05x05 - Belly of the Beast

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"Wentworth" is a dynamic, often confronting, drama series that begins with Bea Smith's early days in prison. Set in the present day, it's a modern re-imagination of Prisoner.
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05x05 - Belly of the Beast

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MAN: Sonia Stevens, you're wanted for questioning regarding the disappearance of your husband.

SONIA: Which one of you b*tches is Witness X?

You owe me.

I don't owe you a f*ckin' thing, you prick!

FERGUSON: I called you here because you're all stakeholders in this business, buyers and sellers.

You're all aware of the problem. I hold the solution.

I'm this close to losing my job.

Not my problem.

She put you and your girls away!

KAZ: Why did Jackson lose the deputy governorship?

Big night. Positive piss test.

ALLIE: Whatever it is you're doing, I want to help you.

But you can't help me. You're gonna escape?

Listen... f*ck, Franky, that is crazy.

I gotta clear my name. You will get caught!

SONG: j& You don't know me j& When I don't know you j& You don't know me j& When I don't know you j& You're calling me in j& And you're catching me out j& You're calling me in j& And you're catching me out j& You're calling me in j& And you're catching me out j& You don't know me j& When I don't know you. j&

('GIMME' BY BOOM CRASH OPERA)

SONG: j& You're imperfect j& You're all over the place j& I try to hold you

j& My hands slide off of your face j& Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme j& Gimme what I want j& Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme j& Gimme what I want j& Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme j& Gimme what I want j& Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme j& Gimme what I want j& Just gimme, gimme j& Gimme what I want j& Gimme, gimme j& Gimme what I want... j&

sh*t.

f*ck! (ECHOES)

What did I tell you about bringing your filthy f*ckin' sh*t in here?

The only sh*t I see is you.

BOOMER: Oh-ho!

Get that stupid grin off your stupid f*ckin' face, Chinky Chonk, or I'll wipe it off for ya.

Back off, Bamm-Bamm.

Bamm-Bamm?

f*ckin'... Hey!

What did I tell you? Jesus, is nobody listening?

What... what f*ckin' use am I if I can't f*ckin' thump no-one?

Ha!

(GRUNTS)

I will find out how you're getting this in again, and you'll be royally f*cked.

And what are you gonna do? Huh?

Go cry to Mommy?

BOOMER: This place is just shithouse now, eh?

That Kaz, she's like... she's all talk and no action.

(MOCKINGLY) Yeah, 'cause she's got principles to uphold.

What the f*ck! (LAUGHS)

Hey, you... Ow! Don't punch me!

Ohh! Possum!

Are you moving back in with us?

Yeah, I got shunted from H3 to make way for La-di-da.

What, Sonia's back? (FRANKY GRUNTS)

Where have you been? BOOMER: Oh, sh*t.

What are you doin'? Mm.

I've gotta scull the rest of her special shampoo, right, before she gets back.

Before she asks for it back. Get a grip!

Honestly, look at you! BOOMER: Shut up!

(DOREEN CHUCKLES)

Hey, I'm rapt you're here.

You can help me rehearse my speech for tomorrow.

I've got stuff I've gotta do this arvo.

Oh, crap, I forgot.

Yeah, you've got your committal tomorrow too, eh?

Yeah, you know what? It's fine.

I'll sort it. We'll do it tonight.

Thanks, Franky. I really appreciate it.

(CHUCKLES) It's all good.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR) Oh, just a sec!

Yeah, come in.

-Hey- -Hey-

It was the Governor's idea, not mine. I...

If it has to be anyone, I'm glad it's you.

OK.

Is that Red's stuff?

Yeah.

Yeah, Liz packed it up for me, but I haven't been able to...

Hey, you know how you said you wanted to help me out?

Yeah.

I've got something for you to do.

(SIGHS)

I've been waiting three days to see you.

What is it, Birdsworth?

I saw Sonia Stevens.

What the bloody hell is she doing back in here?

She's been remanded for the m*rder of her husband.

They found his remains.

Jesus Christ, another m*rder.

Well, you can't put her back into general.

