Bad Girls (1999) s06e05 Episode Script

l'm innocent! (Shouting) - l'm not a murderer! - Yes, you bloody well are.
No more doing drugs.
Got it? (Shrieking) Tine! You're a racist.
l'm sending you on a course to train the ignorance out of you.
Take your trousers off.
We'll tell them you're innocent.
We'll just tell it how it was and get your appeal going.
l'm gonna be back to show her some more! - What the hell's going on? - Lock the door! He's gonna be sectioned under the Mental Health Act for his own good.
Stupid tart, it was one frigging call! She's ex-Detective lnspector Myers.
Vice Squad.
You're nicked.
(Woman sobbing) Oi.
Next door.
You won't last ten minutes if you don't get a grip.
Go in looking scared, you might as well slit your wrists now.
(Sobbing) Only 12 years? For what you've been up to? My lawyers are taking my case to appeal.
l'd lock you away till you rot.
You can go on segregation, if you so choose, for your own safety.
All l'm guilty of is being used by people l shouldn't have trusted.
Save it, Buxton.
Your lies didn't wash last time you were here and they won't come up any cleaner this time.
(Camera clicking) - Why the hell is she here? - She came in the prison van.
- Look at you.
Wing Governor Myers.
- l don't want you here.
- Should l phone somone? - l know why she doesn't want me here.
Because every day you're gonna be reminded why - your lies.
- You're the liar.
- Ma'am! But that's the least of your problems.
There's a word for what you did to me.
Entrapment.
And my lawyers are gonna prove it.
Paula, make sure you wash your hands after dealing with this filth.
Yeah.
OK.
Keep me informed.
Frances.
That was Di.
Fenner's still on medication but fit to return to work next week.
l've just seen Natalie Buxton.
l cannot believe you've agreed to her allocation.
All the other women's facilities are full.
So put her on a 28-day lie-down.
- She's where we can best manage her.
- On G Wing? They all know about her.
lf they don't kill her, l'll go for her.
Let me deal with it.
(Laughter) - ''To all my friends on G Wing.
'' - Who is this from? Janan.
''How can l ever thank you for my freedom? ''l was a stranger and you risked your lives for me.
''May your God reward you and always bring you hope.
'' Aah.
lt pure melts my heart, man! Thought's there.
Didn't have to write.
Maybe l'll write back and tell her if she can't think of nothing, say it with chocolates.
Great to know someone got out alive.
Something to cheer Tina up with down the hospital.
Friggin' what? You've gotta be joking! Mind your business.
You should be pleased she's off the streets.
Unless the judges are stupid enough to let her out on appeal.
(Paula) This way.
Thank you.
- We're not having a nonce here.
- MacKenzie, get back! She should get back - down the sewer she crawled out of.
- Yeah, sick bitch! - Who is this whore? Her ''language school'' turned out to be a sex-slave racket.
- Ask her who paid for her clothes.
- Girls as young as 12.
- Me want a piece of this.
- l said get back.
Now! You tell us we have to breathe the same air as this lowlife? Shut it, Cake! - Nonce! - Nonce! Nonce! (All chanting) Nonce! Nonce! Nonce! Nonce! Nonce! (Banging) (Chanting continues) Enough! That's enough! (Silence) Anybody using that word again will be on report.
That's what she is.
Behaving like a lynch mob is not the way to seize the moral high ground.
Take her to the dorm.
- (Al) You're joking! - You're putting her in with youngsters? You think they'll be at risk from her? Three against one? lf you had kids, you would never let them share a bedroom with her.
Never! Prostitution.
Murder.
Fraud.
Theft.
Grievous bodily harm.
What parent would let their kids near any of you? You sound like a right bunch of scum, don't you? You can't complain they got it wrong, though, missed all your good points.
They can tell all that matters from knowing your crime.
Just like you can tell about Natalie Buxton.
Food for thought? - (Tutting) - (Muttering) Make your bed up and then you can have your reception phone call.
No need, thanks.
The Vulnerable Prisoner's Unit is available.
lt's been offered.
She's declined it, sir.
Consider it seriously.
lt might be difficult to guarantee your safety.
l appreciate the offer, but the only reason there might be a problem is if Miss Myers continues to spread malicious lies about me.
lf there is any trouble, you won't have a choice.
Rule 43 allows me to force you into segregation.
lf needs be, l will.
