I have to give a report on your mental state at your committal into the m*rder of the real Kath Maxwell.
- I won't cooperate.
- You might have convinced Dr Miller, but don't think for a second that I am buying your act.
- (CLANG!)
- Oh, f*ck!
(GRUNTS)
Find out who put Ann Reynolds in the hospital.
- That's the only way this will end.
- You're f*cking useless!
Your request to apply for top surgery has been granted.
So you've just gotta get a tick from Dr Miller to proceed to the next stage.
The government requires me to sign off on it.
Mate, I'm trans, not psychotic.
- OK, can you tell me what happened?
- It was just like I was go back there!
I just hit him.
He thinks I am a nutcase, and he's never, ever gonna sign off on my surgery now.
I know who bashed Ann Reynolds.
I saw Lou Kelly coming out of the kitchen.
- Give me Ann Reynolds' attacker.
- It was Lou Kelly.
- She bashed Ann Reynolds.
- f*ck off!
I didn't f*cking do it!
This cult that you and Lou were in,
- how did everyone die?
- Poison.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
Civilian clothes or prison uniform?
You're on remand... you can wear your own clothes or the teal; up to you.
I'll wear the teal.
I'm Governor Jackson.
We don't have a protection unit, but given the court suppression order, none of the inmates know who you are or why you're here.
They don't tend to ask, but I'd keep your charges to yourself.
Do you have any questions?
Can I keep this?
You'll get it back.
Eventually.
Does everyone get the royal welcome?
Only mass murderers.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(WATER BUBBLES)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
You can't keep blanking me, Kath.
Your committal hearing's this week...
that doesn't concern you?
Why does she hate me so much?
Why don't you ask her?
I know what I'd hear.
Mm-hm.
What's that?
Do you think Joan sees herself as a bad person?
I think if she was sitting here right now, she would tell me that everything she ever did was necessary.
Good, bad...
it's all relative.
She k*lled a child.
Have you remembered something?
If you've recovered memories, Kath, I need to know.
(UNSETTLING MUSIC)
Kath.
Kath!
Hey.
Hey.
Hey, Kath.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
You won't get anywhere by hiding from the past.
As hard as it is, you have to engage with me.
The only way that I can help you...
is if you help yourself.
(DOOR SLAMS)
- Yes.
So that's where we are.
- (PHONE RINGS)
- Governor Jackson's office.
- Ann.
What are you doing here?
Broken ribs hurt just as much at home, Vera.
I was just commending Will on keeping it out of the news.
(CLEARS THROAT)
So, did you find out who att*cked me?
Lou Kelly.
Lou Kelly?
Yeah.
She was exposed after she instigated a riot
- to undermine the top dog.
It was part of some play...
- Wait.
What?
- We had a riot?
- It was a minor disruption.
It wasn't so minor...
- we had to shut down the crèche.
- But everything's fine now.
In your absence, I made some decisions to restore the status quo.
(STEAM HISSES)
(INTENSE MUSIC)
(LOCK CLICKS)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)
(DOOR CREAKS)
Are you that disgruntled about being my snitch?
- f*ck you.
- So, what, you stuck the boot in because you resent me?
Do you really think I'd risk Reb's surgery?
You may be a c**t, but you've been true to your word.
- So what do you reckon?
- Shh!
I'm up to the bit where he talks about sucking on your toes.
- (BOTH CHUCKLE)
- Oh, yeah.
That was a bit gross.
You should see his photo.
Hot as f*ck.
You better show me hot as f*ck.
- OK.
(CHUCKLES)
- Of course, it's in your titties.
Come on, come on, come on, come on.
(CHUCKLES)
Just hang on.
Wait.
- (GASPS)
Boomer.
I'd almost turn for him.
- Hey!
(GASPS)
What the f*ck?
It's Allie.
Oh, yeah.
No, he just Photoshopped the two of us together.
- (CHUCKLES)
- Yeah, all right.
To politics now, as the US Secretary of Defence, Michael Schwartz, arrived in Melbourne this morning with a large contingent of security for Friday's annual AUSMIN conference.
