Hey, guys.
I gotta be quick, OK? Before someone finds me.
It's Allie Novak here, your new Top Dog.
Now, you are about to see an exclusive sneak peek preview of episode 1.
So, show some respect,
we don't want any spoilers, so put those phones down.
And we'll come back.
Shit, I've gotta go, someone's coming.
Your shrink? Or your exorcist?
- I don't know what to call you. - How about Marie?
Bubba.
I love you.
Kaz saved my life. She saved a lot of us.
I didn't mean to kill him, Marie.
But you did!
You took my boy away from me.
- We'll have you out within the hour. - How?
- Brawler meant for Connors. Then a private jet. - No...
- (YELLS) - (ALARM BLARES)
But Marie Winter is runnin' things.
(WHIMPERS) You killed Kaz.
- I didn't! - I killed fuckin' Proctor!
Hey, Marie! Did you forget about me?
(YELLS) (GRUNTS, WHIMPERS)
This is for Danny.
- No! - (BANG!)
(SCREAMS)
Allie, put the gun away.
- Do as you're told, you stupid c... - (BANG!)
- (GROANS) - Push, push, push, push, push, push!
- (BABY CRIES) - (LAUGHS) She's here!
This could blow the undercover unit wide open.
People are gonna come after me, Roo.
They're putting me into protective custody.
Me and Mr Jackson made an agreement.
While you're in Wentworth, he's gonna make sure you're safe.
I promise.
LIZ: One day,
I might need your help.
- (SHOVEL SCRAPES) - MUFFLED: I am in here!
(LIGHTER CLICKS, DIRT CLATTERS)
Let me out of here!
- Have you ever been back? - Why would I go back there?
To make sure the body is still there.
(CRICKETS CHITTER)
(LEONARD COHEN'S 'DANCE ME TO THE END OF LOVE')
♪ Dance me to your beauty ♪
♪ With a burning violin. ♪
♪ Dance me through... ♪
Uh, excuse me, please.
Hi. Hey. (CHUCKLES) We're getting married.
- How nice. - (CHUCKLES) Uh, can I try this one on, please?
- I'm afraid it's very expensive. - Uh, well,
I didn't ask how much it was; I just wanna try it on.
It's $35,000.
- (WHISTLES) - (CLEARS THROAT)
And I wanna try it on.
Perhaps something from the wall display?
I want this one.
♪ ... end of love. ♪
(EXHALES) Hey.
You touch that alarm and I will blow your tiny wizened balls off.
Cuff him.
- (HANDCUFFS CLICK) - Bag.
(LIGHT JAZZ INSTRUMENTAL)
I mean, you should've just shown me the damn ring.
♪ Dance me to the wedding now ♪
♪ Dance me on and on ♪
♪ Dance me... ♪
Oh, get fucked! Weaselly little prick!
- Can't park here. - Fuck off!
(GRUNTS, GROANS)
♪ We're both of us beneath our love ♪
- ♪ We're both of us... ♪ - PANTS: You OK?
PANTS: No, not really.
Babe, we did it.
♪ ... to the end of love. ♪
- (TIRES SCREECH) - (YELLS) The hell are you doing?
(ENGINE REVS)
(LIGHT JAZZ INSTRUMENTAL)
- Shit! - (TIRES SCREECH)
♪ Dance me to the end of... ♪
Hold on to your purse.
- (TIRES SCREECH) - Fuck.
Hey, hey, hey, hey! Pull over! Pull over now!
(YELLS) Stop! You psycho bitch!
♪ Dance me to the end ♪
♪ of love. ♪
(BOTH PANT)
- LAUGHS: Holy shit. Holy shit. - That was...
(CAR HORN BLARES, TIRES SCREECH)
- (BOTH PANT) Oh, fuck. - Fuck.
Oh, fuck.
Oh, fuck. (GRUNTS)
- (ENGINE STUTTERS) - I've broken something.
Come on. Come on, you fucker!
OK.
Hey, we gotta run for it. Come on, we gotta go.
Oh, fuck!
- Babe... - My ribs. (GROANS)
Honey, if we don't move, we are fucked! Come on.
- (SIRENS WAIL IN DISTANCE) - No, I ca... You just go. You go.
I'm not fucking going without you.
- Come on. - Listen... you'll end up back inside.
Please... Go!
- PANTS: I love you. - (SIRENS APPROACH)
No bloody way.
- (BLIP) - Louise Kelly, known as Lou.
- (BLIP) - Rebecca Keane, known as Reb.
- (BLIP) - They come as a duo.
Now, some of you will be familiar with Kelly.
Those of you who aren't, please read the file.
She's volatile and fearless.
Now, there is a busload of A-class prisoners on their way
right now with these two on board.
