All language subtitles for Bad.Girls.S01E02

OK, girls. Out you come.

You know which way to go.

Come on, missis.

- Get off me.
- Move it, then.

All right.

Take a seat there, my love.

Right, what we got?

Ah, the return of Bonnie and Clyde.

l see they're happy.
lt's karaoke tonight...

so don't give me no aggro...

and l'll get you through on time,
all right?

Could do with a break in here meself.

- Who's our new body?
- No rent, three meals a day, karaoke.

Has she got no property on her?

Her? Nah. Just her handbag.

Didn't your brief tell you
to pack a suitcase, love?

Um...

Not to worry.

We'll kit you out with stuff
from the WVS cupboard...

till you get your own stuff sent in.

Sorry?

Well, you can't wear that suit
for the next five years, now, can you?

Cheers, Dawn.

Are you going to the karaoke tonight?

No. Who wants to see Dockley
singing her tits off?

l'll make the most of the phone
with no queue.

- Corned beef or pizza?
- She's vegan. l'll do hers.

l want pizza.

Pizza's got cheese on it.
You can't have that.

- But l'm not a vegan.
- lt says on my sheet you are.

l can't eat that.

What are you playing at now, Dockley?

Oh.

Have l got the wrong name down?

Oh, l have and all.
What am l like? l don't know.

No wonder you were so upset.

Next.

Rachel...

listen, if you want to help yourself...

just make sure
you don't get too friendly...

with that bastard screwdriver
Fenner, all right?

l don't know what you mean.

l mean Dockley's doing life...

for what she did to a girl
she got jealous of.

So, just be smart.
Don't give her any cause, yeah?

Oh, and before you go...

l've received
an anonymous complaint...

from one of the women
about drugs testing.

l think we should talk about it.

We've obviously got some changes
to make here.

Basically, what she's saying...

is that we deliberately select women
who'll test negative every month...

so that we can save ourselves
paperwork...

and avoid looking bad
at the Home Office.

So, before she writes to her MP--

Well, excuse me.

Well, l think it's us women officers
should be complaining about urine tests.

l mean, it's all right
for the men's prisons.

They're always showing themselves
to each other.

But l don't want to watch women
going to the toilet.

And what's wrong with keeping
the drugs figures down, Helen?

Every other prison's at it.

Are you trying to be funny, Jim?

Oh, come on, let's keep
a sense of perspective here.

Are we really going to get
our knickers in a twist...

over one anonymous letter?

l've checked the records.

There are several names
that crop up negative every month.

l can't believe that
that's random selection.

lt's hard to prove if it is or if it isn't.

Well, l want it clear from now on...

that the only people
that you will specifically target...

for a hard time are suspected users.

OK?

Well, fine,
but l think that you will find--

Good, because no matter
what we think of the methods...

the whole point
is to detect drugs abuse...

not to bloody well deliberately dodge it.

Yeah, but don't kid yourself, Helen.

These junkie girls
are a lot cleverer than you think.

Well, you know...

drugs-free piss is a saleable item now.

And how do we know
if they haven't got...

a little bottle of it
tucked up inside them?

Can't watch where it comes out of,
can we?

So, what is your point, Jim?

Are you saying that we might as well
just give up on them?

No, l'm just being honest, that's all.

Prison makes them feel bad,
drugs make them feel good.

They'll get hold of them
no matter what we do.

Well, they wouldn't if we were serious.

lf we want to stop it, it's simple.

- Hundred percent closed visits.
- Oh...

Now, you can moan, Jim, but that's
how most of the drugs get in here--

off their outside visitors.

lf we stopped them
kissing and cuddling...

they wouldn't be able
to pass the stuff, would they?

But hang on, Sylvia.
Think about them poor kids.

And the girls who don't do drugs.
Why should they all have to suffer?

Because suffer they must.

Well, suffer they're not going to, Sylvia.

We are going to reach out
to women like this...

and bloody well show them
that we're on their side.

Right, Monica,
you can keep this little lot here...

and sign for the rest here and here.

You'll be fed up of your signature
by the time we're finished with you.

Can't l keep my compact?

Sorry, my love. Not with a mirror in it.

