(melancholy 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.
(sobbing)
(sobbing continues)
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?
- (gunshots) - (explosion)
ALLIE: Hey, did you know that seahorses like to swim in pairs?
They link tails so they don't lose each other.
(water dripping)
(gasps)
(muffled screaming)
MAXINE: I'm so sorry, Bea, the doctors said there's nothing they can do.
I love you beautiful girl.
(fumbles to hang up phone)
BEA: If you wanna trap Ferguson, we've got one last chance.
Allie's not gonna wake up.
So, that makes it murder.
Do you have any evidence?
BEA: All I need from you is access to her...
then I can provoke her, get details, and record her with this.
BEA: I'm gonna finish this.
- (swift hand movements) - (bones crack)
Argh! (gasps)
(echoing flourish)
(stabbing)
I win!
(medical monitor flat-lines)
(switch echoing on)
♪ (Laura by Bat For Lashes) ♪
♪ You say that they've all left you behind ♪
(echoing drum beat)
♪ Your heart broke when the party died ♪
♪ Drape your arms around me and softly say ♪
♪ Can we dance upon the tables again? ♪
- FRANKY: Hey. - (monitor beeping)
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, oh, 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 bed sheets ♪
♪ Drape your arms around me and softly say ♪
♪ Can we dance upon the tables again? ♪
(crying)
(exhales)
(sighs)
You look after your mum for us, Deb.
- ♪ You can't cry ♪ - 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, oh, Laura ♪
- ♪ You're more than a superstar ♪ - _
(footsteps echoing)
♪ (theme music) ♪
♪ You don't know me, when I don't know you ♪
♪ You're calling me in. You're catching me out ♪
♪ You don't know me, when I don't know you ♪
Sync & Corrections by PetaG www.addic7ed.com
(quietly sombre music)
(exhales slowly)
Thanks for organising the plaque, Will.
The epitaph, it's beautiful.
They were Bea'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 a time for us to pull together.
(sighs quietly)
You can come back at the start of next week's roster.
That's if you want to come back.
(music darkens)
(music brightens)
Yes, I do.
You okay?
- You? - Yeah.
How's Allie?
Physically, she's okay, but...
You know the system's fucked.
Ah, not completely.
- Look at you. - I got out by the skin of my teeth.
Franky, it let Bea down,
okay? But it can be fixed.
Do you really believe that?
In justice? Yeah.
Otherwise, what's the point?
(music quickens with a drum beating)
That fuckin' Freak!
(drum beat echoes and music ends)
(chair scrapes)
(chair creaks)
The Crown might be willing to drop the murder charge...
if you agree to plead guilty to manslaughter.
FERGUSON: She came at me...
with a fucking screwdriver.
Joan, you stabbed her multiple times.
(aggressively) 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 am wrong,
(quietly) which I am not.
Who was it?
Which member of staff aided Smith?
VERA (on phone): Yeah, I understand that, but...
- _ - (Vera sighs)
- _ - Have you spoken to the Ombudsman?
MAN (on phone): Obviously I've explained the situation.
Does... does he have a full appreciation of the situation?
- MAN: Believe it or not, we're on your - (knocking)
- MAN: side with these demands. - Yeah, yes, yes...
- What action have the police taken? - VERA: Yes... the police...
questioned my entire staff, sir, as did I.
- (indistinct on phone) - Well, we're all under pressure.
- MAN: I want a solid report. - VERA: I'll do my best.
(slams down phone)
And that's why they pay you the big bucks.
VERA: 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.
- It's four days. - Or what?
You're Acting Governor. (sighs)
W... (sighs)
What you need is a scapegoat.
- (Vera 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. (chuckles dismissively)
(sighs)
Sooner she's transferred the better.
She's not being transferred.
With new charges pending, she has to be accessible to the courts.
Uh, w... w... w-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?
_
(sighs quietly)
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.
(slaps desk)
MILES (on walkie-talkie): Sierra 6 to Sierra 5.
Sierra 5, go ahead.
Officer needs assistance in H1.
STEWART: Righto, on my way.
- (door opens) - (phone ringing)
Hang in there, Vera.
Remember, none of this is your fault.
(door closes)
- (urgent music starts) - (echoed drum beat)
- (whooshing flourish) - (echoed memories)
MILES: Governor...
police are questioning Ferguson. Now she's claiming self-defence.
- Governor, you've got... - It's, um, Smith's blood.
(buzzing flourish)
- (echoed drum beat) - (whooshing flourish)
(whooshing flourish)
(echoed drum beat)
(low rumbling whooshing flourish)
(echoed drum beats)
(music ends)
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!
MILES: We're just clearing her cell, Conway, it's not the bloody
- Taj Mahal. - (sighs)
- STEWART: What's going on? - Miss Miles...
The prisoners aren't happy that we have to clear out Smith's cell.