At any trouble, we need to be ready.
Last thing we need is Kelly throwing her weight around.
Now, Novak will keep things in line on her side of the bars,
and we will do the same.
Let's show this new government and
the General Manager...
that we can handle troublemakers.
(KNUCKLES CRACK SOFTLY)
(FLY BUZZES)
Hey.
Don't worry, babe.
This place is a walk in the park.
- (CHUCKLES SOFTLY) - (WOMAN SCOFFS)
(WOMAN CHUCKLES)
- (CHUCKLES) - (WOMEN SNIGGER)
Hey, you'll do all right. Dressed like a bloke.
The women'll be all over you.
(LAUGHTER)
Hey, see you later for a gang bang.
(LAUGHTER)
(FLY BUZZES)
I got ya.
(PUFFS SHARPLY)
(BRAKES SQUEAK)
(GATE CLANGS, RATTLE)
- (FLY BUZZES) - Fuck this fucking fly!
(BRAKES HISS, ENGINE STOPS)
You just gotta stick with me, OK?
Everyone stand up!
- Get ready to move out. - (WOMEN GRUMBLE)
- Fuck. - Yeah. Jesus.
- Tall bitch. - Yeah, all right!
- Bring your strap-on? - Fuck.
- Save us having to use a cucumber. - (LAUGHTER, MUTTERING)
- Crazy skank. - (CHUCKLES)
- (FLY BUZZES) - Oh, hey. Look.
- (CHATTER SUBSIDES) - Nobody move.
- (YELLS, GRUNTS) - (WOMEN YELL)
- Oi! Cut it out! - Get out!
- Stay back! Stay back, I'm warning you! - Sit down! Coming through!
- Get back! - It's OK, everybody. I got the fly.
- Here, come on. - Get fucked!
I don't wanna go alone!
- I wanna go with her! - Sit down!
- Sierra 7.
- Medical assistance required, - Lou!
- sally port. - Mr Jackson!
Hey, you can't separate us. Reb needs me.
Maybe you should've thought about that
- before you smashed someone's face in. - Oh, she should be fuckin' thanking me.
She looks way better!
- See nothing's changed, Kelly! - Come on.
Looks like the holiday's over.
(GATES RATTLE, CLANG)
- Keep walking. - Hey! Hey!
- Come on. Keep walking. - I gotta speak to Reb.
- Shut up, Kelly. - Oh, fuck's...
(LOCK BLEEPS, CLICKS)
Hey, I... I'm fuckin' sorry, all right?
- Just let me speak to him. - I said shut it.
Get her into admissions and then slot her.
- (DOOR CLATTERS, LOCK BLEEPS) - Come on.
Let's go.
Oh, shit.
(WOMEN CHATTER)
Allie!
PANTS: Fingers Kelly's back.
- Fingers? - Yeah.
Wait up. I got a stitch. (PANTS)
- Fingers Kelly. Lou Kelly. - Who?
She's, like, Top Dog, way back... before Bea, before Jacs.
Are we gonna have a problem here?
She's psycho. Like, seriously. She's called Fingers
'cos if you cross her, she just fuckin' chops 'em off.
That's just prison bullshit.
Shut up, Mandy! You know it's real. You saw it happen.
Lexie Patterson lost both her pinkie fingers.
EXHALES: Oh, man.
Lou's still got crew here, and she's one of 'em.
It won't take her long to pull 'em back together again.
- (GROANS WEAKLY) - Lou Kelly's been here for five minutes,
and look what's happening.
More A-class offenders means more money for us.
We can dig Wentworth out of its financial hole.
And you can claw back some respect.
Prove you can handle problematic prisoners
without a siege breaking out.
Phasing out those hoodies is just the start.
My new measures are for your benefit too, Will.
We're all in this together.
(DOOR SLAMS)
All right. Get your clothes off.
- VOICE ECHOES: Clothes. - Why?
Huh?
(CLEARS THROAT) Um, why? (SNIFFS)
What part of "strip search" are you not getting here?
I got a dozen prisoners to get through this morning,
so don't waste my time.
VOICE ECHOES, DEEPENS: Take them off.
Take them off, Rebecca.
Do as you're told.
(BREATHES SHAKILY) I wanna see Lou.
I need to see Lou.
I need to see Lou. I need to see Lou! I need to see Lou!
- SOBS: Lou! I need to see Lou! - Get undressed,
- or we'll do it by force. - (BREATHES SHAKILY)
You got five seconds to comply.
(SNIFFS)
(CLEARS THROAT)
VOICE ECHOES: That's it. (SNIFFS)
All of it.
VOICE ECHOES: And the rest.
(INHALES SHAKILY, EXHALES)
(MUFFLED VOICES ECHO)
(LOCK CLICKS, GATE RATTLES)
(CLANG!)