- Are we clear? - l am.
- All right, Tine? - Had your stitches out? Look at the state of it.
- Your young skin - clear up in no time.
- No time, love.
Here.
lt's from Janan.
- Thank you letter.
- Yeah? Well, you can keep it.
lt's cos of her l've got this.
And these! lt ain't fair blaming Janan.
She didn't ask you to be up there.
lt was lucky all you got was a sprain, height you fell from.
Lucky? l've been getting nightmares, an' all.
Me hair's coming out in clumps with the fright.
l expect you'll find it's the peroxide at the root of that.
Yeah.
Well, it ain't funny.
Cos l feel like shit.
And l look like shit, an' all! - Oh, that's rubbish.
- Don't be daft.
Here, sit back down.
Ju, remember when Tine first come here? She had lovely dark hair, didn't she? The daft tart dyed it our colour.
l would have killed to have hair like yours used to be.
- Yeah? - Yeah! You get that lot chopped off, go back to your natural colour and you don't go anywhere near a bottle of bleach until you have to.
- Go on, have a read.
- Yeah.
We'll see you in a bit.
Later.
We can find Milly, l know we can.
Don't be ridiculous.
She disappeared in Canada, not the lsle of Wight.
Myers is an ex-copper, she knows about finding people.
Leave it, Selena.
Look, it's pie in the sky.
lf you want to pretend you don't want Milly back, fine.
Bloody hell.
Just ignore what l'm saying, why don't you? (Radio crackling) This shithole's a thousand times worse than you imagined when you took the blame for your dad's death, isn't it? l can handle it.
Please.
Just say you want me to go.
l don't want you to force my 14-year-old sister to give up her life in Canada and risk being sent to prison here, got it? You know me well enough to know l'm not gonna force Milly into doing anything she doesn't want to do.
l wish l did.
Sorry, Kris.
l'm doing this for the both of us.
You just can't admit it.
You promised me gin.
l know you're no longer running the show but one bottle can't be beyond you.
- lt's harder than l thought.
- Try cold turkey and drying out.
How about resurrecting our career as master brewers? l don't want to brew it, l want to drink it.
lf we brew it, you won't have to whistle for it.
There's a garden full of wasted potential out there.
They won't let us anywhere near their garden.
- God! - Ohh That's what friends are for - to help one conquer one's enemies.
Any friends that we've got have joined our enemies.
Well, we'll just have to make new overtures.
Just because she works in the garden doesn't mean she'll work for us.
No.
We'd have to offer her a share of the profits.
But l don't doubt cooperation from the servery would ensue.
Right, well, off you go, then.
l can't negotiate a private business arrangement in the midst of that mob.
- l'll call her over here, then.
- Get a grip.
l'll tell you when.
- Right, then - Just enough to make the point, OK? - Then we want her down the block.
- And out.
- Right.
- Let me come with you.
Let me come with you, yeah, man? We'll mash it up good.
No.
This is mine.
Need a hand? She should have gone on seg in the first place.
- Stop pretending she ain't what she is.
- What she is.
Pick your feet up.
You stupid bitch! (Yelps) My frigging ribs! You've cracked them.
lf l had, you'd know about it.
Look at you.
Clean yourself up.
Don't want your mates seeing you like that.
Tell 'em they're mad to believe that lying bitch, Myers.
After the way she's conned everyone in here.
She knew l was innocent.
She knew l had nothing to do with it.
She just used me to get at Paul, my so-called partner.
lt was him the police wanted, not me.
But she couldn't resist bagging the two of us for the price of one.
- Are you listening to me, Al? - Aye.
Look Please, Al.
Don't you see? lt's me who has to kill the nonce for what he did to those poor little girls.
That is my whole plan.
Because one day he's gonna be let loose.
And his next victims won't have even been born yet.
- Can you hear anything, Ju? - Nothing.
- Shit, Al! - What have you done to her? - Looks like we've got her wrong.
- What are you talking about? - She's trying to say l'm innocent.
- Oh, piss off! Now the bent ex-copper that set me up is running this place.
lt doesn't matter.
l'm gonna prove it to you all.
Yeah, and we're gonna prove you're a dirty nonce.
She's not a nonce.
lt was her man.
Buxton, Wing Governor wants to see you for your induction interview.
That's enough of the porter service.
- Out you hop.
- Fuckin' 'ell.
