I think they're trying to pull a surprise witness.
- I don't know who it is. - I do.
We'd like you to submit a written statement
and to appear in court for cross-examination.
OK.
I know that wasn't the sentence you were hoping for.
You will have 12 long years with Bea Smith.
Fuck you! Fuck!
I'm angry at the fucker who put me in here.
I've decided to have the operation.
You take care of Jesper. I'll handle her.
- What are you gonna do? - Kill Bea Smith.
- I'm not gay. - I don't care what you are.
You care about me.
We should get back for the count.
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. ♪
(SERENE MUSIC)
(LAUGHTER AND CHATTER)
KAZ: I'm done.
- Hey, thank you! - MEL: Thank you.
- You're the best. Thank you. - You're a legend.
(LAUGHTER AND CHATTER)
PRISONER: Thanks, babe.
BOOMER: Look at Dors.
I bet you she's real bored.
- She looks bored, eh? - LIZ: Yeah, she does.
Well, I hear Kaz makes 20-minute speeches every day.
- What about? - Power and oppression.
BOOMER: You reckon Dors has got
post-natal oppression or somethin'?
(OTHERS LAUGH)
No, mate, its post-natal DE-pression, not OH-pression.
- Well, has she got it or what? - LIZ: No, no.
(TENDER MUSIC)
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
So, uh, you can see I made the equipment room real nice for ya.
You shouldn't have.
(BEA LAUGHS)
- I'm sorry. - Sorry?
- I'm sorry. - Sorry? (CHUCKLES)
It's too soon for that. |...|...| got it.
No, no, no, no, it... it's not too soon.
I, um...
(SIGHS) But I don't know what to do.
OK.
Well, do you wanna just, um, sit down for a bit?
Yeah.
Yeah. That'd be good.
(SIGHS)
So how's your day been?
- (CHUCKLES) - Dispense any justice?
If... if I wanna just talk, that's gonna be OK?
No, no, it is. It is. It is. Of course it is.
(CHUCKLES)
So, what were you into before all this?
Mmm, what do you mean?
What do you think I mean?
| don't know. (CHUCKLES)
- What were you into? - I was into you.
(CHUCKLES)
Ahh! All of a sudden I feel like I've got two left hands.
- Like I've... - OK, alright. Let's cut a deal.
Just kissing.
No hands - left or right.
OK.
(ALLIE GASPS) My God, I can't believe we're doing this.
BEA: I know, I spent all of lunch trying not to look at you.
PRISONER: That's out. - (GRUNTS)
KAZ: Fucking get it. (GRUNTS)
PRISONER: Pass. Pass!
(PRISONERS CHATTER)
I know now how to do it.
Bea?
It's better if you don't know too many details.
When the time comes I may need you
to perform certain functions.
Like what?
The Red Right Hand have never actually killed someone.
It's not what we do.
We agreed on this.
She's taken 12 years from you.
For your women, that's their childbearing years.
Just gone. (SNAPS FINGERS) Their lives stolen.
If it were not for her, none of us would be in prison at all.
Don't you want justice for them?
Oh, play it, play it, play it! Yeah! Throw it!
Ohh!
- What do you want? - I'd like a word, please.
Piss off, you long piece of shit.
I would like to make an inquiry.
I'm interested in your, uh, service.
Well, we don't deal with governors.
Well, I'm not a governor anymore.
Doesn't matter. Fuck off!
Wait. Wait.
Stand there.
FERGUSON: Consider it a goodwill gesture.
And know I'm prepared to triple it.
That's three times.
- What do you want? - Rohypno|.
Preferably six tablets.
(TRUCK HORN HONKS)
It's technically known as flunitrazepam.
Roofies? You want roofies?
Is that something you can access?
Maybe.
But that would be quadruple.
That's four...
...times.
- Ha. - Speak tomorrow. Maybe.
No maybe. We will.
And as Maxie's, um...
...uh, support person...
VERA: Mm-hm.
I would help the nurses at the hospital
and the screws and the...
