So we need someone who can vouch for you,
like a character witness.
- Maybe Aunty Joan. - Who's Aunty Joan?
She's my godmother. She knew me mum.
I find you interesting.
Vera a bit too vanilla for you, Jake?
ALLIE: You get me a g bag of powder?
JAKE: You get me that phone, we have a deal.
I saved your life. You were gone.
But I never gave up on you.
If you get a second chance, you grab it and you don't let go.
FERGUSON: Trust.
Often it can be misplaced.
I've been guilty of putting my faith
in people who've let me down.
Betrayed me.
It's made it difficult for me to trust again.
Until now.
If you look where I told you, you will find a cardboard box.
Inside that box there are answers to who I am,
but also about your mother.
There are letters that she wrote me,
expressing gratitude.
The contents of that box also tell of a tragedy.
Your tragedy.
Caused by one man.
The man who stole you from your mother's arms
and caused her death.
Who condemned you to
a succession of appalling foster homes.
Who ruined your life.
And destroyed mine.
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. ♪
WOMAN ON P.A.: Attention, compound. Attention, compound.
H Block are now called to breakfast.
(PRISONERS CHATTER SOFTLY)
Attention, compound. Attention, compound.
C Block are now called to breakfast.
She fuckin' serious?!
Hey.
Bea's weak.
Her 2IC's crook. Her crew's all over the fucking shop.
- So? - We take her down.
- Red Right Hand and your girls. - We take Bea down?
And finally get equality for all the women in here.
Fuck equality.
Unless all the women in here are getting shitfaced on my gear.
(LAUGHS)
Ah, Tina. Fuck.
Have you forgotten what she did to you?
We take Bea down,
you'll be top dog and look after my shit.
I don't want top dog.
Betrays all my principles.
Well, then go fuck your principles.
Ooh, my own personal stylist! I could get used to this.
Yeah, I do weddings, proms and court appearances.
So, what are you thinking?
Well, maybe a little up-do?
So the judge can see how open and honest your face is.
- But sexy as hell, right? - Oh, yeah!
I need the shower block cleared. Finish that in H1.
(BEA LAUGHS)
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
Governor, have you got a moment?
Of course, Mr Stewart.
Ooh! (CHUCKLES) Sorry.
(WHISPERS) No, no, no, no. Not... Not here!
- Come on. - Not here!
- But you pulled the blinds down. - Not here!
Is that why you wanted to see me?
Well, isn't that enough?
No, I actually had a question
about my chances for a salary advance.
Oh. Well, unfortunately that is against department protocol.
Yeah. No, I thought so.
Remember I told you about the microbrewery?
Yes.
I have found the perfect space in Collingwood.
Only, a couple of other buyers are circling like sharks.
The owner needs 20K cash deposit today, or it's gone.
I can get 10 together, but... just, I'm 10 short.
10,000? Today?
It's the way these guys operate. Only deal in cash.
Play investors off against each other. (TUTS)
I can't.
I thought the idea of me not being an employee might appeal.
(GROANS)
If I break the rule for you, I'd have Linda up here every Friday.
- I'm sorry. - No, it's cool. I understand.
- Just thought I'd ask. - Yep.
- I'm sorry. - (VERA SIGHS)
- JAKE: See ya. - (DOOR CLOSES)
- (BOOMER LAUGHS) - (INMATES CHATTER)
Hey, Doreen.
BOOMER: Oh, what, she can sit with us?
- Shh. - LIZ: Leave it.
Are you right, Dor?
So, you got the whole prison talking, Bea.
(SCOFFS) Ugh, yeah. Slow news day, obviously.
Hey, are you, like, gonna eat that?
- Now you're a 'vagitarian'? - Susan, that's very witty!
BOOMER: Yeah, that's me. I'm witty. I'm witty, aren't I?
Yeah! Oh, yeah. Leave it, leave it.
Hey, you know I pashed a girl once.
Yeah, I was pissed, but.
But I dunno - do you reckon that makes me bisexual?
