04x08 - Plan Bea

[bunniefuu]

I think they're trying to pull a surprise witness.

I don't know who it is.

[whispered] I do.

We'd like you to submit a written statement and to appear in court for cross-examination.

Okay.

I know that wasn't the sentence you were hoping for.

You will have 12 long years with Bea Smith.

f*ck you! f*ck!

I'm angry at the fucker who put me in here.

I've decided to have the operation.

You take care of Jesper, I'll handle her.

What are you gonna do?

k*ll Bea Smith.

I'm not gay.

I don't care what you are.

You care about me.

[gasps] We should get back for the count.

(Footsteps echoing)

♪ (Theme music) ♪

♪ 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. You're catching me out ♪
♪ You're calling me in. You're catching me out ♪
♪ You're calling me in. You're catching me out ♪
♪ You don't know me, when I don't know you ♪

♪ [tinkling gentle music starts] ♪

[laughing and chatter]

Kaz: I'm done.

Kaz: Hey, thank you!

Mel: Thank you! You're the best. Thank you.

Kaz: You're a legend!

[crew chuckling and chatting]

Mel: Thanks!

prisoner: Thanks, babe.

Boomer: Look at Dors.

I bet you she's real bored.

Boomer: She looks bored, eh?

Liz: Yeah, she does.

Well, I hear Kaz makes 20 minute speeches, every day.

What about? Mm.

Power and oppression.

You reckon Dors has got post-natal oppression or somethin'?

[laughing]

No, mate, its post-natal de-pression, not op-pression.

Well, has she got it or what?

Liz: No, no.

♪ [gentle music] ♪

[Bea exhales]

[both chuckle]

So, uh, you can see I made the equipment room real nice for ya.

You shouldn't have.

[chuckles]

[giggling softly]

[whispered and giggling] I'm sorry.

[whispered] Sorry?

[whispered] I'm sorry.

Sorry. [chuckles]

It's too soon for that. I... I... I got it.

No, no, no, no, it-it's not too soon. I... ah...

[sighs]

But I don't know what to do.

Okay.

Well, do you wanna, just um, sit down for a bit?

Yeah.

Yeah. That'd be good.

[Allie sighs]

[Bea sighs]

So, how's your day been?

[Bea chuckles]

Dispense any justice?

If-if I wanna just talk, that's gonna to be okay?

No, no, it is, it is.

It is, of course it is.

[exhales through teeth]

So, what were you into, before all this?

Mmmm, what do you mean?

What do you think I mean?

Bea: I don't know. [chuckles]

[laughs]

What were you into?

I was into you.

[Bea chuckles]

[both laughing]

Ahh. All of a sudden I feel like I have two left hands.

Like I've...

Okay. All right. Let's cut a deal.

Just kissing.

No hands, left or right.

Okay.

♪ [gentle music] ♪

[Allie sighs] My God.

I can't believe we're doing this.

Bea: I know, I spent the whole of lunch trying not to look at you.

♪ [tense humming tone] ♪

prisoner: That's out.

Kaz: f*cking get it. [groans]

Pass. Pass!

[chattering and background noise]

♪ [intruiging piano music] ♪

I know now, how to do it.

Bea?

It's better if you don't know too many details.

When the time comes I may need you to perform certain functions.

Like what?

The Red Right Hand have never actually k*lled someone. It's not what we do.

We agreed on this.

She's taken 12 years from you.

And for your women, that's their child bearing years.

That's just... just gone. Their lives stolen.

If it were not for her, none of us would be in prison at all.

Don't you want justice for them?

Oh, play it, play it, play it!

Yeah! Throw it!

f*ck, oh f*ck.

What do you want?

I'd like a word, please.

Piss off, you long piece of sh*t.

I would like to make an enquiry.

I'm interested in your uh, service.

Well, we don't deal with governors.

Well, I'm not a governor anymore.

Doesn't matter. f*ck off!

Wait. Wait.

Stand there.

