All language subtitles for Bad.Girls.S01E01

Aah! Aah!

Aah! Aah!

Aah! Aah!

OK, girls, that's it. Time's up.

Come on, don't get stroppy.

Hang up your stuff
and get back to lock-up.

- But we ain't finished yet.
- You cut her off.

l got all my moves l got to practice.

lt's different now
we got our proper cozzies on.

Look, do you want to get me
into deep trouble?

- What, five minutes?
- Shell...

Oh, go on. Please, just for me?

l've already given you an extra twenty.

Well, sod you, then.

Now, come on.
Don't give me a hard time.

You're gonna see it again on Friday.
Now, come on, move.

Oi, Rachel.
l've got a message for you from Shell.

What?

She said she hopes you haven't
forgotten what you promised her.

She'd hate to have to remind you.

- Julies!
- Yeah?

Nice outfits.

Dominic, super dick,
you're the one we love to lick.

Yeah, thanks very much, Julies.

- Did you think we was good, sir?
- Did you?

Yeah, great. Fantastic.

Very professional.

Get you worked up, did we, eh?

- Did we?
- Get off.

See, he's blushing.

Dominic, Superdick,
let us out of this lousy nick.

Right. Come on, come on.

Hurry along.

You've had your fun.

Come on.

Did you enjoy yourself tonight,
Rachel?

- lt was all right.
- Only all right?

l think she's missing
her little baby, Mr. Fenner.

Oh. l didn't know
you had a little baby.

- How old?
- Ten months.

That's why they wouldn't let me
have her in here with me.

- Sad, innit?
- l'm afraid that's the rules, love.

- ls this her?
- Yeah.

- What's her name?
- Maddie.

Yeah, right, Maddie, yeah.

Stop getting at me, will you?
Just leave me alone.

- Are you at it, Denny?
- Me? l was only joking, innit.

Yeah, well, you're obviously
not very funny, are you?

So shut it. l'm warning you.

Right, now straight
to your own rooms and no nonsense.

Some of us have got homes to get to.

Hold on. Just a minute.

What are you doing up here?

l just wanted to check on Carol.
l didn't see her this evening.

You didn't see her
because she didn't want to be seen.

Why?

Because she wanted
a nice peaceful rest--

like you're holding me up from,
so turn around.

- Nikki?
- Carol?

Lorna?

Take this inmate down to G2, please.

But l only want to see her.

So, you'll see her
in the morning, all right?

Now move, or l'm putting you on report.

You'd gas us in our cells
if they told you to, wouldn't you?

Missed your goodnight kiss, did you?
What a shame.

Don't hurt your brain, Dockley.

Nikki?

lf you wanted to see people, Carol,
you should've gone to the rehearsal.

- l want to see the doctor.
- What?

- l'm bleeding.
- Here we go.

No, l'm not right, miss. l know l'm not.

Like you knew last time
you had us fetching him out, is it?

No, l'm honest, miss. l'm telling you.

So, what are you saying?
You need a sanny towel off me?

l need seeing!

- Please, l've got cramps!
- Look, Carol...

Oh, just stop dramatizing
and get in your bed.

Go on.

You can see the doctor
in the morning, if you're serious.

Night, girls!

Night, girls! See you in the morning!

l need the doctor!

ls she all right?

lgnore her.
She's just making herself special.

l'm gonna murder that pint.

My Bobby's doing
his braised meatballs tonight.

Hmm, lucky you.

l am, Lorna.
l've been salivering all day.

You need a treat to look forward to,
these stupid shifts.

l know. They should just give us
sleeping bags. Kip down here.

l need a couple of days sick,
or l flipping will be soon.

Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

Shit.

Come on. That's it.

Wakey, wakey!

Up and out!

Morning, Carol.

Come on, Gloria, let's be having it.

Oh, Jesus.

We need a doctor.

- What?
- l mean, look.

Get those three back in their cell.

- Eh?
- Do it! Quick!

Tango One to Hotel.
Tango One to Hotel.

Do you want some l.D. or something?

Morning, Tina.

Knock, knock. Morning, ma'am.

Please, Jim, l'm not the bloody Queen.