- 'Beersexual', perhaps? - (ALL LAUGH)
That's fuckin' witty too, eh? High five!
Hey, you should probably get going.
Oh, yes. You've got your sentencing today, haven't you?
-LIZ: Good luck, love. -BOOMER: Just give the judge a gobby, eh?
- Oh, love! - Oh!
That's gross, Booms!
What are you doing? Are you trying to humiliate me?
Yeah, 'cause it's all about you, Kaz.
- Hey! You let her go. - It's OK.
No, it's not OK. She doesn't have any rights over you.
You lied, straight to my face.
I know Allie didn't have anything to do with that attack on me.
You think you're special 'cause you got her off the gear?
I've pulled Allie out of her own shit
so many times I can't even remember.
If I hadn't have been there, she wouldn't have survived.
You touch her again...
...I'll break your fuckin' arm.
- Fuck it, I'll do it! - What?
We take Bea down, I'll take on top dog.
And you'll protect my shit?
Mate, how long did you party after I left?
- You left? - (JAKE CHUCKLES)
So, dude, are we on again for tonight?
Or do you need a night off to powder your vagina?
- (LAUGHS) We're on. - Right.
- Will, have you seen Mr Stewart? - Yeah, you, um, just missed him.
He's gone on a shift.
- Isn't that where you should be? - Mmm.
- Are you fit for duty? - Yeah.
Just a bit of a headache.
I have to be out for half an hour. You're in charge.
(DOOR CLOSES)
What, he's living at her house?
And he's calling her his godmother. And 'Aunty Joan'.
Are you sure he's got no connections at Walford that could get to Jesper?
No, he's just a messed-up kid. He doesn't mix with that crowd.
The trial's on Thursday, so you better keep him close.
-I'm on it. -And find out what the fuck she wants from him.
Stop swinging your dick around. I said I'm on it.
What?
How's your love life, Red?
Has it improved since my last visit?
Don't give me shit, Franky.
- I'm getting a different vibe. - Bullshit!
- What's going on? - Nothing.
What's going on?
She's got her sentencing today.
Oh, right.
Aww.
- You got it bad, Red. - (BEA SNORTS)
You're in love, aren't ya?
Have you, uh...
What?
Tried the McMuff?
- (LAUGHS) Piss off! - (LAUGHS)
- Not yet. - Oh.
It tastes like chicken.
(LAUGHS) Fuck!
'Really? "No!
(LAUGHS)
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
- You wanted to see me, Governor? - Close the door, Mr Stewart.
I know, I'm hard to resist.
It's a loan.
Are you trying to get rid of me?
Maybe.
Thank you.
And I'll pay it back, with interest.
Forget the interest. It's a favour.
- Are you sure you can afford this? - Yeah, I've got...
I've got savings, and...
I don't want you to miss out on your dream
because of the department's inflexibility.
I would do you right here, right now, if it wasn't for...
Maybe you need to call me to the plant room again.
I think it's your move, Governor.
(UNEASY MUSIC)
(CHATTER AND SOUNDS DISTORT AND ECHO)
(PEOPLE CHATTER INDISTINCTLY)
(SILENCE)
- (PEOPLE CHATTER INDISTINCTLY) - FERGUSON: Shayne.
(DOOR CLOSES)
Did you find the box?
Then you know the truth.
The man responsible for your mother's death
is the same man who's framed me for these...
...crimes that I have been accused of.
(SIGHS) We're innocents. You, me, your mum.
They just keep on fucking up our lives.
We need to look after each other, Shayne.
That's me.
Where'd you get 'em?
I took 'em.
So, what, you've been watching me since I was a kid?
I have been watching over you.
So, you're saying that I'm important to you?
- Yes! - That you care about me?
I do. I care about you, of course.
If you cared so much,
why the fuck didn't you come and get me back then?
(SNIFFLES) My life was shit.
I couldn't. I...
I was moving around... I mean, I didn't have grounds...
You had the same grounds as all them other foster fucks.
And you knew what my life was like and you did fuck all!
FERGUSON: I wanted to. You have to believe me.
