06x09 - Shallow Grave

[bunniefuu]

What happened to your pips?

Dry cleaners must've forgotten them.

(GASPS)

You tell him Turk said pay up or he's a f*cking dead man.

Take your f*ckin' money. Our little arrangement is over.

If you girls wanna take your aggro out on each other, if it's mutual and of your own free will, knock yourselves out.

You wanna fight? Yeah.

No, I'm f*cking great at punching tits, alright, so, yeah, I wanna fight.

You can't fight. It's my choice.

So choose me.

Information's power.

You got, like, dirt files or something?

MARIE: Yeah, that's exactly what I got.

(GROANS)

She was at the same bar with my boy the night he was att*cked.

She might know something. (GRUNTS)

She doesn't remember.

How can you be so sure? She's my sister.

I went to that bar with Shelley.

He r*ped her. I just belted him and I ran.

I didn't know he was Danny Winter.

(GLASS SHATTERS)

VERA OVER PHONE: Will, Jake is the prowler.

WILL: Vera, I'm standing right next to him. We're at work.

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&

(TYRES SCREECH)

Vera! Where's Vera? What's happened? Where's Vera?

VERA: No, I'm OK!

I'm OK.

You should find somewhere else to stay, at least short term.

I am not moving out of my house.

I view this as a warning, Ms Bennett.

If she wanted to hurt me, why didn't she?

This is typical Ferguson playing her f*cking mind games.

We'll get all this tested and leave a car stationed outside.

JAKE: You shouldn't stay here. Where should I stay, Jake?

I am not about to be scared out of my home by her.

Why don't we stay around a bit? No. No, go.

Obviously I'll be well protected.

I'll see you tomorrow.

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

Mate, are you sure that... Yes, I'm sure, OK?

I f*ckin' buried her.

(PHONE CHIMES)

(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)

(CEREAL RATTLES)

FERGUSON: Did you bury me deep enough?

How deep did you dig?

Two feet? Three?

But then you couldn't dig anymore, could you?

Couldn't see it through.

You've always lacked courage.

No moral fortitude.

Your wife was m*rder*d. You forgave her m*rder*r.

Your best friend betrays you, you forgive him too.

No, this place has squeezed you like a lemon.

And yet here you still are.

I'm not gonna let you f*ckin' get inside my head again.

(WHISPERS) Too late, Mr Jackson.

Don't tell me. Milk's off? Uh, yeah, yeah.

Bread isn't fresh, either. Toaster's on the blink.

I'll just have to steal one of Jake's apples.

GUARD OVER RADIO: Sierra 1 calling Sierra 6.

This is Sierra 6. Go ahead. Police are at the gatehouse.

OK, send 'em through. I'm on my way.

Is that about Ferguson? Why would it be about Ferguson?

Cops want to charge Connors over Kosta's as*ault.

Rita Connors, we are here to formally charge you with the as*ault of Vicky Kosta.

I must inform you that you do not...

Haven't heard from you in a while.

She's got a dirt file. A what?

A file. Nasty sh*t on a lot of people.

That's how Marie controls them.

Including whoever is Winter's protector?

I'd bet on it. We find that file, we ID the bastard.

So, where is it? In here? f*ck knows.

I need more time.

How long? I don't know.

So bottom line is, you're no closer.

No, I am close, Jonesy. I can feel it. I just need a little...

We only agreed to this because you convinced us that you could pull it off.

Yeah, I can. So who's protecting Winter?

I don't know.

Oh, don't give me that f*ckin' look, Mick.

I'm on top of this. You can't pull the pin.

That's not your call, Detective. We need a name.

(LOCK BUZZES)

RUBY: That's it. Twist.

Yes! Twist more. Yep.

That's it. KOSTA: Hot stuff!

You wimped out on me.

But I'm willing to give you another go.

(GRUNTS) I'm retired.

You owe me a f*ckin' fight, you and Boomer.

I'm not gonna punch Boomer. She's my mate.

Ha! You wish.

Oh, not the mate bit, like, 'cause we are, but, like, the punching bit and stuff, eh.

You wish! (LAUGHS)

Got a better option for you anyway.

