Looks like a seahorse.
ALLIE: Hey, did you know that seahorses like to swim in pairs?
They link tails so they don't lose each other.
Fuck it, I'll do it. We take Bea down, I'll take on top dog.
Come on, it's just an old-school eccy.
- Yes! - Whoo!
Thank you.
- It's all there, ten large. - Huh.
I want the other 90 grand in my account by 4pm this afternoon.
I'll do it.
- WILL: Governor? - Slot Mercado.
Arggh!
I want that money by midday tomorrow afternoon,
or next time, this will be fucking loaded!
They're gonna kill me.
Well, if it's just about money,
that's something I've got plenty of.
What do I have to do?
It was me. I lagged.
Well, you can't be top dog and a lagger. It's one or the other.
I'm done.
(BEA GASPS)
(GAS PS)
(SCREAMS)
(GAS PS)
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.
Count will commence in 10 minutes.
(DOORS CLANG)
(INHALES)
(EXHALES)
LIZ: Bea.
You look like a teenager.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
- Allie here? - She's gone to the showers.
If you're gonna follow her, love, you watch your back, yeah?
- I'll be alright. - Mmm.
(GENTLE MUSIC)
(WATER RUNS)
Allie?
(DARK MUSIC)
(GAS PS)
Allie? Allie!
Wake up. Please wake up!
(SOBS) Shit!
- (SIREN BLARES) - (FRENETIC MUSIC)
Allie, you're gonna be OK. You just hang in there.
- WILL: Out of the way! - BEA: OK? Hey.
(PANTS) No, no.
- Come on, let us handle it, OK? - No, no. I'm not leaving her.
- What happened? - It's an overdose.
What? No, she didn't OD. She... she's not using anymore.
She's not breathing. We need to resus.
- Allie! - Get Smith back to her unit.
No, no, no. No, no. You're not listening to me.
- WILL: She's OK. - BEA: You're not listening.
She wouldn't have done this. She's clean now. She's clean!
This is my fault. I said this would happen.
- I fucking knew it. - No, Bea.
- You've got to calm down, love. - No, I warned her.
I said that we shouldn't get involved.
MAXINE: Bea, Bea, Bea...
But why would someone hot shot her?
To get back at me?
It could've been Tina, you know, 'cause you lagged on her.
But... but, no, it weren't her
'cause I seen her in the visitors centre so...
Then it... then it's Kaz. It's got to be Kaz.
I can't lose her. (WEEPS)
MAXINE: Oh, lovie.
VERA: There's six minutes of footage missing.
- Probably a hard-drive crash. - That's too convenient.
Nup. Someone's wiped it.
Which means an officer's involved.
You think an officer hurt Novak?
No, but they might have sold her the drugs.
- (KNOCK AT DOOR) - Excuse me, Governor.
Mr Jackson's gone with Novak in the ambulance.
- How is she? - Critical.
Is everything alright?
Yeah. Keep me informed.
Call in the CSDS.
I want every officer searched and drug-tested.
LIZ: Did you hear what happened with Allie?
Love, what's wrong?
(SIGHS)
Hey, Sonia,
what's happened?
The police came to interview me.
They've... (SNIFFS) ..found Helen's body.
Oh, Jesus.
Where?
Somewhere in the hills.
I still thought she was out there somewhere and was OK.
I can't believe it.
And the cops still think you did it.
I thought she'd just come back and they'd realise
it was a terrible mistake.
Well, don't worry about the cops,
'cause if they haven't got any evidence
their case will just fall apart, love.
You don't know them. They'll do anything to get a conviction.
- (SIGHS) Those poor children. - Mm.
Oh, they'll be devastated.
(SIGHS DEEPLY)
I just can't stop picturing her, lying there all alone,
just rotting.
No, no, no. Now, listen. Listen.
You can't think about her like that, OK?
You have to try and remember her how she was, hmm?
She was such a beautiful person.
(SOBS) She didn't deserve this.
I'm so sorry.
(SIGHS)
(SOBS)
Oh, darling.
Let it out, love.
It's alright. Let it out.
- Fucking lagger. - Dog.
PRISONER: Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof!
Mr Jackson!
How's Allie?
She's, uh, critical, but stable.
|...| need to see the governor.
|...| want to go to the hospital.
