KAZ: Will Jackson did this to you, didn't he?
Shit!
Mr Jackson wouldn't lay a finger on her. She's playing you.
You can't be seen defending a screw.
You know there's nothing worse than that.
I got your results.
The tests indicate some malignant cells.
There's gonna be an attack on Mr Jackson.
- What?! - Payback for the Ferguson thing, now.
Mr Jackson, if you're in the kitchen you need to get out.
Ah!
There won't be any action against you.
But you... You have to slot me, yeah?
- You have to! - I just came to say thank you.
Mr Jackson?
Ugh!
(GROANS)
- BEA: Ugh! - (YELLING)
INMATES: Bea! Bea! Bea! Bea!
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. ♪
(CHILDREN SQUEAL)
('I DO LIKE TO BE BESIDE THE SEASIDE' PLAYS)
MAN: Proctor.
Proctor.
Proctor!
Do you hear me?
You've got a scheduled visit.
WOMAN ON P.A.: Attention, compound.
Attention, compound. H Block are now called for breakfast.
- Hey, that's my bloody bacon! - Fuck off, butchy, it's mine!
Don't you 'butchy' me, you skinny-arsed chopstick.
- JUICE: Here, give it 'ere! - TINA: Hey, piss off!
Where's Kaz?
- Got a visitor. - Oh, who?
JUICE: Here, give it 'ere.
- I said give it 'ere! - Piss off!
- While the cat's away... - I'll sort it.
BOOMER: Hey, hey!
That's my bacon.
She snaffled it after I already bagsed it.
OK, just quit it, alright. Quit it.
- Back off, Bamm-Bamm! - No, you...
Watch yourself, chinky-chonks.
It's like a jolt of oxygen.
Top dog's in the slot, the women can finally breathe.
She'll be out soon enough.
I thought you only ate pussy, Juice.
- I'll eat your pussy juice! - No!
No-one's eatin' anyone's pussy juice!
Just get some other fuckin' bacon.
There is no other fuckin' bacon!
- What, is that the last bit? - Mm.
- Oh, for f... - Eh!
- Oh, Booms! - You're welcome!
- Come on, Maxine. - I'm gonna go.
Now, the good news is there's a high proportion
of oestrogen-receptive cells among the malignant ones.
OK, what does that mean?
Well, there's a better chance
that the cancer will respond to hormone therapy.
But I'm already on hormone therapy.
We need to starve the tumour of the oestrogen it needs to grow.
I can't stop taking oestrogen.
Actually, there is an alternative,
but it does come with higher risks.
Now, the oncologist, Dr Hughes,
is running a clinical trial on a new drug
that's targeting hormone-positive cancers.
If we can move you to his hospital's secure ward,
he may be able to pull a few strings.
Now, you'd have to start today.
Yes. Yes, please.
How's he eating?
Yeah, like a little champ.
Yeah. Loves his Weeties, don't you, mate?
- How's the job hunt? - Yeah, couple of good prospects.
Good.
How about the conjugal, eh? That good news or what?
Yeah. (CLEARS THROAT)
You could sound a tad more excited.
Oh, no, I am, babe. I'm just...
I'm just wrapping my head around the thought
of actually being alone with you.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
(LAUGHTER AND CHATTER)
(BABY GRIZZLES, WALKIE-TALKIE CRACKLES)
(DOOR UNLOCKS)
Take a seat, ma'am.
So, this is, uh,
where your women's lib palaver's got you, is it?
Really?
10 years, that's the first thing out of your mouth?
Oh, it was just... I was just... No, I'm sorry, it was...
- I'm a bit nervous. - Spare me the act, Mum. Don't.
Yeah, a weakness of any kind,
I'd forgotten how much that disgusts you.
Self-pity disgusts me.
You're a tough nut, Karen.
Do you know, even when you were a kid you had a...
...hardness about you.
Did I?
You're so full of shit. What are you doing here?
Your father.
- When? - Three days ago.
Emphysema.
It turned into pneumonia and...
He fought the good fight.
But, you know, pack and a half a day of smokes for 40 years,
it's hardly surprising.
So, you got nothin' to say about that?
- Any deathbed confessions? - Oh, Karen!
Are you still holding onto that? He's dead, it's over.
