Bad Girls (1999) s05e08 Episode Script

Hey! No, no, no.
Don't do this.
Spit them out.
Atkins's cell spin.
l take it you got lucky.
l'm not fitting her up for this, Fenner.
Nothing there, OK? You know there was.
Cos l made bloody sure of it.
So either you're not doing your job, or you and her have got something going.
What is this? He's my son.
(Yvonne) What have you done? Ritchie.
Ritchie! (Sobs) - A coming out party.
- They won't believe you! Not if l give them my announcement first.
What announcement? l'm pregnant.
And it's yours.
- Thought you might borrow these.
- Cheers.
l can't be there but l've sent flowers.
And l'll be thinking of you.
And Ritchie.
- Who's the escort? - Fenner.
We haven't enough female staff to spare from wing duties.
What about Mr Hedges? He was the last one to see Ritchie alive.
l can't go through this cuffed to Fenner.
OK.
Go get your breakfast.
Same time l'm chucking up l'm starving hungry.
Spare me.
l've more important things on my agenda.
What's more important than our baby? Convincing Area to secure my job.
And don't say ''our baby''.
l know it will seem more like mine till it's born but l didn't get pregnant on me own, did l? lt wasn't me.
More likely it's all just one of your fantasies.
- l'll take another test if you like.
- Just get rid of it.
Are you telling me to have an abortion? You won't trap me with that old trick.
l only have sex with men.
lt's pretty reliable birth control.
l can't believe you don't remember that night.
l know you were drunk but we were lovely together.
Please.
You're making me feel sick now.
Why are you being so horrible to me? What was l thinking when l married you? That we could make it work.
Same as l was.
Well, we were both wrong, weren't we? You'd better not breathe a single whisper about this.
Right? Right.
Don't look so worried.
You'll be OK.
Hey? All that work you put in.
You'll walk it.
Oh, yeah, l guess so.
lt's just l've never passed an exam in me life.
- Your turn then, innit? - Yeah, suppose so.
You just keep your head and give it all you got.
l'm taking you off black armband escort duty.
- Why? - Because l'm still wearing the suit.
(Sniffs) - Heavy night last night? - Just a bit of a cold.
You're escorting Yvonne Atkins to her son's funeral today.
So make sure you don't keel over.
l thought Jim was taking her.
Given a choice, she asked for you.
Right.
Snowball Merriman remains on the hospital wing.
l'm still waiting for a report.
McKenzie and Blood had their adjudication yesterday for their part in the hostage incident.
What about bloody Atkins? She gets let off light cos her stupid son topped himself? l know Sylvia's on holiday, but you don't have to chip in with her usual contributions.
Any problems, you know where l am.
Smug cow.
She'd be signing on by now if it hadn't all kicked off.
We're none of us safe till Neil is.
He's up at Area trying to keep us all on board.
Yeah? Well, my chance of a desk job walked out with bloody Bostock.
So.
Your gangland girlfriend's ready for you to meet the family.
- Must be serious.
- Nothing to do with me.
lf it wasn't, you'd have found that smack in her cell.
You failed your test, mate.
So you're gonna have to have a little resit.
One of her clan of crooks slips her something at the funeral.
We find it on her when she comes back in.
What have you got against her? She's burying her son today.
You worry what l've got against you.
Wouldn't want Atkins finding out about what you did to Dockley.
You do that, l'll drop you in it.
lt was you playing pimp.
Dob me in and you take the rest of the lads down as well.
Wouldn't fancy being in your shoes, mate.
That report you put in doesn't hold up.
Betts has already smelt a rat.
And you're the one with his tail caught in a trap, mate, if l let it go ''snap''.
See you and Atkins after the funeral.
lt's from Christopher Biggins.
Buki's got a letter from Christopher Biggins! - Oh, what's he say? - He sent me a letter from my boy! ''Dear Mum ''Thanks for the Dream Machine.
lt's wicked.