Bea, you know that's not gonna happen.
(QUIETLY) Yeah.
(SOBS)
So, it's true. You guys together?
I swear to you, she wouldn't do this to herself.
Can you check the CCTV? Get the governor to check the CCTV?
- We have. - And?
Nothing.
W... what? Really? What does that mean?
Just stay calm, OK? We'll figure it out.
(PANTS)
(SIGHS)
(SOMBRE MUSIC)
That's all I can tell you.
Your clothes.
For the trial tomorrow.
Well, clearly you have something else to say
or you wouldn't have delivered them yourself.
I'm just looking forward to seeing justice prevail.
Hmm.
How's Novak?
Saw that little commotion in the corridor earlier.
Very, very messy.
She's in hospital.
Once an addict, always an addict.
Still, doesn't look very good for your statistics, does it?
I'll whip things into shape
once I'm back in the governor's chair.
That is never going to happen.
You're right about one thing, Vera.
Justice will prevail.
- (BEA GRUNTS) - Fuck!
Fuck!
- Argh! - (BEA GRUNTS)
Oh! Fuck!
Oh, fuckin' get the fuck off!
- You fuck... - Get off me!
Fuck you! Get the fuck off me!
(SCREECHES)
(BEA PANTS)
(EERIE MUSIC)
Oh, what the fuck?
(BEA GASPS)
- (KAZ PANTS) - (BEA GROANS)
What the fuck?!
You got a screw to help you, yeah?
- What?! - I saw you talking to Smiles.
I was fucking asking about Allie.
(SOBS) You tried to kill Allie!
You don't want us to be together.
You couldn't handle us being happy.
You are fucking insane.
I never touched her.
(SNIFFLES)
Fuck.
(BEA SOBS)
I love her too.
(WEEPS)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)
(DOOR OPENS)
BEA: How's Allie?
I'll let you know once we've got news.
What happened to you?
It was Proctor. I just treated her.
She's gone back to her unit.
Was this about Novak?
Did you find out who did that to Allie?
We're investigating the overdose.
She was given a hot shot. She didn't do that to herself.
How do you know that?
She promised me and... and I believe her.
RADCLIFFE: She'll need to stay in medical overnight.
- There's a possible concussion. - Oh, fuck!
She didn't OD.
Someone did this to her.
I'm doing everything I can and so are the doctors.
(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)
(MONITOR BEEPS INTERMITTENTLY)
(MELANCHOLY MUSIC CONTINUES)
REPORTER: And today, the trial of the former
Wentworth Correctional Centre governor begins.
Joan Ferguson stands accused of a host of serious charges.
The trial is expected to last several weeks
and will be an embarrassment to the correctional department.
Thanks. You can just wait out there.
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
What's happened?
I think whoever wiped that CCTV
was protecting a drug deal with Novak.
We're testing and searching all the staff.
Once you've submitted your test, you can take over.
But... (SCOFFS) ..I'm deputy.
Mm, I'm governor, and I'm doing it.
- They found anything? - Ms Miles's locker's clean.
Oh, alright. Keep me informed.
Mr Jackson will be in charge.
They're doing urine tests.
What about the other night? That'|| still be in our systems.
- We'll be fine by now. - If it's not, we're fucked!
I'll sweet-talk Radcliffe. Get her to lose our samples.
She's desperate for a piece of me.
See? Don't worry about it.
You're up.
Hey. Um, I need a favour.
I've had a couple of big nights lately
and just wanna keep it on the DL.
Was hoping you could maybe lose my sample.
(SCOFFS) Why would I do that?
Because I'd be very grateful.
(TENSE MUSIC)
- (BEEPING) - (DOOR UNLOCKS)
I have a good feeling about today.
(DARK MUSIC)
My condolences about Allie.
Let's call her collateral damage, hmm?
Ferguson!
You freak! You freak!
No. No!
- That'|| do, Smith. Back in. - No. You don't understand.
- It was her! - Come on.
- She did it! - That'|| do!
I'll see you in court, you fucking psycho!
No!
Can't you just try the hospital? There might be an update.
Oi. Anyone home?
I've told you. There's no news.
I asked to see Mr Jackson. Where is he?
- I don't know. I'm not his P.A. - Can you find out?
I've got a job to do.
Oh, for fuck's sake. I don't need a shrink.
