(REFLECTIVE MUSIC)
BEA: I'm not gay.
ALLIE: I don't care what you are.
FERGUSON: What does it feel like, Vera,
to finally have everything you've ever wanted?
ALLIE: You care about me.
SHAYNE: I'll do it.
(SOBS)
VERA: Your medical test returned positive for Class A drugs.
FERGUSON: How much do you need?
JAKE: What do I have to do for it?
ALLIE: Hey, did you know that seahorses like to swim in pairs?
They link tails so they don't lose each other.
(SCREAMS)
MAXINE: I'm so sorry, Bea.
The doctors said there's nothing they can do.
I love you, beautiful girl.
If you want to trap Ferguson, we've got one last chance.
Allie's not going to wake up, so that makes it murder.
Do you have any evidence?
All I need from you is access to her.
Then I can provoke her, get details
and record her with this.
I'm gonna finish this.
(WHISPERS) I win!
(MONITOR DRONES)
('LAURA' BY BAT FOR LASHES)
SONG: ♪ You say that they've all left you behind
♪ Your heart broke when the party died
♪ Drape your arms around me and softly say
♪ Can we dance upon the tables again? ♪
Hey. I'm Franky.
Bea?
♪ You can't cry
♪ Get your glad rags on and let's sing along
♪ To that lonely song
♪ You're the train that crashed my heart
♪ You're the glitter in the dark
♪ Ooh, Laura
♪ You're more than a superstar
♪ And in this horror show
♪ I've got to tell you so
♪ Oh, Laura
♪ You're more than a superstar
♪ You say that you're stuck in a pale blue dream
♪ And your tears feel hot on my bedsheets
♪ Drape your arms around me and softly say
♪ Can we dance upon the tables again? ♪
(SOBS)
You look after your mum for us, Deb.
Love you.
♪ Get your glad rags on and let's sing along
♪ To that lonely song
♪ You're the train that crashed my heart
♪ You're the glitter in the dark
♪ Ooh, Laura
♪ You're more than a superstar. ♪
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. ♪
Thanks for organising the plaque, Will.
The epitaph, it's beautiful.
WILL: They were Bee's words.
It's what she used to tell Debbie as a kid.
A sudden death like this
puts things in perspective, doesn't it?
Yeah.
I'm lifting your suspension.
Why?
Now's the time for us to pull together.
You can come back at the start of next week's roster.
That's if you want to come back.
Yes, I do.
- You OK? - You?
Yeah. How's Allie?
Physically she's OK, but...
You know the system's fucked.
Well, not completely.
Look at you.
I got out by the skin of my teeth.
Franky, it let Bea down, OK? But it can be fixed.
Do you really believe that?
In justice? Yeah.
Otherwise, what's the point?
That fuckin' Freak.
(INTENSE MUSIC)
The Crown might be willing to drop the murder charge
if you agree to plead guilty to manslaughter.
She came at me... with a fucking screwdriver.
Joan, you stabbed her multiple times.
Because she wanted me to!
Smith was in a no-prisoner area
and that means there was a conspiracy
involving a member of staff.
Basing your defence on a conspiracy is dangerous.
Only if I'm wrong, which I am not.
Who was it? Which member of staff aided Smith?
VERA: Yeah, I understand that, but...
(SIGHS) Have you spoken to the Ombudsman?
MAN ON PHONE: Obviously I've explained the situation.
Does he have a full appreciation of the situation?
- (KNOCK ON DOOR) - We're on your side.
Yes. Yes.
What action did the police take?
The police questioned my entire staff, sir, as did I.
Well, we're all under pressure.
- I want a solid report. - I'll do my best.
And that's why they pay you the big bucks.
Yeah, not for much longer.
I have until the next board meeting on Friday
to find out who let Smith into no-man's-land.
- That's four days. - Or what?
You're acting governor.
What you need is a scapegoat.
- (SCOFFS) - Someone to pin it on.
Yeah, I know what it is.
People at the top do it all the time.
- It's smart management. - Really? Sounds a bit unethical.
The sooner she's transferred, the better.
She's not being transferred - with new charges pending,
she has to be accessible to the courts.
Well, what about the deal Smith made with the prosecution?
