You got any history with Joan Ferguson?
She's being released back into General.
- I want you to protect her. - I don't want her anywhere near Reb.
I suppose it gets down to how much Reb wants that top surgery.
I want to know what Joan Ferguson did.
I want to remember.
- Will you help me? - You're being extradited to the States.
The US are initiating proceedings against you.
Dad, it's me. They want to extradite me.
- (LINE CLICKS, DISCONNECT TONE) - Dad?
SOFTLY: You must be such a disappointment.
(YELPS)
- (CLANG) - (YELLS, PANTS)
- What the fuck was that? - I don't know. I lost it.
- Is there any sign of who did this? - No.
- Did you tell Allie? - Uh, no, I didn't tell her.
- Boomer. - Rubes, she's really fucked up at the moment.
- You know what you've done! - I don't... I... I can't remember.
You stabbed Bea to death!
Do you remember hot-shotting me,
- you fucking psychopath? - No, no, no, no, no!
(SCREAMS, WAILS)
(HEAVY FOOTSTEPS ECHO)
(VOICES ECHO IN DISTANCE)
(BREATHES SHALLOWLY)
(FAINT WHISPERS ECHO)
(WHISPERING INTENSIFIES)
(WHISPERING FADES)
(GASPS)
(DRIPPING WATER ECHOES)
(WHISPERING RESUMES)
(DISTANT SHOUTING, CLANGING DROWNS OUT WHISPERS)
(DOORS RATTLE VIOLENTLY, SHOUTING CONTINUES)
Go back to bed.
(SHOUTING, CLANGING CONTINUES IN DISTANCE)
(SHOUTING IN DISTANCE)
(SHOUTING CONTINUES)
- Ferals are restless. - Sounds like they're trippin'.
- (CLEARS THROAT) - Doubt it.
Been locked up for three days. They haven't moved any bloody stock.
- Do they always carry on like this? - Oh, they're just...
all going a bit stir-crazy with this lockdown.
Certainly creates a bit of pent-up aggression.
(SHOUTING CONTINUES)
Eventually, that's gotta go somewhere.
WOMAN IN DISTANCE: What're you doin', Top Dog?
Fuckin' do something!
You're fuckin' useless!
You call yourself Top Dog...
(SHOUTING CONTINUES)
God, I am so over toast and two-minute noodles.
- WOMAN IN DISTANCE: Ah, ya fuckin' screws! - Novak?
- Governor wants to see you. - (LOCK BEEPS, GATE RATTLES)
WOMAN IN DISTANCE: What're you doin' about this, Novak?
- You're a useless piece of... - Hey. Hey, Mr. Stewart?
How's Miss Reynolds?
(GATE SLAMS, LOCK BEEPS)
SOFTLY: Oi, why're they talking to us?
Boomer, what if she's in a bad way?
- We should've just fessed up. - It's too late for that now.
Well, we should at least tell Allie.
And put her in a position where she has to choose
between us and the other women? Is that fair to her?
- They're goin' off. Listen to them. - Do you want to cop an assault charge?
No.
No, I'll... I'll say that it was me.
I bashed her.
We'll keep Rubes out of it.
- Boomer, n... - Yes.
They'll isolate you, Boomer. They'll force you to spill everything.
How's it gonna look if it gets out now?
We're in Allie's crew; everyone will blame her.
We have to stay strong.
For Allie's sake.
The hospital says she's stable, but with a concussion,
a punctured lung and broken ribs,
they have to keep her in for a few more days.
We can't maintain this lockdown much longer.
Well, we have to until we identify Ann's attacker.
The police have come up with nothing, Vera. Nobody's talking.
Someone will crack eventually.
Maybe they all thought Ann had it coming.
- Are you saying she deserved it? - Of course not.
But...
given all her cutbacks, I mean, are you really surprised this happened?
- (KNOCK ON DOOR) - Come in.
- Got Novak. - Thank you.
(SIGHS) You got a name for me yet?
It is inhumane to keep us locked down like this.
- Oh, let's talk about inhumane, shall we? - Without proper food,
- rec time, showers... - I will lift the lockdown
- when you give me the GM's attacker. - I've told you...
- I don't know who it is. - And even if you did, you wouldn't lag.
I would encourage them to come forward for the benefit of the women.
But I can't do anything if you keep us isolated.
(SIGHS)
Okay.
