Put your principle into good use, then you can help me
get to the bottom of the drug supply.
There is a fucking officer involved.
- There's no officer. - Behold, the 'Green Wall'!
- We're going into business! - You guys got the green light?
We've got a proposition to make to you, Liz.
We want you to come on board as our horticultural expert.
Hey, Ms Westfall.
You know, you promised me. You looked me in the eye.
You said, "I'm not going to try anything anymore."
- I won't do it again. - Get out.
Do you want to touch me? Do you?
(4GRUNTS) _(GASPS)
There's no easy way out for you.
(COUGHS)
FRANKY: I'm gonna get out and you're gonna come with me.
What?
You need to get out and you need to live a happy life.
That's the revenge you get on Ferguson.
You're on.
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. ♪
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
ALLIE: Hey, thanks for smoothing things over with everyone.
FRANKY: That's alright. They were just worried about ya.
Just forget Ferguson. We just gotta get out of here.
I won't grow old in this fucking dump.
- Hey, Marge. - Red's Wall's looking good.
ALLIE: Want some help with your flowers?
Marge? You OK, mate?
- Hey. - Oh, shit!
Marge?
No, no, so she's, like...
She's just, like, sitting there, like, stiff, like a zombie.
- Poor old thing. - I know.
- Plenty of worse ways to go. - Here she comes.
See ya, Marge.
Won't be the same without you, Marge.
- See ya, Marge. - Good on ya, Marge. God bless.
Hey, Mr J, what happened?
Doctor reckons it was a heart attack.
LIZ: Poor old thing.
I don't think she had any family anymore.
She hadn't had a visitor in years.
34 years in this dump.
- Love ya, Marge. - 'Bye, Marge.
FRANKY: Maybe I was right.
Maybe the only way out of here is in a box.
(TOOLS GRIND)
Pick up the pace, everybody!
I want finished prototypes
by the time the regional manager gets here.
(SINISTER MUSIC)
What's the Freak doing here?
INMATE: Hey, that looks good, though.
May I help you?
Quite an impressive little operation you have here.
Thank you. The Governor's been very supportive.
Ah.
What do you want, Joan?
I have a proposition for you.
(SOFTLY) I'll scratch your back...
Now why would you imagine
that I would risk bringing your contraband through my workshop?
I understand you have your business, Joan,
but I won't have you ruining mine.
You're assuming you have a choice.
This workshop is my domain,
so I acknowledge your offer
and I respectfully decline.
Hey!
-Hey- -Hey-
- Hey, did you sleep alright? - Yeah.
- Oh, you just look a bit... - Oh, no, I'm fine.
- Just tired? - Oh, I just need some caffeine.
Oh, OK.
Listen, Mr Jackson just called me.
Poor Marge died this morning.
- Oh! - Yeah, natural causes.
- Oh, that's terrible. - Yeah.
Look, she didn't have many close friends,
but some of the women might want grief counselling,
especially if it gets them out of work.
Oh. Right.
Hope you're ready for a busy day.
- Have you seen 'Superman II'? - No.
Lex Luthor escapes prison with a hot-air balloon.
(LAUGHS) We should do that.
Or what about really tall stilts?
Mm, but can you run in stilts?
I can run in stilettos.
(LAUGHS)
(MELANCHOLY GUITAR MUSIC)
It has to be an officer supplying the drugs.
This is how we'll stop them.
I can't authorise a CSDS search without evidence.
Well, don't you want to undermine Ferguson?
Channing is here tomorrow for the workshop inspection
and the last thing I need him thinking
is that I can't control my staff.
You know how expensive it is to call them in.
You know what it does to staff morale.
All I care about is protecting the women.
I need proof, and I'm sorry, Will,
but your gut instinct isn't evidence.
(TOOLS GRIND)
INMATE: Oi, can you chuck us another hammer?
- What do you want? - A job.
- Ha-hah! No fuckin' way! - It's not up to you.
Fuckin' oath it is, 'cause I'm the boss.
Yeah, for real, so piss off.