What I can't do is keep her in a holding cell indefinitely.

Well, you can put her in Protection, and that way she can't get at me.

Sonia has to request to be put into Protection.

She has k*lled two people we know of, Ms Bennett.

I don't want to be next!

If you wish, you can put yourself in Protection.

Oh, right!

And that's bloody obvious then that I was Witness X.

Sonia has no idea.

And what happens if she figures it out?

Well, she won't if you stay calm and stop panicking.

That's so easy for you to say.

(LOW, TROUBLED MUSIC)

P.A.: Attention, compound. Attention, compound.

H Block are now called for lunch.

Liz! (LAUGHS)

Oh, where have you been?

Oh, I heard you were back.

What... what happened?

This deranged cop couldn't get a conviction for Helen, so now he's framing me for the m*rder of my own husband.

So much for the justice system, eh?

I'm after that detective, and he shouldn't underestimate my reach.

(TENSE ELECTRONIC MUSIC)

BOOMER: Oi!

Oi! Ifuckin' saw that! MERCADO: Piss off.

How many f*ckin' times, huh?

Ya dumb f*ckin'...

Times!

You gonna listen to me now? Huh?

What about now? Hey? Huh? (GASPS)

Ohh-ohh! Ohh-ohh! Oh, whoopsie!

Whoopsie! Oi!

Gonna listen to me now, huh? Jenkins, let her go!

One more second, it's the slot. I mean it.

Enough.

Jesus Christ.

What's the problem here?

No, just bumped into her. Was an accident, eh?

Is that right?

Whatever she says.

Get to lunch. Ohh!

Go on. Yeah, lunch!

Go to lunch.

She is pissed.

What the f*ck? She's f*cking rinsed.

I know.

Her breath nearly k*lled me.

Whatever. She can have lunch and sleep it off.

I can't be arsed with the paperwork.

Wrong.

That was about the business.

She's gonna screw everything.

Mate, you got a second? Yeah, sure. What's up?

Oh, I just had to bounce Jenkins for a bit of argy-bargy.

Hardly surprising.

Yeah, the thing is, she reeked of booze.

Has she got a history of brewing lunatic soup?

I thought she'd given up. That's disappointing.

Yeah.

I'll, um, check it out.

Yeah.

Oh, Boomer.

(BOOMER GRUNTS SOFTLY)

(vv||_I_ SIGHS)

Oh, hey, Mr... Hey, Mr J.

What's that, Boomer?

Come on, where'd you get it? I don't have any!

(BOOMER SLURS) It's not even... it's not even fair

'cause I didn't f*ckin' do nothin'!

Come on. I didn't do nothin'!

What are you doing with her?

She was drunk and had dr*gs in her cell. That good enough?

Oh, Jesus! Boomer!

It wasn't f*ckin' mine!

Mr Jackson... Oh, f*ck.

I think Mr Jackson put it there. I think he f*ckin' put it there!

WILL: OK. Yeah, what did I do to you?

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

(SOBS)

BRIDGET: What I can tell you is that she came to see me to talk about you.

I think she was confused, but it was very clear to me that she was deeply in love.

(SIGHS)

(SOBS) Sorry.

Sorry.

It's OK.

I didn't mean to come in here and just blubber.

(SNIFFLES)

I just can't handle the thought that she's not coming back.

I know the sadness feels like it'll last forever, but it will get easier.

And don't block it out, you know?

Let yourself feel it. That's how we heal.

Don't be tempted to block it out with dr*gs.

I promised her I'll never use again.

Good.

Because being clean for a while makes it very easy to OD.

You'd know that from recent experience, right?

(EERIE ELECTRONIC MUSIC BUILDS)

Yeah.

I do.

(TENSE MUSIC)

(MARGE SINGS IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

That's lovely, Marge.

(MARGE SNIFFLES)

They're watching us, you know?

The screws?

The dead.

Always watching. Oh, watching, watching.

(SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Do you think they understand too?

(LAUGHS) They know!

Everything.

(WHISPERS) Everything.

