Extracted By Mohamed Ahmed Samy
Allie's here!
- You'll be back on your feet in no time. - Yeah.
My spinal nerves are damaged, this is it.
- What did you do with the money? - I kept it.
Fuck Lou Kelly.
Use it to fight your extradition.
Are you with Dad?
I'm not sure how long he's got.
I need you more than I need the rest of the world.
This just works, it always has. Always will.
Your letters really turned me on.
I run an exclusive website called Slammer.
It's devoted to adult content for prison fantasists.
I'm Joan Ferguson.
Sorry, you've been lying to me for weeks?
If you don't help me to control myself,
something terrible will happen.
This must be completely off the record.
This cult that you and Lou were in, how did everyone die?
Poison.
It wasn't your doctor who poisoned those people.
Yeah, and how do you know that?
I caught Lou doing the same thing here.
So, the way I see it, you only have one choice,
whether you take your own life or hers.
I just want to let everybody know
that I'm gonna be stepping down as top dog.
I nominate Boomer to fill in.
(SCREAMING)
No, no, no, no!
(SIREN BLARES)
(CONTINUES BLARING)
Winter, Ferguson, what's going on?
- There's something, with Reb. - Where's Kelly?
- No! No! - Kelly?
(MUFFLED CRIES)
- Shit. - Just don't you come in here!
Sierra 6, this is 205, order a lockdown.
We've got a code black in H6.
- (SOBBING) - Kelly, open this door.
- Don't make me come in there. - No, no, no, fuck off!
Don't make me come in there.
No! You can't take him away from me! Fuck off!
Fucking open that door,
- I will stick this shiv in you, I swear to God! - No-one...
It's OK, OK.
No-one's coming in there.
- Kelly? - What the fuck's going on?
Oh, Jesus. Ready?
No! No!
Get out!
No! (LOU SCREAMS)
Let's go, get her out.
(LOU SOBS)
Come on.
No, please! Reb!
Reb!
Stay back, Winter.
Hey, I got to get back to Reb, I can't...
You can't keep me in here.
I need you to consent to a blood test.
You think I did this? Fuck.
Fuck you, arsehole.
OK.
Tell me how it happened.
I don't know, we were in his cell.
We went to sleep.
Then I woke up, and...
... he had this thing around his neck and he was cold.
Someone came into the cell,
strangled Reb while you were asleep?
(WHISPERS) I don't fucking know.
It's in your interest to have a blood test,
you might need it for your defence.
(DOOR CLOSES)
One of Lou's violent outbursts obviously got the better of her.
Again.
Poor Reb.
I know Lou's psycho, but,
I thought she really loved Reb, eh?
It's called domestic violence.
It had to be pre-meditated, given the weapon,
and Reb would have put up a fight.
Kelly's still denying it.
- Maybe it was Ferguson, she had access. - For what reason?
Lou Kelly killed her goldfish.
She is a psychopath.
- She would retaliate in an exaggerated way. - She's got an alibi.
She and Marie were in the yard at the time, it's on CCTV.
(DOOR BUZZES)
Forensic have finished, you can go back to your unit after dinner.
- Where's Lou? - She's spending the night in medical.
What the fuck?! It was supposed to be Lou.
Yes.
But then I had a revelation.
She has taken away the most important person in my life
and now she knows what it feels like.
Do you have any idea what you have done?!
I loved that boy, I was trying to protect him.
Have you got a fucking death wish?
Lou's gonna tear you apart when she finds out it was you.
But you got me the sedatives.
We're in this together.
(WOMAN SOBBING)
(SOBBING CONTINUES)
Something wrong?
I'm just, I'm not sure that I want to...
open myself up to this again.
To what?
Emotions.
Has something happened to trigger this?
Marie was crying in her cell last night and I could hear it.
I wanted to, um...
... to help.
What's encouraging is I
think that you're starting to experience empathy.
The medication will certainly help to foster those seeds.
At least, that's what I'm hoping.