Your mother was so important to me.
- But I wasn't. - You were. You are!
Bullshit!
- I let you into my house. - Bullshit!
- That's bullshit! Bullshit! - I mean, I never do that!
- Shayne, you need to listen to me. - Fuck listening to you!
And this thing you want me to do,
you can shove it up your arse!
- JAKE: Hey, settle down. - Piss off!
- No, wait! No! Shayne! - That's enough. Calm down!
Joan! You need to calm down.
I need him. I need him, I need him.
- I need him. - Come on, let's go.
I need him. I need him. I need him.
LIZ: Ooh, what do you reckon this is?
BOOMER: Cock sock.
It's a big cock sock. Pew!
- BOOMER: Needs to be wider. - (OTHERS LAUGH)
- Hey, look who's back. - LIZ: Hey, love. How did you go?
BOOMER: I bet it was shit, was it?
Yeah, they say the second round of chemo's worse than the first.
- It's fine. It's fine. - Yeah?
- Come on, sit down. - MAX: Queasy tummy!
- Oh, I'll get you a sugary tea, love. - MAX: Thank you.
BOOMER: Just... just breathe, yeah?
Well?
10 years.
Oh, fuck me, eh?
Wow, that's a fair whack, love.
I'm sorry.
I'm not.
I couldn't give a shit if it was 20.
Hey, Jakey boy.
How the fuck's my favourite prison screw, eh?
- Yeah, good, Turk, good. - TURK: Yeah.
Well, what are you waiting for?
Do you want a hand job? Billy, give him a hand job.
No... Jesus, fuck!
- Hang on a second! - (MAN LAUGHS)
It's all there. 10 large.
Mmm. Billy.
Well, playing with the big boys now, hey?
About time.
I want the other 90 grand in my account by 4pm this afternoon.
Yeah, no worries, Turk. It'll be there, trust me.
Fuck it up and I'll fuck you up.
Trust me.
Now, so what about that hand job, eh?
- Billy, give him the hand job. - No, it's alright, thanks.
I had one this morning.
Yeah, fuck off!
Must be the belt.
Mr Stewart. Come with me.
- Vera, what... - Up against the wall.
Do it!
Spread them.
- Vera... - It's Governor.
Now spread them!
This is a spot strip search, Mr Stewart.
Vera, listen.
What the fuck, Vera!
No... But...
It's not... it's not...
Oh, shit!
(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)
(TENSE MUSIC)
(MUTTERS) Turn it around. What does he need? What does he want?
Come on, come on, come on.
(MUTTERS) Focus, focus.
Come on! Turn it around, turn it around.
(DOOR BUZZES)
- Thanks, Linda. - What was for lunch?
Pumpkin soup.
(SIGHS) Fuckin' vegos.
(MUTTERS)
Talking to yourself again, Joan?
Oh, first sign of madness, hmm?
You look a tad frayed around the edges there, Mr Stewart.
Bit of a tussle in the lunch queue?
Your little freak-out in the visitors.
What was that about?
Perhaps I'm on drugs.
You know what I reckon you need, Joan?
What?
A good,
hard fuck.
Are you the man to give it to me?
I want to use the phone.
And what makes you think I give a shit?
I may still have a few of Vera's juicy secrets to toss your way.
(HEAVY METAL PLAYS)
(PHONE RINGS)
Yeah?
Shayne?
It's... it's Aunty Joan.
- See ya. - Don't hang up, please.
Please, Shayne.
What do you want?
I need you to come back and see me.
- Forget it. - Shayne.
Please, I can't let us part like this.
I owe it to your mother.
She's dead. She don't care.
That's not true. You know she's watching over you.
Just like you been.
(GUNSHOTS IN VIDEO GAME)
What's that?
Shayne? Shayne.
It's just video games.
Me and my mates are having a bit of a get-together.
Get... get-together?
A bit of a party, you know?
You're not making a mess?
- (LINE DEAD TONE) - Shayne? Shayne?
10 years. I'm sorry, kiddo.
Ice-cream.