It's just a sensitive topic,
- Mr Stewart. - The 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! - We don't want a shrine.
- BOOMER: No! - No, we just want a bit of time
to be allowed to grieve and heal.
This is prison, not a health spa!
- Oh, mind your business. - Please, how about some compassion?!
You're fuckin' upsettin' Maxie!
Watch your language, Jenkins.
- You're too sick to be upset like this. - Can we just wait
till Allie get's back? You know, delay it for a day or two?
SONIA: I think that's an excellent compromise,
- don't you? - LIZ: Yeah. Yeah.
- Deputy Governor? - All right.
We wait until Novak's return and then we clear it. Understood?
- LIZ: Yes. - BOOMER: Yeah.
- STEWART: Let's go. - LIZ: Thanks.
(sobbing and sniffling)
- MAXINE: Oh! - Come on.
- BOOMER: Just, come on. - Come and sit down.
Just can't stop thinkin' about Bea.
LIZ: Here you go, love.
(sniffles)
(indistinct PA announcement)
How desperate she must have been.
(quivering)
I should have been here for her.
If I was here, I could've stopped her.
Oh, love, no, no, no.
You know Bea.
Once she had somethin' in her mind there was no stopping her.
- BOOMER: Yeah. - Was there?
(whispered) You know that.
- _ - (phones ringing)
- Sorry about your friend. - Thanks for the flowers, Andy.
- You're a sweetheart. Cheers, bud. - Yeah, no worries.
Hey, pre-sentencing report for Higgins.
So, ah, when do I get to go back to main office?
Aren't I pretty enough for ya?
Well, Fessler's got a nicer arse.
Probationary period's over, here's your performance review.
Check it over. Happy, sign it.
- It's glowin', right? - The job's your permanently...
if you want it.
(phone ringing)
Oh, by the way...
you did a decent job with Higgins' Statement of Remorse.
Yeah... and I reckon it helped the victim too.
- (tram dinging) - You've gotta read this report, Gidge.
Old guy totally wants me.
Hey, I gotta go, I'll see ya tonight. Bye.
(sing-songy) Thank you, very much. I'll grab that.
- (drops keys and papers) - Oh, crap!
Oh!
Sorry, thank you.
Hm... ah!
- Francesca Doyle? - (tense music begins)
Hey, Mikey...?
(sizzling and splashing)
(echoed screaming)
- Oh... - Wait.
Sorry, I have to... um...
Can we um... Do you...
do you wanna grab a coffee?
- What? - Can...
- You know, just... - No, I, t...
I can't... 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.
(keys jangling)
(music mellows)
I was, ah, 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-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.
Well, I think about what I did to you, all the time,
and how much I fucked up your life.
(clicks mouth)
I mean, I went to some dark places.
(chuckles)
But...
it just made me think. Made me realise what a monumental prick I'd been.
(laughs)
(chuckles)
Wha... what is that... that?
Oh, it's a kite.
Means freedom.
Freedom.
(cell door opening)
Governor wants a word.
We need to prove that Bea Smith was trying to kill me.
And how are we going to get that? Smith's dead.
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.
(whispered) And 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. - _
(lock beeps open)
Just 'cause you fuck her doesn't mean you know her.
(knocking)
Governor.
Thank you, Mr Stewart. You can leave.
(door closes)
Jesper's murder, (sighs)
that was a lucky break.
VERA: 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.
(papers rustle)
(clicks mouth) 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.
(sighs slowly)
H5 has a spare cell. You can be placed there in the morning.
I also suggest you put on the teal.
Don't think I'll be here that long...
unfortunately.
"Always demonstrates a winnin' attitude
and consistently exceeds expectation.
Her proficiency in data analysis
is only surpassed by her excellent communication skills."
- Oh! Oh! Ha-ha. - Oh, ha-ha.
You're a cunning linguist.
You're a dirty bird.
- Red or white, darling? - I'll stick with red, eh?
Cab Sav? Pinot? Oh, hang on.
Shiraz.
I saw Mike Pennisi today,
at a 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.
(scoffs)
MAN (over PA): Attention, all staff.
Available officer to Admissions for escort.
(ominous music)
_
(cell door echoing closed)
(prisoner yelling indistinctly)
(indistinct chatter from HI)
- LIZ: Are you happy about that? - DOREEN: The thimble?
- LIZ: Thimble. What are you? - BOOMER: Dog.
- DOREEN: Right, Sonia's turn. - 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're you feeling? - Yeah.
Yeah?
Come here.
We were so worried about you, weren't we?
Allie. (exhaling)
(sighs slowly)
Thank God you're back.
I'm so sorry about Bea, kiddo.
Ferguson's just been put back into General.
- BOOMER: What? - Some bureaucratic bullshit.
Bullshit's frickin' right!
But she will never get close to you.
