FERGUSON: Hold it there!
- Slot her. - SKY: It's not my fault!
I swear, I didn't tell her!
- And who are you? - My name's Ms Ferguson.
But you can call me Governor.
- Who's in charge? - You are.
You know, I read somewhere that you'd been passed over
For promotion several times.
- You just need a mentor. - I'd really appreciate that.
This yard has been neglected for a very long time.
How would you feel about turning it
into a proper vegetable garden?
Yeah.When“. When can we start?
Now, you remember Brayden, don't ya? That's him there, darling.
You look at that. That is Brayden Holt. Jace's son.
Now, he stuck the needle in Deb's arm and he ended her life.
BEA: I am stuck in here with nothing.
Then you find a reason to get up tomorrow.
Just find one.
SONG: ♪ You don't know me
♪ When I don't know you
♪ You don't know me
♪ When I don't know you
♪ You're calling me in
♪ And you're catching me out
♪ You're calling me in
♪ And you're catching me out
♪ You're calling me in
♪ And you're catching me out
♪ You don't know me
♪ When I don't know you. ♪
- Thought you were in the slot. - Got out this morning.
Hey, uh, sorry about the whole
dunking-your-head-in-the-sink thing.
I heard about Daz.
Hope he catches something and his dick drops off.
Liz said you wanted to see
this stuff I collected, from the papers.
Yeah, yeah. I thought it might help me process a few things.
Thanks.
It'll cost ya.
WILL: Bea!
It's, uh, 9:30. You've got an appointment, remember?
P.A.: Attention, compound - the prisoners will now
make their way to the visitors centre for processing.
- Getting back into sketching? - Yeah.
It's good to have a hobby.
Yeah.
(HARRY SIGHS)
This is not a social visit.
I want a divorce.
I need you to sign some stuff.
I gave it to that guard.
Where the hell is he?
Where's Debbie's ashes?
Have you done anything with them yet?
- Been too busy. - What about her memorial plaque?
Work's full-on.
Work's more important than your daughter?
Your husband gave me these for you to sign.
(SIGHS)
I'm selling the house.
Don't worry. I'll make sure you get half.
Can you give us a moment?
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
He fancies himself.
- Fancies you too. - Hm.
It's just standard stuff.
- I'm not trying to rip you off. - Yeah, OK.
I'll sign the papers, Harry.
But it's gonna cost ya.
You're gonna get half my fuckin' super.
I don't want half your fuckin' super.
- You can keep everything. - Then what do you want?
I want payback for Debbie.
Brayden Holt?
And you're gonna do it.
Do what?
Don't worry, Harry. They don't record sound in here.
You see, I'd do it myself, but I'm a bit stuck.
You're the only one who can get to him.
I'm surprised you haven't done it already.
You don't think I haven't thought about it
Every fuckin' day?
- Why haven't you done it, then? - And how would I find him?
Oh, what a shit excuse.
You owe it to Deb to make him pay for what he did.
So I'm not signing anything.
Not until you do what needs to be done.
(BEEP)
LIZ: Take it easy. No, no. Go back to the beginning.
That's alright. No, it's alright, love.
You're getting it. Yeah, yeah. You're right. You're right.
Calm down, darlin'. Take it easy. Pull it through.
That's the way. Good. That's it.
No, Franky, I was watching that!
I haven't seen telly for two weeks, you know.
Serves you right, Booms, for getting busted with my phone.
That looks really good, having the tomatoes and the cucumbers
In the compost pile.
I can't bloody do it!
Takes a bit of patience, darlin'.
I'm bummed out, Franky. I need half or I reckon I'll go spare.
Tell someone who gives a shit, Sky.
I'll go see Big Tanya in C Block.
She'll sort me out.
LIZ: I don't think Big Tanya's gonna sort anyone out.
I saw her this morning in Medical,
And she was eating through a straw.
- What? - Someone bashed her.
(LAUGHS) Who bashed her?
Well, apparently, she had a bit of a supply problem
and she got a little bit stingy with the gear.
LIZ: C Block's in lockdown. Poor Big Tanya.
