There you go, Dor.
Franky. She's coming in tomorrow.
The wife of the cyclist I...
Yeah, I'm gonna be up to my neck in meal prep. Sorry, kiddo.
- Will you come with me? - Oh, course I will, love.
VERA: Congratulations.
LIZ: I heard you got your parole approved.
You ever had a premonition, Liz?
I'm never getting out of here alive.
I fucked up, Bea.
They have me on CCTV getting rid of the splitter head.
If they find that, they're gonna arrest me.
The man who attacked me is the guy who tried to kill Fletch.
In here is his DNA.
His name, Bea. I need to know his name.
- Find out who he is. - I'll find the bastard.
And when I do...
I suspect that you're right about Governor Ferguson.
If I find proof and I go to the board with it,
will you support me?
Absolutely.
I know you were behind what happened to Jodie Spiteri.
I am equally certain
everything Bea Smith claimed about being attacked is true.
You are not fit to be governor.
Why could I never be good enough for you?!
You're insane.
And I know what you've done.
Take care of Mr Fletcher.
And this time, finish the job.
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. ♪
They call me a freak.
An aberration.
An anomaly.
A monster.
They fear me because I make the difficult decisions.
The decisions nobody else has the courage to make.
They're right to be afraid.
I will remove any and all obstacles in my path...
...for the greater good.
You need to have faith in me.
I know what's best.
(GUNFIRE ON TV)
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
- (KNOCKING CONTINUES) - Who is it?
VERA: Fletch, it's me.
Come in.
Why are you ignoring my calls?
I didn't feel like talking.
I have to give you some news.
You're on permanent stress leave, effective immediately.
Governor's orders, I bet.
I'm sorry.
You'll be next, Vera. It won't end with the demotion.
She wants you gone. She wants us all gone.
And she's fuckin' crazy. I just saw her talking to thin air.
If we don't make a move soon, it'll be too late.
We need to get her out.
I've remembered, Vera,
and if you're in, I'll tell you everything I know.
MILES: Count's in five, ladies.
Conway, get back to your own unit.
Oh, can't she have a sleepover, miss?
Enough, Smith.
You've got a visitor in the morning. Karen Proctor.
- Thanks. - Go on.
Fingers crossed.
Yeah, here's hoping.
- Hey, Booms... - BOOMER: What?
Get out here.
I'm divvying up my stuff.
- That box is for you. - Don't want it.
- You don't know what's in it. - I don't care.
A few days time, you'll never have to see me again.
Good.
I'm just gonna leave it out here.
If you don't want it, someone else will.
Don't even think about it.
If anyone gets in Ferguson's way, she takes them out.
Me, Will, Bea, Jodie, now you.
But between us, we've got more than enough to bring her down.
(SIGHS)
I should just go straight to the board with all this.
Do it. I mean, they can't ignore you.
They're obligated to investigate.
I will call them, first thing.
Vera.
Is everything...
You know, OK with, um, you know, with the...
Yeah. Oh, yep, it's fine.
If there's anything I can do to help...
You warned me a long time ago about Ferguson.
I'm sorry I didn't listen.
We all make mistakes.
Yep, I've made plenty.
I've done things I'm not proud of.
And I hope that...
I hope this makes up for some of it.
(JESS SINGS) ♪ When the bough breaks
♪ The cradle will fall
♪ And down will come baby
♪ Cradle and all. ♪
(HUMS)
How is he?
Bet he's missing his mum.
- Can I have a hold? - Fuck off, Liz.
- Charming. - (INDISTINCT P.A. ANNOUNCEMENT)
Alright, ladies.
- Gonna take Joshua now. - But he's sleeping.
He's due for another feed.
- But I want to keep him. - Jess, not a request.
- OK, thanks. - LIZ: How's Doreen?
Is she OK?
Yeah, I think a good night's sleep has helped.
I'll bring him back soon.
LIZ: I'm just off to see Soph,
and then I'll pop in and see Dor, if that's OK.
- ROSE: Sure. - LIZ: Oh, good-0.
(INDISTINCT P.A. ANNOUNCEMENT, DOOR BEEPS)
WOMAN: Hi, Sophie.
I'm Jane Eason, the court-appointed social worker.
I see you've brought someone to support you today.
Oh, yeah, this is my, um... Liz.