I'll agree to partial release.
No phones. No visitors, no rec time, no showers.
- (SCOFFS) - You're allowed out to work and eat. That is it.
- SCOFFS: Oh! - Mr. Stewart?
Can you tell the staff to prepare meal service
and morning work units, please?
- That's not a compromise. - It's not meant to be.
Find out who put Ann Reynolds in the hospital.
That's the only way this will end.
(WOMEN CHATTER, COMPLAIN LOUDLY)
- Baked beans. That's it? - Eat it.
Or pretend it's Ramadan start. Either way, clear the line.
Oi!
You should be thanking your Top Dog.
- WOMAN: Novak's a fuckin'... - WOMAN: Jackshit.
WOMAN: She's a useless fuckin' Top Dog.
- What'd the Governor want? - Oh, what d'you think? The GM's basher.
Oh. Wants you to lag? (CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)
- Yeah, right. Good luck. - Does anyone know if she's all right?
Mr. Stewart said she's gonna be fine.
SOFTLY: Uh, hey, Allie,
I was wondering if I can use the phones to call my dad.
D'you reckon they'll let us access them?
No phones, no visitors, no rec time, no showers.
What the shit?!
Bloody rats've gnawed on 'em. Just...
- That is just disgusting. Look at this! - (WOMEN JEER)
- WOMAN: Hey! - WOMAN: Fucking get her!
Freak.
- Oi! - (SHOUTING SUBSIDES)
- WOMAN: You eat the fuckin' rat food. - Hold on to your buns, ladies.
See an officer for some more rat baits.
If they're good enough for vermin, they're good enough for you lot.
What are we, animals in a fuckin' zoo?
(LOUD, ANGRY MUTTERING)
GREG, ECHOING: Kath?
Kath?
(TANK PUMP HUMS SOFTLY)
You like fish?
You know, uh, neurologically speaking,
goldfish are quite contentious.
It's their memory.
Some say that it only lasts three seconds, so,
every lap of the fish tank,
it's like they're discovering a brand-new world.
(SCOFFS)
Personally, I think it's a myth. I think the truth is
they remember a lot more than they let on.
I don't want to continue these sessions.
I'm afraid that's not an option.
I have to give a report on your mental state
at your committal into the murder of the real Kath Maxwell.
- I'm Kath Maxwell. - The court has a different opinion.
Well, I won't talk to you. I... I won't cooperate.
Can I ask why?
Joan Ferguson was a monster.
Why would I wanna remember her?
She was obviously...
(WHISPERS) pure evil.
(WOMEN, CHILDREN CHATTER AND LAUGH)
I believe that we are all born a blank slate.
None of these kids are inherently good or bad.
Whatever you know about Joan Ferguson,
(VOICE FADES) she wasn't born rotten.
She was as innocent
and pure as any of these children here.
(LAUGHTER, CHATTER ECHOES)
(CRYING ECHOES)
MUFFLED: I came to Wentworth with a mandate to pure recidivism.
That mandate was revoked.
(ECHOING LAUGHTER CONTINUES)
But you, Kath...
You present a unique opportunity.
VOICE FADES FURTHER: Psychiatric nurses
still don't truly understand the psychopathic syndrome.
♪
- I know that I could hel... - Whose baby is that?
What?
That baby.
- Whose is it? - (LOCK BLEEPS, DOOR OPENS)
What's she doing here?
- Get her outta here. - Mr. Stewart...
Get her out of here! Now!
Calm down. I meant no harm by it.
You took a prisoner to the crèche!
To the corridor outside the crèche,
- as part of her therapy. - (SCOFFS)
MUFFLED: You do not use my child as a therapeutic fucking tool.
- This isn't about your daughter. - I don't care.
You've brought a prisoner who's been charged with murder
to a part of the prison that's completely out of bounds!
Yeah, I...
I was wrong.
I apologize. It... it will not happen again.
(LOCK BLEEPS, CLICKS)
On your feet.
Taking you back to your unit.
- (DISTANT SHOUTING, MUSIC PLAYS ON TV) - Very nice biscuit, Barbara.
In breaking news,
police have confirmed that a person of interest is being questioned
in connection with the infamous True Path retreat,
where nine people were found dead in 2018.
- It's understood the individual... - Lou.
- Lou, Lou. - ... whose identity is being withheld by police,
was arrested during a raid in the state's northeast
early this morning.