Consider it a goodwill gesture. And know I'm prepared to triple it.

That's three times.

What do you want?

Rohypnol. Preferably six tablets.

[truck horn sounds in background]

It's technically known as Flunitrazepam.

Roofies?

You want roofies?

Is that something you can access?

Maybe.

But that would be quadruple.

That's four... times.

Ha.

Speak tomorrow. Maybe.

No maybe. We will.

And as Maxie's, um.... oh... support person...

Mmm-hm.

I would help the nurses at the hospital and the screws... and the... oh... officers.

Mmm-hm.

And, ah, but really, I'd just be wanting to hold Maxie's hand and, you know, just... just bein' strong.

But you-you wouldn't want to be alone with this kinda stuff.

Maxie wouldn't deserve that.

Okay.

Okay.

Thank you, Jenkins.

Yeah.

That was very sincere.

Yes.

Yeah, yeah.

And considered. And I will contact the regional director immediately.

Oh!

Yeah.

Okay? But I...

I'm just suggesting you keep your expectation's in check.

That's all.

Yep.

Okay. Well, um, uh, thank you...

Thank you for listening to... and thinking about everything I said....

Oh no! I had more stuff. Um, it's... it's stuff that Lizzie told me. And it's...

Yeah, no, thanks.

No, you conveyed your point perfectly.

Y... yeah?

[Boomer sighs]

Yeah. Should I...?

Yep.

[door opens]

[women talking in background]

[door closes]

[Bridget chuckles]

Is it really that unlikely?

The history of Wentworth inmates in public hospitals is, to put it mildly, unfortunate.

Maxine: Did they say anything?

Yeah, they said... oh, they said they gotta talk to Channing.

Maxine: Okay.

But, is that even real Bea? Like, or is that just somethin' they say?

No, no, it's... it's probably real, Booms.

Liz: Yeah.

Yeah. Well I didn't cry...

Liz: Yeah. so that's good. Yeah.

That is good, love.

Yeah.

Maxine: Even if they say no, I'll remember how hard you tried.

Okay? It means the world to me.

Liz: Oh.

sh*t.

Liz: Oh. Oh, no.

Maxine: Oh, honey.

Oh, darlin'.

Boomer: It's okay! I'm okay!

Boomer: Come on, let's pack bags.

[laughs] It's still two days away, Booms.

Yeah, we're gonna practice-pack. Come on.

Liz: Yeah, yeah. That's a good idea.

[Bea chuckling] Go on.

[chair scrapes]

[knocks on door]

You all right, Sonia?

I'm fine.

Thank you.

It can get a little bit upsetting can't it, all that talk about cancer, and....

But you know what, don't be embarrassed, because you are lookin' at the biggest sook in the prison. [chuckles]

I lost my husband to cancer.

Oh God. I'm sorry I... I had no idea.

How long ago?

Seven years!

Seven years this August.

How old was he?

Fifty-seven.

[tsks] That's awful.

The hardest part was that he disappeared so I never got a chance to say goodbye.

Disappeared?

He didn't want me to see him suffer.

Anyway, you should be back with the ladies.

Yeah. If ever you wanna have a chat with a sook...

[Liz chuckles]

♪ [whooshing flourish] ♪

♪ [piercing flourish] ♪

[door beeps in background]

[indistinct background yard chatter]

prisoner 1: Yeah, I'd take anything you can give.

prisoner 2: I know you would.

Got the money?

I'd like to see the tablets first.

Money... first.

Mmm, don't, don't, don't, don't.

Don't, no, I need to go. I need to... [sighs]

I have to go.

And this time it's not an excuse. I really do have to go.

Just 20 more seconds.

[whispered] Okay. Okay, 10.

You actually working towards telling anyone?

Or did you think we were going to stay in here forever, making out in the closet?

[Bea gasps]

It's difficult for me.

Well, it's not exactly easy for me.

I'd be telling my entire crew I'm with the person that shopped us, so...

What? What?

What?

Kaz reckons you shopped us.

