Help her! Go and get some help!
Oh, God, I'm sorry.
- Is that your daughter? - Yeah.
She's got herself tied up with the Holts.
Brayden's dangerous, you know that.
If Carly's working with them, God knows what she's got into.
Who said anything about Brayden?
She was all over him in the car park.
Pretty sure it was Brayden Holt.
BEA: Brayden will use Carly if he's not already.
How do you know he's not using her as a drug mule?
Get me a name.
Someone on the outside. Someone I can use to get to Brayden.
- Are you fuckin' kidding me? - No.
A name and a number and I'll sort it out.
Tell your mate to call her Uncle Morgan.
What's Vinnie doing about getting me out?
He wants something in return. Bea Smith.
Vinnie wants her dead.
And you're doing it.
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. ♪
(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)
Whoa. (CHUCKLES)
Holy shit! She... she's on the roof!
- What the fuck is she doing? - (LAUGHS)
(HUMS)
FERGUSON: I want to know how this could happen.
She climbed the fence next to the building
and got onto the fire escape.
In full view of the officers on yard duty?
Well, I ordered her to come down but she's too wired to stop.
How are there drugs in this prison again?
Ah, Sierra 4 calling Sierra 2. I'm on the roof. Over.
I want this resolved immediately with no casualty.
- Is that clear? - Roger that, Governor.
- Ooh. (CHUCKLES) - Birdsworth, be careful.
Oh, shit.
Just let me see if I can talk her down, alright?
- Liz! - 'Cause she trusts me. Please!
Please, give us a go.
'Liz!
- (LAUGHS) - Hey!
Liz!
- Is she trying to kill herself? - No, she's just high.
- Hi. - |...| can't watch this.
Look at this.
What... what are you doing here, love?
(GRUNTS)
- Look at all this, eh? - Hey.
They're all fluffy like Philly cheese, eh! (CHUCKLES)
- Inside now. - Some of your product, Franky?
- Move! - You want a taste, Red?
Come and sit with me and we can
look at the Philly cheese together, darlin'.
Nah, nah. I'm outta here.
Oh. Well, where to, love?
I'm gonna fly over that wall and leave this SHITHOLE!
- Yeah! - Jenkins!
Get inside now or get in the slot.
No way. I wanna see the splat.
Come away from the edge, Sky, darling,
'cause if you fall, you're gonna hurt yourself.
Nah, not fall.
- Fuckin' fly! - No!
"Ahh!
- (LAUGHS) - Oh, you silly bugger.
Are you right?
I want to know how these drugs are getting in.
I have no idea.
I know you care about the welfare of these women, Liz.
And you fear for them.
It's what's made you an excellent peer worker.
But you're coming up for parole soon.
What's going to happen when you're not here?
Without you, Franky Doyle is going to run riot.
It won't be long before someone else dies,
just like that poor Korean girl.
What was her name?
Her name was Su-Yun.
Mmm. Su-Yun.
You can prevent that, Liz.
Talk to me.
(SIGHS)
She's not talking. Organise a ramp. I want these drugs found.
- Birdsworth. - Governor.
- She OK? - She's in Medical, coming down.
I don't want a serve.
- Well, I'm gonna give you one. - Ohh!
You talk about these women being family
and then you pump 'em full of crap gear.
I didn't know that gear was crap.
And I don't force them to use the shit.
Oh, Franky, mate.
That's a fuckin' cop-out and you know it is.
It has to stop.
We've just had Sky on the friggin' roof.
How would you feel if she jumped?
WOMAN ON P.A.: Attention, compound.
A lockdown is now in force.
All prisoners must return to their units immediately.
They're doing a ramp!
(DOGS BARK)
Be ruthless. I want results.
(DOG BARKS)
(WHIMPERS)
(HIP-HOP MUSIC)
The total yield was a few small amounts of various substances.
- Personal use amounts? - Yes.
And no-one's talking about the source?
I'm afraid not, Governor.
Well, someone's bringing in those drugs for Doyle.
She's too smart to do it herself.
We're going to find out who it is.