MERCADO: What, does she think we're a charity or something?

(SCOFFS) That's right.

Hey, can I get some H?

f*ck off, you hooking piece of sh*t.

I've got money. I don't want your money.

Why? Please, I just need...

I'll tell you why.

Because you're a Kaz Proctor spy.

I sell you some sh*t, and she sends that big-arse h*nky to bash me.

No, I'm not with Kaz anymore.

I swear I'm not. Prove it, huh?

Please, I just need...

P.A.: Work details are to commence in 5 minutes.

All prisoners are to report to their work stations.

DOREEN: Oh, Mr Jackson, what's happened to Boomer?

Yeah, we heard you slotted her. Why?

Because she was drunk and I found dr*gs in her cell.

Oh, no way! That's his story.

LIZ: What's that mean? Truth is, he's behind it.

Give it a rest, Proctor.

He planted dr*gs in Boomer's cell to protect his dealer.

What bullshit. KAZ: Is it?

Look, I know for a fact he lost the deputyship because he's a drug user.

Try and deny that, why don't ya?

You're a dickhead, you know that?

Yeah.

Yeah, scurry off.

Guilty f*cking prick.

(ALARM CHIRPS, GATES BUZZ)

(GATES THUD SHUT)

(ALARM CHIRPS)

(ALARM CHIRPS)

(ALARM CHIRPS)

(LOW, SUSPENSEFUL ELECTRONIC MUSIC)

(LOCK BEEPS)

(LOCK BEEPS)

(SPANNER CLANKS)

(WHISPERS) sh*t!

(DOOR SLIDES SHUT)

Lost something?

God, I think I've dropped my swipe card.

LINDA: That's bad. Yeah, I know.

Don't suppose anyone's handed one in, have they?

Yeah, fight Um...

Would you be able to, um, check to see where it was last used so I can find it before the situation turns to sh*t?

If it hasn't already, you mean?

Oh, Linda, I'd really appreciate your help.

(SIGHS) Alright.

Come on.

Remember what happened to the last person who lost their swipe card?

Yeah, fight

(TENSE MUSIC BUILDS)

What the f*ck are you doing?

Give me one good reason why I shouldn't report you.

I'm a good root?

What the f*ck!

Oh, you think this is funny, do you?

Not to mention getting Novak to do your dirty work.

What if someone else had caught you with my card?

I would lose my job!

Yeah, but they didn't, did they?

You're compromising me now, expecting me to cover for you.

So will you?

(GASPS) What?

What were you trying to do? Escape?

Steal the brawler and smash through the gates?

Oh, that's... That's f*ckin' crazy!

No, it's not crazy.

I'm alone in here, Gidge.

And if I get convicted, I'm going to wither up and die.

(SOBS) I'm f*cked.

I just want to hold ya.

You promise me you'll never pull a stunt like that again.

-Even -Yeah.

Yeah, OK.

Look at me. (SOBS)

You promise me.

I promise.

(FRANKY SOBS)

(SNIFFLES)

What a f*ckin' mess.

(PRISONERS CHATTER IN DISTANCE)

-Hey- -Hey-

How'd it go?

It's all good. No wuckers.

OK, great, 'cause I gotta get that swipe card back to Ms Westfall before she knows it's missing.

Nah, no need. It's all sorted. Really?

Yeah.

Are you gonna tell me why you wanted it?

Nuh.

OK, well, are you sure it's all taken care of?

'Cause I feel bad, pulling a swiftie on Ms Westfall like that.

She's a really top chick.

It's all good.

KAZ: It was Will Jackson.

He planted the dr*gs on her.

OK, why would Mr Jackson do that?

Because he's supplying the women and he wanted Boomer slotted to protect his business interests.

OK, please don't waste my time with ridiculous accusations.

There has to be an officer involved. Think about it.

How could dr*gs be rife so soon after your crackdown?

If you don't do something about this, I'll take it to the Ombudsman.

Yep, fine. Fine.

But I hear he's quite busy.

Thank you for your time.

P.A.: Attention, compound.

Count will commence in five minutes.