-Hi, Liz.
Come and sit down.
You're right.
This is Christine Connors.
As the judge explained,
this is part of the Restorative Justice Program
to allow victims of crime a chance to meet the offender.
Now, it's not about confrontation.
It's about fostering dialogue.
But offenders are encouraged
to take responsibility for their actions.
Christine, would you like to start?
You're so young.
I had this picture in my mind
of what you'd be like,
and then I saw you in court a few weeks back.
(CHRISTINE CRIES)
And you were nothing like
the murderer I imagined.
I almost felt sorry for you.
But then I reminded myself...
...that this wasn't the first time
you got drunk and drove a car.
Only this time... (SOBS)
(CRIES)
...my little boy's father paid with his life.
(SOBS)
I'm sorry.
I can't forgive myself.
Christine...
...I'm Sophie's mum.
Um, I don't want to speak for Soph,
but it might help a little bit
if I explain a few things to you, if that's alright.
I'm an alcoholic and I have been for years,
and when Soph was a little girl
I did something selfish and stupid
that landed me in here.
Mum...
And I know the seeds
of what happened the night your husband lost his life...
Mum...
Mrs Connors,
I'm sorry.
Now, I know that's not good enough, but...
But I am.
What I've done to you and your family is...
...unforgivable.
But it's not my mum's fault.
No matter what happened when I was a kid,
I'm an adult now.
I killed your husband, no-one else.
And I'm sorry.
I'm really sorry.
I noticed Kaz Proctor on Smith's visitor's list.
Make sure it's a secure visit.
Box number one.
Yes, Governor.
(TENSE MUSIC)
Governor?
Everything OK?
Get on with your work.
- Jenkins. - What?
Your appeal's been granted. The hearing's in two weeks.
- What appeal? - Against the sentence.
The drug charges.
Just read the letter, Boomer.
- There you go. - Thank you.
I'm so proud of you, Soph.
Yeah. You've got nothing to be proud of.
I've been a real shit.
Oh, love, it's been tough on both of us having you in here.
We're trying to figure out where we stand with each other.
I think we're a work in progress, love.
Hey!
Hey.
How'd it go?
- I thought you had meal prep. - I'm just heading there now.
I'm gonna go.
- (KNOCK AT DOOR) - Yeah?
Was it you?
I'm not following.
Oh, that? Yeah.
I found a precedent
that'|| knock a few years off your sentence.
Details are in that box that I left you.
Oh.
I don't know what to say.
(SNIFFLES)
Oh, don't do that.
Come on.
Hey!
You deserve to get out of here one day.
You're way better than this place.
(SOBS)
Sometimes I don't know if I am.
Well, you are.
I hated fighting with you.
Oh, you're such a big sook, aren't you?
Yeah. Sorry.
You got nothing to be sorry about.
Hey, I'm happy for you.
You're getting out.
It's just, I'm...
I'm gonna miss you, though.
I'm gonna miss you a lot.
I love you, you doofus.
Yeah?
Only don't tell anyone.
No.
I love you too!
Oh, OK.
-Booms.
- You need to let go now. - No.
No, seriously, you need to let go.
- Nah. - Boomer...
Jess.
- Hi. Dor. - Oh, hey. Come in.
- Are you OK? - Yeah.
Thanks for looking after him last night.
Oh, no trouble.
I can do it again tonight if you'd like.
How long are they keeping you here?
They've just got to run a few more tests and stuff,
and want me to speak to a shrink for some reason.
- Yeah. - (JOSHUA CRIES)
There's something I wanted to talk to you about.
Sure.
Look, you've been a great help and everything...
...but I've decided to make Liz alternate carer.
Like I've said before, she's like my mum,
and I do trust you, I do,
it's just that she's had more experience.
Liz is dangerous.
You can't give our beautiful baby to a drunk.
He's my baby, Jess.
Look, I know Liz hasn't been herself lately,
but I reckon this will help her as well as me.
You'll still get to see him, all the time.
Nothing's gonna change.
- You're not thinking straight. - I've made up my mind.
OK.
Jess...
I hope you understand.
I understand.
Hey.
Have you got a name for me?
Kaz?
Well?
Yeah, I got it.
Nils Jesper.
Ex-crim.
Did five years for armed robbery,
eight years for manslaughter.