You will always be protected, isn't that right?
- Oh, yes. - Yeah.
Thanks, guys.
I just need some time alone, if that's okay.
You take all the time you need, love.
(gentle music)
(sobbing)
(phone vibrates)
- _ - (phone continues vibrating then beeps)
- Hello? - Francesca.
It's... it-it's Mike, er, Pennisi.
Are you there?
How'd you get this number?
It... it was so great talking to you, ah yesterday.
I was just... I was hoping we could, um...
meet for another coffee?
Ah, Mike, it was terrific seein' ya, but, um...
unfortunately, we can't do that again.
Why not?
'Cause it's a parole violation.
Well, that didn't seem to bother you yesterday.
Yeah, well, like I said, it was great seein' ya...
You know, seein' you was great, but we can't. It was a one-off.
Right. Well, may... maybe we can just chat, er... er... er... over the phone?
Nuh.
No, I'm really sorry, but, um, just please don't call me again.
(phone beeps and clatters onto the desk)
Hey, Mr Strathairn, can I
- talk to you about some... - Subpoena for the Begley file.
You've got 20 minutes to get that to the Registry.
Yeah, I'm on it.
(tram dings)
(ominous music)
(steam press hisses)
And then that.
- One, two. - (Sonia yawns)
- LIZ: Keepin' you up, are we, darl? - SONIA: That's enough...
Time for a smoko, Brenda.
Bring her here.
(door closes)
- What's happening? - Same old shit, different day.
(steam press hisses)
(steam hisses)
(hinge creaks)
(chuckles)
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...
- Shut the fuck up! - myself, and you all know it!
You're going to kill me, right here, hm, in front of everyone?
Well, that's the way things might have gone down in the past.
Not anymore.
From now on,
there'll 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 press hisses)
(tense music)
(whooshing flourish)
(forlorn music)
(indistinct chatter)
_
Someone should fuckin' kill her.
- You heard what Kaz said, Booms. - You want her dead too, Maxie.
Someone's gotta do it.
_
- MAXINE: Booms. Booms! - Booms!
- MAXINE: Booms, please. - Here's the Freak.
Just remember, she's a ghost.
BOOMER: I'll make her a fuckin' ghost.
(slowly intensifying whooshing flourish)
(piano music intensifying)
BOOMER: Fuck off!
(screams)
- Ugh! - LIZ: Allie! Christ.
(suspenseful music)
(exhales)
(gasps quietly)
(silence)
Aaargh!
Argh!
Ugh!
- (grunts) - (prisoners jeering)
- PRISONER: Get up! - PRISONER: Fuck!
- PRISONER: Get up! - PRISONER: Get up!
(prisoners yelling)
(grunts)
- (grunting) - (indistinct yelling)
MURPHY (calmly on walkie-talkie): This is Sierra 8.
We have a Code Blue in the exercise yard.
- Argh! - (grunts)
FERGUSON: Get off!
Oof!
- (Ferguson growls) - (Allie screams)
Go, Allie!
Ugh!
(screeching)
(panting heavily)
(low growl)
- (Allie gasping) - (Ferguson growling)
(panting heavily)
Ugh!
- (quiet whooshing flourish) - (exhales)
(tense music)
Who's next?!
Come on!
MAN (over PA): Attention, compound. Attention, compound.
This is a code blue.
All prisoners return to your cells.
(door beeps)
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? Nuh, 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. - (door beeps and opens)
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're gonna punish Allie?
- You gotta take the Freak down. - What Ferguson did to Allie
and the others is punishment enough.
Ooh, if you want to stay top dog, Kaz,
it's dangerous to play favourites.
- Yeah, Bea never did. - BOOMER: Yeah.
- Well, I'm not Bea. The days... - You got that right.
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.
(Boomer laughing)
- Sheesh! - LIZ: Change my thinking?
Eh, good luck.
(tense music)
WOMAN (over PA): Attention, compound.
Attention, compound. Phones are now available...
- Chicken shit, all of 'em. - See how they went...
Oi, fussy 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. Cup of tea'd be nice.
Righty-oh.
- Not long now, eh? - A week.
Oh... You got a lot of stuff to read.
Mm, 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.
BOOMER (blubbering): No! You're not coming in here!
You're not gonna... ah, pack a fuckin' bag!
I'm not going today. I'm not going until next week.
- What's going on? - Nah, Boomer's just a bit upset.
No, you're not going nowhere.
No, if you leave me, I will go fuckin' bunta. I will!
- Why's she goin' off? - Maxine's being transferred.
Where?
Barnhurst.
They're better equipped to facilitate the treatment.
- It's only for a couple of months. - (screaming) It's not gonna happen!
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. - Piss off!
- (Liz and Doreen snigger) - I want Maxie to stay.
And I want to come in for a chat. Now, open the door.
Well... just you,
not Maxie.