(EERIE ELECTRONIC MUSIC)

(INMATES ARGUE AND CHATTER IN DISTANCE)

(DOOR CLANGS SHUT)

OK, Dors, let's hear your speech.

Lay it on me.

I can't, Franky.

I mean, I'm so frickin' nervous I can't even bloody think straight!

Alright, first of all, you've gotta calm the f*ck down.

It's tomorrow, for Christ's sake!

I mean, look.

I got an idea.

Oi. Ears.

Now, we're gonna be the board. LIZ: Oh, wow.

So it's a role play? Yeah.

Oh, in that case, I grant us all immediate parole.

LIZ: Oh, yes, yes. ALLIE: Thank you!

OK, Dors, so give us your speech, and you two heckle the living sh*t out of her.

Ooh, OK. Yes!

OK. (CLEARS THROAT)

My name is Doreen Anderson...

LIZ: Doreen? That's a bit old-fashioned.

That doesn't sound Indigenous. Well, you don't stop.

Keep going.

I'm 26 years old...

Bullshit! You look older. Yep.

In 2012, I was charged with reckless endangerment...

If you're lying about your age, Doreen, what else could you be lying about?

Oh, shut up!

FRANKY: Just ignore them. Keep going.

How am I supposed to talk with them carrying on?

Well, that's the whole point. We're desensitising ya.

Why?

'Cause when you get through yourspeech with people hanging sh*t on you, which is your worst nightmare, then tomorrow you'll cream it.

Easy-peasy. Japanesey.

FRANKY: So come on, talk.

Speech, speech, speech, speech speech!

OK! OK. LIZ: Let her read.

My name is Doreen Anderson.

Anderson. That's an unusual surname.

I'm 26 years old... FRANKY: Good.

Too young to have any sense. (LAUGHS)

...and drug and alcohol of fences.

I was sentenced to five years in Wentworth...

Is that Norwegian? Not enough.

(DARK ELECTRONIC MUSIC)

P.A.: Attention, compound. Attention, compound.

H Block are now called for breakfast.

LIZ: Hey. How are you doing?

You worried about your committal?

Nah. Been to one committal, you've been to 'em all.

Yeah, that's true. Doyle?

See ya. See ya.

Your hearing's been postponed. You're off the hook today.

No, no, no, it's gotta be today.

There's a court backlog. It got bumped.

So when? I don't know.

I'm just the messenger.

(WHISPERS) Oh, sh*t. Oh, f*ck!

LUCY: Oi, Miss Fancypants.

We need to have a little chat.

Mm-hm. And what would you like to chat about?

Well, for starters, can I offer you some free advice?

(SIGHS) By all means.

You're gonna need some protection now you're not with Bea and her H1 crew.

Protection?

From whom? (CHUCKLES)

From whom! Don't ya love it?

You see, the thing is, some of the women in here would like nothing better than to soil up that fancy clobber of yours.

STELLA: Mess your hair.

f*ck up your face.

I see.

Well, thank you for sharing that insight.

It's been most valuable.

But...

...the boys and I would be more than happy to oblige by watching your back.

You would? Mmm.

Cash donation to our Christmas fund.

Could be negotiated.

Oh, that's very kind.

Or, on the other hand, perhaps I could offer you some free advice.

I don't respond well to extortion.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Come on.

(LAUGHS)

(PRISONERS CHATTER INDISTINCTLY)

Proctor?

Shouldn't you be getting ready for court?

No, my appeal got postponed again.

No, it's back on. Didn't you get the message?

What, today? You'd better shake a leg.

f*ck! Finally!

Finally!

A bit of notice would have been good, huh?

JAKE: Talk to your lawyer. OK!

WILL: I can't believe you'd think for one second that I'm supplying dr*gs to the women!

I don't, but what I think isn't relevant.

Well, it is to me.

You know that as governor, I am required to follow through on any information given to me.

What, even crap dreamt up by the likes of Proctor?

You know she's got it in for me.

Her allegation was reiterated by Jenkins.

Hello! After I slotted her for drug possession.