Got out in '98 and just dropped off the radar.
And you're sure this is the guy?
'Cause I've got one chance. There's no room for mistakes.
Bea, Red Right Hand don't get it wrong.
We did a cross-match on the Vic Police database.
- It's him. - Nils Jesper.
N-I-L-S.
| gotta go-
What level of retribution are we talking about?
We need to know.
No, you don't need to know. I've got it covered.
You said he was ours after the last meeting.
- Ms Miles! - What the fuck are you doing?
Don't you turn your fucking back on me!
I don't give a shit about you and the Red Right Hand.
- You fuck! - I need to see Mr Jackson.
Fucking user!
You fuck!
Mr Jackson.
These gentlemen wish to speak to you.
William Jackson,
you're under arrest for the murder of Harry Smith.
- You're not obliged to say... - Mr Jackson!
- ...but anything you say... - Get her back to her unit.
I need to talk to you!
- Do you understand? - BEA: Get your hands off me!
- Yes. - BEA: Mr Jackson!
MEARS: Righto, let's go.
(UNSETTLING MUSIC)
(JOSHUA coos)
(HUMS)
(UNSETTLING MUSIC)
(DOG BARKS)
KAZ ON RECORDING: Nils Jesper.
Ex-crim.
Did five years for armed robbery,
eight years for manslaughter.
Got out in '98 and just dropped off the radar.
BEA ON RECORDING: You're sure this is the guy?
'Cause I've got one chance. There's no room for mistakes.
KAZ: Red Right Hand don't get it wrong.
We did a cross-match on the Vic Police database.
- It's him. - Pick up, pick up, pick up.
(PHONE RINGS)
- Yeah. - It's me.
They're onto you. Do it now and get out.
BEA: I don't give a shit about you and the Red Right Hand.
- KAZ: You fuck! - BEA: I need to see Mr Jackson.
KAZ: Fucking user!
You fuck!
(RINGING TONE)
Hey!
So who's got the phone?
I haven't got time to mess around, so who's got it?
No-one.
Let's take a walk.
I'm not gonna get angry.
I just want to use it and then maybe you'll get it back.
- Bea, there isn't one. - Bullshit.
I know someone's got a phone, so who is it?
You're gonna get me that phone
or you won't speak right for a month.
- MAXINE: Bea. - P.A.: Attention, compound.
- Exercise period is now over. - BEA: You got somewhere to be?
All prisoners return to your units.
(TRAM BELL DINGS)
Take a seat.
- What's this? - Evidence.
That DNA will match the sample you found on Harry's body.
- Take a seat, Mr Jackson. - I'm serious.
- Test the sample. - Yeah, sure.
I'll run it through my portable lab kit, shall I? Sit down.
That man came into prison, attacked one of the prisoners.
- He's connected to Ferguson. - The governor?
Test the sample. It'll match.
How exactly did you get hold of this?
- The prisoner that was attacked. - Whose name is? -Does it matter?
Can I hazard a guess? Bea Smith?
That guy is dangerous. I think he's the killer.
You can't use it in court, but it'll prove he was there.
How do I know he wasn't your accomplice?
- Just find him! - You can't even give me a name!
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
Yeah.
Sir, Mr Jackson's lawyer on line two.
He doesn't muck around.
Uh, she.
Hello?
Mr Jackson? His name is Jesper.
Nils Jesper.
(PHONE RINGS)
FLETCH: Hello? Vera.
Have you met with the board?
What'd they say?
Mm.
Well, I'll tell them whatever they want.
Yeah. What time?
Sure.
OK. Alright, 'bye.
(YAWNS AND SIGHS)
Nurse Atkins?
Nurse Atkins!
Doreen, get back into bed.
Where's Joshua?
- Where is he? - I'll...
- I'll find out right now. - Where's Josh?
- Ms Miles? - Everything alright?
Did one of the officers take the baby back to H2?
I don't think so. Why would they?
Where is he?
DOREEN: Where is he?!
- Just jump into bed. No, no... - No! Where's Joshua?
(GUNSHOT)
Ugh!
Thanks for fucking up my life.
Arggh!
MEARS: I don't know about you, but it seems extraordinary to me
that your lawyer rings up in the middle of...
- (KNOCK AT DOOR) - Yeah.