Sorry. Morning, Helen.

Good morning, Jim.
So, how did it go last night?

Rehearsals? Went great.

l think the old man's
going to be knocked out.

You know that he's got
the Minister coming now?

Has he?

We're gonna have more VlPs
out front than Vivienne Westwood.

Yeah? Well, the girls are loving it.

Bit of glamour. lt does them good.

So...

l wanted a word with you
about Rachel Hicks.

- Hicks?
- New Y.O.

First timer, doing thirty months
for intent to supply.

We put her in the dorm.

Yeah. How's she settling in?

Not too good. Worries me.

She's got ''victim'' written all over her.

And if any of the girls reckon
she's still got drug contacts, well...

l think we should try
and keep her out of harm's way...

till we can send her to open.

Well, when l've a spare single,
l'll put her on Enhanced.

We could make her up
to a red band, though, couldn't we?

Let her work for us in the office.

You think she's that stable?

l think she'd be an ordinary kid
on her way to college...

given half the chance.

And so might most of the women
out there.

Yeah? Well, her l'm prepared
to bet my own money on.

Otherwise, l think
she's just going to go under.

OK, go ahead.

Great.

Jim?

Oops.

Sorry.

Let me know how she's getting on.

Of course.

ls she going to be all right?

Go and get me two cleaners up.

- Huh?
- From the kitchen. Quick.

Aren't we going
to let the others out first?

Look, why do you think...

l've got these pips
on my shoulders, Dominic?

To be cheeked by you?

All right.

What's keeping the Threes?

- Hiya.
- l need the two Julies.

- ls something up?
- Yeah, my breakfast.

Eh?

Egg and sausage, please.

You spoke to your friends yet
about what l asked you?

l can't get in touch with them.

Can't you?

- Double for you, eh, Den?
- Ta, Shell.

lf she wants her serving,
she'll have to earn it, won't she?

Do you want some real butter?

You'll keep our breakfasts for us,
won't you, miss?

They're in the hot plate.

- Do we have to do this?
- Where are we going anyway?

- Up on the Threes.
- The lights are off.

No, come on.

l'm starving.

What's happened to the Threes?

Nothing. They're just held up.
They'll be on down soon.

Why, what's keeping them?

Now, why have l got to tell you?

Look, l've said, you'll be out
as soon as we're ready for you!

Right, you two, get in here!

Oh, my God Almighty.

Never mind comments.

- Here, where's Carol?
- What's happened?

Just get on and clean it up.

Julies, what's going on?

Oh, Nikki,
something's happened to Carol!

- What?
- lt's horrible!

- Get in!
- lt's Carol!

- Oi!
- Don't leave us in here!

Carol!

l'm sorry, ma'am.

l've had a lot of strain on me lately,
all these back to backs.

Sylvia, a woman miscarried...

and nearly bled to death
in her cell last night.

Now, thanks to you
involving the cleaners...

most of G wing will have heard
the worst of it now.

So, l need to know from you
exactly how it happened.

Well, it must've just happened
out of the blue, ma'am.

l mean, l'm shocked.

'Cause there wasn't anything
wrong with her at lock-up.

- Really?
- There wasn't.

Well...

apart from she said she was tired.

But nothing else, or l'd have told
the night patrol, wouldn't l?

Even though she asked to see the MO?

Ha ha. Well, if every time
they ask you that...

Especially her.
She's always on the bells.

Carol's got a bit of a bad rep
for time-wasting.

You'd have them all wanting
special treatment, then, wouldn't you?

l've just come back
from talking to Carol in hospital.

She insisted to me
that she told you she was bleeding.

No, she never.

Bleeding? She didn't tell me that.

She just said
she wanted to see the doctor.

Did she tell the night patrol
she was bleeding?

He said that she didn't respond
to his goodnight.

He thought she was sleeping,
so he didn't disturb her.

Whereas now we can presume that
she was barely conscious at that point.

Had Senior Officer Hollamby
taken the trouble then--

Yeah, but if she didn't think
there was any reason to...

Well, l didn't, ma'am.
l just thought she was doing her usual.

So, this is all her own fault, is it?

Well?