Yeah, any deal Bea made died with her.
On top of that, Ferguson's lawyer has petitioned
to have her released back into General.
- Bullshit. - Citing human rights abuses.
- Again. - Get the board to fight it.
I did. The Ombudsman overruled it.
Until the matter is tried,
the presumption of innocence applies.
She's not dangerous until the court says she is.
(SIGHS)
How do you think Smith got out there?
No idea.
The only thing I am sure of is that Ferguson
pulled a screwdriver and stabbed her to death.
But that doesn't make any sense.
Well, I don't pretend to understand
the workings of that monster's mind.
LINDA OVER RADIO: Sierra 6 to Sierra 5.
Sierra 5, go ahead.
Officer needs assistance in H1.
Righto, on my way.
Hang in there, Vera.
Remember, none of this is your fault.
(UNEASY MUSIC)
LINDA: Governor...
Police are questioning Ferguson. Now she's claiming self-defence.
- Governor, you've got... - Oh, it's Smith's blood.
(UNEASY MUSIC CONTINUES)
Bea's barely in the ground!
You can't just come in here and tear down her drawings
and erase the last trace of her life like she was nothing!
We're just clearing her cell, Conway.
It's not the bloody Taj Mahal.
- What's going on? - Ms Miles.
The prisoners aren't happy
that we have to clear out Smith's cell.
It's just a sensitive topic, Mr Stewart.
Governor's been very considerate in allowing your memorial wall.
She won't be turning Smith's cell into a shrine.
We don't want a shrine!
No, we just want a bit of time
to be allowed to grieve and heal.
This is a prison, not a health spa.
- Oh, mind your business! - How about some compassion?
- You're fuckin' upsetting Maxie! - Watch your language, Jenkins.
You're too sick to be upset like this.
Could we at least wait till Allie gets back?
You know, delay it for a day or two.
I think that's an excellent compromise, don't you?
- Deputy Governor? - Alright.
We wait until Novak's return and then we clear it.
- Understood? - LIZ: Yes.
- Let's go. - LIZ: Thanks.
- Ohh! - Come on.
Come and sit down.
I just can't stop thinking about Bea.
How desperate she must have been.
I should have been here for her.
If I was here, I could have stopped her.
Oh, love. No, no no.
You know Bea.
Once she had something in her mind, there was no stopping her.
Was there?
You know that.
Sorry about your friend.
Thanks for the flowers, Andy. You're a sweetheart.
- Yeah, no worries. - Cheers, bud.
Hey, pre-sentencing report for Higgins.
So, uh, when do I get to go back to main office?
STRATHAIRN: Aren't I pretty enough for you?
Well, Fessler's got a nicer arse.
Probationary period's over. Here's your performance review.
Check it over.
- Happy? Sign it. - It's glowing, right?
The job's yours permanently, if you want it.
Oh, by the way,
you did a decent job with Higgins's statement of remorse.
Yeah.
And I reckon it helped the victim too.
You gotta read this report, Gidge. Old guy totally wants me.
Hey, I gotta go. I'll see you tonight. 'Bye.
Thank you very much. Grab that...
Oh, crap!
Sorry. Thank you.
Francesca Doyle?
Hey, Mikey!
(SCREAMS)
- Um... - Wait.
Sorry, I have to, um...
Can we, um... Do... do you wanna grab a coffee?
What?
- You know, just... - No, I...
I can't be near you. It's a breach of my parole.
I understand that, but it's...
I can't talk. I'm sorry.
MIKE: I was... I was angry for a long time.
I mean, it cost me my career.
Who wants to look at this on their TV?
It's a little too much reality.
I'm so sorry, Mike.
I was so messed up back then.
Yeah, no, I...| knew that.
Or why else would I, like, push your buttons?
It's fuckin' reality TV. You need drama.
And it was great.
Loved it, the ratings.
I think about what I did to you all the time,
and how much I fucked up your life.
I mean, I went to some dark places. (LAUGHS)
But it just made me think - made me realise
what a monumental prick I'd been. (LAUGHS)
(CHUCKLES)
Uh, what is that... that?
Oh, it's a kite.
It means freedom.
Freedom.
JAKE: Governor wants a word.
