Bad Girls (1999) s05e10 Episode Script

l've booked in for an abortion.
That's what you want for your unborn child, isn't it? Yvonne's all right Depends what you think about drug pushers, love.
Suss the bent screw working for her.
lt's Jim Fenner.
He planted that gear on Yvonne Atkins.
l saw him do it.
- How was your day out? - Aye, where's your pal? She's in hospital, as it happens.
She's got cancer.
l don't want an abortion - l want this baby.
Sorry? Yes, l've got it here.
l believe you've got my blood test results? Why? What's wrong? l can't believe you did that to yourself.
- You look like a bog brush.
- l done it for Ju.
- Solidarity? - You cut the wrong thing off, then.
You take that back, you vicious little bitch! l'm sorry.
l didn't mean it.
Some mate you are.
Yeah, well, l don't need you and Julie no more, cos l've got someone special of me own.
- A man.
- Oh, bully for you.
Have you got Snowball Merriman's tray ready? - Yes, miss.
- Take it up to her, then.
We should sort an appointment with a hairdresser.
l thought it'd make Ju feel better.
After the chemo.
l can't see how it's going to make her feel better.
Well, c-cos l thought, you know, it'd take the focus off of her if we both look funny.
Maybe you should cover it up for when she comes out of hospital.
Break it to her gently? Thought you might like some company going to work.
- Er, yeah, OK.
- First day back at the asylum.
Not a pleasant prospect.
l'll just get my coat.
- Right? - Yeah.
Oh, leaving your curtains closed? Yeah, it, er, stops the weirdos looking in.
l expect you've got a busy social life.
l've knocked before and there's never any answer.
l play pool a few nights a week.
We'll have to make a date.
l'll pop round.
Give me some notice, the place is a pigsty.
l'll bring some bleach and me Marigolds, then.
- Just leave me alone.
- Starve to death, then.
Clean that up, will you? You stupid cow! You hear that, girls? Merriman's on hunger strike! - Shame we can't help her! - l'll finish the bitch off! - What's going on? - Bitch threw her food at me! Get cleaned up.
lf there's to be any kicking, l'll do it.
Got that? Yes, miss.
Open up.
Jesus! You're supposed to be keeping an eye on her! Get a nurse, now.
Why are you doing this to yourself? Told you, can't cope any more.
l've had enough.
This isn't the answer.
l'm goin' off me head.
Don't wanna live without Ritchie.
Look, nothing l can say is gonna bring Ritchie back, but you can get something to help you cope.
Anti-depressants.
Counselling.
All l want is to be with him.
What else is there? Stuck in here, 24 hours a day, listening to the girls shoutin' how much they hate me.
No one can live like this.
How about l have clothes sent up so you can go outside? Get some fresh air.
Some fresh air would be good.
And a bit of company.
l meant while the other women are at work.
Forget it, then.
The way things are we won't need help fitting Atkins up.
How do you mean? With Merriman back on the wing, Atkins is sharpening her cleaver.
She can't do any damage while she's on CC, can she? Since when did a cell door make any difference to Atkins? And we're not gonna stop her, are weCol? You've got to stop threatening Merriman.
Just expressing our opinion.
Cons are still allowed to do that? You can't incite the women to murder.
lt doesn't sound like they need inciting.
l mean it.
You could be up on a charge here.
What you gonna do? Take away my parole and put me back on basic? Oops - already have.
Do what the hell you like cos l don't give a shit.
Neither would you if you'd just lost your son.
(Door closes) You never sent me no postcard.
The only thing l'd send you is a big, fat shit parcel.
You all right? (Laughs) Nice one.
lt's good to have you back, love.
Hey, l'm really sorry about Ritchie.
l'm gutted l weren't there for you.
But you've still got me and Lauren.
My two girls.
Them wind-up merchants wanted me to lose the plot.
Only thing that stopped it was doing me drawings.
l did this one of you.
Hey, you got talent.
You would say that, cos you're me mum.
You got me started on it, getting Bev to do that picture of Shaz.
Show me in a sec, love.
- Seen the new razor head? - Bleedin' hell Looks like Bart Simpson.
- His arse, more like.
- (Laughter) You think it's funny, what's happened to Julie S? You won't have heard.
She's got breast cancer.
