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“Bad Girls” Recaps: Episode 1.10 “Love Hurts”

THIS WEEK’S RAP SHEET:

The gift-giver: Yvonne knows what everyone wants.

The genuine: Nikki makes a heartfelt speech.

The grateful: Monica survives.

Breakfast time – Dominic tries to wake Yvonne Atkins (the newbie who arrived at Larkhall at the end of the last episode) for breakfast. She’s wearing a mask and has earplugs in, so she doesn’t hear him knocking on the door. He goes in to wake her up. Yvonne thinks his is a pretty nice face to wake up to.

Yvonne: I’ve been here almost a fortnight. Where have you been hiding yourself?

Dominic: I’ve been on holiday.

Yvonne: Oh, really? Anywhere nice?

I love the way Yvonne just sort of gets comfy, as if she’s ready to have a good chat – even though she’s in her nightie. And is in prison, talking to a screw. Way to look on the bright side! Also, I kind of dig your accent so far, Yvonne.

Dominic went to Rhyl for his holiday. I once dated someone who lived there. She was sort of ashamed to be from there, so I don’t know what to think of Dominic’s vacation standards.

Dom gets a little annoyed with Yvonne’s lusty looks and insists that she get out of bed. She calls him “gorgeous” and makes a big show of staring at his ass as he leaves. Yep, I like you, Yvonne!

Monica’s cell – Do you still have your pills, Monica? Yes? Good to know. We’ve all missed them, having become so very familiar with them in the last episode. Thank you for transferring them from the toothpaste tube to a piece of pink cloth. They deserve all the love and affection you can give them.

Her casa is his casa – Helen is getting ready for work. Sean tells her Simon called yesterday; at first she thinks he means her boss, Simon Stubberfield. But he’s referring to a friend of theirs who wants to use the flat while they’re on their honeymoon. Sean has given his permission – never mind that it’s not his flat. Helen doesn’t seem pleased.

Helen: Whatever you say.

Sean: Well, hang on.

Helen: [brushing past him] I’m late.

Gosh, Sean, whatever can that mean? Do you ever get the feeling that maybe Helen doesn’t really like you all that much, let alone want to marry you? You do look a little startled, so maybe it’s finally starting to sink in.

Breakfast – Yvonne is smoking and relaxing and surveying the crowd. Nice French inhale, Yvonne.

Zandra sits with Monica, Crystal and Nikki. Zan says Monica will soon be eating in posh restaurants, but Monica doesn’t think she should be so sure that her appeal will work out. Well, not if you pop those pills first, you mean.

Julie S. stops by with a petition to get open visits reinstated. (I got this wrong in the last recap: “Closed visits” doesn’t mean no visits at all; it means no touching and a glass divider between inmate and visitor.)

Julie S.: [to Crystal] And you. You just better stay out my way, because I could smack your face for what you said to that newspaper.

Could you? ‘Cause I’d kind of enjoy that.

Julie S. says Nikki’s going to take the petition up to Miss Stewart.

Julie S.: You think she’s really on our side. Don’tcha, Nik?

Nikki: Wouldn’t count on it.

Julie S.: Hey?

Nikki: Don’t think Helen Stewart’s on anyone’s side except her own.

Julie S.: I thought you really liked her.

Nikki: Yeah? Well, think again.

Nikki says if she delivers the petition, Helen will just rip it up. Julie S. looks thoroughly confused. You know how love is, Julie: It makes people crazy and morose. Especially when you know what you’re missing.

Helen’s office – There’s a letter on Helen’s desk. It’s from the Open University, and it’s addressed to Nikki Wade, c/o Helen Stewart. See, Helen? Even the Open University knows Nikki’s heart is in your hands. Be careful with it!

Elsewhere, Shell whines to Denny because nobody likes her anymore. Denny says Shell picked on the wrong screw. Speaking of picking on screws, in the background, Yvonne is smirking at Hollamby. Sorry, were you saying something, Shell? I can’t listen if Yvonne is going to insist on wearing a tank top.

Crystal stops by to see if Shell wants to go pray with her.

Shell: No, I don’t, nutter.

Crystal: Hey?

Shell: I’ve given up all your stupid God bollocks, Crystal, ’cause it don’t change nothin’.

Crystal: Gonna change where you go when you die, two-faced bitch.

Hee. Guess you can turn the Christian behavior on and off pretty easily, Crystal.