True Path, which described itself
as an alternative health and lifestyle retreat,
was founded by controversial psychiatrist Brian Mendel in 2012.
The clinic received negative publicity over the years
for Mendel's unorthodox techniques.
(LOCK BLEEPS, GATE RATTLES OPEN)
(SHOUTING CONTINUES IN DISTANCE)
SOFTLY: Ferguson.
Stay the fuck away from my baby.
That baby's yours?
(FOOTSTEPS RETREAT)
(GATE RATTLES)
(LATCH CLICKS SOFTLY)
- The... He what?! - The crèche corridor.
She was 5ft away from Grace.
- Why would he do that? - I was this close to smashing him in the gob.
He was using our baby to jog that bitch's memory.
Oh, okay.
All right. So you're pissed off at him
because he was trying to cure Ferguson's amnesia?
N... no...
No. How can you even think that?
- This is about Grace. - (STAMMERS, SIGHS)
- SOFTLY: Okay, I'm... okay. - SOFTLY: He'll try and justify it. Don't let him.
Vera, I'm so sorry. I... I feel terrible.
But there was never any danger to any of the children.
- (SIGHS) - I would never put your daughter's safety in jeopardy.
It's not just about our daughter.
- It's about doing what's right. - Okay, Jake.
- It's about having professional standards, mate! - All right! All right.
He has apologized, and I'm sure Dr. Miller won't do it again.
(SCOFFS SOFTLY)
(DOOR CLOSES)
Vera, I, uh... I just got an email from Corrections
about one of the prisoners, a Reb Keane.
Yeah, what about them?
It's about his top surgery.
(SHOUTING ECHOES IN DISTANCE, GATE RATTLES OPEN)
(SHOUTING INTENSIFIES)
If you go near my baby again, I'll kill you myself.
Your baby? But...
- (SHOUTING CONTINUES) - Keane.
Your request to apply for top surgery has been granted.
It's just an application at this point,
but apparently, the General Manager has approved the process.
Oh my G... (GASPS)
CHUCKLES TEARFULLY: Oh my God, that's amazing.
- Sorry. - CHUCKLES: It's all right.
Okay.
So you just gotta get a tick from Dr. Miller
- to proceed to the next stage. - Wait, what?
We need his signature on the application.
So I'll set up a session for you after morning work unit.
- Oh, baby, that is so awesome. - It's bullshit.
Are you kidding me? This is everything. This is...
This is what we wanted. This...
- It's gonna happen. - I'm not seeing that psych, Lou.
- Like, I'm... not having him judge me. - It's not gonna be like that.
- It's gonna be... - Fuckin' bullshit, Lou!
- Yes, it will! Of course it will. - Hey, come on.
I think it's just... seeing the news report this morning.
I think it's upset you, and... and...
SIGHS: Fuck, and fair enough.
No. No.
It... Wh... what's upset me is having to
jump through hoops to get some therapist's approval.
Okay, I don't need I don't need a shrink to tell me...
- Yeah, I know. I know. - ... what I can and what I can't do with my body.
I know that.
That is just how these fuckin' institutions work, and we're stuck here.
We have to play their game.
Who do you think they've arrested?
SIGHS: Oh, who cares? I dunno.
It doesn't matter, 'cos the only thing that matters
is that no one's connected us to that place.
And we don't talk about it any more.
(SIGHS)
- I've got Keane. - Thanks, Miss Miles.
Please, have a seat, Reb.
- (CLEARS THROAT) - So, you've applied for chest surgery
as part of your transition.
The government requires me to sign off on it.
They just wanna make sure that your decision is a rational one, yeah?
Mate, I'm trans, not psychotic.
Yeah, of course. It's just...
It's standard criteria that... that I'm required to cover, okay?
So, how old were you when you started to identify as male?
Uh, 6 or 7.
And did you start to dress like a boy at that age as well?
Uh, no... Um, my mum wouldn't let me, so...
- When did you start testosterone? - (AMPLIFIED SCRIBBLING)
Uh...
about 12 months ago, I think.
I... I was just in denial before that.
Let my mum control me and stuff.
Control you? How?
ECHOES: Where's your penis? Don't have one, do you?
She, um...
she sent me to a clinic.
Right. And were you offered a diagnosis?