(GATE RATTLES)
(CLANG! LOCK CLICKS)
It's time for your hearing.
(BIRD SQUAWKS)
(INHALES)
You can't keep her in isolation forever.
It's the least she deserves.
Will, any longer could be detrimental to her mental health.
You do what you need to...
as long as I don't have to deal with her.
RT: Sierra 7 to Sierra 3.
Governor, Novak's asking to see you.
- (RT BEEPS) - Yeah, copy that.
Uh, Sierra 5, this is Sierra 3.
Before the count, I need you to transfer Winter
to the Protection Unit, please.
- (RT BEEPS) - Copy that, Sierra 3.
Are you sure about this?
She needs to be put in her place now, before she kicks off.
Allie, you don't wanna make an enemy of Lou Kelly.
It's not my intention.
- I just wanna save trouble later. - (SIGHS)
Don't worry. I intend on keeping all my fingers.
(BLEEP!)
(LOCK CLICKS)
Jackson, when the fuck am I getting outta here? I gotta get to Reb.
I'll wait out here.
(MUFFLED VOICES ECHO IN DISTANCE)
- Oi! - (HINGES GROAN)
I'm Allie.
On this side of the bars, I'm in charge.
They brought you some food?
I didn't come here for a staring competition.
I don't tolerate violence in my prison.
I got the women on my side, so if you try something,
there's gonna be consequences.
(SHOES SQUEAK)
Are we gonna have a problem?
- (STIFLED SNIFFLING) - You fucking laughing?
- Hey! I'm talking to you. - Can you just give me
a fuckin' minute!
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
(SNIFFLES)
- Excuse me. - Yeah?
I asked for extra hot, and that's tepid, so may I have another?
Of course.
- First World problems. - (CHUCKLES) I know.
- (CHUCKLES) - Oh my God.
- I am hungry all of the time. - Yeah, well,
you can blame Grace for that.
You know, right now all you are is a human milking machine.
(LAUGHS) I am!
Oh, just being out of the house is a treat.
- Mm. Yeah. Well, you know I have an ulterior motive. - Mm.
(INHALES DEEPLY, EXHALES)
These muffins are amazing.
I have been very patient, Vera.
Come on, I'm really not sure. It's only been three months.
I think I should be with Gracie full-time.
Yeah, I can understand that, Vera. I really can. But...
Wentworth needs you.
I need you.
- You're going straight for emotional blackmail. - Yes, I am.
- I have no shame. You know that. - Mm.
(CHUCKLES) I do.
I have to turn that prison around.
And to do that,
I need you back as Governor ASAP.
Why don't you just come in tomorrow?
You can see some of the changes I've been making.
Might help you make a decision.
I'll even throw in some more muffins.
(CHUCKLES)
(CAMERA CLICKS)
- (SNIFFLES) - (MUFFLED VOICES ECHO IN DISTANCE)
This is the last place that Reb deserves to be, and...
VOICE BREAKS: I did that. That's my fuckin' fault.
So you just tell me what you want, 'cos I'll do anything for him.
I mean, the shit that he's already been through...
Fuckin' we have to raise thousands
just 'cos he's born in the wrong fuckin' body. How's that fair?
It's not.
I need to be out there with him, protecting him.
VOICE BREAKS: 'Cos he should not be anywhere near this place.
He's not gonna cope on his own.
So please.
I'll talk to Mr Jackson, see what I can do.
OK. (INHALES SHAKILY)
OK.
Thank you.
(MUFFLED VOICES ECHO IN DISTANCE)
(BIRDS TWITTER)
Beautiful morning.
The view's all right, but I'm goin' stir-crazy.
- Need to call my sister. - Rita, you know the score.
One phone call is all it takes to blow your location.
Now, got your statement. Just need your signature.
Once that's signed, we can get things moving a bit faster.
- What about my conditions? - Yes, they've agreed.
Now, in exchange for your evidence against the Attorney General,
DPP will investigate your former undercover handles.
Great.
They've already been suspended pending the inquiry.
What?
The police have had a lot of heat over internal corruption,
so they're taking precautions.
Fuck precautions.
- The cops just tipped 'em off. (SCOFFS) - It's good news.
If we can prove Jones and Morelli
were running you on some rogue operation,
you might be able to negotiate a suspended sentence.
The cops could've fuckin' warned me.
The AG has people out there after me,
and now I've gotta worry about Jones and Morelli?
From what I hear, they're running scared.
And what if they run in my direction?
Blokes like him
leak like sieves.
Rita.
You... are going to be fine.
(RAPID TYPING, TELEPHONE RINGS, PEOPLE CHATTER)
Kath Maxwell?