BEA: So he says he wants a divorce.
DOREEN: A divorce?
BEA: The marriage is over anyway.
DOREEN: Well, you did try to kill him, Bea. (LAUGHS)
- Oh, I'm sorry. Too soon? - No, look.
He might have been a bastard, but that stuff
Can still mess with your head.
You come into a place like this, you've got kids, got a husband.
All of a sudden, you've got none of it.
- Well, you got us. - Yeah, but for how long?
You're not in here for the next 12 years.
- Oh, fuck. Bloody well hope not. - Couple of months.
- Ah, we'll see.
Hey, hey. She just pushed me, Miss Miles.
Yeah, yeah, Birdsworth.
- LIZ: What are you doing? - Soil's crap.
Well, there's not much you can do about it.
I reckon they need raised-up garden beds.
- A garden shed? - And a greenhouse.
That way, we can store the tools and stuff right there.
And if we had a greenhouse, we'd be able to grow vegies all year.
OK.
- Really? - Why not? That's a good idea.
Great. Well, that's fantastic.
I mean, thanks, Ms Ferguson.
Uh, Doreen? I'll need you to do something for me.
I want you to keep an eye on Smith.
- Bea? - As her peer worker.
I know she's having a hard time.
Just let me know how she's travelling.
- Now she's off the sedatives. - OK.
(DOOR OPENS)
No, this way, this way.
- Liz? Liz. - Yeah, Ms Bennett.
We've got a new girl, on remand.
- Her name is Su-Yun. - Su-Yun.
VERA: Um, I'm putting her in H2.
She doesn't speak English, but can you just
Keep an eye on her for me?
Yeah, I'll look after her. Hi. I'm Liz.
Oh, right.
LIZ: Gee, you're a long way from home, aren't ya? Eh?
Hey, Nurse Spunky.
- Need a hand? - Just the dirty linen, Franky.
Sorry, Tanya. You're gonna have to finish that up.
You're being moved to Protection. Can I take that?
Thanks.
Great, mate. Yeah, I'm good.
Yeah, hey, I'm ringing about Nanna.
Poor old bird's not eating properly, eh?
What's he saying? Has he got any shit?
- Piss off! - Can he get it?
Come on. Bea, hey. It's Bea, right?
Yeah? Yeah, I heard about you. Hey, you holding?
I just need a moggie to tide me over.
- No, you can... - Bea, what's one moggie?
- Don't be a selfish bitch, Bea. - Sky. Quit bugging Bea, alright?
Nah. The fuckin' bitch is holding out on me.
- You're fuckin' joking. - (DIALTON E)
-Hello? -Franky, hey. How did you go? Good? Yeah?
Would you get her out of my face?
- FRANKY: It's all yours, Red. - BOOMER: Come here.
(CLEARS THROAT)
WOMAN: Washington Automotive.
Uh, hello - it's Tracey Bell here
from VIP Panel and Paint in Coburg.
My boss was hoping to meet with your rep, Harry Smith,
To discuss supplying us with parts, if that's possible.
Sure. How's 1:30 today?
- Yeah. Today's perfect. - DOREEN: Sky?
Sky, look, don't do this, mate.
- Let me open the door, eh? - I'm gonna do it, I swear!
- I'm gonna do it! - So do it!
- Quit talking about it. - Sky, honey, just calm down.
You're scaring the new girl.
I don't give a fuck about the new girl!
- What's going on? - Sky's got a shiv.
She says she'll slash up again if anyone goes in her cell.
- FLETCH: OK. Move away, Doreen. - WILL: Sky.
I'm gonna open the door and come in there, OK?
You open that door, I'll open a fuckin' vein, I swear to God!
Well, OK. Talk to me, Sky. What do you want?
OK? I want to help you out.
Oh, I just need something
To take the edge off, Mr J!
We'll take you to Medical and have you taken care of.
You'll just put me in the fuckin' slot!
- What's going on? - Oh, it's Sky. She's got a shiv.
Listen. We're coming in there, alright?
Put the shiv down and face the wall.
- Just let me talk to her, OK? - She's off her head on ice.