- Heard you're in the wars. - Yeah, I need to see Mr Jackson.
- He's on his way. - Good.
Is there any news about Allie?
She's still in a critical condition.
- She's going to be OK, yeah? - Yeah.
Soon as I hear anything, Bea, I'll let you know.
Right, but in the meantime, if you need me, you call out, OK?
Yeah.
- You wanted see me? - Yeah.
- (HANDCUFFS CLINK) - Is this necessary?
I thought it was Kaz who gave Allie that hot shot,
but it wasn't, it was Ferguson.
- Ferguson was locked in medical. - No.
She told me she did it.
- Why would she do that? - Why do you think?
Because I'm testifying against her.
- What proof do you have? - She told me to my face.
Do you see what this means?
She's not planning on coming back.
She's got something planned for the outside.
Look, I know this sounds crazy, but I think that I can stop her.
How?
I just need to make one phone call.
You're confined to medical. I can't let you out of here.
Please! It's just one call.
Please.
(PANTS) Mr Jackson?
Mr Jackson, please!
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
- KAPLAN: Come in. - Thanks.
Hi, Liz.
Sonia told me they found Helen's body.
It should have been the breakthrough we needed.
But according to Forensics,
there's no corroborating evidence
linking it back to Sonia.
What if she didn't do it?
- Can I show you something? - Yeah.
-Now, it's quite confronting, -Mm.
But I just want you to understand
what we're dealing with, OK?
- Oh, God. - OK?
Helen was struck on the head and then strangled.
According to Forensics, her head was shaved,
she was taken to the middle of nowhere
and dumped like a bag of rubbish.
Oh, God.
Why did they shave her head?
But why would Sonia do any of this? 'Cause she's sick.
We're dealing with a cold, calculating killer.
Now, I've got evidence
linking Helen's body to the boot of her car.
I've got her blood at Sonia's house.
All I need is one more piece of evidence and I can clinch this.
I can put her away for life, Liz.
But I need your help.
How?
(INHALES) Well...
...if you make a statement and testify
that Sonia privately confessed to the murder
of her best friend and her husband,
we can get a conviction.
- You want me to lie for you? - Nuh.
- I don't want you to lie. - You do.
If we don't do something, she'll get away with murder.
Liz, I wouldn't ask you to do this
unless I was 100% certain she's pure evil.
Now, if you do this...
...you'll be free.
She'll be locked away for life, and that's it, it's over.
When you're on parole, we could go somewhere.
Somewhere nice.
Hey?
(UNEASY, PENSIVE MUSIC)
(CHUCKLES)
(SNORTS) You've been...
You've been playing me this whole friggin' time.
- Oh, no. - Was this all part of the plan?
A little bit of flirting
and a couple of free friggin' cupcakes and coffee,
and she'll do whatever I want.
Well, mate, you can think again.
- I thought we were a team. - No, no. Sonia is devastated.
And you are persecuting an innocent woman.
So, from now on, mate, you can count me out.
- Liz, please... - No!
We're done. Guard.
(SNIFFLES)
(SOBS)
OK, give us a minute, please.
- Yeah. - WILL: Thanks.
(EXHALES)
WILL: That's a contraband.
Get rid of that when you get sent back to your unit, please.
- One call, right? - Thank you.
(PHONE RINGING TONE)
- Franky. - BEA: Franky, it's Bea.
Ferguson's left for court, but there's something going down.
- You sure? - She tried to kill Allie.
She admitted to it.
She thinks she's not coming back.
Oh, shit. Shayne didn't turn up for community service today.
I've been trying to get hold of him.
What if he's taking the fall for Ferguson?
No, he's not on the witness list. I checked.
Who is?
Uh, quite a load of people.
Uh, you, Vera, Nils Jesper, Fletch.
It's Jesper. They were using Shayne to get to him.
How?
- Is he called today? - Yeah, he's first up.
BEA: Without him, they don't have a case.
You need to find Shayne. He's our only link to Ferguson.
Alright, I'm on it.
(PANTS)
- Where's Shayne? - I dunno.
- Is he here? - Fuckin' hell, man.
I told him to ask before he borrows my wheels.
- It's your red Commodore, yeah? - Yeah.