Yeah. (CHUCKLES SHORTLY) Um,
body dysmorphia.
ECHOES: Why do you hate your body?
How do you feel about your body?
It's a beautiful body. You should love your body.
- Shouldn't she? - WOMEN, ECHOING: Love your body, Rebecca.
It's godly.
- You were made in God's image. - You were born a girl.
Have you ever had an eating disorder...
- You have breasts. - ... suffered from depression...
- You have a womb. - ... anxiety or substance abuse?
Your hips were built for childbearing.
Have you ever contemplated suicide?
- Don't you want to be a mother? - Reb, please, just talk to me.
Well, I don't know what you want me to say.
Admit to me.
WHISPERS: You're confused.
- Fuck it. - Hey, Reb. Reb.
- Reb. - Get your fuckin' hands off me!
You sick fuck!
(WOMEN SHOUT IN DISTANCE)
You're lucky Miller's a softcock.
If it was up to me, I'd slot you.
SOFTLY: What happened with Dr. Miller?
Dick girl lost her shit.
Hey.
Hey, what's goin' on?
- Baby? - Reb, can I do anything for you?
Yeah, can you just... Can you close the fuckin' door?!
Hey. Come on.
Hey, you're safe. I'm here.
No one's gonna hurt you.
- Just tell me what happened! - Fuck!
Fuck! Fuck!
(SNIFFLES) I'm not going back to him, Lou.
- I am not. - Okay!
- Can you tell me what happened? - It was just like I was back there!
You know, he was so, so like him, and it was...
it was the same questions. He was goin' on about
the fuckin' body dysmorphia bullshit, and I...
I just hit him.
I don't know what happened. I just... I lashed out
and I hit him, and, like, that's it now. You know?
Like, I have fucked it.
- No, you haven't... - No, I have fucked it, Lou!
- All right. Okay. - He thinks I'm a nutcase,
and he's never, ever gonna sign off on my surgery now.
- Do you understand? - Hey, it's gonna be all right.
- No, fuck off. - YELLS: Okay! Hey.
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
I can fix this.
I can fix this for you, okay?
- I just don't think you can fix this one. - Hey, come on.
Do you trust me?
Yep.
WOMAN OVER PA: Attention compound. Attention compound.
All women to report to assigned work duty.
(SHOUTING IN DISTANCE, LOCK BLEEPS, DOOR OPENS)
Dr. Miller, I'm Lou Kelly.
- Yes, I know who you are. - Mm-hm.
SOFTLY: Do you know how long Reb's waited for this surgery?
What he's had to go through to get here?
You can't deny him this.
That's not my intention.
Okay, good. So you will sign off on it.
Hey.
WHISPERS: He just want to take ownership of his own body.
Yes. And I can't approve the procedure
until I'm satisfied
- that Reb is psychologically in good health. - (SCOFFS)
Fuck.
It's just meant to be a formality, Miller.
Can you just tick the fucking box?!
Kelly!
Back to your mopping.
(GLASS SQUEAKS)
We got a rat in our unit.
Go get me some o' that rat bait that's been laid around the kitchen.
Mm-hm?
(OVERLAPPING CONVERSATIONS)
- WOMAN: Can I ask who your current internet provider is? - (RAPID TYPING, MOUSE CLICKS)
SOFTLY: Come on, Rita.
(BLIP, ALERT BLARES)
Uh...
- Who're you trying to call? - N... no one. I'm...
- I was just getting used to it. - One more stuff-up, Mitchell, and you're gone.
- WOMAN: What made you choose this provider? - (RINGING TONE)
- MAN ON PHONE: Hello? - Oh.
Hi, Gavin.
It's, uh, Susan calling, from Maynard Market Research.
Susan.
- I was starting to think you'd forgotten about me. - CHUCKLES: Oh.
Were ya?
Yeah, nah. No, I just been, you know, busy doin'...
- stuff. - It's bloody great to hear from you.
- (CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY) - You know, I've hardly stopped thinking about you.
(DOOR LOCK BEEPS, DOOR OPENS)
Novak. A word, please.
BOOMER, SOFTLY: I've been thinking a bit about you too.
A bit. A bit.
(PHONE CONVERSATIONS CONTINUE)
- (SIGHS) Well? - I haven't heard anything.
Are you losing their respect?
The women always look up to the Top Dog when things get bad.