Shell leaves. Denny looks over at Yvonne and gets a small smile from the tank-topped newcomer. Denny gets kind of squirmy and grins to herself. I’m with you, Den: This one seems like she might be a badass hottie.

And she seems to know how to make friends, too: Yvonne tells everyone to help themselves to her cigarettes. The others are aghast but grateful. I’m aghast because Yvonne has just stood up and revealed that she’s wearing leather pants.

The aftermath – Nikki has been summoned to Helen’s office. Helen tries to be businesslike; she tells Nikki she’s making arrangements for the Open University exam. But Nikki won’t let it go so easily:

Nikki: Thought you’d given up taking an interest in me, Miss.

Helen: Oh, look.

Nikki: Why have you been avoiding me, then?

Helen: [fixing her with a stern stare] You know what I’m avoiding.

Nikki: Why don’t you tell me?

Helen: Oh, for goodness’ sake, Nikki. All I’ve been trying to do is to help you to do yourself some good. Because I don’t want you to waste your potential. [pausing as Nikki stares at her smolderingly] You had no right taking advantage of me.

Nikki: Well, put me down the block, then. Go on. Rule 47, subsection 16 [standing up and stepping behind Helen’s desk], being disrespectful to the wing governor [leaning on Helen’s desk] by kissing her.

I just got a little chill. Your tone is sexy enough, Nikki; did you have to work in some cleavage too?

Nikki grumbles that maybe Helen expects her to apologize. She takes the Open University packet and tries to make a dramatic exit, but Helen stops her.

Helen: Honestly. I’m telling you, if you carry on like this, one of us is gonna have to leave Larkhall. I mean it.

Nikki just stares at her for a moment and then leaves. How can you resist that, Helen? I’m a sucker for soulful brown eyes, and Nikki’s are especially deep sometimes.

Anyway, Helen, she’s not the only one carrying on. You’re just not doing it quite so openly, and maybe you haven’t even recognized it yourself yet.

Yvonne plays along – Hollamby tells Yvonne it’s against regulations to give away your property. She tells Yvonne to think twice next time she wants to hand out cigarettes, or she’ll go “on report.”

Yvonne: I’ll do that, Miss. Twice?

Yvonne holds up two fingers in the way that means “f— you” in the U.K. Hee. An (American) friend of mine did that once at a bar in Manchester – she was asking for two pints and didn’t know what the gesture meant. The barkeep wasn’t happy. Neither is Hollamby.

But Hollamby has bigger, or at least louder, fish to fry: Crystal is singing “Kumbaya” as loudly as she can. She’s wailing on her guitar and giving it some soul – it’s pretty damn funny. Hollamby just finds it annoying, but Yvonne is amused.

Yvonne: But we all like a nice happy, clappy tune [looking at Hollamby’s nametag], Sylvia. Don’t we, girls?

Hollamby: [offended by the use of her first name] Miss!

Yvonne: Well, it cheers us up, doesn’t it, Miss?

Oh, the joy of Hollamby’s twisted-up face! You’ve really gotten to her, Yvonne. And to me, too: Your lipstick is all wrong, and your clothes are kind of ridiculous and campy, but your attitude? Hot.

Hollamby goes right to the wing office and whines to Dominic. She says that when Yvonne was on remand (awaiting trial), she had 22 pairs of shoes in her cell. That could mean she’s a rich bitch (as Hollamby’s implying), but it could also mean she’s got, um, tendencies. Lesbians love shoes.

Plotting – The two Julies are doing a mop dance. I don’t really know how else to explain it: They’re singing “La Cucaracha” and spinning their mops around. Hey, it passes the time.

Yvonne interrupts and asks them if they want to be in the Larkhall Tabernacle Gospel Choir. Her theory is that if they all make a lot of noise, the screws will eventually give in and let them have open visits again.

Julie J.: [as Yvonne walks away] Clever, i’n’t she?

Frightfully.

Dreaming – Nikki thinks Monica is lucky she’s about to get out of “this s—hole,” not knowing exactly how far out of it Monica intends to get.

Nikki: San Francisco, that’s where I’d be headed. Just start a whole new life.

Monica: Then why don’t you put your mind to it, Nikki? You could appeal. Well, I mean, surely someone would take your case.

Nikki: [scoffing] What, a lesbian cop-killer? Yeah, very tabloid-friendly, that.

