REPORTER: Bea Smith was today sentenced
for the murder of Brayden Holt.
Absent, of course, was crime patriarch Vinnie Holt,
who collapsed and died after the funeral of his son.
Avenging mother and convicted murderer Bea Smith
faced the Supreme Court today for sentencing.
She remained unrepentant to the end.
JUDGE: Do you have anything to say before I pass sentence?
BEA: Brayden Holt took my daughter's life.
So I took his. And I'd do it all again.
Smith's story has generated massive public sympathy.
She took on and destroyed
one of Melbourne's most feared crime families
in revenge for the death of her daughter, Debbie.
Justice Nichols remained unmoved,
sentencing Smith to life without parole.
She will spend the rest of her days behind bars.
(ONLOOKERS CALL OUT INDISTINCTLY)
We believe in you!
Do you have anything to say, Bea?
Governor Ferguson - for the last four months,
she's taken away all of the inmates' privileges.
She's been punishing the women for what I've done
and it's gotta stop!
You're our hero, Bea! You're our hero!
REPORTER: The chairman of the board
of Correctional Services Victoria
maintains that Governor Ferguson has their full support.
Have you read this report?
I compiled it, Mr Chairman.
"Prisoner organised a distraction
"to steal a security card.
"Prisoner accessed mail room with stolen card
"in order to steal a box cutter.
"Prisoner slashed own wrists in order to avoid cuffing.
"Prisoner escaped from hospital
"while undergoing treatment for injuries."
And all of this on your watch.
I believe the hospital is actually
outside my sphere of influence.
It was one of your officers who was meant to be on guard.
Do I need to go on?
Since Smith's escape, I have instituted punitive measures.
CHAIRMAN: Too late!
You've lost control of your prison.
If it wasn't for your loyal supporter Mr Channing here,
you wouldn't have a job.
Now, you are on notice, Governor.
One more stuff-up and you'll be stripped of your appointment.
Do I make myself clear?
REPORTER: However, with the groundswell of support
in and out of the prison for Bea Smith,
the question remains...
Governor?
...how will Governor Ferguson keep control?
She's back.
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. ♪
CE-'day, Di.
What's she doing in here?
Clothes.
- Like to watch, do you? - Now, Smith.
(KICKS SHOES OFF)
That's the last time you'll be wearing those clothes.
Might as well donate them to someone who can use them.
Underwear.
- Getting off yet? - VERA: Ears.
Whatever little acts of defiance you care to try,
I'd think very carefully
before you do anything without my permission.
When are you going to reinstate the privileges?
VERA: Arms.
Taking it out on everyone isn't fair.
Before you get completely carried away playing Jesus,
just spare a thought for Liz Birdsworth.
She's rotting away in Protection because of you.
- Think that's fair? - Feet
You step out of line, there will be consequences.
You are the property of Wentworth,
and this is my prison.
Bend over.
WOMAN: Give us a look. Give us a look.
Oh, that is lovely, that is.
- Oh, look. - See, that's the head there.
- Hey, is he sucking his thumb? - Yeah!
Look, I don't know if it's a boy or a girl, though.
I don't wanna know.
Oh, no, it's good to have a surprise.
How are you feeling?
Yeah, I'm good, actually. I'm nervous.
- You are gonna be fine. - (CHUCKLES)
I'm supposed to nominate an alternate carer for the baby.
I wish you were still in General.
Me too, love.
Have you heard how Bea went today?
Nuh, no idea. No telly, no radio.
It's been months!
Everyone's that pissed off with Ferguson.
Look, I reckon it's gonna get ugly.
It's probably a good thing you're in here.
Yeah, yeah, 'cause in here I've just got
the weirdos and kiddie killers,
and out there, people want to kill me.
Look, at least you're safe, hey?
Mmm.
How's Franky?
(LAUGHS)
You enjoying your perve?
Why don't you take a picture, mate? It lasts longer.
Creep.
(GRUNTS)
- Check out the delivery. - Yeah, cool.
Uh, what have we got?
Pumpkin, chickens,
cauliflower and, what are they, carrots?
- Yep, carrots. - Chickens.
- Yeah, chickens, yep.
A bunch of 'em.
Why?
What are you doing?
- Don't... - Let's go fishing.
- What the fuck? - Stick it in there.
- Just go with me. - BOOMER: Right up there.