Look, I know it will be proven spurious.

But you do have a history of drug use and if I don't investigate it, Proctor's going to the Ombudsman.

What, so you're making this official?

You don't want me back as deputy, then?

Wh... I didn't say that.

No, you're just gonna let that bitch Proctor bang another nail in my coffin.

(DOOR CLICKS OPEN)

Thank you.

WILL: OK, Linda, I've got this.

You can take the J Block shift. Suits me.

Court's boring as bat sh*t.

(LOCK BEEPS, GATE BUZZES)

Get in.

Your days are numbered, Jackson.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

DOREEN: My name is Doreen Anderson.

I'm 26 years old.

In 2012, I was sentenced to five years and I've served four and a half here in Wentworth.

I was previously denied a parole hearing by the former governor because I wasn't always on my best behaviour.

I fell pregnant while in jail.

The thing is, that turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to me.

You see, back in 2012 I was 21 and didn't really have any family support.

Now, I'm not trying to shift responsibility for what I did.

I hurt people, and I deserve to be in here.

But the person I hurt the most was myself.

I lost my unborn baby because I was stupid and careless.

And I'll never forgive myself for that.

If you believe in natural justice, it was done.

And then some.

(DOREEN INHALES)

But life... (CHUCKLES TEARFULLY)

...has thrown me a second chance with my little boy, Josh, and my beautiful partner, Nash.

They've been my rehabilitation.

I know I'm a better person because of them and I welcome the responsibility of being a great partner and a great mum.

That's why I want this transfer to Perth, to be near my family, to continue my growth as a human being and hopefully...

...become a positive person in my community.

That's all I've got to say.

Thanks for hearing me.

Thank you, Doreen.

If there are no questions?

(LOW, OMINOUS ELECTRONIC MUSIC)

Take the next exit, please. DRIVER: Er, OK.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

(KEYS JANGLE)

What the f*ck is going on?

Why have we stopped?

Well, what do you want? A blow job?

In your f*ckin' dreams.

You told the governor that I was supplying dr*gs to the women.

You are.


Your bullshit could ruin my career. My f*ckin' life.

That's not my problem. I'm looking after the women.

Really? You're looking after the women?

Well, you're doing a pretty sh*t job if you think I'm the f*ckin' problem!

What a tough guy.

Menacing a handcuffed, vulnerable woman.

You're not vulnerable.

You're f*cked.

You're poison.

I could rip your head off right now and no-one would give a sh*t.

(METAL CLANGS)

(WILL BREATH ES HEAVILY)

(KNOCKING ON METAL) Hey, Will!

(PANTS TEARFULLY) (DOOR SLAMS)

(ENGINE STARTS)

(METAL CLANGS) (vv||_I_ GRUNTS)

Oh, sh*t!

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(METAL CRUNCHES, GLASS SMASHES)

(CRIES OUT) (GLASS SMASHES)

Arggh!

(HEAVY CRASH)

Ugh! (WATER SPLASHES)

(SPARSE, SERENE ELECTRONIC MUSIC)

(STRAINS)

(GRUNTS)

Got ya.

Come on, eh?

Call an ambulance!

(GAS PS)

Just call an ambulance. FISHERMAN: Yeah, yeah.

Hold his head, hold his head.

(WATER BUBBLES)

Oh, f*ck - Kaz.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(METAL CREAKS)

Proctor? (BANGS ON GRILL)

Proctor, wake up! Can you hear me? Come on.

(SHOUTS) Proctor!

Proctor! Come on, wake up.

Come on!

Proctor! Open your eyes!

Kaz!

Oh, Sh... (GRUNTS)

(STRAINS)

Come on, Kaz. Kaz, come on. I need you to wake up.

Proctor!

Kaz, can you hear me?

(GAS PS)

(SCREAMS)

WILL: Kaz! I can't get out!

Help me!

Proctor, listen to me, OK?

Stay calm. Stay calm.

I'm going to get you out, alright?

Hold there, hold there.

(STRAINS)

Kaz, undo your seatbelt. I can't move my arm.