Come here, Vera.
Yes, Governor.
This is the visitors' log.
Last week and today.
Anything stand out to you?
Simone Slater's husband's visiting
for the third time in two weeks.
- That's unusual. - More than unusual.
VERA: Right.
FERGUSON: I want you to monitor that visit.
- Keep a close eye on them. - Yes, Governor.
That gear you gave me last week was shit.
Had a bad effect on one of the women.
Yeah?
Someone put the chocolates in the fridge
and the stick mags were out of date.
What do you think we're running here, a fuckin' supermarket?
Listen, arsehole, I got a responsibility to those women.
They trust me to bring in decent gear
that's not gonna fuck 'em up.
Whoa. Little firecracker, aren't ya, eh?
Reckon you'd go off like a frog in a sock.
Not that you'll ever know.
Oh, don't be like that now, baby, hey?
Promise I'll do better next time.
Yeah, you'd better, otherwise the arrangements over.
I'll, uh...
...get you some pink dragon.
- Pink dragon? - Yeah.
It's real pure. Potent as. Satisfaction guaranteed, babe.
- Guaranteed? - Yeah.
You'll be an absolute fuckin' legend. It'll cost ya, but.
Doyle. No fraternisation with the male prisoners.
Ugh! Don't make me gag, Ms Miles.
Get back to work, mate.
(DOOR UNLOCKS AND BUZZES)
Hey, you got a visit?
Yeah.
You're gonna get me that number, right?
Spitz said he'd look into it.
Yeah, and he's gonna give it to you today, yeah?
- Smith! Get back to work. - Get me that number.
(INDISTINCT P.A. ANNOUNCEMENT)
MAN: What's the fuckin' hold-up? Just get it done, for Christ sake.
I do her, and walk around
with a massive fuckin' target on my head.
And you know what it'll mean if I get caught?
15 to 20 years in here. I can't hack that.
Find a way to do it so no-one can pin it on you.
It's not that easy.
And I'm not a murderer.
And Bea Smith's my only ally in here.
Darl, you know what Vinnie's like.
Remember what happened to Kat's brother?
That could be me or Carly.
Not if you take him out instead.
Don't make a fuckin' joke of it.
I don't mean you, but what about that bloke?
You know, the name you gave me? Call him.
- He'll take care of it. - Forget it. It's too risky.
Where would we get the money from, anyway?
Listen...
...you've gotta do this.
You have to do this. Or I'm a dead man.
- What'd he pass you, Slater? - Nothing.
You might as well give it up now.
I'm gonna find it anyway.
This how you get your kicks? How pathetic.
Fine, have it your way. Kit off.
- Nothing? - Nothing.
And what was your impression from the conversation?
He seemed to be pressuring her about something.
- And she mentioned Bea Smith. - Bea Smith?
Wouldn't be the first time
Smith's brought in drugs for someone else.
She was new and green, but she wouldn't be such a pushover now
after what happened to her daughter.
- True. - Keep an eye on Slater.
I'm convinced she's up to something.
Yes, Governor.
Ms Miles? Can I just go and show Doreen the plants?
- Yeah. - Thank you, ma'am.
- How you going? - Good.
I really, really want you.
- Good. - (BOTH LAUGH)
Hey, listen, babe, the gear that Batesy's gonna give to Franky's
not all it's cracked up to be, alright?
What do you mean?
A couple of guys OD'd the other day from it.
- What? - Alright?
- Shit. - He's calling it pink dragon.
Like it's something real fuckin' great, but it's...
MILES: Right, ladies, that's it for today.
Let's pack up, back to your unit.
Come on, fellas, that's it. Pack it up.
- Bye-bye. - See ya.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
LIZ: Doreen, what do you expect me to do about it?
Well, how about giving Franky a heads up?
Oh, she would not piss on me if I was on fire at the moment.
- It has to stop. - Yeah, but how?
I don't know, but I'm not gonna sit on my arse
and watch someone else OD.
- You're not gonna lag, are ya? - No. No, of course not.
Please don't start a shit storm. Just promise me you...