- It's only gonna get worse for you, Allie. - Tell me something I don't know.
SOFTLY: Whatever you have to do
to convince Ann Reynold's attacker to come forward,
I suggest you do it.
(SCOFFS SOFTLY)
- (LOCK BEEPS, DOOR OPENS) - BOOMER: So, like,
what's most important to you? Is it looks,
boob size or personality?
CHUCKLES: This isn't about a laundry detergent, is it?
(GIGGLES)
Um, I'd say...
- honesty. - No. No, no.
- That's not one of the options. - No, I've been hurt too many times.
Honesty is my number one, non-negotiable.
Susan?
- Hey, I... - No, I... I'm here.
What's up?
I... I haven't...
been totally honest with ya.
WARILY: All right.
Truth is,
um, I'm... I'm in prison.
Uh, this whole call centre is part of its industries.
CLEARLY: Pro-polis.
- You can buy your chocolate... - How long have you been with this provider for?
... from a supermarket, a local grocer, market...
Does that turn you off?
- Not really. - Hey?
- You serious? - Yeah.
- CHUCKLES: Oh! - But... But everything else you said...
- Ye... Yeah, yeah. - ... is that true? Yes?
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, I'm totally hot.
- (CHUCKLES) Cool. - (GIGGLES)
Hey, I... I've always wanted a hot prison-bitch pen pal. (LAUGHS)
P... pen pal? (CHUCKLES) Oh.
Cool.
(WOMEN SHOUT IN DISTANCE)
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
Jesus.
Oh. Sorry.
(INHALES, EXHALES)
I'm sorry what happened with Miller. I...
Well, I thought he was a good guy. (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
He, um...
He genuinely helped me.
Look, um...
It probably wasn't all his fault.
Hey, did you see that, um...
that report on the news this morning?
About the True Paths retreat?
- Where all those people died? - Mm.
Yeah, that was the clinic I told you about.
Where I met Lou.
It was run by this...
weird dude.
He called himself a doctor, but fuck knows what he was a doctor of.
He... he tried to get inside people's heads.
You know? Like, made me think that I was...
I was broken
and that I needed fixing.
(SIGHS SOFTLY)
Is it true there was a mass suicide?
Shit got, um... pretty crazy in the end.
Me and Lou were the only ones who made it out of there alive.
SOFTLY: Shit.
(DISTANT CHATTER, MACHINES WHIRR SOFTLY)
- I'll drop this off in the laundry. - Okay.
(MACHINES RATTLE IN DISTANCE, CUTLERY CLATTERS)
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(BREATHES SHALLOWLY)
(DOOR CREAKS)
- Ferguson. - (KEYS JANGLE)
You done?
Come on.
(DOOR CREAKS)
- (BREATHES HEAVILY) - (JEERING ECHOES IN DISTANCE)
So, Hot Phone Guy wants to become Hot Pen Pal.
WOMAN: You call yourself Top Dog!
So, like, he's gonna write me dirty letters,
(VOICE FADES) and then I'm gonna write him dirty letters.
But I might need some help
- with the spelling, bud, eh? - (JEERING CONTINUES)
- (SCOFFS) - WOMAN: You're a fucking wuss!
There's gonna be a full-on riot.
Lou Kelly's givin' out acid like she's Santa Claus.
She's stirrin' up shit.
Allie's gonna cop the brunt of all of this.
We gotta say somethin'.
You're right.
(SHOUTING CONTINUES IN DISTANCE)
I know who bashed Ann Reynolds.
What?
I didn't say anything before because...
I wasn't up to speed on these mysterious lagging rules,
but Ruby set me straight.
It's not lagging telling you.
Who was it?
Around the time Ann Reynolds was bashed,
I saw Lou Kelly coming out of the kitchen.
So if the only way to lift this lockdown
is to tell Mr. Jackson who did it,
then fuck it.
Just tell him.
(DOORS CLOSE)
(SOFT, RHYTHMIC SCRAPING)
(SHOUTING ECHOES IN DISTANCE)
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
Here we go.
Ah.
- (DOOR CREAKS OPEN) - Hey, Kath.
You got that session with Dr. Miller tomorrow?
When he's not looking, will you just...
pop this in his cup o' tea for me?
What is it?
Strychnine.
It's from that rat bait that you got for me.
- I can't. - (CHUCKLES SOFTLY) Yeah, you can.