I hope you eventually get out of this chain-smoking, sniping mode, Nikki, but it’s sort of entertaining at the moment. But San Francisco? Could you have chosen someplace more stereotypically gay? Nice place, though; just a little obvious. I mean, we Americans never base anything on English stereotypes. Of course not.

Yvonne’s induction meeting – Helen explains that every prisoner serving over 12 months is allocated a personal officer, who’s responsible for looking after the inmate’s particular interests. Yvonne requests Dominic, but Helen chuckles and says she doesn’t get to choose. She gets Officer Hollamby. Helen also warns Yvonne that being rich won’t help her in Larkhall. Yvonne just smiles as if to say, “That’s what you think, love.”

Whining – In the wing office, Shell asks Dominic when she’ll be put back on Enhanced; after all, she’s the one who caught Lorna, the “bent screw.” She tries to flirt with him in that pouty, petulant, let-me-put-my-chest-in-your-face way. She asks him to put in a good word for her.

Dominic: I’ve only got one word for you.

I’m always bad at this sort of thing. What do you mean, Dom? Give us the word! But even without the specifics, it’s enough to make Shell stop flirting. Instead, she threatens to tell someone Dom tried to feel her up. He just throws her out.

More induction – Helen encourages Yvonne to take a close look at the property rules. Yvonne says she’s already done that.

Helen: Then make sure you understand that there are no exceptions allowed.

Yvonne: Well, I kind of gathered that by the three exclamation marks you got put there.

Yvonne!!! I’ve exclaimed thrice in appreciation of your dry wit.

Yvonne points out a property rule that seems to say that every prisoner can have a guitar. Helen says that it means exactly what it says. She’s saved by the bell, sort of: Sean calls. Helen asks if she can ring him back, but he says, “No, you can’t.” Sean, you inbred ingrate. Helen works in a prison. Your worries about your smug little wedding are not as important as the lives of badasses like Yvonne.

Helen asks Yvonne to step out into the hall so she can take the call. Yvonne does as she’s told – and happily eavesdrops. She tells Dominic as much when he comes to escort her back to her cell. She proceeds to flirt with him some more, but he tells her to “cut the crap” and get back on the wing before he puts her on report.

Yvonne: Mmm. You really are an hard man, aren’t you?

Snicker. (And no, the “an” is not a typo; it’s part of Yvonne’s sexy dialect.)

Shopping – Yvonne is next in line at the canteen. She asks for “a bottle of Bolly and a 10-inch vibrator.” This gets a hearty laugh from the others in line. Seeing that she has an audience, Yvonne also points to the notice board, where there’s some information about the Larkhall Tabernacle Choir’s first practice.

Since Yvonne can’t have what she really wants, she asks for fags (cigarettes) instead. Hollamby forks them over with a healthy helping of resentment. Monica’s next; she asks for 12 pounds worth of phone cards. Huh? Do the pills want to call their mums before you swallow them?

A delivery – It seems someone has ordered 12 guitars for the Larkhall Tabernacle Gospel Choir. They are delivered to the chaplain, who’s a little surprised. When Hollamby finds out Yvonne arranged the whole thing, she nearly spits out her own teeth.

Hollamby: Atkins! Over my dead body.

But rules are rules: The guitars are distributed to the members of the choir, who are, after all, entitled to permitted property items. Denny, for one, is looking forward to rocking out.

Denny: Thanks, Yvonne.

Yvonne: I know you’ll be a natural, love.

I swear, one “love” from those lips, and I’d swoon. I know she’s nothing like my other true love (Helen), but Yvonne is magnetic. Denny knows what I mean.

Monica’s cell – Monica has moved on to fondling phone cards instead of pills. She carefully folds them into a towel. What is it about her deliberate motions that is so maddening?

In the bathroom queue, Monica exchanges the phone cards for something we’re not allowed to see yet. She carries the something (which is in a towel just like the phone cards were) back to her cell. She’s holding it like it’s a baby. Oh, my God! Monica has smuggled in a new son for herself!

Sorry. That was completely insensitive of me. And it’s incorrect: The towel is really hiding four little bottles of vodka. I wonder what those are for?

Rehearsal – Yvonne is handing out chord sheets for “Kumbayah.” The two Julies are disappointed.

Julie S.: But we wanted to learn something from Easy Rider.