- Hang on. - (SCREAMS)
Oh, fuck, she's cutting.
Sky, put it down. Put the shiv down. Put it down.
- (SCREAMS) - WILL: Fletch! Grab the shiv.
LIZ: Did he spray her? Did he spray her?
- Get the fuck off! Get off me! - You keep carrying on like...
Put something on her wrists. Here!
- I'll gas you again, alright? - Put that around her wrist.
- Oh, my God. - Put it round her wrist!
- I can't fucking see! - Let's go.
FLETCH: Move. Let's move. Move it.
- ROSE: She's sedated. - FERGUSON: What happened?
WILL: Uh, she slashed up.
The prisoner has a history of self-harming.
She'll need to go to hospital, mainly hesitation wounds,
But one's really deep - she'll need surgery.
WILL: Ambulance has been called.
Did you gas her?
Well, she was out of control, wielding a shiv.
I deemed it appropriate to employ OC spray to subdue her.
The ambulance is here.
Whoa. What are you doing? You can't cuff her.
- Not with slashed wrists. - Says who?
It's department protocol, mate.
FLETCH: The prisoner's leaving the compound.
She needs to be restrained, mate.
Fletch. You can't restrain slashed wrists.
You'll travel with the prisoner. But she's not to be restrained.
Vera, can you organise a transit permit for Mr Fletcher?
Yes, Governor.
What's Smith doing there?
She assisted with the emergency. Waiting to be escorted back.
I'll do that.
I'll escort you to the shower block. You need cleaning up.
I'm informed your husband visited.
Yeah.
First time in nearly four months.
I've arranged a session for you this afternoon
With our consulting psychiatrist, Dr Lynch.
Oh, I don't need to see a shrink.
I don't have much liking for them either, but it's protocol,
if you want to remain here in General.
Well, I'd prefer to deal with things in my own way.
I can understand that, but rules are rules.
Besides, there's no shame in asking for help, Smith.
I have asked for help, Ms Ferguson.
Excuse me, mate.
Boss around?
Not sure he's out of bed yet.
I'll give him a bell.
MAN: Hey. You've got a visitor.
What can I do you for?
(WATER SPLASHES)
You wanted to see me?
You rang my office.
Set up an appointment.
I don't think so, mate. When was this?
Today.
Why would I set up an appointment with you?
Work for Washington Automotives. We sell car parts.
- Do I know you? - Nah.
Might have been someone in the office who called you.
I'll just check the appointment book.
- When'd you say you called? - Sometime today.
Shit, I'm looking at last week.
(HAMMER CLANGS)
WOMAN: After you.
WOMAN 2: Here! Over here!
Well, what do you want me to do about it?
- It's not my fault. - Shut up, shut up.
- Problem, girls? - Yeah. Where's our gear?
You know where your gear is. Governor's got it.
- And you got our money. - Money's gone. Shit happens.
I've got the lettuces, the carrots and the herbs.
DOREEN: It's gonna be awesome.
You up for another little earner?
Told you, the phone was a one-off.
Did you a favour and you almost fucked it for both of us.
Well, you gotta feed the beast, Miles.
I might have turned a blind eye to the small stuff,
but if you think I'll help get gear in here, you're deluded.
(WOLF-WHISTLING AND CHEERING)
How you 90mg?
Keep it in your pants, ladies!
Hello!
I'm so fuckin' horny.
(MEN HOWL)
MAN: Right, hey, hey. Calm down, you fellas.
- Anderson. - Catch you after class.
LINDA: Just Anderson, Jenkins!
- Oh, why? Why's she so special? - (DOOR SLAMS)
BOOMER: It's not fair.
These men are from Walford Prison.
They'll be here for as long as it takes
To fix up the guard station and build a greenhouse.
Oh, that was quick.
The governor at Walford agreed the enterprise had its merits.
And Bea Smith?
- Um... - How's she doing?
Um, good. Yep.
Good.
Anderson's in charge of the project.
All decisions go through her.
All costings for materials go through my office.
- Yes, Governor. - Taylor.
