Bad Girls (1999) s05e01 Episode Script

G Wing's having an open day on the 15th.
- 'That's our chance.
' - (Beeping) - Mum? - Listen, you devious little bastard.
'l don't know what you're up to but l'm gonna have your balls cut off.
' When l get my hands on that actress girlfriend of yours, l'll ram 'em down her bleeding throat.
(Jim) You've been set up to help her escape.
Jesus Christ.
Er, just a sec.
lt's prayer time all right, Sister Snowball! - Get her down the block.
- Get off me! Let them through! We need some help here! (Jim) She's all yours, Atkins.
You've got five minutes.
Ding-ding! She can't hear you.
- What do you mean? - Look at her ear! Where the hell? Where's the bloody gun? l'm going.
You're gonna burn to frigging death, man! Watch out! (Shaz) Den! Where are you? ( The Clergy: The Oboe Song) (Laughter) Pwoargh! Hello, darling.
Hey! (Laughs) Oooh.
Ooh! (Groans and laughs) (Sighs loudly) All for us, lads.
Hm? Hey! Unless you fancy Thai? Or there's Afro.
They've all got their own streets.
lt says so in the book.
- Here today, Thai tomorrow.
- (All laugh) l need another drink to steady my nerves.
l don't see this type of thing Friday nights in South Norwood.
(All laugh) Well, we don't want you popping your corks too early, Ken, eh? How about a little nightclub for starters, eh? There's a good one back there.
Looked tasty.
Show us the way.
Cheer up for God's sake, Ken! (Moans and gasps) (Screaming) (Shrieks and gasps) Babs? Babs? Oh, no.
Not again.
Don't worry, Babs.
lt's all right.
lt's all right.
We'll get you to the window for some air.
Lovely fresh air.
That's it.
- (Pants) - That's it.
Deep breaths.
Deepbreaths.
(lnhales deeply) - Attagirl - (Babs) Oh, my God! Get me out! Get me out! You've got to let me out of here! (Babs) Let me out of here! You've got to let me out! - (Prisoners shouting) - (Groans) Set the muppet house off now.
The screws will turn us all muppet if they keep us locked down much longer.
lf they took their keys out their arses, they might find the frigging gun.
Yeah.
Well, us Julies reckon there never was a gun.
Reckon the bastards made it up.
So they can sod off on holiday.
- Al, don't scratch your scabs.
- lt's itching me! Yeah, well, let me put some of this on 'em.
Go on, then.
(Shaz) Denny! Denny! Denny! Don't leave me! Don't leave me - (Grunts) - What? - Denny - Gonnae no start that again! ( The Clergy: The Oboe Song) (Bicycle bell) - That's it.
That's the one.
- Yeah, suits me.
Can't we go to a normal bar? They rip you off rotten.
We'll have to make sure we get our money's worth.
My wife thinks we're on a fishing trip.
We are on a fishing trip - we've all got our rods ready except you! Come on! Here, here.
Look.
Now, whatever you do, it won't get back to the wife.
All right? Now, get in! - Come on, Kenny! - You'll love it.
Come on, relax.
We'll have a good time, promise.
(Prisoner) Present for you, Snowball! Burn the bitch! Burn, burn, burn! (Prisoner's voices echoing) - Frigging psycho! - Burn in hell, Snowball! Evil bit of shit! ( Trisco: Ultra) There you go, darling.
Here's to fanny heaven.
ln for a euro (Cheering, whistling and applause) (Drum roll) Welcome to the Kabaret Kum Bij Go-go! (Woman) Are ve ready for action, boys? l said, are ve ready or not? - We're ready if you are, love! - And willing! (Woman) Zis is vat l am ready for, boys! (Whistling and laughter) Jesus! Come and get it, love! Look at the size of that! ln Kabaret Kum Bij Go-go Vere all your vishes vill come true ln Kabaret Kum Bij Go-go Ve vill be vaiting zere for you! lf you've been a naughty boy l take you on my knee for spanking lt will be a joy l do not need to ask for thanking ln Kabaret Kum Bij Go-go You can come and go-go wiz me! And ven they cut my - Spit of Shell Dockley.