Why, do you think l'm going
to smash it and stab somebody?

Or somebody else might,
so we can't take the risk now, can we?

Right.

l want you to take that into there...

pop all your clothes in a little pile--
all except your panties.

Then when you're done...

l'll take you out
to wait for your medical.

Well, l haven't got time to go round
sticking up stupid posters.

Oh, just give them to Dominic.

And watch who you pull
for a piss test in future.

l've got to chase up an appointment
with Health Care.

l'll catch you later.

Right.

Take a seat there till you're called.

Hasn't a nurse
come and got you yet?

l'll give them another call.

Tea time soon, girls.
Trolley's just come down.

Got a pen on you?

Sorry?

Thing to write with?

Oh.

Yes, l think...

Yeah.

Ta.

- Nice pen.
- Thank you.

Sit here if you like.

What's your name?

Um, Monica.

Oh, Monica.

That's interesting. l'm Zandra.

Zandra?

Monica and Zandra.

Well, l'll say interesting.

What would be really interesting
is if it didn't take...

half a day to go through
this boring bollocks!

See, they only drag it all out
to wind us up, innit?

lt's like wearing these stupid things.

l need a phone.

l was hoping you'd come.

l--l can't stay.

What's the matter?

Sit down a mo.

Why are you being so different?

Because...

Because l feel bad.

Why?

Because what happened
between us...

l was out of order, Rachel.

l took advantage of you.

- But l wanted it.
- No, you didn't.

You just wanted someone
to be nice to you.

l don't understand.

Rachel, l'm not like this.

l've always had a cast iron rule...

never to even flirt
with any of the girls in here.

l'm a married man, for Christ's sake.

Look, anyway...

it can't happen again between us.

And you've got to forget it ever did.

l'm sorry.

No, please, wait. This isn't
what you really want to tell me, is it?

You're making this so hard for me.

- l love you.
- No, you don't.

l do.
You know what l feel for you.

This is what you really want, is it?

Yeah.

So, what are you in here for,
then, Monica?

You one of them part-time
animal protesters?

No, l--l...

There was a mistake.
l shouldn't be here.

We're all innocent, Monica.

l mean, what did they do you for?

Everybody stay seated where you are.

Excuse me, please.

ls there a telephone
l can use, please?

l need to make arrangements
for my son.

Hang on, l know you.

You're that fraud woman, aren't you?

ln the papers.
Ooh, what's your name?

- l'm Monica Lindsay.
- That's it.

Please, l have to get to a phone.

You'll be told when you can make
your reception telephone call.

No, you don't understand.
l need to make it now.

Look, you don't get special treatment
for talking posh in here, you know.

Just sit down and wait your turn.

Right, who's next?

Skinner?

This way.

And it's ''miss'' or Mrs. Hollamby
when you speak to me in future.

And it's ''Old Bodybag''
when she's out of the room.

Ooh, look, Dawn, new wallpaper.

Take it seriously, because
Miss Stewart's on the warpath.

Yeah? Well, good for her...

'cause them junkie girls
can make our lives a misery.

No kidding.

Well, if you know who they are, Michelle,
don't be afraid to name names.

Why, is it all confidential, then?

Yeah. You can write direct to the DST--

the Dedicated Search Team.

Not even us officers will know.

Right.

Oh, Nikki...

l wanted to talk to you
about Carol Byatt.

Did you, miss?

l didn't have her shipped out.
lt went over my head.

And if you think it was to stop her
suing us for negligence...

then l'm absolutely sure you're right.

Well, great.

Even more amazing to me
you can stick your job, miss.

So, you still don't think
l can do any good, then?

No, l think you do
a really great poster.

Very eye-catching.
Totally pointless, but...

What, you think it's pointless
to protect your civil liberties, do you?

My what?

Because that is
what l'm trying to do here, Nikki...

for all of you non-drugs users.

Huh?

Because l'm sick of
what you have to put up with...

and your visitors.

All because we don't target
the real abusers...

and get them on some treatment.

Are you trying to wind me up?

You're not telling me
that you take drugs, are you?

No.

l'm not telling you anything.

ln you come.