It's over?!
Look, the funeral's on Tuesday.
If it's possible you should try and be there.
Why the fuck would I go to his funeral?
Language, Proctor.
- Because you owe me. - I owe you?
Yes, you owe me.
I sacrificed everything to keep our family together.
I wish I'd been there to see him die,
to watch him drown in his own SPIT!
Keep it down, Proctor.
(BABY CRIES)
I'm done.
(SIGHS)
- I'm sorry, she's just... - (DOOR UNLOCKS)
She's a bit upset. Her father's just died. She's...
VERA ON RADIO: Sierra 2 calling Sierra 3.
Yeah, Sierra 3, go ahead.
Mr Jackson, can you come up to my office, please?
WILL: On my way.
Will Jackson. He's, of course, my deputy.
He interviewed you. I'll get him to give you the tour.
Great. Thanks.
So is it true
the previous governor's been moved out of protection?
- Where did you hear that? - Walford.
Yes, it is true.
Did you have any experience with our women
while they were housed at Walford?
No, I've only worked with men.
Before Walford I did a two-year stretch at Long Bay.
Hm. Stretch? You make it sound like a prison sentence.
We're all lifers. (CHUCKLES)
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
Ah Mr Jackson. You know Jake Stewart, of course.
- Yeah. Good to see you again. - Hey, mate.
- Thanks for the gig. - Pleasure.
I thought you could give him the tour.
- Sure. Um, let's go. - Alright.
Oh, Kaz Proctor's had a death in the family. Her father.
Could be a grief counselling issue.
I'll alert Miss Westfall.
- WILL: OK. - Great chatting.
Thanks.
Hey.
Hi.
(BEA SIGHS)
Can I have a private word with my peer worker, please?
(BEA SIGHS)
So, what was that all about?
You attacking Mr Jackson like that?
I did what I had to do.
Don't worry about it.
- What's Ferguson up to? - Nothin'.
Screws are keepin' a close eye on her,
but she's still being protected by Kaz.
Kaz been stirrin' up shit since I've been in here?
I dunno. I've had my own stuff to deal with.
Yeah? Like what?
MY conjugal.
- It's finally been approved. - Yeah?
- Yeah. - That's a good thing, isn't it?
Well, we've only done it once, up against a wall.
And Nash has never seen me naked.
Well, he's in for a treat, then, isn't he?
And I've had a baby since then.
Dor, once he buries his face in these babies,
he's not gonna worry about anything else.
What?
(BOTH LAUGH)
- Hey... - Yeah?
I need you to get a message to Maxine for me.
BOOMER: Lizzie!
LIZ: Booms.
Wha-hey!
- BOOMER: Yes! - LIZ: Ah, come on, come on.
- BOOMER: Chinky-chonks! - Time, time, time out.
No! No fuckin' time out.
- You've already had a time out. - Hey, chill, Bamm-Bamm!
It's not the fuckin' Olympics.
- What's goin' on there? - I dunno.
- Game's over. - What? No, it's not.
No, it's not fuckin' over, 'cause we're winning!
We were winning, Tina.
So, in here is the yard for H Block,
where we house some of our highest-profile prisoners,
including Bea Smith,
who's currently in the slot following an attack.
Who'd she attack?
- Me. - (CHUCKLES)
Oh, that's, uh... (CHUCKLES) Shit.
Hey, which one's the ex-governor?
Is it true she actually petitioned to get into general?
Mm-hm.
So, why hasn't she been ripped apart?
We had her under 24-hour guard.
We still keep a close eye on her,
but she's with Kaz Proctor's crew now.
Red Right Hand. They protect her.
She can't be that terrifying if she needs protection.
She knows the system better than anyone,
which makes her the most dangerous prisoner in here.
- BOOM ER: Hey! - LIZ: Ooh!
BOOMER: Hey, check out the hottie!
- Hey, hottie! How's it goin'? - (INMATES WHOOP)
- Oh! - BOOMER: He's mine, bitches!
Yeah, good morning to you too, ladies.
Mr Jackson's got a friend now, hasn't he?
Isn't it good to see the women loosening up a bit
while Bea Smith's in the s...
Hey, got a message from Bea.
Mm-hm?
Keep an eye on Ferguson and Kaz in case they try something.