- Uh... officers. - Mm-hm.
And, uh, but, really, I'd just be wanting to hold Maxie's hand
and, you know, just... just bein' strong.
But you... you wouldn't want to be alone with this kinda stuff.
Maxie wouldn't deserve that.
- OK. - OK.
- Thank you, Jenkins. - Yeah.
That was very sincere.
Yeah. - And considered.
And I will contact the regional director immediately.
- Oh! Yeah. - OK?
But I'm just suggesting you keep your expectations in check.
- That's all. - Yep.
OK. Well, um, uh, thank you...
...thank you for listening to...
...and thinking about everything that I said...
Oh, no! I had more stuff.
Um, it's... it's stuff that Lizzie told me...
Yeah, no, thanks. No, you conveyed your point perfectly.
Y... Yeah?
(BOOMER SIGHS)
Yeah. Should I...
- Yep. - (DOOR OPENS)
(WOMEN CHATTER)
- (DOOR CLOSES) - (BRIDGET CHUCKLES)
Is it really that unlikely?
The history of Wentworth inmates in public hospitals is,
to put it mildly, unfortunate.
MAXINE: Did they say anything?
Yeah, they said... oh, they said they gotta talk to Channing.
But is that even real, Bea?
Like, or is that just somethin' they say?
No, no, it's... it's probably real, Booms.
- LIZ: Yeah. Yeah. - Yeah.
BOOMER: Well, I didn't cry, so that's good.
- That is good, love. Yeah. - Yeah.
MAXINE: Even if they say no,
I'll remember how hard you tried.
OK? It means the world to me.
- LIZ: Oh. - Shit.
LIZ: Oh. Oh, no. Come on, darl.
BOOMER: No, it's OK. I'm OK. Come, let's pack bags.
(LAUGHS) It's still two days away, Booms.
Yeah, we're gonna practise pack. Come on.
- Yeah, yeah. That's a good idea. - (CHUCKLES) Go on.
(OTHER INMATES CHATTER)
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
- You alright, Sonia? - I'm fine.
-Thank you. -It can get a little bit upsetting, can't it?
All that talk about cancer and... But you know what?
Don't be embarrassed, because you are lookin' at
the biggest sook in the prison.
- (CHUCKLES) - I lost my husband to cancer.
Oh, God.
I'm sorry, I...| had no idea.
- How long ago? - Seven years.
Seven years this August.
- How old was he? - 57.
Tsk. That's awful.
The hardest part was that he disappeared
so I never got a chance to say goodbye.
Disappeared?
He didn't want me to see him suffer.
Anyway, you should be back with the ladies.
Yeah. If ever you wanna have a chat with a sook...
(CHUCKLES)
(LAUGHTER AND CHATTER)
PRISONER: Yeah, I'd take anything you can give.
PRISONER: I know you would.
Got the money?
I'd like to see the tablets first.
Money first.
Mmm, don't, don't, don't, don't.
Don't. No, I need to go. I need to... (SIGHS)
I have to go.
And this time it's not an excuse. I really do have to go.
Just 20 more seconds.
OK. OK, 10.
You actually working towards telling anyone?
Or did you think we were going to stay in here forever,
making out in the closet?
It's difficult for me.
Well, it's not exactly easy for me.
I'd be telling my entire crew
I'm with the person who shopped us, so...
What? What?
What?
Kaz reckons you shopped us.
OK. I don't give a fuck about what she thinks.
- What do you think? - I dunno.
- But if you didn't, who did? - Well, I've got no idea.
- Anyway, it doesn't matter to me... - Oh, no, hang on.
I don't know anything about it, OK?
- OK. - No, you don't believe me.
Bea, it doesn't matter to me.
Well, it matters to me.
I didn't do it.
OK. Fine.
Hey.
Same time tomorrow?
- Come on. - I'll think about it.
You're so gonna be here.
MAN: You'll see I've made a couple of small edits.
Some of your comments about Ferguson,
I mean, they were technically speculation, so...
It's still a very clear and strong statement.