- Is there a problem, Susan? - Yeah, there is.
This fat slag here thinks she can just walk in
and, like, get a job.
(BOOMER LAUGHS)
So, you put me in a wheelchair and then come and ask for a job.
That's novel.
Well, I've got heaps of welding experience.
Yeah, welding your fat mouth round blokes' dicks!
- I'm a dyke. - Show some decorum, ladies.
I'll work really hard.
You know, I'll do whatever you want.
And I'm... Well...
I'm sorry.
Well, that's a very quick turnaround.
Not the least suspicious.
(SIGHS) Oh, I don't know.
It's up to you, Susan.
(SIGHS)
SONIA: But, um...
...I'm sure you can find something fun for her to do.
(MOODY ELECTRONIC MUSIC)
Come on, put your back into it.
(CHUCKLES)
Well done, Susan.
- Oh. Hi, Allie. - Hi.
Glad I caught you. I heard about poor Marge.
Thought you might like to come in for a chat.
Um...
Oh, no, I'm OK. I didn't really know her.
Right.
I saw you with, um, Franky...
...earlier.
You seem to be getting along really well.
Yeah.
This place can really mess with your head,
you know, especially when you're vulnerable.
I think it's probably best not to...
Well, not to...
...not to cross any boundaries at the moment.
What are you talking about?
Just when you've had feelings for someone and you lose them,
a common mistake is
to throw yourself into another relationship,
which is not a solution at all.
OK, thanks.
Well, if you ever need to talk in-depth more,
you know where I am, OK.
(SIGHS)
(SOFTLY) Jesus, Bridget.
(DOOR LOCK BLEEPS)
(STEAM HISSES)
- This gonna take much longer? - Why? You got somewhere to be?
Do I sense an impending visit from the regional manager?
Vera seems to be in an awful panic
to get everything looking shipshape.
Just get back to work.
It's not the machinery they should be inspecting,
it's her appalling leadership skills.
Maybe they should have a look at yours while they're at it.
Shut up, Ferguson.
I'll walk you out.
I wonder how much longer she can cling on.
The conveyor belt in the laundry.
What about it?
Well, it's gotta lead to a - I don't know -
loading dock or something, right?
Yeah, which'|| be guarded and need a swipe card.
Well, have you ever been out there?
- No. - So, worth checking out, right?
Yeah, alright. I'll get Smiles to let us in.
OK, cool. What if she asks questions?
She won't. But if she does, just say you want me.
Yeah, alright. That's good.
She reckons we're fucking anyway.
- What? Why? - Oh, I dunno.
She gave me some weird lecture
about not getting involved on the rebound.
I don't know. Come on. Let's go get Smiles.
You check the yard, I'll check the corridor.
- I'll meet you at lunch. - OK.
(SOLEMN MUSIC)
- Do you want a hand? - Nuh.
Franky...
Please.
I'm not fucking Allie.
I would not do that to you.
Smiles. Smiles!
- What's Allie doing? - Is she scoring?
I need a favour. Franky and I need to get into the laundry.
Could be Smiles bringing the gear in.
She'd do anything if there's money in it.
And there it is.
- Jesus! - What the fuck?
- Did you just score off Linda? - (SCOFFS) No.
But I thought you weren't doing that shit anymore.
- I'm not! - So why did you give her money?
Why?
Don't you fucking protect her.
We know one of the officers is bringing it in.
Hey, only one officer ever gave me a hit and it wasn't Smiles.
Who?
Mr Stewart.
- Are you fuckin' kidding me? - I gotta go.
(DOOR LOCK BLEEPS)
- You've got 10 minutes. - Yeah, no worries.
Reckon I can get her off in five.
That's rich.
(LOW, INTRIGUING MUSIC)
I think we need a little chat.
What can you see?
FRANKY: It's a holding room for some laundry bags.
There's a couple of doors that need swipe cards,
but no windows.
Definitely not getting out this way.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
- Oh, fuck, my hoodie's stuck. - Hurry up.