- Shut up! Trying to put me off? .
.
split your lip and you'll be very sorry ln Kabaret Kum Bij Go-go You can come and go-go viz me Play viz your own, (Cockney) knobhead! - He's right, mate.
lt's Dockley, l swear it! - Dockley's dead.
l like to keep ze boys in line You're in Kabaret Kum Bij - Let's get after her.
- Don't be mad! - (Feedback whistling) - (Shouts of outrage) - (Booing) - Don't go away! Bring back Nikki! - ( Music starts) - Come back! Nikki, what are you doing? - Get this frigging cock off me! - What's the matter? - Oh, God, it's not - Oi! Dockley! - Shit! - Stop! - What the hell - Frigging nutters in here! Where is she? Max! Jan! Hou ze tegen! Bind ze vast en schop ze in elkaar.
Jeroen, bel de politie.
Wait! We're prison officers from England.
- She's an escaped convict, a murderer! - Frigging nutter! - Where's Dockley? - Fire escape! - l'll get her! - No, you won't! Aaah! - (Metal clanking and rattling) - Oh! - (Jim) Dockley, come back! - Ah! You bastard! Look, just get this thing off and leg it! l'll fake a fall and say l lost you.
l can't! - You can if you're quick.
- No! - Just push! - l've got a frigging baby in there.
You what? 'Dockley was discovered working under the alias Naughty Nikki 'by officers from the very prison she'd escaped from.
'Dutch police say Dockley will be returned to the UK 'as soon as extradition procedures allow.
' Morning, Karen.
Good weekend, was it? Least we caught a dangerous con, ma'am.
How does it feel, waking up a hero, Ken? Last time my missus lets me off the leash.
l told you to leave it out.
But you've got to go plonking after Dockley.
For what? So we can spend all weekend in a Dutch cop shop - and end up in the papers.
- The cons won't know.
Come lunch time, the bloody cockroaches will know about it.
Neil! l didn't expect to see you back yet.
Ah, back on a mission, Karen.
The orderly's name, ermTracey - Terri.
- Terri.
Terri! Two teas, my office, please! Er, yes, sir.
Quick catch-up, before you brief the wing.
lf it was up to me, he'd be catching up on rest.
He's got a sick note for another month.
Must be a credit to your excellent nursing skills.
Nobody could have got me out of bed faster than Di.
They'll privatise this prison over his dead body.
And if a bomb can't kill him - Talking of which, l've got the report.
- Ah.
- Do the breakfast? - Right.
So, erm, we'll see you at lunch time, then? Let's see how the day plays, eh, Di? Thanks.
Cheer up, mate.
We might have missed the nooky, but we'll be up for a medal.
How could you, Jim? Honest to God, Sylv.
Whatever you read, we went on a fishing trip.
Who cares where you went? How could you bring back that she-devil? (Sobbing and sniffing) Hey, come on.
You don't know what Bobby and l are going through just now.
Shall l tell you how many people's he's buried in the first half of this tax year? Five.
And two of them were children.
Shit.
Poor kids.
Poor us, Jim.
Half the coffin, half the profit.
Then we wake up to this nightmare coming back to haunt us.
Why didn't they chuck her in a canal and drown her properly? l'll tell you why.
Because she's pregnant.
Oh, no.
We lose one Dockley and get two back.
(Clattering) - (Neil) What the? Come on! - Sorry, sir! Hurry up! Just a sec.
l could have had that tea urn all over you.
Yes, sir.
Well, watch what you do with it, then.
What's with the bedding? Gave Merriman a bonfire party on Friday.
You should have made more of your chance - finished her off.
Fix up round two.
Then l will.
You're past it, Atkins.
Gonna get some fresh blood to chuck in the ring.
When are we gonna get off lockdown? Good morning.
( Humming) lt would be worth the plane fare to do all our crimes here.
Yes.
Right.
l'm gonna appeal to do me sentence here in Holland.