That's me.
Thank you, Miss Maxwell.
(BUTTONS BEEP)
(BLIP)
(ATM WHIRRS)
(BEEPING)
Saw you at the dole office.
- Did you? - I'm Joe.
Hello, Joe.
I thought you were Kath for a minute.
She's a mate o' mine. Haven't seen her for ages.
- You're a dead ringer. - Ha!
You answered to her name.
Kath Maxwell.
Well, that's my name.
Lots of us Maxwells around.
Hey, uh, excuse me, Joe. I got somewhere to be.
Nice to meet you.
(WOMEN CHATTER, SHOUT)
Get the fuck outta my chair.
HISSES: You're putting me in Protection,
with the fucking freaks and child-killers?
You'll fit right in.
- (LOCK BLEEPS) - Please, don't make me go in there. Please.
(LOCK BUZZES)
(GATE RATTLES)
(LOUD CHATTER CONTINUES)
- Well, look who it is! - (WOMEN JEER)
Tried any more escape plans lately?
- WOMAN: Fucking piece of shit. - (WOMAN LAUGHS)
WOMAN: Go fuck yourself, you fuckin' cunt.
- Oh, go fuck yourself, you fuckin' bitch. - Your cell's here.
(SHOUTING CONTINUES, MUFFLED)
Hey.
I love what you done with the place.
Hey, I haven't been here long either,
but I reckon we're in a good joint.
- I know they've helped a bunch o' people. - (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
Nah, I don't need help.
There's nothin' wrong with me.
I'm Lou.
(LOCK CLICKS, HINGES GROAN)
- Mr Jackson. - Kelly. (SIGHS)
You'll be moving into General tonight.
- (INHALES, SIGHS) - You've got Allie Novak to thank for that,...
- (SNIFFS) - ... so I suggest you don't let her down.
- What about Reb? - I'm thinkin' about it.
EXHALES: Oh, fuck.
You prove to me you're not gonna be any trouble
and I will think a lot faster.
OK.
Thank you.
(MUFFLED VOICES ECHO IN DISTANCE)
(KEYS CLINK, HINGES GROAN)
(DOOR CLOSES, LOCK CLICKS)
BOOMER: Are you fuckin' mental?
- She is a nutjob. - RUBY: Let her finish.
Oh, what, you wanna lose your fingers, do ya? Huh?
How you gonna box when you've got
- fuckin' stumps for hands, eh? - (LAUGHTER)
- Boomer. - All she wants is to hang out with her boyfriend.
Boyfriend? (LAUGHS) What, in here?
Oh, how's that gonna work?
And anyway, she's a fuckin' lezzo, right?
Spread the word. No one gives them any shit.
Shit is gonna rain down on us
- when Lou Kelly gets her crew back together. - Boomer,
I want you to give her a chance like we give everyone.
You never know. She might surprise you.
(GASPS) What's that?
It's a flying pig.
- (LAUGHTER) - Oh, you fuckin' idiot.
No, seriously.
- LAUGHS: Stop! - You'll be doin' that with stumps.
- (THUMP! WOMAN SCREAMS) - SOBS: It wasn't me!
- (THUMP!) - (YELLS IN PAIN) It wasn't me!
- (THUMP!) Bullshit! - It wasn't me!
(WOMAN SCREAMS INDISTINCTLY)
- (THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!) - SOBS: Stop! It wasn't me! Stop!
- It wasn't me! I didn't take 'em! - (ALARMS WAIL)
- I didn't take 'em! - You better fuckin' find them, then!
(RACKING SOBS)
(PANTS) I didn't take 'em!
(SOBBING CONTINUES, ALARMS WAIL)
(SHOUTING IN DISTANCE)
Oh, Jesus Christ.
- Get her to Medical. - (WOMAN GROANS)
- PANTS: I didn't take... - God.
- (RT BEEPS) - Sierra 6.
We're bringing a prisoner to Medical. Over.
(GAGS, RETCHES)
(SPITS)
- WOMAN: Meals on wheels! - (WOMEN YELL, CHEER)
Attention, Compound. Attention, Compound.
H Block are now called for dinner.
- (KNOCKS) - (HINGES SQUEAK)
- Dinner's rea... - (WOMEN SHOUT IN DISTANCE)
- You OK? - Um...
Yeah. Yeah. (CLEARS THROAT)
I'm Marie.
Um, Reb.
Nice to meet you.
First time here?
What was all that about?
Oh, she stole someone else's stash. You don't do that in here.
Yeah, but I saw who did it.
Like, why didn't the guards take her away?
No one's gonna lag. You don't do that either.
Hey, I know it's all pretty fucked up, but,
just take it a day at a time, yeah?