Oh, yeah? Cherry.

That rice cr*cker? Are you serious?

Tomorrow. Be ready.

Oh, I'll be ready.

I'll put scars on her scars!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! OK, OK. Yep, yep, alright.

We obviously have a lot of work to do. OK.

It's all in the feet, right? Watch me.

Watch, watch, watch. (WOLF-WHISTLES)

Hey, sugar! PRISONER: Oh, nice work, Booms.

Hey, Rube, I need to tell you something.

PRISONER: Come on!

What's up?

I'm really horny. Oh.

(GIGGLES)

Lukas is coming in today.

Hey! Lukas is coming in. He's got news.

What, about Danny? Maybe. He said it's important.

How'd you go with the cops?

Formally charged me.

BOOMER: Oh, nah, you said! Thanks.

BOOMER: Come on! I never forget a favour.

RUBY: Come here! Come here! BOOMER: No, let go of me hair!

Oh, are you serious?

Oh, your sister's certainly fallen on her feet.

BOOMER: Like, take a timeout!

BOOMER: Get a room! RUBY: Oh, well, come on, then.

Ooh, OK. One, two, three, four.

(SIGHS)

KAZ: Liz. What?

Community Chest. Ah.

Oh, "Bank error in your favour. Collect 200 bucks."

What?! Yeah, like that'd ever happen.

(CHUCKLES) Thank you.

Alright, my turn.

I'm gonna tell the kids.

I'm gonna ring Sophie and Artie and let 'em know.

I think that's great. Yeah.

(SIGHS)

Hey, I know I'm the one with dementia, love, but you've landed on mine and there's a hotel.

(MOANS)

(PANTS, LAUGHS)

You still horny? (LAUGHS)

Ah, no, no, no, no, no...

Piss off!

You deaf? Sorry.

I need to speak to you.

Told ya.

KAZ: Do not pass go. Do not collect 200.

What the f*ck are you doin'? What does it look like?

You're takin' a big bloody risk.

What, screwing in the middle of the day?

No, Allie! What about her?

She and Marie were lovers, eh?

Yeah, so? So Marie's still keen on her!

You being with Allie keeps Marie's eye on you.

You don't need that, Ru.

Can you get out so I can get dressed?

Forensic report on the gloves came back negative for DNA.

So she never wore them?

Or she's being careful.

But the boot tread on the carpet looks like a match for Ferguson's shoe size.

So it could be Ferguson? I'm banking on it being her.

I'm hoping you're her Achilles heel.

Terrific. We'll keep watching your house.

Who is he? Name's Gregory Turkel. Turk.

We believe he's an associate of Ferguson's who aided with her escape.

Why do you think that?

We traced a $90,000 payment from Ferguson to Turkel the day before Nils Jesper was k*lled.

Mr Stewart, can I have a word?

(JAKE CLEARS THROAT)

Gregory Turkel. Turk.

What... what about him?

The day before Nils Jesper was m*rder*d, Ferguson paid him $90,000.

How do you know... I just know.

Uh... OK.

OK.

You were in debt to Turk over dr*gs and the day before Jesper is sh*t, Ferguson wipes your debt.

What's your point?

What'd you do for that money, Jake?

Did you k*ll Jesper?

Vera, come on... Did you m*rder Nils Jesper?

No.

(WHISPERS) I don't believe you.

It's not true. Vera, it's not...

I already made copies.

BY trying to wipe it, you've told me everything I need to know.

I'm giving this to the police, Jake.

You taught me one thing and this is my insurance.

It's over.

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

Vera knows. W hat?

No, not about you. About Jesper. What I did.

She f*cking knows. (SOFTLY) OK.

She's gonna go to the cops. She's gonna tell 'em everything.

Well, maybe it's what you deserve.

Yeah?

Well, if I go down, Will, I'm f*cked if I'm going alone.

(SIGHS)

Yes, Vera Bennett, Governor of Wentworth.

Can you tell Detective Collins I need to speak to him?

(KNOCK AT DOOR) That's right. Soon as he can.

Will...

What is it?

You can't dob him in. He told you?

Did he send you up here?

Do you know what he did? (WHISPERS) Yeah.

