06x04 - Winter Is Here

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RAY: What the f*ck happened back there?

It was an easy job, a smash-and-grab.

Jesus, Reet, why did you have to be so careless?

You f*cking k*lled Sharon!
(GASPS)

I need the Green Wall up. Good luck with that.

(PRISONERS SHOUT) KOSTA: No more bets!

Stop this fight!

What you gonna do? Lecture me, huh?

I'm gonna teach you to protect yourself.

You k*lled Sharon, thinking it was me, didn't ya?

You lagged on me.

You wanted me to make that f*ckin' confession.

FERGUSON: No! No!

No! Stop! No! No!

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.

(SPARSE ELECTRONIC MUSIC)

BOY: Hey, Mum, watch me do this!

WOMAN: Hey, Danny.

Your mates at basketball said to stop slacking off.

They need you to line up for the finals.

(SHOUTING AND THUDDING ON COMPUTER)

Jesus.

So that's Marie Winter? She have a history of v*olence?

VERA: She's a cleanskin.

According to the Department briefing file, she owns half the brothels and strip clubs in Melbourne, but she's never been convicted of anything.

WILL: Until now.

(LAUGHS)

MILES: Hurry up.

MARIE: You know, they said with Danny in the engine room, they reckon they've got it in the bag.

And I said to them, "Don't worry.

"Danny will be on his feet in no time."

I said you'll be there.

MAN: I'm sorry to report there's no change.

The results of his latest MRI confirm there's no blood flow.

Unfortunately he's brain dead.

He's never going to regain consciousness.

WILL: Winter.

Yes.

Yes, Mr Jackson.

Yes, Mr Jackson.

Date of birth? 6 May, 1972.

DOCTOR: Now, I know it's not an easy decision to make.

Well, I want a second opinion.

Next of kin?

DOCTOR: You need to consider the fact that...

MARIE: No, no. |won't do that. I will not k*ll my son.

WILL: Do you have any family contact?

I'm sorry for your loss.

Do you know?

There's just nothing more any of us can do for David.

Oh, God!

We were briefed on why you were here.

His name is Danny!

f*ck you!

I'm not proud of what I did, Mr Jackson.

I deserve to be here.

I'm not k*lling my boy, you f*cking arsehole!

I will not k*ll my son!

Never been in prison before? No.

Just keep your head down, it'll go quickly and you can get back to your life.

I'm Governor Bennett. I know.

I've seen you on the news.

I'm assuming you're not familiar with the prison system?

No, Governor, I'm not.

Well, most women go straight into the general population, but with high-profile prisoners, such as yourself, I'd recommend the Protection Unit.

I'm not looking for any special treatment.

I'm more concerned about keeping you safe.

I don't have any enemies.

There may be working girls in here who know you.

I've always treated my girls well.

You're in here for a violent as*ault.

But I'm not a violent person, Governor. What happened was...

Intentionally causing serious injury, that is what happened, Ms Winter.

Are you a mother, Governor?

No, and I fail to see what that has to do with anything...

Because the first moment that you hold your child, it's...

(SIGHS)

Well, it's overwhelming.

And you know from that second on, you'd do anything to protect them.

(MARIE SNIFFLES)

Anything-

Alright, I've organised a peer worker to show you around.

Send Birdsworth in.

Liz, uh, this is Marie Winter.

Hey. VERA: Uh, this is Liz.

She's your peer worker. She'll help settle you in.

H3, Liz. Yeah, no worries, Ms Bennett.

I trust there'|| be no problems.

You don't have to worry.

LIZ: Yeah, just come through here.

RITA: Slip, slip.

Keep... keep your defence up.

Slip, slip, boom.

(PRISONERS CHATTER) This way. Keep walking.

(PRISONERS CALL OUT LECHEROUSLY)

PRISONER 1: They're the best-lookin' bunch!

PRISONER 2: Yeah.

PRISONER 1: Come back, come back. I'm gonna show you mine...

Shut up, you lot!

Oi. PRISONER: She's |ookin' at me.

Throw it long. (PRISONERS JEER AND SHOUT)

sh*t. Who's on my team?

'ZZZ

...want to...

...eat...

What? "| want to eat your cat"?

Must be difficult learning a new language at her age.

BOOMER: How old do you reckon Juice would be?