Smiles'll be here in a minute.
- Can you get it? - Get out of it.
What the fuck do you want?
If it's a threesome, we're not interested.
- What are you doing in here? - What does it look like?
- Get out. - No wuckers.
You kinda killed my lady-boner anyway.
Allie told me Stewart gave her drugs a while back.
Jake? Are you sure?
I don't know if it was a one-off,
but it sounds like he's got form.
P.A.: Attention, compound. Attention, compound.
The phones are now available to use.
Put this back on the shelf.
You look a little tired, Ms Westfall.
- Tough session? - What the fuck do you want?
I can see that this situation with Franky Doyle
is having a negative emotional impact.
But I think you should know that you're wasting your energy.
She's already moved on.
I just saw her in the...
...in the laundry with Novak.
They were chewing at each other, like animals.
Didn't take her long to trade up
to a younger, more attractive model, did it?
Why do you keep lying to me?
Hey?
And you gave Ferguson the pleasure of telling me.
No, look, whatever Ferguson said is bullshit.
Now you're lying again.
What Ferguson thinks she saw and what actually happened
are two different things.
So you're denying it?
Fuckin' say something, Franky.
It's complicated.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
It's really fuckin' simple.
Fuck!
I'm gonna come in early tomorrow,
make sure everything's ready for Channing.
Let me know how I can help.
You can lock all the women in their cells
and stop Will badgering me about CSDS.
What does he want with those guys?
Oh, he thinks it's the best way to find out
who's selling drugs to the women.
Or just waste a shitload of money.
Yeah, that's what I said.
Do you know what I would love?
For someone to cook me dinner and to choose me a decent movie.
Now THAT I can do.
OK.
- Hey, Vera. - Hey.
- What are you up to tonight? - Um...
I really fancy a drink, maybe two.
No, I'd love to, but I can't.
Um... Channing's here tomorrow.
I've got a mountain of paperwork to do.
- Oh, yeah. Of course, OK. - But maybe another time?
- Yeah, yeah. - See ya, Bridget.
If you wanna have a girls' night, I won't be offended.
No, no, no, no. I really don't.
(BREATH ES HEAVILY)
(TROUBLING MUSIC)
P.A.: Attention, compound. Attention, compound,
H Block are now called for breakfast.
Now, we need the department's final approval today,
so I want everyone on their absolute best behaviour.
Or I'll punch your tits in.
What'd I tell you about positive reinforcement?
Oh, yeah, right.
So, like, if you do do a good job,
I won't punch your tits in.
Oh, right. So what's the story?
Are you showing Channing around the workshop?
Yes, we are, and Susan and I will lead that tour.
We're going to show him every part of the process -
growing the seedlings, making the frames,
packing, shipping the final product.
LIZ: Excellent!
SONIA: Actually, that reminds me...
Hey, if this Green Wall project kicks off,
they're going to be sending shipments out of the prison.
Could be an option.
I'm gonna ask Liz if we can get into the seedling area.
Hang on. Won't be a sec, eh.
Hey, Smiles. Have you seen Westfall?
- No. - I want an appointment.
- Can you get me on the list? - Do I look like her secretary?
- Just do it, OK? - What's got into you?
- Please? - Alright.
Thank you.
- Jake. - Hey, mate.
Hey, urn, I'm heading out tonight.
Where are you going?
Oh, just a club.
Which club?
Oh, I dunno. I didn't choose it.
Is this a date?
(CHUCKLES) Yeah.
Hey, um... You got any gear?
And they said romance was dead.
You got anything?
Uh, mate, um...
Remember what happened last time?
I don't do that shit anymore.
- It's too risky. - Yeah.
Sorry, mate.
- Morning, Will. - Hi, Mr Channing.
How the fuck is Ferguson in charge?
The women made their choice.
I'm sure they'll come to regret it.
Well, let's hope it's not you who comes to regret it, hmm?
So, this Green Wall project. It was Stevens' idea?
Yes, she's really motivated the women.
- They all seem quite invested. - Thank you.