Got a celebrity here.

Remember that what's-his-name...

swindled all that money
and then shot off to South America?

She's the woman who helped him.

l said to my Bobby,
l knew she'd have to be guilty.

Right, then, Monica.

Strip search,
then fingerprints and photo.

Put your things on there,
so Mr. Ticer can look through them...

and you get behind there
and slip your dressing gown off.

Why? What?

l'll look at your top half first.

Then you can have
your bra back on...

for when l check out
your panties and your bottom half.

What? Check for what? Why?

See the attitude?

As if it's the highlight of my day
to peer up women's smelly bottoms.

Look, Monica,
we're not allowed to touch you...

but if you don't want to cooperate,
you can be forced.

- So...
- Get away from me.

This is unbelievable.

Look, we're only trying to do our job.

What the bloody hell do you think
l've got concealed in my underwear?

Could be money, drugs, weapons.

Don't be ridiculous.
Of course l haven't.

Then you shouldn't mind us
having a look, should you?

l want to speak to your superior.

l want to speak to your superior
right now, do you hear me?

OK, help me to get hold of her.

Don't you dare come near me!
Don't you dare!

Oh, leave it out. Just give
the sad old cow a flash, Monica.

No!

Oh, get your hands off me. Oh!

Getting off on that, are you?

Not coming to the karaoke, Rachel?

No, l'm not.

Aw, don't tell me you're
too scared to come out of your cell.

Rachel...

let me give you some advice.

You're just gonna have to learn
to stick up for yourself.

'Cause, otherwise, let's face it...

your life's not going to be
worth living, is it?

ln fact,
l tell you what you should do, right?

You should write a letter of complaint
to the swoop squad.

Pardon?

Tell 'em, Rachel.

Tell 'em you're being bullied
to bring drugs in.

Name names.

Go on, get your writing paper out.

But...

What's the matter?

Why would you want me to name you?

Eh? Don't be stupid, Rachel.

l didn't say name me, did l?

Now get writing.
l'll tell you who to name.

Can l just go to the toilet, miss?

l've got a bad tummy.

Telephone. Card.

One call only.

How do l...

Just dial the number.

Ah.

Thank you, miss.

Thank you, miss.

- Hello?
- Oh, Joan, it's Monica.

Monica!

l'm phoning from the prison.
l have to be quick.

- Did my solicitor manage to--
- Yes, yes.

And we phoned Hillgrove...

and we're going to pick him up
after the concert...

- and bring him back here.
- Sorry, l can't hear.

l said we phoned Hillgrove.

We're picking him up
and bringing him to stay with us.

Thank you, Joan. l'm so sorry.

Don't worry. We're glad to help out.

Only, you know we're leaving on--

lf l can just ask you
to cope with him this weekend...

and then l'll phone Hillgrove
and make some arrangements.

But what do you want us
to tell him, Monica?

Where do we say you are?

Monica?

Miss, you don't know what wing
Denny Blood's on, do you?

Right, it's Okey karaoke.

Let's move on out.

Hooray! All right!

Did my little mule come through?

Easy, innit?

Yay.

Oh, they're beautiful.

They will be on you, Shell.

Hi. This is Trish.

Leave a message,
and l'll get back to you.

Thanks.

Hi, babes. lt's me.

Pick up the phone and talk to me.

Pick up the phone, darling, come on.
You said you'd be there.

Get off the loo
or whatever you're doing.

This is Monica, everyone.
There's your bed there, my love.

And her wardrobe?

And there's your wardrobe.
Normally, what would happen, see...

you'd be moved
straight to a wing tomorrow...

but coming in on a Friday...

Can l make another phone call
tomorrow?

lf you pester for it.

Right, girls. Don't do anything
me and the Queen wouldn't do.

See you Monday. Good night.

Got to shut it all out now, Monica.

Go into yourself.

Stay safe.

Knock, knock.

Hello, dreamboat.
What can we do for you, then?

Do you want a dancing lesson?

l'll bet you've got
a lovely wiggle, ain't you?

Do you want these?

- Oh, letters.
- Letters.

Could you...

Do anything for you, sexpot.