(whispered) Okay.
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, uh, 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.
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 ju...
it's...
(clicks mouth)
It's just that everyone I love...
just leaves me.
(Boomer sniffles)
WOMAN (over PA): Attention, compound. Attention, compound.
All women to report to assigned work duties.
Do you think Bea would want to see you like this?
(sniffles)
(sobbing)
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.
(sniffles)
It was... it was like she knew.
Knew what?
(sighs)
What Ferguson did to me.
(hushed) Allie, Bea claimed you were the victim of a hot shot.
Are you saying that's what happened?
She did know?
(sighing) Did Bea tell you that?
It seemed like a... bogus accusation
- at the time without any proof. - Fuck.
Oh, fuck!
- (dramatic music) - (sobbing)
(whooshing flourish)
ALLIE: It's true.
(whooshing flourish)
Ferguson attacked me in the shower.
(whooshing flourish)
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!
(dramatic music continues)
(drum beats echo and music ends)
Hey, they're all clean.
- I just haven't emptied it. - Hey?
Oh, shit.
Doesn't matter. They can go through all again.
You're off with the fairies tonight.
- Am I? - Mmm.
You thinking about Bea?
Yeah.
(gentle music)
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. - Mmm.
Going to go to bed early tonight. What about you?
I'll be there soon. Hmm?
(hushed) Okay.
(ominous music)
Bon appétit, Francesca.
(dramatic music)
(crunching the crème brûlée)
(keyboard clicking)
(computer beeps)
- _ - (dramatic music)
(door lock beeps unlocked)
Mr Stewart!
See you, guys.
Everything all right?
Did Ferguson hot shot Allie Novak in the showers?
- What? - D... (sighs)
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 okay. 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, correct?
Did you or did you not take over Mr Stewart's shifts?
Ah, yeah, 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, (sighs)
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!
Ha! That's synchronicity.
I was just going to the...
- cafe. I thought you might want... - What's with the photos, Mike?
- What photos? - Stop playing games.
Are you blackmailing me?
No. God, no. No, I just... I just wanted your attention, that's all.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Just... I just think, after everything...
you owe me a little bit of your time.
- I can't be seen with you. - Why...
- 'cause 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?!
(slow whooshing flourish)
Stay the fuck away from me!
Just fuck off!
(dramatic music)
(panting)
(warped slashing flourish)
(exhales sharply)
(warped slashing flourish)
(exhales sharply)
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.
(sighs)
- (phone vibrates) - _
(exhales sharply)
(phone continues vibrating)
(phone beeps)
Do you think it's that easy?
Do you think you can just ignore me
and tell me to fuck off, Francesca?
(whispered) 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... you can get into a lot of hot water for that, couldn't you?
You could 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
fuck-load more photographs of the two of you?
Your little happy life is about to come crumbling down, Franky.
(whooshing flourishes)
(phone disconnects)
Mike?
Oh.
(jagged breathing)
- (exhales) - (phone clatters onto desk)
- (breathing heavily) - _
_
- (applies handbrake) - (closes door)
(doorbell chimes)
(doorbell chimes again)
Mike?
Mike, you there?
Please, I just want to apologise.
(exhales)
- (car door opens) - (dramatic music)
- Argh! - (grunting)
(both screaming)
(choking, coughing and panting)
- MIKE: Argh! - (straining)
Arrgh!
Ugh!
- (engine revs) - (tyres spin)
MIKE: Fuck!
(music ends)
(mouse clicking)
(keyboard clicking)
- (mouse clicking) - _
_
(keyboard clicking)
- _ - (tense music)
_
(sighs)
_
(whooshing flourish)
- (dramatic music) - _
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 and 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 offence.
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.
(dramatic music continues)
- (echoing drum beat flourish) - (music ends)
Ms Miles, would you escort Ms Murphy out?
You okay?
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.
(tense music)
You're wrong, Joan.
I'm 100% certain Vera had nothing to do with it.
- (music ends) - (phones ringing)
(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
- somethin'? It's important. - (phone rings)
- Miles Strathairn. - (sighs)
Yeah, yeah, give me the details.
Yeah, of course.
Yeah, I've heard that before.
How, ah, how old is he?
- Just there. - MILES: Yeah. Any record?
- Francesca Doyle? - MILES: Mmm.
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 have to say anything. - I'll call you back.
But 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... or legal practitioners...
you have the right to communicate... the right to communicate...
- the right to communicate... - (dramatic music)
Tuesday, 8:30.
- (siren blaring) - BOOMER: Look out.
Now you're gonna see what a real Top Dog's like.
BRIDGET: Franky, you lied to me.
I didn't do anything.
(hushed) One cannot deny the animal within.
(screams)
I'm onto you. You're never gonna get away with it.
Don't tell me they think it was you.
That's it. There's the old Franky Doyle.
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