Helen, it's just a tragic set
of circumstances.

l'm going to have to speak
to the women.

l want you to call a wing meeting
as soon as possible, please.

Look, l really think...

Well, don't you think
that we should just sit tight...

till feelings die down a bit, eh?

No, l don't.

l think we should be seen to care
right now.

Not even a cup of tea.

You did fine. Don't worry.

All l'm doing is telling the truth.

lt's all you can.

She could come
a bit less of the po-faced.

What do you expect?

Typical graduate type,
trying to prove herself, isn't she?

Well, l'd just like to know
whose side she thinks she's on.

'Cause sounds like a bit too much
of the prisoners' friend, if you ask me.

Yeah, well,
let's see what she has to say to them.

Best leave off the ''ma'am''
in future, though.

She doesn't appreciate it.

Doesn't mind playing it, though,
does she?

Marlins! Gates--sloppy.

- How'd it go, Boss?
- No big sweat. We're in the clear.

But she wants the whole unit assembled
for a wing meeting now.

- What, right now?
- That's what she said.

So, you better go and help Sylvia unlock.

OK.

She's, uh...
l think she's in the loo.

l wanted to ask you what
arrangements you've got made...

for this little girl of yours.

Just my mum.

What about Maddie's dad?
lsn't he on the scene?

- He's dead.
- He's dead?

He O.D.'d just after she was born.

Oh, l'm sorry, love.

That's why we had to go
and live with me mum again.

l didn't want to. She's fed up with us.

She keeps saying
l should give Maddie up for fostering.

Oh, no, no.

That's why l just don't understand
why l got sent to prison, Mr. Fenner.

'Cause my brief, he told the judge
l had the kid to look after...

but it was like that made him want
to come down even tougher on me.

Afraid you're not the first
that's happened to, love.

Especially if you're up
on a drugs charge.

But l was only holding three Es.
What's that?

Except now there's people in here think
l can get them any drugs they want.

Yeah, and l bet l can tell you
who they are, too.

Any problems you come to me.

'Cause from now on, l'm going
to keep a very special eye on you.

And that's a promise, OK?

OK. Come on, then.

Helen Stewart.

- Hi, sexy.
- Hello. Where are you?

l'm in the middle
of Susannah Price's sunken patio...

with no equipment.

- What?
- l'm in your kitchen.

Sorry, our kitchen.

Have you got anything as technical
as a pencil sharpener anywhere?

A pencil sharpener?

Yeah, or a sharp blade?
Save me a trek down the road?

Sean, l've got a mini crisis on here.
l was just out the door.

OK, fine. l'll trek.

Well, unless there's one
in the crap drawer.

The which?

On the end, under the mugs.
That's all l can think.

Sorry, Hel,
what did you call this drawer?

The crap drawer, where l keep all the--

Oh, sod you, Sean.

We just feel so terrible we didn't know.

Terrible.

We never heard her yell out, did we?

No, but we did hear her tell Bodybag
she wanted to see the doctor.

- Yeah.
- But then she went quiet.

So we just assumed.

Well, then we put in our earplugs.

And if you love him

Oh, be proud of him

Right, girls, leave this.
You're called to a wing meeting.

Eh?

Miss Stewart wants to speak to you all.

- What about?
- Just get along, and you'll find out.

Hop it, Dawn. Go on.

Come to the office after suppers, OK?

Hollamby must've seen
how weak she was.

- Must've.
- Must've.

Listen, if that shit parcel
isn't nicked for this...

l'm going to take it to the top.

'Cause they're not sitting
on this one, no way.

- Oh, me and Julie's already decided.
- That's it.

We're calling all us kitchen women...

- out on strike.
- Out on strike.

We got to say something, haven't we?

- We'll talk about it after.
- We'll talk about it after.

OK, let's have some quiet, please!

Quiet for Miss Stewart!

Come on, quiet!

Thank you.

Now, l'm sure you all know
that last night...

Carol Byatt
suffered a miscarriage in her room...

which was not discovered
until first unlock.

Now, l know you must all be
feeling very upset about this.

l can assure you that l am, too,
and so are my officers.

Now, l personally went to see Carol...

in hospital this morning,
and l'm glad to say...

that she'll soon be well enough
to be back here with us.