- It's disgusting. - Can you feel anything?
Um, yeah, but...
- (LAUGHS) - Oh, settle down!
I don't know. Just the giblets and shit. Why?
- Grab 'em. - (LAUGHS)
What the fuck!
- (BOOMER LAUGHS) - Fuck!
Franky!
You are a fucking deadset genius.
- No shit. - Fuck!
The screws will never think of looking in there.
Well, you know, not unless they're into
fist-fucking dead chooks.
- How was it for you? - Well, that's what I love about ya.
You introduce me to all these new experiences.
- Shut up. - Doyle!
Governor wants a word.
OK. Good.
Bit obvious, aren't ya?
- Where's your cape? - Ha.
She back? What'd she get?
Life without parole.
Shit.
No wonder you look stressed.
She'll have made plans. You know anything about them?
Nuh, nothin'.
We're not besties. It's not like she shares.
Well, you'll just have to make sure she does, hmm?
- We had a deal. - We still do.
- Really? - Mmm.
Because everything you've given me
is either information I already know
or would have undoubtedly found out or was just plain untrue.
And what about your end of the deal?
You said you'd get rid of my competitors.
- And I have. - Except for Queen Bea.
Or have you forgotten about that fat-arse elephant
that just walked back in the room?
Well, then it would help your cause
if you could give me something on her.
Yeah, and yours too.
So?
So...
if I hear anything, I'll let you know.
But I'd watch my back if I were you.
She seems to like this power thing.
Are you playing me, Doyle?
Maybe we're all playing each other.
- We finished? - Yes. Yes, we are.
I'm putting an end to our little agreement.
You're on your own, Franky.
(DOOR LOCK BEEPS AND CLICKS)
(INMATES CHATTER)
Franky did it...
(LOCK BUZZES AND CLICKS)
Oh, hello.
Bea. How'd it go?
- How's everything here? - It's all good. It's good.
Except the girls are still testy about their privileges.
Cindy Lou isn't happy.
Cindy Lou's never happy. What is it this time?
You say we get time in the kitchen.
But then as soon as you go to court, Franky pulled a knife.
Franky said, "Fuck off." Franky called Cindy Lou a skank.
(LAUGHS) Cindy Lou is a skank. Franky runs the kitchen.
If Cindy Lou wants to prepare her own food,
she has to do it outside regular mealtimes.
You know that's the deal.
But Franky told us to piss off.
OK, well, you tell Cindy Lou that I'll deal with Franky.
- Alright? - (SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
Come on.
- Or is it his tummy? - Oh, hey!
Do you wanna see my ultrasound?
Yeah.
- Ohh. - Isn't it gorgeous?
- (BOTH LAUGH) - Yeah.
I sent Nash a copy. He's gonna be so rapt.
Hey, do you want a cuppa?
Oh, no, no, I'm just gonna take a moment.
OK, let me know if you change your mind.
Thanks. Oh, hey.
Can you tell Franky I want to see her?
And just keep an eye on Cindy Lou and Tina, yeah?
- Make sure there's no trouble. - Of course.
- Hey, Bea. - Yeah?
How'd you go this morning?
I got off!
(DOOR CLOSES)
JESS: Oh, Doreen, I'm so excited.
DOREEN: I know! I'm so excited too.
FERGUSON: Bea Smith is a serious offender.
How we deal with her will be
highly scrutinised by the public,
and by a nervous government
intent on proving they are tough on crime.
If she shows the slightest signs of resistance
you will come down hard on her, understood?
ALL: Yes, Governor.
She is also highly manipulative
and the moment you feel sorry for her
is the moment you know she's using you.
Isn't that right, Mr Jackson?
Mr Jackson has just returned
from four months suspension courtesy of Bea Smith.
Welcome back, Mr Jackson.
Governor.
FERGUSON: One more thing.
The state government has instituted
a ban on smoking in all prisons,
to be phased in over the next 12 months.
We will not be phasing it in.
Wentworth starts today.
(MUTTERING)
Is there a problem?
The women are already on edge.
We've taken away their telly, restricted their visits.
- We take away their fags... - This is government policy.
Are you suggesting we ignore it?
Smith's actions have thrown a spotlight on everything you do.
You can tell that to the women
as you confiscate their cigarettes.
Yes, Governor. That'|| be all, everyone. Thank you.
(DOOR OPENS)
WILL: Look, she's asking for trouble, is all I'm saying.