A sprained ankle doesn't qualify you as disabled.
Ow.
Eh? Your new cell mate, O'Kane.
Give you a good use for those sticks.
Mm.
Very nice.
l can't believe that Natalie's got Al wrapped round her little finger.
l know.
Did you see the way she was after Hedges? - He wouldn't be interested in her.
- He's a bloke, ain't he? When it comes to them, she knows what she's doing.
Yeah.
But he's not like Fenner.
lt's her that's in the same league as Fenner.
Deserves the same coming to her.
Yeah, well Prison's a dangerous place, ain't it? Accidents happen all the time, Ju.
Tine, come and watch some telly.
Got a video - Harry Potter.
Why's that nonce back? Bodybag says she's bunked up in here! - Leave her to us.
- We'll get rid of her.
- No worries.
- No worries.
- Better have a wash.
- Yeah.
- (Knock on door) - Come in.
Natalie Buxton, ma'am.
Could you wait outside, please? Are you really the wing governor or is it another trap? Let's see if you're still smiling after you've had the shit kicked out of you.
Don't concern yourself - making friends already.
Are you gonna tell them about running in sex slaves from Eastern Europe? l'll say l'm not guilty.
They'll believe me.
These aren't frightened little girls you can bully.
Nothing happened to the girls that didn't happen back home.
Well, that's all right, then.
They were used to being raped.
lt's endemic where they come from.
l just gave them the opportunity to make some money out of it, and they took it.
lt's just simple market forces, really.
You evil bitch! You have just witnessed police brutality.
- What's going on? - Miss Myers attacked me! - Right, you're down the block.
- l say where she goes.
Take her back to her cell for lockup.
- What's all that about? - Don't you question me! Right.
Wait.
What happened to that drink that you've been threatening me with? l don't know.
l thought it was your turn.
l don't like to be in debt, so let's go.
- l'm not off for an hour.
- l say you are.
Come on.
(Door opens) Thank you.
- Are you OK? - Piss off! Have you ever used essential oils? l said stick it! This one's really good.
lt's for all skin types.
lt's a nice little pick-me-up.
We've both been feeling down.
Don't want nothing off a nonce.
She's all right, Tine.
lt was her fella that done her over.
He's the nonce.
- We're still waiting for this to be proved.
- Yeah, me too.
My lawyers are working on getting the case overturned.
Them people do anything for money, man.
True.
But if l was a nonce l'd be down the block the second they offered it to me.
But l'm here with you, to prove l've got nothing to be ashamed of.
What the frig have you done to your hair? Fancied a little change, didn't you, Tine? Here you are.
lt's yours.
Go on.
lt doesn't occur to Buxton that she's done anything wrong, apart from getting caught.
She won't be getting up to much now.
l wouldn't bet on that.
Getting people in her power is her drug.
Well, the heavies her bloke's banged up with will keep him busy.
- Sounds like he's the boss.
- No, he's not.
She is.
lf you doubt that, you have not listened to a bloody word l've said.
l reckon we should move her into the VPU whether she wants to go or not.
- Frightened she'll get hurt? - No.
But she could.
lf she does, who gets the blame? That's very cynical.
l thought you were a softie.
D'you want her to get hurt? - She's got her sights set on you.
- Me? Mm? l saw her eyeing you up and so did you.
l can't help that.
lt's not as if she can do anything.
No? l heard rumours.
Yvonne Atkins? Yeah, a lesson learnt.
Never again.
ls that so? (Running water) Listen.
l think you should know.
l really like you.
l think it's time you were off.
- l could put in a bit extra.
- Heavy day tomorrow.
Colin - Tell me l can trust you.
- Course you can.
Good.
Cos l need to know that.
- Are you really chucking me out? - Yeah.
l've got things to do.
- l'll see you in the morning.
- Yeah.
Yeah.
Colin, when l announce l'm piss-testing the wing again, - l can trust you to back me up, can't l? - Yeah.
Cos this time it's staff included.
Bye.
See you.
(Whispers) Al.
Al.
Al.
Shh.
Listen, l need you to tell me a few things, OK? Good morning.
- You all right? - Fine.
l'm a bit hung over, but it was fun, wasn't it? - Yeah.
- When shall we do it again? - How about tomorrow? - Sorry, that's enough for me.
The POA has instructed me not to comply.
And to advise fellow members to do likewise.
