Bad Girls (1999) s06e02 Episode Script

Yes! (Woman gasps, keys fall) (Panicked gasp) The door to the tunnel, it was locked from the outside, it was locked.
- Someone murdered her.
- Who? Fenner! l've found Yvonne Atkins.
Why would have closed the door? - Which would mean she was murdered.
- Let's not get ahead of ourselves.
We can't jump to conclusions cos of a few scratches.
You might not be able to, but l can.
- You did this to her! - Silly bitch got stuck trying to escape.
You wanted her dead! Everyone knew that! - Haven't they got anything better to do? - Finding a body not serious enough? Morning.
Everything all right? Yeah, fine.
- Back to working for a living.
- Looks like it.
lt was hardly worth buying a suit.
Looks like we're all in for a bit of a grilling, Sylv.
lt's no skin off my beak.
l've got nothing to hide.
- l'm scared for Colin Hedges.
- Why? We all know something was going on between him and Atkins.
- Did you see the state of him yesterday? - He did bite my head off for no reason.
You awake, Ju? Course l bleedin' am.
Couldn't sleep a wink.
Me neither.
l can't believe it, Ju.
- She was too good to die.
- Too good.
Down there, all alone.
She'd still be in her outfit from Babs's wedding.
To thinkall this time we was so happy for her.
- How'd it happen, Ju? - l don't know.
- l don't know.
- lt was Fenner's fault she tried to leg it! Oh, come on, Ju, don't.
lt's not doing you any good getting upset.
Let me do the crying, eh? Last thing l want is you being set back.
l don't care.
l'd give up my one good boob if it brought Vonne back.
Don't say that.
Listen, l want to talk to Miss Barker and see if we can go down there and lay some flowers.
- Oh, no, Ju, l couldn't face it.
- All right, all right, it don't matter.
Why don't you you write a card from both of us and l'll take it down.
Yeah.
(Door opens) - Ready? - Yes, sir.
We're gonna find out what happened to Yvonne, sir.
Come on.
Sir! We bloody better! You've no doubt noticed we've got police crawling all over.
How long will they be in our way? As long as it takes.
They want statements from all G Wing staff.
Colin, l want Yvonne Atkins' family and contact details from file, please.
They'll need to contact next of kin, arrange for the body to be handed over.
- Yes, ma'am.
- Thank you.
Night staff have had distressed women on their hands.
Expect more of that today.
Try to be tactful, avoid anything head-on.
We are all highly trained at dealing with sensitive situations.
Fine.
And l think it's about time l introduced myself to the wing.
l want them all in the atrium at breakfast.
- l've been looking forward to this.
- Too right.
Are there any questions? Good.
Unlock, please.
- l saw the police pulling up in the yard.
- They're here all day.
So we tell them.
- What? - We know Fenner wanted Yvonne dead.
We tell them what we saw.
How will you explain what you were doing down in the execution block? - Bastard! He can't get away with this.
- He won't.
But it doesn't need you opening your mouth about trying to escape.
Now, come on.
l spoke to Milly last night.
l told her everything.
She understands that by coming clean, she could go to prison.
But l've reassured her we've got a really strong case for defence.
- Are you sure about that? - She trusts us and she's up for it.
She knows that coming home to tell the truth's the only way and the truth is she killed your bastard of a dad, not you.
- Seems you've got it all sorted out.
- l have.
Just keep your head down.
lf that means taking it from Fenner, that's what you do.
All right.
His time's up, anyway.
The police investigation's gonna screw him.
lt'd better.
Oh, do my eyes deceive me or are we back in costume this morning? Someone's head going to roll for our dear departed friend? This morning is gonna be full of surprises.
We can't let this lot go to waste.
Look at everyone.
lt's a weep-fest.
l've got a hunch some pick-me-ups are in order.
The lock-down, it's meant we're almost out.
You must have had contingency stock.
Nah.
- So when do we get re-supplied? - Might be a while.
Start taking orders anyway.
Are you sure you want to do this on your own? - Yeah.
How else should l do it? - Well, l could introduce you.
- Smooth the way.
- No, l prefer it this way.
- What happened? l don't get it.
- Me neither.
Vonne never messed up.
- She always knew what she was doing.
- Always.
l'd never have tried to leg it like that.
l hate tunnels.
'Ere, what's going on? Look.
Jesus Christ! For those of you who don't know, my name is Frances Myers and l'm your new wing governor.