Anything.

Thank you.

So, what you got for us, then?

Just the one.

And it's only been opened
for checking, not read.

- ls it from David?
- Yeah.

You wouldn't think l was old enough
to have a son of fifteen, would you, eh?

No.

Bit slow off the mark there,
weren't he, Jule?

- A bit slow.
- Mmm.

Here, here's my David, here,
in his school uniform.

Blimey. What school is that?

- Auldborough College, love.
- Auldborough College.

- You impressed?
- Yeah.

That must cost you a bit though,
didn't it?

Well, we can earn it
when we're not stuck in here.

- Can't we?
- Can't we?

Right.

Better get on.

Go on. Let's read it.

Oh, hang about.

Right.

''Dear Mum and Auntie Julie...

''Panic over.

''Harry's fixed it with his parents...

''to take me with them to France...

- France?
- ''for the whole vac.

So, l won't have to fend for meself
in your temporary absence.''

- Well, that's fab.
- Yeah.

''But they want you to phone them
to say that you approve.''

You what?

What's he talking about?

l can't phone his friend's parents.

Friend's parents. Why not?

Why not?

'Cause l'm supposed to sound
like l'm as posh as them, ain't l?

Not cor blimey common
from Clapham Park.

Morning, girls. Wakey, wakey.

Oh, is that your toilet blocked up?

Did she work that out by herself?

Well, it's a good job you're moving out,
so come on. Chip chop.

Fold your blankets up
and keep your sheets...

and your pillowcases
with your personal belongings.

Then l'll come
and allocate you to your units.

l want to make another phone call.

l had this punter once--an actor.

He was in Emmerdale.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

He said if you popped a button
in your mouth...

made you talk posh.

Try it, Jules.
Come on, you got to do something.

Go on, then.

OK, it's ringing.

Ring, ring. Ring, ring.

Ring, ring. Ring, ring.

Posh, ''Hello?''

Hello?

ls that Mrs. Collingham-Reid?

Posh, ''Yes, speaking.''

Hello, Mrs. Collingham-Reid.

This...

is Mrs. Saunders.

David Saunders' mother.

Right, these are
the names of the people...

that will be coming with me to G Wing.

The rest of you will be going
with Senior Officer Hollamby...

to H Wing. OK.

Skinner...

Lindsay, Meeson...

Plackett.

No, l can't, miss.

- You can't what?
- l can't go on G Wing, miss.

There's people there
that's out to get me.

Please let me swap, miss.
l want to go on H Wing.

Well, that's tough cheese for you, then,
'cause you'll go where we send you.

This way.

Yes. Thank you so much.

Nice to have spoken to you.

Good-bye.

''Hello'' was good.

Morning, girls.
l've got two new roommates for you.

Monica and Zandra,
this is Denny and Shaz.

- Kinell.
- Zandra?

There's your beds, then.

Get them made up, and you can go
and get some breakfast.

Monica, sorry we've got to stick you
in with the youngsters for now...

but l'm sure you'll be
a good influence on them.

l'll take this one, shall l?

You was in here on remand last year.

Let's just forget it, OK?

No way. You owe us
for two bags of smack, you do.

l don't owe you nothing.
That gear was cut weak as shite.

Oi, you.

- Get off me!
- Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!

- Bitch! Get off me!
- Can't you do something?

- Help!
- Help! Somebody!

l know you have, l know you have.

For God's sake, l said stop it!

And who you think you're telling
what to do, bitch?

l think you should go
and calm down, don't you?

You wait till Shell knows you're back.

You all right?

What's happened?

l'm going to be sick.

OK. Jo, first off for you lot is main gate.

All incoming staff, bags and pockets,
uniform and civilian.

Especially probation.

Take the video camera,
put the wind up 'em.

You'll come with me, Kim.

We've had a tip-off on G wing.

Coffee counts as a luxury in here,
but you can buy it from the canteen.

Sorry, prison shop,
known as the canteen.

We get to go there once a week
to blow our princely private spends.

Sorry?

Our tiny little amounts of personal cash.

Except it's not actual cash.
lt's just sums in a book.