What?
While Bee's in the slot, you're top dog, right?
She wants me to spread the word.
Nothing happens without your say-so.
Doreen, I...
I can't be top dog.
- LIZ: Hey? - What's goin' on?
But you're Bee's 2lC.
Honey, I can't.
Oh, no, come on, Maxie. I-I can help you, if you want.
Bea thinks Kaz or Ferguson might make a move.
- You've gotta hold the fort. - Just have to find someone else.
There is no-one else.
I reckon there's somethin' goin' down with that Asian crew,
'cause my radar is pingin' like crazy.
Tina and Kim are cookin' somethin' up for sure.
I saw Kim meeting some bloke in the visitors'.
- Yeah? - Yeah. Gave him a big pash too.
- Oh. - Ho-ho, no way!
Bea'|| go ballistic
if this place is flushed with gear when she gets out.
You are gonna have to do something, love.
- (RETCHES) - Stick them far down!
No!
No, here, I'll do it.
- (VOMITS) - Yeah, that's it.
That's it, good girl.
MAXINE: I'll have that.
- Give it to me! - Piss off, lady boy.
- You're not the fuckin' boss! - Yeah, she is.
- Crap. Says who? - Bea.
Since she's in the slot, Maxine's top dog.
Oh, bullshit!
Ooh! Ah!
You fuck with Maxine, you fuck with Bea!
Oh!
This sucks!
(TAPS vvmoovv)
Governor approved the transit order.
Go get your stuff.
I've changed my mind. I can't go.
You're kidding.
Do you know how much paperwork I had to fill out?
Please thank Dr Chappell for me.
Yeah, yeah.
- Oh, Kaz, have you got a moment? - I'm having a shower.
I heard you've suffered a bereavement.
Your father.
Thought we could make an appointment.
Who told you?
It's important you get the chance to grieve properly.
Not an easy thing to do in a place like this.
I'll manage.
(SIGHS)
(CARNIVAL MUSIC PLAYS)
WOMAN: Karen!
Karen, come inside and get changed, please.
Daddy!
(CHICKEN CLUCKS)
DAD: Close your eyes, Karen.
(HORSE NEIGHS)
DAD: Alright, you can open them now.
YOUNG KAREN: He's beautiful, Daddy.
(YOUNG KAREN LAUGHS)
So, what are you gonna call him?
- Prince. - (LAUGHS)
I thought I was your prince.
YOUNG KAREN: No, you're my daddy.
DAD: Yeah, and you're my special little girl.
- DAD: Eh? - YOUNG KAREN: Yeah, I am.
(KAZ SIGHS)
DAD: How about a cuddle for Daddy?
(DARK MUSIC)
(CHATTER)
You heard about Conway?
Where's Kaz?
Her dad just died. She wants to be alone.
She did seem a bit discombobulated
out in the yard.
Yeah.
Were they close?
I'll give you some advice, Joanie.
Never ask Kaz about her old man.
(CHATTER)
Have you heard? It's Maxine Conway.
While Smith is in the slot, Conway's been moved up.
A man is now top dog!
Oh, I can't believe it.
What are we gonna do? You have to do something.
Of course this is all part of Smith's plan.
She's laughing at us,
rubbing our noses in it.
(VOICE FADES) That staged attack on Will Jackson,
just so she can luxuriate in the slot.
(DRIPPING WATER DROWNS OUT SPEECH)
Shut up! Shut up!
Just get out!
Just fuck off and leave me alone.
Sorry.
Think, think, think.
Think, think, think. Plan.
OK, OK, OK, OK.
Take your time.
A feint. Retreat.
Good.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)
(SIGHS)
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
I'm sorry I overstepped the mark.
I know now that you're... you're grieving.
Allie told me about your father, just... just now.
She had no right telling you that.
Why don't you want to talk about him?
Where's your dad?
I see you don't want to talk about yours either.
What's that about?
I had a... a difficult relationship with my father.
Why?
He... he was a hard, domineering man. He was...
...cruel, manipulative,
demanding.
Did he fuck you?
MAN ON P.A.: Attention, prisoners.
Work details are commencing in five minutes.
You called for me, Ms Miles?
This is Tasha Goodwin. I put her in H1.