FERGUSON: We need the proof that Bea Smith was trying to kill me.
JAKE: And how are WE going to get that? Smith's dead.
FERGUSON: She would have told her plan
to one of her pathetic friends.
I'll take care of them. You concentrate on her.
Vera?
She's involved. I'm certain of it.
She let Smith out to get to me.
Trust me, Vera's the key.
Vera's part of a plot to ambush and kill you?
You'd be amazed what a seemingly respectable corrections officer
will do, given the right incentive.
(DOOR LOCK BEEPS)
Just 'cause you fuck her doesn't mean you know her.
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
Governor.
VERA: Thank you, Mr Stewart. You can leave.
Jesper's murder.
That was a lucky break.
Not so Bea Smith's.
Are you sure you know what you're doing, Joan?
You and I both know that I acted in self-defence.
What makes you think the women won't kill you for it?
They've never been more afraid of me than they are right now.
I'd say they wouldn't dare touch me
for fear of suffering the same fate.
I could find a reason to slot you.
But you won't.
Smith had help from someone
with a vested interest in seeing me not walk free
and I believe that someone was you, Governor.
What's that?
It's a statement recording
my offer of protection and your refusal,
absolving me and the prison of any responsibility
should anything unfortunate befall you.
And if I don't sign?
I'll have you forcibly put into isolated protection
and I'll deal with your fucking lawyers later.
H5 has a spare cell. You'll be placed there in the morning.
I also suggest you put on the teal.
Don't think I'll be here that long.
Unfortunately.
(FRAN KY READS) "Always demonstrates a winning attitude
"and consistently exceeds expectation.
"Her proficiency in data analysis
"is only surpassed by her excellent communication skills."
Ohh! Ohh!
- (LAUGHS) - You're a cunning linguist.
- You're a dirty bird! - (LAUGHS)
Red or white, darling?
- Oh, stick with red, eh? - Cab sav? Pinot?
Oh, hang on. Shiraz.
I saw Mike Pennisi today.
At the cafe where I get my lunch.
Shit.
Did he see you?
We grabbed a coffee together.
You what?
It was... it was fine.
Franky, that's a breach of your parole.
What, and back staying with you isn't?
- Well, what if he reports you? - He won't. He was...
He was good.
You know, it helped us, Gidge.
I feel like a weight's been lifted.
I feel free.
MAN OVER P.A.: Attention, all staff.
Available officer to Admissions for escort.
(WOMEN SHOUT INDISTINCTLY)
- DOREEN: The thimble. - LIZ: Thimble? What are you?
DOREEN: Alright, Sonia's...
Hey, look who's back! Oh, darlin'!
Oh, lovey, it's good to have you back with us.
Hey.
It's good to see you, Allie.
How are you feeling?
- Yeah. - Yeah?
Come here.
LIZ: We were so worried about you, weren't we?
Allie!
Thank God you're back.
I'm so sorry about Bea, kiddo.
Ferguson's just been put back into General.
- DOREEN: What? - Some bureaucratic bullshit.
Bullshit's frickin' right!
But she will never get close to you.
You'll always be protected. Isn't that right?
- Oh, yeah. - Yes.
Thanks, guys.
I just need some time alone, if that's OK.
You take all the time you need, love.
(SOBS)
(PHONE BUZZES)
Hello?
Francesca?
It's... it's Mike. Pennisi.
- Are you there? - How'd you get this number?
It... it was so great talking to you yesterday.
I was hoping we could, um, meet for another coffee.
Mike, it was terrific seeing you, but, um...
...unfortunately we can't do that again.
Why not?
Because it's a parole violation.
Well, that didn't seem to bother you yesterday.
Yeah, well, like I said, it was great seeing you...
You know, seeing you was great, but we can't.
It was a one-off.
Right. Well, maybe we could just chat over the phone.
No.
No, I'm really sorry, but just please don't call me again.
(PHONE BEEPS)
Hey, Mr Strathairn, can I talk to you about...
Subpoena for the Begley file.
You've got 20 minutes to get that to the registry.
Yeah, I'm on it.
And then that. One, two.
Time for a smoko, Brenda.
Bring her here.
What's happening?
Same old shit, different day.
Get it over with.
KAZ: You think it's that easy?