''Did you see me in it on the telly?'' - Did he get on the telly? - When was that? Probably when we were banged up for doing the PR.
''l don't care what you done.
l love you.
'' He signed it ''Lennox''.
Look.
- You're kidding! - Four kisses.
He put ''Winston'' first then crossed it out.
Little love.
( Sombre organ) Don't pretend to be invisible.
Wouldn't be an Atkins funeral without a uniform.
Leave it out, will you? His name's Colin Hedges.
My daughter Lauren.
(Yvonne) He's all right, yeah? Don't tell me you've even got a soft spot for screws.
Jesus, Lauren.
You want to make this day even harder for me? lt's you who made it how it is, Mum.
l know all l done wrong.
But let's just think the best of Ritchie today.
Just let's get him buried with my dickbrain dad.
- Tough chick.
- Yeah.
But at least she won't trash herself for anyone.
Thou knowest, Lord, the secrets of our hearts.
Shut not thy merciful ears to our prayers, but spare us.
Lord most holy, O God most mighty, O holy and merciful saviour.
We have entrusted our brother Richard to God's mercy, and we now commit his body to the ground.
Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust .
.
who died, was buried, and rose again for us.
To Him be glory forever.
Amen.
Anything l can do for you, Mum, you know l'll do it.
Me and you now.
Ooh, miss, can we have an app for the telly? lt was on the news - our wheelchair with Buki's boy in it.
- Would they send us a video? - lt'd make Buki's day.
Who told you about it? Lennox wrote it in his letter.
You know it's not going to get to him, Buki.
lf we don't intercept it, the care home will.
What, miss? He ain't in prison.
Why are they checking his mail? Buki, you know the system.
Don't think you can beat it any further.
lf Social Services got to know about this l'll have to get in touch with Christopher Biggins.
He can tell Lennox that you're glad he loves his wheelchair but there can't be any more letters or someone's going to end up in court, OK? lf l can trust you, l'll ask him to send us a video of them on the telly.
Please, miss.
l'd do anything to see Lennox happy.
l've got so many bad pictures in my head.
You're gonna have to let me lose these.
- You all right, Di? - Oh, l'm fine.
Just a bit of a tum.
lt'll pass.
Looks like you've got the same bug as Colin.
l don't think any man's caught what l've got.
lt's no good, l can't keep it to meself.
- l'm pregnant.
- Congratulations! Thanks.
Me and Neil are over the moon.
- l'll bet.
- l wanted to tell everyone.
But he's so shy.
He'd keep it hush till we had a toddler.
Hell, Ju.
Lucky for you l'm not Fenner.
Yeah.
Just got a bit hot and sweaty, that's all.
- Did it go OK? - Mm.
All right, l think.
First's the worst, yeah? Next one will be a breeze.
Don't half drain it out of you, though.
l've got some dinner for you.
Want me to fetch it? No, l'll come down in a minute.
l'll just fix me face first.
Don't stress yourself, love.
lt's only the mocks, innit? lt ain't the real live thing.
Yeah.
Just feels like it.
Saying it went like shit, then? Saying you want me to shut up asking about it? Saying me whole rotten life's gone like shit, ain't it, Ju? Friggin' sick of it.
Even when l can finally see a future for meself.
Given it all l got to get there.
l'm a born bleedin' loser.
Come on, Ju.
We might all get blown up by another bomb tomorrow.
No point in killing ourselves worrying about it.
Hey? Hm? Soon as, yeah? Karen.
So, is that a thumbs up or down? Assuming you'll want to stay in post under my management, it's a, erlet's celebrate.
Right.
That's assuming there are no more privatisation deals.
None of them will want to touch this prison now.
l convinced Area that the riot was a demonstration of loyalty.
So the women lose remission and we get the glory.
Cheers.
You wouldn't rather give my job to Jim Fenner? You seemed to be grooming him for it with Bostock.
One thing you need to understand about me.
All l care about is results.
No personalities.
Just what works.
Which would not have been you governing G-Wing under Bostock.