Okay. I don't give a f*ck about what she thinks, what do you think?

I dunno.

But if you didn't, who did?

Well, I've got no idea.

Anyway, it doesn't matter to me...

Oh, no, hang on.

I don't know anything about it, okay?

Okay.

No, you don't believe me.

Bea, it doesn't matter to me.

Well, it matters to me.

I didn't do it.

Okay. Fine.

Hey.

Same time tomorrow?

Come on.

I'll think about it.

You're so gonna be here.

You'll see I've made a couple of small edits.

Some of your comments about Ferguson, I mean, they were technically speculation, so...

It's still a very clear and strong statement.

It is 100% certain that... that once I'm identified as a witness, she goes back into protection?

As requested. It's in writing.

I need you to do something else for me.

But what?

I need you to track down some information.

You can't keep cutting deals.

That's how it tends to work around here.

Look, look, look, I'm sorry.

I really can not facilitate your requests like this.

[tsks]

[inhales slowly]

Okay. Fine.

Ah, yeah... just tell me it's not a helicopter.

Any light-headedness?

Not currently. No, it seems to come and go.

♪ [music with ticking commences] ♪

[lights buzz and flick on]

♪ [whooshing flourish] ♪

♪ [jaunty music plays] ♪

[sound of pills being crushed]

♪ ♪

[watch beeps]

♪ [high pitched flourish] ♪

♪ [discordant flourishes, buzzing] ♪

♪ [pitch of music gradually goes up] ♪

[whispered] One, two, three...

[echoed] One, two... one, two three...

One, two, three.

[whispered] One, two, three.

[slurs] one, two... one, two, three...

♪ [pitch of music continues to goes up] ♪

♪ [ticking recommences] ♪

♪ [music stops with an echoed boom] ♪

♪ [ethereal music plays] ♪

♪ [whooshing and pulsing flourish] ♪

[Announcement] Attention compound. Attention compound.

Prisoners may now leave their units.

Oh, here. I've been stockpilin'.

[laughing]

Booms, they do feed you in hospital.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

You can have treats, though. I checked with Nurse Ratshit.

I even got Monte Carlos, yep, four.

Best wishes Maxine.

f*ck off.

Just wanted to convey my best wishes.

Now, f*ck off.

Hey, Booms, you been approved yet?

I will be. f*ck off!

Oh, I see.

I haven't heard back yet, but it is gonna happen, all right! So, f*ck off!

Come on, Booms. Ignore her.

I wouldn't be terribly optimistic I'm afraid.

It takes a certain amount of backbone to negotiate with Mr. Channing.

It's fine Booms, ignore her.

I'm not so sure that Governor Bennett is up to the task.

Hope I'm wrong. Sincerely.

Just let it go, Booms, let it go.

Yep.

f*ck off!

[indistinct background chatter and laughing]

Hey!

Maxine Conway is departing for treatment. It's confirmed.

If I can get Jenkins out of the picture, it'll happen after lunch.

Today?

Mm.

Bea Smith'll be dead by... 3pm.

What's the matter?

Think now is perhaps not the best time to be having a crisis of conscience.

[scoffs]

I can't k*ll a woman.

You're not. You won't be anywhere near it.

You're just creating a distraction, that's all.

♪ [ominous music begins] ♪

One day, it will come down to just you and her.

And one of you will die. It's inevitable.

What we're doing is just making sure it's not you.

♪ [grating flourish] ♪

What do you need?

[knock at door]

Uh, sorry, I have a migraine coming on!

[knocks again] Ah, Bridget Westfall.

Ah.

Come in. Come in. [chuckles]

Thank you. [chuckles]

Sit, please.

Excuse the smell. I don't know if it's urine or wet towels but I can't seem to get rid of it.

And they confiscated my perfume.

Oh yes, the alcohol in it.

Oh, I'm hardly gonna drink it.

No, not you.

Now I'm just checking in to see how you're settling.

[sighs] Well, look at me, I'm a wreck.