- Bitch from hell! - l knew l knew you! l said, didn't l? Why don't you all shut up and listen? l didn't pose as a con to trick you.
l went undercover to put away a woman suspected of trading in sex slaves.
Some of them as young as 12.
(Hushed murmuring) But what l came up against in here as a con angered me so things will change.
- On all sides, no exceptions.
- Yeah, right.
ln here, everyone answers to me.
There'll only be one bastard screw and you're looking at her.
(Women murmur derisively) Right, well l'm sure we'd all like to welcome Ms Myers to G Wing.
- Yeah.
- Get out the red carpet.
You'll have noticed we have a number of police officers investigating.
lnvestigating? l promise you that they'll leave no stone unturned in finding out exactly what happened to Yvonne Atkins.
So they reckon it wasn't an accident? She was killed? lt's a routine investigation into an unexplained death.
Keep your theories to yourself.
Where are all them white gal who come in here with me last night? Eh? Them is all give the pick of the place already, innit? They were all returnees.
There's no need for them to be inducted.
You going to go through every little ting? Let me help you Stand back from the table, please.
So what kinda job is this for you, then, sister? Eh? Make you feel all big and important? What you do? What you doin' with them? Biscuits and snacks can be purchased from the canteen.
Scared l'll carve somebody with Jammie Dodgers? You'll receive an information book which gives a list of allowed items.
l get it, man.
You can keep them.
Non-allowed items will be returned on the day of your release.
ls it a robot me chat to or what, sister? What if it weren't just an accident? We should know! l heard she got locked in on purpose.
- What? - What? - Do you know anything about that, sir? - Keep it shut, Yates.
- Rumours don't help anyone.
- You sure it's a rumour? - Where did you hear that? - She didn't.
She's trying to make trouble.
Somebody locked her in? Oh, God, you can't be serious.
l heard a couple of screws talking.
Why would l make it up? That's enough! Locked inand left to rot.
My God! Fenner wouldn't have done that, would he? Even he couldn't be that sick.
l don't know.
- l reckon he could.
- There's no ''reckon'' about it.
- This is serious.
- Bastard! - Murdering bastard! - Leave it out, all of yer! Any more stirring, you'll be on cell confinement.
(Shocked whispering) - Country of birth? - Jamaica.
Ethnic origin? - Afro-Caribbean.
You happy with that? - l is overjoyed! - Do you have a religion? - Uh-hm.
- Me a Rastafarian.
- That's not a religion.
(Splutters) What is you? Lord God Almighty? lt isn't recognised by the Prison Service.
Shall l register you as nil religion? ls because you can't abuse me cos you is a sister so you disrespect me else way! l is a Rastafarian.
So you'll be requiring a vegetarian diet.
Me have to eat meat, man.
The doctor say.
- But l take ganja.
- l don't think so.
Rule 47.
''lt is an offence to administer'' How you mean? lt's part of my spiritual belief.
You gotta let me smoke wisdom weed or you oppress me! There'll be no cannabis, but you may retain dreads and keep your stereo.
Murderer! Who said that? - l said, who was that? - Killer! (Women) Killer! Killer! (Women all murmur) Killer! - Murderer! - (Women) Killer! Murderer! Killer! (Women) Killer! Murderer! (Women continue chanting) l'm warning the lot of you, Shut it! (Kris) Or what? Lock us all in a hole? Kill us all? (Chanting) Killer, killer, killer Lock-down right now! - (Myers) l said in your cells now! - (Chanting continues) He killed her! Just like he said he would! What the hell are you playing at, you stupid bitch? He didn't just kill her, he tortured her.
Shut your mouth! You don't know what you're getting messed up in! Fenner's a murderer, l know that.
What are you gonna do about it? That'll be all, Hedges.
Get out.
Get off me! This is all down to you, isn't it? Well, l bet you feel really pleased with yourself, don't you, eh? One more word from that fat, murdering lezzer gob of yours What are you gonna do? Murder me, too? Anything the matter, Geeson? - What's going on? - Three-ring flippin' circus! - Who's this? - Darlene Cake.
Likes to talk.
Get you nowhere in here.
No one's going to notice another big mouth.
Come on.
- Me enjoy meeting you, sister.
- Oi.
Now, stop that.
Walk properly.
Police are ready to start interviewing.
You're up first.
- Why me? - You seem to be top of everyone's list.
That bunk belonged to one of your kind.
She's got out.
Living with rich people now.