- It will kill him. - Yeah, well, maybe.
Or it might just make him really fuckin' sick.
Either way, we get a new shrink.
Look, (SIGHS)
you're a psychopath.
- No, I'm not. - Get with the programme.
I'm no... I'm not. Please. I'm..
I am not...
that person any more.
Well, you're just gonna have to hook into those impulses.
Trust me, they're down there.
(WOMEN CHATTER)
(LOU SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)
Kelly.
This isn't the bean-flickers' coffee club. Stay in your seat.
Pity. (CHUCKLES)
Oh, come on. I'm just makin' sure the girls are okay.
Someone here has to give a shit.
SOFTLY: Smug bitch deserves to go down, then.
Lagging's pretty serious.
- All right, everybody, listen up. - (WOMEN SCOFF, MUTTER)
I'm only gonna say this once.
Whoever bashed Ann Reynolds,
- I want you to turn yourself in. - (INCREDULOUS SCOFFING)
For the sake of all the women,
do the right thing.
- WOMAN: Oh, fat chance. - (MUTTERING CONTINUES)
(WOMAN LAUGHS)
(WOMEN CHATTER IN DISTANCE)
Just a little heads-up.
I'd think twice about seeing Dr. Miller.
He killed another prisoner in here.
Liz Birdsworth.
Yeah. Might not have been with his own hands,
but he wrongly medicated her, which drove her crazy
and caused her to have a massive stroke.
(SHOUTING ECHOES IN DISTANCE)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)
I've just heard from Miss Miles that you're refusing to see Dr. Miller.
FAINTLY: Yeah.
Well, the sessions are compulsory, Joan. You know that.
You know, I would've thought seeing Miller
would suit this ridiculous charade of yours.
Why won't you see him?
SOFTLY: I heard some unsettling news.
Regarding a prisoner wh... whose death Dr. Miller was responsible for.
All right.
Which prisoner?
Liz Birdsville.
What the hell are you playing at?
- It's called running interference. - It is called being a dickhead.
You don't get it, Vera.
- (SCOFFS) - You are playing with fire.
I'm trying to protect our future. Grace's future.
We can't let Miller treat her.
- We can't let Ferguson get away with this. - Yes, we can.
If it gets us off the hook, we can, Vera. We have to.
(WOMEN SHOUT IN DISTANCE)
Joan Ferguson is dead,
and you cannot convince me otherwise.
Let her be, Lou.
Now, I know what you're trying to do.
You cannot expect Kath to commit murder for you.
SOFTLY: Why don't you just shut your ungrateful fucking mouth?
VOICE GROWS LOUDER: The only reason
that you and Kath are still breathing
is 'cos (YELLS) I am your fucking babysitter!
SOFTLY: You will see Miller this morning.
You will put rat poison in his fuckin' Earl Grey.
'Cos if you don't, how long do you reckon it'll be
before they string ya back up on that basketball ring?
(IMITATES CHOKING)
(STEAM PRESS HISSES, CLUNKS)
It's quiet in here.
Go down this list of numbers here, and when they answer,
- you start with the script there. - Okay.
- Got it? - Yep.
Just double-click.
GREG, MUFFLED: Yes.
Kath.
Better late than never.
Please, take a seat.
I'm really glad you had a change of heart.
I was, uh, just about to make myself a cup of tea.
Youse are allowed to talk!
(AMPLIFIED TICKING)
(WOMEN SCREAM, HOLLER)
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
- (GRUNTS) - Get her in. Get the swipe card!
- No, just fuckin'... - (DOOR SLAMS)
- Let her go! Let her go! - Hey. Hey, hey!
- Lou! - What you doin'?!
Come on, Suzy Booms.
We're just trying to have a little bit of fun!
- (WOMEN HOLLER) - Go, bitches!
WOMAN ON RT: Sierra Seven, Code Blue in the laundry!
- Repeat... Code Blue in the laundry! - (RT CRACKLES)
(SIREN WAILS, INDISTINCT SHOUTING, CHEERING)
Come on! Ha!
(SCREAMS)
WOMAN: Whoo!
Yeah!
(SIREN WAILS)
(SIREN CONTINUES IN DISTANCE)
Uh, this is the Governor. We have Code Blues
in East One and Two corridors and the laundry.
- All available officers to H Block. - What is it?
Have a look for yourself.