Oh, I'd say... 350.

400. POLLY: 'S'...

...in dog years. POLLY: Oh, 'p*ssy'?

Oh, f*ck, in your dreams! (BOTH LAUGH)

PRISONER 1: Hey, spunks! (PRISONERS WOLF-WHISTLE)

PRISONER: Nice spread in here, girls!

PRISONER 2: Nice legs! PRISONER 3: Nice tatts!

PRISONER 4: Hey, is that Marie Winter?

PRISONER 5: Hey, Marie! PRISONER 6: Marie!

sh*t.

PRISONER 5: Hey, Marie! Best-lookin' bunch yet.

PRISONER 5: Hey, Marie!

You're never gonna f*cking believe who's here.

(SIGHS) sh*t.

Thank you.

So are you famous, are ya? Hardly.

What was all that, then?

Some of the women may have seen me around.

Oh, yeah?

MARIE: So, this is home, huh?

Yeah. Welcome to H1.

Didn't the Governor say H3? Did she?

Oh, sh*t, yeah, she did. I'm sorry, love.

It's back this way, yeah.

You right carrying that? Yeah, fine.

WILL: How did you go with Winter?

VERA: I've put her in general.

Will, I've decided to dismantle the workshop.

I want it pulled apart immediately.

Knock any notion of reopening it on the head.

After all the sh*t it's caused?

No-one's gonna approve that, surely?

Stevens has friends in very high places.

OK. I'll get Jake onto it.

No, I want you to handle it personally.

(SIGHS)

It's just this week's a bit of a shocker for me.

I mean, Jake will be in soon. I'm sorry, Will.

I really need someone I can trust on this.

(GRIM MUSIC)

(SIGHS)

Pushing in. Hey, there you go.

Hey, what do you reckon Franky's doing right now?

I would be sleeping in.

Oh, not eating this sh*t, that's for sure.

Bet I know what she's eating.

(LAUGHS)

_H6y-_H6y-

Hey, you... you feeling better? Yeah, fighting fit.

Oh, yeah, good, 'cause you were really good, eh?

Like frickin', like, awesome.

Ah, no, I'm deadly, sis. Yeah, yeah. Deadly.

(LAUGHS) Deadly.

OK, ladies, I need three volunteers.

Fine. Hutch, Radio, Benton, you're volunteered.

We're going to the workshop. Now.

I haven't finished brekkie! Move!

What's happening with my workshop?

LIZ: sh*t, what's up his arse today?

(TENSE MUSIC)

JEN: It took balls, Mr J.

What did you say? Balls.

Ferguson and Franky getting in there, not knowing where they'd end up.

SONIA: What do you think you're doing?

This workshop is an extremely important part of the prisoner training program.

Not anymore. We're dismantling it for good.

May I ask why?

Two escapes and Gilmour's m*rder might have something to do with it.

Can you take her back, please? MILES: Stevens.

(KNOCKS ON DOOR)

I'm sorry, Governor. Stevens insisted on seeing you.

Don't leave, Ms Miles. This won't take long.

What is Mr Jackson doing in my workshop?

I told you I'd shut it down. Now I am.

But he's dismantling it completely.

Because it represents an unacceptably high security risk.

If there's nothing else, I've got work to do.

No, wait.

What if I were able to help you with your PR problem?

I don't have a PR problem.

Sharon Gilmour.

Would you give us a minute, Ms Miles?

Go on.

I may be nothing more than a prisoner, but I do understand publicity.

Women like you and me need to be very aware of our public...

Get to the point.

Another unsolved m*rder on your record can't be very useful.

There's only one.

Just imagine I were to discover who k*lled Gilmour.

That would... that would be useful, wouldn't it?

If you know anything about that...

Of course I don't, but you know how the prison grapevine works.

Just say I did hear something...

Then I would expect you to tell me.

If I were to tell you, that would be a very big risk for me so I would need something in return.

Not a chance.

I'll make you a deal.

The k*ller for the workshop.

I don't do deals with prisoners, Stevens.

Ms Miles!

Let's go, Stevens.

(SIGHS SOFTLY)

Hope you like it. Alcohol-free.

Alcohol-free. Of course.

Hey. Welcome. OK. Thank you.