- Yes, Mr Faulkner? - Anderson, this is Taylor.
He was an apprentice chippie.
Sort out what you need, make a list and give it to me. Right?
Gonna get you help. Hi. OK?
Just hang on.
Hey, Kimmy. Yeah.
-Hey-
- I need some help. - What's up?
Well, this is Su-Yun. Korean.
She doesn't speak a word of English. She's a newbie.
She got upset when Sky went ape.
Now, I've been trying to calm her down,
and nothing is working.
Can you explain to her what happened to Sky
isn't gonna happen to her?
- (SPEAKS KOREAN) - (SPEAKS KOREAN)
- What is she saying? - (SPEAKS KOREAN)
Kim! Kim!
- Holy shit. - Well, what's the matter?
Said she banged up six balloons. Cops found those.
But they didn't get the two she swallowed.
So how long they been in there?
She got sprung at the airport last night,
So... about 24 hours.
- I'll make her spew 'em up. - Hey, Boomer!
- Boomer, what the fuck? - Boomer!
Let her go. She's traumatised as it is.
They're not gonna be in her stomach now.
Well, where are they gonna be?
Look, Kim, maybe you got it wrong, love.
Ask her if she shat 'em out. Ask her.
- (SPEAKS KOREAN) - (SPEAKS KOREAN)
- So is that a no? - They gave her something
so she couldn't crap on the plane.
So, what do we do?
Unless you want to stick your finger up her arse, we wait.
(PHONE RINGS)
- HARRY: Yep? - It's me.
- What do you want? - Did you go there?
- You stupid, dumb bitch. - Did you see him?
- Yeah, I saw him. - And?
- And? Nothing. - What do you mean, nothing?
What I said. Nothing happened.
And don't ever call here again.
- (DIALTONE) - Harry.
(DIALTONE STOPS)
- Please just make one more call? - Oi, Smith.
Back of the queue.
Just this one call, Mr Fletcher.
- Come on. You know the rules. - But the girls don't mind.
I do.
Haven't you gotta be somewhere anyway?
According to the appointment book,
You've got a 3:30 with Dr Lynch.
- No, I didn't agree to that. - Well, listen.
If you want to stay out of the slot, you better agree to it.
Look at the time. Go on. Off you go.
Hey, uh, any word on Pierson?
They're keeping her overnight for observation.
Thanks for dropping me in the shit with Ferguson.
Well, you were a bit heavy-handed, Fletch.
- She was armed with a shiv. - Well, she was gonna drop it.
First rule of crisis management- avert the crisis.
Yeah, with reasonable force.
There's a reason we carry capsicum in a can, mate.
It's not to spray on salad.
I want the herbs along the fence, but over here is where
I want you to start on...
Who do you fancy in the last at Cranny?
Nothing jumps out at me.
Onto a couple of good things at the dishlickers tonight, but.
- And this is the shed. - Right.
- (LAUGHS) Look at this! - Yeah.
- Wow. - Mmm.
Yeah. Needs some repairs. Obviously.
You got all water damage here, and I reckon you're gonna need
To replace that whole panel.
Anderson.
What's your...
- What's your first name? - Doreen.
- Doreen, cool. I'm Nash. - So?
- What are you in for? - None of your business.
Come on, don't be like that.
You could be a bloody psycho killer for all I know.
I boosted a couple of cars when I lost me apprenticeship.
- Nothin'. - So you say.
Look, how long you reckon it'll take?
Well, I guess it all depends on how quick the boys work.
And I reckon they might want to stretch things out a little bit.
- What are you grinning about? - What?
- Nothing. - Hey.
What's with you and Ferguson? Being governor's pet?
Oh! Maybe she likes a bit of black velvet.
Something you're not telling us, Dor?
- Piss off! - Lezzo?
Shut up.
- (WOMEN CHEER) - FLETCH: Oi! Hey!
Cut it out! You two! Hey. Cut it out.
- You, get back in the kitchen. - Just gave me a hard-on.
Dreams are free, Franky.
Here you are. Drink this. Come on, drink it.