That's if l don't get let off.
The authorities will decide at the hearing.
l've got a baby to do right by.
No way he's slumming it on the mums and bums back home.
Poor mite ain't even nicked his first sweet yet.
l'm sorry, Miss Dockley.
l've told you.
My name is Nikki Wade! And l don't like knobbing yoghurt! - You are frustrated, yes? - That's right, mush! Who wouldn't be, locked up on a false bleeding rap? Your passport is false.
Your fingerprints prove you are Michelle Dockley, escaped murderer from England.
You Dutch plods ain't too spliffed up to do your homework, then? Michelle Dockley ain't no murderer.
Stands to reason that's why l escaped.
lf l'd done the crime, l'd still be doing the time.
Tomorrow, the magistrate's court sets a date for extradition.
What, and send me and my baby back to them bastard screws? No, sir! Please! You've got to help me, sir.
You don't know how they treat us in England.
Worse than Nazis.
l'll get you a cloth.
You get on the phone to the British embassy.
Tell 'em l want to speak to Mr Jeremy Pugh, urgent.
That's Pugh.
Got it? Or l'm reporting you for chucking this yoghurt at me.
We heard her screaming again last night.
Shh! Don't say anything to her.
(Shouting) You don't need to whisper about me, l'm bloody deaf! Babs, l'm sorry, we didn't mean to hurt you.
l was just telling Julie O'K how you're frustrated cos your claustrophobia's come back andoh, shit! (Voices echoing) Shell Dockley's alive? ''Wardens from Larkhall prison found Dockley in Amsterdam's red-light district.
''Senior Officer Jim Fenner said, '''We were definitely not on a porno fest weekend.
''' Wankers.
l've got some good news for you.
Now? Oh Where's the custard creams? Hunt! l can't even tell her off now without a flip chart.
Shut it, Sylvia.
- (Karen) Morning, everybody.
- (All) Morning.
Believe everything you read in the papers, do you? Why would l believe you were going for a porn fest, Jim? lf Di hasn't told you yet, the number one's back today.
Honeymoon over already.
So is the search for the missing firearm.
Oh, at last! lt hasn't been found.
DST turned the prison inside out for the last three weeks.
Wherever the gun is, they say it's not inside these walls.
So Neil wants the women off lockdown.
l suppose all good things come to an end.
We've had the investigator's report on the explosion, concluding insufficient evidence for prosecution.
Who do they think blew up that library? You've got to be joking.
Doesn't matter who thinks what.
All we can pin on Snowball Merriman is a failed escape.
And the cons will believe that? They'll have her guts for garters quick as we can blink.
Best not blink till you're off duty then.
Buki Lester's burns are healing well but they want to keep her on the hospital wing for a week.
lt's Denny Blood l'm worried about, poor kid.
She's like a zombie.
Well, let her cope how she chooses, Di.
We'll continue to provide all fire victims with access to listeners on request.
OK? Roll call, please.
You can go down the block.
Tell Merriman she can stay there for her own protection.
lt might perk Denny up when she hears about Shell Dockley.
Thanks for caring how this is going to affect me and Bobby.
Sylv, l Then sings my soul, my saviour gone to thee (Flat) How great thou art How great thou art Then sings my soul, my saviour gone to thee How great thou art How great thou art Don't stop.
Very good.
l can still hear it perfectly in my head.
Will l never be able to go to a concert again? Hear Chopin's preludes? Havefaith.
FAlTH.
One for me, one for you! Give it a go! He must have pissed up a lamppost somewhere, Lauren.
Yeah, and if you do, keep him locked in his room till Mummy gets home.
l'll call you back.
Laters.
- All right? - Catching up with my daughter.
No, ta.
Smoked a lifetime's worth in that library.
Oh.
The one that blew itself up, yeah? Yeah.
''Not guilty'' Merriman knows we know she bleeding is.
Bet my bloody son's still waiting for her.
- Yeah? - No! Same way he's hung about for his shit of a dad.
Adams! What did l tell you about cleaning up this mess? lt's an absolute tip.