(PRISONERS CHAT INDISTINCTLY)

Here you go.

Who does she think she is?

Just let us know if you need anything.

It's good to have some friends in here.

Oh!

Lovely chocolates. That's kind.

(PENSIVE MUSIC)

You hungry? You take that.

Thank you. I love these.

Thank you. How's your cell?

MARIE: It's really good...

Oh, rose and almond syrup cake.

Oh, that looks lovely.

Orange blossom and raspberry angel food cake.

Oh, looks amazing.

Wk?

Look, I just want to say thanks for showing me around today.

Oh, cheers. But it's really... that's not necessary.

That's OK. Look, they were a gift, but I don't eat chocolate.

Oh, well, shame to waste 'em, eh?

Uh, they're for Liz. Oh, it's OK.

It's fine. She owes me.

Hey, how come everyone knows you?

Well, I mean, hardly everyone.

Well, a few women may know me through my businesses.

Oh, yeah? What do you sell?

Sex. (LAUGHS)

(CHUCKLES) Oh, I wasn't expecting that.

Ahh! Ah, f*ck!

Arghh! Arghh! Arghh! Oh, sh*t!

MARIE: What's the matter? Oh, sh*t! Oh, darling!

It hurts! It hurts! It hurts! Oh, it's hurting.

It's sore, yeah? It's hurting in the mouth.

Come to the tap. Come on, girl.

Go, go, go, go, go, go! Spit it out. That's it.

Spit it out. It's alright. It's hurting my lip.

OK, get it all out. Oh, sh*t!

Aghh! It's razor blades.

What? f*ck! Oh, Booms!

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

Phones are now available for use.

Here, put this on your mouth.

(MUTTERS) No. Get away from me!

Hey, you can't think I had anything to do with that.

Well, where'd the chocolates come from?

A welcoming committee. Oh, God. Some welcome.

I'm gonna f*ckin' k*ll 'em. Hey, shh.

Try not to talk. The mouth heals quickly.

Just give it a chance. Bit of a nurse as well, are ya?

Well, I've patched up a few.

(SIGHS) I just can't believe this happened.

I mean, clearly this was meant for me.

Have you got any idea who'd wanna do that to you?

No, none.

LIZ: Well, you might want to be a bit careful, Marie, yeah?

(POIGNANT MUSIC)

LIZ: Oh, Booms, look at you, you poor old thing.

Just keep that ice there, love, yeah?

'Cause that'|| help ya.

|'ll be back in a sec. Mm, righto.

Allie?

(BREATHLESSLY) Allie.

My God, it is you.

I can't believe it. How are you?

I'm good. I'm really good.

God, you look so grown up.

It's been a long time.

I really missed you, Allie.

I know it was messy in the end, but I never meant to...

KAZ: Everything OK?

What do you want?

Hello, Karen. God, long time.

We were just catching up. Yeah?

Well, maybe she doesn't want to catch up.

I'm fine. See? She's fine.

Like she always was.

KAZ: Cops finally caught up with you.

What was it? Trafficking?

Under-age workers? Wow. (LAUGHS)

You've really moved on, Karen.

I find you're recruiting girls in here, and I will come down on you like a ton of sh*t.

I'm sure that's true.

Good to see you, Allie.

You alright?

I will not let her get her hooks into you again, OK?

PRISONER 1: Give us a hand here, will ya?

PRISONER 2: Yeah, alright.

PRISONER 1: Oh, come on, ya slack bitch!

I've been at this all morning.

(SCRAPING AND SCRATCHING ECHO)

(PRISONERS CHATTER DISTANTLY)

(SCRAPING AND SCRATCHING CONTINUE)

Yaaaaa! (PRISONERS LAUGH)

Oh, ya saved me, Mr J.

No, I farted. I thought I was gonna choke to death.

Get out, Radio. Now.

I can't. I'm stuck! Now!

OK, keep ya shirt on!

(PRISONERS LAUGH)

Ugh!

Come on, Mr J. It's f*ckin' funny.

Get back to work!

PRISONER 1: Oh, come on! PRISONER 2: Good one, Stella.

PRISONER 1: It was funny.

(PENSIVE PIANO MUSIC)

(PRISONERS CHATTER)

Hey, how ya doin'? Oh, yeah.

(H9)'-

I'm Marie. Good for you.