But it's 100% certain that...
...that once I'm identified as a witness,
she goes back into protection?
As requested. It's in writing.
I need you to do something else for me.
But what?
I need you to track down some information.
You can't keep cutting deals.
That's how it tends to work around here.
Look, look, look, I'm sorry.
I really cannot facilitate your requests like this.
(TUTS)
(TAKES LONG BREATH IN)
OK. Fine.
Uh...
Just tell me it's not a helicopter.
Any light-headedness?
Not currently. No, it seems to come and go.
(PERCUSSIVE INDUSTRIAL MUSIC)
(WATCH BEEPS)
(WHISPERS) One, two, three. (ECHO) One, two, three.
One, two, three.
(SLURS) One, two... One... two... three...
(MUSIC STOPS)
MAN ON P.A.: Attention, compound. Attention, compound.
Prisoners may now leave their units.
Oh, here. I've been stockpilin'.
(CHUCKLES)
Booms, they do feed you in hospital.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. You can have treats, though.
I checked with Nurse Ratshit.
I even got Monte Carlos, yep, four.
- Best wishes, Maxine. - Fuck off.
- Just wanted to convey my best wishes. - Now fuck off.
Hey, Booms, you been approved yet?
I will be. Fuck off!
Oh, I see.
I haven't heard back yet, but it is gonna happen, alright?
So fuck off!
Come on, Booms. Ignore her.
FERGUSON: |wouldn't be terribly optimistic, I'm afraid.
It takes a certain amount of backbone
to negotiate with Mr Channing.
It's fine, Booms. Ignore her.
I'm not so sure that Governor Bennett is up to the task.
Hope I'm wrong. Sincerely.
- Just let it go, Booms, let it go. - Yep.
Fuck off!
(CHATTER AND LAUGHTER)
Hey.
Maxine Conway is departing for treatment. It's confirmed.
If I can get rid of Jenkins, it'll happen after lunch.
- Tbday? - Mmm.
Bea Smith will be dead by 3pm.
What's the matter?
I think now is perhaps not the best time
to be having a crisis of conscience.
(SCOFFS)
- I can't kill a woman. - You're not.
You won't be anywhere near it.
You're just creating a distraction, that's all.
One day, it will come down to just you and her.
And one of you will die.
It's inevitable.
All we're doing is just making sure it's not you.
What do you need?
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
Uh, sorry, I have a migraine coming on.
- (KNOCK AT DOOR) - Ah, Bridget Westfall.
Ah.
- Come in. Come in. (CHUCKLES) - Thank you.
Sit, please.
Excuse the smell, I don't know if it's urine
or wet towels, but I can't seem to get rid of it.
And they've confiscated my perfume.
Oh, yes, the alcohol in it.
- Oh, I'm hardly gonna drink it. - No, not you.
Now, I'm just checking in to see how you're settling.
(SIGHS) Well, look at me, I'm a wreck.
Actually, I think you... you seem quite composed.
- Oh, please. - No, no, really.
A lot of prisoners find it very difficult to adjust.
Well, I'm not planning on adjusting.
I'm not planning on staying long. I have a company to run.
That might be a tad difficult from in here.
There are two kinds of women in this world, Bridget.
Mmm?
There are the hammers and there are the anvils.
I have never seen myself as an anvil.
I'd bear in mind that you might be spending
quite a lot of time with these women.
Hopefully not, but it, uh... it is a possibility.
Fuck.
Well... (SIGHS)
I like Liz.
She's personable.
Like a sort of nice tea lady you might stop and have a chat with.
Yeah.
She's probably my best friend in here, I think.
God.
Sad statement, isn't it? (SIGHS)
KAPLAN: Governor says you're going well.
- Really? - Mmm.
Says Sonia's really latched onto you.
Um, well, she sticks close to me but I think that's just because
I'm a bit less scary than some of the other women.
(CHUCKLES)
Oh, she said something about herhusband.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah. Yeah.
It wasn't much, but she said he disappeared.