Yeah, and it's ourjob to make sure there isn't any.
Ah, this is Bridget Westfall.
Will Jackson.
- G'day. - Nice to meet you.
Ms Westfall is a forensic psychologist.
She's joined the staff on a full-time basis
to run some anti-recidivism programs with the women.
Well, there's one you won't have to worry about.
Bea Smith, life, no parole.
- When did this happen? - Uh, this morning.
We've just returned from the Governor's briefing.
Uh, Governor, may I have a word, please?
How can I help you, Ms Westnall?
Westfa I I.
Apparently there was a staff briefing this morning.
Why was I excluded?
You are not my staff. You were a board appointment.
Technically, yes.
But if I'm to function as part of the team, I really feel...
Fine, as you wish. I'll include you in future. Anything else?
I should meet with Smith today, if that's alright with you.
I wasn't aware she'd requested to see a psych.
It is usual procedure after a tough sentencing.
I determine procedure here, Ms Westfall.
Of course. But I think you might be overlooking something.
What would that be?
The board gave me pretty clear KPIs
on the prisoners' mental health.
I hope you don't intend to obstruct that brief.
You can't have it both ways, Ms Westfall.
If you wish to be a member of my team, you'll be reporting to me.
Certainly.
So may I proceed?
Be very cautious with Smith.
She is a manipulator.
Oh, don't worry, Governor. It's at the forefront of my mind.
I'm trained to deal with all types,
even those who appear to have their shit together.
No, I don't wanna see your fuckin' ultrasound.
Where's Red?
(DOOR OPENS)
- FRANKY: You want a word? - Yeah.
Have a seat.
- Everything good in the kitchen? - All good.
- Yeah? - Yeah!
Had a totally hilarious tea towel fight with Booms.
Gave her an epic bruise.
It still actually fuckin' hurts, that thing.
- Oh, suck it up, princess. - It does!
Yeah, but Cindy Lou, though, she's not very happy, is she?
Well, tell her she can come back.
I promise not to use the boning knife on her.
- Great. Thanks. - (LAUGHS)
No problem.
- Anything else? - Nuh.
Oh, yeah, are you still one short on the roster?
Since Kimmy got paroled, yeah.
OK, well, maybe you can give Maxine that detail.
- Nuh. We're all good, aren't we? - Yeah, we're so fuckin' good.
Oh, no, it's no hassle. I'm sure she'd love to help out.
- (MOUTHS SILENTLY) No! - Sure.
- Good. And Franky? - Mmm?
It'd be a real problem for me
if the drugs coming in here are traced back to you.
- And why would they? - I'm just sayin'.
Mr Jackson. You're back.
Smith, you're wanted.
Thanks.
Hey, Mr Jackson.
So, how you been, Mr Jackson?
Didn't think they'd ever let you escort me anywhere ever again.
- (KNOCKS ON DOOR) - BRIDGET: Come in.
I didn't ask to see a psych.
Well, you should. You bloody need it.
I'm Bridget Westfall, forensic psychologist.
Yeah, I know who you are.
I asked to see you in the wake of today's sentencing.
How you feeling?
How do you think I'm feeling?
Well, I'd like to hear that from you. Take a seat.
You can say whatever you like. Nothing goes out of this room.
I know you're probably still processing everything.
You know for the last four months
this prison hasn't had TV, radio.
They're bringing the cheapest food into the kitchen.
And their education unit time's been halved.
The Governor, she's doing this - she's punishing everyone in here
because of what I did, and it's time she stopped it.
You know, the Governor's under her own pressures.
What pressures? What pressures?
I'm not here to talk about the Governor.
Is that why these measures are still in place -
she needs to be seen to be doing something by the board?
Is that it? Is it?
- We're here to talk about you. - (SCOFFS)
Is this session compulsory?
No, it's not.
Don't get me wrong. I'm really glad you're here. I am.
There's plenty of women out there that need your help.
I'm just not one of them.
That might be true, but you've been through
a hell of a lot lately.
You may need some coping strategies
and it's my job to help you with that.
It was good to meet you, Ms Westfall.
(KNOCKS ON DOOR)
WOMAN: No Way! This is bullshit!
No way. Not me durries!
Hey, hey, she's gonna take away me smokes.
- Hey, what's going on? - Stay out of it, Smith.