I saw you training before.

Look like you can handle yourself in a fight.

Take a swing and you'll find out.

I need someone to watch my back.

Get a mirror.

Hey:

Pay's good. It'll be cash.

Be waiting for you when you're released.

You don't look like someone who needs a bodyguard.

Be easy cash, then.

(LOW, FOREBODING MUSIC)

Hey, Ruby, what's going on with you and Marie?

Ooh. You jealous?

No, I'm serious.

Nothing. I'm just her bodyguard.

You should stay away from her.

Allie, I need the cash.

Yeah, except all of her money comes from f*cking over other women.

She's poison. Chill.

I'm just pretty muscles for hire.

Mr Jackson. Hey.

What's up?

How long's Marie Winter in for?

Twelve months. Eight for good behaviour. Why?

(SIGHS) She's gonna be trouble.

Why's that? Trust me, I know.

Well, when I inducted her, she was sad, sorry for what she'd done.

So she sucked you in? No!

Of course not.

She... seemed genuine.

Don't believe a single word she says.

You don't know her like I do.

(LOW, BROODING MUSIC)

What are you doing here?

We're in the same unit.

You'd better get used to that.

Yeah, well, my luck holds.

You gonna shiv me in the night?

What did I tell you about grooming girls in here?

Well, you heard about the razor blades.

What about it?

I mean, I need Ruby for protection in here.

That'd better be all, or you will need protection.

From me.

If you're top dog, you can find out who spiked my chocolates.

(LAUGHS)

They'd be queuing up.

Hey, maybe it was you. Maybe it was.

You've always harboured a grudge.

I wonder why.

Just so you know, I don't bear you any ill will at all about what happened.

Just so you know, I do.

Everything alright? f*ckin' peachy.

(SCOFFS)

(PRISONERS CHATTER)

PRISONER: Yes! ALLIE: She sh**t!

Ohhhh, she scores!

(WISTFUL MUSIC)

Whoo-hoo! Yeah!

Hey, Mum, did you just see that?

Allie couldn't get the ball off me!

YOUNG ALLIE: OK, well, let's try that again.

Whoo-hoo! Yes!

Yeah-eah-eah! Mighty Mouse for the win!

Yes!

PRISONER 1: Rightio. Come on. Who's gonna go again?

Come on. PRISONER 2: Yeah, alright.

PRISONER 1: Not gonna put up with that. Let's go.

Hey, um...

...if I was looking to score, who should I speak to?

Over there. Kosta.

Not bad.

KOSTA: Here ya go.

Uncut white.

Cash up-front.

If I'm paying top dollar, I want to know what I'm buying.

(CLICKS FINGERS)

What's that muck on the top? Is that baby powder?

Oh, f*ckin' Greeks.

I'm not buying that sh*t.

Where do you think you are? The f*ckin' Golden Triangle?

VERA: Yes, sir, I've seen it.

I'll be doing that.

OK. Goodbye.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

You wanted to see me, Governor?

Have a look at this.

Oh, sh*t.

VERA: The Coroner calls our security

"world's worst practice".

The Opposition wants an inquiry into deaths in custody.

So where are the police on the Gilmour m*rder?

No w*apon, no motive, no suspects.

Basically no idea.

Oh, Governor!

This is a pleasant surprise.

What have you heard about Gilmour on your grapevine?

Oh, so we have a deal?

I told you, I don't do deals with prisoners.

No, no, no. Of course. But you will reopen my workshop?

MY workshop.

With certain provisos, yes.

Mm-hm.

24-hour surveillance, and every woman in that workshop has to have a TAFE certificate.

Done.

(DARK, BROODING MUSIC)

You wanted me for something? Shut the door, will you?

Ooh, big secret, eh? (CHUCKLES)

Now, Kosta's gear's sh*t. I can't use it.

(CHUCKLES) I wouldn't have taken you for a junkie.

I'm not.

It's OK, I was...

This joint will do your head in, that's for sure.

Will you help me bring in my own gear?

Nuh. That's not my thing.

L'|| pay YOU-

Marie, I wouldn't know where to start.

No, that's OK. I'll organise everything.

Well, why don't you do it yourself, then?

(SIGHS) They're bloody watching me like hawks.