Right, he got cancer and then he disappeared.
-Right. -Yeah, she didn't go into any detail.
Did she mention that, uh, it was a murder investigation
and that she was one of the suspects?
- Nuh. - We suspect her involvement.
There was no cancer diagnosis ever recorded.
It was just Sonia's testimony. And no body was ever found.
And then she got off because her friend Helen provided her
with a false alibi.
Helen who's missing?
We suspect that, over time, Sonia got paranoid
that Helen might confess so...
So she had to get rid of her too.
Wow. (SIGHS)
- Serial killer? - Mmm.
I hope this isn't too unnerving for you.
I'd hate to undermine your progress here.
No. No, no, it's... it's all good. yeah.
No, Sonia's... She's fine.
Like, she's a bit sniffy and she comes across stuck-up,
but once you get to know her, she's actually great.
Yeah.
(CHUCKLES)
What's your cover story for these meetings?
(LAUGHS)
"Oh, I've just seen the prison psych
"and she's got a new rehab program.
"But don't get me started 'cause she yabbers on and on
"about my deep anxiety and my low self-esteem.
"Oh, God, she's such a bore. She's gotta get out more."
- That is excellent. (LAUGHS) - Yeah. (LAUGHS)
(DOOR OPENS)
Mate, should have cooled off before gettin' in the shower.
I'm still sweatin'.
Mate, you do realise the women use the staffroom too, eh?
Yeah, I know that.
There's no-one here except you and me.
So... Governor Bennett.
What's the dealio there?
The dealio?
Yeah. She single?
Married to the job.
- She like guys or girls? - Men, as far as I'm aware.
Are you sure?
She, uh, had a thing with an officer. (SIGHS)
Male officer.
She seems, I dunno, a bit sort of stitched-up for all that.
(SIGHS)
Mate, she's the governor. Show some respect, eh?
Yeah, no, I mean no disrespect, of course.
I'm just... intrigued.
- (SIGHS) - Put some pants on, eh?
Yes, Mum.
Hey.
(PRISONERS CHATTER)
You ready, Conway?
Uh, unfortunately, Jenkins, your application wasn't approved.
- I'm so sorry. - Oh, fuck.
The security concerns were too great.
I know this is disappointing. I am really sorry.
Yeah.
-Here... -Oh, no, Booms. They're your biscuits.
- No, take 'em. - Honey, I don't need them.
I love you. I love you, Maxie, alright? I... (SOBS)
- I love you. - Oh, honey.
- (SNIFFLES) - Hey, Booms.
Booms, hey, call me, OK?
- And you remember... - Yeah.
...remember what I said, OK, tough and brave.
Tough and brave, yeah.
(SOMBRE MUSIC)
She'll be right.
OK, hon, I've gotta go.
(SOBS) OK. (SNIFFLES)
Well, good luck, my darlin'.
Oh. Oh.
Thank you. Thanks, Sonia. (SNIFFLES)
(CHUCKLES)
- You're doin' the right thing. - (SNIFFLES)
And Allie? You go for it.
BOOMER: Am I allowed to carry Maxie's bag?
- Is that approved? - VERA: Of course, Jenkins.
- DOREEN: Maxine! (PANTS) - MAXINE: Oh, Dors.
I thought you forgot about me. (CRIES)
You stay strong, OK?
Thanks, Dors. (CHUCKLES)
(EXHALES)
Bag.
Bag. B89-
(HEAVES) Yep.
- (DOOR BEEPS) - LIZ: 'Bye, love!
We love you, Maxine! 'Bye.
- (CRIES) - Oh, love.
- Oh, my God. (CRIES) - Oh, darling.
Come on. It's alright. Do you want a cup of tea?
Oh, fuck. Fuck.
(CRIES)
- I really am sorry, Booms. - (GRUNTS)
Did the governor blame it on security concerns?
- (WHIMPERS) - She's pathetic.
Channing would never have said that. Doubt she even asked him.
What?
Takes real strength to make a case to the regional director.