Come on, get on with it! - Have you seen Denny? - l think she's in her cell.
Show her this.
(Bolts crash) Good old British justice, eh? Get out of your strips.
The CPS couldn't find a scrap of that bomb with your name on it.
You're off the charge.
Off the block.
You mean, you're taking me back to the wing? Sign this.
And you can stay on voluntary segregation.
l have a choice? Not if it was up to me.
The show must go on, Mr Fenner.
WhatPhantom Of The Opera? l'm not scared.
Once the girls hear my side of the story You must think your tits are made of Teflon.
Please! Some good news.
Roisin Connor and Cassie Tyler.
But for their heroism, l wouldn't be here today.
They are shortly to be released from open prison with a full and free pardon.
- (Cheering, applause) - Oh, nice one! You get pox all for rescuing a con! None of us will forget what weshared on that terrible day.
But along with the horror there was a fantastic pulling togetherness.
lt's up to all of us in this prison to build on that bond so that Sharon - Shaz - Wylie did not die in vain.
What about us that tried to rescue Shaz? You gonna get us a pardon? You'll end up down the block in a minute, McKenzie.
Reckon they'd give us a pardon for rescuing the governor's wife? Eh? Rescuing her from what? l don't know.
Found in a ten-foot hole.
We have to think of something.
What the f? (McKenzie) What's she doing here? She tried to kill us! (Shouting, uproar) (Woman) You killed Shaz! Spence, Janet! Just follow on in a bit, OK? - Nonce wing full? - No.
- What, she wanted to come back here? - Stupid cow.
Right, bring her in.
Oi! Merriman.
Denny, no.
l'll do her.
l don't care if l get life! Just shut it, yeah? Wait till the bell.
So, we meet again, Miss Wade.
Remember me, then? How could l forget? l've got all the details here.
- Dank je wel, lnspector.
- lk wacht buiten, meneer.
Geen reden om je aan je verantwoordelijkheden te onttrekken.
Brought you some treats.
There's no way l'm consenting to being extradited.
So you better make sure that me and your nipper stays put here.
We can't settle the issue of parentage until the baby's born.
But even if it is mine, it won't help your appeal.
You've been telling me bleeding porkies then.
You said you was high up in that embassy.
lt's why you must leave it with me, Nikki.
Trust my advice.
Better be tiptop, then.
We have two months - that's how long these procedures take.
Perhaps we could arrange a marriage with a Dutch citizen.
lf you claim the baby is his Yeah.
l know plenty of Dutch wankers.
- You'd have to stump up, mind! - Of course.
Else them piccies of you in your nappy will be extradited.
Straight to the tabloids.
(Bolts clatter) Thanks, Terri.
lt's only cheese.
My favourite.
That is a shit-looking scar.
How did you get it? - Woke up, it was there.
- No one believes that story, Snowball.
We've been banged up for three weeks cos a gun was missing.
Come on Terri, l haven't got all day.
Probably the screws having an easy time.
Hey, that's enough! You murdering bitch! My daughter gets that drop from Ritchie by Friday.
- l promise.
- l've got five kids to feed.
lf the cash isn't there, l'll say you've got the gun.
Look, it'll be there.
l want another letter sent out to Ritchie tonight, yeah? We'll find out who's lost theirs.
Maybe next time it'll be a bomb.
Only if you teach them how to make it, Snowball.
l'll come back for the tray later.
- Out of my way.
- You're not going anywhere.
- Move.
- Don't do the screws' work.
You had your go.
Now it's my turn.
Will you listen? Jesus, Denny, calm down.
- l am gonna kill that bitch.
- No.
lt's the only shitting thing stopping me topping meself.
l promised meself l'd do it for Shaz.
- You have to take me out first.
- What? Merriman wouldn't have killed Shaz if my son hadn't helped.
Yeah, but l put the blinkers on it, Den.
Oh, Ritchie turns up with all love and flowers and l bought every bleedin' word.
You know why? Because l felt guilty for being a shit mum.