Julie J. joins in and says “Easy Rider,” too. It’s so silly when these two are in stereo. They add that they wanted to sing something for “Biker Boy” – Dominic – on his birthday. Yvonne asks why they call him Biker Boy. They say they’ve seen him in his leathers.

Julie S.: I mean, easy ride or what, eh, Ju?

Julie J.: Ooh. Eaaasy.

Yvonne is certainly intrigued. And she’s wearing a tank top again, which certainly intrigues me.

Shell wants to know why Denny’s participating in the choir. She asks Denny whether she fancies Yvonne; Denny just says no. Yvonne interrupts and asks if everything’s OK.

Shell: You wanna be scared of me, Atkins.

Yvonne: I don’t do scared.

Goose bumps!

Shell, desperate for attention, takes Fenner to her cell. But he’s not interested in anything she has to say, even when she takes his hand and puts it on her breast. I have a brief flashback to the Helen-Nikki potting shed scene, but I’m also sort of sickened by this, so I’m just confused.

Shell threatens to “fix” Fenner the way she fixed Lorna. He smiles sweetly, then smashes her face into the wall. Shell bleeds and cries. Even toxic Shell gets my sympathy where foul Fenner is concerned. That guy probably kicks puppies on the weekends.

Monica’s cell – Nikki stops by for a visit to wish Monica well; she’s going to court tomorrow. Or at least that’s what Nikki thinks. But some things just don’t seem right. Monica has packed up everything, including the suit Nikki expected her to wear to court. And then there’s the fact that Monica herself seems very out of it. Her speech is slurred, and she can’t quite focus on anything.

Nikki tries to figure out why Monica’s lying to her. Monica says, “You’re too late, Nikki,” and passes out. Next thing you know, an impromptu EMT squad (consisting of the two Julies and Nikki) is pouring water down Monica’s throat, trying to snap her out of it.

The rehearsal – As Yvonne and Denny strum their guitars, Yvonne makes an observation:

Yvonne: Look at old Bodybag over there. Got a face like a busted arsehole.

She’s not wrong. Hollamby is especially dour today.

Elsewhere, Crystal asks Zandra what chord she thinks she’s playing.

Zandra: Chord zed?

Crystal: There ain’t no chord zed.

Zandra: Well, sounds like there are loads to me.

Zan, you’re not around much, but when you show up, we all listen – and laugh. Yvonne calls everyone to order and asks Crystal to lead them in. It sounds “bloody horrible,” as Yvonne expected it to, but it’s also really bloody loud. And that’s the whole point.

Saving a life – The two Julies and Nikki are pacing back and forth with Monica and trying to get her to vomit. They’re doing this by forcing strong coffee down her throat. That would never make me sick; I’d just ask for more. But it eventually works for Monica.

Sympathy for the devil – Denny wants Shell to come sing with everyone. She notices the blood on her face, but Shell doesn’t want to talk about it.

Shell: Piss off back to your new girlfriend.

The warped fun-house mirror she’s staring into makes everything seem even worse. Why even give them mirrors if they’re going to be such nightmare-inducing ones?

The wing office – Fenner asks Dawn (the inmate who just seems to show up when needed for the plot) to make him some tea. He takes the plastic wrapper off a magazine – a fishing magazine, because that’s what a dumbass he is – and settles in to relax. But then the phone rings. As he answers it, Dawn sneaks the plastic into her pocket.

Loud and proud – That is such a cacophony! Who knew “Kumbaya” could be so deafening?

Hollamby interrupts and says the rehearsal is over. Yvonne insists that they still have 15 minutes left, but Hollamby says no. Crystal says there’s an easy way to get some peace: just support the petition for open visits. Hollamby just says lockup is in 5 minutes.

Yvonne: Remember, girls: Guitars come under the heading “in-cell hobbies.” So keep practicing till lights out.

Denny pumps her fist, and everyone cheers.

Monica awakens – Monica is angry with Nikki and the two Julies. She says she made her choice; she wanted to be with Spencer. Just to complicate everything, Helen arrives. They all greet her a little too happily, which makes her suspicious.

Helen: What’s goin’ on in here?

I don’t know what’s cuter: her little smile or the way she drops the G on the word “going.” Or her suit. Or all of the above.

They spin a story about Monica’s “pretrial nerves.” Helen’s suspicion only increases when they tell her Monica’s been sick.