But she'd rather abandon Maxine than do that.
(PANTS)
(BANGS ON GLASS)
You're weak as piss, Vinegar Tits!
Weak as piss!
Slot her.
- OK, Jenkins. - No, no.
- Come on. - Fuck off! I should...
She didn't even ask!
- She didn't even ask! - WILL: Alright, alright.
I've gotta ask - Vinegar Tits?
It's just a stupid nickname. We all get names.
But Linda's is Smiles.
It just seems so, I don't know, at odds with you.
- Hey, love. - (SCOFFS)
Ridiculous.
I barely know Maxine.
Do you want a biscuit? Got plenty of Monte Carlos.
Must be bloody awful not knowin' what happened.
With your husband.
Oh, sorry, love. You... you don't have to talk about it.
You know, the day he told me,
he was just so matter of fact about it.
- Oh, God. - I fell to pieces, of course.
(CHUCKLES) But then he kept saying,
"Let's not get hysterical."
Of course you did, love.
And then, in the early hours of the morning...
...| took some sleeping pills - we both did.
I thought we just needed to lose consciousness.
And I woke up at dawn...
...and the bed was empty - he was gone.
- And that was it. - Jesus.
You know, in my worst moments, I think...
...was it even true?
Did he just want to end the marriage?
Was it just some... elaborate plan to get rid of me?
Oh, God, I'm sure it wasn't.
(SNIFFLES) And then, of course, I feel this hideous guilt
for even considering that.
(SIGHS)
Bea, you called for this session.
- Perhaps you'd like to start... - You're...
You have relationships with women, right?
I think you know that answer to that.
Have you always? With women?
No. In my 20s, |...| did date men.
Do you call yourself...
...bi or whatever?
Well, it doesn't matter what I call myself.
But I will say this.
I think, uh, a lot of women who identify as lesbian
have had relationships with men at some point.
(SIGHS)
What about 'gate gay'?
- Do you think it's real? - What do you mean, 'real'?
Bea, we've not discussed
your perspectives on love and relationships.
You know, looking into the future,
it's actually conceivable that, um...
Bea?
Where are you going?
I think I'm done here.
You know, I have... I've known a lot of women
who identified as, uh, straight
and who fell in love with a woman and panicked.
And to those women, I always said, "Forget the terminology.
"Just be in the moment and see how you feel."
'Cause if you've fallen for someone, then... (CHUCKLES)
...fuck the labels.
(CHATTER AND LAUGHTER)
She's just got to stop being such a bloody hothead.
LIZ: She can't even ring Maxine now.
Bloody idiot.
Every time I ask him in, he keeps makin' these excuses.
Just cried herself to sleep. Poor thing.
I think sometimes you have to tell the truth.
How could you do that? She was just too hysterical.
It's a stupid system of punishment.
Just ridiculous.
Nuh, we have to pay for 'em.
DOREEN: No-one else can see.
It's a really big backyard. (LAUGHS)
It is. Anyways, and Nash says she's really good with the kids.
And of course my mind's racing
and... and Nash knows I'll see that.
Just give us a sec.
So you just gave up on Maxine, did you?
Not worth the effort?
- What? - Don't listen to her, love.
You let a woman leave this prison
for a double mastectomy with no fuckin' support.
What kind of leader are you?
Why don't you go back and sit down?
Or maybe it was deliberate.
Everyone here would rather have Maxine as top dog.
We all know that.
Maybe you'd be happier if she was dead.
- Will you fuck off! - Bea, Bea, Bea!
- Hey, hey! - (PRISONERS CLAMOUR)
BEA: Fuck you, bitch!
WILL: Alright! Settle down! Calm down!
Settle down, Smith!
- BEA: You let her go! - Cunt!
- That's enough! - Come on then!
- Back off, Proctor! - Yeah, fuckin' protect her!
Why don't you, you screw lover?
Oh, yeah, heard that one before.
Sit down, Smith. Sit down!
(HUFFS)
Sit down, ladies.