No.
lt's him who's been a shit son.
Shits aren't born, Denny.
They're made.
Yvonne, all l can hear in my head is Shaz saying, ''Please don't leave me, Den!'' And l left her.
l've got to do something about it or l'm gonna go frigging mad.
Do you trust me? You better had.
l won't let you go down for a life sentence for something l should have done.
Merriman will get her dues.
l promise.
(Keypad bleeps) (Rings) - G Wing.
- 'Oh, good, it's you, Jim.
' l've had to come home.
Tell Betts l've been mugged.
Shit, you haven't! 'Some clown on a computer.
' l was doing some lunch-time shopping.
VlSA shows me up in Sainsbury's.
'l'm going to have to stay here and sort it out.
' Oh, right, sure.
l'll cover for you here, yeah? (Sighs) Light lunchslap-up dinner.
Guess where we're going tonight.
No less than Nobu's.
Sorry, Di, can't make it.
- But l booked! - Well, you shouldn't have.
lt's a treat.
To celebrate your coming back from the grave.
l'm celebrating with somebody else.
An old boyfriend from New York.
l just thought But we've been so close these past weeks.
You've been great.
Changed my dressings, helped me to the loo.
l'm your wife.
ln sickness and in health.
Di, when l was lying on my sickbed, l was not dreaming about having sex with my wife.
Why keep doing this? We know what we get from our marriage.
There are loads of guys out there who'll give you the rest.
l'd better ring the restaurant.
l think there's a cancellation fee.
(Man) 'What can l do for you?' Well, first, you can apologise for your sloppy service.
And then you can tell me where you've put my balance.
'l'm sorry if you've had a problem.
'Do you have your last statement?' Statement? Just a second.
(Sighs) Hold on! Oh! Where's he put that blessed key? Mr Fenner tells me you want your association.
Sure do.
l don't advise it.
l can't guarantee your safety.
l have to face it sometime.
May as well be now.
You're not in some bloody B-movie, Merriman.
There's a lot of angry women out there after your blood.
l think it's about time they heard the truth.
(Sighs) Mr Fenner! Good God! - You must pack now.
- Pack? Duh! l'm not off to court till tomorrow.
Not to court.
Mr Pugh.
He waits for you.
There's a car outside.
Change of plan, eh? Two ticks.
l'm all yours.
(Bobby) Sylvie! Thought you were on a late.
Give us a smile, love.
Dead Pets is a goer.
Said it was the best proposal they'd seen this year.
Those fellows see over Socincin.
Steady on with that, Sylvie.
Don't Sylvie me, you liar! You've had me slaving on overtime, scrimping and saving to help you steer the business through this trough! l'm on top of it.
Trust me.
Trust you! When you're keeping a mistress on the sly? AJ Whitley.
What does the A stand for? Annabella? You think l'm having an affair? That l'd break me wedding vows? You should be ashamed.
Arthur John Whitley, credit and finance company limited.
Credit? You mean a loan shark? lt's a reputable firm.
He's in the Yellow Pages.
But the only thing you've got for security is this house.
Oh, no, Bobby! We're going to be homeless.
On the streets.
All we've got to leave our children is a load of debts.
You stupid, pompous old fool! l was too ashamed to tell you, Sylv.
l was just hoping it would turn a corner.
Just not viable, one man and his hearse.
Big firms offering discounts, that's what the bereaved want.
Sod the personal touch.
Sod you! Keep out of my sight.
You make me sick! (Julie) That's lovely, Babs.
Look, l've done heaven.
- Why don't you put ''Stay safe''? - All right.
''No one dies'' Oh, shit.
What are you gonna put on yours, Den? ''The killer bitch will pay.
'' She's fixing it.
Yvonne.
This is what your daughter sent in.
What a perfect choice.
The rose of Sharon.
That's what it's called, Den.
But we can call it the rose of Shaz, yeah? ''No one dies, that's all lies ''Cos our love grows, just like your rose'' (Footsteps above) Hang on a minute.