This is Doreen Anderson. She's a peer worker.
She'll take care of you.
Conduct the orientation.
Hi, Tasha. Where are you from?
Cape Leveque.
In the Kimberley. Gee, you're a long way from your mob, eh?
Right, ladies, down the corridor, let's go.
(WOMEN SHOUT AND CHATTER)
It's not as scary as it looks.
(DISTORTED, UNSETTLING MUSIC)
(DOOR LOCKS)
So, this is Liz.
Hi, Tasha. That's a lovely name. So is it short for Natasha?
- Oh, and Boomer. - Hey.
How old are you?
- I'm 1a. - Oh.
Tasha's from the west, north of Broome.
That's lovely. So what brought you all the way over here?
LIZ: Wouldn't have been the weather.
Ran away a few years back, |ookin' for somethin' better.
Bloody well not here, is it? (LAUGHS)
Oh, hey, this is Maxine. Maxine, this is Tasha.
- Hey, Tasha. - Maxine is acting top dog.
The boss.
So nothing bad can happen to ya.
H1 is the safest place in prison.
BOOMER: You gotta follow some rules, but.
- Like don't touch my stuff. - Alright, Booms.
I was gettin' to that.
So, you gotta be standing by your door for their head count.
You can keep you door open or shut, it's totally up to you.
Yeah, but most girls keep it open, love.
Don't borrow anyone's stuff, like especially mine.
At least not without asking.
BOOMER: I'll say "bugger off", so don't.
And these panic buttons, don't ever press one.
Even
OK, let's get you settled in.
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
- Governor, sorry, is now a... - Yes, Mr Stewart, come in.
So, how are you settling in?
Great! Everyone's been real friendly.
Linda Miles is a hoot.
Yes, she is fun, isn't she?
Yeah.
- Is there something you... - I... Just...
I don't mean to sound forward,
but I'd like to make some time to discuss some things with you.
Some things?
Ideas.
Certain strategies I picked up at Walford,
and developed, that I think could be implemented here.
Oh, well, I am always open to new ideas, a fresh perspective.
If you make a time with my assistant...
- Like now, for instance. - I don't have time right now.
-No, I don't right mean right now, I mean now.
You've got your top dog in the slot.
Yes, that's right.
Well, at Walford, when King Shit was in the hole...
Sorry, excuse my...
When the prisoner in charge was in solitary,
it was like Christmas in general.
And I used to say, "When it's Christmas in general,
"that's the time to play Grinch."
Yes, Mr Stewart.
I think you just read my mind.
Looks like we're both on the same wavelength.
Why have you called a ramp?
Smith's in the slot. It's the perfect opportunity.
(DOG GROWLS)
(DOG BARKS)
GUARD: This cell clear.
GUARD: Come on.
- (DOG WHINES) - Here, Gov.
- Bullshit, that's not mine. - Governor.
- Slot Novak. - Kaz...
- JAKE: Let's go. - Get the fuck off me!
- Kaz, it's not mine! Ow! - Settle down.
ALLIE: Fuck Off!
- Oh! - Oh, fuck!
Get the fuck... Ow!
Kaz, it's not my gear.
KAZ: Come on!
(DOOR SLIDES OPEN)
(ALLIE YELLS)
It's not my shit, you fucking prick!
GUARD: Get her in there.
ALLIE: It wasn't my gear!
(DOOR SLAMS)
(CHATTER)
(OPPRESSIVE MUSIC)
(LAUGHTER AND CHATTER)
We don't wanna be seen with you. Piss off, Freak!
You wanna have another round with me and the boys, do ya?
As delightful as that sounds, uh, no, thank you.
So why the fuck are your tits in my face?
I'm hoping that if I can tempt you with fresher, tastier meat,
you'll turn your nose up at this battered old cunt.
Call it my survival instinct.
(KEYS TURN IN LOCK)
I don't need to see you.
My presence is mandatory, I'm afraid.
And I don't suppose you give a shit
if I tell you the drugs weren't mine.
OK, look, Allie,
you do have a history of addiction.
I'm not using again!
I believe you.
But it can be a struggle to stay sober,
and I have some strategies
that can help you prevent slipping back into addiction.
I don't need 'em.
I got my own strategies, and they work for me.
Do you mind sharing them with me?