Now, l also spoke to her
about what happened...

and l promised her...

that l would conduct
a thorough investigation...

into why and how
she was left unattended.

Now, l have since interviewed
all the officers concerned...

but l have to conclude
that what happened here...

was a tragic set of circumstances.

A what?

She nearly bled to death!
You should all be sacked!

l'm sorry...

but as far as l can conclude...

there are no grounds
for disciplinary action.

Bloody hope not.

l promise you, l'm going to make
changes to procedure...

so that no more accidents like this
can ever happen here again.

What do you mean, accident?
That wasn't an accident.

She was calling for a doctor!

- We heard her!
- And so did that cow there!

So, how come she didn't lift a finger?

Will you please, everyone...

Come on, quieten down, please!

Quiet!

Thank you.

No, let me say it for her.

Well, what she's telling us...

is that we're none of us safe
in here, isn't she?

That's right!

'Cause even if we're bleeding
to death, we don't get believed.

Well, l'm telling her, from us...

you lot can't run this prison
unless we help you.

- That's right.
- Yeah.

And if we don't get respect
from your screws...

then don't think
we're going to make you look good...

in front of your VlP visitors,
'cause we're not.

So, you can shove your stupid
fashion show up your arse.

- Yeah!
- Yeah!

Fine.

Consider it canceled.

This wing will not be taking part.

You are on Rule Forty-three.

Lock them up.

That's not--that's not right.

Helen?

Helen, please,
can we just talk about this?

Look, one thing
you'd better learn about me, Jim.

When l make a decision, l stick to it.

But taking them
out of the fashion show....

you'll just have them
kicking off even more.

Do you think
l believe all that shit from Sylvia?

l had to face a near riot out there
because of what she let happen...

so don't blame me
for coming down heavy.

- Shel, don't blame me.
- Well, what the...

Look, you kitchen women
will be back to work soon.

Sod that. l'm saying
what about the fashion show?

Look, Shell--

l've slaved for weeks on my cozzie.
l want to wear it.

Look, you know if there's
any way l can fix things up--

Yeah, well, you just better...

or else.

Shut it!

The sooner you calm down,
the sooner you'll get out.

Who says?

Let us out!

Let us out!

Let us out!

Oi! What you done to Nikki Wade?

Oi!

Get off me, you moron!

- Put her in the strips.
- You what?

That'll give you
something to moan about.

You vicious old bitch.
l'll bloody--aah!

Get her clothes off.

Helen Stewart?

Miss Stewart,
l've got the Number One for you.

- Right, fine.
- Putting him through.

- Helen.
- Simon.

Can you pop up for five minutes?

Need to have a chat with you
about the fashion show arrangements.

Sure. On my way.

Your name won't be mentioned.

Thank you, sir.

Key-happy bastards!

Give us a burn, you.

Haven't got any.

- Don't bloody lie to me.
- All right, l'll get them.

Give us the packet.

l've only got two.

Well, now you got none.

And you'd better soon
get us some blow brung in...

or you've had it.

Oi!

Come on, shift yourself.

Are you letting us out, miss?

No, l'm letting myself in.

Rachel, up sticks, my love.
You got work to do.

Yes, miss.

Eh? Why just her?

That's the way it is, Denny, my pal.

So, l didn't see
that l had any alternative.

l hardly think you'd thank me...

if they started kicking off
in front of your VlPs.

Why do you think they would?

Because they're angry.
And l don't blame them, frankly.

Helen, there is no way G Wing
can be absent from this event.

l mean, cast your eye--

the Board of Visitors...

two women MPs, the campaigners.

How do l explain to them
l've got a whole wing banged up?

Yes, but what l'm saying is--

Yeah, l hear what you're saying, Helen.

And l know when you make a decision
you like to stick to it.

But l'm asking you to think again
and solve the problem.

Because l assure you,
there's more at stake here...

than your personal pride.

Of course.

Well, l'm happy.

Save us a load of bother.

Oh, come on, Sylvia. The girls
have worked hard on that fashion show.

They're gutted.

l mean, what else could the guvnor do?

At least she tried to be open about it.