- (ROARS) - WOMAN: Whoo!
Are ya with me, Mullet?
- (CHUCKLES SOFTLY) - Take this.
(KEYS JANGLE)
Trash whatever shit you can get your hands on.
Go!
- What's going on? - (SIREN CONTINUES)
It's okay. I'm sure it's nothing.
Just sit tight, yeah?
- (RT BLIPS) - MUFFLED: This is Sierra Six.
Why have we ordered a total lockdown?
- (RT CRACKLES) - (SIGHS)
Linda, what's the problem?
Get in your office. And lock the door.
(SIREN CONTINUES)
RT: Admission's corridor has been compromised.
They have at least one swipe card.
All right, we need to call in the riot police.
This is a coordinated action.
I've isolated the external airlocks, okay?
Look, they're contained. They're just makin' a mess.
Will, you do not want another siege.
We can use this, Vera.
Get Novak to my office.
- (SHOUTING CONTINUES) - BOOMER: Oi!
I am in charge here!
I'm Allie's 2IC!
CHANTS: Smash shit up!
Smash it up!
Aw, Marie.
- Come on, chin up. - WOMEN CHANT: Smash it up! Smash it up!
Scene o' past crimes, eh? (MOUTHS)
SCOFFS: You think I'm behind this?
This has been carefully planned.
- You must know who's running it. - They just want lockdown lifted!
Do that and they'll stop kicking off.
- Give me Reynold's attacker. - RT: This is the crèche.
Prisoners have breached the crèche corridor. Over.
(PRISONERS GASP DELIGHTEDLY, CROON)
- Gorgeous! - I just wanna eat 'em.
- (CACKLING) - Who's got the swipe?
(LOCK BLEEPS, WOMAN SNIGGERS)
Back away from the door, Frost!
Fuckin' make us, Nazi bitch.
- (CACKLES SOFTLY) - Stop.
- Get back! - (WOMEN LAUGH, JEER)
- Ha! - (YELPS)
(LAUGHTER CONTINUES)
- I mean it. - Oh, she means it!
(YELLS)
- (SCREAMS) - (YELLS, GROANS)
JAKE: All right, everybody settle down!
Let's go. Up against the wall.
Up against the wall. Move it!
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
(EXHALES HEAVILY, SNIFFS)
SHAKILY: This is Sierra Two to Sierra Three.
(RT) The crèche is secured, but only just.
Call in the fucking riot police, Will.
I'm gonna have to call them in, Allie.
(SIGHS)
They're gonna be armed.
Give me Ann Reynolds' attacker!
(RECEIVER CLICKS)
Put me through to the police.
(EXHALES SHARPLY) It was Lou Kelly.
She bashed Ann Reynolds.
(EXHALES HEAVILY)
WILL: Attention compound. Attention compound.
- This is the Governor. - (WOMEN SHOUT)
OVER PA: Stop rioting immediately.
- (LAUGHS) - The lockdown will be lifted...
I repeat... the lockdown will be lifted...
only if you return to your units immediately for a count.
(WOMEN CHEER)
YELLS: What did I fuckin' tell you?
Hey! (LAUGHS)
(WOMEN CLAP, LAUGH GLEEFULLY)
- REB: Lou! Lou! - WOMEN CHANT: Lou! Lou! Lou! Lou!
(CHANTING, CHEERING CONTINUES)
(SHOUTING ECHOES IN DISTANCE)
I'll, um... I'll just get a guard to take you back. okay?
(ARMCHAIR CREAKS SOFTLY)
- (GRACIE BABBLES) - (GASPS SOFTLY) Pa-pa-pa!
Pa-pa-pa!
(CHILDREN BABBLE)
(WHIMPERS)
Okay, Kath.
The, uh, officer will take you back for count.
(GLASS CLUNKS)
- (SIGHS HEAVILY) - (DOOR CLOSES)
(INHALES DEEPLY, CLEARS THROAT, SIGHS)
(SIGHS)
- (WOMEN CHATTER) - (LOCK BUZZES, DOOR OPENS)
- LOU: Get fucked! - (KEYS JANGLE)
ECHOING: Bullshit! I didn't bash her!
Fuck! What fucking bullshit!
I didn't fuckin' bash her!
IN DISTANCE: Get the fuck off me! Get off me!
I didn't fuckin' do it!