Listen, Fenner's waiting for you to kick off on Merriman.
No shit.
Don't give him the satisfaction.
What's gonna satisfy me is getting my hands round her neck.
Then you're stuck here for life with Fenner's boot print on you.
lf you earn your parole back you've only got six months left.
- (Knock at door) - Come in.
Mrs Grayling, please take a seat.
l've been imagining all sorts.
l've hardly slept.
What is it? Something's wrong with my baby.
- No, please - Oh, God! l should've been more careful! lt's not the baby.
Well, not as such.
But have you ever been treated for a sexually transmitted disease? What?! Er, no.
l-l've had no reason.
Well, your blood tests indicate you've got syphilis.
(Laughter) What you asked me - about Merriman? Make it worth my while to keep the heat off her.
You said you didn't give a shit.
Maybe l found my self-preservation streak.
Look, Denny had it hard enough off the screws down the block.
l've got a bigger bastard waiting to finish me.
Likewise.
Get me back up on the threes with a chance of parole.
l'll need a guarantee she won't be harmed.
She might harm herself.
l'm not playing games with you, Yvonne.
lf you want to help me screw Fenner then Merriman's got to stay alive.
Sir, you know what you said about Yvonne Atkins? About her being a drug dealer? l've been watching her for you, see if l can catch her out.
Yeah? Well, she ain't exactly done anything that suspicious, but l'm onto her.
Careful, Tina, she's a very dangerous woman.
Don't get on the wrong side of her cos of me.
l can handle it.
l ain't as stupid as some of them think.
You're a very smart girl, love.
Just watch your back, right? And if you see her cosying up to one of the screws, let me know.
l will do.
l don't understand.
There must be a mistake.
l haven't had a rash or itching or anything.
lt can take a while for symptoms to develop.
But the only person l've slept with is my husband.
Then it should be easy to find the source of your infection.
He can make an appointment to come here or this is your local GUM clinic, it might be quicker.
What about my baby? l'm hoping we've caught the infection early enough.
And if we haven't? Then you should be aware there is a risk of a miscarriage or a malformation.
There's no indication it's a genuine suicide bid any more than last time.
Sowhat do we do, then? Give her a square meal and a kick up the backside.
Just write her out a prescription! l'm not recommending any more psychiatric care.
We're days away from having to force-feed her.
We don't want that.
There must be an alternative.
No other prison's going to take her off our hands now.
The only alternative is to, well, give her something to live for.
Bring her off CC and reintegrate her with the other women.
When they're baying for her blood? - (Sighs) She won't be at risk.
- Can you guarantee that? More than we can that she won't kill herself if we leave her isolated with no bloody hope of anything! That's my view.
lt's your decision, Neil.
OK.
Give it a trial.
Let her out for lunch - under close supervision.
And, erm, keep me posted on her progress.
You have got some explaining to do.
What is it this time? l've just got back from the doctor's.
l've got syphilis! And before you ask, no, l didn't get it from a toilet seat.
So where did you get it?! Where did l get it? l'm not out every night putting it about! l am careful, Di! Not that bloody careful! You got smashed enough to get me pregnant without realising! l'd ring the clap clinic if l were you.
lt's Betts should be on suicide watch.
She's as good as slit her throat risking this.
Ready to be thrown to the pack? l just hope they're ready for me.
On you go, then.
No way, man.
(Angry chatter) (Man) Come on, move along.
Move.
Move, girls.
Come on, let's go! Let's go! You haven't been with someone else and justforgotten? What do you take me for? Jesus.
Syphilis - sounds like the Dark Ages.
- lmagine if Fenner knew.
- l'm not going to broadcast it! This is between you and me, Neil.
Husband and wife.
(Angry shouting) (Rhythmic clapping with cups) Back off, now! Or you're all on report.
(Angry muttering) Anyone touches her will have me to deal with! - She's out of bounds.
- You're joking us, man.
You wanted us to top her! Yeah, so do the screws.
And if there is a soddin' afterlife l'm not doing time for sending her off to be with my Ritchie.
ls that clear?! (Quiet chatter) Don't let the buggers get to you, eh? - All right? - All right.
They're not from me - your pal asked me to get them for you.
Ju? Bless her, is she OK? Nothing a hairdresser couldn't fix.
Are they all in here withyou know? Cancer? l don't know.