Bea Smith.
BRIDGET: Aha, her anti-drug policy.
So is it the fear of the top dog's wrath
that keeps you clean?
Shit, no, it's not fear. It's her strength.
What she did, it was a real inspiration to us.
I've never seen anything like it.
BRIDGET: I'm not sure I can use a convicted murderer
as a role model in my counselling sessions, but...
...I'm glad it worked for you.
ALLIE: Good. I can keep her to myself then.
Our hot little secret.
Hm.
You've got soft hands.
The Walford nurse had hands like a brickie.
I don't root work colleagues.
Oh! I wasn't cracking onto you.
So, who's the biggest pain in the arse in here?
- Apart from you? - (DOOR UNLOCKS)
A dozen foils of ice, several balloons of heroin
and a hidden stash of ecstasy.
And that's just what didn't end up in the plumbing.
I'd call that a successful ramp.
- Mm. How's the bite? - I fixed him up.
Novak's a former addict, isn't she?
Hep C negative. I checked.
That'd be nice. A dose of the dirty C first day of the job.
That's all I'd need. Party on!
(LAUGHS)
Haven't I told you to tone down the make-up?
I'll see you tomorrow, Mr Stewart.
You can call me Jake, Governor.
Is she always so uptight?
Her nickname's Vinegar Tits.
Says it all.
BEA: If they weren't your drugs, whose were they?
Bea?
You're in the next slot?
Nah, I'm in a penthouse overlooking the beach.
Yeah, I'm in the next slot.
You told Westfall it wasn't your gear.
(SIGHS)
You know I gave you the heads-up about Mr Jackson
to save him from getting a bashing,
not so you could give him a beating.
Yeah, can you just answer my question?
It was planted in my cell.
I think by Ferguson.
Do you believe me?
Do you think that Ferguson knows
that you told me about the attack on Mr Jackson?
I think she just wants me out of the way
so she can get a clear run at Kaz.
Why?
She's already got Kaz in her corner.
Oh, you know her better than I do.
So, what is it with you and Kaz?
Why would you get involved with someone like that?
- Someone like that? - BEA: Yeah.
Because she was kind to me.
'Cause she's the only person
who's ever given a shit about me.
I was at a women's shelter where Kaz was volunteering, and...
...| was a mess.
She took me under her wing and she got me off the gear.
She held my head over the toilet when I spewed
and cleaned me up when I shat myself.
I love her.
I owe her my life.
- Hey! - Hey, mate.
First scar.
Should I get a tetanus?
Well, if you're planning on sticking around
there'|| be plenty more.
Well, maybe next time I won't be so eager recommending a ramp.
Ramp was your idea?
You work out.
Obviously.
We should work out together.
I'm on the lookout for a partner.
Last one tore his pec trying to snatch and press.
I'm in a different league to you, but...
I work out by myself, mate.
Righto.
The offer's there anyway.
See you tomorrow, Linda.
You will.
New guy's kinda hot.
Don't waste your time, Linda.
(WHISPERS) Gay.
Oh.
(DISTURBING MUSIC)
I'm not who you think I am.
Killing Brayden Holt wasn't an act of strength, it was...
...it was hatred.
Pure revenge.
How's that for inspiring?
ALLIE: But it was.
It was!
I don't wanna be the reason why
you don't shove crank into your veins.
OK? I don't want that responsibility.
Hey, all that stuff I said to Westfall,
it was bullshit, you know?
You gotta give the shrink something
to get 'em off your back, right?
Sure.
ALLIE: ..then my dad kicked me out again
when he found out that I worked as a prostitute and lived as...
He didn't wanna face the fact that I was homeless
and sleeping in doorways and down alleys and on the street.
Hey, you're an Allie cat.
(RAPS) ♪ Motherfuckin' ho, go with the flow
♪ Bitches be mean... ♪
(BEA RAPS) ♪ Yeah, 'cause we're wearin' green! ♪
- BEA: Mm-hm. - (ALLIE LAUGHS)
- BEA: What? - They're teal, you dickhead!
BEA: They were everywhere.
I told her that snails need to be outside,
but she said that they needed friends and they needed a home.
I told her she should make a home out of cardboard.
A few days later
I go outside and there's just dead snails everywhere.