(PHONE RINGS)
(PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)
(PHONE CLICKS)
- SHAYNE: Stop hassling me. - It's OK. You're not in trouble.
I just want to talk. I'll buy you a coffee.
- I'm busy. - Busy where?
Mate, you're not at the courthouse, are ya?
- I'm turning my phone off. - Shayne, I just...
- (SIGHS) - (PHONE RINGS)
He's not at Ferguson's house, and I reckon he's at the court.
(SIGHS)
Franky, you've got to go to the police. Tell them everything.
No, if I get the cops involved, they'll arrest him.
You can't protect him anymore.
If I can find him, I can stop him.
- Please go to the police! - No, trust me, I'll find him.
(TYRES SKID)
(TENSE ELECTRONICA)
DOREEN: I don't know what to do, Liz.
LIZ: What are you worried about?
DOREEN: I hate... just Josh being far away.
LIZ: Oh, Dor!
Why don't you go have a talk to Ms Bennett?
Put in for a transfer.
- What, to Perth? - Yeah.
You don't have long till parole and you got a pretty good case.
- (QUIETLY) Yep. - Yeah.
I'll think about it. Thanks, Liz.
LIZ: Bea, you OK?
The screws said you might have concussion.
No, I'm fine.
-Is there any news from the hospital? -No.
Smiles is escorting me for an appointment later.
- I'll see if I can visit. - Oh, thanks.
Hey, look, I'm sorry, everyone.
I... I'm gonna lie down. Doctor's orders.
Oh, that's alright, love.
- Um, I need to ask a favour. - LIZ: Yeah?
- My hair has started to fall out... - Oh, Max.
...and I think it might be time to shave it off.
LIZ: Wow.
DOREEN: Yeah, well, we'll help you with that, eh?
LIZ: Yeah, I can knit you a new tea-cosy
to wear till it grows back, love.
- Great. - (ALL LAUGH)
Alright, well, who wants to do the honours?
Uh, me... me? I'll... Me?
- DOREEN: Aww. - Good on ya, Booms.
- Go, Booms. - BOOMER: Alright. Uh...
- So I'll just chuck this on you? - Yeah.
- Right. - That's it.
- (CLIPPERS BUZZ) - Ooh! Don't take my ear off.
No. Um, how... how do I do it?
- I'll show you. - Yeah?
Oh, what? Really?
OK. Tilt. Just slightly.
- OK. - SONIA: Lovely.
(CLIPPERS BUZZ)
(UNSETTLING MUSIC)
Some religions believe hair is pure adornment.
Stripping someone of their hair...
...is a sign of surrender...
...and humility.
(DARK MUSIC)
But it can also be...
...a rebirth.
BOOMER: You've done this before, eh?
I've already told the other lady
I'm not a relative, I'm just a friend.
Yeah, I'm just calling to find out how she is.
Why the fuck should that matter?!
- I'm still her friend. - (CALL DISCONNECTS)
Hello?
(SIGHS)
(DOOR OPENS)
You were right.
- What did Sonia say? - Nothing.
She's been playing me this whole time and I can see that now.
(|_Iz SIGHS)
Poor Helen and her kids.
It's bloody awful.
- They deserve justice. - Hm.
So you'll make a statement?
Just tell me what to say.
(SIGHS)
- Thank you. - (SIGHS)
You're doing the right thing.
(SAD, GENTLE MUSIC)
(MONITOR BEEPS INTERMITTENTLY, LIFE SUPPORT PUMPS AIR)
(SAD, GENTLE MUSIC CONTINUES)
REPORTER: Thanks, Helen. We are outside court
awaiting the imminent arrival
of former Wentworth governor Joan Ferguson.
Today the prosecution's star witness
is expected to claim that Miss Ferguson paid him
to facilitate the murder of Harry Smith,
husband of notorious Wentworth inmate Bea Smith,
as well as the attempted murder
of former prison officer Matthew Fletcher.
(REPORTERS CLAMOUR)
MALE REPORTER: Give us a quote, Ms Ferguson! Joan!
- Joan! Joan! - (REPORTERS CLAMOUR)
FEMALE REPORTER: Joan, how are you feeling about today?
Are you feeling confident?
(CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICK, REPORTERS SHOUT)
FEMALE REPORTER: Joan, can we get a comment, please?