Raising questions about the secret US Australian m*llitary base exposed by alleged t*rror1st Judy Bryant, Schwartz was asked about America's attempts to extradite her.
I can tell you the president is very determined.
He's working closely with your Prime Minister to ensure that Ms Bryant faces the justice she deserves in the United States.
Who's that guy?
He's a t*rror1st in a suit.
Hey, Judy.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
Jenkins.
- Yo.
- This is Bausch.
Jenkins is a peer worker...
she'll take you under her wing.
That's your cell.
Play nice.
- (CHUCKLES)
- Hey.
I'm Allie.
Yeah, she's top dog.
I'm just Boomer.
'Sup.
I'm Ruby.
Sheila.
WHISPERS: Sheila.
(TENSE MUSIC)
This is Liz's old cell.
Who's Liz?
Friend of mine.
Sort of like me mum.
She's dead.
How did she die?
I smothered her with a pillow.
What you in for?
I didn't think you were supposed to ask.
I'm a nosey cow.
- m*rder.
- Right.
Well, you'll be right at home, then.
So these are the rules, OK...
you keep your door open at all times.
Don't touch other people's stuff, like, especially not mine and out here is a panic button.
Don't ever press it.
Oh.
Welcome.
(CHUCKLES)
PA: Attention, compound.
Attention, compound.
The canteen is now open for H Block.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
(SYNTHESISER MUSIC)
You lost, sweetheart?
No.
Just wanna buy some acid.
You know, just wanna forgot for a bit.
Couple of tabs is all.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
It doesn't make any sense.
I am helping them with Keane's transition.
Don't expect gratitude from Kelly.
- Our information came from a reliable source.
- Who?
- You know I can't tell you that... there are protocols in place.
Well, stuff the protocols.
I am the general manager...
I have a right to get to the truth.
- Oh, sh*t.
- Ann.
I'm sorry, Ann.
The protocols are there to protect prison informants.
Excuse me.
- I'm going to leak this...
- What is it?
Is it Grace?
It's Ferguson.
She wants to speak to you.
Said it's a private matter.
Yeah.
This is it, Vera.
Her committal's in three days...
this is where she pulls some f*cking rabbit out of her arse.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
Take the bread rolls out of the oven.
Come on!
(TENSE MUSIC)
Oh!
Goodness me.
You wanted to see me?
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
(CUTLERY CLATTERS)
(TENSE MUSIC)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
What do you want?
I want to, um...
I want to know what it is that I have done - to deserve your enmity and disrespect.
- (SCOFFS)
(CHUCKLES)
You're not serious.
Dr Miller suggested that I speak to you, to ask you, even if the response is...
unpalatable.
Un...
palatable.
Mm.
Well, where do I start, Joan?
Well, how about the time you let a prisoner stick a needle in my neck and infect me with hepatitis C?
Do you remember that?
Or when you pretended to mentor me, but were really manipulating me the entire time?
Or what about when you stripped me of the deputy governorship after publicly shaming me or that time you slapped my face and threatened to destroy me?
Oh, no, hang on...
what about when you use the man I fell in love with to seduce and spy on me, and then to betray and utterly humiliate me?
Let's just cut through all the bullshit, Joan, and tell me what the f*ck you really want!
(DOOR CREAKS)
Linda.
Hey, you didn't turn up to our session this morning.
I was busy.
When the man who bashed Ferguson was caught, he had $ , on him that he had stolen from her.
- Do you know what that means?
- Vera...
It means that she was this close to escaping.
She had worked so hard for it.
It was her total focus.
Her amnesia is part of that focus, Greg, her bloody-minded determination to win at all costs.
Do you want a cup of tea?
If you testify on Friday that her amnesia is genuine, she's going to use that as the basis for her defence when it goes to trial.
You know that, don't you?
I'm aware of that possibility, yeah.
So what are you going to tell the committal hearing?
I haven't completely decided.
(CONTEMPLATIVE MUSIC)
- (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
- This looks f*cking delicious.
BOTH: Mmm.
- Corn and carrot... my favourite.
- (CHUCKLES)
Oi, Miss Miles, when's Lou back from the slot?
Up to the governor.
It was up to me, Keane would be all man by the time she gets out of the slot.