And what you're actually allowed
all depends on which regime you're on...

according to the so-called...

lncentives
and Earned Privileges Scheme...

which basically depends
on which screw likes you.

- Sorry, screw means--
- Yes, yes. l know that much.

Julies, This is Monica.

Monica, this is Julie Johnston,
and this is Julie Saunders.

- Hi, Monica.
- Hi.

- Known as the Two Julies.
- Hello.

l was just introducing Monica...

to some of the quirks and customs
of prison life.

- Oh, it's not all bad.
- No, not all.

- Nice people.
- Yeah, nice people.

Nice sewing room.

Nice sewing room.

- Very nice mushroom quiche.
- Oh, very nice mushroom quiche.

- When we have it.
- When we have it.

lt's not all bad, Monica.

- No.
- Ah, it's just prison.

Yes.

She's a junkie, innit?

She's got to have something on her.

Go through her stuff.

Thank you.

Hello, Monica.
l'm Helen Stewart, governor of G Wing.

Please, come in, have a seat.

You've read your induction pack?

Um, some of it, yes.

Well, the purpose of this interview...

is for me to explain
basic prison procedures...

and for you to ask me any questions
that you might still have.

lf somebody had told me
what goes on in here...

l would never have believed them.

Strip searching, sharing an open toilet...

uniformed men
peering at you in your bed.

Yes, l know. Coming into prison
for the first time must be a great shock.

But what we have to do now
is help you to deal with it.

Deal with it? l can't deal with this.

l keep thinking any minute
one of you is going to say to me...

that it's all been a mistake,
because it must be a mistake.

What have l done to deserve
five years in prison?

Sorry, Monica, l can't comment
on your actual sentence.

But l have responsibilities.
Why does nobody care about that?

- Sorry?
- l have a son, Spencer, to look after.

- A son?
- Yes. He absolutely relies on me.

- Why? How old is he?
- He's thirty.

Thirty?

He hasn't spent a night
apart from me in his whole life.

He won't be able to cope.

Well, don't you think
it's about time he grew up, Monica?

My son has Down's Syndrome.

Look, l'm sorry.

He'll think l don't love him anymore.

Bitch.

She's crotched it all.

DST. Back from the door.

Well, fancy that.

Looks like the Guv's got her first hit.

l'm going to be one of them someday.

Oh, wow, are you both for me?

Stand up, Wade.

Yes, sir.

Have you got anything
in this room or on your person...

- you shouldn't have?
- No, sir.

Are you trying to be disrespectful to me?

- Disrespectful, sir?
- Look--

Sorry, l thought you were a man.
Sorry, miss.

Strip.

Maybe we could book you
in with the doctor, Monica.

Put you on some medication,
just while you adjust to things.

Medication?

What, so you can
turn me into a zombie?

- No, l didn't mean--
- No.

No, thank you.

l don't want to dull the pain,
thank you very much.

My son can't, can he?

Can you take Monica along
to Probation, please?

They at least can help you
sort out your care arrangements.

Helen, maybe your poster campaign
is working after all.

Anything that targets
that troublemaker Nikki Wade...

is just brilliant by me.

What are you talking about, Jim?

She's just had a visit from the DST.

l assumed you knew.

Nothing here.

Legs apart, squat down.

God, it must drive you wild
not being allowed to touch me.

She's clean, as far as l can tell.

Put your clothes back on.
We're going to search your room now.

Oh, mine's a cell, not a room.

Get an officer to lock her in
somewhere sterile.

l could get you
put down the block for this.

What, you'd grass us up, would you?

Listen good, bitch.
No one screws with Shell.

We teach them.

So, if you don't wanna get
mashed up bad...

you'd best pay back faster, right?

Nice work.

l'm going to make a complaint.
They are not allowed to do this.

But they're allowed to make me
squat over a mirror?

Nikki, they had good reason to suspect
that you were dealing in drugs.

Why, because you told them?

No, l didn't, actually.

You liar.

Well, you can think what you like...

but the fact is, they may not
have found anything on you...

but they will on others.

And the women that don't do drugs
will thank us for that.

Well, fantastic.

l'm really glad you're convinced
you're doing the right thing.