Well, it's a bit of a comedown from a cosmetics empire.
Still, I think you'll like what you see.
I hope so, for your sake.
You could do with some brownie points at the moment.
No, you can't just, like, come in and take over.
Nuh, I don't want to take over...
Nuh. Workshop's full and, like, I'm the boss.
- Yeah. - Yeah?
- So what I say goes, right? - Power's gone to her head!
Oh, shut your fuckin' mouth, Stella,
unless you wanna be fired.
- Do ya? - SONIA: Susan!
How many times do we have to talk about your language?
- Oh, yeah, sorry. - Come on, Booms.
Just do us a favour.
Oh, yeah. Nah.
You just want in 'cause you know I'm doing something cool, eh?
Yeah. Yeah, well, nah.
Alright? No, Franky. I...
This is for me, OK?
It's just... it's just for me, alright?
You know, I don't want you stealing me thunder.
- I just wanna help. - No.
- And, like... - Booms!
- No. - Please?
No. Don't! Don't you do that sad Franky eyes stuff.
- What? - Don't.
I got shit to do, alright? I gotta go.
(SIGHS)
It's alright, we'll find a way in.
We'd better.
A couple more hours of this shit, I'll be opening a vein.
- You right there, ladies? - Yeah, great, Liz.
- LIZ: Alright. - Excellent.
(SPEAKS INAUDIBLY)
- What's he doing here? - Channing?
He's the head honcho from Corrections.
Now I've decided to divide this workshop into two main areas.
Outside, we grow the seedlings
and in here is where we assemble the frames from scratch.
Susan manages this part of the process.
Yeah, I manage the...
Um, did you wanna see us do some shit? Uh...
I meant, do you wanna see us put together a frame or something?
- Yeah, yeah, sure. - OK, cool.
Oi, move your fat arse! Come on.
Yeah, alright, go.
SONIA: As you can see, Mr Channing,
we're able to assemble these frames quite quickly,
so I imagine we'll be able to grow the business exponentially.
And, of course, once they are assembled,
they're painted over there, packed over there
and collected and shipped out.
It's a very efficient operation.
It'd be more efficient if we could get
some more welding gear in here.
Remember, you don't get to talk, alright?
- Oh, piss off. - Nah!
We've rehearsed this, ya fuckin' goldfish.
Alright? Me and Sonia do the talkin'.
- Susan! - Oh, I can weld better than her.
Do you wanna see? Hey, gimme that.
- Radic, back away, please. - BOOMER: Get off me!
- Let someone else have a go! - No, I'm the boss!
Stop hoggin' the fuckin' gear, ya dumb bitch!
- Jenkins. - Booms, just let her have a go.
- No fuckin' way! - Stella, no pushing, love.
- What are you gonna do, hey? - No pushing, Stella...
(GRUNTS)
- (INMATES LAUGH) - Go for it, Liz!
- Yeah, give it to him! - Havin' a good root'?
LIZ: I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry, Mr...
- I'm so sorry, Mr Channing. - Get the fuck off me.
Oi, Liz, does he like you on top?
- Shut the fuck up! - Everybody calm down.
- You OK? - Get me out of here.
- Oh, is that your wank hand? - Slot her!
- Why? It wasn't even my fault. - I'm so sorry, Mr Channing.
- It was an accident. I... - Stay the fuck away from me.
That workshop is a disaster.
It's a danger to the officers and the women. Shut it down.
I actually think that was a mistake...
Shut it down!
- (GATE LOCK BLEEPS) - Ah.
What were you thinking, giving those bitches welding gear?
The department did approve the trial, and with respect,
it wasn't the welding gear that was the problem.
Well, I'm surprised they haven't killed each other already.
(SIGHS) Vera, just... just get it shut down ASAP.
I'll inform Stevens now.
So, will I live?
If you're a good boy and you stay out of trouble.
Aww. Where's the fun in that?
(CHUCKLES AWKWARDLY)
- I want to talk to him. - That's not possible.