- (HUFFS) - (PRISONERS CHATTER)
What was that?
Just making a point. About Maxine.
Bea, she's not worth it, love.
Yeah, but she's asking for it.
Love, I don't wanna tell you what to do,
but, please, don't end up in the slot like Boomer.
Then I'd be in charge.
And then we'd be REALLY fucked.
(CHUCKLES) Wouldn't we?
(BOTH LAUGH)
- Come on, let's go. - LIZ: Bloody hell.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
SONIA: That Kaz woman.
Personally, I can't see why anyone would follow her.
Seems completely deranged to me.
Perhaps in private she's more engaging.
Hey, uh, I just gotta check on something, OK?
You gonna be alright?
I suppose.
(DOOR OPENS)
Allie, come with us now.
- Why? What's going on? - Put that down, come with us.
We're making a stand for Maxine, all of us united. Come on.
Come on! Hurry up!
(TENSE MUSIC)
(WHISPERS) Hey, leave that. Come with us.
- What? - We're all making a stand.
Protesting for Maxine having to go through her operation alone.
Uh, I don't think so, love.
It's not about crews or anything.
- It's for Maxine. - No, I've gotta ring Soph.
And quite frankly,
I don't like the way Kaz is using Maxine, love.
(DORR HINGE SQUEAKS)
- Sierra 5, this is Sierra 2. - Come in, Sierra 2.
Proctor's on the warpath again.
There's a posse of women heading your way.
Oh, copy that. I'm seeing it now.
(PANTS)
(DISCORDANT MUSIC)
(DOOR LOCK CLICKS)
Allie?
- (DOOR RATTLES) - Allie?
(DOOR RATTLES)
Hey, I'm in here!
(FAN WHIRRS NOISILY)
(GASPS) Allie...
- Alright, Proctor. - We're here in unity.
Maxine Conway, already a victim of abuse,
was today sent away for a double mastectomy alone.
OK.
Help!
- (FANS WHIRR) - Hey! I'm in here!
Shit.
(MUFFLED SHOUT) Come on!
Help! (GRUNTS)
Hey!
It's just another example
of the inhumane treatment of the women.
-OTHERS: Yeah! PRISONER: It sucks!
(PANTS)
(WATER RUNS, FANS WHIRR NOISILY)
Look, we've got lots of women here waiting patiently for...
If you wanna support Maxine, sit with us - demand respect.
PRISONER: What ya gonna do about it, Stewie?
(PANTS)
BEA: Hey!
(GASPS) Oh.
Well, Mr Stewart, it looks like we're all in agreement.
(BREATHES LABORIOUSLY)
(MUFFLED THUD)
Help!
HELP!
Maxine's hardly alone. She's got the support of a nurse.
She's got the support of an officer.
Yeah, real comfort that is.
WILL: He's not getting anywhere.
She's stopping the women from taking their medication.
That's more than enough justification for the slot.
- No, you wait here. - Look, if we break this up as...
I would rather not inflame things between you and Proctor.
Sierra 5, this is Sierra 2.
- Come in, Sierra 2. - PRISONER: It's not right.
I'm on my way down.
- WOMAN: Freakin' Vinegar Tits! - PRISONERS: Whoa!
WOMAN: Here we go.
- (BEA GROANS) - (RATTLING)
(GRUNTS AND PANTS)
- (BEA PANTS) - (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
- Ahh! - No, come on.
Don't, don't, don't.
It's pointless.
You can't overpower me - your system is flooding
with a heavy dose of Rohypnol.
- (GRUNTS) - No.
It's not a poison.
It won't cause you pain.
It's a sedative.
It's a very potent sedative.
You imbibed it, um...
...oh, about half an hour ago now.
So, this is in solidarity with Conway, is it, Proctor?
Absolutely.
You can't speak, can you?
The muscles around your throat and your jaw...
In fact, all your muscles will be heavily affected now.
Maxine Conway, who right now would be being prepped
for a double mastectomy.
Mmm.
- Totally alone. - Mmm.