And if any of those dickheads, if they give you trouble,
you come to me, and I'll sort it.
- Come and eat. - Oh... I don't wanna go out there. (CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)
Fair enough.
But I reckon you're braver than the lot o' them.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
I'll get us dinner.
(MUFFLED CHATTER)
- Oh, man. What is this shit? - Tastes like arse.
I know it's fuckin' bad, all right?
You keep tellin' me it's fuckin' bad.
But what d'you want me to do? Hey?
Tastes like fuckin' shit.
Eat your fucking shit.
CHUCKLES: Oh, shit. Here we go. Watch your fingers.
(DOOR CREAKS, CHATTER SUBSIDES)
(CHATTER RESUMES)
Hey.
Thanks for... sortin' the things with Jackson.
No worries.
You wanna come sit with us?
Yeah, sure.
I'm Lou.
I'm Ruby.
Hello, Boomer.
- (SIGHS) - Fuck, it's been a while.
I just heard about Liz.
She was like a mum to me.
And to a whole bunch of us, I s'pose.
What you did,...
that was a beautiful thing.
Sorry about the food.
Actually tastes worse than it looks, if you can believe that.
- (CHUCKLES) - It's great it you wanna try and lose weight.
(CHUCKLES) Yeah.
Looks like she's behaving herself.
Well, let's see if she keeps it up.
No. See,
people think Lou's crazy, but she's not. She's... (SIGHS)
She got a short fuse, that's all.
Like, she looks out for me.
Seriously. She would do anything for me. (CHUCKLES)
(MUFFLED VOICES ECHO IN DISTANCE)
If you got someone special, you hang on to 'em.
- You got someone? - Well, I had a... son.
Danny.
- He was pretty special. - Where's he?
- He was murdered. - SOFTLY: Fuck.
- Sorry. Um... - That's OK.
So, how did you two meet?
Oh, um, at this...
fucked place my parents sent me to. (CHUCKLES)
And Lou was there too.
We haven't spent a night apart in two years.
Well, if you want some company, I'll be right next door.
For the time being, anyway.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
(LOCK BUZZES, CLICKS)
- Oh, she's gorgeous! - Hi, baby!
- LAUGHS: Hey! Oh my God! - Is she... ? Is Miss Bennett... ?
- Oh, she's got the baby! - (WOMEN EXCLAIM)
- Hey, Boomer! Hi, Ruby. - Hey, Miss Bennett! Hey.
- Aww, can we say hello to Gracie? - Yeah.
- Everyone step away from the fence, please. - No, no, no, we're OK.
- Yeah, we just wanna say hello. - Yeah.
- Aww! - Oh my God, she's beautiful.
Are you guys doing OK?
CHUCKLES: Yeah, we're doing really well.
- Ms Miles. - All right, back off.
- No, really, it's fine. - WOMAN: Oh, I wanna hold her!
Actually, can you, um... can you open the gate?
- (WOMEN EXCLAIM) - I don't think that's a good idea.
- Seriously. Open the gate. - Please! Come on.
- Hey? - Vera.
No, we will be fine. (TO GRACE) Won't we?
- Yeah. - Grace is comin'!
- Yes! - (LAUGHS)
WOMEN: Aww!
- Who's this? Who's this? - Oh my God,
- she's perfect! - Yeah.
When she's not screamin' the house down. (GIGGLES) (LAUGHS)
- Yeah? - How's your tits? Are they killing you?
- Boomer! - No, I'm... I'm interested.
(CHUCKLES) Yeah, they're fine. Thanks for asking, Booms.
Yeah, no worries.
- (CHUCKLES) - D'you wanna hold?
- WOMAN: Yeah! - Are you... Are you sure?
Yeah.
- Yeah? - LAUGHS: Yeah, go on. Look!
- Who's this? Gracie, who's this? - Oh, I don't wanna drop her.
- Oh... Hello. - Who's this?
Hey, you've done this before.
Yeah, I have, (GIGGLES) haven't I?
- You just support her head. - Yep.
- You got it? - Hey!
- (WOMEN GASP) - Do you remember me? Yeah.
- Oh my God. - She's a cutie.
- Oh, God, look how much she's changed! - (LAUGHS)
Hey! Look at you go! She likes you.
Oh, gee, I wish Lizzie could see her now.
Yeah, I do too.
You okay?
Yep. Hey, Allie's Top Dog now.
Yeah, I heard.
- We miss you round here. - Bit o' luck, she'll be back soon.
Hey, I hope you're better than our last GM.
- Don't own any brothels, do ya? - No.
- You know, we should probably get going. - That's a good start.
- That's a... Yeah? - Booms.
- Oh, yeah. OK. - (GRUNTS) Down here.
- I got it. There we go. - Oh, yeah.