(CHILLING MUSIC)
MALE REPORTER 2: Taking into consideration
you're ex-governor of the prison, how do you feel today?
(CLAMOURING CONTINUES)
(TENSE MUSIC)
MAN: Look, we're gonna want to cut back to here.
How long do you think this is gonna be?
(BREATH ES HEAVILY)
Get off me. Fuckin' let go!
You wanna push off, be my guest!
There are cops around the corner and they'll come runnin'.
- What the fuck you doin' here? - I wanted to see Aunty Joan.
It's too late. She's inside, so get outta here.
You can't tell me what to do, Franky.
Alright, I'll take ya home myself. Come on.
- (COCKS GUN) - Fuck!
(PANTS)
I've got a message, Shayne.
Just put it away before someone sees ya.
I'm gonna use it. I swear.
I believe ya.
But just put it away so we can talk.
You fucking used me, Franky.
Well, what's Ferguson doin' right now, huh?
What's she makin' you do? Commit murder? For what?
She doesn't deserve to be in jail.
What's she tellin' you?
That this is for some noble fuckin' cause?
She manipulated you. That's what she does.
She fuckin' got in your head and fucked you up.
That's crap. You're just like the cops, makin' shit up.
- She doesn't care about you. - What the fuck would you know?!
- She doesn't care about anyone. - Shut up!
(WEEPS) You don't know shit. Fuckin' lawyer bitch!
You people killed my mum.
You put me in ten different foster homes.
- I know all about foster homes. - We're not the same, Franky.
No, we're not, because you haven't crossed that line yet.
I did and I went to prison for a long time.
Trust me, you don't want that. It nearly killed me.
-Shut up. -You use that gun today and we are the same.
Shut the fuck up, Franky!
You reckon your mum would want to see you like this?
You reckon your mum would let you kill someone?
You don't know shit.
She'd do everything to stop you, because you're not a killer.
But you pull that trigger and everything changes.
(SOBS)
This is where you decide who you are.
Just put it down.
Just put it down, Shayne, please!
Just put it down, mate.
- Come on. - (SOBS)
(WEEPS)
(SHAYNE SOBS)
FRANKY: I got ya. It's OK.
It's OK.
Hey, I want you to get in your car and get out of here.
I'll take the gun and meet you back at the house, OK?
- I'm going to be in trouble. - No, you're not.
I'll clear it with community services, don't you worry.
I'm proud of ya.
You're good.
Now go, go on.
Go on.
(SNIFFLES)
(EXHALES REPEATEDLY)
(GUN'S SAFETY CATCH CLICKS)
(CLEARS THROAT)
(SNIFFLES)
(PHONE BUZZES)
(ENGINE REVS SHARPLY)
(TYRES SCREECH)
MAN: Get the fuck out of the car!
(SHOUTS) Hey, what the fuck's goin' on out there?
- (THUDDING) - Hey, what's happening?
(DARK MUSIC)
POLICE DISPATCHER: VKC to City 6-1-0.
The Walford prisoner's transfer is unresponsive.
I repeat, they are unresponsive.
OK.
(HANGS UP PHONE)
Nils Jesper's brawler has gone missing.
What do you mean, gone missing?
It left Walford and never turned up at the courthouse.
Jesus Christ!
If Jesper's not found, they don't have a case.
The others are just corroborating witnesses.
OK, let's see what the police turn up.
(EXHALES) Thanks for letting me know.
That's not why I called you here.
Your medical test returned positive
for Class A drugs.
Did you supply Allie Novak?
- You really think I'd do that? - I had to ask.
You were the only officer to return a positive test.
(SIGHS) OK. Ah, yes.
I did take something, but it was a while ago.
- OK, it's a one-off. - Mm. Right. But it was there.
And it registered.
So now I have no choice
but to suspend you pending an investigation.
- What? - I'm sorry, Will.
You can finish your shift, then I have to notify the department.
- (TYRES SCREECH) - (WHISPERS) Fuck.
(DOOR OPENS)
(LOW, UNSETTLING MUSIC)
(MUSIC FADES)
- (DOORS CLANG) - Who the fuck are you?
(GUNSHOTS ECHO)
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
(FLAMES CRACKLE)
(DARK ROCK MUSIC)
PRISONER: How are you feeling? Are you feeling alright?