Drug testing us as if we were criminals! - Whatever next? Strip searches? - No.
Shrouds.
The workroom supervisor wants all available hands to complete an order.
- Colin, help Sylvia do a roundup.
- Yes, ma'am.
Selena, supervise staff MDTs, starting as soon as.
Yeah? - Right.
Great.
- As l said, count me out.
The women are being tested.
lt's only fair we are.
- l'm not doing it.
Simple as that.
- Well, it is voluntary.
But if you refuse, l can only draw my own conclusions.
Don't worry, we won't watch you go.
l'm not sure l can.
l've just been - l didn't think.
(Toilet flushes) - Glug, glug.
- Yeah.
l think l might have caught a bug off someone.
Look after it.
She's not getting another drop.
Sign here.
Don't keep me waiting, Colin.
Oi.
What she done to them girls is what you got done to you.
- That's shite.
- She's still getting away with it.
Same way nonces always do.
Make out it never happened.
l never heard of a nonce what gave you oil for your scar, and lipstick.
lt hardly makes her Mary bleedin' Poppins.
Ju and me'll give you oil, lipstick and a haircut.
Sweeties and toys.
Always got treats for the kids.
Right, l'm moving.
You're giving me a headache, man.
These machines are so ancient.
They are dangerous.
Someone ought to shut down Myers' Victorian sweatshop.
l mean, prisoners sewing shrouds - it is ridiculous.
Hey! Hey! Less chat, more work.
You can do that.
l meant it about this being a drug-free wing.
That goes for staff, too.
- (Murmuring) - The screws getting piss tested? l hope it means Bodybag's not back on the Es.
Could have slipped her something with more notice.
So does that mean if the screws test us, then we get to test them? - Ooh! - Bring me own Marigolds, innit? The tests have been conducted.
A wing of negative results and life will be easier all round.
Yeah? And what if one of you get a positive? - You think that's gonna happen? - Cheat it easy, 'ey? - This is all for show, man.
- Shut it, Cake.
The positive test will result in the officer's career being terminated.
- l think now's a good time.
- For what? Does Myers not think we'd all live in a pond if we had the brain of a newt? lt's official.
l'm going to die.
You must be nearly all turkeyed out now.
Just the giblets left.
Just hang on.
Hang on for what? l have more faith in drink after death than a drop in this desert.
The gardening party is green to go and ditto the three halfwits.
They'd better go fast or it's going to be too late for me.
Trust me.
This time we're going to brew up a real stinko.
Hi.
l'm Natalie.
- And l hear you're top dog.
- Retired.
But not replaced.
- l also hear you're handy with a spanner.
- Ooh! Where's this going? Bottle of gin - l gather that's your tipple.
- Gin? - Tonic, ice, lemon.
Oh, please.
l'm a medical emergency.
Since when have you been running the bar here? Since l bartered my necklace with one of the screws' club orderlies.
Delivery guaranteed by return from work today.
- Lovely.
What's the catch? - No catch.
Just a quick job for a skilled mechanic and a helping hand from her assistant.
Any chance to put the spanner in that lying bitch's works (Sucks teeth) What l do bad now? You want me to guess? l l want to apologise for any offence l may have caused you regarding the colour of your skin or your ethnic origin.
(Giggling) l'm about to commence a residential race relations course.
And l like to think, in future, l will show more sensitivity and awareness.
- (Laughing) - Ooh! ls it? That fat old mama disrespecting me again? Dissing herself, not you.
lt's frigging ace, man! Me a winner, winner! Big up.
Darlene! Big up, big up! (Laughing) Wicked! You know? (Chuckles) Er, Julie, could you feed that fabric a little faster, please? Sorry.
Ju! Ju! Julie, l'm stuck! - Oh, Christ! - Get me out! - Oh, my God! - Help me! - (Darlene) What we do? - lt ain't working! - What do you mean, it's not working? - Turn it off! - lt ain't working! - Oh, God! - Do something, Ju! - Stop it! l can't get it out! l can't get it out! - Stop - l can't get it out! - l can't get it - (Shrieking) (Yelps) (Whimpers) Oh oh, my hand! Please! Someone help me! My hand! - Somebody go for the medics! - Medics! (Crying) Please help! Zulu to Charlie Romeo, over.
- Miss? - Oh, God! What are we gonna do? We need urgent medical assistance in the workroom.
Repeat.