But don't worry, I'll... I'll find someone else.

Just thought you could really do with the money.

Oh, f*ck it.

I'll give it a cr*ck.

JAKE: Alright, ladies! Step out of your cells, please!

Everyone out in the lounge now. This is a cell toss.

Mitchell, back to your unit.

The rest of you, assume your position outside your cells.

What? Again?

Welcome to the new world order, Proctor.

What's that?

Well, we're going to keep tossing H Block until we shake out all your contra.

Right, listen, ladies! This is a random cell toss.

Everyone out here, now. Let's go!

For f*ck's sake! Come on!

I was just tidying me undies, Mr J.

Yeah, good for you. PRISONER: Oh, for f*ck's sake!

Baxter! Out here now.

Sorry, Mr Jackson. I was on the loo.

Here I thought that I was gonna be f*ckin' sleeping tonight.

f*ckin' cleaning up after it. Jesus.

You're messin' up my stuff! Nothing f*ckin' there.

(FABRIC TEARS) (PRISONERS CHATTER)

KOSTA: For f*ck's sake!

You're really enjoying this, aren't you?

What's this?

f*cked if I know. I've never seen it before.

It just walked here from the kitchen?

Well, I don't f*ckin' know. It's not mine.

Slot her. f*ck off!

f*ck! f*ck off! For f*ck's sake!

Bullshit! You guys keep going.

f*ck you!

Arghh! You f*ckin' cocksucking m*therf*cker!

It's not even f*cking mine!

I've been f*cking set up!

Oh, you f*ck! WILL: Keep it down, Baxter.

I f*cking loved Sharon. Why would I k*ll her?

(BROODING ELECTRONIC MUSIC)

(SIGHS) You're early this morning, Stevens.

Well, it is a matter of some urgency.

I'll be alright, Ms Miles. Make it quick.

I've got a full morning.

Good.

Now that I've upheld my end of our little bargain, I'm just making sure you intend to reciprocate.

What are you talking about?

As agreed. I delivered Gilmour's m*rder*r to you.

The w*apon was discovered during a cell toss.

Who do you think tipped off your officers?

You're going to have to prove it.

Ask Mr Jackson what he was looking for.

I left him a note telling him that Baxter had knuckledusters.

Of course my information suggested he would also find the m*rder w*apon.

I'll need to confirm that with Mr Jackson.

Good. And when you do, I'd like to resume in the workshop immediately, please.

I will decide if and when that happens.

The prison grapevine can be very informative.

You don't think we should make this an ongoing arrangement?

Take Stevens back to her unit.

Morning, Will.

Hey, well done with Baxter last night.

Oh, thanks.

Well, hopefully the women will feel a bit safer now.

Well, you know, we got lucky, really.

How do you mean?

Uh, we found the w*apon by accident.

So what was the toss for, then?

Anonymous tip-off about, um, knuckledusters.

We're back, b*tches!

Green Wall's back in business, so piss off.

What's goin' on? WILL: You heard her.

Workshop's back on.

Seriously? WILL: Yeah.

Alright, my lot.

Finish up and let's get out of here.

Yes, yes, off you go.

PRISONER: Why? What's goin' on?

SONIA: Oh, this is better.

It does feel good to be back, doesn't it, ladies?

Hmm. How the hell did you wangle this?

It's not what you know, it's who you know.

Well, your grand plan seems to be working.

It is indeed. It's right on track.

Uh, Elizabeth, seedlings. Right.

Susan, let's make up an inventory before we start, shall we?

Nah, I think we should count everything first, eh?

(WHISPERS) Same thing. HUTCH: Dumb f*ck. Urghh!

BOOMER: No, I was jokin'! Sure.

BOOMER: I was.

Don't forget the conditions.

No-one's to touch machines without a ticket.

Of course. I never renege on a deal.

(MACHINERY WHINES)

Oh, Susan? Susan?

Mm?

Remember what we said about everyone being certified?

Mm-hm. I'm the supervisor.

Same rule. Every person.

But, like, I can weld better than any of the f*ckin' teachers.

Yes, of course you can, and everything will be fine as soon as you do the test.

What's the test?

Well, there's a prac, of course, and then just a short written test which covers occupational health and safety and things...

Nah, I don't need to do the test.

It's mostly multiple choice.