Actually I think you... you seem, quite composed.

Oh, please.

No, no, really.

A lot of prisoners find it very difficult to adjust.

Well, I'm not planning on adjusting. I'm not planning on being here long.

I have a company to run.

[tsks] That might be a tad difficult from in here.

There are two kinds of women in this world, Bridget.

Mmm?

There are the hammers... and there are the anvils.

I have never seen myself as an anvil.

I'd bear in mind that you might be spending quite a lot of time with these women.

Hopefully not, but it, uh... it is a possibility.

f*ck.

Well... [sighs]

I like Liz.

She's personable, like a sort of nice tea lady you might stop and have a chat with.

Yeah.

She's probably my best friend in here, I think.

God.

Sad statement, isn't it. [sighs]

Kaplan: Governor says you're going well.

Really?

Mmm.

Says Sonia's really latched onto you.

Um, oh well, she sticks close to me but I think that's just because I'm a bit less scary than some of the other women. [chuckles]

Oh, she said something about her husband.

Oh yeah?

Yeah, yeah.

It wasn't much but she said he disappeared.

Right, he got cancer and then he disappeared.

Right.

Yeah, she didn't go into any detail.

Did she mention that, er, it was a m*rder investigation and that she was one of the suspects?

Nah.

We suspect her involvement.

There was no cancer diagnosis ever recorded.

It was just Sonia's testimony.

Oh.

And no body was ever found.

And then she got off because her friend Helen, provided her with a false alibi.

Helen, who's missing?

We suspect, that over time Sonia got paranoid that Helen might confess, so...

So she had to get rid of her too.

Mm-hm.

Wow. [sighs]

Serial k*ller?

Mmm.

I hope this isn't too unnerving for you, I'd hate to undermine your progress here.

No. No. No, it's... it's all good, yeah.

No, Sonia's... she's fine. Like, you know, she's a bit sniffy and she comes across stuck up but once you get to know her... she's actually great. Yeah.

Mmm.

[Liz chuckles]

What's your cover story for these meetings?

[laughs]

"Oh, I've just seen the prison psych, and she's got a new rehab program, but don't get me started 'cause she yabbers on and on about my deep anxiety, and my low self-esteem. Oh God, she's such a bore, she's got to get out more."

That is excellent. [laughs]

Yeah. [laughs]

[door opens]

Mate, should have cooled off before gettin' in the shower, I'm still sweatin'.

Mate, you do realise the women use the staff room too, eh?

Yeah, I know that.

There's no one here except you and me.

Mm.

So...

Governor Bennett. What's the dealio there?

The dealio?

Yeah. She single?

Married to the job.

She like guys or girls?

Men, as far as I'm aware.

You sure?

She, ah, had a thing with an officer [sighs]... male officer.

She seems...

I dunno, a bit sort of stitched up for all that.

Mate, she's the governor, show some respect, eh?

Yeah, no, I mean no disrespect of course.

I'm just... intrigued.

[Stewart sighs]

Put some pants on, eh?

Yes, Mum.

[door opens]

Hey.

You ready, Conway?

Ah, unfortunately, Jenkins, your application wasn't approved.

I'm so sorry.

[whispered] Oh, f*ck.

The security concerns were too great.

Vera: I know this is disappointing. I am, really sorry.

I am really sorry.

Yeah.

Here y'are. No, Oh, no, Booms. They're your biscuits. take 'em.

Honey, I don't need them.

Take them.

I don't need them.

I love you. I love you, Maxie, all right. I... [sobbing]

I love you.

Maxine: Oh, honey.

[Boomer sniffling]

Hey, Booms, Booms. Hey.

Yeah.

Call me, okay. And you remember...

Yeah. remember what I said, okay, "tough and brave".

Tough and brave, yeah.

♪ [melancholy music playing] ♪

She'll be right.

Okay, hon, I've gotta go.

[Boomer sobbing] Okay. Okay.[sniffles]

Well, good luck, my darlin'.

Oh!