Sir, there's been a shooting in Ringwood.
The shooter called 000.
Said it's related to the Harry Smith investigation.
MEARS: Interview suspended at 4:58.
NEWSREADER: We are now crossing live to our reporter,
who is there at the scene.
- What can you tell us, Simon? - REPORTER: Thank you, John.
Well, dramatic scenes unfolding here,
where police have arrested the suspected Red Right Hand leader
at this house moments ago, thanks to an anonymous tip-off
from an inmate at Wentworth Correctional Centre.
Karen Proctor is expected to be charged
with a string of of fences,
including the assault of an Albert Park businessman.
The charges will be heard in coun' early next week.
(OFFENBACH'S 'BARCAROLLE' PLAYS)
You're late.
I've come straight from the board.
If they haven't already,
they'll be calling soon to arrange a meeting.
I've submitted a statement
detailing your inappropriate conduct
and involvement in several major incidents.
Is this a joke?
No.
No, Governor.
And I've made a formal request
to have you removed from that position.
On what basis?
Details are in the statement.
I'd rather hear it from you.
Lucy Gambaro has made an official complaint.
She claims you pushed her down the stairs.
Fiction. Next.
Mr Fletcher has made accusations
regarding your treatment of both him and Mr Jackson.
I've also detailed the allegations
concerning the abuse of Jodie Spiteri
and the attack on Bea Smith.
Ms Ferguson.
Your mother was right about you.
You are such a disappointment.
I am doing what is best for the women of this prison.
(PHONE RINGS)
And me.
(PHONE RINGS)
That's probably the board.
Governor, sorry. It's Anderson's baby.
- What's happened? - He's gone missing.
(DOREEN SOBS)
Jianna, when did you last see him?
- It's Doreen. - Just shut up!
- Tell me. - Um, before I fell asleep.
- And when was that? - About 20 minutes ago.
I want an immediate lockdown.
- Yes, Governor. - (DOREEN CRIES)
MILES: This is Sierra 6 to all units.
We are in immediate lockdown.
He won't take your baby again.
He?
You know who took him?
ROSE: There's something else.
Doreen's test results just came back
and there were drugs in her system.
What? But I haven't taken any.
Oh, God.
Oh, my God.
Where's Jess? Jess.
Jess has my baby. She has Joshua!
No, you have to find Jess!
She's got Joshua. She's got my son!
(JOSHUA CRIES)
(JESS HUMS)
That's better, isn't it?
It's quiet down here.
P.A.: Attention, compound, this is a lockdown.
All prisoners are to report to their units immediately.
(JESS HUMS)
Come on, ladies!
Hey, Ms Miles, why the lockdown?
- MILES: Have you seen Warner? - No, why?
She and Anderson's baby have gone missing.
Why the fuck would she take the baby?
No sign, Sierra 3.
We're heading to the kitchen and dining room now.
MAN ON RADIO: Copy that.
WOMAN ON RADIO: Heading over to E Block now.
MAN ON RADIO: Sierra 3, this is Sierra 9.
C Block is clear.
VERA ON RADIO: Roger that, Sierra 9.
Move on to J Block with Sierra 8.
MAN ON RADIO: Copy that, Sierra 3.
MAN ON RADIO: J Block clear, over.
WOMAN ON RADIO: Sierra 5, what's your location?
JESS: You're so beautiful.
You don't deserve to be laughed at
or hurt...
(BURBLES)
...or abandoned like I was.
- You deserve peace. - (JOSHUA BURBLES)
I helped little Madison find peace.
She's in a better place now.
She'll take good care of you.
DOREEN: What are they doing? Have they found him?
Everyone's looking for him, Doreen, OK?
I just need you to try and calm down.
- Just breathe. Breathe. - MAN: Come on.
(DOREEN WHIMPERS)
You have to find him. You have to find him!
Please, you have to find my son!
(CRIES)
- Sh-sh-sh. - (JOSHUA CRIES)
(SNIFFLES) Don't fight it.
Go to Madison.
Go to sleep, my beautiful boy.
(DOOR BURSTS OPEN)
Put him down, Warner.
I was saving him.
(JOSHUA CRIES)
Put.
Him.
Down.
I wasn't hurting him.
Honestly.
I just wanted him to find some peace.
(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)
You know that guy?