Promise you what, darl?
Just promise me you're not gonna stuff up the garden.
You mean Nash.
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
- Birdsworth. - Yeah, yeah.
- (FOOTSTEPS APPROACH) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
-Hey- -Hey-
So?
No, doesn't look like I'll be getting out early after all.
I got that contact for you, though.
But I've gotta set it up.
OK.
I just need to know that you can get the money.
Oh, yeah, why's that?
You're not thinking of ripping me off, are ya?
Course not.
It's just the guy will only deal with me.
And he'll need half up-front given that the target's a Holt.
- I told you, I'm good for it. - Guaranteed?
Guaranteed.
(LAUGHS)
(CHATTER)
Hey, Mr Jackson, how's Sky doing?
She's OK. She's in the wet cells under observation.
- Been there, done that. - Yeah.
You had the deluxe suite.
What is it, Slater?
I want to request that my uncle be added to my call list.
I've just heard from my husband he's really sick
and I need to call him urgently.
I'll see what I can do.
- How much? I got 200 on me. - 250.
- (SIGHS) - Fuck off then.
Alright, deal. Deal.
- What's up your arse? - Nothin'.
If I don't do it, someone else will.
I'm not hungry. I'm gonna go back to the cell.
Liz, what...
What's wrong with her?
(SIGHS)
FERGUSON: I know this is a very difficult decision for you.
(HALF-LAUGHS)
But you know in your heart it's the right one.
I'm worried for the safety of the women.
That is the only reason I'm doing this.
Talk to me.
There is a bad stash of gear coming into the prison.
It's called pink dragon.
Who's bringing it in?
Is it Slater?
I don't know.
- How's it being smuggled? - I don't know that either.
I just got wind of it. I heard some junkies talking.
Liz, if you don't tell me how it's coming in,
then I can't possibly intercept it, can I?
Oh, fuck.
The junkies get their hands on it, another death may result.
Do you really want that on your conscience?
Well, do you?
You can't halve the women's methadone
and not expect this shit to start happening.
As soon as it gets here I'll let you know.
That is the best I can do.
Very well.
(SIGHS)
It feels better, doesn't it?
Doing the right thing.
I feel like Judas.
It could be the number of a drug supplier.
FERGUSON: Very good, Vera.
You can leave this with me.
It's me. I have a name and number I want you to check out.
Good! Good, Joan.
But remember,
selecting the accurate time to start your attack
is as important as the choice of attack, yes?
Draw their advance.
Once... once you've lured them, then parry and thrust!
(PANTS)
Got that information you wanted.
Drug dealer?
Contract killer.
(OTHERS CHATTER)
- Shit! - That number won't connect.
- It hasn't been approved. - (WOMAN LAUGHS)
Oh, Slater.
So sorry to hear about your uncle.
Oh, fuck!
Fuck!
Oh!
Ah, Mr Fletcher.
I spoke to the governor at Walford the other day.
Vacancy coming up there shortly.
You immediately thought of me?
(SHOUTS)
(SOBS)
Fuck off! Get the fuck out of here!
(GROANS)
(GRUNTS)
Oh! Fuck!
Forget about Slater - she's not bringing in drugs.
What about the phone request?
Whatever that's about, I've shut it down.
And Doyle? Do you want me to question her?
- Hmm? - Franky Doyle.
Should I question her?
No, no, no, no. All we have to do is wait.
Be patient.
Be vigilant.
We allow her enough rope...
And we'll catch her with this pink dragon?
No more top dog.
If you create a power vacuum, someone else will step up.
That's fine.
Thank you, Vera.
(DISTORTED CHATTER)
Simmo, what's wrong?
Oh, shit, has something happened?
They won't let me contact that guy.
Ferguson's blocked the number.
Fuckin' hopeless.
Carly's gonna get sucked in by the Holts.
And I'm stuck in here.
I'm fucked!
I'm fucked.
Hey, we'll work something out, right?
MAN ON P.A.: Attention, compound.
Exercise period is now over.
- (GRUNTS) - Come on.