- I'm fine. I'm OK. - PRISONER: Yeah? Fantastic!
(SNIFFLES)
- Booms, you OK? - Mm.
Yep. (CLEARS THROAT)
Just onions or some... (SNIFFLES) ..somethin', eh?
Maxine's going to be fine, you know.
You don't know that.
Oh, she's got a lot to live for.
Especially now, eh? With a bub.
Darl, what's the matter?
- Nuh. (WEEPS) - What?
I'm not pregnant.
Oh, frig, Booms, I'm so sorry.
Just act normal, alright?
Just act normal 'cause I don't want Maxie to be upset.
Alright, then. Blow your nose, wipe your eyes.
- Off we go. - Yeah. (SNIFFLES)
- Hey, what's the hold-up? - Piss off, Tina.
Are you gonna take Bea's place or what?
- We had a deal, remember? - Just leave me alone.
Step up before someone else does.
She's right. You should do this.
I don't want to do this.
Let somebody step up if they want to.
The women need a leader, and they want you.
BEA ON PHONE: Uh, yes, I want an update
on a patient by the name of Allie Novak.
Yes, I... I'm her sister.
Thank you.
(PHONE BEEPS AND DISCONNECTS)
Oh, fuck!
(BREATH ES HEAVILY)
- (RETCHES) - (REPORTERS CLAMOUR)
MALE REPORTER: Are you happy with what happened?
What about the outcome?
FEMALE REPORTER: How are you feeling today?
VERA: Nils Jesper has been found dead.
-Jesus Christ! -Without him, they don't have a case.
Ferguson's charges will have to be dropped.
WILL: So, Bea was right. Ferguson was up to something.
This was her plan all along. Getting into general.
Finding someone who could help her. She made this happen.
She's gonna come after your job, Vera.
I know.
Oh, Well.
Looks like you did me a favour.
Thanks for nothing.
What's up with Jackson?
He returned a positive drug test.
He's been suspended, and you'll be acting deputy governor.
Come with me.
(LOW, OMINOUS MUSIC)
Please complete the paperwork as quickly as possible.
I have things to do.
Shayne was a backup plan.
The real hit was someone else.
It was too risky trusting a kid, even for Ferguson.
And every one of us who's crossed her,
we're all in danger.
(WHISPERS) Fuck.
(BREATH ES HEAVILY)
She's already started.
From what you told me, Allie sounds like a real fighter.
Yeah, she is.
You'd like her.
- Don't give up on her, OK? - No.
(SIGHS) No.
No, she's, er...
She's...
(SIGHS)
I've never felt like this before.
(CHUCKLES)
- It's nice. - WILL: Bea.
Er, I need you to come with me.
Why?
We should talk somewhere else.
Just tell me.
Um, there's... there's news from the hospital.
I've arranged a, er... a phone call with Miss Miles.
(LOCK BEEPS)
It's Jackson. Put it through.
Maxine's with her.
Hello?
- They've let us in to see her. - Can she hear me?
MAXINE: Yeah.
BEA: Allie?
Allie, it's me.
(SIGHS)
Beautiful, you can wake up now, OK?
You're stronger than this. You know that.
I want you to stop messing around and wake up, OK?
Just wake up.
Please wake up.
She's developed this thing
called acute respiratory syndrome.
She can't breathe on her own.
(WHIMPERS) Uh...
W-What are you... what are you saying?
I'm so sorry, Bea.
The doctor said there's nothing they can do.
(WEEPS)
Fuck.
It's so unfair.
(SNIFFLES)
Allie...
It's gonna be OK.
You just fly.
You be free.
You go and find Debbie and you look after her.
And you wait for me.
(WHISPERS) You wait.
(WEEPS QUIETLY)
I love you, beautiful girl.
(PHONE CLATTERS ON TABLE)
(SNIFFLES)
Governor?
I need to speak to you.
If you want to trap Ferguson, we've got one last chance.
Now, I don't know how she got out of that holding cell,
but it was Ferguson who gave Allie that hot shot.
- There is no way. - She did it to get to me.
She told me herself.
But Allie's not gonna wake up,
so that makes it murder.
Do you have any evidence?
- But I could get it. - How?
All I need from you is access to her.
Then I can provoke her, get details
and record her with this.
You know I can't do that. Give me the phone.