Yeah, he ran me down seven months ago.
Came back to finish the job.
He's working for Ferguson.
- Know his name? - No.
DETECTIVE: We've got ID in his wallet.
Nils Jesper.
(PHONE RINGS)
Hello?
Can I help you?
You get what you can off that.
Find out where the last call came from.
Take care of him, and I'll ride in the ambulance.
(WHISPERS) What to do, what to do.
What to do, what to do.
What to do. What to do.
Just tell me what to...
(JOSHUA CRIES)
It's OK. It's OK. It's OK. We'll be out soon.
(DISTURBING MUSIC)
(CRIES)
Shh, it's OK.
Sh-sh-sh, it's OK, it's OK.
Shh. It's all good.
(ALARM SOUNDS)
(BEEPING)
(COUGHS)
Oh!
(COUGHS VIOLENTLY)
(COUGHS)
It's OK, I'm coming.
- You're OK. You're OK. - (JOSHUA CRIES)
Assistance is required!
Officers!
Officers, assistance is required!
Storage area! Industries!
Assistance!
I need help!
I need assistance!
I have a baby!
(SIREN SOUNDS)
P.A.: Evacuate the building.
This is not a drill.
Keep calm and proceed to muster points.
MAN ON RADIO: We're evacuating the building.
- Hey, where's the fire? - I don't know.
What's going on? Where's Joshua?
VERA: Immediate override on all internal security gates.
- Have you found Joshua yet? - No.
- Emergency muster points now! - What about Jess?
- Jenkins, go! I don't know. - I'll evacuate G Block.
- You move on to C and D. - Ms Miles?
Has anyone seen Ferguson?
No.
P.A.: Evacuate the building. This is not a drill.
Keep calm and proceed to muster points.
Where do you reckon it is?
- Mum. - Hey. Hey!
We heard about Josh. Have they found him?
- They think Jess has got him. - Of course she fuckin' has!
I'm not waiting for the screws to find him.
- Hey, Franky. - LIZ: Bea.
-BOOMER: Franky, where are you going? -LIZ: Bea!
(ALL TALK AT ONCE)
- Proceed to muster point. - GUARD: Come on. Come on.
Evacuate the building. This is not a drill.
Keep calm and proceed to muster points.
Sierra 7, why are the gates still locked?
MAN ON RADIO: The fire has caused electrical faults.
We need to override them individually.
Get a move on.
The fire brigade's on the way. Where's Anderson's baby?
The only area we can't get to is Industries.
- Smoke's too thick. - Must be where it started.
We have to leave it to the fireys. Come on.
- Let's get to Industries. - OK, we split up.
You take the corridor behind the laundry.
OK.
Evacuate the building. This is not a drill.
Keep calm and proceed to muster points.
MALE GUARD: Right, keep moving! That's it!
OK, this way, Doreen. Keep walking.
Where is he? Where is my son?
Where is he?! Joshua! You have to find Joshua!
- Stay calm. - Please help me find him!
- Liz! Where's Bea and Franky? - God, they went to get the baby!
(JOSHUA CRIES)
(COUGHS)
Oh, shit!
(COUGHING)
(BEEPING)
- Hurry! - (JOSHUA CRIES)
What have you done?
It was Warner!
- Give me the baby! - Alright! Just go, go, go!
- (ALL GASP) - (DOREEN SCREAMS)
- Let me in, please! - Stop, stop!
MAN ON RADIO: J Block clear, over.
OK, good. Now shut down the mains.
The fire's right under the kitchen.
Get everyone away from the building. Start a head count.
- Everyone to the muster point. - (ALL TALK AT ONCE)
All muster points, start head count.
(JOSHUA CRIES)
Red? Red?
Get up. Red, get up.
- (BEA COUGHS) - Come on, mate.
(METAL CLANGS)
Come on, get up. We gotta go.
(RUMBLING)
What was that?
(METAL CLANGS)
(DEBRIS CLATTERS)
(JOSHUA CRIES)
BEA: Josh. Shh-sh.
- You right? - BEA: Yeah.
The grille!
- Hey? - BEA: Try the grille!
- See if you can kick it out. - (JOSHUA CRIES)
OK!
Quick, you go.
It's OK.
BEA: Quick, pass him through.
- (RUMBLING) - Fuck!