I'm telling you, I can't do it.
I can't do what Vinnie wants.
Listen.
Listen, you can take care of yourself.
But you've gotta make sure that Carly's safe.
I don't know, maybe...
...maybe tell her to stay overseas or something.
You're asking me to do something you can't do.
I'm sorry.
RECORDING: Listen, listen, you can take care of yourself.
But you've gotta make sure that Carly's safe.
I don't know, maybe...
...maybe tell her to stay overseas or something.
SPITZ: Oh, for crying out loud, you stupid bitch,
you have to do Bea Smith!
What do you think's gonna happen to me?
You've gotta do it!
(TELEVISION PLAYS SOFTLY)
You serious? What are you doing here?
- I need to see Franky. - Yeah?
Well, maybe she doesn't want to see you
because we don't like slags in here.
- Shut up, you stupid bitch... - You shut up!
- You want to go? - Shut the fuck up.
What do you want? Now that you've interrupted my study.
- A hit. - (JENKINS LAUGHS)
Junkies never change, do they?
And you're comin' to me.
You got the cash on you?
- Booms? - Mmm.
- Go. - I need a fit too.
Have fun, Simmo.
(LAUGHS)
(KNOCKS AT DOOR) Hey, just came to see if you were...
Oh, shit.
Simmo?
_|—|ey_.. - (GRUNTS)
...can you hear me?
Hey, Simmo, wake up.
Come on, open your eyes.
- We need help here! Somebody! - Simmo, come on.
- Shit. - Help!
- Hey, Simmo. Simmo! - Help!
Look at me. It's Bea. Wake up. Can you hear me?
It's Slater, Governor. She OD'd. But she's gonna be OK.
Smith found her and raised the alarm.
I see. How ironic.
When the nurse has her stabilised, cuff her to the bed.
She can spend the night in the infirmary.
Do you think handcuffs are necessary?
Well, if she's suicidal, we don't want her wandering off
- and trying it again, do we? - Yes, of course.
Keep her under constant observation.
Yes, Governor.
Oh, uh, actually,
I'm going to have to get some other officers
to take care of Slater.
And why is that?
Uh, my mother's on stronger pain medication at the moment
but it's not really working, so things are...
I know I assured you that I wouldn't let issues at home...
Vera, enough.
I understand.
Go home to your mum.
It's just she's extremely, um...
She has a strong personality.
Thank you.
Vera! Bloody...
(WHIMPERS)
Oh, Mum, I've called palliative care.
It's two hours till I can give you another shot.
- Oh, I can't wait! - I know.
OK.
I can give you a slow-release OxyContin to tide you over.
- Yes, so just get on with it! - OK.
- (GROANS) - Here you go. Come on.
Come on.
OK. Here you go.
That's it. Good.
Mum! Mum, you have to swallow it!
OK, spit it out. Spit. Spit.
- (DOORBELL RINGS) - Oh, God, yep.
Oh, it's alright.
- It's OK. - (WHIMPERS)
Governor.
I know you've got your hands full. I've brought some food.
Oh, I'm...
Thanks. Thank you.
I'm... I'm just in the middle of something at the moment.
- Yeah, yeah. - Would you like to come in?
No, no, no, no. I don't want to interrupt.
- Vera! - I have to go.
- Sorry. I have to see to her. - Vera.
Mum, you're fine.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)
Who's that?
Um, Mum, this is my boss, Governor Ferguson.
FERGUSON: Hello.
I'm very pleased to meet you, Mrs Bennett.
Vera's told me so much about you.
Um, Ms Ferguson's kindly brought us some dinner.
Be a damned sight better than what you've been feeding me.
I have to puree her food. She has difficulty swallowing.
I have difficulty swallowing the muck she gives me.
I'm sure Vera is doing her very best, Rita.
She tries, but she can't cut it.
It's the story of her life.
She's like this at work too, I bet, huh?
(WHISPERS INAUDIBLY)
Mum, I think that's enough for now, don't you?
Vera, I need something for the pain.
Yeah. Yep, I'll get you something.