And you know once Ferguson is released, we're all in the shit.
This is our only chance.
She'll be surrounded by officers until she leaves,
she'll make sure of it.
Just get me to her.
Just the two of us.
('SLIP THE LEASH' BY JESS RIBEIRO)
- (PRISONERS CHEER) - PRISONER: You beauty!
SONG: ♪ Let us forget a while
♪ All our petty woes
♪ Oh, did you know
♪ That you and I
♪ We create the night... ♪
How's Allie?
Yeah, everything's gonna be OK.
Great.
So you took the job?
(SIGHS) Um...
Got drafted.
Don't let 'em down.
I won't.
♪ All you have to do
♪ Is take a risk
♪ And slip the leash
♪ Slip the leash
♪ Take yourself away
♪ It's all running from their eyes
♪ It's a state of mind
♪ Standing here in the dark
♪ Silver glitter golden
♪ Will you come outside tonight?
♪ I dare you
♪ Slip the leash, slip the leash
♪ Slip the leash
♪ Take yourself away... ♪
- You ready? - Yes.
Got the phone?
- (EXHALES) - (LOCK BEEPS)
Joan Ferguson's ready for release, Governor.
Would you give us a moment, Mr Stewart?
Thank you.
Hmm.
You can't intimidate me.
All the things you've done don't make you powerful.
They make you sick.
I'll let you keep the badge
as a memento.
- (BEEPING) - (DOOR UNLOCKS)
See you all soon.
(LOW, UNSETTLING MUSIC)
Out of my way.
(SCOFFS)
Are you scared?
What's it like?
Hmm? Knowing you're gonna die.
You're being very stupid.
Is your chest tight?
Heart pumping in your ears?
Fight or flight?
This is it, Freak.
This is for every life you've taken or fucked over.
Yeah, what was that girl's name at Blackmoore? Jianna? Mm.
Simmo, Jodie.
Allie.
(BEA SIGHS)
I'm gonna finish this.
(BEA GRUNTS)
Oh! (GASPS)
(BEA PANTS)
(SERENE ELECTRONIC MUSIC)
(BEA GRUNTS)
No! No!
Fuck!
(SQUELCHING)
(BEA PANTS WEAKLY)
(WHISPERS HOARSELY) You want it.
(SQUELCHING)
(BEA GASPS)
(BEA CHUCKLES)
(WHISPERS) I win.
(SERENE MUSIC CONTINUES)
- (DOOR OPENS) - WILL: Bea?
(MUSIC FADES)
Bea?
Drop the knife!
Bea?!
Drop the fucking knife!
We need help here!
Oh, Bea? Fuck!
(WEAPON CLATTERS ON GROUND)
WILL: Oh, f... Oh, fuck, Bea.
Christ, what have you done, Bea?
Bea, listen to me. Bea, listen to me.
Stay awake. Bea? Stay awake.
Bea? Bea, we've got an ambulance coming.
Can you... can you hear me?
(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)
(LIFE SUPPORT MACHINE WHEEZES)
WILL: Bea?
- (MACHINE BEEPS RAPIDLY) - It's gonna be OK.
(LONG, CONTINUOUS FLATLINE BEEP)
Need the defib now.
Get me a milligram of adrenaline, now!
WILL: Please, listen to me. Bea, listen to me, please.
(VOICE FADES) Stay awake, OK? Can you hear me?
Stay awake. Bea, stay with me.
Where's that fucking ambulance?!
(INDISTINCT, MUFFLED VOICES OVERLAP)
(DEFIBRILLATOR BEEPS RAPIDLY)
(DEFIBRILLATOR DISCHARGES)
(SERENE MUSIC CONTINUES)
VERA: Put pressure on the stomach.
(MUFFLED VOICES CONTINUE)
(DEFIBRILLATOR BEEPS RAPIDLY)
(DEFIBRILLATOR DISCHARGES)
(DEFIBRILLATOR BEEPS RAPIDLY)
(LONG, CONTINUOUS FLATLINE BEEP)
(FLATLINE BEEP CONTINUES)
- (DEFIBRILLATOR DISCHARGES) - (SHORT, INTERMITTENT BEEPS)
(INTERMITTENT BEEPS CONTINUE)
(BEEPING CONTINUES)
(BEEPING FADES)