I thought that if I regained my memory,
the feeling of isolation would go away...
... but it's only made it worse.
It's like, I feel like I'm being held hostage.
The urges, the things that I remember, you know...
I miss being just Kath.
It was quieter...
... in here.
A happy medium would be a balance of the two.
If I'm prepared to take the negatives with the positives.
Isn't it worth it to become a whole human again?
- What's in it for you? - (HE SCOFFS)
Well, I have staked my professional reputation on you having amnesia.
You're such an ambitious little man, aren't you?
These sessions are about you, not me.
You want to make your name by curing a psychopath.
- That's it, isn't it? - Hasn't there ever been anyone
that you've had the desire to connect with on a human level?
(DOOR BEEPS AND OPENS)
How we feeling this morning?
You can return to your unit.
They're releasing you.
- The investigation's not over. - Where's Reb?
His body's been taken to the coroner for autopsy.
So, you didn't even give me a chance to say goodbye?
I'm sorry, Lou.
(HE SIGHS)
Was it you, huh?
- Were you behind it? - Are you fucking insane?
Jesus Christ, Lou, she's in a wheelchair!
If you had anything to do with this, I swear to fuck!
If I'd wanted revenge I would have taken it out on you,
- not Reb. - Lou!
What are you doing about it, Top Dog?
Walk away, Kelly, or it's the slot, your choice.
Go, move.
The garrotte was a nice choice.
Don't believe everything Marie tells you.
Come on, Allie would never hurt Reb, all right?
- She had nothing to do with it. - She fucking did.
Who else, huh?
You think it was me, huh?
Like everyone else in this stinking shithole!
I don't think it was her.
While we can't prevent the extradition proceedings from going ahead,
we can do everything within our power to delay them.
Delay them, how?
Well, there are a range of grounds,
physical or mental illness, illness of a partner,
but in your case that probably doesn't apply.
Are you saying that if my partner had an illness... ?
It'd have to be something reasonably serious and long term.
Let's say it is, how would that work?
Provided the grounds are met,
an application for a stay of proceedings
must be considered by the court.
And you and I both know how slowly those wheels turn.
It could buy you another...
three, six months.
Alex, you're a genius.
I'm loving all of it,
the saucy description of the scrag fights,
the lesbian action.
- We've doubled my subscriber base. - Wow.
- Yeah. - Yeah, these fucking chicks, eh?
They go off like frogs in socks, eh?
- Your subscribers should see 'em. - I wish they could.
They'd go ape for that shit.
Still, beggars can't be choosers.
Ah.
Well, I... Ah, nah.
What?
- Oh. - No, no, what?
If you could, like, get me one of those mini cameras...
I could probably video the whole thing for ya.
You know, I could get ya the full lezzo Monte Carlo.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
How would I smuggle a camera in? I'd get caught.
Not if we have a conjugal visit.
'Cos then we'd have, like, privacy for...
... for the handover.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
They could organise that?
Well, I'd have to fill out an application form,
you know, to prove that we're, like, real partners.
Which I can do.
I've still got all your letters.
- So... - Oh!
Thank you.
Pleasure!
(MUFFLED CONVERSATION)
- No, no, no, on Friday. - On Friday.
Do you mind if we switch shifts?
Yeah, that's all right. I'll do Friday.
That'd be great, 'cos I've got...
Hey, Mr Stewart.
Sorry.
How's it going?
- Good. - Oh, good.
Hey, how's little Gracie?
I don't suppose you've got any photos or anything, have ya?
- Well, actually... - Oh.
Oh, God, she's gorgeous!
- Thank you. - Cheers.
Oh, no! Oh, sorry, I've got to ask a favour.
I've got to apply for a conjugial visit with me partner.
- What partner? - I've got all the proof
- so you just need to sign off on it. - Jenkins.
No, look, just have a look at these before you go
doubting me legitacy, OK?
- Far out. - Yeah, told ya.
Yeah. Nice try.
Conjugals are for long-term couples who were in a relationship
- before they made it to prison. - Can't you just...