- Yeah. - (BLOWS KISS)
- It's really nice to see you all. - Hey, please come back soon.
- WOMAN: We miss you. - (CHUCKLES)
- Yeah. - (LOCK BUZZES, CLICKS)
- See you round. - See ya.
- Bye, Miss Bennett! - Bye.
- Bye, Gracie. - Bye, Gracie!
- Aww. - Bye.
- (LAUGHS) - Fuck, I love babies.
(CACKLES) (LAUGHS TEARFULLY)
There's a lot of wasted space up here right now,
but if we invest in repurposing these areas,
then they'll generate income in the long run.
- So new work units? - I'm opening a call centre.
- In the prison? - Yep.
Had one in a prison I managed in London,
and it worked really well.
And work is already underway on the new creche,
so if you do decide to come back, then
Grace will only ever be a minute away.
And what would that mean for Will?
Oh, Mr Jackson won't be with us much longer.
Sorry?
Someone has to take the rap for that siege, Vera,
and I need to show the Minister
that I'm serious about making big changes.
- But the siege wasn't Will's fault. - Decision's been made, Vera.
Mr Jackson will be leaving Wentworth.
(EXHALES)
SOFTLY: But don't say anything to him, because he has no idea.
So,
have I tempted you?
I'm really sorry to press you, but I'm gonna need an answer.
- (FUSSES) - I don't wanna disappoint you, Ann.
I don't think I can take on
the responsibility and the stress right now.
(TRAIN HORN BLARES, ALARM BELLS CLANG)
The DPP have accepted your deal.
They'll drop the charges related to the siege
if you agree to testify against the Attorney General.
Sure. I'll tell them everything.
I want that paedo locked up forever.
OK. Just to clarify, your original charges remain.
This won't mean instant release,
but you will be eligible for parole one day.
(SIGHS)
That's all I want...
just a shot at a future away from this shithole.
(MUFFLED SHOUTING IN DISTANCE)
Where's my money, you fuckin' moll?
Yeah? Wanna talk to my mum?
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING CONTINUES)
- (DOOR OPENS) - WOMAN: What's your mummy doing?
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING CONTINUES) Thanks.
- Rebecca Keane. - OFFICER: That's enough! Settle down.
It's Reb.
Reb. Right. Sorry.
I'm Greg Miller. I'm the prison psychiatrist.
I just wondered if we could have a chat.
No, I don't talk to psychs.
The thing is the, uh...
the governor wants to move you into General today.
Wait. Will Lou be there?
Lou Kelly's your partner, right?
You are being moved into the same unit, yeah.
The officers have said that you've hardly left your cell,
so I just wanted to make sure that you're...
mentally prepared to integrate with the other women.
Uh, no, I am. I am.
Mm-hm.
Reb, why don't you talk to psychs?
MALE VOICE ECHOES: Rebecca. Look at the screen.
GREG, ECHOING: Reb?
- (WHIMPERS) - What the fuck?
Hey, I got you.
GREG, ECHOING: Reb?
Reb?
I just... I need to see Lou.
(RAPID TYPING)
Just need your driver's licence.
I'm still waiting on my new travel documents.
They should be with me any day now.
Thank you,
Miss Maxwell.
(TELEPHONE RINGS IN DISTANCE)
Do I know you from somewhere?
(WALLET CLICKS)
I just have one of those faces.
I've never been to Rio. So jealous.
Maybe I'll pack you in my suitcase.
(CHUCKLES, CONTINUES TYPING)
- Oh, congratulations, Miss Bennett. - Oh, thank you.
- So good to see you. - Yeah, you too.
- Oh, I heard you guys were here! - (CHUCKLES)
- (GASPS) - Yeah, right. We're just heading off.
- (GRACE FUSSES) - Oh, hello, sweetheart! (CHUCKLES)
- Did Ann drag you out of the house? - Yeah.
She said you guys used to go to uni together.
Yeah, Corrections Academy. Kinda lost touch when she moved to the UK.
- Well, we all miss ya. - Mm.
Hi!
Hey, so, uh, how are you coping with everything?
With Ann?
- Uh, good. - OK.
I mean, you know, all change has its challenges, but we'll get there.
Right.
So you're not still thinking about making a fresh start somewhere else?
Nah. That was all about Marie.
After everything the women went through,
I just wanna help put the pieces back together.
I wanna be there for them.
- (GRACE CRIES) - Yeah.
- Look, I really gotta get her home. - Good to see ya.
See ya.
- (CLEARS THROAT) - MUFFLED: Back off, ladies!
- (MUFFLED SHOUTING CONTINUES) - MUFFLED: Fucking dickhole!
You goin' somewhere?
Yeah. I'm being moved into General. With Lou.