Oh.

Thank you. Thanks, Sonia. [sniffles]

[sighs]

You're doin' the right thing.

[sniffles]

Now, darling. You go for it!

Boomer: Am I allowed to carry Maxie's bag, is that approved of?

Vera: Of course, Jenkins.

[Boomer sobbing]

Doreen: Maxine! Oh...

Maxine: Oh, Dors!

Thought you forgot about me. [crying]

You stay strong, okay.

Thanks, Dors. [chuckles]

[sighs]

Bag.

[Boomer sobbing] There you go, there you go.

[Boomer still sobbing] Yep.

[door unlocks]

♪ [melancholy music continues] ♪

[door locks]

Liz: Bye, love!

Bea: We love you, Maxine!

Bye!

[Boomer distraught] I just...

Oh, love. Oh, darlin'.

Boomer: Oh, my God.

Liz: Come on. It's all right.

Do you want a cuppa tea?

[Boomer sobbing & gasping] I f*cked up!

[Boomer sobbing and breathing heavily]

♪ [jarring music starts] ♪

I really am sorry, Booms.

Did the Governor blame it on security concerns?

Yeah, yeah.

Jeez, pathetic!

Channing would never have said that. Doubt she even asked him.

What?

Takes real strength to make a case to the regional director.

But she'd rather abandon Maxine, than do that.

[breathing heavily]

[Boomer bangs on glass]

You're weak as piss, Vinegar Tits!

Boomer: Weak as piss!

Slot her.

Okay, Jenkins...

[Boomer sobbing] No, no.

Jackson: Come on.

f*ck off! I should...

She didn't even ask!

She didn't even ask!

All right, all right.

I've got to ask... "Vinegar Tits"?

It's just a stupid nickname. We all get names.

But Linda's is "Smiles".

It just seems so... you know, at odds... with you.

Hey, love.

[scoffs]

Ridiculous.

I barely know Maxine.

Do you want a biscuit? Got plenty of Monte Carlos.

Must be bloody awful, not knowin' what happened.

With your husband.

Oh... sorry, love. You... you don't have to talk about it.

You know the day he told me, he was just so matter of fact about it.

Oh, God.

Mm, I fell to pieces, of course.

[chuckles] But then he kept saying, "Let's not get hysterical".

Of course you did, love.

[sighs]

And then... in the early hours of the morning...

I took some sleeping pills, we both did. I thought we just needed to lose consciousness.

And I woke up... at dawn... and the bed was empty. He was gone.

And that was it.

Jesus!

You know in my worst moments, I think... was it even true?

Mm, did he just want to end the marriage? Was it just some... elaborate plan to get rid of me?

Oh, God, I'm sure it wasn't.

[Sonia sniffles] And then, of course, I feel this... hideous guilt for even considering that.

[Bridget sighs]

Bea, you called for this session, perhaps you'd like to start...

You're... you have relationships with women, right?

I think you know that answer to that.

Have you always... with women?

No. In my 20's I...

I did date men.

Do you call yourself... bi or whatever?

Well, it doesn't matter what I call myself.

But I will say this, I think, uh, a lot of women who identify as lesbian, have had relationships with men, at some point.

[Bea sighs]

What about...

"gate gay"... do you think it's real?

What do you mean real?

Bea, we've not discussed your perspectives on love and relationships... you know, looking into the future, it's actually conceivable that, um...

Bea?

Where are you going?

I think I'm done here.

You know, I have, I've known a lot of women who identified as, ah, straight and who fell in love with a woman and panicked.

And to those women, I always said "Forget the terminology.

"Just be in the moment and see how you feel."

'Cause if you've fallen for someone then [chuckles]... f*ck the labels.

[Bridget chuckles]

♪ [low pitched thrumming starts] ♪

[background chatter and laughing]

She's just gotta stop bein' such a bloody hothead.

Liz: She can't even ring Maxine now.

Bloody idiot.

Every time I ask him in he keeps makin' these excuses.