Can't you make an exception, like, on passionate grounds?
I'm sorry, Jenkins.
- Huh! No, don't. Wait, wait. - Oi!
I think I've just got to remind you of something.
I helped bring your baby safely into this world
in the middle of a shitstorm,
so the least you can do for me in return is help me get a root.
Ah.
Oh, fuck! Ah!
Are you OK?
Yeah, no, no. I'm fine, I'm fine.
- I'll get some help. - No. No.
Just, could you...
... could you please flush the toilet?
Yeah.
(TOILET FLUSHES)
You all good?
Mm-hm.
Hey, I need to tell you something.
I'm responsible for you being in this situation...
... because I stole that money, so...
... so, I'm here for you, 24/7.
I'll help in any way I can.
Don't tell the others about this.
Sure.
You've been so brave.
It can't be easy.
I know you put on a front.
I can't let Ruby fuck up her parole, so...
You don't have to pretend with me.
It fucking sucks.
I know I'm lucky to be alive, but...
sometimes I wonder if I...
wouldn't be better off...
You should sue the corrections department.
- For what? - Permanent disability.
You'll be out of here one day,
but you're in that chair for life, right?
Yeah, but I mean it wasn't the prison's fault.
Lou Kelly should have been in a protection unit.
And a chunk of cash from damages
will ensure your quality of life after prison.
Hey.
I'm going to help you put together a case, OK?
OK.
No!
Fuck you, cunts!
Fucking... ! Fuck you, cunts! (BANGING)
Fuck you, fucking... (BANGING CONTINUES)
- Settle down. - I just want to be near...
(MUFFLED SHOUTING)
They didn't let me say goodbye!
Shit. If the screws hear you
they're gonna come and drag you to the psych unit, OK?
(SOBBING)
Come on.
- Come on. - I'm gonna kill Novak,
I'm gonna fucking kill her. I'm gonna kill her whole crew.
- No, you don't want to do that. - I do!
- I do. I will, I swear to God. - No.
- It won't change anything. - I don't care.
Hey, I've been there, I know what it's like.
Fuck you know!
How could you know?
Because of my son.
I know that pain,
I have lived with that every day that I have been in here.
I don't know how to do that, I don't...
How do you do that? I can't.
Heroin.
Revenge, but at the end of the day,
you can't escape because it's in you.
Right? It's in here.
It's a part of you now.
(SOBBING) No.
No!
He didn't even get to die in the right body.
I'm so sorry.
No!
Ruby says I've got to say what I need to in here...
... before it's too late.
I'm sorry for abandoning the family.
At the time I thought running away was the best thing...
... to do to protect you and Ruby.
But it was wrong to run.
Mum forgave me.
We made our peace.
Ruby...
told me what you did you protect her.
Oh, Dad.
You keep looking after her.
I will.
Always.
And you...
... you make sure when she gets out of that place...
... she gets out in one piece.
I promise, Dad.
You're a good girl, Rita.
You're a good girl.
Sorry, Dad.
- You've got one hour. - Right.
He seems very nervous.
Just excited.
- If this comes back to bite me on the arse... - It won't, Mr Stewart, I promise.
(BEEPING)
Hi, sweetie.
Hey, how'd you go?
Lucky I didn't get caught.
- Is it washed? - Course it's been washed.
OK.
This better be worth it.
Oh, mate.
Mate, I'm the one who's taking all the risk here.
You know, if I get sprung they will chuck me in the slot
and I won't get to talk to no-one, I won't even see the fucking sky
- for, like, a whole month. - I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to sound ungrateful.
Are you sorry?
Yes.
'Cos there is something that I want,
like, in return for all the effort that I'm about to go to for you.
OK, what can I get you?
Chocolates?
- Monte Carlos? - Spoof.
Your spoof.
Oh. No, no, no, no, no. I am not going to fuck you.
I'm not going to fuck you neither but I want a baby.
Hang on!
I'm not going to pay for the upkeep of your baby.