What the governor needs, Dominic,
is a bit more jailcraft.

Quite.

And what l need is a cuppa.

Where's that Lorna
with our new tea girl?

Helen.

Who's least busy?

Sylvia.

Well, um, actually,
l was just doing this report, ma'am.

lt's probably me.

l'm afraid
it's gender-sensitive, Dominic.

Sylvia, l need two to wash on the Ones,
if you could go and help Colette.

We've got someone out front...

with a particularly difficult
hygiene problem.

One of our regular
old shoplifters, apparently.

Not Smelly Nellie Snape.

l thought you would know her.

Anyway,
once you've got her stripped off...

if you could check her top and tail
for parasites.

Pardon?

Well, they won't have given her
more than a quick twirl out front.

We certainly don't want
an infestation, do we?

OK?

Yes, ma'am.

Right, then.

Right.

Good luck, Sylvia.

So, you thought you'd go
over my head, did you, Jim?

Sorry?

Man to man,
the way the Prison Service loves best.

l don't know what you mean, Helen.

Dominic, haven't you got
something else to do?

Yeah. Sorry.

Look , l know that
you've got a problem with me, Jim.

- Problem?
- lt's things l can't do anything about.

My age, my background,
the fact that l'm a woman.

Look, l just want to come into work
and get on with it.

And l don't expect you
to agree with me on everything.

But if you've got a problem
with a decision that l've made...

then tell me to my face.

That way, l can trust you.

Don't go sneaking behind my back.

Well, say something, for God's sake.

l did tell you what l thought
about your decision, Helen.

Both before you called the meeting
and after it blew up in your face.

But...

you weren't interested.

And l still haven't heard you
admit that you made a mistake.

Maybe we could meet and discuss it
over a drink sometime, hmm?

Bastard.

Window the in doggie that is much how

Tail waggely the...

Oh, come on, Jule. Cheer up, eh?

l just hate this place.

- lt's just bloody rubbish.
- l know.

But maybe poor Carol
would've lost her baby anyway...

if there was something wrong with it.

l just keep thinking
about my own kiddies...

stuck out there in America
with him and his slag.

Oh, Petal.

l mean, if there was
something wrong with them...

l wouldn't even know, would l?

Don't say that.

You promised me
you'd stay hopeful, didn't you?

l just sometimes...

Oh, shh, shh, shh, ssh.

Now, come on. Come on, eh?

Come on.

You don't have to say ''l''
anymore, do you?

Because who are we, eh?

We're the two Julies.

And who can come between us?

Nobody and nothing never.

And we are going to get out
of this bloody rubbish place...

and we're going to go to America...

and we're going to find your kiddies...

and we're going to bring them
home, right?

- Right.
- Right.

Now get a sheet. Start ripping.

Eh?

We're going to make a bag up for Nikki,
swing it to Dawn.

Come on, girl.

OK.

Ooh, these should be buried
in a flipping lead-lined box...

not bagged.

And you should be ashamed
of yourself, you...

a woman of your background.

Not if it keeps stinkers like you
at bay, shitface.

Right, that's it.

l'm definitely off till Monday.

You're supposed to bloody knock.

Oh, sorry.

l just wanted you to know that
you're going to get to wear your dress.

What do you mean?

Just trust me, Shell.
And don't forget our date.

Come on.

...the in doggie that is much how

Tail waggely...

Got it.

Are you decent?

- Just a second.
- Just a second.

Come on, hurry up.

- We're decent.
- We're decent.

Right, come on. Out you come.

We're not going to work anymore,
Mr. Fenner.

We're on strike.

You're what?

- We're on strike.
- You're on strike?

'Cause we think it's bloody shameful
about what happened to poor Carol.

Poor Carol.

And it's not fair that it's us
who's getting punished for it...

by getting pulled out the fashion show.

Well, like it's our fault
for getting worked up about it.

Yeah.

'Cause how are we bloody well
supposed to react, eh?

Just go,
''Whoops. Oh, dear, what a shame.

She's just lost her baby.''

Fair enough. You're right.

- Eh?
- Eh?

l totally agree with you.
None of it should've happened.