Half an hour to smoke your last, then you hand in what's left.
- Have I missed something? - They've banned smoking.
BOOMER: I gotta go to work soon, don't I?
Then you've got five minutes. You can thank this one for that.
MAN OVER P.A.: Attention, compound.
Work details are to commence in five minutes.
- You sure about this? - Not really.
You know what Ferguson said to you.
You need to be careful.
Yeah, too late to worry about being careful.
- We all good? - Yeah, all loaded up.
Work detail's starting. Get back to your jobs.
Alright, ladies. Light up.
Oh, thanks.
I said, get back to work.
Oh sorry, Ms Bennett, but we've been ordered
to hand in all our smokes.
- You don't smoke, Smith. - Mmm. I'm a social smoker.
- (LAUGHTER) - (COUGHS)
If you spring this on us without any warning,
then work stops until the girls have finished all their smokes.
Return to work now. You've been warned, Smith.
I've just been given life without parole, Governor.
What more can you do to me?
INMATES: Oooh!
Did you see the look on Ferguson's face?
Yeah! Thought she was gonna spit up a fur ball.
Liz.
Keep moving.
Hey, what's going on?
They're putting me back into General.
- You... you can't do that. - Out of the way, Smith.
You know what they'll do to her.
I told you. Out of the way.
No! No, they'll tear her apart.
- You can't do this! - Insubordination. Slot her.
What! You can't! No, you can't do that!
Hey, Ferguson! Ferguson, you freak!
Maxine!
Stay with her. Stay with her!
What the fuck!
Hey, Lucy. You're in H Block, eh?
That's your cell there.
You know where the duress button is if you need it.
Yeah, Miss Bennett.
FERGUSON: Conway, what are you doing here?
MAXINE: I live here, Governor.
FERGUSON: I believe you're required in medical.
- MAXINE: I've already... - Drug test.
It's alright, love. I'll be OK.
Now, Conway.
Bea said no-one touches her.
(TENSE MUSIC)
I'm sorry about the seven years.
I had to do it.
And I have to do this.
(SIREN WHOOPS)
MAN OVER P.A.: Attention, compound, this is a Code Black.
All prisoners return to their units.
Medical assistance required in H4.
I repeat, this is a Code Black.
(SCREAMS INAUDIBLY)
WOMAN: That's it, nice big step. That's it.
A little bit bigger with this leg.
Nice, big step.
That's it. Bring your weight across.
And we're gonna slowly turn around.
So, how are you?
(SPEAKS HALTINGLY) Pretty good.
Since last week.
How are you?
Good. Busy. You know how it is.
This is for you.
That's an application for the Disability Support Pension.
You're going to need some kind of income
when you get discharged from here.
Don't know...
Well, I'll help you fill it out.
So... your name.
I know that one.
Uh, address?
I want to see Will.
Could you tell him?
Sure that's what you want?
I'll talk to him.
Thank you.
How's Liz doing?
How is she?
What happened to Liz?
She's in medical, but she'll survive.
What sort of human being
puts another person at risk just to prove a point?
You don't run this prison, Smith.
I do.
Bon appétit.
(DOOR CLOSES)
- Done. - Not quite.
Where've you been?
Looking for a clean pair of socks.
Got blood on me other ones.
- Hey. - What?
You shouldn't have done that to Liz.
She's a lagger.
It was against what Bea wanted.
- (LAUGHS) - Do you know how she is?
Who cares?
(DOOR OPENS)
Where you been, Smiles? Governor must be starving by now.
Ms Miles, can I take those for you?
Thank you.
Tell the Governor, "Enjoy."
- Too fuckin' easy. - (LAUGHS)
Girls. Girls.
(QUIETLY) Need to muster up.
(CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)
(TENSE MUSIC)
(INMATES CHATTER INDISTINCTLY)
Do me a favour, love. (WHISPERS INDISTINCTLY)
Turn around.
Build it as high as we can.
MAN: Oi!
- Oi! - All the way.
What's the story, Conway?
Jess. There's no story, Mr Bakula.
I need backup over here.
Oh, there's no need, Mr Bakula, really.
Alright, everyone step back.
Step back now!
Maybe you'd like to back off.
I said back right off!
I said back off!
Billy!
- Get the gate. - Yeah, on your way.
- Sierra 5. - On your way!
I really didn't want to raise my voice.