What are you looking at, Winter?
Oh, you used to be all smiles.
Now you're just a c**t.
And here's the pig trough.
Hope you like sh*t food.
- Yeah, stay away from the beans.
- (CHUCKLES)
(TENSE MUSIC)
Jesus, Keane, pick that up!
Hey!
Keane!
Get back here!
Hey!
WHISPERS: Jesus.
My God.
It's you.
WHISPERS: Rebecca.
What are you doing here?
- Rebecca.
- It's Reb.
Why are you in here?
Armed...
armed robbery.
What?
I thought you were dead.
- This is a miracle.
- Why are you here, Sheila?
I cashed one cheque too many.
- Oh, so you stole the money.
- I didn't steal anything.
I raised that money for the clinic through investments that I made.
When I got back there that morning, the whole place was in ashes.
There were...
bodies everywhere.
How are you not dead?
Lou...
Lou woke me up.
- Lou?
- She's here.
- With me.
- What?
Where?
She's in the slot.
WHISPERS: They think I was in on it.
They think that I helped Mendel poison everyone.
I wasn't even there.
You would know that; you can tell them it wasn't me.
- Rebecca, you're my saviour.
- It's Reb.
Look, I told you...
Lou woke me up, and we just...
we just ran.
I didn't see anything.
Hey, are you OK?
Who are you?
I'm Sheila.
Come in in my cell, hon.
(TOILET FLUSHES)
OK, Miss Grace.
- Are you hungry, love?
- (KNOCK AT DOOR)
Yeah?
- You got a sec?
- Yeah.
- That's it.
- Ah.
Uh, Jake installed a camera in the nursery at home.
Oh, to perv on the hot nanny?
Yeah, probably.
(CHUCKLES)
- How are the ribs?
- Yeah, I'll live.
Look, I know I was a bit short with you earlier, and I'm sorry.
It's just, you know, you can work so hard at your job and your life, and then things outside of your control just come in and pull the rug out.
Yeah, I do know that feeling.
So you do understand why I had to make the changes I've made?
(SIGHS)
To a point.
I draw the line at spit bags, Ann.
I think they're abhorrent.
Yeah, well, when that spit bag was shoved over my head, I...
felt helpless.
Same feeling I had standing outside that London tube station, listening to the sirens wailing.
Yeah, look, I feel like a victim again, and that's the cruellest blow.
And the worst thing is that whoever really did this could go unpunished.
They won't.
- We have the right person.
- I really wish I could believe that.
The top dog told us.
Allie Novak?
I think we can trust her word.
Thanks, Vera.
(FOOTSTEPS RETREAT)
(TENSE MUSIC)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)
No, mate.
Well, she's...
No.
No, mate.
No, I know it's a tough spot for you, mate.
No, she's been in the slot for a week, that's why she hasn't paid the guy.
No, I can't, Trav.
I don't have the bank codes.
No, mate.
Only Lou does.
Yeah.
Yeah, well, I'm sorry...
you just have to stall him.
OK.
Bye.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
(TENSE MUSIC)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(PHONE KEYPAD BEEPS)
(CELL PHONE RINGS)
Hello.
Hello?
Who is this?
Joan, is that you?
Joan?
Kath?
What are you... ?
I'd put that back if I were you, before Reb sees.
(TENSE MUSIC)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
Where's the phone?
Where is it?
If you don't give it to me now, I will have this cell tossed.
WHISPERS: It's you.
What?
It's you.
What is me?
Do you know what it's like to be alone?
Real loneliness.
Not having a connection with another human being, not knowing who you friends are, your family.
It's like...
It feels like floating in space...
untethered...
abandoned, - just surrounded by nothing.
- OK, I don't know what you're playing at.
Except for a single point of light...
just this...
this...
gut certainty that there is something in my life of value and meaning that's real.
And it was always there; it was just...
it was like...
It was like a pulse...
a number.
And I didn't know what it was or what it meant, I just knew...
WHISPERS: I just knew that it was really important to me that this number connected me to something, to some...
to someone...
who could connect me to who I am.
And who could...
WHISPERS: Who could release me from this.