And the other one was occupied by our very own Picasso so take your pick.
lf you know what's good for you, behave yourself.
- l don't want no trouble.
- Mm, heard that before.
Meet Pinky and Perky.
Right flippin' pair! All right? - l'm Tina and this is Al.
- All right? Oi! What do you think you're doin'? - They make my eyes hurt.
- Fuckin' hell! Who's she think she is? One thing you can learn straight away, me not take no shit, you understand? l don't want them tings on the wall so they not stay there! Aye, all right, man.
Don't want no trouble.
Cons stick together round here.
Us against the screws.
Better that way, eh? lt's all cool, then, innit? My name's Darlene.
We're going to have a right laugh in here, eh? Ayeright.
You can go and put up them pictures, it's all right.
You found Officer Hedges, raised the alarm.
You also found his keys in a different part of the prison.
Yeah, l came across Hedges, butby the time l found the keys, almost every officer on duty was involved in searching.
- lt could've been anyone.
- But it was you.
How would you describe your relationship with Yvonne Atkins? Well, we didn't get on.
Anyone will tell you.
But l'm not paid to love the prisoners, just to lock 'em up.
She had a lot of enemies.
Like her old man who she had bumped off.
Open secret in here.
No shortage of candidates to slam the door on her and turn the key.
Hm.
Hard to see how another inmate would've had the opportunity.
lt looks like it'd have had to have been an officer or a works staffer and that doesn't add up, does it? How would you describe Yvonne Atkins? Poison.
Thought she ruled the roost.
Did she have a lot of influence over other prisoners? Over any with a brain-shaped space between their ears, which is most.
- How did it go down with the officers? - Always one who fancies herself.
You accept it and get on with things.
She wasn't popular with your colleagues, seen as a troublemaker? There's one took a shine to her.
More than a shine if you listen to some.
- And that would be? - Colin Hedges.
Can you be sure he had a close personal relationship with her? Fairly sure.
And to see his reaction over the last couple of days.
Maybe he liked her and he's upset she's dead.
lt doesn't suggest anything more.
Possibly.
Relationships between prisoners and male officers are always complicated.
There are pressures, strains.
Things can easily get out of hand.
ln your opinion, that may have happened here? At the end of the day, you'll have to ask Colin about that.
l swear, you open your gob in there What you gonna do, Fenner? Want me to tell you? Nothing! Cos you're screwed, mate! Tell them l'm a smack-head.
l don't care.
Face it, this time it's really over.
(Door opens) - All right, Steve? - How's it going? The tunnel door was locked from the outside? Absolutely.
There'd be no way to open it from the inside.
But the cell door keys were found some distance off.
By Principal Officer Fenner.
Since the inmates didn't have access, were someone to have locked Atkins in, that someone would have to be on staff.
Almost certainly.
Before we get on to the specifics, a number of your colleagues mentioned your relationship with Yvonne Atkins.
- How do you mean? - Was there more to it than the usual officer-prisoner relationship? Oh.
Well No.
Why would your colleagues suggest that there was? Dunno.
l can't answer that.
We were l liked her.
As a friend? Close friend? Girlfriend? - Are you all right? - Yeah, fine.
Can't have been on too friendly terms the day she tried to escape.
- What do you mean? - According to Principal Officer Fenner, you were found on the floor of the toilet where Atkins attacked you.
ls that right? Officer Hedges? l - lt wasn't Atkins who attacked me.
- What? What l'm saying is .
.
Atkins wasn't there.
Fenner was.
lt was Fenner who attacked me, not Atkins.
Lunch.
Let's be having you.
- Knock along with me if you like.
- No, it's all right.
No problem.
People see you with me, they'll know you're OK.
- l forget to brush my teeth, innit? - l'll wait for ye.
What's the matter with you? You don't listen so good? l want to be by myself.
All right.
Je-sus! Now, come out of me face! Now! He's just trying to get as many variations of what happened that day as possible.
No, no, you didn't hear him.
How he was with me.
Time was, the police and us were on the same bloody side.
Us against the scum.
Not any more.
But you haven't done anything.
He can think what he likes.
Besides, l told him all about Colin Hedges.
l think he was dead interested.
(Nails scraping) Jesus! Jim? What's wrong? Jim? l'd forgotten how much l love lock-down.
Breaks my heart letting them out again.
- What's the matter? - Nothing.
Have we all been in for our grilling? Wonder how Romeo got on.
She doesn't have any keys with her and she's locked in.