Then why the hell are you protecting that criminal?

I don't... I don't want to protect him.

I need to protect him.

No.

No!

After everything he has done, he is going to jail.

Vera... He is a m*rder*r...

So am I.

(WHISPERS) So am I.

(WHISPERS) What are you talking about?

(WHISPERS) Jake helped Ferguson escape.

Then I k*lled her.

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

I found out about the escape first, told Will, came up with a plan.

We had no idea Doyle was involved.

We didn't know whose plan it was.

We thought we'd stopped it.

Then we just arranged for Ferguson to go instead.

How'd you k*ll her? I buried her.

(WHISPERS) You what?

JAKE: He buried her alive.

How do you know she didn't...

Didn't what?

Dig her way out?

She's dead.

Then who is stalking me?

Who is leaving black gloves on my f*cking pillow, Will?

ASSISTANT OVER INTERCOM: Governor, Detective Collins is on line one.

Tell the detective I'll call him back.

Are you going to... Get out, both of you.

Vera... I said get out.

DRAGO: How hot is the tip?

DRAGO: You sure?

DRAGO: Tell me the words exactly.

Boo. (CHUCKLES) G'day, gorgeous.

Yeah, well, I've been living on beer and bloody doner kebabs.

I miss your cooking.

That sh*t will clog your arteries, Ray.

Hey, listen, Reets, you being in here, well, it's made me think of some pretty big stuff.

I'm bloody useless without you. (CHUCKLES)

I don't just mean your cooking. I mean it.

I... Mean what?

I mean you and me. Us. Sticking together.

Yeah. I know. We will. You promise?

You'll stand by that? (LAUGHS)

Well...

(SIGHS)

...make an honest man of me.

Marry me, Reets.

Uh, what do you want me to say?

Well, yes or no.

It's usually one of those two answers.

I need to think about it. Oh.

And then there's that one. (BOTH CHUCKLE)

f*ck. (BOTH CHUCKLE)

I'll give you an answer. Tomorrow?

I'm gonna...

I'm gonna book the bloody visit on the way out.

I'm a patient bastard.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Someone's got a sense of humour.

They've put me in Proctor's old cell.

So how'd you go with Lukas? It's not about Danny.

It's about the rat.

The tip-off came from someone in here.

Someone who got their hands on that phone after you called Pasquale.

There's only one person it could have been.

Why can't you see what she is?

Because I need more than your jealousy to bury Rita.

OK. We'll flush her out.

Then I'll take care of it.

P.A.: Attention, compound.

H Block are now called for lunch.

Lizzie, I'm really hungry. Can you, like, get a wriggle on?

Well, there's just so much choice.

Yeah, hot dogs, hot dogs or hot dogs.

Go the hot dogs, Liz. They're not bad.

Can't bugger up a hot dog. (LAUGHS)

Oh, thank you, love.

And the Butchers have got the full amount?

20 kilos. Premium. Meeting in Footscray.

MARIE: Dutchies Pub?

DRAGO: Yeah, two o'clock tomorrow.

Hey. Hey, check her out.

Tomorrow, she's toast. I'll snap her in half, eh?

Well, if you eat all that, you could just fart on her.

Hey, Cherry, I'm gonna turn you into a sushi roll.

Ha-ha. I'm Chinese, you dumb elephant.

Oh, good comeback! Not.

(GASPS)

(BOOMER LAUGHS LOUDLY)

Sorry.

BOOMER: Sushi!

You're dead. Will they never be clean?

You... are dead!

(TENSE MUSIC)

You are dead!

You're f*cking dead!

You are f*cking dead!

Hey, Mr Jackson.

Hey, it's OK.

Li, clean that sh*t up.

Uncle Frank, it's your favourite niece.

JONES OVER PHONE: Rita, good to hear from you.

How's Aunty Pat? Aunty Pat's hungry for news.

Is she still seeing that Dutchman fella?

The one in Footscray?

Tell Aunty Pat when I get out of here, we're gonna have the biggest, deadliest barbecue.

Go to the butchers and get us 20 kilos of their prime beef sausages.

JONES: Aunty Pat loves a barbecue.