What's going on? l think we should spare Dutch taxpayers the unnecessary expense of lengthy court proceedings.
(Shell) You bastard.
l'm gonna boil your cock in oil.
(Shell ranting) Everyone's gonna know what a dirty little gimp you are.
Nobody treats me like this and gets away with it.
(Grunts and struggles) Look, l wanna turn Queen's.
l never escaped out that prison.
l was given a key.
You've gotta believe me.
l need to get justice.
So l can keep this baby.
l ain't going in there.
No way! l ain't No! Let me out! (Helicopter drowns speech) (Shouting) l know you all think l'm an evil cold-blooded murderer.
Too bloody right l do! Suppose a girl in here planted a bomb to go off at a certain time and all she'd blow up - she's certain - is a load of dumb books.
Then - hey! All change.
No warning.
Shit.
That certain place is suddenly full of her buddies.
- What's she gonna do now? - Warn her buddies there was a bleeding bomb in there.
She would if she bleedin' cared for 'em.
What if she couldn't find the bomb? She goes frantic, yeah? - Looks through every book.
- Right enough.
She did that.
Time's ticking, right? She thinks, ''Where the hell?'' lt's got to have been moved someplace else.
So is she gonna go up to some screw and say, ''Excuse me, sir, can you help me find me bomb?''? All this girl wants is to escape.
Like any of you'd say no to that if you had the chance.
The difference between you and her is if she don't get out of jail, she'll diein jail.
You were escaping while Shaz was burning to death.
- You didn't give a shit! - (All shouting) Yeah, you bloody bitch! You didn't stop to save Shaz when you were escaping, did you, Denny? Just look at her face to know what l think of the bitch.
The only ones who believe in the death sentence are the screws! lt's their fault the bomb went off under us.
Not hers.
My stone for Shaz is gonna say sorry.
From the bottom of my heart.
Come on, get rolling.
Get the flowers from my cell.
You're lucky Atkins has only got two sides to her gangster brain.
Them and us.
Go on! - Right, you're clear.
- Good.
(Wails) Well, well.
lt's Naughty Nikki.
Strip search.
Only wish l could watch.
Denny, if you'd like to place your stone first.
God will see that justice is done.
Only me's gonna do that for Shaz.
Julies.
- Miss Barker.
- Mrs Grayling! - Sorry.
- What is it? This, miss.
- We found it on the floor in the toilets.
- lt slipped out their pocket.
We was scared about giving it to you.
Scared? Of this? You pair of sillies! lt's gotta be a right psycho nutter writ that, miss.
lt's a piece of rubbish.
You won't panic they're gonna sit you on a pointed stick? - lt'd give me the wobblies.
- All this is Some not very bright girl's trying to make herself feel important.
Best way they learn different is just ignore them.
- (Karen) Brenda.
- Hmm.
- Miss Bleeding Know lt All! - Wonder what we've got to do next? Give her a big, fat pointed stick? - l know you've got it.
- Eh? - The gun.
- Me? How? l've been locked down the block.
Exactly.
- (Karen) Anna.
- l don't have it.
l wish l did.
l'd shoot my way out of here right now.
So you could meet up with my Ritchie again.
So that's what saving me was all about.
You want your 50 grand back.
Stupid sod.
He shoulda told me he was trying to spring you.
He didn't need to do the dirty on me.
Oh, he's so scared of you.
Like a little kid.
Maybe you should tell him to grow up out of it.
He'll be the other side of the world by now.
Anyhow, if ever he did see my face again, he'd run like hell.
You've made sure of that.
Snowball.
(Karen) Yvonne.
You'll get processed tomorrow.
l ain't a tin of frigging peas.
You're a real entertainer, aren't ya? Maybe you should give me a private show sometime.
(Voices laughing and taunting) - We love you, Snowball.
- We love you! (Sucks in breath) Ouch! l run the screws, you run the cons.
Between us, we'll get this place sewn up.
Might get a bit hot, but that means it's working.
Mmm.
l'm falling asleep.
You just doze off.
Don't mind me swishing about.
(Screams)