Lucky he beat me to the exit.
Area want all your staff to do some refresher training, as and when.
You can't refresh the likes of Jim and Sylvia.
Easier to train up some new recruits.
Build a fresh team.
Let's not rock the boat till it's back afloat.
Another result you'll like.
Finally filled the senior medical officer vacancy from tomorrow.
Amazing.
l gather you're also trying to fill a vacancy at home, Neil.
Di told me you wanted to keep it secret.
Sorry.
Cheers.
l was biding time while we both got our heads around it.
Still pinching ourselves.
Can't really believe it's going to happen to us.
You will, when you change its nappy.
Trust me.
ls it all right if l use the computer for five minutes? Yes, help yourself.
- Thanks for helping me today.
- Nothing to thank me for.
l wish l could have helped your son.
How about yourself? Still on the smack? This is a cold as in turkey, yeah? l'm doing it the hard way to punish myself.
lf you want to stay off it, keep away from your smackhead mates.
l promise you, when l go home from here, l lock myself up, and all l think about is you.
(Door opens) What's this? Still piling on my grief? Routine search.
Nothing personal.
Jacket and shoes off here, quick twirl behind the curtain.
Nice day out, was it, Col? Off the subject of death, guess who's having a baby? Mr and Mrs Governor Grayling.
Hello, what's this? Talk about hard to believe.
Officer Norton, bring her out.
We found a stash.
Looks like cocaine to me.
Soon find out.
You bastard.
(Yvonne) You planted that shit.
- Trying to set me up.
- Don't come the bollocks.
Officer Hedges is my witness where l found this.
Right? Knock, knock.
Anyone there? 'Ere.
You're supposed to do your revision before the exam.
Yeah.
Just checking l got it all right.
Come watch some telly with me now.
Give yourself a rest, eh? Tired me eyes out.
l think l'll just have a lie-down.
Ju, have l done something stupid that's pissed you off with me? Cos l know you ain't telling me something.
Not everything that happens to me has got to do with you.
Stop pestering me.
We agreed to keep quiet about this baby.
Karen guessed.
You should have told her she guessed wrong.
She's a trained midwife, remember? She knows how to spot the symptoms.
l bet you made sure she did.
Oh, Neil! Everybody's pleased for us.
Can't you try and be? There are loads of gay dads now, aren't there? Get on the phone to the doctor's for some tests to prove A, you are pregnant and B, who by.
l'm sorry that you don't trust me, but if that's what it takes to convince you.
Thanks.
Good night.
lt wasn't a good idea letting Atkins go to the funeral.
- She came back with coke.
- lnstead of her brain? - Says who? - Here's my report.
You? lt's obviously fantasy, then.
Fact.
There's two witness statements to prove it.
See you at the adjudication.
l knew Fenner was out to nail me.
l might have guessed he'd pick the worst day of my life.
l'm amazed about Mr Hedges, though.
l thought he was a bit taken with you.
l certainly didn't have him down on my total bastard list.
Must have gone a bit dopey if we can't spot them in here.
Dress in uniform, lock you in your cell, make you call them 'sir'.
They've left enough clues of what they are.
All of them.
Yvonne l need a word.
Well, we know exactly the word for yousir.
Look, about what happened today, it's not what you think.
You know Fenner planted that shit on me.
And the one explanation that you helped him is you're scum.
l didn't have a bloody choice, Yvonne.
l swear.
l tried everything (Whispers) l'm sorry.
Well, you're definitely on your way to becoming a father.
- When can we tell its sex? - l don't want to know that.
You're right.
Maybe it's best for it to be a surprise.
lf you'd like to take this to reception, one of the nurses will take a blood sample.
Right, then.
l'll discuss item B.
We want a paternity test.
That won't be possible until after the baby is born.
l must be able to find out if it's mine before it has to be born.
There isn't a prenatal test available.