Even in the middle of winter, they go hand in hand.

Tell Aunt I'll call tomorrow. 2:00pm.

JONES: Tomorrow, 2:00pm. Righto.

See ya.

LIZ: Yeah. Salt and vinegar.

_H6y-_H6y-

You got kids, Liz? Yeah. Yeah, I do.

I've got two. A boy, Artie and a girl, Sophie.

Nice.

What about you? Yeah, I got a boy.

You miss 'em in here, don't ya? Oh, yeah.

I mean, Artie and I don't have a lot to do with each other, but Soph and me, we're pretty close, yeah.

Well, you cherish that, Liz.

Yeah, look, I...| do.

Anyway-

(H9)'-

So, you and Ruby?

Ah, she's a sweet kid. I'm really happy for you.

Really.

Do you know Ruby was at the same bar Danny was at the night it happened?

What? She didn't tell you that?

No. I...

I tried to talk to Ruby, you know, just ask her who was there.

I mean, I admit Zara may have been a bit heavy-handed.

Why are you telling me this?

Well, maybe Ruby might know something that can help.

You know, we need to find out who k*lled our Danny.

I've got some pictures I'd like you to show her.

VERA: Your behaviour recently all makes horrible sense to me now.

Help me understand. I need to understand.

Why did you do it?

WILL: I saved her from that fire.

She was dead, but I pulled her out.

So everything that happened after that, to... to Bea, you, the women, even Jake...

Will, don't. She was toxic, Vera.

Just f*cking cancer.

After the women decided to lynch her, that was it for her.

If I didn't k*ll her, Kaz would have had to, and I can't live with that.

Why didn't I just let her hang?

Why didn't I just let her hang?

Even dead, she is controlling us.

If I go to the police, she wins.

She wins.

And she can't, Will. She can't.

(SINISTER MUSIC)

Soph?

Sophie?

Oh, Sophie.

Sophie?

(H9)'-

(SINGSONGS) Ooh-ooh. Ooh-ooh.

It's time to get up, love.

You're going to be late for school. Come on.

Oh, it's night-time. Hey?

It's night-time. Mm.

I'm gonna get you a Milo, alright?

Liz. Look at you.

Boomer? Yeah.

Come back to bed, Liz.

I must have been having a...

What's that thing called when you...

You know, when you wake at... Sleepwalking?

Yes! Yeah, that's... I must have been sleepwalking.

I'm sorry, love. Oh, it's alright.

I'm sorry. KAZ: Come on, honey.

Everything OK? Yeah.

Liz, are you right? Yeah, yeah, I'm alright.

KAZ: We're just having a little sleepwalk.

LIZ: This is me. KAZ: Yeah.

Talk about freaking me out, eh? She thought I was Sophie.

Oh, man. It's the grog, you know.

It's like my syndrome, eh.

It just fucks with your brain cells. It's...

Hey, I'm gonna make a cuppa. You want one?

No, I'm alright. I'll see you back in bed, eh.

What the f*ck is this? Are you spying for her?

Wha...? (LAUGHS)

Who, Marie? No.

She just... She...

She just asked if I would show you these.

I guess she was hoping that you could identify...

Whose f*cking girlfriend are ya? Mine or Marie's?

Well, Ruby, come on... f*ck you.

Ruby, come on! No.

I don't... Hey! Ruby!

Hey! Ruby, can you at least let me explain?

Allie! Keep it down.

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)

(DOOR LOCK BLEEPS)

I never told her that, so I said no.

Well, after that useless bloody kiss, I'm not gonna push things.

You don't have to make a decision.

We can... We can just have a chat.

I know you, Ray.

Get something into that thick skull of yours and you won't be satisfied till it's sorted, one way or another.

Yeah, f*ck it. You're right.

So let's sort it.

One way or the other.

The thing is...

You think I'm gonna get k*lled, don't ya?

Well, yeah.

I still have nightmares about that bloody drive-by, waking up to b*ll*ts flying through the bedroom window.

Well, that's all sorted.

It is. We sorted it out with the Butchers weeks ago.

How? We had a sit-down.

Agreed to divvy up the pud.

