I love you to the moon and back.
I love you too.
HARRY: I found her.
BEA: Where? Where's my little girl?
They told me at the hospital to go home.
There was nothing more I could do.
(WAILS)
I want payback for Debbie.
Brayden Holt. And you're gonna do it.
You think I killed her. That's why you torched my place.
No.
I should've known you wouldn't be up to it.
I'm stronger than you, Harry. So I'm gonna do it myself.
I'm gonna kill the fucker.
This is for Debbie.
- Come on! - You fucking monster!
He did do it.
Not that it could be proven in a court of law.
You know, you're not who you think you are.
Your true nature will eventually come out.
WILL: What are you doing?
You can't restrain slashed wrists.
Oh, it's a miracle pill.
So the drugs stop the bleeding?
FERGUSON: I understand you, Smith. You're a loner.
But it doesn't pay to be alone in here.
Look, I've got something coming to you this afternoon.
Oh, fuck.
(BOTH GRUNT)
It's Bea's! She won.
(ALARM BLARES)
- Are you with Smith? - No, I'm just outside the ward.
Get back to her now. Those injuries were self-inflicted.
WILL: Oh, shit.
Where is she?
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. ♪
(BIRDS TWITTER)
(SOMBRE MUSIC)
I'm sorry.
(GRUNTS)
(PANTS)
What you up to, mate? Yeah, what are you doing?
What's the situation?
I'm waiting to give a statement.
Look, we've turned this hospital upside down. She's not here.
Well, of course she's not there.
Smith escaped on your watch, so you'd better find her.
Well, how am I supposed to do that?
That's your problem. But don't show your face till it's done.
She didn't plan this alone. She had help.
Does it look like I was helping?
You wanted her gone.
Yeah, I'm glad to see the back of the bitch.
- But I didn't help her. - You're lying.
I'm not, I swear.
- Who helped her? - I don't know.
How long has she been planning it?
Well, you're closer to her than I am.
- Where's she headed? - I don't know.
- OFFICER: Ms Fergus... - Get out!
Get out of my office! Now!
The last thing she deserves is your loyalty.
You were nothing to her. You were a joke.
She humiliated you in front of all those women.
It wasn't a fair fight.
She used you and you played right into her hands.
- Snap. - (KNOCK AT DOOR)
- VERA: Phone records. - Get out.
- (DOOR CLOSES) - I've checked the audio files.
Smith sent Birdsworth a package. She must know something.
Well, get me the recordings.
And check if anything's turned up on CCTV.
Ferguson's losing it.
You picked a good time to get out.
Bet Walford's gonna be a breeze after this place.
Hey, um... thought we'd all head down the local
for a few drinks tonight.
- Give you a proper send-off. - Yeah.
As long as Ferguson's not invited.
Mr Fletcher, Governor wants to see you.
Well, as of 10 minutes ago, I don't work for her anymore.
It's important.
Well, if it's a cake, you can tell her I'm not interested.
I've just finished a double shift, Vera.
I don't need this crap.
Well, I don't know how she got it.
Don't believe you. Try again.
I found it on the floor. I thought I'd dropped it.
The swipe card was attached to your belt.
How did she get it off?
The cord was broken.
I thought I'd snagged it but she must have cut it somehow.
You are even more stupid than I thought.
I'm sure the police will be very interested to hear about this.
Listen, I had nothing to do with her escape, alright?
I cannot believe a word you say, Mr Fletcher.
I didn't help her.
Vera. You know I didn't do it.
I will be launching an official investigation.
And I will be giving your new governor
a full appraisal of your utter incompetence
and with any luck that will be the end
of your career in Corrections.
Now get out of my prison.
(DOOR CLOSES)
Mr Fletcher might have been incompetent
but he wouldn't be involved in an escape.
Just make sure he returns all our property
before leaving the building.
She's awesome, man.
I bet she's, like, been planning it for ages.
Nuh. Franky would have known about it, alright?
Nah, Bea's too smart.
She would have kept it quiet, eh.
Yeah?
Red's a fucking coward, Sky. That's why she ran.
Oh. But she kinda beat ya, eh, Franky?
If she beat me, Sky, where the fuck is she?
Yeah.
(SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)
I want you to get a crew together
and teach Maxine a lesson.
- Well... - What the fuck's that about?
- Just fuckin' do it. - Yeah, it's not gonna happen.
Oh, Franks, sorry.
They're... they're not gonna do it.
Sorry.
FERGUSON: You let me worry about the prison, Mr Channing.