Franky!
(SCREAMING)
Oh, Doreen! It's alright, love!
It's gonna be alright, love.
(EXPLOSION)
- (JOSHUA CRIES) - Franky!
Go! Get him outside!
Go, Bea, now! Go!
I'll get some help!
Got any bright ideas, bitch?
(LAUGHS)
(DEBRIS FALLS)
(SIRENS WAIL)
VERA: OK, everyone, stand back.
Keep moving. Fire and police are here.
Vera, is everyone out?
Smith, Doyle, Warner, the baby...
- Shit. - And Ferguson.
DOREEN: Joshua! Bee's got Joshua!
- Josh! - Bea!
-BEA: I need some help! WILL: Bea!
- VERA: OK, keep them back. - (DOREEN SCREAMS)
- LIZ: Doreen! - (BEA COUGHS)
- LIZ: Bea! - (DOREEN CRIES)
Thank you!
VERA: Nurse Atkins,
will you take Anderson and the baby over to the paramedics?
Get everyone back into the muster area.
WILL: Hey, Smith, what are you doing?
- Stay here! - I know where they are!
- VERA: Smith, come back! - WILL: Bea!
- VERA: Will! - MAN: Muster points head count.
(BEA AND WILL COUGH)
BEA: Franky!
Franky!
- She's not moving. - Franky!
(BOTH GRUNT)
WILL: Watch out!
Franky!
Franky! Franky!
VERA: Sierra 4, report your position.
Come on, girl, wake up!
- BEA: Hold on. - (VERA CONTINUES ON RADIO)
- Get her out of here, alright? - What are you doing? No! No!
Leave her!
Let her burn!
I said get out!
- (SCREAMING) - Fuck!
Ferguson, come on, get up!
- Come on, wake up. Come on. - (COUGHS)
- (GASPS) - (w||_I_ GRUNTS)
This was you.
You started this.
I don't know what the fuck you're talking about.
My Jianna hanged herself because of you.
- You took her child away. - Jianna didn't kill herself.
The prisoners lynched her.
What?
They found out about your relationship with her
and they killed her for it.
Liar!
- (GRUNTS) - You're a liar.
RADIO: We've got a visual. Stand-by, all medical units.
MAN: Bea!
Bea! Oh, my God!
BOOMER: Franky!
- MAXINE: Is she OK? - I've got her, love.
(BEA COUGHS)
(ANIMATED CHATTER, SIREN WAILS)
WOMAN: Just need you to give her a bit of space, please.
BOOMER: Move! Move!
Franky!
(FRANKY COUGHS)
MAN: Breathe easy.
Breathe easy. Deep breaths. It'll be OK.
One, two, three.
WOMAN: Everything's gonna be fine.
(BOTH COUGH)
(RADIO CHATTER)
Come on. Come on.
If you rule through chaos, you reap what you sow.
MILES: Come on, Smith.
WOMAN: Bea, you're a legend.
(RADIO CHATTER)
(PENSIVE MUSIC)
P.A.: Attention, compound. Attention, compound.
(INDISTINCT, OVERLAPPING VOICES ON P.A.)
...compound, exercise period is now over.
...general lockdown, B Block.
Next time you get out, stay out.
- I will. - Ya fuckin' alco.
Ya fuckin' lezzo.
Bugger off.
(DOOR BEEPS AND UNLOCKS)
I fuckin' love ya.
I..-
(WHISPERS) I'm goin'.
So you made it.
It looks like it.
Why do I feel like crying?
(LAUGHS) It's 'cause you want me.
(BOTH LAUGH)
- You look after my girls. - Always.
Don't fuck up. Off you go.
PRISONER: Yeah, see ya, mate.
(WOMEN CALL OUT FAREWELLS)
Fuck this place!
(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)
BEA: Franky!
(HORN HONKS)
SONG: ♪ I was drunk again
♪ Causing accidents
♪ Oh, you're not a friend
♪ No, you're nothing
♪ I think I should be A little more confident... ♪
(WOLF WHISTLE)
(GATE BUZZES, PRISONERS WHOOP)
(PRISONERS YELL)
♪ Take me
♪ Take me home
♪ Home
♪ Take me
♪ Take me home
♪ Home
♪ Take me
♪ Take me home
♪ Home... ♪