Stay with me, Proctor.

(vv||_I_ GRUNTS) (WEEPS HYSTERICALLY)

(STRAINS)

(PANTS)

Get the cuffs! Get the cuffs off!

I broke my arm. I broke my arm!

OK. OK.

(KAZ MUTTERS INDISTINCTLY)

Ahhh! f*ck!

(WATER BUBBLES) (KAZ SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY)

How are you doing?

(GASPS) OK.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, hey.

Come on, come on. Stay with me.

Hey? Just stay with me. Stay with me.

Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow! OK. Hold on, hold on.

Alright, alright, alright.

I'm just gonna put your arm in yourjacket, OK?

D-d-d-d-don't!

It's OK. It's gonna be alright.

(KAZ SHRIEKS)

(GASPS) WILL: OK, I gotcha.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. (STRAINS)

OK, OK.

We need to get out of here, OK? We need to get out of here.

I need you to hold your breath.

Gotta slip through that hole, OK?

I'll be right behind you, alright?

I promise. OK, listen. (WHIMPERS)

I promise. OK, alright, alright.

I can't make it through it. OK.

I can't. Just hold your breath.

Kaz, hold your breath. Hold your breath.

OK?

One, two, three.

(BOTH INHALE)

(EERIE MUSIC)

(GAS PS)

(ORLA FALLON SINGS) j& As I went down in the river to pray j& Studying about that good 0|' way j& And who shall wear the starry crown? j& Good Lord, show me the way... j&

(BREATHES RAPIDLY) j& O sisters, let's go down j& Let's go down, come on down J' O sisters, let's go down... j& (METAL CLANKS) j& Down in the river to pray... j&

(SHOUTS) Mr Jackson!

(CHOIR SINGS ALONG) j& Studying about that good 0|' way j& And who shall wear the robe and crown? j&

(SHRIEKS) Will!

(SIRENS APPROACH)

(KAZ SHOUTS) Mr Jackson! J' O mothers, let's go down j& Come on down, don't you want to go down? j&

Come with me. Come on. No! j& Come on, mothers, let's go down... j&

Somebody's still in there!

Ma'am, please, come back. He's out there! j& As I went down in the river to pray j& Studying about that good 0|' way j& And who shall wear the starry crown? j&

MAN: Come on, I need you... KAZ: No! j& Show me the way. j&

(w||.|. GASPS)

(WEEPS)

He's OK. Come on.

(PANTS)

MAN: Here. Come on.

(WILL PANTS) MAN: You OK?

Come on. You're... OK.

Let me take a look at that arm for you.

(TEARFULLY) Just make sure he's OK.

You right, mate? Yeah.

No injuries? I'm fine, I'm fine.

(VVILL PANTS)

Are you OK? You OK?

OK.

(SPARSE, SERENE ELECTRONIC MUSIC)

Did you have anything to do with sabotaging the brawler, by any chance?

No.

There's been an accident. What? Who was in it?

Will Jackson, Kaz Proctor, the driver.

Oh, sh*t.

Tell me you had nothing to do with it.

(WHISPERS) I didn't.

Are they alright? Don't know.

Waiting to hear from emergency services.

I don't know, but apparently it was serious.

I heard it crashed into a river.

sh*t.

Hey, Franky.

Have you heard?

I totally f*cked up. What?

It wasn't your fault.

(PENSIVE ELECTRONIC MUSIC)

Kaz and Mr Jackson have been taken to hospital.

But they're OK. You sure?

Oh, thank f*ck for that.

(SIGHS)

What did you do to the brawler?

Never meant anyone to get hurt.

Well, what did you think was gonna happen?

I loosened one of the wheels.

I thought they'd transfer me to another vehicle and...

Oh, and what, you were gonna make a run for it?

Yes! Have you got any better ideas?

It's so f*cked up, Franky!

Kaz could have d*ed.

And you made me a part of it!

(PUNCHES THUD) KIM: Elbows in.

(PUNCHES THUD)

Counterpunch.

(UNEASY MUSIC)

(GATE BUZZES)

Hey.