Now why don't you just piss off
out of my space?

You really let yourself down, Nikki.

- Aah! Aah!
- Be still.

l'm clean, or l'd give it to you.

Don't lie to me.

l'm not. l'm telling you, l've kicked.

Look, look, honest...

l'll pay you back with phonecards.

l'll get you some gear brung in, can't l?

Get her knickers off.

- No!
- Hold still!

Help! Help!

l'm only asking you
for what you owe me, Zandra.

Then if you want to do
a phonecard deal after, that's fine by me.

- Um...
- Hiya.

Can l talk to you?

lt's not a great time.

l don't mean about...

lt's about bullying.

OK, love. What about bullying?

Shell Dockley made me do something
l feel really bad about.

Ah.

- Maybe if l changed how l look.
- Eh?

lf l tried to look more posh...

then maybe
l'd get to sound more like it.

Do you think?

Do you?

Oh, l could kill David.

Monica?

Sorry? Did somebody call me?

Just listen to me, Rachel.

You've done exactly the right thing
by coming to me.

But what you don't understand
is that, um...

well, Miss Stewart, she wants you girls
to report on the drugs pushers.

She's glad Nikki Wade's
been given a going over.

So, at the end of the day,
Dockley's done her a favor, you see?

But she was horrible to me.
She threatened me.

Yeah, yeah, l know, l know.

But you've got no proof of that, love.

Well, you haven't, have you?

No, but--

Then don't go making
dangerous allegations...

'cause all it'll do is let Dockley know
that you've squealed.

Just let me handle her
the way l know best.

You'll have to write down
the names for me.

- Oh, no problem.
- No problem.

Right.
So, l'll find you back here, then?

And anything we can do for you,
Monica...

Yeah, anything.

- lroning.
- lroning.

- Extra sugar.
- Sugar.

Oh, yes.

- Results!
- Results!

Zandra?

What's happened to you?

Leave me alone.

Nikki.

Oh, what's happened to your room?

What do you want?

Sorry. lt's that girl Zandra again.
l think she's been beaten up.

She's lying on her bed.
l really think she needs help.

Look, who the hell do you think l am,
head bloody prefect?

Go and tell the sodding screws.
Well, go on.

l don't trust the sodding screws,
do you?

Zandra, what have they done?

What do you think?

l asked for it, didn't l?

Are you bleeding?

They didn't use anything sharp,
did they?

OK, listen...

l'm going to get you some salt,
so you can have a good soak in a bath.

Monica will go with you, OK?

What you going to do
for your next fix?

l'll be OK tomorrow. Got a visit.

You're going to really have
to front up now, you know?

'Cause otherwise they'll be after you
for more than a payback.

What's happened to her?

She's been de-crotched.

Do l have to spell it out to you?
For her drugs.

Just get her along to the bathroom.
l'll be back as soon as l can.

Please try and come.
l miss her. l want to see her.

Can't you talk any faster, Hicks?

But other girls' mums
bring their babies in to visit.

Tell her, Den.

Oi, Hicks, do you want me
to shut your mouth for you?

Look, Mum, l'm gonna have to go.
l'm running out of units.

l'll say bye now. Bye.

- Hurry up. Who's next?
- All right.

lt's ringing, it's ringing.

Hello. ls that Mrs. Collingham-Reid?

lt's Julie Saunders here--
David's mother.

- Come on already.
- Shh!

Sorry about the noise here.

Well...

actually, l'm ringing from prison.

Yes, l'm chairing a Board of Visitors
meeting in five minutes...

but, honestly,
l can't thank you enough...

for leaping into the breach.

lt's going to be almost impossible.

We need to discuss your application.

Hang on. l'm in the queue.

Now. Now, please.

Yes, sir.

Are you off your bloody head?

What the hell were you doing
getting Rachel Hicks to write that letter?

- What do you mean?
- She told me.

And what if she tells somebody else, eh?
Where'd you be then?

You'd lose all your privileges, the lot.

l'd kill her first, the dirty little grass.

For Christ's sake, Shell,
just stay away from her.

l'm warning you for your own good.
She's trouble.

And l can't protect you
if you go on acting stupid, OK?