They're not queuing up to talk to us.
Haven't been in a hospital since my poor Bobby (Gasps, groans) Are you all right? Shall l call a nurse? Oh, no.
lt's just my flaming boob.
Or where it used to be.
Here, now l hate it in here.
l miss the girls something rotten.
Especially Ju.
Dry your eyes.
Have some pop.
Yeah.
She stopped us finishing Merriman last time, that's how her friggin' son got shot.
(Buki) Saying we'd be doing the bitch a favour now.
Don't ask me about shit, man.
You won't stop me getting back to Ritchie.
You want out, do you? Not gonna bottle out this time? l didn't bottle it last time.
My son's dead.
And l fall asleep every night wishing it was you instead.
So do l.
lt's all l think about.
What's stopping you, then? Maxi Purvis didn't hang around.
Got the job done, no fuss.
They've got eyes on me day and night.
Same problem as me.
After lunch pack your bags.
You're going back to the threes.
Happy birthday to me.
Reward for good behaviour.
(Al) When are we gonna get ours? What's the friggin' deal in this shitehole? He fancies her.
lnnit, Yvonne? You must be joking.
l wouldn't touch him with somebody else's.
What if l've given it to Tony? He'll think l've been shagging all and sundry.
lf Tony does a runner then he wasn't the one for you.
Oh, God.
What if l've picked up something worse? At least there's one person you can rely on.
Mr Grayling? - So how are you feeling? - All right.
We'll have the pathologist's report soon.
Pathologist? l ain't dead yet.
The pathologist examines the tissues we removed.
They'll give a more accurate prognosis.
Better off not knowing, eh? lgnorance is bliss and all? Jill's here to remove the drains and make things more comfortable for you.
Time for another cuppa.
Does that mean l can move around on me own? As long as you take it easy.
No jumping up and down just yet.
You didn't catch syphilis from me - l'm clear.
All right, sweetheart? Er, any word on a cell of me own yet, Mr Fenner? Patience, Tina.
Good things come to those who wait.
Excuse me, Miss Betts, a few of us were wondering if if we could have a sort of party for when Julie S gets out? To cheer her up? l don't see why not.
Keep it low-key, though, don't overwhelm her.
She'll have enough surprises to cope with when she gets back.
How does she no twat the minger? - They're doin' a deal.
- What kind of deal? l don't know.
But something's going on.
l've tried everything.
Please, help me.
Make it worth my while.
No, Neil! Please! l should have done this a long time ago.
l don't know how it happened! How can l have it and you can't? You're a dirtier tart than l thought.
- You can't! - Watch me.
l want you gone tonight.
You'd leave me on the streets? Best place for a manipulative slapper like you! (Sobbing) You have made my life a misery! lf you went to Australia it wouldn't be far enough! - lt's not been easy for me! - l couldn't care less! Tomorrow l'm making it public - we're getting divorced.
The sooner you're out of my life for good the better! - Hello.
- Oh, good.
The café's downstairs.
Keep all your receipts.
OK.
You rest up and l'll see you back at the ranch.
Wait up, miss.
(Grunts) l'm coming with you.
Nurse! Nurse! Honey, l'm home! - l am taking you on a bit night out.
- Yeah? We're celebrating the end of an era l'm glad to see the back of.
And then we're gonna christen the spare room.
How's that? As of tonight, the lodger is history.
So you're going to let her walk out, just like that? l'm afraid it's entirely Julie's decision.
ldeally we'd like her to stay here at least another night, just to keep an eye on things.
l'll be fine.
Honest.
We'll ring your DrNicholson, is it? Put him fully in the picture.
There'll be no one else to blame if you get ill.
The breast care nurse will visit to keep an eye on the dressings and these are the painkillers.
(Julie) Right, l'm all set.
l just wanna get back to me own bed, miss.
l thought this place would've made a break from prison but keeping you here isn't going to speed your recovery.
Thanks, miss.
You'd better get dressed, then.
l'm not taking you back like that.
More chance of a bit of privacy up here.
Don't count your chickens l wouldn't dream of it.
What's wrong? - l'm not sure it's worth it.
- l happen to think it is.
l've been screwed over by so many blokes that l should've walked away from.
- Trust me.
- l hardly know anything about you.
And what l do know, l should be running in the opposite direction.