It's just a bit of vegetable oil. Can you hold her head back?
No, it's OK, it's OK. It's just a bit of vegetable oil.
She doesn't have a clue what you are saying.
Tell her it's not gonna kill her.
(SPEAKS KOREAN)
LIZ: This is ridiculous, Franky!
Chill the fuck out, Liz. I'm doing the girl a favour.
- By scaring her to death? - By getting that shit out of her gut.
It's just a bit of lubricant. What's the big deal?
- Just drink it a little more. - (SCREAMS)
Any desires to self-harm?
- Nup. - Harm others?
NIJP-
Have you been suffering any depression?
Well, I'm in here for a 12-year stretch.
- What do you reckon? - What about anger?
What makes you angry, Bea?
Pointless questions.
Well, how would you describe your current state of mind?
Oh, I wouldn't.
You're currently going through a divorce?
Oh, God, there's no privacy in here.
- How's that affecting you? - What, lack of privacy?
LYNCH: The divorce.
Is it making you angry?
What are your triggers, Bea?
You aware of them?
What made you attack Jacqueline Holt?
What made you attack your husband?
Those charges were dropped.
Did you often get angry with him?
Well, Harry was the angry one, not me.
- What were Harry's triggers? - What does it matter?
If you knew them and you kept on triggering them,
That's instructive.
- Oh, you blame the victim? - Is that how you see yourself?
You know, he'd blow up in a second.
If I talked during the footy, if I wasn't listening to him,
If he thought I was dumping on him, if... if I implied
that... that he was a crap father or... or...
...or a lousy husband...
...if| made him feel inadequate.
Then, yeah.
Guess that was pretty instructive.
(PHONE RINGS)
(OTHER PHONE RINGS)
- HARRY: Yeah? - Harry, don't... Don't hang up.
What the fuck do you want?
- Are you drunk? - What's it to you?
Hey. Where were you the night that Deb was killed, hm?
Were you out getting tanked with your mates?
You shut your fat mouth.
You know, the bastard who killed your little girl
Is out there, Harry, and he's laughing.
He's laughing at you because you're not man enough
To teach him a lesson.
No, no, no, no. You shut your fucking gob...
You're too much of a gutless coward
To do what any man in your situation
Would have done already in a heartbeat.
And you know what, Harry? Brayden Holt knows it.
- Shut up! - (PHONE CLATTERS)
(DIALTONE)
(EXPLOSION)
(MAN BANGS DOOR AND SCREAMS)
(BIRDSONG)
- FRANKY: Hey! - Oh!
Hi.
- Any action? - Hey?
Oh.
Nup.
Certain she didn't take a dump in the bog
While you were fast a-fucking-sleep?
No - well, you know, the noise of it
Would have woken me up.
God, after all that oil, she should be shitting
through the eye of a needle - she's compacted.
You're a proctologist now?
- We gotta get her to Medical. - And then what?
Tell the screws she's got a couple of bags of H in her gut?
It's gonna make her sentence even longer.
I'm trying to protect the girl, Liz.
Oh, protection. That's the last thing on your mind.
- Is it? - Hey.
Do you reckon those blokes will be back in the yard today?
WOMAN ON TV: Christie Kenny filed this report.
REPORTER: Two units were called to the fire
at a Coburg pane/beating workshop,
VIP Panel, Paint and Electrical,
owned by a notorious crime family.
The business owner, Brayden Holt,
Son of gangland identity Vinnie Holt
and deceased crime matriarch Jacqueline Holt,
returned to find the premises burning
but was able to alert the fire brigade
before major damage occurred.
One of the employees trapped inside
suffered smoke inhalation
And is being treated at a local hospital.
I went out for a sixpack of beer, and...
...I come back to this.
One of the guys who works for me was still inside,
But, lucky for him, I managed to get him out.
BOOMER: Bea.
Bea. Bea!
Hey. I'm here to collect what you owe me.
Yeah? See this?
I need it to look just like this.
Yeah? Let's go.
Uh... Morning, Governor.
Vera.
- Everything OK? - Uh, yes.
Rough night with your mother?