And you can make sure the department doesn't interfere.
I appreciate your help, as always.
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
WOMAN: Franky?
- You OK? - Yeah.
Things will be back to normal soon.
(SCOFFS) What's normal in this place?
Do you think Bea will get caught?
I don't wanna fucking hear about her anymore.
Right?
Hey, wait up.
Don't go.
Come back.
Fuck all of 'em out there.
Fuck Red.
I still got you.
(SIGHS)
Kimmy.
Franks.
- Mmm. - (GIGGLES)
There's something I've gotta tell you.
Hmm?
I'm getting out.
My parole's been approved. (CHUCKLES)
- Are you happy for me? - Yeah.
Sure.
You can go back to your nice life and your nice family.
Good for you.
Hey, you'll be up for parole soon too and...
Then what?
- You and me? - Yeah.
You're a gate gay, for fuck's sake.
Just go back to your boyfriend.
You got what you needed from me, so fuck off.
You know, maybe if it wasn't all about you all of the time,
you'd see that I've always been here.
Hey. HEY-
I'll get a place.
When you get out, you'll have somewhere to go.
I don't make plans
'cause they always fuck up.
(OBJECT CLATTERS)
VERA: Uh, handcuffs, capsicum spray, keys.
I just need your staff ID and swipe card.
OK, that's everything. Just sign there, please.
Yep, we're done.
- So that's it? - Yes.
I don't get a proper goodbye?
You know the way out.
What happened to the old Vera?
I really liked her.
I didn't.
See ya, Fletch.
Catch you tonight for a farewell bevvy.
Yeah, sure.
Hey, where you taking her?
Transfer to Barnhurst.
Why?
'Cause that's what the paperwork says.
- This isn't a taxi, alright? - Just drive, OK? Let's go.
(CROSSING SIGNAL RINGS)
WOMAN: That shifll kill ya.
Fuck! Bea.
- Come on, let's get inside. - Jesus Christ.
What the fuck are you doing?
(LOCKS DOOR)
- Police been here? - No.
How the hell did you get out?
Doesn't matter. Now, did you get that package?
You're going after Brayden.
You opened it.
How could you drag me into this? I'm on parole!
If anyone finds out I've helped...
They won't find out because you're not gonna tell them.
Have you actually thought it through, Bea?
Mate, it's suicide.
Liz, where's the gun?
I got rid of it.
Bullshit.
Bea...
...you don't even know how to use it!
You're a hairdresser, for God's sakes.
Think about what you're doing.
Bea, please. Oh, love.
Bea.
I'm begging you.
Don't do this.
Please.
I'm sorry.
Oh, Bea.
Oh, no, no, Bea.
Please, wait. Bea.
Shit, it's the cops.
No, no, no, that one. That one.
What the fuck!
Who the fuck are you?
Bitch, get outta here!
What the fuck are you doing here?
I was never here, alright?
- Alright? - Yeah.
Liz Birdsworth? This is the police.
(PANTS)
Can I help you?
So she's not made any contact with you this morning?
I can't believe she's out.
Answer the question.
No. I...| haven't heard from her.
Well, she asked you to receive a package.
- Where is it? - Sorry?
The package.
Oh, we've got a recording of your phone conversation.
Oh, yeah. No, she just wanted to send me some magazines.
There's no way she'd come here.
She's too smart for that.
Any idea where she might go?
No.
- What's this? - Oh, that's a steak knife, love.
What's it doing here?
Waiting for a steak.
- (BICYCLE BELL RINGS) - (CROSSING SIGNAL RINGS)
Gimme five, will ya?
Now, you need to tell me what you know about Ferguson.
I've got contacts at Barnhurst.
I'll make sure you're protected, Kelly...
- Yeah, she's got contacts too. - What did she do to you, Kelly?
You need to cut the bullshit and start talking, alright?
(WHIMPERS)
You tell me what she fuckin' did to you!
Fucking look at me!
- Your eye. - Well done, Sherlock.
Why did she do it?
To keep me quiet.
About what?
I caught her with Jianna.
Who's Jianna?
A prisoner at Blackmoor.
Ferguson had the hots for her.
I caught 'em doing stuff.
They were having a relationship?
Are you sure?
I saw 'em.
Did anyone else know about this?
Yeah, a few of us.
When Jianna's bub got taken, Ferguson lost it.
She took it out on us.
- Who took the baby? - A social worker.
Then what happened? Did Jianna kill herself?
How do you know that?