She'd made a little snail hotel out of a snail pellet box.
(CHUCKLES)
Oh, snails check in, but they never check out.
(LAUGHS) Oh, God.
(BOTH LAUGH)
Are you OK?
Yeah.
Tell me more about Debbie.
What do you wanna know?
ALLIE: Everything.
Well, she was...
...smart,
and really stubborn.
Most of all, she was...
She was kind.
MAN ON P.A.: Attention, compound. Attention, compound.
Count will commence in 10 minutes.
BRIDGET: Morning.
You'll be spending the day in the psych ward today, Allie.
(CLEARS THROAT) Why?
Relax. Standard procedure following an officer assault.
Come on.
Anderson, I need you now.
We're just on the way to the showers, Ms Radcliffe.
You've been approved for a booty call?
Yeah.
I need a piss test before medical can sign-off.
I've got a busy day. It's now or never.
You remember where the showers are?
You go on. I'll be right behind you.
(UNSETTLING MUSIC)
You look a little lost.
I'm, um, just goin' to the showers.
I'll show you the way.
Come on.
Here we are.
(CHATTER)
(WATER RUNS)
- Alright, get the fuck out. - Fuck off.
- Go on, scamper! Hurry up. - Fuck off.
Go on. Oh, not you, sweetie. You can stay.
Mm. What do you reckon, Stel?
Fresh. (SNIFFS)
It's alright, darlin'.
I'm just here to give you your mandatory sexual health check.
- (LAUGHS) - (TASHA SQUEALS)
Hold her, Stel! Whoa, wriggly little bugger!
(TASHA WHIMPERS)
JUICE: Come on, sweetie.
It's time to open up for Juice.
- (SIREN BLARES) - Oh, fuck!
What did you do?
(DOOR SLIDES OPEN)
JUICE: Get your bloody hands off me!
Cop a feel, did ya?!
Come on, get in, get in.
(DOOR SLAMS)
Ya fuckin' pervert!
Shut your mouth!
- Fuck! - BEA1 Juice!
What happened?
Some silly twat pressed the button on me, that's what.
- Who? - A newbie.
What did you do to her, Juice?
Nothing. I was tryin' to be nice and she freaked out.
And when I get out of here
I'm gonna kill that little licorice...
- You're not gonna do anything. - She pressed the button, Bea.
So she'll be dealt with.
By who? You're in the slot.
Oi, shut up, both of you, now.
BEA: Maxine'|| deal with things.
JUICE: She bloody better.
(CHATTER)
She's fucked. She shouldn't have called them, but.
- She's finished. - LIZ: Just give me your jam.
(CHATTER)
Where's Doreen?
She's in the unit with Tasha. The poor kid wasn't hungry.
Hey, are you gonna punish her?
'Cause, like, everyone's talkin' about it, eh?
Like, pushing the panic button.
It's the worst thing that you can do.
Juice would have raped her if she didn't press that button.
Then it would have been Juice who was in the shit.
So either way someone has to cop it?
Yeah.
We sort out our own problems. We never involve the screws.
That's the code.
You're the boss. You're gonna have to do something.
(SIGHS)
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
Laundry at changeover.
- What? - Word's gone out.
Conway's gonna exact punishment
on that little girl that Lucy attacked.
FERGUSON: Are we gonna let it happen?
You have the power to stop it.
If I openly challenge him,
it's no different to challenging Bea.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
No, you're right.
There are risks involved. Nobody could blame you for not...
This poor little girl.
She's got no way of standing up for herself.
(DOOR CLOSES)
MUM: You can't tell anyone, OK?
Please, baby, you can't say anything. You can't.
DAD: What's goin' on?
MUM: You see what you've done now?
Stay here.
MUM: Jim, where are you going?
- I gotta get out of here. - Please! Just...
Look, I know you're under a lot of stress now.
Oh, you got no idea.
MUM: That little bitch is a liar. You wouldn't do that.
(HORSE SNORTS)
DAD: Did she say I touched her? Is that what she said?
She lies, Jim. I know it's not true.
No-one's gonna believe her shit.
DAD: Oh, for fuck's sake!
We need to stay together, huh?
She'll forget it. She'll be fine.
Nothing has to change.
That's bullshit.