No, we'll share.
Hey, um, have you seen Bea? I need to talk to her.
- Laundry, honey. - What's up your bum?
Novak! Why aren't you at your work unit?
Oh, yeah, sorry, Ms Miles. I wasn't feeling crash-hot.
I got a pass.
You need to get back to kitchen clean-up now.
OK, fine. Well, can I at least take a piss first?
MILES: Hurry up.
Squirt it out, Novak!
You right?!
MILES: Come on.
(HARSH CLANG)
(DISTORTED SOUNDSCAPE)
(EXHALATION ECHOES LOUDLY)
(BOY LAUGHS) That's it! Oh, come on!
Come on, do it! Ah, you didn't.
- Yeah, you fuck him up! - What the fuck!
- Get out! - Who the fuck are you?
Get out! Get the fuck out. Go!
Hey, hey. Chillax, khaleesi.
All of you, get the fuck out now.
- Off you go. - I'm goin'. Fuckin' hell.
(DOOR CLOSES)
Argh! What are you doing?!
You start your community service today, Shayne.
It's cold!
Hey, you can't associate with those dickheads, OK?
It's part of your community service order.
Oh, screw community service!
Hey, it's better than jail.
- I didn't even fuckin' do it! - Do what?
- Boost the car. - What are you talking about?
Oh, it was Frosty. I just said I did it to get him off.
What, you covered for him? What the fuck did you do that for?
Because he's 18. I'm just a kid.
He would have gone to Walford. They don't put kids in jail.
Fuck. Franky, turn it off!
Get those clothes off.
No, that's... that's not...
What, a bag of ice?
I sprung Tina in the pantry with a huge stash.
She just gave me that to shut me up.
Bea, I was never gonna use it, I swear.
I just took it to show you.
(TOILET FLUSHES)
Tina.
You just don't listen, do ya? So here's what's gonna happen.
That fresh stash you just brought in?
You're gonna flush every pill, foil, gram.
And I'm gonna stand there and watch you do it.
And then you and I, we're gonna take a little walk.
No.
(HALF-LAUGHS) Sorry, what?
Those Red Hand bitches and my girls, we're a team now.
We're strong and you're fucking weak.
Your days are numbered, Bea.
And when we take over, I'm going to bring in all the shit I want.
And your drug-fucked girlfriend will be my number one client.
(ALL GRUNT)
Come on, Bea, huh?
GUARD: Hey!
Yeah. Just seeing what was on the menu.
- Alright, love. - Try and breathe.
- It's better out than in. - SONIA: That's it.
- (MAX HEAVES) - Keep going. That's the way.
- Good. Good. - You right? Just breathe.
Hey, Boomer. Come here!
It's alright, Liz and I have got this.
Take your breath. Get your breath back.
- It's time to kick some heads in. - Eh?
Red Right Hand, Asian crew, they've teamed up.
I'm gonna need ya.
Oh, no, I can't, Bea. I'm pregnant.
Boomer, please.
No, I'm not gonna risk, like, a punch to me guts or something.
- Sorry, I gotta... - SONIA: You gonna go again?
LIZ: OK, let it out. Let it out, love.
I'm gonna get you some ice, OK?
Hold on, Max, I'll get a towel.
- (MAX GASPS FOR AIR) - SONIA: You're doing well.
(INMATES CHATTER)
- Juice. - Bea.
To what do I owe the pleasure?
Can I talk to you?
Your cell or mine?
I just need an assurance.
I just need an orgasm.
Yeah, good. Look, some shit's going down.
I need you and your boys to back me.
I promise I'll make it worth your while.
I've heard your goose is cooked.
Are you gonna back me or not? That's all I need to know.
Even if you don't put me in a wheelchair permanently,
I've still got three fucking screws in me foot.
You're dead meat, Bea.
In fact... (SNIFFS)
...you're already starting to stink.
(SCOFFS)
(INMATES WHISPER)
- What's gonna happen now? - Who's gonna take over?
(WHISPERING OVERLAPS)
Who's gonna be top dog now?