(ALL CHEER)
Keep going, girls.
Yeah, it's not... not too bad.
NURSE: No, not at all. No.
Oh, shit! Liz!
- Oh, Dor. - Liz!
The women have lost it. You need to lock the door, OK?
LIZ: Jesus.
- Oh, you alright? - Yeah, I'm OK.
- What's going on? - Don't worry, OK?
- You'll be fine. - Dor, what's going on?
- Are they after Liz? - What's going on, Dor?
I was ambushed, Mr Channing.
- I did the best I could. - Well, it wasn't enough.
Have you seen the chairman since the meeting?
Mm-hm. He hasn't changed his mind.
Then I would try harder.
Because I'm beginning to wonder whether it's even worth having
an ally on the board if he fails to deliver any benefits.
They think you might have become a liability.
I won't concede. Tell them that.
It's not looking good.
Well, then it's not looking so good for you, either.
If they move on me, I'd be more than happy to fill them in on
that little staffing issue at your brothels.
- I'm sure it won't come to that. - Good.
(WOMEN WHOOP)
Wait here. Give me a minute.
- Oh, stay close. - Hi, Mr Jackson!
- Hey! Long time no see. - OK, Maxine.
- Wanna tell me what's going on? - Felt like a barbie, didn't we?
- Beautiful day. - Come on, Max.
- What's the problem? - No problem, Mr Jackson.
Well, there's gotta be something you want to talk about.
You come any closer and someone's gonna get hurt.
- Hmm? - OK. Yep.
- I mean it. - Alright.
Tell 'em to get out of here. Now!
Back off. Back off now.
- Take it easy, Max. - You take it easy.
- OK, OK. - Fuck off. All of you.
(INMATES LAUGH)
That's right.
Keep going. This is ours.
(INMATES CHEER)
Sierra 4 calling Sierra 2.
This is the Governor.
Um, I'm in the exercise yard, Governor. We have a situation.
(SIREN WHOOPS)
(GUARDS SPEAK INDISTINCTLY)
MAN OVER P.A.: All available officers
to report to the exercise yard immediately.
I repeat, all available officers
to report to exercise yard immediately.
All available officers to report...
OK, against the wall. Against the wall.
All prisoners, return to their unit.
Sierra 4, this is the Governor.
WILL: Sierra 2, receiving.
Shut that alarm off.
- Report, please. - (ALARM FALLS SILENT)
WILL: Fire's restricted to the middle of the yard.
Some prisoners are armed. No injuries at this stage.
We've retreated so as not to escalate the situation.
It appears containable at this stage, Governor.
- What do they want? - They won't say, Governor.
Hold, guys, hold.
Are you able to identify who's involved?
It appears to be H Block, Governor.
Maxine Conway is the ringleader.
- Sierra 3, this is the Governor. - VERA: Sierra 3 receiving.
What's the status on the lockdown?
All units are secure, except H Block.
- Who's left in H block? - No-one.
You need to call backup.
If these women want to burn
all their personal possessions then let them.
- Joan“. - There is no violence.
No-one is injured. I'm not calling in SESG.
You'll have to. The board will find out anyway.
Then I will know who told them.
What's going on?
Get back to your units.
Assistance! Assistance!
(SCREAMS)
Help! Help! Help!
Assistance! Help!
Help! Help!
No! No! No!
Help!
(SCREAMS) Help!
Someone's out there.
VERA: This is a really stupid thing you're doing!
(WHISPERS) They've got a guard. I think it's Ms Bennett.
- Is she alright? - VERA: The prison's in lockdown.
The Governor will call in SESG.
What the hell are they up to?
(WHISPERS) Put it down.
VERA: What are you trying to achieve, anyway?
Whatever you're trying to do, it's gonna end badly.
If you let me go now, I will vouch...
PRISONER: Shut up!
VERA: Where are we going?
MAN OVER RADIO: Uh, Sierra 3, please notify...
Oi! Where do you think you're going?
Got a food delivery to bring in.
It'll have to wait. We're in lockdown.
Come on, Smiles.
Back off, Doyle. I'm not in the mood.
Look, it's sitting there in the sally port.
- Meat's gonna go off... - I don't care.
The place is in lockdown. No-one goes anywhere.
- There's money in it for ya. - I still don't care.
If you're so worried about this delivery of yours,
maybe you should have told your mates
not to start burning stuff in the yard.