Right, you stay in your seats now...

and you do not leave them
until you're told.

Come through, please.

And remember, you're here
to speak to one inmate...

and one alone.

Hello, Spencer.

Shit!

- Hiya, babe.
- Hiya, darling.

l'll cover them.
You watch that pair over there.

Thank you so much
for bringing him, sister.

l've explained to him...

that you're doing a special job
in here for the Queen.

And that's why the officers
had to search us.

They searched you?

They gave me a key.

Look, Mum, they gave me a key.

They asked him to leave
his jacket in a locker.

But why?

They said because it had pockets.

Oh.

No, thanks. l've given up.

Since when?

Since the day after l last saw you.

Why didn't you tell me about it?

l wanted to see if you'd notice.

l couldn't be bothered
with all that gum and patches thing.

l went to see this guy
that Charles went to in Harley Street...

and l feel brilliant.

Great.

Well, you know
how bad my cough was getting.

Yeah.

l'll still bring them in for you.

Hello, Miss Stewart.

Oh, l'm glad to see
that Monica's son's here.

Yes, we were just saying...

we didn't know he was
one of them poor Mongolian people.

- No.
- Shame.

Well, don't go saying that to her,
will you?

You better put that one in the corner.

That's our new commandant
over by the desk.

ls that her?

You never said she was a babe.

But he is coming. l know he is.

Well, even if he does come now,
they won't let him in.

- Oh, please, just let me--
- l'm sorry, my love.

l'm not sitting with them sad cows.

l've got to see him.

Come on, Zandra, don't be stupid.

- No!
- Right, you...

l want to see my fiance!

Well, it's a pity
he didn't want to see you...

so go and sit in the corner,
or you're on report.

lf we had the staff, Zandra,
l'd take you back to your cell.

- Come on.
- She wouldn't.

You like us sat having to watch
everyone else, don't you?

You're wearing my top.

Well, that's all right, innit, Rachel?

We're friends now, aren't we?

Friends?

That's what l promised Mr. Fenner.

And, l mean, if you can't have
a lend of a friend's top...

Yeah, but you can't just go
in my room and take my clothes.

Well, yeah,
l know it's against the rules, like.

Well, aren't you going
to tell me l look nice?

l'll send you a letter every week,
darling...

and l'll phone as often as l can.

But you won't be here for long,
will you?

Well, l might have to be, Spencer.

Well, not because l want to be...

but, well, because--because
that's what the Queen wants.

lt's a drop!

Get down! Go!

Stop it! Stop it!

Please, Mummy!
Make them stop, Mum!

Stop!

Spencer!

Mum!

We'll clap.

- Huh?
- Clap.

Come on, everyone.

Spencer!

Stop!

Well, we can't let 'em out
for association tonight.

Not in that mood.

Well, at least
l can be glad of something.

But don't go blaming the DST for this.
They was only doing their job.

Just shut it, Lorna, eh?

Look, everyone...

l'm sorry you had to take
the backlash out there.

What happened in visiting
was a total nightmare.

Well, that's the DST for you, Helen,
which is why, if you ask me--

Look, if you would give me
half a chance, Jim.

Anything addressed to the DST,
l want it okayed by me first, OK?

l propose
we cancel association tonight.

Wait for the dust to settle.

Right. Fine.

We'll talk to the girls individually.

That's the best way to calm them down.

But you're not saying the DST
shouldn't have pounced, are you, guv?

Bloody hell.

Well, l'm all confused now.

l mean, are we coming down hard
on drugs or not?

What we're saying is, Lorna...

that prisons aren't
black and white places, right, Helen?

l think we have to have
a re-think about strategy.

That's all l'm saying for now.

Anyway...

Well, that was as clear as a cloud.

l think our university graduate's
out of her depth, don't you?

- For Monica.
- OK. Monica?

l told you, l'm not taking anything.

Oi, Wade...

did you have a good time
with the squat squad?

Yeah, fantastic.

Well, l did with the good-looking one.

- We love you, Monica!
- We love you, Monica!

You there, Monica?

Well, she's not going nowhere, is she?

Not for five years, anyway.