Doreen: Just cried herself to sleep. Poor thing.

Doreen: I think sometimes you have to tell the truth.

Doreen: How could you do that? She was just too hysterical.

Doreen: ...stupid system of punishing...

♪ ♪

♪ [whooshing flourish] ♪

[Liz clears throat] Nuh, we have to pay for 'em.

Liz: No, it's concealed...

Doreen: ...it's a really big backyard. [laughs]

Doreen: It is. Anyways... and Nash says she's really good with the kids.

And of course my mind's racing and... and Nash will obviously see that.

Just give us a sec.

[chair scrapes]

Well, see you just gave up on Maxine, did you?

Not worth the effort?

What?

Don't listen to her, love.

You let a woman leave this prison for a double mastectomy with no f*ckin' support!

What kind of leader are you?

[scoffs] Why don't you just go back and sit down?

Or maybe it was deliberate.

Everyone here would rather have Maxine as Top Dog, we all know that.

Maybe you'd be happier if she was dead.

Will you f*ck off!

Bea, Bea, Bea!

Hey, hey!

[prisoners rioting]

Bea: f*ck you, bitch!

Jackson: All right! Calm down!

Jackson: Settle down, Smith!

Bea: You let her go!

Kaz: c**t!

Jackson: That's enough!

Come on then!

Back off, Proctor!

Kaz: Yeah, f*ckin' protect her, why don't you, you screw lover.

Bea: Oh yeah, heard that one before.

Sit down, Smith. Sit down!

[chairs scrape]

[Bea breathing heavily]

Sit down, ladies.

[Kaz exhales]

What was that?

Just making a point. About Maxine.

Bea, she's not worth it, love.

Yeah, but she's asking for it.

Look love, I don't want to tell you what to do but please, don't end up in the slot like Boomer.

Then I'd be in charge, and then we'd be really f*cked.

[chuckles] Wouldn't we?

[both laugh]

[Bea still breathing heavily]

Come on, let's go.

Liz: Bloody hell.

♪ [tense music plays] ♪

♪ ♪

♪ [Kn*fe slashing flourish] ♪

♪ [whooshing flourish] ♪

That Kaz woman. Personally, I don't know why anyone would follow her.

Seems completely deranged to me.

Perhaps in private she's more engaging.

Hey, uh, I just gotta check on something, okay?

You gonna be all right?

I suppose.

Allie. Come with us, now.

Why? What's going on.

Put that down. Come with us.

We're making a stand for Maxine. All of us united. Come on.

Come on. Hurry up!

♪ [low pitched ominous thrumming] ♪

♪ [tense music with drums play] ♪

[whispered] Hey, leave that, come with us.

What?

We're all making a stand.

Protesting for Maxine having to go through her operation alone.

Uh, I don't think so, love.

Doreen: It's not about crews or anything.

It's for Maxine.

No, I've gotta ring Soph.

And quite frankly, I don't like the way Kaz is using Maxine, love.

[Bea breathing heavily]

♪ [pulsating music starts] ♪

Sierra 5, this is Sierra 2.

Come in Sierra 2.

Proctor's on the warpath again. There's a posse of women heading your way.

Oh, copy that. I'm seeing it now.

♪ ♪

♪ [jarring metallic flourish] ♪

[Bea breathing heavily]

[door locks]

♪ [jarring metallic flourish] ♪

[bolt slides]

Allie?

[Bea rattles door]

Allie?

[Bea rattles door]

Hey, I'm in here!

[Bea's muffled voice] Hey, I'm in here!

[noisy whirring fan starts]

[Bea rattles door]

[gasps] Allie...

All right, Proctor.

We're in unity.

Maxine Conway, already a victim of abuse, was today sent away for a double mastectomy, alone.

Okay.

Help!

[more whirring fans switched on]

Hey! I'm in here!

[water running]

sh*t.

[muffled] Come on!

Help!

♪ [jarring metallic flourish] ♪

[Bea panting]

[muffled] Hey!