That's a shame. I liked having you around.
Well, thank you for keeping me sane. (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
(SIGHS)
You know that surgery you said you wanted...
How much is that gonna cost?
- SIGHS: About 40 grand. - Wow.
- How you gonna raise that kind o' money? - Oh, Lou's got a plan.
- What, (LAUGHS) like the last one? - (CHUCKLES)
Just have to be patient. That's all.
Yeah.
Must be hard when you're stuck in the wrong body, eh?
EXHALES: Yeah.
You see, that's the thing...
there is something that you could do to raise that money quickly.
Like what?
I've got contacts on the outside
who could raise that in less than a week.
If you do me a favour.
What kind of favour?
I want someone killed.
She's in General, so you'd have easy access.
And I don't care how you do it.
I just want her gone.
- Are you serious? - Her name's Ruby Mitchell.
Think about it.
(SCOFFS)
Yeah, nah, I already have.
(ELEVATOR DINGS, CHATTER ECHOES THROUGH CORRIDORS)
Hey! Keane!
(KISSING)
Keane.
- Yeah, yeah, he's coming. - (SIGHS)
- Let's go christen our new home, eh? - Yeah.
(LOCK BUZZES, CLICKS)
(WOMEN CHATTER)
(BASKETBALL BOUNCES)
Lou!
You'll be all right.
Just don't show any fear.
You gonna introduce us?
This is Reb.
Allie's Top Dog.
She talked the screws into letting us out.
- Well, thank you so much. - No worries.
That's Ruby.
And this ray of sunshine is Boomer.
Short for 'boomerang', 'cos she just keeps comin' back.
- Ain't that right, Boomer? - (CHUCKLES) Yeah.
- You play basketball? - Yeah.
- Wanna bounce? - Uh...
- Yeah. - Come on.
You got a problem, Boomer?
- Um, (CHUCKLES) so, like, you two are together? - Yeah.
Oh, yeah.
Is she gonna be a bloke one day?
- Yeah. - Oh.
CHUCKLES: So, how... how's that gonna work?
I'm... 'cos you're, like, still a lezzo, aren't you?
Yeah, I knew it. (CHUCKLES) I knew it.
So, um, what you gonna do when she comes home one day with a dick?
- Boomer. - Well, no,
'cos it's probably gonna gross you out. Yeah?
And, like, I know that lezzos love titties.
- Right? They love titties. - Love 'em.
- (LAUGHS) - Boomer, enough.
CHUCKLES: See? So, like, what are you gonna do when hers are gone?
(CHUCKLES) You know?
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
- I reckon I might go join him. - Yeah.
- (WOMEN MUTTER) - WOMAN: Fingers.
Don't think she's thought about it.
What?
(TRAIN TRACKS RATTLE, ALARM BELLS CLANG)
(RATTLING CONTINUES, MUFFLED)
(CLATTERING NEARBY)
(CLATTERING, GLASS CLINKS)
(CLATTERING CONTINUES)
(GLASS BOTTLE ROLLS, RUMMAGING)
(GLASS BOTTLE ROLLS)
- (GLASS BOTTLE ROLLS) - MAN: Nelson.
- Nelson, come here. Oi! - (DOG BARKS)
Get out of it. Come here, boy!
- Come on. Come on. - (DOG BARKS)
Come on. (CLICKS TONGUE) Come here. Come on!
(WATER RUNS, WOMEN CHATTER, LAUGH)
Hello, Boomer.
(GRUNTS)
(GASPS)
What the fuck? Get the fuck off me!
What the fuck are you... ? No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!
No! No! (GASPS, YELLS)
Hey, it doesn't take long to suffocate.
- Couple of minutes. That's it. You're gone. - (GASPS, YELLS)
Fuck.
I guess this is how poor Lizzie felt when you smothered her.
- What is that like, knowing you're about to die? - (GASPS)
Oh, fuck me!
I guess I'd probably piss myself too, eh?
(YELLS)
(GASPS, PANTS)
You ever talk about Reb like that again
and I will fuckin' kill ya.
(GASPS)
(GASPS, EXHALES WEAKLY)
(WATER DRIPS)
(GASPS)
(WAILS)
(GASPS, WAILS)
(SNIFFLES)
Fuckin' told you Lou was a psycho!
Why'd you fuckin' let her outta the slots?
- It's not Allie's fault. - No!
I warned her! I bloody warned all of youse!
And you know this is just the start!
- SIGHS: Oh, Boomer. - (SOBS)
I'm so sorry.
(SIGHS) (BREATHES SHAKILY)
(SNIFFLES)
Don't.
This must've been how Lizzie felt...
- ... right before she died. - No...
- No. No. - She must've been so scared.