- Jesus! - There'd be no strings attached, don't worry.
I'm sorry, that was not part of the deal.
- No? - Absolutely no.
- No? - No.
No spoof.
No video.
Finish up in there, you've got five minutes.
Oh, shit. Yeah, Roger that.
Can you hurry it up?
I'm trying my best, all right?
- Look, this situation is not conducive. - Do you need a hand?
No!
Yeah, no, you really are going to have to hurry it up,
otherwise she'll come in here and hit you with the ass baton.
Oh!
Fuck! Oh!
Oh, fuck.
- Done. - Yes!
Ooh.
Oi!
Chop, chop! Got to get these swimmers up me snatch ASAP!
Got the syringe.
- Sure that's enough, Boomer?! - Yeah,
took him long enough, but, eh?
- Here. - Ooh, no, I'm not touching that thing.
Can you hold it while I get in position?
Seriously, this wasn't a part of the deal.
Oh, my God, toughen up, girl,
you might want to do it for yourself one day, eh?
Here, quick.
- Oh, that's not gonna work. - What? Why?
That position. It only works if you have swollen ankles.
I have done this before, you know.
Yeah, and that worked for you, did it?
Oh, what, and you're an expert now, are you?
All I'm saying is you need to lift your hips
so that the swimmers get there.
- Try a hip bridge. - A what?
A hip bridge. Come on. Put your feet down on the bed.
Bend you knees, keep them bent, yeah, that's it.
Now lift your hip.
Lift it up.
- That's it, good. - Oh!
Jesus, I'm not gonna be able to hold this for 20 fucking minutes.
- What you been doing with your glutes, girl? - Not a lot!
All right, here, hold this.
All right, I'm going to help you, I'm going to come underneath.
Hurry up! Oh, OK.
- Yeah. - You ready?
- Yeah, you ready? - Uh-huh.
- OK, don't look. - I don't want to look.
Uh.
Up.
Oh, we go.
- (SQUELCHING) - We have lift off.
_
I'm offering you a transfer to another unit.
I understand H6 probably
isn't the most comfortable place for you right now.
No, I want to stay. Feel closer to Reb there.
Why the change of heart?
Toxicology results came back.
You both had sedatives in your system at the time of the murder.
There were drugs?
That's why I didn't wake up.
It does seem to count you out as far as the police are concerned.
Who drugged us?
Well, that's what I need you to tell me.
Think back to what you ate or drunk prior.
I'll catch up with youse later.
Ow, what the fuck?!
What was Ruby buying?
I don't know. Ow!
- Is that making it any clearer? - Just a syringe! Just a syringe!
- Nah, you're lying. - Oh!
Oh, fuck.
- You sold her Valium, didn't you? - Come on.
Oh! No!
- Tell me. - Maybe it wasn't Ruby!
Who, then?
I took that off Kath,
because I thought she was going to use it on herself.
Lou...
What the fuck are you doing?
You fucking snake, you did it, you killed Reb.
What?! No, it...
It wasn't me!
You made the rope out of your own fucking bed sheet.
- Someone must have planted that. - This is you! This is you!
- It was Sheila. - No.
- Sheila killed Reb. - Why the fuck would Sheila kill Reb?
Because you fucking killed those people at True Path.
Yeah, that's true, isn't it?
You poisoned them.
How would Sheila know that?
Did you tell her?
Why the fuck would you tell her that?
Oh, fuck.
- What the fuck have you done? - I've done nothing!
I loved him like he was my own son.
This is your fault, this is your fault.
Crock of bullshit, you started this
when you poisoned Mendel.
- Oh, no, no, no. - Yeah, yeah, yeah, you made this happen.
- Fuck. - Reb's death's on you.
Argh! Argh!
You...
(CHOKING)
Sheila's fucking dead.
Oh, fuck!
- Did you leave that note? - Yes.
- I apologise for the cloak and dagger. - What do you want?
Simply to tell you that it was Sheila Bausch who killed Reb Keane.