It's just another example of the inhumane treatment of the women.

prisoner: Yeah! It sucks!

[heavy breathing]

[water runs]

Look we've got a lot of women waiting here patiently for...

If you wanna support Maxine, sit with us, demand respect.

prisoner: Whatcha gonna do about it, Stewie?

[heavy breathing]

[muffled] Hey!

[water runs]

[gasps] Oh.

Well, Mr. Stewart. It looks like we're all in agreement.

♪ [pulsating music intensifies] ♪

[Bea breathing heavily]

[gasps]

Ah!

Help!

Help!

[water runs]

Maxine's hardly alone.

She's got the support of a nurse. She's got the support of an officer.

Yeah, real comfort that is.

Jackson: He's not getting anywhere.

She's stopping the women from taking their medication.

That's more than enough justification for the slot.

No, you wait here.

Look, if we break this up as...

I would rather not inflame things between you and Proctor.

Sierra 5, this is Sierra 2.

Come in Sierra 2.

prisoner: It's not right.

I'm on my way down.

prisoner: Ooh, freakin' Vinegar Tits!

Women: Oooh!

Here we go!

[Bea moans] No!

[gasping]

[water runs]

[bolt slides open]

♪ [suspenseful music starts] ♪

[door creaks open]

[Bea breathing heavily]

Argh!

No, come on. Don't, don't, don't.

It's pointless.

You can't overpower me, your system is flooding with a heavy dose of Rohypnol.

[groans]

No.

[exhales] It's not a poison. It won't cause you pain.

[muffled] It's a sedative.

It's a very potent sedative.

[Bea gasps]

[muffled] You imbibed it, oh, about half an hour ago now.

Vera: So, this is in solidarity with Conway, is it, Proctor?

Absolutely!

You can't speak, can you? The muscles around your throat and your jaw, in fact, all your muscles will be heavily affected now.

Maxine Conway, who right now would be being prepped for a double mastectomy...

Mmm. totally alone.

Mmm.

Your central nervous system will be slowing.

Your heart rate falling.

So, to support Conway... you're disrupting other women's access to their medication?

You know, Bea, if you stop fighting me, [Bea gasps] then all the tension and anxiety just [muffled] ebbs away.

Unbelievable.

♪ [gentle piano music begins] ♪

You begin to feel a... a magnificent calm.

Shhh.

[body collapses with a thud]

♪ [music ends] ♪

That's it. Just let yourself succumb.

♪ [jarring flourish] ♪

[door opens]

This should only take a minute or two.

Right, ah, sorry the Governor's occupied...

I really just need to get Bea Smith's signature on her statement.

And, ah, I have something she was after.

[gasps]

[water still running]

[shallow breathing from Bea]

Ah!

[muffled] You must be so afraid. You're still struggling.

[Bea gasps]

Governor, if you leave it much longer the [via walkie-talkie] Methadone girls are gonna start flippin' out.

[prisoners laughing]

Ferguson: There are only two ways to die in prison Bea: you could fall victim to an att*ck, be left to bleed in some... filthy corner; or far worse...

[muffled whisper] you could grow old.

We'll call the women needing medication up to the desk, one by one.

Well I don't think you should [walkie-talkie] be working around her.

Okay, where are we up to on the medical list?

"L".

♪ [rhythmic music begins] ♪

Sit and watch everyone you love, Liz and Maxine and...

[muffled] even young Allie, watching them all leave you one by one.

I just need one minute with Bea Smith.

Well, if you'd like to leave the paperwork, I'm...

I can't just leave it.

You delude yourself that... the relationships might endure, but... you become a tiresome obligation to them, and then a painful memory.

Then, nothing at all.

She asked me to source something, a call recording.

What's the call?

It's the call the put Karen Proctor away.

Ferguson: And then, after a painful eternity, you would... fall prey to cancer, or... heart disease perhaps?

And then...

[Ferguson breathing]

You would die an old wretch.

[male via recording] Yes, Western Crimes Division.