And they were found by Fenner in another part of the prison.
l'm getting conflicting reports from Hedges and Fenner.
- Think one of them's hiding something? - l'm almost certain of it.
While my officers search for evidence, l'll have to question them further.
Keep me informed of any developments.
Of course.
l wouldn't be surprised if one of your officers is implicated.
You lost something? No.
l mean, ljust a T-shirt.
Seem like l never made myself clear.
l don't take no shit from no one, you understand? What you have there belong to me.
Now, leave them where you find them.
Good.
And don't go chat to no one.
Ladies Everything all right? - Thought l'd come and introduce myself.
- So who are you? Someone used to things going her way round here.
Top dog, you could call me.
Top dog? l think maybe l call you something else.
lf you want to hang on to your gear, listen carefully and do what you're told.
- l ain't got no drugs.
- Let's not waste time.
Why you think that? lt's cos l'm black, innit? You racist bitch! Call an officer, shall l? As for.
.
uma little spin of the cell? Maybe we can talk about some tings.
l can't tell you how thrilled l am to hear you say that.
But take me for a idiot and you'll regret big time! This isn't about ripping you off.
The DST come onto this wing as regularly as clockwork.
l have the only place guaranteed to keep stuff out of screws' reach.
- Guaranteed? - l'll arrange a rendezvous for transfer.
l'll only require a very modest cut for my services.
You're not one to get on the wrong side of.
Believe that.
- How did it go? - Good, yeah.
- What did you tell them? - Justwhat happened, that's all.
All right? Where have you been hiding? Needed a little.
.
uhpick-me-up, did you, after your grilling? - Wasn't much of a grilling, actually.
- (Phone rings) G Wing.
OK, l'll tell him.
He wants to see you again.
Detective Harwell.
l'm getting the impression that you and Atkins had the knives out for each other.
Oh, come off it.
l didn't kill her, for God's sake.
l'm not gonna take on the Atkins family.
They could sort me out any time they liked.
What happened to her could have been an accident.
- An accident? - Atkins attacked Hedges, got his keys.
She could have created a diversion.
What makes you so certain she attacked Hedges? l found him.
She'd got his keys off him.
Officer Hedges told a different story.
- Hedges? Well, he's got plenty to hide.
- You sound like a desperate man.
Hedges is certain you attacked him.
Why would he say that? - All right.
Look, me and Hedges - (Phone rings) Harwell.
Right.
Thanks.
lt seems like the keys you found didn't belong to Atkins.
What? My officers have just found the keys in the cell.
Seems that theyfell down the grate by the tunnel door or maybe she dropped them there, thought she wouldn't need them again.
l don't suppose we'll ever know for sure, but it seems like .
.
we're not looking for a culprit after all.
Well.
Respect, man! - Cake, what are you doing in there? - She just showin' me the place.
l know how difficult it can be as a new prisoner.
lf you want to stay out of trouble, you'll keep away from this one for starters.
- Wing governor wants to see you.
- Why? l done nothin'.
For your induction interview.
Come on.
Told you, didn't l? Do it my way or consider yourself screwed.
- You had to be the tough guy.
- l told him it was you who attacked me.
- l owe that much to Yvonne.
- Really? lt doesn't make a blind bit of difference.
They found the keys down by the cell.
lt means l'm in the clear.
Youwellthere's the smack, slipping it to Atkins, that business with Shell.
- No.
- You should never have taken me on.
Only ever gonna be one result.
- l want you to really work the place.
- What about Myers? She's all mouth.
She's a girl scout sent to do a bastard's job.
But just to be on the safe side, l'm taking all drugs off the wing that we don't need.
- We need to find a special hiding place.
- Right.
Here? Aye.
Perfect.
Any of yous fancy something for later? Smack, hash? - Bit of hash? - Yeah, go on.
Not sure if we could hack tonight otherwise.
Thinking about Vonne rotting away is doing my nut in.
Nonot for me, ta.
- lt's top gear.
- Yeah? What's the damage? Next canteen visit, three-quid phone card.
Go on, then.
Just keep it till lock-down, eh? - You ready? - Yes, miss.
- Ju, don't forget this.
- l'm sure she'll appreciate it, Julies.
Four years for GBH.
Glassed someone in a pub.
Why? She diss me bad.
She didn't give me no choice.
So you shoved a broken glass in her face? l stand by me actions! Made plenty of sense.
How's that? Answer the question and sit down.
My temper go and lose itself when l get pricked about.