- I would like to negotiate. - Mr Channing made his decision.
- I will not be shut down. - You don't have a choice.
Pack up this equipment. Do it quickly.
I'm sorry, everybody.
We are being shut down
because of the actions of one stupid individual.
Elizabeth Birdsworth.
(SNORTS) Me?
Sonia, that was an accident. I didn't...
Shut the fuck up!
Look at you!
All the airs and graces of a cart horse.
You have single-handedly ruined this entire operation,
dashed the hopes of all these women.
You are a total liability and a complete waste of space.
You should be ashamed of yourself.
- Sonia, I... - Get out of my workshop!
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
(GATE LOCK BLEEPS)
- We might have a problem. - Concerning?
Jackson. I think he's suss.
Officer Jackson's two brain cells
are generally occupied with eating and breathing.
Don't worry about him.
Channing shut down the workshop so there's no chance
using it as a supply route anyway.
I'm sure you'll find an alternative.
Such a shame about your little enterprise.
Managing these women, it's a... it's a fine art, isn't it?
Big job for a little lady in a wheelchair.
Actually, you disappointed me, Joan.
I expected something a bit more... visceral.
You really don't want me as an enemy, Stevens.
For the record...
...| don't respond well to intimidation.
- I can fix this. - Oh, you think so?
If I can get the Green Wall project reinstated,
me and Franky get jobs in the workshop.
OK?
What are you, a miracle worker?
Leave it with me.
Ms Westfall, Birdsworth needs to see you.
She insisted.
Also, Doyle needs an appointment ASAP.
- Oh, right. OK. - (BREATHES UNSTEADILY)
Hey.
Look, I didn't know who else to speak to,
'cause Ms Bennett's busy with Mr Channing.
- What happened? - It's Sonia.
She... she attacked me in front of...
- Attacked you? - Yeah, verbally.
We were in the workshop and there was an accident,
and she's blaming me, which doesn't make any sense,
so I'm thinking she's figured out that I'm Witness X...
Oh, God. Liz, Liz, Liz, slow down.
You're doing my head in.
I'm sure you're just overreacting.
The women in here lose their tempers all the time
and I'm sure Franky didn't mean anything by that, darling.
- Sonia. - Sonia.
Sonia, sorry. Yeah.
So were you even listening to me just then?
Liz, I've got a lot to do this afternoon...
No, no, no! Hey, hey. You're here to help us.
-OK.I
- You've been drinking. - Don't be ridiculous.
Jesus Christ, you are pissed.
No wonder you're trying to get rid of me!
I had a glass of wine at lunch.
Would you like to keep your voice down?
How are we supposed to come to you and confide in you
when you're going out to lunch, getting pissed?
You don't know what you're talking about.
Oh, trust me, love,
I know everything there is to know about secret drinking.
I wrote the friggin' book.
Jesus Christ.
(DOOR LOCK BLEEPS)
Ms Bennett, can I have a quick word?
- Birdsworth! - It's private.
VERA: What's the problem?
I just tried to see Ms Westfall and there's a situation.
Well, you need to elaborate.
I'm worried she's gonna blab about the Witness X stuff.
Why on earth would she do that?
'Cause she's not herself, trust me.
- I think you're being paranoid. - No, I'm not.
- Liz, you are making no sense. - OK.
She's been drinking, right?
She's pissed. You go and see for yourself.
Get back to your unit.
(DOOR LOCK BLEEPS)
- I was just coming to see you. - I'm going home.
- I don't feel well. - I think we should talk.
Sorry, Vera. Um... I'll call you later.
In case you ever need a friend at the top.
(ENIGMATIC MUSIC)
(GIGGLES) You don't remember me.
We used to call you 'Golden Showers'.
Do your bosses know that you owned a brothel?
Do they know what you did to us?
You might want to shut your mouth.
Well, see, that's the thing.
Silence is golden.
(DOOR LOCK BLEEPS)
I'd like to repeat my request
for a CSDS search of the officers.
Will, unless something has changed...
- Something has changed. - OK, what?