Why are you telling me this?
I want to help with the investigation.
Why on earth...
would I believe anything you tell me?
Because it's the truth.
I think you did it.
And I think you're trying to throw me off the scent
by pointing the finger at someone else.
- Why would I kill Reb? - Oh, let me think.
Same reason you tried to destroy my life by using Jake.
Jake.
It's obviously a load of rubbish.
There was a cult connection between Reb and Sheila.
Look, it's worth passing on to the police.
Why would she lag if not out of self interest?
Well, that depends on who lagged.
Ferguson or Kath Maxwell.
Oh, come on!
You can't seriously be coming around to this amnesia horseshit?
She hasn't done anything psychopathic
since she arrived months ago.
- It doesn't mean she won't. - The longer she doesn't,
the more I'm inclined to think she could be genuine.
Oh!
(LABOURED BREATHING)
(DISTANT THUMP)
(PHONE RINGS)
- I'm here. - Ah, Ru, it's close now.
- Ru? - I'm right here.
ON PHONE: I'm here, Dad. I love you.
I'm gonna see you off.
(LABOURED BREATHING)
(BREATHING STOPS)
(SOBBING)
He's gone, Ru.
No.
(SINGING)
(THEY SING)
(SINGING CONTINUES)
(SHE SINGS)
(ENGINES APPROACH)
(CAR DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)
Have you got no respect?
My brother's just passed.
I'm sorry for your loss, ma'am, but we know Rita's here.
(POLICE RADIO PLAYS)
Thank you. Thank you so much for looking after Dad.
I love you.
Rita Connors, you're under arrest...
I know you killed Reb.
And you murdered Mendel.
- An eye for an eye. - He was a fucking monster.
No.
- No, he was my saviour. - From what?
No, go on, say it, Sheila, go on.
From your perverse lesbianism?
- You are fucking sick. - If I am it's your fault.
Without him it's been impossible to resist.
Hey, I just checked the CCTV footage
from the afternoon of Reb's murder.
Sheila was mopping the corridor outside H6
before the camera was moved.
This is the governor. Bring Sheila Bausch to my office ASAP.
I'm gonna give you a choice.
You can drink this, or I can cut your throat.
What is that?
Strychnine.
It'd probably do the job but, hey, it's not an exact science,
you could survive it.
Mendel didn't.
So, what'll it be?
I don't suppose there's any point in telling you I'm sorry?
Because I'm not.
Sierra 7 to Sierra 12, you got your eyes on Bausch?
Section 2, clear.
(CHOKING)
(BANGING AND GASPING)
Finish...
Finish it.
(CHOKING)
Please!
- What the fuck did you do? - Nothing.
She drank strychnine.
- What? - Begging you, please finish it!
You chose this.
Shit!
Sheila.
I don't know what to do.
We got to do something, Lou!
I can't watch her do this.
(GROANING)
I can't bear this, I've got to fucking do something!
For fuck's sake!
Sorry. I'm sorry, Sheila.
Help me.
- Help me! - (SHEILA GROANING)
In there.
(HE SIGHS)
Jesus.
(ALARM BLARES) Attention, compound,
this is a code black.
All women are to return to their units immediately.
Man. What's going on now?
- Right in the middle of dinner. - Timing's shit.
Code black.
Everyone stay where you are, we'll do the count here.
- Where's Sheila? - I haven't seen her since before work unit.
Miss Miles, I think we're all here except for Sheila.
So, where the fuck is she?
- How should I know? - Sit down!
Maybe she's in the slot.
She's not in the fucking slot.
Sheila's dead!
What?
I killed the fucking bitch
- 'cos she murdered Reb. - Sit down, Kelly!
What the fuck?
You are so fucking useless.
You did nothing.
You did nothing!
None of you did fucking anything
so I am declaring myself Top Dog!
(SHOUTING)
Fuck you!
Sit the fuck down. Sit down.
(SHOUTING)
Sit the fuck down!
Extracted By Mohamed Ahmed Samy