Urgent.
- You're gonna be all right.
- Help's coming, darling.
- Come on.
- OK.
(Phone) Grayling.
Yeah.
Er, which drugs test? No, l wasn't aware of any such test.
What? ls this a joke? - Hang on in there, love.
- You'll soon be sorted.
- Thank God we already are.
- Yes, thank God.
Whoever's responsible for that equipment had better look out.
Yates thinks her sister can help overturn her conviction? - That's what she told me.
- That's what worries me.
- Ma'am? - You see her every day.
You hear her story, her version of how it happened, again and again.
l just think it might be worth looking into.
And it might be bollocks.
Her mother thinks so.
l only told Yates l'd ask for your advice.
lf she finds her sister and her story turns out to be lies, then.
l think you should back off from this one, Selena.
She won't have any luck looking for her sister from over here.
lf l were her, l'd hire a private detective.
lt's hard to stay missing.
- (Knock on door) - Come in.
- Sorry to interrupt.
- lt's OK.
- You had your officers drug tested.
- Yes, l did.
The report's back from the lab.
Every member of your staff tested positive.
For heroin.
We look forward to you resuming your servery duties.
Chin-chin.
The blood bath wasn't part of friend Natalie's plan, was it? Hardly.
But she pulled off a brilliant stunt.
We'll toast her with our first cup.
Let's hop we'll soon be toasting the relaunch of Chateau Larkhall.
- Selena, you all right? - Not really.
What's up? The drugs test was a disaster.
All the samples were contaminated.
They found traces of heroin in every one.
- You're joking.
- Well, you couldn't make it up.
l just hope no one thinks l messed up.
That ain't gonna happen.
The only one who's gonna look stupid is Myers.
- l'll speak to you later.
- Yeah.
What would l have done without my hand? Or my arm? Jesus, Ju.
What with my boob and everything.
l'm like an old banger with bits falling off me, ain't l? D'you think we got Natalie wrong? lt just don't add up to me, mate.
Every bone in my body is telling me she's a nonce.
- Me too.
- She knows l'm out to do her damage.
Well, serious damage.
Yet when it's me in a serious damage situation, she dives in, saves me and comes off worse for it herself.
Kris.
l spoke to Myers.
She gave me some brilliant advice.
- You've spoken to her? - Yeah.
You stupid cow.
Garden waste.
God.
Amazing how dirty this floor gets, hey, Ju? Mm.
Amazing.
Yeah.
Rhubarella cocktails all round! Jesus Christ! - When's it gonna be ready? - Not for at least a month.
A month? What's in it? - Rhubarb, water - Sugar, raisins, lemons.
Whatno booze? No, Tina.
You see, it has to ferment.
You know, fer Just keep it warm and out of Myers' prying eyes.
Stir once a day until it stops bubbling, then we'll get our booze.
And if you're a very good girl, we'll let you have a sip.
Another G and T, darling? With a little garnish? Oh, lwould prefer a slice of lemon.
- This was all about getting at me.
- What? Piss tests.
Another game? lf you had a problem, why didn't you speak up? You asked me to back you up, prove you could trust me.
Can this wait? Shame there isn't a test for sex addiction.
Put it down to faulty machinery.
l had my eye on them the whole while.
There's no way Buxton had her hand pushed in? There's not a lot escapes these old hawk eyes, ma'am.
But as to if another inmate did so or not, how long's a piece of string? l hope your accident report makes some sort of sense.
- How bad is it? - l think we counted 16 stitches.
l know the other women caused that.
By not grassing them up, you think they'll like you.
But you're wrong.
- You almost sound concerned.
- Go down the block.
lt's safe.
Make your life easier? No thanks.
They nearly took your fingers off.
What happens next? l'll take my chances.
(Cheering) Whoo-oo! - l just wanna say thanks.
- And we are really, really sorry.
lt's OK.
lt wasn't your fault.
People were spreading rumours.
Yeah.
Well, anything you want, you just ask, yeah? Yeah.
Hair, nails, pedicure.
Bit of ironing, sewing.
Really sorry, yeah? And l owe you.
Big time.
lt was nothing.
You're Tanya Turner.
Aghh! Get off! Look what she did to me.
l want that bitch dead.
That can be taken care of.
lf you're not doing anything You'll chuck me out like your other blokes? You know nothing about me.
Al, are you all right? Al? Oh, my God!