You know, I think it's admirable what you're doing for her,
But you shouldn't forget to take time out for yourself.
I'm fine.
Why don't we have a drink after work?
Just the two of us. Bit of a debrief.
Oh, I, um... The nurse finishes at 6:00.
Tell her to stay on. She'll appreciate the overtime.
- (DOOR CLOSES) - (CLEARS THROAT)
- (SCREAMS) - Shit, you right?
Oh, yeah. Fine. It's just... I'm fine.
Oi, Taylor. Hands off.
No worries, Mr Faulkner.
Oh, no!
- Oh, poor baby. - (CHIRPS)
Oh, wow. It's so cute.
NASH: Buddy.
(WOLF-WHISTLE)
Hello, ladies!
(MEN WOLF-WHISTLE AND CALL)
Oh, Boomer! Look at you!
(CALLS OUT)
Love ya, Boom!
Your psychiatrist report, it's, um...
It's interesting.
Did I pass?
Dr Lynch seems to feel that if you had a purpose,
you'd be unlikely to be a danger to your fellow prisoners,
and I tend to agree.
It's easy to feel useless in here.
You know, you get up, you eat, kill time, sleep.
Days, months, years. I mean, what's the point of it all?
- Punishment? - I prefer the term 'correction'.
It's a state of mind.
I mean, you can choose to be weak and unempowered.
FERGUSON: Or you can take control of the situation.
That's easy for you to say. You're the governor.
A title does not define who you are.
Actions do that.
(HARRY GROANS)
I thought the point of me seeing the shrink
was so I could stay in General.
It was.
That's why it's important
For you to reach your potential,
Even in here.
To be in control.
Beats feeling helpless, I guess.
(GROANS)
Do you feel helpless, Smith?
No, I feel determined to make my time in here
count for something.
I hope it does.
(GROANS)
Thought I recognised you. You're Debbie's old man.
You think I killed her,
And that's why you fuckin' torched my place.
I don't know what you're talking about.
No! No, no, please. Please don't.
(GUN CLICKS)
Phoo!
I think he shat himself.
Nah. He wouldn't have had the balls to have done that.
- (KNOCK AT DOOR) - Come in.
Yes, Vera? Can I help you?
Oh, I thought we were, um...
Having a drink, yes.
Come in.
Don't be nervous, Vera. I don't bite.
No, no, I'm not nervous.
Vodka and soda OK?
Yeah, it's fine.
I'd make us mojitos,
But I'm fresh out of mint leaves and lime.
Couple of these, I'm not gonna be much use to Mum tonight.
Your mother'll be fine.
This is our time, Vera.
You know, I think we're gonna make a terrific team.
So, here is to...
...trust - the basis of teamwork.
And to having someone who can share the load.
God knows, in our line of business,
you need all the support you can get.
That's... true.
- Birdsworth. - Yep.
Pierson. Good to have you back.
And... Lee.
How's she doing?
She's alright.
- Alright. 'Night, ladies. - 'Night, Mr .1.
- LIZ: Oh, God! - FRANKY: Get her into her cell.
And so Channing says to the board, "But I'm GM.
"Surely my recommendation counts for something."
Yeah, I still can't imagine Fletch as governor.
Yeah.
I'm not sure how he'd go with
policy management, budgets, all that sort of thing.
Not to mention the daily minutiae of prison bureaucracy.
He'd be lousy at the... minutiae.
(LAUGHS)
He's a big boy, isn't he?
Not much going on between the ears.
He'd be handy in a riot.
God, I am being incredibly indiscreet.
You understand this is all in the strictest confidence?
Yeah, of course.
You know, I'm saying all this because“.
...| trust you, Vera.
You know, I feel like I can depend on you.
God, it's good to...
...debrief with someone, isn't it?
Want another drink?
Mmm.
- Just one more? - Hey.
- Come on. Come on. Let's do it. - One. Yeah.
(SINISTER MUSIC)
Oi!
Oi. Stay awake. Awake!
The sooner you shit, the sooner we can get some sleep.
Cut the bitch open, Franky. That's one way to get it out.