I stick your hands in this thing and all is forgiven?
Bea Smith attacked me with a weapon.
I had no choice but to defend...
- (SCREAMS) Shut the fuck up! - And you all know it!
You're going to kill me? Right here, hmm?
In front of everyone?
That's the way things might have gone down in the past.
Not anymore.
From now on, there'|| be
no women committing acts of violence
against women in this prison.
We lost Bea Smith to violence.
You know, the last thing Bea said to me
was "Don't let them down."
I don't plan to.
The violence ends now.
Ferguson's invisible.
No-one so much as talks to her, looks at her,
spits at her or touches her.
She's a ghost.
Doesn't exist.
These are my rules.
Make it known.
(STEAM HISSES)
(UNSETTLING MUSIC)
(INMATES CHATTER)
Someone should fuckin' kill her.
- You heard what Kaz said, Booms. - You want her dead too, Maxie.
Someone's gotta do it.
- MAXIE: Booms. - Booms!
- MAXIE: Booms, please. - Here's the Freak.
Just remember she's a ghost.
BOOMER: I'll make her a fuckin' ghost.
BOOM ER: Fuck!
(ALLIE SCREAMS)
-LIZ: Allie! —DOREENI Oh, Christ.
(SCREECHES)
(INMATES SHOUT)
This is Sierra 8. We have a code blue in the exercise yard.
Go, Allie!
Who's next?
Come on!
MAN ON P.A.: Attention, compound. Attention, compound.
This is a code blue.
All prisoners return to your cells.
VERA: Get out.
- I am slotting you right now. - For what?
You put four prisoners in the medical unit.
You snapped someone's arm.
You would be a more effective manager, Vera,
if you gathered facts before making accusations.
Four prisoners put themselves into medical
when they attacked me without provocation.
Let me guess. Self-defence?
Why don't you ask the officer
on duty in the yard if you don't believe me?
Officer Murphy?
Oh, it's true, Governor.
The other prisoners attacked Ferguson.
- She just defended herself. - Why didn't you step in?
Oh, and get my neck broken? Nah, you don't pay me enough.
Get out.
I warned you this would happen.
If you constantly have to 'defend yourself',
you've proved my point- you have to go into Protection.
No.
Then I can't be responsible for what happens to you.
You have your certificate of absolution. Frame it.
I hope you do die.
I could have been out of your hair.
Now look at the trouble you're in.
So, what are you gonna do about what happened in the yard?
Yeah, you're top dog, right?
You know it was actually Allie and the girls
that attacked Ferguson?
- So you gonna punish Allie? - You gotta take the Freak down.
What Ferguson did to Allie and the others is punishment enough.
LIZ: Ooh, if you wanna stay top dog, Kaz,
it's dangerous to play favourites.
- Yeah, Bea never did. - Well, I'm not Bea.
The days of the top dog bashing women to keep control
are over, Liz.
It will take time to change the way you girls think in here
but I am determined to make that happen.
- LIZ: Changed my thinking. - (LAUGHS) Yeah, good luck.
WOMAN OVER P.A.: Attention, compound. Attention, compound.
Yeah, did you see how they went... (IMITATES EXPLOSION)
Oi, flossy pants, you missed hot dogs.
And a dose of gastro-oesophageal reflux.
I'll survive.
Hey, is Maxie back from hospital yet?
No. Oh, kettle's just boiled, Liz. A cup of tea'd be nice.
Rig htio.
- Not long now, eh? - A week.
Ohh, you've got a lot of stuff to read.
You don't become a success
by leaving everything to chance, Doreen.
I need to be across everything.
Some people think I'm a complete control freak.
Oh, Liz? The Fruitalicious, please.
I am not a lawyer, and I have a blue-chip defence team,
but even I can see their case against me's weak.
You should be rapt. You'll definitely be getting off, then.
Barring any last-minute surprises. Thank you, Liz.
Maxie, hey! How was chemo?
As far as chemo goes, it was fine.
What's up?
I do have some news for you all.
No fuckin' way!
If you try and come in here, I will smash your fuckin' tits in!
Booms! I don't have any tits to smash in, remember?
- Open the door. - No!
You're not coming in here!