We get dr*gs and gambling, and, um, they get prossies and protection.

Everyone's haPPY-

What? The Butchers?

You sure they're not into dr*gs anymore?

Yeah, that's what I told ya. How sure, Ray?

It was their idea.

After all the sh*t we went through to make the truce, there's no way they'd break it.

sh*t. Can I get out, please?

RAY: Hey!

(OUTBOUND PHONE CALL RINGS)

JONES ON RECORDING: This is Frank. Leave a message.

It's Rita. Tell Aunty Pat the Dutchman's no good.

He's no f*ckin' good!

(EXHALES)

(CLOCK TICKS LOUDLY)

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

Move! Oi!

You wanna start somethin'?

(OUTBOUND PHONE CALL RINGS)

RAY OVER PHONE: Yeah? Ray, listen to me.

For f*ck's sake, Reets, if you don't wanna marry me, say so.

Shut up and listen.

I do wanna marry you, Ray, and I love ya, but there's something you need to know.

KOSTA: Alright, no more bets!

That's it. That's it. Bada-Boom!

Come on. Ding-ding!

Come on, Boomer. That's it. That's it. Weave.

PRISONER: Come on, Boomer. That's it.

Wipe that smile off her face!

(PRISONERS CHEER) (KOSTA LAUGHS)

She's out! (PRISONERS CHEER)

(PRISONERS CHANT) Cherry! Cherry! Cherry!

(GROANS) You OK, Booms?

Oh, did I win? (LAUGHS)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(DOOR LOCK BLEEPS)

Show me where you buried her. I want you to take me there.

Why?

To prove you went through with it.

I f*ckin' buried her, OK? Alright, maybe you did.

I don't know. And maybe you had second thoughts and dug her up.

Maybe you were too chickenshit to go through with it and you made a f*ckin' deal with her.

Are you serious right now? Someone's stalking Vera...

Maybe it was you. How could it be me?

I was with you when it was happening.

Take me there. Mr Jackson!

(WHISPERS) What is going on?

Will, take the day off. I'm OK.

That wasn't a request.

Don't trust Jake.

You know what he wants, don't you?

He's playing you.

He knows you're falling apart and he's trying to pin it all on you so he gets away soot-free.

(PHONE CHIMES AND VIBRATES)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

I told you to go.

I think it's Jake who is stalking you.

Well, I thought so too, but... No, no, he wants...

No, listen, he wants me to think that she's still alive so I'll be forced to take him to where I buried her.

Why?

If he knows where Ferguson's body is, he can set me up to take the fall.

How can Jake have put the gloves on my pillow?

He was with you when it happened.

He could have done it if he had a partner.

I checked his phone.

He's been getting messages from someone who wants to meet him.

Who? Uh, someone called Turk.

RITA: What the f*ck! f*ckin' hell!

Let her go, Zara. f*ck!

So, you told your boyfriend, hm?

About the little drug deal you overheard us talking about with the Butchers, didn't you?

I don't know what you're talkin' about.

She's lying.

MARIE: Your g*ng, they showed up, demanding the dr*gs.

Only there weren't any dr*gs because we set you up.

And why would you set me up? You're the f*cking rat.

OK, I told Ray, sure, but only because I thought the Butchers were double-crossing 'em.

Bullshit. My loyalty's to the Conquerors.

That's just the way it is and I'm sorry if you're pissed off, Marie, but my club means more to me than anything, including you.

She's the snitch. She told the cops.

The cops? What? Were they there?

She's playing us, Marie.

Connors, get your arse out here.

RITA: Excuse me.

What the f*ck was that about? I had no choice.

So you send your bikie mates in there to f*ck up the sting?

It was a set-up, Jonesy. There were no dr*gs.

If you'd gone in there, you'd have blown my cover, if you haven't done it now by dragging me in here for this friggin' interview.

So why was it a set-up?

Winter and Drago are suss on me.

Oh, f*ck. So, is your cover still good?

I don't know. But this is definitely a setback.

I just need more time to win Marie's trust back.

We don't have a lot of time, Rita.

Maybe we can do something to speed things up.

Like what? Just leave it with us.

We'll sort it out.