Look, l'm not asking for it free on the NHS but there must be a test you can do with all this DNA stuff.
l'm sorry but to attempt any invasive procedure on the foetus is exceptionally dangerous.
Not to mention unethical.
This is bloody unbelievable.
- Ju? - l couldn't sleep.
No, me, neither.
You've got to talk to me, Ju.
Please.
l'm doing me nut in trying to work out what's the matter.
lt isn't the exams.
Said l knew it weren't them, yeah? Come on, darling.
Spit it out.
Promise me you won't go off on one.
Give me your hand.
Now, l want you to close your eyes real tight.
And you tell me what you feel, yeah? Feel that? - That's a lump, innit? - Yeah.
Since when did you find it, Ju? Just this morning in the shower.
- Why didn't you tell me then? - l hoped it'd go away.
But every time l feel it it seems to get bigger.
You got to get it checked out.
First thing tomorrow, get you down to the doctor.
What if it's bleedin' cancer, Ju? lt don't have to be cancer.
What if it is, though? Get all sorts of lumpy boosies, innit? Probably turn out to be a cyst.
A bit of old gristle.
l read up about it on the lnternet.
lt said that nine out of ten lumps turn out to be all right.
Nine out of ten? There's ten lumps and nine's all right? And then one's cancer.
Pretty good odds though, innit? - Not with my bleedin' luck.
- Don't say that, Ju.
l mean, blimey, we come out of that fire all right.
Things have gotta be looking up for us now.
l bet you your lump's gonna be one of them good ones.
lt better had be, Ju.
Cos l can't face doing my time in here if l ain't never gonna get out alive.
(Sobs) Malcolm! l thought we'd got rid of you once.
l'm afraid l was recaptured.
- So you're our full-time SMO again? - Yeah.
lt's gratifying to know that Helen Stewart damaged her own career more than mine.
But l gather you're still under the heel of Miss Governor Betts.
Nearly binned her off but she got a reprieve.
lt's a shame this country ever stopped using the ducking stool.
Don't tell me they've brought that useless old pig back.
Just when you thought it was all going your way.
We could ask who unlocks me for work to book you in the doctor.
Get you first on the list.
Forget it, Ju.
l ain't ready for this yet.
- What do you mean? - l mean l don't want to know, OK? And l don't want nobody else to know.
Don't you go blabbing.
Else l'll not tell you nothing again.
We've got to do what's best for you.
lf you don't get it checked out, you'll just stress even more.
Yeah? Have you got any idea what it involves? lt ain't gonna be any worse than a punter giving you a grope.
They stick a needle in your boob, Ju.
And then they suck stuff out of it.
Me and needles is like you and snakes.
lmagine one of their fangs stuck into yours.
Yeah, well, l'd do anything to hang onto you, Ju.
l'd just have to force meself.
Well, nobody is forcing me.
And if you're so sure my lump ain't cancer, l ain't got nothing to worry about.
You've completely snookered me.
Don't be silly.
lf there was a test, l wouldn't be scared.
l know this baby is yours.
lt couldn't be anyone else's.
Why don't you trust me, Neil? You know the only man l want to be with is you.
lf you've done this to bring us closer, you're stupid.
You've stalked me, sent me poison pen letters and tricked me into shagging you.
You're the last person l'd raise a family with.
You're not fit to look after a goldfish.
You'll be all right for five minutes, won't you? - She's gone on part-time this week.
- Miss! She'd kill me if she knew l was talking to you about this but you used to be a nurse and l don't know what to do for her.
Calm down.
Who are you talking about? lt's Julie S, miss.
She's found a lump on her breast.
l'm referring her to the hospital for tests.
Mammogram, needle aspiration.
They won't do ultrasound.
Breast tissue's not firm enough.
The lump's palpable, isn't it? We'll see what the specialist says.
When will l know about the tests? When you're told.
Don't give advanced notice so you can plan an escape.
Obviously, you've not wasted your time developing your communication skills.
You're the bedside nurse, Miss Betts.
Yeah? And you're the shrivel-dicked old creep.