You're not gonna pack a fuckin' bag!
I'm not going today. I'm not going until next week.
- What's going on? - Boomer's just a bit upset.
You're not going nowhere.
No, if you leave me, I will go fuckin' boonta, I will!
- Why's she going off? - Maxine's being transferred.
- Where? - Barnhurst.
They're better equipped to facilitate the treatment.
It's only for a couple of months.
(SCREAMS) It's not gonna happen!
LINDA: Do you want me to get the pepper spray?
Why don't you let me talk to her?
Why talk when there's pepper spray, Stevens?
Poke an angry bear and you risk making it angrier.
Susan? Open the door.
BOOMER: Piss off!
I want Maxie to stay.
And I want to come in for a chat. Now open the door.
Well... just you.
Not Maxie.
OK.
BOOMER: It's not bloody fair!
What, to who? You or Maxine?
To both of us! We love each other.
- And you want her to get better? - Well, der!
Then stop being so bloody selfish.
What?
No walls, no bars, open spaces.
If moving to Barnhurst for a spell
improves her chances of getting over the cancer,
then what are you complaining about?
'Cause I just...
I just want Maxie to be here with me.
Of course you do. We all do.
Listen, I know it's hard, losing someone you love.
I lost my best friend. Do you see me carry on like a big baby?
- No. - No.
Because my problems pale in comparison with hers.
She's dead. She don't have no problems.
That's right.
Whereas Maxine's alive.
And where there's life, there's always hope.
It's...
It's just that everyone I love...
...just leaves me.
(BOOMER SNIFFLES)
WOMAN OVER P.A.: Attention, compound. Attention, compound.
All women to report for assigned work duties.
Do you think Bea would want to see you like this?
(SOBS)
I owe it to her.
The only thing taking revenge will do
is earn you a life sentence.
I just don't understand how it happened.
It was... it was like she knew.
Knew what?
What Ferguson did to me.
Allie, Bea claimed you were the victim of a hot shot.
Are you saying that's what happened?
She did know?
Did Bea tell you that?
It seemed like a bogus accusation at the time...
- Fuck. - ..without any proof.
Oh, fuck!
Oh, fuck...
ALLIE: It's true.
Ferguson attacked me in the shower.
She stuck a needle of gear in my neck.
She was being guarded in a locked medical holding cell.
- How did she get out? - You tell me!
Hey, they're all clean. I just haven't emptied it.
FRAN KY: Oh, shit.
Doesn't matter. They can go through all again. (LAUGHS)
You're off with the fairies tonight.
- Am I? - Mmm.
You thinking about Bea?
Yeah.
I know it's a cliché, but time does heal all wounds.
Could have been me.
Nuh.
You always had hope.
And we're alive and we're happy and I'm loving my life.
I'm gonna go to bed early tonight. What about you?
I'll be there soon, yeah?
OK.
Bon appétit, Francesca.
Mr Stewart!
JAKE: See you, guys.
Is everything alright?
Did Ferguson hot-shot Allie Novak in the showers?
What?
I have reason to suspect she did.
Given she was locked
in a medical holding cell at the time,
it suggests that the officer on duty
was in some way was complicit.
I just checked the roster, Jake.
You were watching Ferguson at the time of the attack.
Are you accusing me, Vera?
The shift you're talking about, I had a telephone appointment
with the real estate guy over my microbrewery site.
I swapped with Murphy.
She was watching Ferguson, not me.
I'm...
I'm... I'm just trying to figure out what happened.
It's OK. You're just doing your job.
That you, Linda?
Shit.
So much for the prison smoking ban.
Sorry, Governor.
Novak's apparent overdose.
- What can you tell me about it? - Novak?
You were covering the medical holding cells at the time, yes?
Did you or did you not take over Mr Stewart's shifts?
Ah, yeah, that's right. He asked me to swap with him. Why?
You let Ferguson out of her cell.
What?
You gave her access to the showers to assault Novak.
You then wiped the footage from the hard drive.
No way!
What is your association with Ferguson, Ms Murphy?
- I don't have one. - I don't believe you.
I babysat her when she got here from Sinclair, remember?
Perhaps you got a little too close to her for comfort.
Look, I took a couple of smoko breaks during that shift.