Well, that's even worse then, isn't it?

'Cause they got the trick answers in there to, like, f*ck you up, so...

Nobody's trying to trick anyone.

No, I'm not f*ckin' doin' it.

LIZ: No, Booms, you can't not give it a go.

You can do it, love. I'm not doin' the test.

Where are you going?

What, do I need a ticket now to take a dump?

Oh, it's good to see you, babe. Yeah, you too.

How are ya? How's your hand? Yeah, all good.

RAY: Listen, um, I've been, uh...

...I've been having a bit of a think, and I should never have let you go back in for that cash.

It's fine, Ray. I did it to myself.

No, I shouldn't have let you. It wasn't your fault.

I'm gonna tell 'em that I did it.

No, don't do that. There were witnesses, anyhow.

Yeah, I'll take care of them.

I'll pay 'em off or knock 'em off.

Don't even joke about it, not here.

Reet, I'm gonna tell 'em that I forced you to do it, so it's my arse and they'll let you off on good behaviour.

I don't want you to do that.

It is f*ckin' k*lling me, you being in here.

It's only twelve months. I'll be out in eight.

And besides, the club needs you to sort the Butchers out.

You look after yourself.

And you keep your head down.

I got plans for you and me, babe.

Take a seat.

Next!

(DOOR LOCK BEEPS)

Who was that visiting you?

Who was it?

Who the f*ck... (GAGS)

(PANTS)

I can't f*ckin' swallow it!

You idiot!

If that bursts inside you...

Give it here.

Oh, my God.

-(DOOR LOCK BEEPS)
{COUGHS)

Mitchell, you're up.

(COUGHS)

(RITA RETCHES AND VOMITS)

They catch you, it's another six months.

Who's this for?

Marie Winter.

Give it to her and tell her you're not doing it again.

Thought you weren't going to tell me what to do anymore.

Well, then, you'd better learn how to swallow.

I thought you were keeping an eye on Ruby.

I am.

Then how come she's Marie's drug mule?

(DARK, PERCUSSIVE MUSIC)

What the f*ck are you doing making Ruby bring your sh*t in?

I didn't make her. She wanted to.

Yeah, of course she wanted to. She needs the money.

But I know you.

You find desperate young girls and you suck them in, and you get them hooked on dr*gs and then you use them.

That's Kaz Proctor's version.

Kaz rescued me.

I don't know why you left me but it wasn't because I mistreated you.

That was the opposite.

Now, what we had was very special.

You have to remember that.

Yeah, I remember you gave me smack and you got me addicted to it.

I never intended you to abuse it.

It was your responsibility to control it.

How? Like I do.

Like I've always done.

I was a baby, living on the street.

You were the adult.

Oh, come on.

I was your lover, alright? Not your mother.

Who does that to someone they love?

But I did love you.

(SNIFFLES)

Sweetheart.

I loved you very much.

(WHISPERS) Allie...

WILL: Let's go, ladies. PRISONER: Ah-hey!

JAKE: Come on. Move along, move along. Come on.

Jake, I'll do a final sweep. Yep, righto.

(SCRAPING)

(SCRAPING CONTINUES)

Radio?

(SCRAPING CONTINUES)

FERGUSON: Get me out of here!

Get me out of here! Get me out of here!

(ECHOES) No! No!

No! Get me out of here! No!

(DRAMATIC, TERRIFYING MUSIC)

(PANTS)

(SCRAPING RESUMES)

(SCRABBLING)

(CRIES OUT)

(WHIMPERS)

JAKE: Will! f*ck! Oh, sh*t!

Will!

What the f*ck are you doing?

Jesus, Will!

Do you want to explain what this is about?

I don't know, OK?

I'm just... I'm just having trouble sleeping, OK?

It's just bad dreams.

So get some sleeping tablets or something.

It's not as simple as that.

Listen, you need to get your sh*t together or you're gonna blow it.

That's easy for you to say, OK?

How is it easy for me? Vera hates my guts.

I'm in this sh*t with you and you're acting like a f*cking lunatic.

You didn't have to bury someone f*cking alive, OK?

What?

(WILL PANTS)

You buried her alive?

What did you expect, Jake? Hey?

I was gonna f*ckin' sh**t her?

(WHISPERS) Oh, sh*t.