Lockup – Helen visits Nikki’s cell. Hey, Helen: The last time you were there, you were locking lips with Nikki instead of locking the door. Remember? I’ll bet you wish you could forget.

Helen: Did Monica take an overdose?

Nikki: What?

Helen: I want a straight answer, Nikki.

Nikki: [amused] Straight.

And that’s why this show is so superior: I don’t have to fill things in. Ordinarily, I’d be screaming, “Straight! Ha ha!” and my girlfriend would be rolling her eyes and telling me to simmer down.

Helen: She could have died, and you took that risk with her. I don’t understand you. How could you have been so irresponsible?

Nikki: Oh, Jesus.

Helen: Well, what the hell were you thinking of?

Nikki: You.

Helen: What?

Nikki: I did it to protect you.

Helen is stunned and speechless.

The last chorus – Yvonne is hollering “kumbaya” at the top of her lungs and banging the hell out of her guitar. Hollamby interrupts and asks for the petition. Well done, Yvonne.

Helen’s flat – The minute Helen gets home, Sean tells her to keep her coat on; they’re going out for a “cheap and cheerful.” If Sean’s there, it’ll be a “whiny and woeful.” He encourages Helen to talk to their friends about her hen night (bachelorette party). Helen says she doesn’t want one. Sean just keeps prattling; he suggests they meet up after they go to court tomorrow, so Helen can help him choose a suit. After all that, he finally decides to ask Helen about her day.

Sean: So, did you beat anyone up today?

Helen: Just the one.

Sean: Who, Fenner?

Helen: No. Nikki Wade.

Sean: What? Your golden girl?

Helen: I think she thinks she’s in love with me.

Sean: What?

Helen: Don’t sound so surprised.

Sean: What happened?

Helen: She tried to drag me into her cell and kiss me.

Sean says that’s assault, but I think to Helen, it’s more of a fantasy.

Let’s see, Sean. Helen ignores most of your wedding comments, doesn’t want to help you plan the ceremony, recoils from your touch, and likes to talk about Nikki. Were you any good at maths when you were in school? Because it seems like it’s all adding up to you being a big fat zero.

Monica’s day in court – Monica’s still not very excited about her appeal, but she apologizes to Nikki for “putting her to so much trouble.”

Monica: I don’t know what to say.

Nikki: Well, how about starting with “I feel bloody ashamed of myself”? Look around you, Monica. Look at all of these women stuck in here. They’d give anything to be in your shoes today. Look at the Julies. Julie J., she’s lost her three kids to that bastard husband. Zandra: You’ve seen the hell she’s been through – beaten up, dumped by her fiancé. What a great start for a baby. Denny, she’s had her whole life wasted. She’ll be in and out of here forever. And me, Monica. Do you know what it feels like having to face another 10 years of this? But we all struggle along trying to make the best of things. And when someone like you says you’d rather be dead than free … I’m sorry. Everyone who gets out of here gets out for all of us.

Very well done, Mandana Jones. Soulful brown eyes and a big brain – no wonder the gov can’t stop thinking about you.

Monica gets it. She starts to cry. Nikki says fondly, “Shut up; you’ll spoil your face.”

Helen arrives to take Monica to court. As Monica stands up, Helen’s gaze falls on Nikki, who is stiffly trying to ignore her. But Helen takes the opportunity to speak her mind while Monica says her goodbyes.

Helen: Nikki. Don’t think that I condone what you did last night. But I am grateful.

Nikki: [stomping off in a huff] Oh, don’t bother.

Right on: A dramatic speech followed by a dramatic exit. That was pitch-perfect, again thanks to the mad skills of one Ms. Jones.

Everyone wishes Monica good luck as she goes. Denny even tosses in an affectionate “Oy, posh bitch” for good measure.

Other little dramas – Yvonne is on the phone with someone she calls “darling.” She doesn’t want guitars this time; she wants something bigger, and she needs it today.

Meanwhile, Shell is writing a letter. It’s addressed to “Dear Mrs. Fenner.” Remember that plastic magazine wrapper Dawn pocketed in the wing office? Yep: It has Fenner’s address on it. Ooh.

Shell finds Denny and explains the plan. Denny’s friend Tiff, who’s getting out soon, will crutch the letter and mail it. That is, if Denny’s willing to cooperate. But she is, because she’s still a fan of Shell’s kisses – and she gets one as a reward (and as cover for the letter handoff). Shell’s hair is in the way, so I can’t quite see the kiss, but I can enjoy Denny’s tank top well enough.