WOMAN OVER RADIO: Sierra 6, report to surveillance room.
Roger that.
Keep an eye on this one, will ya?
What are you gonna do?
- Fuck, Franks. - I know, alright! Shut up.
What happened?
Queen Bea, that's what fuckin' happened.
FERGUSON: Still no demands?
WILL: No, Governor.
Maintain your presence there. They'll get bored eventually.
- When they do, you can move in. - Copy that.
You're taking a hell of a risk.
I know it's contained, but if someone gets injured
and you haven't called for backup...
Kitchen's secured, Governor,
but there are still prisoners missing from H Block.
Joan, listen, you need to call for backup.
- I will talk to the board... - What's happened to this feed?
Where is this? They're spraying the cameras.
H Block corridor, lower level stairway, admissions corridor.
This fire is a diversion. They're after something else.
PRISONER OVER RADIO: Ferguson.
Ferguson, ya fuckin' freak. Answer me.
This is the Governor.
We're outside the Slot. Have a look.
Bring that up on the monitor.
What do you want?
We've got Vinegar Tits.
Open the door or we start fucking with her.
Zoom it up.
To whom am I speaking?
Don't try that shit with me.
FERGUSON: The management unit is in lockdown.
I'm not able to open that door.
You got a phone. Use it.
Tell the screws in there to open the fuckin' door,
then fuck off out of there now.
Alright.
I will need some time to speak with the officers inside.
You got two minutes.
Ms Miles, round up all available officers.
Send a group to the admissions corridor,
another one to the kitchen stairs.
Take the prisoners from two directions. And be ruthless.
- No-one gets away. - Yes, Governor.
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
You know you can put a stop to this now.
You know you don't have a chance. The SESG...
Now what are you going to tell the board?
That my officers had the situation under control
the entire time.
PRISONER: Ferguson.
The situation is about to be resolved.
A little more patience, please.
- PRISONER: Oh, really? - That is correct.
They've disabled the doors. The officers can't get to them.
PRISONER: Have a look at the monitor.
CHANNING: Jesus Christ.
PRISONER: Time's up, Freak.
Open the door or Vinegar Tits gets it.
No.
- No? - PRISONER: Last chance.
Open the fuckin' door or we will inject her.
What the hell are you doing?
I will not give in to these demands.
- You listen to me. - God's sake.
You will return to your units...
This is Derek Channing, General Manager of this facility.
Officers in the Isolation Unit, go to emergency channel.
MAN OVER RADIO: Yes, sir.
Open the gates, leave your keys and go.
Do not make any move that puts Ms Bennett's life at risk.
- Am I clear? - Yes, sir.
Joan?
(DOOR OPENS)
PRISONER: Bea?
- Here. - Bea!
I'm here!
-Bea.
- We've got ourselves a friend. - Lock her in here.
PRISONER: Come on. Come on!
I'm overruling you.
Make that call.
I think you're forgetting something, Mr Channing.
I won't be calling the SESG.
And neither will you.
WILL: Sierra 2, this is Sierra 4.
This is the Governor.
The women want to speak to you.
What do they want?
They want to speak to you.
(PRISONERS CHEER AND LAUGH)
What are you gonna do about it? (LAUGHS)
Here it comes! Yeah.
(ALL JEER)
Freak!
- Mr Jackson. - Governor.
(LOCK BUZZES)
- Come on, Bea! - Go, Bea!
(PRISONERS CHANT) Bea! Bea! Bea! Bea!
(PRISONERS FALL SILENT)
Well?
You haven't called in the squad.
You don't know I haven't.
And let the world know you've lost control of this place?
That was never gonna happen.
I can put a stop to this now.
Tell the women to back off, put down their weapons,
send them back to their units.
Or we can just stay here, hang out,
until you're forced to call the squad.
It's up to you.
What do you want?
No repercussions for anyone involved here today.
And anything that affects the women in the future,
you run it by me first.
You don't run this prison.
I do.
SONG: ♪ I'm breaking in, shaping up
♪ Then checking out on the prison bus
♪ This is it, the apocalypse
♪ Whoa
♪ I'm waking up
♪ I feel it in my bones
♪ Enough to make my system blow
♪ Welcome to the new age, to the new age
♪ Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh, I'm
♪ Radioactive, radioactive
♪ Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh, I'm
♪ Radioactive, radioactive. ♪