Go over, check her out.
She's freaking out.
Look at her.
(GATE CLANGS)
Well?
A fresh stash of drugs have just come in. A big one.
Right, we both know you're not gonna give up a name,
so why are you even bothering to tell me?
- I thought you'd wanna know. - Fine. And now I do know.
So what do I do with that information?
Order a ramp.
By which time the drugs will have been
safely stashed in some hidey hole.
If you're not gonna give me some information
I can actually use, what is the point?
Tina Mercado.
(DOOR OPENS)
JAKE: Whoa, whoa, Turk,
calm down, calm down.
What do you mean, the money's not there?
Mate, it's only 25 past.
Yeah, OK, OK. I'll call my guy and get it sorted.
No, everything's sweet, mate, OK?
- What's going on? - Cell toss.
Governor.
Slot Mercado.
- Let's go. - Fuck this!
Lock those in the cabinet in my office.
I'll alert the police.
VERA: Thanks, Peter.
What are you doing?
What do you think?
It's not appropriate.
Yeah, you're right. I'm sorry.
I just...
I just felt really terrible about before.
You caught me at a bad time.
I had to rush off and replace Linda on Ferguson watch.
I just wanted to make it up to you.
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
Yes?
Governor?
Yeah, come on in, officers.
The prisoner's name is Tina Mercado.
She's currently in isolation
but I can make her available for an interview.
OFFICER: Thank you, Governor.
I'm forging your signature, Bea.
You don't know how to forge my signature.
Bullshit. I'm gonna sign you up for anger management classes.
Really? I'm gonna forge your signature,
and I'm gonna sign you up for yoga and meditation.
Oh, sweet. I'll be Zen as fuck in 10 years.
-Hey!
- Hey! - Someone's lagged.
Apparently when the screws tossed the whole unit,
they knew exactly what they were looking for.
Bea? You'd better sort this out.
We got a fuckin' rat in the ranks.
Oh, you want me to sort it out, do you, Juice?
- You're top dog. - Only when it suits you.
Which one of you bush pigs spilled your guts to the screws?
Bush pig? I think that's a case of pot/kettle, don't you, love?
- It was Allie. - What?
Kim said you saw Tina in the kitchen with her stash.
That's why Vinegar Tits moved you to H1.
You're the new governor's bitch.
No, no no.
I got her moved. Allie didn't lag.
Protecting your girlfriend, are you, Bea?
Oh, get fucked, Kaz. I've already warned you.
Is this double standards or what?
So you're allowed to lag as long as you're fucking a top dog?
(INMATES SHOUT)
Alright, alright, alright.
Back off! That'll do!
Fuck you, I'm no fucking lady.
You got that right. Everyone, back to your units, now.
Walk away or go to the slot. You decide.
MAN ON P.A.: Attention, compound.
All prisoners return to your cells.
Your go.
- Why haven't you paid? - What?
I need you to call Tina's guy
and tell him to make the payment.
I can't.
What the fuck do you mean you can't?
I don't know Tina's guy. She's the only one who deals with him.
Don't give me that bullshit.
(SPEAKS INAUDIBLY)
(DOOR BUZZES)
- MAN: Time's up, Jake. - What?
End of shift.
- Oh, thanks. - (DOOR BUZZES)
Time to do it. We take Bea Smith down fuckin' now.
- Ah, it's not gonna happen. - Yes, it fucking is!
Tina's slotting has spooked the crew.
You know what we're like. Superstitious.
It's bad luck to make a move without Tina.
Bad luck? Bad luck?
I'll give you fucking bad luck
you fucking superstitious feng-fucking-shui fuckwits!
Hey, are you OK?
- I'm not a fucking lagger. - I know.
I mean, only to you, but...
Kaz isn't gonna let this go. She's gonna come after me.
- No, she won't. - You don't know Kaz.
Some of the shit I've seen her do.
She doesn't scare me.
Yeah, well, nothing scares you, though, does it?
That's not true.
A lot of things scare me.
Come here.
We're in this together, OK?