I can’t, however, enjoy what Shell does next: She finds Fenner for a quick shag. Ick. Have you forgotten what that swine did to your face?

A pretty picture – Nikki! That is a nice red button-down you’re wearing.

Everyone else is paying attention to the TV while I stare at Nikki’s shirt. Monica is on the news: She has won her appeal and won’t be returning to Larkhall.

On the TV, Monica makes a brief statement about what she’s learned: “Criminal women” aren’t monsters or lunatics. She says most of the women she met at Larkhall are warm, intelligent and funny, and many of them are separated from their children or need support to get off drugs or get away from abusive men.

Monica: In my opinion, prison as punishment only makes bad situations worse.

It’s a little heavy-handed, especially as we see the faces of the Larkhall women who match each example Monica cites, but it’s a point worth making. And it’s another thing that makes this show superior: Instances of “telling” like this are rare. Usually, it shows its social messages.

Another clear message – Helen meets Sean, who is trying on suits. She wants to go for a drink instead.

Helen: I need to talk to you. Can we just go?

But he’d rather hear it right there in the suit shop. You’d better spill, Helen, before he starts stomping his feet and shaking his little fists in the air.

Helen: I can’t marry you. I’m really sorry.

Sean: What are you talking about?

Helen: Look, can we get out of here?

Sean: [grabbing her by the shoulders] What do you mean, you can’t marry me? Why not?

Helen: [beginning to cry] ‘Cause I don’t love you.

You could have saved yourself this pain, Sean. She’s been telling you this in a thousand different ways. Helen turns and goes, crying on the street as Sean stands and stares after her.

Reaching out – Back in her office, Helen tries to call Sean. She gets the answering machine.

A celebration – The whole wing is lifting their voices in chorus – not “Kumbaya” this time, but “I Will Survive.” It’s all in honor of Monica, or rather, in honor of the hope she represents.

Hollamby: [deadpan] Well, hip hip hooray.

Dominic is glad for Monica, but he can’t stay for the celebration; something has arrived for him. He goes down to see what it is. Yvonne smiles as he passes by.

Guess what it is, Biker Boy? A shiny new motorcycle, all for you. And there’s a birthday card attached – it just says “Biker Boy” where the signature should be.

Dominic goes inside without a word. Immediately afterward, Sean pulls up. Check out the printed “sign” taped to his truck – very professional! A low budget sometimes makes for a good show.

Inside, the party’s still going on. Nobody notices that Sean is outside pounding a stake into the ground. But the gate guard calls Helen and lets her know that “Mr. Parr” has gone straight through to the gardens. Helen knows this can’t be good.

Dominic finds Yvonne and asks her about the bike.

Yvonne: I dunno what you’re talking about, sir. [as Dominic starts to walk away] Anyway, did you like it, birthday boy?

Yvonne, my birthday was a few days ago, but I’ll be much more appreciative than Dom if you give me one of those. Or if you give me anything. Anything at all.

Hollamby sees Sean outside, and soon the two Julies – and then everyone else – catch wind of what’s going on. They watch as Helen approaches him and asks what he’s doing. He has put his wedding suit on the stake and is drenching it with lighter fluid.

Without a word, he sets it alight. A collective “oooooo!” floats out from the prison.

Helen picks up the keys Sean has thrown down onto the ground. Sean marches off without a word. Helen glances up at the wing briefly and then turns to go back inside. Nikki runs up to her cell, knowing she’ll be able to see Helen from there. She calls out as Helen passes by. Helen just looks up, then pauses as if she’s considering something but doesn’t know what to do about it.

Wow. Way to make a statement, Sean. I’m not sure what kind of pyromaniac childhood you had, but I guess it has come in handy.

Nighttime – The wing sings “Kumbaya,” but they’ve changed the syllables to “Mon-i-ca.” Nikki smokes in silence; outside, Helen gets into her car.

The night calls are hilarious:

Zandra: Oy, Julies! Know any good busting-up-with-your-boyfriend songs?

Julies: You kidding? You name it, we know it, we’ve lived it.

Yvonne: Yeah, but do you know the chords?

Right on, Yvonne.

NEXT TIME ON BAD GIRLS: Season 2 starts! They call it a “series” in England rather than a “season.” Either way, it’s exciting.

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