Oh, grow up. Here you go, darlin'.
It's just some warm water. It might make you feel better.
- What is going on? - Nothing, Dor.
I don't want you involved in this.
- Involved in what? - Su-Yun is not feeling well.
So get her to Medical.
It's not a problem Medical can fix.
- It is. - Dor, just leave it with me.
- I'm dealing with it. - Fine, right? Fine.
(SOBS)
It's alright, darlin'. Alright, darlin'.
(LAUGHS)
It was awful. It was the...
It was the worst moment in my life.
You know, I had my suspicions about you and Mr Fletcher,
But I had no idea that you'd...
- Oh, it's all in the past now. - Well, what happened?
Nothing.
Vera!
Hey, what happened to trust?
I mean, I confided in you because I trust you, and...
I'm not sure I can effectively mentor you
if that trust isn't reciprocated.
Um...
No, uh... No.
- Never mind. - Um...
Um...
There was a...
I found a...
...a journal, Fletch's journal.
- You were snooping? - No!
I???“
So, what was in this...
...this journal?
Mr Fletcher's fantasies?
His darkest secrets?
There was some stuff...
...about him and a... previous governor.
Meg Jackson.
- (SOBS) - LIZ: Just breathe, honey.
Oh, she's deliberately holding onto it.
Bitch is hoarding the cheese for herself.
LIZ: You know as well as I do,
if this thing bursts, she's stuffed.
- So tell her to shit it out. - She is trying.
Can't you see she's exhausted? This has gone on for too long.
- I'm getting help. - Do that, you know what happens.
Oh, what are you doing this for, Franky?
- We need the gear. - You don't need the gear.
Fuck it. I'm cuttin' her open.
LIZ: Sky!
Cut her and I'll cut more than your fuckin' wrists!
Franky, get some help. Help her! Go and get some help!
OK, darlin'. It's OK. OK. It's alright.
Fuck. Fuck!
Oh, shh.
Oh! Oh, God, I'm sorry.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Su-Yun.
I'm so sorry. I'm sorry, darlin'.
- I'm sorry, darlin'. - (GASPS)
(CLASSICAL MUSIC)
(PHONE RINGS)
Speak.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)
Governor.
It's midnight. This better be worth it.
I promised you an exclusive.
There's been a death in custody?
Unfortunately, a prisoner passed away here tonight.
But it was police ineptitude that killed her.
I know I can count on you to report the facts.
I don't get how you could do that.
I wasn't the only one there.
You treated that girl like a piece of meat.
You're not that person, Franky.
I'm whatever person I need to be.
When Jacs was alive and you wanted to take her down,
You got her in the end 'cause you used your smarts.
Nah. I beat Jacs 'cause Bea killed her.
Oh. You would have had it done before that.
Yeah - well, there's a difference between
Wanting to be top dog and being it, Liz.
It's not something you'll ever understand.
Oh, I do understand, darlin'.
You're a frightened little kid paddling out of your depth.
You're shit-scared.
You've swum out too far
and you're not gonna make it back to shore.
And do you know what? I don't reckon you can.
- Is that right? - You've gone too far, Franky.
I'll go as far as I fuckin' have to and as far as I fuckin' like.
You remember that if you don't want to end up like your little drug mule.
You'd better remember who you're talking to now, Liz.
Yeah, fight
Go.
(VOMITS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
I had...
I had an accident at work.
Look, I came, alright? Just give me the fuckin' papers.
I'm done, Bea.
(DOOR CLOSES)
Signed it all.
Divorce, deed to the house, everything.
I should have known you wouldn't be up to it.
It's not your fault.
It's just the way you were built.
I'm stronger than you, Harry.
So I'm gonna do it myself.
How you gonna do that?
There's 12-foot walls and razor wire
between you and Brayden Holt.
SONG: ♪ Playing your heart
♪ Treating you bad
♪ Watching you drown
♪ Watch you fall down
♪ I want to see her I want to see her... ♪
REPORTER: Police believe that the fire was deliberately lit.
Do you think it was aimed at you?
Why would it be aimed at me?