Mine, too.
Let's say l diss you.
What happens then? No reason why you go and disrespect me, miss.
Let's hope not.
- Ain't you coming down, miss? - No, l think l'll stay here.
Sir, what you doin'? No! No! No! Oh, please God, no! (Hedges gasps for air) (Sobs) - So case closed.
- lt works.
She dropped the keys, closing the door before realising the tunnel was blocked.
- So no charges will be brought at all? - No.
Well, no one can say we haven't thoroughly looked into it.
- Come on, someone locked her in there.
- We'll never prove that.
- No, we won't because we haven't tried.
- We have.
We've accommodated the police who did a full investigation.
Let's leave it there.
- About Principal Officer Fenner.
- Yes? Something not right.
Just an observation.
Thank you.
She wouldn't let me in, wouldn't let me close.
lf she lf she'd been able to trust me l didn't know.
l mean, that you liked her.
We really did, too.
l didn't like her l loved her! (Di from above) Julie, are you OK? Coming, miss.
Don't you go and do nothing stupid, now.
- You can't say anything to anyone! - l tell Julie everything.
Not this! Promise me! - Promise me! - OK.
Promise.
(Di) That's it now, Julie.
- ls everything all right? - Yeah, fine.
Rather you than me.
This place gives me the creeps.
Milly's flight gets in on Friday.
l've swapped shifts to go and pick her up.
l'll take her back to the flat.
lt'll work out, babes, l promise it will.
l've got one of the best kids' lawyers to see her next week.
- Yeah? - Tell you what, she's scary.
l wouldn't want to go up against her.
Ready for that drink now shift's finished? - Yeah.
- Looks like you need it.
- Business brisk? - Aye.
- Everyone just wants to get out of it.
- And who are we to refuse them? - Where are we with dispensing? - Nearly done.
Make sure the night yard girl buries everything else when you've finished.
We need to keep ahead of the Medusa.
- l can rely on you, can't l? - Aye, course.
- l don't trust anyone else in here.
- Me neither.
Good.
Oh, you're an angel! Where did it come from? From me.
Caring about you as a friend in need.
Oh, bless you! Oh, God! Oh! Don't take it all at once.
l might cook something special tonight now that everything's sorted.
- Hm? - Dinner.
What do you fancy? - l'm not hungry.
- You've got to eat.
Whatever.
You choose.
(Barman scraping) Heycut it out, will you? lt's going right through me.
lf it's not quiet enough for you, go somewhere else.
- (Scraping continues) - (Coughing) Help me! (Scraping) (Man) Jesus! Jesus! SHUT UP! You're paying for that, you mad bastard! - Sorry, l didn't mean - Too late.
You're barred.
Get out.
- Please, just take me home, will you? - Course, course.
lt's all right.
We'll be there in no time, eh? Damn it! You stupid, gluttonous bitch! Shit! - See you tomorrow.
- (Buzzer) - Night shift can look after that.
- You're coming with me.
- But my shift's finished.
- YOU will be if you don't come with me! - (Bev gasps) - They're coming.
Just hold on.
(Gasps) l'm dying! No, you are not.
You almost deserve to die, though, do you know that? lf you could see yourself.
lf you've blown this for me, l'm going to finish you off myself.
Get out of the way.
- What has she taken? - How should l know? - Tell me! - (Panicked gasps) Her pupils are pinpricks.
Get the medics in here.
We need Narcan.
Tell them we've got an overdose.
And DST.
l want this place turned sideways.
- (Bang) - Jim! (Di) Hey, hey, hey, it's all right, it's all right.
Something's not right.
lt's too quiet.
There's no night calls.
Come on.
Open up.
Here.
Off their faces.
l want the whole wing searched.
Can't it wait till morning? You question one more order and l swear it'll be the last thing you do here.
(Sighs) Oh, dear.
l could've sworn we've already done this.
You won't be able to fart in this place without me knowing about it.
When you get to the end, start again.
lf l find anything, you're mine for a very long time.
But my heart belongs to Daddy.
Let me.
You're under the microscope 24-7 till you give me what l want.
Cellular confinement.
lf she dies, Oswyn, it's on your head.
What's that smell? My God! Plenty of sharps round here, ain't there, girls? - Got all sorts.
- Yeah, we got all sorts round here.
Plenty of girls could do damage with 'em, right, Ju? Serious damage, Ju.
l'm big on discipline.
Might be something to do with being an ex-cop.
Take your trousers off.