy, come here.

I've notified the medical wing, but
nobody's come yet.

Samurai, out.

Walked off the jump, did he?

Radio security.

Put lock hole on. Red alert.

I'll contact the police.

Come in, security.

Security, come in, please.

Jesus.

Hey, hey, hey, wait.

Wait for me.

You're the new XMA, aren't you?

Rowan Dunlop.

You're a joke, Joe Bessie Gardner.

I've only been here a few hours.

Oh, so all this is your fault, then?
Well, I don't know what the bloody hell

is, but Neil Grayling is dead.

Let's see what the doctor says.

Miss Tina?

All right, calm it, everyone.

Doctor, quick, my friend needs
treatment.

I need to know what we're dealing with
before I can treat anyone.

We all know what it is. It's ricin.

It's ricin? I said calm down!

I said calm it.

And who the hell are you, bitch?

I'm Louise Stoke, and I am the new bitch
in charge of this wing.

Well, do you want to tell us what's
going on yet? Because if you don't, it's

going to be a problem.

Yes, all right, all right.

Now, look, I'm not going to bullshit
you. Obviously, we have a very serious

situation here, and we need to contain
it.

Now, I'm going to stay right here with
you, breathing the same air.

I just need you to keep calm and stay
put.

Because if you panic, then nothing is
going to get done. Do you understand me?

I don't want to die.

Don't worry, Tina. It's fine.

I'm going to call the health protection
unit just in case.

And what the blazes is that?

Sylvia, it is not just the girl who's
died. We found Neil Grayling's body in

office. Grayling's dead?

Oh, well done.

Oh, my God.

Where's Al Jahani? On the fridge. I'll
sell six.

Okay, keep the women talking. Try to
stop them whipping themselves into a

frenzy.

Listen up, everyone, please.

Look, it's going to be all right, yeah?

Now, like the boss said, we're all in
this together.

So just quiet and stay calm.

Right.

Amira, I'd like some answers.

I know why you knew.

and dying in the course of duty is not
part of our job description.

If you've got any sense, you'll get out
too.

Oi!

Where are you going?

You bloody cowards!

Hey, hold that gate!

You think you can just leave us in here
with a bloody plague?

Get back here!

Oi! Come back, you bastards!

You're on the glory buff to our large,
are you lot, taking as many of us with

you as you can now. Isn't that right?

That's not what you think. Isn't it?

People have died since you got here. How
the hell do you think that happened?

I don't know what's wrong with everyone,
but I am just as much at risk.

More so, I don't want to die.

I have everything to live for.

You ought to.

Get him!

Get him in there!

Get off me!

You're going to regret this! I took this
from him now! Leave him now! He hasn't

done anything!

Get off of me!

Put him down!

Hold his arm! Get off! I said hold him
down!

No!

Get his keys!

Come on!

You won't mind sharing a scale, then.
What?

It's all right.

They won't get far.

Right, you know the drill. Stay focused.

Health protection unit's going in now.

They will soon know what we're dealing
with.

All right, boys, the SMO's expecting
him. He's got some blood samples.

Meet you inside.

then die in your kennel.

We're back to Golf 4. I'm heading to D
-Wing.

These blood samples for you? Yeah.

All right, stay within the building.
We'll be back in touch.

Good luck.

What's your name?

Pat Kerrigan.

Right, Pat. Looks like you and me are
all Tina's got until reinforcements

arrive. You murdering bitch!

No, I don't think Amira had anything to
do with any of this, unless, of course,

she was planning to murder her unborn
child all along.

That doesn't mean anything.

If she's that devout, she'd want to take
her baby with her. No.

I don't want my baby to die.

Where the hell is everyone?

I can't stay here for much longer!

Is there anyone out there?

Shh, will you please?

No, no, no, look.

Maybe we're just better off waiting here
until security turn up.

We're on dead body.

I don't know, I'm just saying.

You know, there's writing out there.

Maybe we should just stay put.

Okay.

So, if it's not writing off Nicaragua,
what else are we looking at?

We're still not sure.

Come on, you're the expert.

You've got to give me something to go
on. Get a move on.

Do you know, I don't think I can make
it. Oh, yes, you bloody can.

You've got me to help you, haven't you?

Stop!

Yeah, OK.

Thank you.

Where the hell is Masterton?

This girl's deteriorating fast. We need
to get her out of here.

Well, they've just said they're not
letting anyone out until they find out

this is.

What, they're going to just leave us
down here to die?

That is not what I said.

They're still working on blood samples
as fast as they can.

Did they say anything else?

Apart from the two dead that we know
about, there are three officers and five

prisoners, all critical on the other
wings.

Well, it's obviously not a prisoner on G
-Wing that's responsible for this, is

it?

No.

Start it somewhere.

Well, if it's spread to the other wings,
it's highly infectious.

Do we know who died first?

I've Ashley Wilcox or Neil Grayling.

You can... I'll be back in a minute,
yeah?

Don't keep dabbing it. I don't...
Please, don't.

Don't let me die.

Oh, God.

How dare you keep us prisoners?

We want to see a doctor.

Why don't I get the all clear?

This is Detective Inspector Barrow.

I won't chase the people's discourse.

Come on, we're better off out here than
we are in there.

Don't you leave me now, Beverly.

Stay with me. Stay with me.

I've heard a lot about what racing can
do, and this doesn't fit.

I agree.

I thought it was meningitis, but she's
not light sensitive and she doesn't have

a rash.

She's definitely got a fever.

But she seems unusually disorientated.

Rowan, the air conditioning unit in
Grayling's office is broken and dripping

water.

I think I know what it is.

I need to speak to D .I. Barrow.

I can't.

Yes, what?

This is Rowan Dunlop, SMO. I think we've
found the cause.

There's no need to panic.

Speak up. I can't hear.

It's not right then. Repeat.

It's not right then. Not right?

Then what?

I can't.

What is it? I can't hear you.

Check for Legionnaire's disease.

Two seconds.

Oh, please, stop!

No! Oh, please, stop!

Don't shoot!

Your mum's dead, so you can have that on
your conscience now,

you lying little thief.

If you're going out, well, then you're
going to have to help me bring something

back in.

What, you mean drugs?

You're not quite as po -faced as you
make out, are you?

And if ever you want to find out... I've
got a little present for you.

Come on.

There you go.

And this one.

You can see that same time next
Thursday. Next on ITV1, slightly nicer

surroundings, but he's still not happy.
How will Shane be getting on locked up

in the love shack with Sophie?

And seeing as she doesn't even know her
ABCs, will Alicia manage to cast a spell

over any man on Love Island?

Well, on two, a dinner lady goes under
the knife in supersized surgery, and on

three, it's murder in mind.