I'm just asking you to trust me.
If it backfires, I'm the one who pays the price.
Channing is already on the warpath.
Will, if you could just give us a moment, please.
Sure.
- Ah, how's the wrist? - Oh, it's fine.
Yes, Nurse Radcliffe looked after me.
Now, Vera, it appears that I might have been a bit hasty
in shutting down the Green Wall project.
One person's actions shouldn't affect all the other women.
Actually, I think you're right.
A project like that IS too much responsibility for one prisoner.
Stevens seems very capable.
She's also highly manipulative and potentially dangerous.
Vera, she's a fuckin' twig in a wheelchair.
Now, I'm going to reverse my decision.
The Green Wall project can proceed as planned.
Mm. So, what changed your mind?
Oh, I was emotional and judgemental.
It's never a good combination.
I'll see myself out.
Well, I'd like your directions in writing.
I'll put my concerns on the record as well.
Just cut and paste from the last time.
- SONIA: We're back in business! - BOOMER: Right. Wow.
Oh, God! So, like, when do we start work?
First thing tomorrow morning, everything's back to normal.
I tell ya, I tell ya, Stella's lucky
'cause I was, like, gonna shiv the bitch.
I was.
(Hey, he)!-
Like, how come you went boonta at Liz
when it was Stella's fault?
Don't worry about workplace politics.
Just focus on doing a good job.
Oh, yeah. No, I will. Promise. I-I won't let you down.
FRANKY: I knew Channing was fucked up,
but I didn't think he'd own a brothel.
He's fucking disgusting.
I can't believe he's in charge of this place.
Smiles?
Did you manage to organise that counselling appointment?
I passed on your message to Ms Westfall,
but she went home sick.
Right, OK.
Why do you need counselling?
I just want to keep in their good books.
Find some place else to sit.
Oh...
Congratulations on the reinstatement.
If you're still asking to use my workshop,
the answer's still no.
It's important for you to be in control, isn't it?
I understand that.
I understand you better than anyone.
I think we share certain qualities.
I mean, that garden project,
it isn't just about status and power, is it?
It's a distraction from...
(VOICES WHISPER INDISTINCTLY)
I heard about your little outburst earlier.
Failure's not an option.
I won't let anyone stand in my way.
But one day someone will, won't they?
They will get in your way.
And then those primal urges will kick in
and once again, you're going to have blood on your hands.
When that time comes,
you're gonna need someone you can rely on.
I see who you are...
...and I respect it.
I understand it.
We could be very useful allies.
So do we have a deal?
We're back on. Take care of Jackson.
(DOORBELL RINGS)
- Hi. (CHUCKLES) - Bridget.
Sorry. I just needed to talk to someone.
- I'm sorry. - No, come in. Come in.
Thanks.
You've been drinking.
Oh, I've just been trying to blot it all out, you know?
And I've made it... I've made it worse, Vera.
I'm so sorry about today. I bailed on you.
And I'm... I'm just not coping
and I miss her, you know.
I don't know what to do.
- Just... - It's alright.
(SOBS) I can't work it out.
- There you go. - Thank you.
- Do you have to be somewhere? - No. It's just...
- No, it doesn't matter. - I'm so sorry, Vera.
You're just the only one that understands this situation.
It's OK, but, Bridget, you can't turn up to work like that.
Yeah, I know. I know. I'm sorry.
If it happens again, I can't turn a blind eye.
It won't happen again, I promise.
(DOOR OPENS)
Oh, who's that?
Um... There's something you need to know.
Get your gear off. Here comes Jakey!
- Oh, shit. Hi, Bridget. - Um...
Jake and I are in a relationship.
- JAKE: Sorry, I didn't realise. - No, it's OK.
It's...
How long's this been going on for?
A while. We're living together.
Why didn't you tell me?
She was worried what the staff would think.
- I wouldn't have said anything. - No, I know, but...
Look, I was a bit paranoid.
- Don't you trust me? - Of course I do.
It... it's a tricky situation.