But you two going on strike,
you're not going to improve anything.

Are you going to bring back
Carol's baby?

l don't think so.

All you're going to do
is cause more pain and suffering.

- Well, how's that?
- Yeah, how's that?

To yourselves and to me.

'Cause the last thing
in the world l want to do...

is to have to get tough with you.

You'll leave me no choice.
l'll have to put you on report.

You'll lose remission,
you'll lose your visits--

all your privileges, your jobs--
for what?

Bugger all, l can see.

So, if l was girls,
l'd have another little think...

and go and get
margarining those loaves.

Bloody rubbish, this place.

Bloody rubbish.

Not wearing your dress, then?

Just glad you won't be
wearing yours, Dockley.

Yeah, well, l will now, see,
'cause it's all back on again.

- What?
- The fashion show...

'cause l fixed it, didn't l?

Yeah, in your dreams.

No, for real.

She don't want no supper.

There's your bed.
Get it made up and into it.

Who am l in with?

Remember the two Julies?

Oh, no, not those nutters.

l'm sure they'll be thrilled
to see you, too.

No, wait, you can't--

- Hiya.
- Hi, baby.

- Let's get pissed tonight.
- Mmm.

So, your mini crisis went maxi, did it?

Sodding mafia. l think l played
right into their hands.

Just give me half an hour,
and l'll be all yours, sweetheart.

Half an hour?

l've just got to finish an estimate.

l hate it
when you bring your work home.

Excuse me?

Well, what's the point
of being freelance...

if you can't set your own hours?

God, you sulky bitch.

You need a damn good thrashing...

that's what you need.

- Mmm.
- Mm-hmm.

Oh, come on, Nellie.

You going to sit on that bog
all night?

l've got a very fussy stomach.
l can't help it.

You could help some of your
horrible habits, though, couldn't you?

- Yeah, couldn't you just?
- Like not washing.

- Like picking your nose out.
- Oh, couldn't you?

Well, l don't want to.

l'm a rebel.

Oh, well.
lt's only a sodding job. Who cares?

l want a job like yours--

autonomous...

low stress...

high satisfaction.

You'd miss the people contact.

Oh, no, l wouldn't.

l'd rather plant contact any day.

Bollocks.
You couldn't even be bothered...

to water your window boxes
before l moved in here.

You're so lucky.

You've got that fantastic feeling
every day...

of doing something really well
that you totally believe in.

l don't have that every day.

- Yeah, you practically do.
- Mm-mmm.

Why can't l have that?

Susannah Price
asked me what you did today.

Who?

My pain-in-the-arse patio woman.

Well, l hope you lied.

l told her.

She said, ''How very sexy.''

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

Then she asked me
if you'd ever met Myra Hindley.

Oh, God.

So, l told her straight,
''You ignorant tosser.

ls that all you think
women's prisons are about?''

Do you fancy a shag?

Nah.

Nah?

Mm-mmm.

Told you l'd fix things for you,
didn't l, darling?

Yeah, but how?

Oh, just one word from me
to the Lord above.

So, why haven't we been told
it's back on again?

'Cause Stewart's pissed off, that's all.

So, keep your trap shut
until she gives it out.

Yeah, you just wait and see
what l give out...

once l'm in that dress.

Shit. l booked the van
in for an MOT tomorrow.

Can you give me a lift on after?

- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah?

- Night, night.
- Good night.

This is going to happen
every bloody time...

anything l do they don't like.

Helen.

We'll talk about it in the morning.

Honestly, Hel...

l really don't think
it's worth going to the wall for.

So, you think l mishandled it
all in the first place?

Well, maybe, yeah.

Well, you always said the Prison
Service was like Jurassic Park.

Yeah.

Come on, hey?

l'll call you lunchtime, OK?

And watch the traffic.

Hello, Rachel.

How you doing?

OK, thanks.

He's done you a big favor giving you
this job, hasn't he, Mr. Fenner?

Yeah, he's been really nice.

Yeah. Yeah, same with me.

'Cause it's pretty scary for us and all...

first time
you come into a women's prison.

You hardly get any training for it.

Talk of the devil.

Got any tea going, Rachel?

Yes, sir.