MUM: She'll forget it!
I'll be fucked if I let that bastard hurt her.
(STEAM HISSES)
Maxine, you can't do this.
- Bring her over here, Boomer. - You can't.
- Boomer, don't. - TASHA: What are you doing?
- Don't! Maxine, please. - LIZ: Dor...
This is hard on Max too, love.
Tasha, look at me.
Tasha. Do you know what's going on?
Do you understand why you're here?
I, uh, stole some cash,
and... and booze,
and... and... and that big bloke, he...
He surprised me and I panicked and I hit him with a bottle.
No, honey, I don't mean that.
I mean, do you know why you're here, now, in the laundry?
No? OK, OK.
You remember when you first arrived
and Doreen told you about the rules?
The rules, remember? Rules?
- I didn't touch your stuff. - No, you didn't touch her stuff.
But what you did was press the panic button.
- Now, Doreen told you never... - But she was gonna hurt me!
MAXINE: I know she was, darling, I know she was.
And if she did, she'd be here instead of you.
Bring her closer.
No.
Bring her closer, Boomer.
No! (CRIES) No!
BOOMER: Shh.
Boomer, I said bring her closer.
(WAILS) Please, what are you doing?
No, what are you doing? Please, no.
No, Doreen, please!
Dor, you'll just have to take care of her
when it's all over, love.
TASHA: Doreen!
Please, no!
TASHA: No, no, no, no, no!
(SOBS)
- Take her hand away. - What?
I said, take her hand out of the steam press.
- What about the rules? - What about them, Boomer?
(TASHA WHIMPERS)
I know she broke a rule, OK?
The most important rule we have.
But while Bee's in the slot, I'm top dog.
If any punishment's to be dealt out,
it's up to me what course it takes.
I'm letting Tasha off with a warning.
(TASHA SOBS)
Fuckin' pussy.
Does anyone here have a problem with that?
- No. - (TASHA WHIMPERS)
Alright, great. Shaw's over, ladies. Back to your units.
DAD: Come into the barn, Karen.
YOUNG KAREN: No, Daddy.
(UNSETTLING MUSIC)
DAD: You come with me!
YOUNG KAREN: No!
YOUNG KAREN: Stop, you're hurting me.
(GAS PS)
KAZ AND YOUNG KAREN: I don't want to.
This is what happens to little girls who tell lies.
I never bloody touched you!
YOUNG KAREN: Daddy, no!
(GUN FIRES, HORSE BELLOWS)
(LAUGHTER)
...there was two of 'em, and I...
- Hey, did Kit tell you? - Yeah. Didn't want to, though.
BOOMER: What's for dessert?
Bread and butter pudding!
I bloody love bread and butter pudding.
I fucked up. They're all gonna turn.
Showing mercy - how can that be bad, love?
We're not in a Catholic school, Liz.
DOREEN: What's goin' on?
Oh! Ho-ho-ho, sweet!
(BOOMER CHUCKLES)
- Governor. - Mr Stewart.
Uh, have you seen Mr Jackson?
Nope.
We should catch up for a drink.
Excuse me?
A drink. You know, the two of us.
Well, um,
that would be unprofessional.
(CHUCKLES) I wasn't meaning like a date.
Yeah, no, of course.
Just to go over more strategies.
- You know, from Walford. - Yes, yes.
We can set up a time to do that.
Great. See you.
(Bay-
(DOOR SLAMS)
(SOFTLY) Bea!
(TAPPING)
ALLIE: Bea!
Yo!
(RAPS) ♪ DJ Allie Cat, wiggedy-wack
♪ Novak MC callin' out to Bea
♪ Prison rap queen How you been, yo?
IUhl ♪
Bea, why won't you talk to me?
- Bea! - Shut the fuck up, will ya?
I'm tryin' to sleep!
And so is Juice.
(SIGHS)
(CHILDREN SQUEAL AND LAUGH)
(CARNIVAL MUSIC)
I loved him.
(CHUCKLES)
In spite of what he did.
(CRYING) Did it make me...
...fucked up?
Or perverse?
Or just a total fuckin' hypocrite?
FERGUSON: No.
(KAZ SOBS)
It's possible to love and hate at the same time.
(CONTINUES SOBBING)
I'll never leave you.