Alright, I'm going to head off.
- Oh... - You don't have to go.
No, I don't want to ruin your evening.
- No, you're not. - I'll call a cab, OK?
- I'll see you later. - Bridget...
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
You should have texted.
(LOW, MOODY MUSIC)
(SIGHS)
What the hell are the CSDS doing here?
It's a waste of time and money.
How are we supposed to do our jobs
with them breathing down our necks?
It's ridiculous.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
Step away from the lockers, please. This is a search.
Please drop what you're doing and step aside.
(SOFTLY) Come on! Come on!
FEMALE OFFICER: Hey, is anyone in the bathroom?
Yeah.
FEMALE OFFICER: Can you hear me?
Yeah, I'm coming!
(SOFTLY) Fuck!
(GROANS)
(PANTS)
All clear.
Thank you.
I've told you that was a waste of time.
What made you change your mind about calling them in?
I told Mr Stewart about your suspicions
and he agreed that we should look into it.
I should have ignored the pair of you.
Next time, I'll trust my own gut instinct.
(LIQUID TRICKLES)
JAKE: Hey.
- (GRUNTS) - The fuck you doing? Aah!
- You set me up, didn't you? - What are you talking about?
You tried it once with the piss test, you motherfucker!
Are you fucking crazy? Get the fuck off me!
Fuck!
You steal my job and then you try to get me arrested?
You're making a mistake.
Hey, you might have fooled Vera, but not me, OK?
You're the one who asked me for the fuckin' pills yesterday!
- Drop the fuckin' act! - Fuck!
You're fuckin' crazy. I could have you reported for this.
Yeah? You want me to call Vera? Hey?
Ah, shit!
I'm onto you, you fuckin' arsehole.
So if you are gonna work here...
...right,
there's three important rules.
- OK, you listening? - Yep.
Alright, rule number one
is I'm in charge.
Rule number two
is I'm in charge.
Guess what rule number three is.
- Oh... - You're in charge?
Fuckin' bingo!
- Alright? So don't stuff it up. - Thanks, Booms.
Oh, it might be kinda nice to have you around.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.
- Oh, yeah? - Ow! Yeah.
Just start work.
Well, I guess you were right.
You'll be leaving here in a box.
Doyle, Ms Westfall will see you now.
What's going on? What are you doing?
I've resigned.
Nuh. No fuckin' way.
I can't be here anymore.
I swear, there's nothin' going on between Allie and I.
I don't care about Allie.
I care about you,
and I fell really fuckin' hard
and I can't deal with this.
I can't be here and not be with you anymore.
Well, give me some time and I can fix that.
How are you going to do that?
I don't know. Just don't leave me.
All I think day and night is you.
So stay.
- Don't give up on us. - Look at me, Franky.
Look at me. I'm a mess.
I can't look in the mirror.
I can't even see myself.
If you just hang in there,
I'll find a way for us to be together.
We can get out of this place.
We'll go to another fuckin' country.
We'll start fresh. We'll start again.
You're dreaming.
We have to make a clean break, for both our sakes.
What, so, that's it?
I fuckin' love you!
I fuckin' love you too.
It's not over.
'Bye, Franky.
No, we're not done!
(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)
(DOOR LOCK BUZZES)
Hey! What's wrong?
Franky, what the fuck...
Franky...
Franky! Fuck!
Come on, let's do this.
Oh, God, this is wrong.
You sure about that?
No.
('WINTER BIRD' BY AURORA)
♪ Walking in my sleep
♪ Like the naked dreams
♪ Will they wake up... ♪
Wait, wait.
I can't. It's too soon.
Yeah. I know.
Just forget about it.
♪ I am moved by the chill
♪ Hear the winter bird sing... ♪
(WEEPS)
♪ My tears are always frozen
♪ I can see the air I breathe
♪ Got my fingers painting pictures
♪ On the glass in front of me
♪ Lay me by the frozen river
♪ Where the boats have passed me by
♪ All I need is to remember
♪ How it was to feel alive... ♪