Nellie Snape
must have a fancy barrister.

She's up at Marylebone
this afternoon.

Well, it'll be a miracle
if she gets off with a fine this time.

- But let's hope, eh?
- Yeah.

Just going to get this to probation.

Well, you better stop chatting
and hop it, then, eh?

Ah, lovely.

- You put the sugars in?
- Yeah.

That's my girl.

Ah. Perfect.

So, how's it going, then, eh, Rachel?

Are they leaving you alone now?

Hey, come on.
Don't be afraid to talk.

l'm sorry.

What is it, Rachel?

Has Denny Blood
been threatening you again?

Please, Mr. Fenner.

Please don't make me go back
to that dorm tonight.

- l'm scared.
- Now, come on.

l promised to look after you,
didn't l, hmm?

Please...

Look, l'll sort something out, OK?

So, don't worry, OK?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

l'm sorry. l didn't mean to.

OK.

l know you didn't. Just calm down.

Just calm down.

That's better.

What the hell is she doing in strips?

Well, go and get clothes here
immediately!

Yes, ma'am.

l'm sorry.
This should not have happened.

Happens all the time, didn't you know?

Well, it won't in future.

Why, are you going to let us lot out,
and l'll lock up your screws instead?

Look...

Nikki...

l intend to make a lot of changes here,
but l need cooperation.

Cooperation?

You're right.

l can't run things here without your help.

Listen, darling...

l don't even know how people
like you can sleep at night...

if you believe in a system
that locks up pregnant women.

Well, you're just going
to have to trust me.

l don't.

l mean, l'll obviously cop a plea.

Just have to pile on the agony...

and hope the mag has got a soft spot.

Funny thing is, though...

l didn't think l had nicked anything
in the kitchenware department.

Right, Nellie,
we've got a deal to put to you.

Straight up, take it or leave it.

l just want to go home.

Good, 'cause
we want to help you to go home.

Can't wait to see you
in that dress again, Shell.

Bit of lace round the neck?

lt's up to you.

Either we both climb down together...

and make something positive
out of this...

Or?

Or we all lose out
to the old boys' network.

Rachel...

after you've finished your food,
go and get your stuff packed.

You're moving up to the threes.

- What?
- Room of your own.

We've got a girl shipping out.

Oh, thanks, Mr. Fenner.

There's Julies.

What's she doing out of seg already?

Carol.

Oh, blimey. We've been
thinking about you so much.

Aye. We'll look after you, love.

Miss Stewart said
l'm being put in with you tonight.

- Yeah?
- Do you mind?

Are you daft?

OK, can you give me a minute,
please?

l've got an important
announcement to make.

- Thank you.
- Shut up.

This unit is back
in the fashion show tomorrow.

'Cause seeing as
l helped get it canceled...

l personally guaranteed
to Miss Stewart...

that if they let us back in,
G Wing would give it our best.

Yeah?

So, if that's OK with you babes...

go out and strut your stuff, right?

The canny bitch.

lt'll be you they'll be clapping
tomorrow night, Shell.

Too right.

Oi, you two...

l hope you kept my dress nice.

- Eh?
- My cozzie.

You better have looked after it.

Oh, yeah.

lt was looking lovely
last time we saw it.

Weren't it, Jule?

Yeah. Lovely.

Good-bye, girls.

Wish me luck.

That's my dress.

You look like a winner to me,
Nellie, my love.

My dress!

The women really appreciate
you coming, you know.

They have a good time
when they get visitors from outside.

So, thanks very much again.

Thank you. Thank you very much.
Nice to see you again.

Nikki...

listen, l just wanted to thank you
again for helping me out.

Don't think
l did anything for you, miss.

Oi, Rachel.

lt's me, your new next door neighbor.

l just wanted you to know, right...

that's it's really made my day
you moving up on here.

And l mean that, right?

'Cause deep down...

l've got a great, big soft spot
for you, Rachel.

l bloody love you, Ted!

l bloody love you, too, Janie.

Love you, Nikki.

Carol, you're gorgeous!

l'm gonna get you, Lil.

Good night, Vicki.
Dream of me, will you?

Love you, Cathy.