'Cause I've heard this story before.
Any word yet?
VERA: No, but police are questioning Birdsworth.
Apparently she was receiving a package for Bea Smith.
She won't tell the cops anything.
Look, can you give me the address to the halfway house?
Wait, hold on.
(PHONE BEEPS)
What's that address again?
(DOREEN SIGHS) Everything's messed up.
Bea's gone and Nash has disappeared.
Oh, he'll come see you soon, love.
He's been out for four days.
But there's lots to do.
His first few days outside? Stop being selfish.
I don't wanna do this on my own.
I want my baby to have a family, you know?
You're not alone - you've got me.
I love kids.
I'll support you no matter what happens.
You don't need Nash.
INMATES: Ooh.
Whoops!
You alright, Franks?
Yeah, I'm sweet.
Get that cleaned up. Quickly.
I want Doyle brought up to see me.
Now.
How was lunch?
Nice move back there.
What'd you bribe her with?
- No idea what you mean. - (LAUGHS)
Still, you have good reason to be paranoid.
That pack can smell blood.
It's a shame you didn't accept my original offer, isn't it?
- A shame for who? - Whom.
(SCOFFS)
Lucky for you I am a generous person.
I am willing to make you a deal.
You side with me and I will stamp out any contenders.
Keep you at the top.
Let's cut the bullshit and call this for what it is.
You backed a loser and now you need my help.
As you need mine if you want to stay safe.
I mean, that is what you want, isn't it, Franky?
The little abused girl just wants to stay safe.
Let me know what you decide.
MILES: I told you, it hasn't been approved yet.
- Well, how come? - Linda, can I borrow your card?
- What? - She's gonna want to see me.
That's not how it works, you know that.
- You need to be approved. - I left my phone in the locker.
- Just lend me your card. - I can't do that.
- Just ask her? - Linda, give me your card.
- I'll be one minute. Let's go. - I'm not leaving till I see her.
That's not how it works, alright?
Put in a request and it'll be processed.
Well, how long's that gonna take?
It'll take as long as it takes.
- That's not an answer. - Come back next week.
Are you joking?
Would you like me to escort you from the premises
or would you like to leave on your own?
Because I've had enough.
(DOOR BEEPS AND UNLOCKS)
And the police have interviewed Birdsworth
but they haven't gotten anywhere yet.
- Mr Fletcher. - Get out.
- I beg your pardon? - Get out. This is private.
Believe me, Governor, you don't want anyone to hear this.
I'll handle this.
This is fucked up. Even for you.
Here I was, thinking you had it in just for me.
But it was Will too, wasn't it?
In fact, it's pretty much always been about Will.
- You're clearly unstable... - I'M unstable?
- That is fucking rich! - Please, take a seat.
You had someone break in and take my journal.
You had Will's place turned over.
The text messages, death threats.
All part of some sick vendetta because he took that baby away.
Yeah, I know about Jianna
and what you did to those prisoners.
You're not a governor, you're a fuckin' psychopath.
- You really think so? - I know it.
Then I'd carefully consider your next move if I were you.
You traumatised Bryant to try and shut her up.
But she's my witness now.
I'm going straight to the department with this.
I'm gonna bring you down.
- That is just ludicrous. - It's true.
She's playing you. She's playing all of us.
She tortured an inmate into silence, for fuck's sakes!
You need to understand Ferguson is not right in the head.
- I've heard enough. - You haven't heard anything.
Yes, I have - a prisoner used your swipe pass
just hours before she escapes,
and when the Governor questions you about it
you suddenly come up with some ridiculous story.
- Listen, I have an eyewitness. - Yeah? Well, we have CCTV.
You will be lucky if you're not charged.
That is chicken shit compared to what Ferguson's done.
The prisoner I spoke to said a social worker...
- Stop. - Listen, I...
No, enough!
Please escort Mr Fletcher from the premises.
(PANTS)
I know the way, Gary.
Doreen!
Do you think they'll catch her?
Dunno. Depends where she goes, I guess.
(DISTANTLY) Doreen!
If I was her, I'd cut all my hair off.
Change my image. Go somewhere new and start all over.
Doreen!
- Did you hear that? - What?
I don't know. I thought I heard someone.
Doreen! Doreen!
It's Nash.
Nash?
Nash! Nash, I can hear you!
Oi, babe!
They won't let me in!
- I haven't been approved yet! - What?
I haven't been approved yet!
I'll come back next week, eh, babe?
- I miss ya! - I miss you too!