Your central nervous system will be slowing,
your heart rate falling.
So to support Conway,
you're disrupting other women's access to their medication?
(CHUCKLES) You know, Bea, if you stop fighting me,
then all the tension and anxiety just...
(VOICE DISTORTS) ..ebbs away.
KAZ: Unbelievable.
You begin to feel a... a magnificent calm.
Shhh.
(THUD)
That's it, just let yourself succumb.
This should only take a minute or two.
Oh, uh, sorry, the governor's occupied...
I really just need to get Bea Smith's signature
on her statement.
And, uh, I have something she was after.
(BEA GASPS)
(GRUNTS)
Ask yourself, why are you still struggling?
(GAS PS)
Governor, if you leave it much longer,
the methadone girls are gonna start flippin' out.
(PRISONERS LAUGH)
FERGUSON: There are only two ways to die in prison, Bea.
You could fall victim to an attack,
be left to bleed in some...
...filthy corner,
or, far worse...
...you could grow old.
We'll call the women needing medication
up to the desk one by one.
Well, I don't think you should be working around her.
-OK, where are we up to on the medical list? -Here.
Consider watching everyone you love,
Liz and Maxine and
even young Allie,
watching them all leave you one by one.
I just need one minute with Bea Smith.
Well, if you'd like to leave the paperwork, I'm...
I can't just leave it.
You delude yourself that the relationships might endure,
but you become a tiresome obligation to them...
...then a painful memory...
...and then nothing at all.
She asked me to source something, a call recording.
-What's the call? -It's the call that put Karen Proctor away.
And then, after a painful eternity,
you would fall prey to cancer,
or heart disease perhaps.
And then...
...you would die an old wretch.
MAN IN RECORDING: Yes, Western Crimes Division.
FERGUSON IN RECORDING: I'm calling to report a crime.
- Who am I talking to? - I'm an inmate at Wentworth Prison.
I have some relevant information.
Your legacy forgotten.
Just vomiting yourself to death in a barren cell.
(GAS PS)
This group, the Red Right Hand,
I'm calling to report the identity of their leader.
It's a... it's a woman called Karen Proctor.
I have so much more respect for you now.
- Can I borrow this? - MAN IN RECORDING: Karen...
- What are you doing? - Look, just stay right here.
FERGUSON: I hope that you can see this...
...this peaceful, silent passing
as a... as a victory for you.
- But she's already doing that, so... - (PRISONERS CLAMOUR)
Have you been let out of the playpen, Mr Jackson?
STEWART: Ladies, listen...
(PANTS)
This is my gift.
Would you like to hear the call that put you away?
(DARK MUSIC)
(WATER SPLOSHES SOFTLY)
(DARK MUSIC CONTINUES)
You're a fucking bitch! Lying traitor! Liar!
- You lying bitch! - Bea!
(KAZ SCREAMS) Fuck you!
Push the panic button! Push the panic button!
- No! Help! Help! - (ALARM BLARES)
- You fucking traitor! - (ALLIE SCREAMS) Somebody help!
- KAZ: Fuck! - (GRUNTS)
- Ugh! - Ohh! Ugh!
KAZ: You shopped us all!
- Bea! - Fuck, she's not breathing!
Someone call for help!
- You shopped us all! - Ugh!
Ugh! You fucking... psychotic... BITCH!
- No, no! I... - ALLIE: I don't know what to do!
- I don't know what I'm doing! - (SIREN WAILS)
Fuck!
No, no. I didn't do it! I didn't...
- (KAZ GRUNTS) - (o||_ SIZZLES)
(SCREAMS)
Somebody help! She's not breathing!
(GASPS) Arrgh! Ahh!
STEWART: Oi! Proctor!
- STEWART: Hey, get off her! - KAZ: No! Fuck off!
- Calm down, Proctor! - Go, go, go, go, go.
- Allie, move away. - (ALLIE CRIES)
- Help us! She's not breathing! - Bea, can you hear me?
(ALARM CONTINUES WAILING)
(GRIM MUSIC)