Come to escort me to my funeral now? Fenner planted some smack in here last week.
And l got rid of it.
Temptation got the better of you, did it? l didn't use it.
l flushed it.
That's why he's fitted you up tight this time.
And you had to do your duty and help him.
Now piss off.
l had no bloody choice, Yvonne.
lf l cross him, he'll dump me in it for what happened to Shell.
Took photos of you getting your tenner's worth, did he? We all know about Dockley's little earner with you wankers.
lt was her business.
None of us would have grassed her up.
Look, l'm the bastard who made Dockley freak out.
Fenner got her nutted off to save my bollocks.
When she was tucking her kid to sleep, l came looking for a hand job off her.
You don't have to teach me to feel like shit.
l just wanted you to know why.
You took a newborn baby off its mum so you wouldn't lose your job? - You got the lab reports? - As we thought, sir.
Cocaine.
Eight grams.
Not a known user.
So it's got to be intent to supply.
Karen? l'm sorry but l'm just not buying this.
Yvonne is not the kind of woman who goes to her son's funeral to score drugs.
lt's not hard to believe there'd be dealers in that family.
Easy enough to slip her shoe off under a pew for the purpose.
She was too bloody choked up to play cunning.
Aren't you letting your own feelings towards Ritchie get in the way? - No doubt in your mind, then? - Send her back through the system.
l doubt Area would appreciate any more public exposure.
Better we just bang her up down the block.
Agreed? lf you think Area want to risk provoking another grieving woman to suicide.
Stop her wages, put her down on basic.
You understand why you're here? Yeah.
Cos that bastard planted drugs on me and then got his two stooges to lie about it.
Cut the crap, Atkins.
You'll commit another offence if you abuse officers.
Con's word against theirs.
l can't win, can l? So what are you going to do to me to shut me up? Send me down the nuthouse like you did to Shell Dockley? That's enough, Atkins.
Tell me l did right by you, yeah? Going to Miss Betts? Yeah.
They'd just better book me in for those tests soon or l'll get worse nerves waiting to know when.
lt's brilliant her going with you for them.
You should take your Walkman with you.
Think of Ricky Martin instead of them doctors.
Why can't you get lumps somewhere you don't care about? Like on the end of your toe? Or on the end of blokes' knobs.
Best place for 'em.
Yeah.
They'd soon find a cure for it then, wouldn't they? You gonna come and help me with the lunch trolley? - ln a minute.
- l can't do it myself.
Get it out the lift and l'll be along, all right? She gets on my tits, her.
You'd better get along.
Come to chuck me out of my chintz? You know who l believe out of you and Fenner.
At least we know when we've both been stuffed.
Anyway, thanks for the loan of those.
Have you heard something l haven't about what happened to Shell? - Nothing l can use to help any of us.
- Maybe l could if you told me what.
l won't say where it's come from.
Just give me a lead.
Fenner's got all the witnesses.
You'd need an electric prod to get the truth out of them.
And they're more scared of him than they are you.
- Neil? - Yes, Di? l'm going in two minutes if you want a lift.
Do your own thing.
Don't mind me.
l know you brought someone home and l know they're still here.
- What's your point? - You've got a pregnant wife.
lf l had a hammer (Man humming) Tony? She's buzzed off on her broomstick.
lt's all safe.
(Humming continues) l hate rows.
What did she say? She won't be saying much more under this roof.
l'm getting rid.
Decision.
You don't have to be so hasty if there's something in it for you.
There's nothing l need a woman for any more.
l was a bloody fool to think there ever was.
- Colin.
- Morning.
l wanted to ask you about your report.
Well, there's nothing more to say.
l was walking past Dockley's room when she tried to smother her baby.
l meant about Yvonne Atkins.
You say you witnessed Jim Fenner finding the drugs.
- He showed them to me, yeah.
- But did you actually ? - Morning.
- Morning.