- I'm pregnant! - (OTHERS MUTTER)
Nash?
What?
I'm pregnant!
I fuckin' love you, Doreen!
- (LAUGHS) - P.A.: Attention, compound.
Exercise period is over.
All prisoners return to your work stations.
Babe, I'll be back next week, alright?
Just rest up.
Babe, drink heaps of milk, alright?
I gotta go!
Yow! (LAUGHS)
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
Governor...
...Mr Fletcher's gone.
(DOOR CLOSES)
Is everything OK?
He was saying some pretty crazy things
about your time at Blackmoor.
That's not true, though, is it?
What if it is?
Every decision I make is for the greater good.
If I have to make difficult choices, then so be it.
You could relate to that.
I'm sorry?
What you did to your mother.
I understand.
It was a necessity.
It was right.
Some people would think differently,
but you made a difficult decision for the greater good.
Just like me.
My conscience is clear.
How's yours?
(TELEVISION PLAYS)
-Hey- -Hey-
Still talking about me?
Um, oh, I brought you something to eat.
- It's not much... - Just tell me.
Yeah. Yeah, they're talkin'.
And what are they saying?
Cindy Liu, you know, from C block?
Mmm.
- She wants a crack at top dog. - (SCOFFS)
(LAUGHS) She's gettin' a crew together.
What are we gonna do?
Oh, someone's made me an offer.
So I might just have to take it.
- What can I get you, love? - Uh, a gin and tonic, please.
- Double. - Yep.
Ooh, you're two bucks short.
Oh, just make it a single, then.
Nah. Don't tell the boss, OK?
I need you to tell Mr Channing to call me
and I need to see him today - it's urgent.
- Thanks. - Pleasure.
(PHONE RINGS)
You've reached VWII Jackson. Please leave a message.
It's Fletch. I need you to call me, mate, asap.
I'm gonna head over to your place.
If you get this message, call me back.
Mr Jackson.
Where's Bea?
The bloke at the halfway house just sold you out for 20 bucks.
If you really want to help her, tell me where she is.
Birdsworth told me everything. I'm on my way to get Bea now.
She's armed.
- She might do something stupid. - Where is she?
You wanted me to handle this, so that's what I'm doing.
I won't say a word. Just tell me where she is.
She's heading for the airport.
Gotta go.
Birdsworth lied to you.
Bea Smith is heading for the airport right now.
I'll alert security.
Detective, you should know that
Officer Jackson's on his way to meet her.
It seems he was complicit in her escape.
What makes you think that?
His harassment of Bea Smith's husband is well documented,
as are Harry Smith's accusations against him.
It is apparent Officer Jackson and Bea Smith are... involved.
Isn't that right, Vera?
Absolutely.
It's obvious they're running away together.
Well, they're not gonna get on a plane.
They're armed and dangerous.
So are we.
(LANGUID BLUES SONG PLAYS)
(GRUNTS)
This is so nice.
It's one of Mum's.
Dad gave me her old records.
(GRUNTS)
(GROANS)
- Don't fucking move. - What's going on?
- Carly, shut up. - Brayden, she's got a gun.
Get out.
- Brayden, what's going on... - Just get out now.
Go.
- Please don't do this... - Just get down on your knees.
Do you want money? I can get you money...
No, I don't want your fuckin' money.
Just get down on your knees.
- Please, I can... - Shh, shh!
Right? Everything's OK.
I just want to talk, alright?
Alright?
Alright.
See, I want to know why you killed my daughter.
- Please, just let... - No, just answer the question!
Tell me why you did it.
I never wanted to hurt Debbie.
You have to believe me.
- She wanted it. - What, she wanted to die?
She wanted to forget. She loved you.
She... she hated being away from you.
When she was out of it, it didn't matter.
This is bullshit. Bullshit!
No, no!
No!
YOU are going to tell me why you did it.
Mum made me do it. I didn't have a choice.
- No, you had a choice. - She's the reason Debbie's dead.
- Not me. - You had a choice.
- I did what I was told. - Why didn't you say no?
Why didn't you say no?
I don't know. I don't know.
I don't know.
You put the fucking needle in her arm and you don't know?
I'm fucked, you know? It's 'cause I'm fucked!
Please, if I could go back I wouldn't have done it.
- I wish none of it happened. - Stop.
- Stop crying! - Please. Please.
- Shh, stop crying. - I loved Debbie.
Shut the fuck up!
(SOBS)
- Please. - Alright.
Is that the shit you gave Deb?