- No. Boomer. Boomer. Boomer. - LAUGHS TEARFULLY: Yeah. Stop!
It's... It was completely different.
It was completely different.
You were doing what she wanted.
(INHALES SHAKILY)
You know, every time I close my eyes, I...
(INHALES)
(SNIFFLES) I just see her face. (GASPS)
And her hands. And she... and she...
(GASPS, SOBS) She's just lying there.
She's just lying there.
Oh... (INHALES SHAKILY)
How do I get that out of my head?
How do I get it out?
You just gotta remind yourself why you did it.
And you did it because you were her friend
and because you loved her.
And because she loved you.
She did love me.
(SNIFFLES) Go. Please go. I'm all right.
I'm all right. (EXHALES, SNIFFLES)
Yeah. (SNIFFLES)
(SNIFFLES)
D'you reckon Lou played you?
No. She was being genuine about Reb.
But that means jack shit if she's going around terrorising people.
SOFTLY: I'm gonna have to take her down.
(TRACKS RATTLE)
(WATER SPLASHES)
(SNIFFS)
- (COOS) - That is a big smile. (GASPS)
(GIGGLES) Good girl.
(GRACE FUSSES)
(KNOCK! KNOCK!)
(GRACE FUSSES)
Good girl.
(SNIFFLES, CRIES)
(HINGES SQUEAK SOFTLY)
I know. I'm turning into a stalker.
- (HINGES SQUEAK) - I have another suggestion.
I need an Industries Manager.
You'd oversee the women's new work units and training programmes.
It'd give you decent pay, set hours and a lot less stress...
just ease you back into work.
And you'd have Grace right there with you.
Come on, Vera,
you know that prison better than anyone,
and I need your skillset. I need your knowledge.
- Besides, you're way more patient than I am. - True.
And you always know when I've gone too far.
- Also true. - So, short of begging,
I don't know what else to say to you
apart from I will give you whatever support you need.
Please. Say yes.
I will accept on one condition.
- Anything. - Will Jackson stays on as Governor.
It's a deal-breaker.
Will is respected by the staff and by the women.
Officers like that do not come along every day.
He knows the prison inside and out.
And he's desperate to prove himself,
and that siege was not his fault.
The incompetence, the corruption,
that was from the very top of government.
Will deserves another chance,
and I promise you he will not let you down.
Well, I hope he knows how lucky he is to have a colleague like you.
Is that a yes?
Yeah.
I think we are gonna do great things together.
- Yeah, so do I. (CHUCKLES) - CHUCKLES: Welcome back.
- Cheers. - Cheers.
(MUFFLED CHATTER IN DISTANCE)
TV: And in breaking news,
the case of disgraced Victorian Attorney General Michael Heston
has taken a final twist.
The police have confirmed earlier rumors
that Heston was found dead in his cell.
An ambulance was called to Walford Correctional Centre at around 6am,
followed by a police forensics team.
A body was seen being removed on a stretcher two hours later.
Heston was due to stand trial on various charges
related to evidence seized after the siege
- at Wentworth Correctional Centre. - That's not what you wanna hear.
Police say there are no suspicious circumstances,
and further comment was not made at...
Do you have a 10, please?
- I do indeed. Yeah. - Thank you kindly.
Do you have a...
- eight? - (HISSES)
- Go fish. So sorry. (CHUCKLES) - CHUCKLES: Oh, for fuck's sake.
- Get up. - Huh?
Don't fuckin' move.
- Get up. - Wait, what's going on?
Your girlfriend here's been threatening people.
Isn't that right?
Fuckin' baby.
Do it.
Hey! Oh, fuck! Jesus. Ow!
- Hey! Let me go! - Get your hands off... Hey... (SIGHS, SNIFFS)
You fuckin' let me go!
"Fingers" Kelly.
That's what they used to call you?
Well, it'd be funny if you lost one o' yours.
Yeah, it'd be fuckin' hilarious.
- (STRAINS) - I warned you there'd be consequences.
That was pretty unconvincing.
You wanna try that again with a bit more menace?
Apologise to Boomer.
- REB: No, no, no, no, no, no, no. - (CLEARS THROAT)
No! Lou! Wait... Let her go! Lou!
- Or the finger comes off. - Get off her!
(REB GRUNTS, STRAINS)
Yeah, that was better. (CHUCKLES)
I almost believed that, huh?
Last chance, Kelly.
REB: Just say it. Just say it, just say... (SIGHS)
Come on, Lou! (GASPS, PANTS)
Darling, you're not Top Dog material.
You're just a big pair o' lips with eyelashes.
- (YELLS) - No!
(SCREAMS)
(YELLS, GROANS)
(YELLS)
(SCREAMS)
(BIRDS TWITTER IN DISTANCE)