VOICE FADES: Let me go! Fuck!
(WOMEN CHATTER)
(RINGING TONE)
WHISPERS: Pick up, come on.
(SIGHS)
- (LINE CLICKS) - RITA: Hello?
Ree. OVER PHONE: I...
(CHUCKLES) Auntie Mary. Hey.
Hey, little Kangaruby.
- (SEAGULLS CAW IN DISTANCE) - It's so great to hear your voice.
CHUCKLES TEARFULLY: Yeah, it's...
it's good to hear yours.
(EXHALES) Man, I was...
I was worried about you.
Where are ya?
(SNIFFS) That's a good question.
Somewhere...
hot.
Just had to lay low for a few days until it cools down.
I miss you.
Oh, Roo, you have no idea how much I miss you.
OVER PHONE: Wish I was there with you now.
Give you a big hug.
Yeah.
(INHALES SHAKILY) Hey, um...
wh... when you go and see Dad, tell him I love him, eh?
(SNIFFLES)
Yeah, I will.
RUBY: And I love you too, Auntie Mary.
I love you, Ruby.
(SIGHS)
SOFTLY: Okay. Bye.
(EXHALES)
(EXHALES SOFTLY)
(SNIFFLES)
(SEAGULLS CAW)
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
(WIND HOWLS IN DISTANCE)
(HINGES SQUEAK SOFTLY)
Greg?
- Greg? - Oh. Oh!
- Vera. I didn't hear you. Sorry, I was just... - It's okay. Sorry.
reviewing some sessions.
Look,
I'm worried about Linda Miles.
(EXHALES) Linda? Why?
She had some sort of a meltdown during the disturbance.
I'm wondering if maybe there's some...
unresolved issues from the siege.
Yeah, Okay. Well, thanks for letting me know. I'll, um...
- I'll talk to her, yeah? - Yep.
(SIGHS)
(WATER BUBBLES SOFTLY, TANK PUMP HUMS)
(EXHALES SOFTLY)
♪ If I walk out the door ♪
♪ It spells our last goodbye ♪
SOFTLY: Hey. Allie, you're a good Top Dog.
♪ If you don't ♪
- ♪ Pull me back... ♪ - Am I?
Lou caused this entire mess,
and then she still managed to get the women to riot.
(SCOFFS SOFTLY, SIGHS)
♪ If I walk out... ♪
And I had to lag to put a stop to it.
♪ ... spells our last goodbye ♪
What would Bea have done?
- ♪ If you don't hold... ♪ - Bea lagged once.
She did it to protect me.
♪ ... a thousand times ♪
(SIGHS)
♪ If I walk... ♪
It was the last thing she ever did as Top Dog.
♪ If I ♪
♪ Walk ♪
♪ Out the door ♪
♪ A thousand ♪
- ♪ Times ♪ - ♪ If I ♪
♪ Walk ♪
♪ Out the door ♪
♪ A thousand ♪
- ♪ Times ♪ - ♪ If I walk... ♪
Don't.
♪ ... The door ♪
(WHIMPERS, BREATHES SHAKILY)
- WHISPERS: It's okay. - (HYPERVENTILATES)
It's okay. It's okay.
♪ A thousand ♪
- ♪ Times ♪ - ♪ Out the door... ♪
It's okay.
- ♪ A thousand times ♪ - ♪ It's out the door ♪
It doesn't matter who you were.
♪ ... Out the door ♪
Only who you are now.
♪ It's out the door ♪
♪ It's gotta be cold with all those... ♪
♪ It's gotta be cold ♪
- ♪ With all of those eyes ♪ - (KNOCK ON DOOR)
- ♪ It's gotta be cold with all... ♪ - ♪ If I walk out... ♪
- Is this okay? - ♪ The door... ♪
I just don't wanna be alone tonight.
Oh, yeah. Of course it is. Come on in.
♪ If you don't pull me back ♪
♪ It breaks a thousand times ♪
This cult that you and Lou were in...
Yeah, what about it?
With the mass suicide,
um...
how did everyone die?
Poison.
Who are you?
I'm Sheila.
Civilian clothes or prison uniform?
I'll wear the teal.
Marta Dusseldorp is coming in to shake things up.
She was no victim, she is a monster.
The epic final two episodes...
Have you remembered something?
Redemption,
next Tuesday, 8.30pm on Fox Showcase
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