Now, I'll protect you no matter what.
- MAN: Is that him? - SHAYNE: Nah.
- That's him there. - Jake, we still partying?
JAKE: Um, yeah, yeah, yeah, we are.
- OK. See you there? - Yeah.
Actually, I've got something I want to run by you.
See you there.
(ENGINE STARTS)
SHAYNE: Let's go.
(ELECTRONIC DANCE MUSIC PLAYS)
- Microbrewery. - What?
A microbrewery.
We make our own beer.
I've worked out all the costs.
Warehouse lease, equipment, company fees.
It comes in at 180K. That's 90K apiece.
Equal partners.
Mate, this...
This is a huge opportunity.
I'm only offering it to you because we're mates.
Think about it, man.
Get the fuck out of Corrections.
No more working for the man,
or putting up with those nasty bitches.
But if you're in, I'm gonna need that 90K like yesterday, bro.
I need a piss.
You're a coke head?
Shayne.
- You're a fuckin' dope whore. - What are you doing here?
And you took me away from my mother
because SHE had a drug problem.
Shayne, you listen, OK? Your mother was unfit.
Unfit? You're fuckin' unfit!
It's your fault.
Everything shit that's happened to me, and to Joan.
You fuckin' meat puppet!
MAN: You right?
(GRUNTS)
JAKE: Alright, where to?
- Hey, where you going? - Going home.
Mate, we're just getting started!
Hey, well, how about my offer? 90K and you're in!
Will!
Fuck.
(ENGINE REVS)
Oh, hey, Turk.
How's it going, mate?
Jesus!
You think you're hard to find? Where's my fuckin' money?
I'm working on it, mate. Ahh!
- Right. - Ahh!
- (GUN CLICKS) - Ah!
Now, I want that money in my bank account
by midday tomorrow afternoon,
or next time this'|| be fucking loaded!
You got it? Fuckin' piece of shit.
(LIQUID FLOWS)
Let's go.
(PANTS)
(WHISPERS) Shit.
Oh, shit! Oh, fuck.
(TYRES SQUEAL)
(CALLS) Shayne?
Everything you said is true.
He fucked me life up.
And yours, eh?
I'll do it.
Oh, shit.
I'm gonna be late for my community service.
My legal relief is gonna go mental.
Surely they'll overlook a few minutes tardiness.
You don't know Franky. She'll kill me.
(FRONT DOOR OPENS)
- This is bullshit. - I know who you are.
Aunty Joan told me everything.
What's going on? What the fuck does she want you to do?
What, take the blame like you did for your mate Frosty?
-Get out. -What, say you were working with Jesper?
Some fucked-up revenge for Will Jackson
and what he did to your mum, huh?
Shayne, she's manipulating you. She's fucking using you.
You're the user! You've been lying to me from the start!
- I've been helping you! - Bullshit! Bullshit!
Nothing you've said is true.
- Shayne, we can just... - Get out.
Get out.
Get out. Get the fuck out!
(DOOR BUZZES)
I got you out of the slot so you could make the call.
- What call? - You know what call.
Tell your guy to make the payment. Before noon.
No gear, no payment.
- I got you the gear. - Then you took it away.
I didn't fuckin'...
That had nothing to do with me.
So who lagged?
Tell me who lagged, I'll call my guy.
OK.
It was Smith.
Bullshit.
Bea Smith told the governor to toss your cell.
Now call your guy and make the payment.
Sure.
As soon as you get me my gear back.
(DOOR BUZZES)
MILES: Thank God we don't have to do this much longer.
Soon as she's convicted, out of our hair.
- She's all yours. - (DOOR BUZZES)
(WHISPERS) Shit.
You alright, Mr Stewart?
You seem restless.
(WHISPERS) Shit.
You know, if anyone has a right to feel agitated
you'd think it'd be me.
I'm on trial for my life tomorrow,
and yet there you are, a bundle of tension,
whilst I am as calm as a...
That's because you're a fuckin' psycho.
...millpond.
And you, Mr Stewart, are a drug dealer.