You lied to me more than once already.
l'm not gonna keep blaming the smack, it's pathetic.
l was pathetic.
But not any more.
Stick with me, Yvonne.
l won't let you down.
l promise.
Cab's here! Look, Di, l'm sorry.
lt's not my fault he wants you out.
- You reckon? - l swear.
That is where you're wrong, sunshine.
Neil's little donation - it wasn't his, was it? - Yes, it was.
- You are lying! - That sperm was infected.
- What? l know it's not Neil's cos he tested clear.
So you better think very hard about which other casual boyfriend it was because he has given me syphilis! Syphilis? - Oh, my God - (Neil) Right You ready? Let's go.
Oh, Di, maybe we should think about a work move for you too.
How does Dartmoor grab you? Put the front door keys through the letter box.
When will she know what they found in the operation? Be a few days yet.
l hate to think about it.
Ju's boob lying about in some laboratory somewhere.
l need you to do me a favour, Lauren.
Soon as.
Remember that screw that came to Ritchie's funeral with me? Don't blame me for this.
She had them twisted round her finger.
l couldn't stand it in there, miss.
- l'll take over now.
- l should've been home an hour ago.
Come on.
Well, l know one person who'll be pleased to see you.
- Bleedin' hell! - What you doin' here? What you done to your 'air? Come here, you dozy cow, give us a hug.
Mind me front! Coo-ee! Colin! - All right, Sylvia? - l am now l'm going home.
lt put years on me, sitting in hospital - with all those sick people.
- Well, you've done your bit.
l'm sure Julie appreciates you being there for her.
Yeah, well, just doing me job.
Don't suppose you fancy a drink? Be nice to have someone to talk to for a change.
Oh, look, thanks for the offer, but l don't drink work nights.
Very sensible.
Still, we could have a cuppa instead.
What do you say? We were supposed to be celebrating.
Ding dong the witch is dead? l've had more fun at a funeral.
Sorry, l just wasn't feeling very well.
As long as that's all it was.
- You haven't gone off me? - There's no danger of that.
(Laughs) l told you to get out! We've got some unfinished business.
l've said all l'm gonna say.
- Get your bags and call a taxi.
- Are you coming with me? Neil won't want you here when he learns the truth.
- What? - Tony's got something to tell you.
Haven't you, Tony? He's got the clap.
Like me.
And do you know why? Because it was him that gave it to me.
- Piss off! - Didon't.
Let me spell it out for you, Neil.
There's been a bit of a mix-up.
The reason l've got syphilis and you haven't is because the sperm l got pregnant with wasn't yours.
Was it, Tony? Oh, and by the way l didn't have an abortion in the end.
lt's still here Dada.
lt's been leaking since l moved in.
The prices plumbers charge.
They'd rob the eyes out of your head.
lt just needed tightening.
You've earned yourself another brew.
No, thanks, Sylvia.
l better be getting back.
Are you expecting company? - No, it's just - l've got a nice piece of liver.
l'll braise it with some onions.
How's that? - Don't bother on my account.
- lt's no trouble! Get cleaned up.
Whilst you're in the bathroom could you look at the toilet? Flush keeps getting stuck.
A bit like me.
You slept with her! l didn't, l promise! Nothing happened! Jesus, don't start with the immaculate conception shite! l wouldn't! l couldn't! We had a deal.
She paid me, she said it was what you wanted.
Pimping my boyfriend out to my wife?! No, not me - my sperm.
Your sperm.
lt was meant to be a surprise for your birthday.
Some present.
l loved you.
- Where are you going? - Out! Leave you two to play mummies and daddies.
(Door slams) Drink? Cheers, Ju.
Ta.
l can't tell you how glad l am to be back with you.
Same for me, Ju.
Your lovely hair Complete nutter.
lt ain't so bad.
Matter of fact it's growin' on me.
Whatever happens, we'll get through this together, eh? - Oh - l'll get some painkillers.
Neil, please Tell me this is all a bloody nightmare.
l was stupid to believe her, but l honestly thought it was what you wanted.
You've got to believe me! lt feels like you've been playing a weird game.
No, l haven't! No way! Right from the start, l knew you were the one.
But l didn't want to let on in case it put you off.
- So how come you got syphilis? - l don't know.