I wasn't watching her the whole time.
How many times have you left your post for a smoko break?
Get back to work!
Francesca!
Ah! That's synchronicity. I was just going to the cafe.
- What's with the photos, Mike? - What photos?
Stop playing games. Are you blackmailing me?
No. God, no. I just wanted your attention, that's all.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
I just think after everything,
you owe me a little bit of your time.
- I can't be seen with you. - Why?
- Because of my face? - Because of the law!
Now, I'm sorry for everything, but we can't do this.
Yeah, I actually don't think you're terribly sorry.
- I gotta go to work. - Hey!
Stay the fuck away from me!
Just fuck off!
STRATHAIRNI Franky!
Yeah.
Erin Begley's affidavit.
You haven't redacted her confidential information.
Shit.
Tell me you haven't lodged this with the Family Court.
- Not yet. - Bloody fix it before you do.
(PHONE BUZZES)
MIKE: Do you think it's that easy?
Do you think you can just ignore me
and tell me to fuck off, Francesca?
(WHISPERS) What do you want from me, Mike?
I want you to understand what you've done.
I want you to understand what it's like to be me.
Well, how am I supposed to do that?
Just give me some of your attention.
We can't have any contact. I told you that.
It's a breach of my parole.
So is not living in your registered address.
You could get in a lot of hot water for that, couldn't you?
You'd go back to jail,
and your prison psych girlfriend, she'd lose her job.
Maybe even her licence to practice.
Mike, please. Listen to me...
No, you listen to me!
You don't think I haven't got
a fuckload more photographs of the two of you?
Your little happy life is about to come crumbling down, Franky.
Mike? Mike?
Ohh.
(DOORBELL CHIMES)
Mike?
Mike, you there?
Please, I just want to apologise.
(SIGHS)
(THuDn
_(YELPS) - (GRUNTS)
(SCREAMS)
(MIKE GRUNTS)
MIKE: Fuck!
(TYPES)
(UNEASY MUSIC)
VERA: Read it.
What's this?
It's a statement.
It says you were negligent on the day of Bea Smith's murder.
You misplaced your swipe card, probably when you were on
one of your unauthorised cigarette breaks.
Smith found that card and used it to enter a restricted area.
- But I didn't lose my card. - Really?
Then how do you explain this?
That's the door Smith used to access no-man's-land,
with your card.
Oh, no, this is rubbish. Someone's set me up.
Well, you can try that excuse with the board,
but I highly doubt it will Work.
Signing this statement's the best outcome for everyone.
I'm not bloody signing that.
Let me explain to you, Ms Murphy,
what will happen if you don't.
The alternative is that I contact the police,
inform them of my suspicion that Ferguson gave Novak a hot shot,
and that you were complicit in the assault.
- That's bullshit. You know it. - Then who wiped the CCTV?
Either way, you are finished at Wentworth.
Leaving your post on multiple occasions?
That alone is a sackable of fence.
You can admit your card went missing,
leave with a reprimand,
continue your corrections career, possibly interstate.
Or you can go out as the central figure
in an attempted murder investigation
with your life and career in tatters.
Ms Miles, would you escort Ms Murphy out?
You OK?
I want you to take over the monitoring of Ferguson.
Righto.
- I've sussed out Vera. - And?
She let Smith out, didn't she?
No.
JAKE: You're wrong, Joan.
I'm 100% certain Vera had nothing to do with it.
(PHONE BEEPS)
Hey, I've been trying to call Fessler
and I can't get through to her.
She's stuck in court all day, fighting a notice of motion.
Hey, look, can I talk to you about something? It's important.
(PHONE RINGS)
Miles Strathairn.
Yeah, yeah. Give me the details.
Yeah, of course.
Yeah, I've heard that before. How old is he?
- Just there. - Yeah. Any record?
Francesca Doyle?
I'm Senior Detective Ansari with the Crime Investigation Unit.
We have a warrant for your arrest
for the murder of Michael Pennisi.
I must inform you that you do not...
I'll call you back.
...anything you say may be given as evidence.
You have the right to communicate with
or attempt to communicate with a friend or relative
to inform that person...
(VOICE ECHOES AND FADES)
(GRIM MUSIC)