And not a very good one at that.
You think I didn't know?
Saw that little deal you did with Allie Novak.
You've been scrambling ever since
they found those drugs in Mercado's cell.
Heard about that happy score of Vera's.
Not so happy for you, though, hmm?
You fuckin' bitch.
You've got yourself into a bit of a pickle, haven't you, Jake?
Now, whatever trouble you are in,
I am not its architect.
You've got no idea the trouble I'm in.
Fuck it! I am fucked!
You smug cunt.
I am a dead man!
Fuck it!
I'm so fucked.
Surely it's not as bad as all that?
I owe a shitload of money - money I don't have.
These guys, they're gonna kill me.
Fuck!
Well, if it's just about money,
that's something that I've got plenty of.
I could get a lawyer to transfer it in a matter of minutes.
How much do you need?
Uh... 90 grand.
Mmm.
What do I have to do for it?
- BEA: Where? - ALLIE: That one right there.
Can't you see? It looks like a prawn.
(LAUGHS) No, it doesn't!
Looks like a seahorse.
Oh, shit, yeah, it does.
Hey, did you know that seahorses like to swim in pairs?
- Do they? - Yeah, they do.
They link tails so they don't lose each other.
Hey! You been drinking your water?
She been drinking water?
Oh, yeah, I've been making sure, eh.
Yeah, now I'm pissing like a fountain. From both ends.
Oh, here we go. What's going on here?
Everyone, listen up!
I just heard some pretty disappointing news.
I know who lagged on Tina Mercado.
(INMATES EXCLAIM)
JUICE: Who's the fuckin' lagger? Spit it out.
Me and the boys'|| sort her out, don't worry about that.
The person who lagged directly to the governor was Bea Smith.
- WOMAN: What? - Get out!
I know it's hard to believe
your top dog would betray you, but it's true.
Oh, get off!
Yeah, get off the fuckin' table before I punch your tits in!
- Yeah! - Bea, you got anything to say?
Tell us. Tell all of us.
Did you lag to the governor, Bea?
Or are you just gonna deny it?
No.
- You are full of shit, Kaz. - (INMATES CALL OUT)
No, I'm not gonna deny it.
It was me.
I lagged.
- So what? - So what?
You just betrayed everything you stand for.
- You're top dog. - Yeah, that's right.
I'm sick of the drugs in this place
and I'm sick of Tina crossing me and peddling shit to my girls.
And that's why I lagged.
To put a stop to it.
Well, you can't be top dog and a lagger. It's one or the other.
WOMAN: Yeah, that's right.
So, which one is it, Bea?
Which... one... is it?
That's it.
I'm done.
(DOOR OPENS)
Bea!
Oh, God. You OK?
Hey?
(SIGHS) I just don't have the energy for it anymore, Liz.
I thought I needed it.
- Things are changing for me. - Oh, yeah.
You know what?
I'm relieved. I'm relieved it's over.
So am I, for your sake.
(CHUCKLES)
You don't need it.
I'll leave you two alone.
- Liz? - Yeah?
Thank you.
No worries.
(DOOR CLOSES)
Yeah, and what about Tasha, Booms?
Yeah, exactly. I don't bloody get it!
- What's going on? - Bealagged.
- Like, why would Bea lag? - Booms, let it go.
Is she OK?
She's haPPY-
You could have told me you lagged.
I was trying to protect you.
I promise I will never
keep anything from you ever again.
I promise you I will never take another drug again.
Even
I don't need 'em anymore.
(GENTLE MUSIC)
(PANTS)
Babe?
Come have a shower with me before anyone else gets there.
(BEA MOANS SOFTLY)
(DOOR OPENS)
Bea?
We've still got the place to ourselves.
(SHRIEKS)
Help! Help!
Shh, shh, shh!
(ALLIE SCREAMS)
Shh, shh, shh.
Shh, shh, shh. Don't fight it. Don't fight it.
(ALLIE MOANS)
Shh, shh, shh, shh.
Shh.
That's good.
Don't fight it.