(GENTLE, WISTFUL MUSIC)

(BLOWS)

(WISTFUL MUSIC CONTINUES)

(GASPS SOFTLY)

(SIGHS)

(P.A. ANNOUNCEMENT ECHOES INDISTINCTLY)

(SIGHS)

(EERIE WHOOSHING)

(BIRDS TWITTER)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Mate, no wonder you can't sleep.

Where did you bury her? Just...

Just leave it, OK?

(SIGHS)

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

All women to report to assigned work duties.

RUBY: Heigh-ho, Booms. BOOMER: What?

Off to work we go, eh?

Oh, I...

Nah, I'm... I'm chucking a sickie.

What? You can't.

I can.

Aren't you the boss bitch?

No, not anymore.

Yeah, of course you are. Nah.

You're the big Badda-Booms! No.

I'm not...|'m not the big Badda... anything.

(CHUCKLES)

Um, you're probably gonna find out soon anyway.

Um, I'm... I'm a dumb-arse.

Yeah, I'm... I'm too dense to pass the OH&S test so I'm not doin' it.

Not doin' it.

Yeah, yeah.

What do you mean, yeah?

Yeah, yeah, what, you think I'm dumb too?

No, no, no. I'm a f*ck-up when it comes to tests too.

But you should still have a cr*ck at it, though.

No. No f*ckin' way.

What, so them b*tches can just f*ckin' laugh at me? No.

Screw what they think. No way. Nuh.

Boomer, do it for yourself. Mm-mm.

Come on.

I'll help ya.

Really? Yeah.

Well, if... if you want me to.

Well, you wouldn't know f*ck-all about welding, though, would ya?

So what? I can still drill ya.

Yeah? Yeah.

Ohhh...

Come on.

You go get the practice test and we'll start tomorrow.

Um...

Yeah? Yeah? Yeah? Yeah.

We'll show these b*tches. OK.

Yeah? Yeah? Come on, Boomer! Cheer up.

Ah, no, don't be hittin' me!

(BOOMER LAUGHS)

Catch ya later. OK.

(LOW, EERIE MUSIC)

You didn't eat my chocolates.

Remember me?

I used to work for you until a pissed client glassed me.

That was you?

Hey, look, I'm really, really sorry, but I told them to get you the very best doctors.

I paid for everything. And then you threw me out.

I wouldn't have done that, no. I always treat...

"Who's gonna pay to f*ck a Scarf ace," you said.

No, I would never have said that.

All my workers get the...

Shut the f*ck up.

I'm not YOUR worker.

Drop it! Drop it!

You're gonna break my arm! (Kn*fe CLINKS)

Come near her again, and I f*ckin' will!

You OK? Yeah, I'm just a bit shaken.

Get that a lot?

I treat my girls better than any of the men in the business, I can tell you that.

What business is that? Gentlemen's entertainment.

Let me guess, you've got an opinion on that too?

Not especially, nuh. Hey.

You can handle yourself. You've got a cool head.

You want to be my guardian angel?

(SIGHS)

(H9)'-

What happened to your hands?

I jammed them in a door. Really?

That's some door.

RUBY: Rita.

Thanks for nothin'.

Marie just sacked me, and you're her new bodyguard.

Yeah, sorry about that. Are ya? I need that money.

I'm doin' you a favour. Well, do me another favour.

Stay the f*ck out of my life.

(GRIM ELECTRONIC MUSIC)

Ruby told me that you cut her loose.

Thank you.

It's no problem.

(SIGHS)

See? I'm not the evil woman.

I never said that you were evil.

Just

...not good for me.

Well, I remember it differently.

You were living on the streets.

I brought you into my home.

I took care of you.

You were family, do you understand that?

I let you into my life, Allie.

Yeah, and you ruined mine.

Well, if that's the case, I've been punished.

(SCOFFS)

You're gonna be out of here soon enough.

I lost Danny.

What?

(SIGHS) Some animal king-hit him.

He ended up in a coma.

Oh, my God. I'm...

(TEARFULLY) I...| wasn't there to hold his hand.

He d*ed alone.

But no-one...

...no-one deserves to die alone, Allie.

(SOBS)

(ALLIE WHISPERS) I'm so sorry.

(MOURNFUL MUSIC)