(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)

Turk!

Turk, it's me!

Hey. Oh, hey, mate. Listen...

(GRUNTS)

Why are the cops all over me? The cops?

Why are they asking me questions about the 9O grand?

I don't know. (SCOFFS)

This is the second time I've had a g*n in your face.

If you wanna live, come up with a better answer than "| don't f*cking know".

Now, what is going on? |...

Don't say it. (GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

Let's go, Jake. Come on, let's go.

Morning. Morning, Governor.

Thank you.

You gonna tell her? I was wrong.

Jake wasn't working with Turk. You could have just asked me.

Then I wouldn't have been there to save your arse.

OK, just stop.

Did Ferguson ever say anything to you about a 'shiny little crown'?

My governor epaulets.

Did she ever mention anything to you about them?

No.

OK, when Ferguson first arrived as a prisoner, she taunted me.

She said, "| am coming for that shiny little crown."

It was a private conversation.

I have never told anyone about it.

A few weeks ago, my epaulets went missing.

I blamed the dry cleaner, but given recent events...

Well, maybe she told someone about it.

Well, maybe, but the most likely person was Jake, and if it wasn't him...

What are you trying to say? What?

What, that... that Ferguson's still...?

Have you ever been back?

Why would I go back there?

To make sure the body is still there.

This is f*cked!

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

FERGUSON: You can't trust Vera, either.

They both know you're the weak link.

They'll betray you. No. No, not Vera.

You know it. Not Vera. Never.

You know it. They'll both betray you.

No. No, you're wrong. They'll both betray you.

No, you're wrong. They'll both betray you.

They'll both betray you. You're dead.

They'll both betray you. They'll both...

f*ck you! They'll both... Tch...

You're gone.

(DOOR LOCK BLEEPS)

I'll do it.

I'll go back there tonight, make sure she's there.

I'm coming too. No.

Yes. I won't be satisfied until I see her with my own eyes.

I need to see her too.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

Are you right, love? Hey?

What? Yeah. I'll get you some toast, love.

Hang on. There you go. Have that.

Thanks. Alright. Come on.

You'll f*ckin' keep, bitch.

Yeah, I was f*ckin' boxing! Is that right?

Alright, I'll f*ckin' fight you dirty next time.

No, no, no! RUBY: Boomer, sit down!

MILES: Oi! (PRISONERS JEER AND LAUGH)

You ought to be ashamed of yourself.

Come on. Help me pick it up.

BOOMER: Yeah.

What?

I f*cked up, OK?

But I swear to God, I'm not Marie's spy.

I loved Danny.

He was like my little brother.

That's why I told Marie that I'd show you those photos.

I just wanna help her find out who k*lled him.

I freaked out.

I freaked out because I'm scared.

Scared of what?

You and Marie, what you had.

Way in the past.

Still, I can't compete with that.

It's not a competition.

I want to be with you, not her.

Oh. OK.

(WHISPERS INAUDIBLY)

We got word from the outside. We know who the rat is.

Makes me very happy it's not you, Rita.

However, you did betray me to your boyfriend.

I understand how important loyalty is, so I respect that choice, but unfortunately I can never trust you again.

So you pick up that tray and move to another table.

(EXHALES)

Oh, sh*t!

(LAUGHS) Oh, sh*t!

(LAUGHS)

f*ck!

f*ckin' hell.

(SOBS) f*ck.

(SOFTLY) f*ck.

(SOLEMN MUSIC)

What do you want?

This is for Marie.

You f*cking rat!

(GRUNTS)

(WHISPERS INAUDIBLY) Help! (GRUNTS)

(BONES cr*ck) (SOFTLY) Oh, God!

(GASPS)

Oh, Ch... Cherry! (GASPS, PANTS)

(SIREN WAILS)

RITA: Uncle Frank, what the f*ck did you do?

JONES OVER PHONE: We fixed your mess. They got their rat.

I never asked you to. (HANG-UP TONE BLEEPS)

f*ck!

(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)

(SHOVEL SLICES) (WILL GRUNTS)

(SHOVEL THUDS)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC BUILDS)

(PHONE CAMERA CLICKS)