Look, why don't you do what you need to do.
I'll heat one of these up for the two of you.
No, I don't want to put you to any trouble.
No trouble at all. Just point me in the direction of the kitchen.
That way.
I'm sorry about Mum.
She's a bit delirious with all the medication...
Hey, hey, hey, don't apologise.
She's got quite a cocktail, then.
Half of them don't seem to work anymore.
These orange ones are supposed to knock out a horse.
- They barely touch her. - RITA: Vera!
Thanks for this.
ROSE: She's recovered well, physically at least.
Dr Rashan thinks it was a deliberate OD.
So has he prescribed any medication?
Yep, he's put her on a course of antidepressants.
Very good.
- She can return to her unit. - It'll take some time...
Get back into a routine as soon as possible.
Remove her cuffs.
(CHATTER)
-Hey-
Look, I've been thinking.
Maybe you should give me the number
and I could sort it out, yeah?
Oh, Jesus. Maybe you should have let me die.
Hey, that's the thanks I get?
Would you just give me the fuckin' number?
- Fuck you! - You know what?
- Fuck you. - Fuck you.
You've gotta stop feeling so sorry for yourself, Simmo.
Hey, you're not special.
Everyone's been through shit in this place.
You have everything to live for.
You have a beautiful daughter
and a loving husband and they're both still there for you.
Nothing is more important than that.
OK, settle down, Smith. Go have your breakfast.
So you need to find the guts to do what you have to to survive.
Like every single one of these women has had to do.
- You hear me? - (MUGS BANG ON TABLETOPS)
You need to sort your shit, Simmo.
Fuckin' toughen up.
- WOMAN: Whoo! - OK, that's enough, ladies.
Settle down, ladies.
Calm down, please!
Calm down!
(CLANGING FADES)
Gee, you gave Simmo a serve this morning.
- Is everything OK? - Yeah.
- Yeah? - BOOMER: Whatever. (CHUCKLES)
- (BIRD CHIRPS) - Hey. Hey.
Mr Faulkner, can I just show Dor?
- Yeah, go on. - Thank you, sir.
- Hey, Dor. - Oh, what's happened?
- No, he's OK, he's OK. - (CHIRPS)
He just got out of his box and fell right on his arse.
-Didn't ya?
- I think he was trying to fly. - Oh, hello.
- Hey. - You cute thing.
- Talking to ya. - Yeah. Go ahead.
- Alright. - Give him a go.
- See how he goes. - Here ya go, mate.
- He's so cute, isn't he? - Isn't he?
- Here you go. - (CHIRPS)
Hey, maybe if I chuck him off the roof he'll fly.
- Booms! - What? He's a bird.
- That's what they do. - Not yet.
- Have a go at him. - He's a baby.
- Is he gonna fly? - He's still a fuckin' bird.
- He's thirsty. - Go on, Dor, get him.
- Get him. Get him. - He's thirsty.
BOOMER: They fly, Liz, they're birds.
What's the fuckin' problem?
Right.
Chocolate, booze,
ciggies, weed,
and...
...ta-da,
pink dragon.
Awesome.
- (CHIRPS) - What a cutie.
- Cute, isn't he? - Yeah.
- It's all good. - OK, I'll send Boomer in.
Yeah, I, uh...| don't want another Boomer blow.
Fine. Suit yourself.
I told ya the pink dragon was gonna cost ya, baby.
Fuck off.
(GRUNTS)
You're not gonna squeal, are ya, baby?
Eh?
Not with all those lovely goodies at stake, eh?
You're not gonna squeal.
- (SCREAMS) - Oh, shit!
MILES: Sierra 6 to Sierra 3, we need help.
- Repeat, we need help. - BATES: Christ!
(INDISTINCT RADIO COMMUNICATION)
How is this fair? I'm the victim here.
Bates is on his way to the hospital.
That fork punctured his scrotum.
Yeah, good. He was askin' for it.
Yeah, good move, Franky.
MAN ON P.A.: Attention, compound.
All prisoners return to their units...