I've done what you wanted.

I put Kaz in hospital.

That should prove I'm not with her anymore.

How?

It was an accident.

It was no accident.

You remember that missing shifter?

I used it to loosen the wheel nuts on the brawler.

How did you get to it?

I stole Ms Westfall's swipe card.

So can I get some H?

It's a good story.

LUCY: Liz!

Just the person I was lookin' for.

We need to have a chat about your friend Sonia.

What about her?

She's a hard nut to cr*ck.

I want you to convince her she needs the boys' and my protection.

Why would I do that when you're just tryin' to scab her money?

Sonia know about your dicky ticker?

(DOREEN LAUGHS)

So when do you find out about your transfer?

Oh, soon I hope. I've already packed.

You're confident. I like that.

DOREEN: Three words, Sonia.

"In... the... bag." Boom!

You're very quiet, Liz.

Everything alright? Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

I'm just gonna miss Dor.

I tried. She won't budge.

Snooty bitch.

(HUMS MERRILY)

Right, everyone out.

Get out! Go on, f*ck off!

Hurry up. Scamper. STELLA: f*ck off!

Not you. You can stay.

What do you think you're doing?

Me and the boys are about to demonstrate why you need our protection.

Look at yourself.

Barbaric.

(CRIES OUT) (LUCY CHUCKLES)

(INTENSE MUSIC)

Home delivery.

Your story checked out.

Thanks. Don't thank me.

Just give me the cash.

(SIREN WAILS)

P.A.: Attention, compound. Attention, compound.

This is a code blue.

Attention, all staff, available officers to medical for escort, over.

Attention, compound. Attention, compound.

This is a code blue.

(DARK MUSIC)

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

(DOOR OPENS)

Oh, sorry to keep you waiting.

Yeah, the code blue.

Take a seat.

I don't suppose you'd know anything about that, by any chance?

Oh, no, Governor.

So, you've got news about my transfer?

Look, I'm very sorry to have to tell you this, but your application was refused.

|...| thought I'd done really well.

Oh, you did. You couldn't have presented your case any better.

I have to say, I'm surprised too.

Then why? They didn't give a reason.

It was just a simple no.

You'll get a full response in due course.

What am I gonna do now?

Look, it's only six months till your parole.

It'll go quickly.

But even when I get parole, Governor, I can't get on a plane until Corrections say so.

And that could take forever.

My baby won't remember me by the time I get out of here!

I'm so sorry, Doreen.

I'll be sure to give you extra phone privileges.

I don't want extra phone privileges.

I want to see my son.

I'm here to see Sonia. I'm her peer worker.

Maybe you can find out who did this to her.

She wouldn't tell the gov a thing.

Oh, and you think I wanna be eating through a straw too, do you?

Five minutes. Mm.

She's not up for much at all.

LIZ: sh*t.

Is she gonna be alright?

ACL one side, sprained ankle the other.

She won't be walking for a while.

The rest are just superficial. LIZ: Right.

Sonia?

It's Liz.

(SONIA GRUNTS) Can you hear me, love?

It's alright. Don't... don't try and talk.

I just wanted you to know I was here.

All the girls are really sorry to hear about your fall in the shower.

And they hope you're back with us really soon.

But if you ask me, I reckon you should move into Protection.

Even if you give 'em what they want, it'll never be enough, love.

Ask to be put in Protection.

No.

They can't...

...win.

(LOCK BEEPS, DOOR BUZZES)

(PRISONERS TALK, INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

Do I have to spend the night in the medical holding unit?

Well, you took a hit to the head.

You have to be under obs.

It's not a good look for a top dog.

A broken arm's bad enough.

Not your call.

(KAZ CLEARS HER THROAT)

I, um, wanted to thank you for rescuing me.

I think you saved my life today.

Well, I'm not sure you deserve it, but anyway.

What was I gonna do?

KAZ: Yeah.

(LOCK BEEPS)

(LOW, MENACING MUSIC)

Um...

...you know, maybe things will be different in the future.

Now is the time.
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