But l've never been with anyone else since we committed.
l love you.
l know it sounds daft, but when Di asked me to get the sample l thought if l mixed mine with yours it would mean the baby would be both of ours.
l'm sorry! You've only got yourself to blame for this.
- Just give her something! - OK, Julie.
ln my opinion she should be sent back to the hospital.
- No.
Please, miss, don't let him.
- Let her stay, please, miss.
Hasn't the hospital been in touch about care provision? Roll your sleeve up.
l'll be gone by the time you get home from work.
But it's not what l want, Neil.
l'm sorry.
l'm just sorry, that's all.
l don't want you to go.
l just can't understand how you could lie to me like that.
l never had a proper family.
And you and me seemed perfect.
And when Di said about you wanting a baby l was made up, if you want the truth.
l'm a dick, OK? But l'm not a liar.
And whatever happens there's still a baby that's mine or yours, and l'm not sorry about that.
Come here.
l know what a twisted bitch Di is.
l know l love you.
She's done a number on both of us.
So, business as usual.
Amazing.
Well, you can relax about the bambino.
l've decided, l'm getting rid.
Yeah, l've heard that before.
This time l mean it.
The last thing l want is to give birth to his diseased kid.
l lay awake half the night thinking about you.
Wishing you was there with me.
Get a life.
You know everything about me - that ain't much but l've been honest with you and that's the way it's gonna stay.
Play cool all you like, l know you feel the same.
l'm gonna fetch Merriman.
Don't let her get rid of it.
We could give this kid so much.
- lt deserves a chance.
- How can we be parents? lf we love it! My parents didn't care about me.
A kid won't compensate for that! What do we know about bringing up a baby? What does anyone until they do it? lf we're committed to each other we can handle anything.
And one of us has got to be its dad.
- You're serious, aren't you? - Don't let her do it.
l'm begging you.
All right, gorgeous? Any news from the sharp end? l've got it all in here, Mr Fenner.
Bloody hell! You get caught with this, game's over.
- You're no good to me now.
- But it's all there.
Times, places .
.
everything.
l thought you'd be glad.
l am.
All l meant was you get rumbled, you'll be dead meat.
And we don't want that, do we? Not my special girl.
So, what do you know? Has he got you on a lead or something? Leave it out.
- l'm keepin' an eye on her.
- How can you even speak to him? We all know it was Fenner jerking the strings, Den.
This do you? What? Too over the top? You really wanna do this? Don't tell me you've changed your mind? - You said you'd help me! - Keep your voice down.
With or without you, l'll do it in the end.
This way we both get what we want.
l just want it over with.
lt reads fine.
Like we said, then, yeah? Like we said.
Mrs Diane Grayling.
l was booked in last week but l had to cancel.
Look, sorry to muck you about, but l really need urgently to make another appointment.
Ooh She's fast asleep, bless her.
Nature's great healer, sleep.
When the body repairs itself.
Not gonna grow a new boob, though, is it? Atkins, your daughter's been on.
You have to ring home urgently.
- Can l use the office? - You've got a phonecard.
Better get back to your cell.
Tony, it's me.
Please, just tell me we're in this for the long haul, because a baby isn't just for Christmas.
A girl? No.
Don't do anything.
That's all l need to know.
Sylvia, have you seen Mrs Grayling? She said not to worry you, sir.
She's gone off to the emergency dentist.
Lost a filling in a Liquorice Allsort.
Don't say l told you! Di! Di! Wait! Don't do it.
l don't want this parasite in my body a moment longer.
- Go back to your boyfriend.
- Di, l'm begging you.
Please don't get rid of our baby.
(Sighs) Sweet dreams.
No fears.
Together forever now, babes.
ls it all right if we nip to the art room to get some decorations for Julie's party? - No problem.
l'll take you.
- All right.
l lied.
l wanted a chance to talk to you.
l thought you were a bit off with me this morning.
Any ideas why? Women are like that.
Moody.
l'll go grey trying to work you out.
What l'm still wondering iswhy me? You could get anyone out there.
Someone younger prettier.
l don't want someone, l want you.
Jesus Christ! This could be the final nail in your coffin.
Hello, what's this? Well? l think the police should see this before l pin it to the board.
What? You saying it could come back? lt's a possibility.
There are no guarantees, l'm afraid.