MILES: Alright, ladies, let's go.
Alright, guys, get Jenkins out of there. Let's move.
- Yes, sir. - Alright, you clowns listen up.
I want you to gather up all your tools
and your personal belongings.
Leave nothing behind 'cause you won't be coming back, right?
- Let's move. - Nash! Nash, over here.
Hey, boy, what do you think you're doing?
Taylor, are you deaf?
I said haul your arse out of here. Let's go.
Please, Mr Fletcher, can you let me in?
This area's now off limits to you, Anderson, OK?
Please, it's just for a second.
You two trying to get me suspended?
No, no, no, no. We just want to say goodbye.
Please, sir.
Listen, it's tough, OK?
But you've just gotta let it go and move on, alright?
Move on, Taylor. Let's go. Move.
NASH: Here.
Hey, hold onto it for me, OK?
Let's go. Move.
Let's go. In the back, mate. Come on.
Come on, mate. Come on. In you get. Let's go.
Alright.
Start her up.
(ENGINE STARTS)
Let's roll off. Let's go.
Sierra 6, this is Sierra 3.
I need someone to help me bag some evidence.
MAN ON RADIO: Copy that.
Well, that was a bloody cock-up, wasn't it?
Oh... or not.
What?
(GIGGLES)
So, while everyone was freaking out over Bates, right?
- Yeah? - I rescued all the gear.
Franky's gonna be so stoked when she gets out of the slot.
You want some?
No.
Right.
- Oh, hey, Lizzie? - Yeah?
From zero to hero.
- Mmm. - (TRIUMPHANTLY) Oww!
(LAUGHS)
(PANTS)
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
Have a seat.
Bloody hell, Mr Fletcher.
Twice in one week, eh?
Don't know why I bother making me bed.
We found your little hidey hole in the shed, Jenkins.
I don't know what you're talkin' about.
Yeah, of course you don't.
No idea.
- Oh, looky looky here, huh? - (RATTLING)
Sounds like Christmas.
What have we got here?
- Nothin'. - Nothin'?
No, it's not mine.
- Not yours? - Nuh.
We'll see about that.
You idiot.
Move. Move!
(GRUNTS)
It's nice of you to visit.
Are you missing me?
No.
It was self-defence.
I don't doubt you had reasonable grounds.
You should be entitled to an acquittal,
if the police choose to press charges.
Yeah, so why am I here?
Well, here's the thing.
And it's bad news, I'm afraid.
Ms Bennett discovered your drop box in the garden shed.
It was a very clever little arrangement.
Why is it MY drop box
when the whole prison had access to that shed?
Come on, you're the only one with the smarts
to come up with something as sophisticated as that.
Thank you for the compliment, but I know nothing about it.
- Well, that's strange... - (DOOR UNLOCKS AND OPENS)
...'cause a stash of heroin was just found
in your little helper's cell.
Fuck off and get your big paws off me! I can walk!
She'll be up for at least another seven years.
Possession of a trafficable quantity.
Is that how you look after your friends?
BOOMER: Franky?
Booms.
You OK?
Yeah, babe. You good?
Yeah, I'm alright.
How's Slater travelling on these meds?
Well, it's still early days,
but she seems to be turning a corner.
Mmm. I noticed that too.
What was Franky doing in the shed with that man?
Well, I heard Boomer got sprung with a whole lot of gear.
Join the dots.
So she's taken the fall for Franky?
I also heard Ms Miles got suspended.
Really?
Which one of you bitches stole my rubber gloves?!
(GRUNTS)
Oh, shit.
Hey, did you put that water...
Smith? What's going on?
You alright?
This is Sierra 3. We've got a code black in H4.
This is the same pink shit I confiscated from H2.
Well, you obviously didn't find it all, did you?
She was determined to end it, Bea.
There was nothing you could do about it.
SONG: ♪ Just yesterday I was on top of my game with you
♪ Then I should say, when you were away I think I knew
♪ But I refused
♪ I refused to see
♪ Why did you never come clean with me?
♪ Why did you never come clean with me? ♪