Did you actually see him find them inside her shoe? l was stood right there, wasn't l? What do you mean? Your statement seemed a bit vague in detail, that's all.
And so did your report on the Dockley incident.
Sorry.
lt's probably me not being too brilliant at writing.
Mm.
Miss! ls it true what Mr Fenner told us, that you's expecting? - Yes, Buki, it is.
- Wicked, man! How far are you gone? Far enough to feel like l'm gonna be a mum.
Babs, Miss Barker's gonna have a baby.
Really? That's wonderful news.
lt soon travels in this place.
- Will you bring it in? - Maybe.
You must be thrilled.
Both of you.
Nice one, Mr Grayling! Are you hoping it's a boy or a girl or you don't care? The latter of those options.
Momentissimo.
Could you make mine a tea, weak, one sugar, no milk in future? - What? - Little chat.
Lunch time.
- My office.
- Fine.
Seeing you look like shit makes me feel almost healthy.
l can't shake off this cold.
Where's mine, then? Have Di's.
She only had a sip and then she felt sick.
Sure Grayling didn't slip a morning after pill in it? You're the number one fixer around here.
And you're the fixer's mate.
Aren't you, mate? l had Karen Betts after me about my report again today.
She still ain't buying it went that way with Dockley nor Atkins.
We'll be fine so long as we hold the line, which l presume you did.
- Col? - Yeah.
Well, the next thing is to fit Atkins up for the big one.
We've got her well stoked up to turn slasher on me now.
l'm wrestling for my life, you come to the rescue, and grab the blade from her fist.
Well, that's what goes down on your next report.
l don't want anything to do with it.
Neil, it's Jim.
Looks like Karen's right about Colin Hedges' dodgy reports.
Word is he planted those drugs on Atkins cos she wouldn't give him a shag.
Same reason he said Dockley was trying to kill her baby.
Julie.
You've come to take me for me tests, ain't you? The taxi's outside.
As soon as you're ready.
(Both) We're ready.
Sooner got on with, sooner over and done with, yeah? ( Ricky Martin: Loaded) How was it? Ohl'll show you.
Oh, Ju.
They said they'd get the results back by tea time.
lt'll be all right, darling.
- l know it will.
- Yeah.
- You'll come with me, though, yeah? - Oh, course.
l hope that that was your last fling before you're a father.
Otherwise Gnasher is coming back.
You're not making me a father.
What l want is a divorce.
- Don't try and be funny.
- l'm serious.
And l want you to move out of my house so l can live in it with Tony.
You want Area Management told that Grayling is dumping his pregnant wife so he can shack up with a rent boy? You've been taking too many gay man's drugs.
Fortunately, Equal Ops doesn't allow that sort of language.
And l'm not frightened of it.
Out and proud.
That's me.
Only win-win solution for you - don't stand in my way.
Why don't you stick your key in somebody else's door? Yeah.
Difficult.
Wish l could do.
Can't.
What do you want? You know what l want, Yvonne.
You.
ln my bed.
And l want you.
Nailed to the floor with your lying tongue cut out.
Yeah.
Well, l ain't staying around to do any more favours for Fenner.
This job's paying for my kid's keep and my habit.
Plus if l jack it in, l'm homeless.
So all l can do is go off on sick and try to stay there.
Why don't you help me get Fenner busted? lf you want to get anywhere with me.
Do you? Jesus, Yvonne.
lf l could have got to meet you on the outside Go tell Betts what you've got on Fenner.
ls it a comprehensive diagnosis? Are you sure you want me to share your medical information with these others? Just get on with it, will you? Right.
The tests show that you have a 3 by 5cm tumour in the breast with malignant cells present and suspicious-looking lymph nodes.
You'll need surgery to remove the necessary tissue, after which you'll be advised on further tests and treatment.
He's saying it's cancer, miss? Cancer? Yes.
lt's Jim Fenner.
He planted that gear on Yvonne Atkins.
l saw him do it.
lf he finds out how we got that sperm, you'll also be looking for somewhere else to live.