- Is it? - Yes.
Alright, you're gonna put it in your arm, OK?
You're gonna mix it up and you're gonna put it in your arm
'cause I want you to know what it felt like for her.
Please...
Do it or I'll blow your fucking head off!
(CRIES)
Hurry UP-
Use more. All of it.
Oh, God. (SOBS)
Come on, just stop talking and do it.
Please, please, I can't. I can't.
- Do it... - I can't do it.
...or I will shoot you.
Please.
You're gonna have to shoot me.
I will.
I'll do it.
- Jesus, Bea. - (GRUNTS)
Bea.
Don't do it. Put it down.
Put it down.
Come on.
You pull that trigger
and you'll be inside the rest of your life.
- Do you want that? - Go away. Go!
Don't do it, Bea. Put it down.
OK. Debbie wouldn't want this.
She'd stop you. You know that.
Ahh!
Please, lower the gun.
Bea, this isn't you. Come on. Lower the gun. Please?
This isn't you, Bea.
I want you to let Brayden walk out of here, OK?
Oh!
Come on, Bea.
Good. Good.
(BEA SOBS)
Brayden...
...get up slowly and walk out.
- (SIRENS WAIL) - (INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
MAN: Control foot traffic and media. I want the area cordoned off.
OK, we've got a team at the back,
the whole place is covered.
(SIREN WAILS)
- We've got the place surrounded. - OK.
WILL: The cops are here. Let's go downstairs.
Bea?
(PHONE RINGS)
Stand up.
Come on, let's go.
FLETCHER: Will, it's me again.
Listen, you need to pick up your phone, mate, OK?
I'm just leaving your place.
I need to talk to you. It's important.
(ENGINE REVS)
Move back.
- Lockdown? - Yeah.
We got blokes round the back just in case.
This is the police! Come out slowly with your hands up.
Put your hands up!
Gun! Gun! Gun!
Put the gun down and get down on the ground.
It's OK, it's OK. Just do what they say.
Both of you!
Down on the ground!
Look, I'm Will Jackson. I'm a corrections officer.
Get on your stomachs now!
I'm a corrections officer from Wentworth.
Hands behind your heads.
- Are you kidding me? - Go!
Arrgh!
What the fuck?! Get off me!
Let go of me, OK? I was trying to help you.
Bea Smith, you're under arrest for escaping.
Will Jackson, you're under arrest
for aiding and abetting an escaped criminal.
Just let me explain, OK?
Take him away and caution him.
MAN ON RADIO: Secure the premises. Find Brayden Holt.
(REPORTERS CHATTER)
MAN ON RADIO: Sir, we've found Brayden Holt.
NEWSREADER: ..earlier today at the scene of a fatal shooting
at a Clayton pane/beating workshop,
where escaped fugitive Bea Smith
has just been taken into custody by police.
The deceased is believed to be business owner Brayden Holt,
son of former crime matriarch Jacs Holt
and unden/vorld figure Vinnie Holt.
An unnamed corrections officer was also arrested at the scene.
Why's Mr Jackson being arrested?
The escaped prisoner, Bea Smith, escaped custody
from a Melbourne hospital yesterday evening
where she was being treated
following an incident at Wentworth prison.
It's now believed she used the incident
to inflict savage wounds on herself
in order to stage the daring escape.
Tonight, Bea Smith is to be returned
to Wentworth Correctional Centre.
- (IMITATES GUNSHOT) - In other news, the 2am lockout...
(NEWS READ FADES)
(DOOR OPENS)
(SIGHS)
Shout me a drink first?
Maybe not.
Righto.
I'll take the prisoner to Isolation.
No.
Process her and put her back in H2.
I'm sure Franky'|| be pleased to see her.
Freak.
You know the routine.
Welcome back.
This is Queen Bea.
She's the top dog now.
Anyone got a problem with that?
They're all yours.
SONG: ♪ I met the devil and he's in my head
♪ I met the devil and he's in my head
♪ I met the devil and he's in my bed
♪ I met the devil and he's in my head
♪ Come on
♪ I met the devil and he's in my head
♪ I met the devil and he's in my bed
♪ Better get that devil out of my head
♪ Come on
♪ I met the devil and he's coming to get you
♪ Oh, come on
♪ I met the devil and he's coming to get ya
♪ I met the devil
♪ And he's coming to get ya
♪ I met the devil
♪ And he's coming to get ya
♪ I met the devil and he's coming to get ya
♪ I met the devil and he's coming to get ya... ♪