Ferguson (via recording): I'm calling to report a crime.

male: Who am I talking to?

Ferguson: I'm an inmate, at Wentworth Prison. I-I have some relevant information.

Your legacy forgotten.

Just, vomiting yourself to death in a barren cell.

[water continues to run]

[Bea gasping]

Ferguson (via recording): This group, the Red Right Hand...

Ferguson: I'm calling to report the identity of their leader. It's a... it's a woman called Karen Proctor.

♪ [drum beats] ♪

I have so much more respect for you now.

♪ [drum beats] ♪

Can I borrow this?

male recording: Karen...

What are you doing?

Look just... just stay right here.

♪ [drum beats] ♪

I hope that you can see this... this peaceful, silent passing as a... as a victory for you.

But she's already doing that, so...

[prisoner agitating]

Kaz: Have you been let out of the playpen, Mr. Jackson?

Stewart: Ladies, listen...

[Bea gasping]

[Bea gives a big gasp]

This is my gift.

♪ [drum beats] ♪

Would you like to hear the call that put you away?

♪ [urgent music with drumming starts] ♪

[splashing]

[slight movement of water]

♪ [drum beats] ♪

[muffled under water whooshing]

[muffled under water gurgling]

♪ [muffled tinkling music begins] ♪

♪ [gentle piano music plays] ♪

[slight movement of water]

[muffled under water sounds]

[muffled foot steps approaching]

♪ [whooshing flourish] ♪

Kaz: You're a f*cking bitch!

Lying traitor! Liar!

f*ck! No!

Allie: Push the panic button!

[Allie crying and screaming]

Push the panic button!

No! Help! Help!

[siren wailing]

It's f*cking jail!

[Allie screaming]

Kaz: f*ck!

[Mel screaming]

[siren wailing]

[Mel and Kaz screaming]

Ferguson: Oof! Ugh!

[Kaz screams]

You shopped us!

Aww!

Bea! [Allie crying]

f*ck, she's not breathing!

Someone call for help!

You shopped us all!

Ugh!

Argh!

You f*cking... psychotic... bitch!

No, no! I...

Allie: I don't know what to do! I don't know what I'm doing!

[siren wailing]

Allie: f*ck!

Ferguson: No, no. I didn't do it! I didn't... argh!

[fryer oil bubbles]

[Ferguson screams]

[Allie screaming] Somebody help!

[Allie hoarsely] She's not breathing.

[Ferguson gasping]

[Kaz screaming]

Ferguson: Argh, argh!

Stewart: Oi, Proctor!

Stewart: Hey, settle!

Kaz: f*ck off!

Stewart: Calm down, Proctor.

Jackson: Go, go, go, go, go! There. Allie, get her up.

Jackson: Come on, come on.

Allie: Just help us, please.

She's not breathing.

Bea, can you hear me?

[siren wailing]

[echoed] Bea, can you...?

[siren wailing]

♪ [music continues] ♪

[intentionally silent dialogue]

[siren wailing]

♪ [haunting music] ♪

Vera: If you can remember something, anything, that's it.

Kaz: Liar!

Ferguson: Argh!

♪ [chanting music] ♪

[Kaz screaming]

I think Joan Ferguson was trying to k*ll Bea Smith, and I think you knew.

♪ [drum b*at] ♪

[Allie scoffs] There's a rumour going around that we were trying to m*rder Bea.

♪ [drum b*at] ♪

♪ [whooshing flourish] ♪

Kaz: Don't!

You're supposed to be my friend!

I am the only one!

Vera: It's all over.

[whispered] It's fate...

What a limited imagination you have.

Ferguson is still making plans, okay. She's meeting contacts.

Vera: You must be proud of yourself, engineering this.

Outsmarting you would be a rather insignificant achievement, don't you think?

Don't let her get in your head.

♪ [drum beats] ♪

Bridget: You got a visitor.

[Frankie laughs]

The new season of Wentworth.

08:30 next Tuesday, on SoHo.