WHISPERS: It was you.
(INTENSE MUSIC)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
Novak.
Can I have a word?
You know Ferguson's whole...
amnesia thing is a bit gross.
- Yeah, no sh*t.
- Well, Dr Miller is of the belief that it is real, and he is going to testify to that at her committal hearing on Friday.
- OK, but it's just a committal; it's not a trial.
- Yes, yes, yes.
But if he tells the hearing that she is suffering from amnesia, she will use that at the m*rder trial to make the jury feel sorry for her.
If she acts up a storm like the one that I have just witnessed, she will win that jury over, and when she does, they will drop the charges for Bea's m*rder.
- What?
They can't do that.
- Yeah, they can, and they will.
I need your help to expose Ferguson to Dr Miller.
But...
how?
I've already thrown everything at that bitch.
She won't break.
(INTENSE MUSIC)
(FOOTSTEPS RETREAT)
- Lou's taken out?
- Nah.
She wouldn't tell me.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
Can I please speak to Reb?
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
OK, you didn't see what happened...
but you know he did it, right?
So you just need to tell the police you witnessed it, and it'll get me off the m*rder charges.
You want me to lie.
Isn't that against my true path, Sheila?
Do you think my true path is to suffer for what Mendel did?
WHISPERS: We both know what he was, Reb.
I know what he did to you.
Don't you ever f*cking talk about that.
I would have thought that you'd wanna help me after what we shared.
What we sh... ?
You were a part of my therapy, Sheila.
You humiliated me.
You made me feel deeply ashamed - of who I was.
- Mendel forced me to do that.
Yeah, and you believed in what he was doing.
- I just wanted to let the light into your heart.
- Yeah, well, f*ck the light.
- To help cure you.
- I'm sorry?
To cure me?
Of your perverse lesbianism.
- The wicked will not inherit...
- I'm not a f*cking lesbian!
God, you never got it, Sheila!
I'm a man.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
(DOOR BUZZES)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(DOOR SLAMS)
- (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
- ...
craving hot dog.
- All inches.
- Have never been able to experience that before.
Hang on.
No, it says inches.
- As if.
Check out his pecs.
- What?
- Oi, Judes, what you reckon?
Definitely on the roids, eh?
You know what that sh*t does to the love muscle.
Wh...
to what?
- Wouldn't it be nice?
- Your love muscle.
No.
No, it's ...
inches of throbbing hot dog.
Yeah, all right.
Whatever.
- Oh, yeah.
- Whatever.
It's not...
Get your..
Nah, - get your dirty feet away from me.
(RETCHES)
- Say I've got sexy feet!
- Are you OK?
- Yeah.
I was thinking that you should go back and see Dr Miller.
And you said yourself, it wasn't his fault.
No, I'm all good.
Thanks.
You have to get him to sign off on that surgery, Reb.
Lou said she would sort it.
When Lou gets out of the slot, she's gonna take a cr*ck at him.
- Is that what you want?
- What are you talking about?
Her way of sorting Miller...
- is to get rid of him anyway she can.
- That's bullshit.
Do you want that on your conscience, Reb?
You know, my boy, Danny, he went down that violent path, and it cost him everything.
I don't want the same for you.
I'm not gonna let that happen.
- I can't go there!
- Wow, wow, wow.
- You can't f*cking make me!
- No one's trying to make you do anything.
- I can't!
I can't.
- No, you're staying here with us.
- What's going on?
- I dunno; she just started carrying on.
I can't go there!
Why is my dad making me go there?
Hey, hey, hey.
Come on.
Come on.
Look at me.
Look at me.
- f*ck.
What have you taken?
- What do you mean?
- What's she taken?
- I don't bloody know.
f*ck.
Something's wrong with me, isn't it?
- Oh, God.
- No.
No, no, no, no.
Let's get her into a chair.
It's OK.
It's OK.
It's OK.
Have you taken ice?
- What?
- Have you taken ice?
- No, no, just a little acid...
that's all.
Just to take the edge off.
Why are you looking at me like that?
- Stop looking at me like that!
- No, I'm not looking at you like nothing!
- OK, don't crowd her.
Just give her some space.
- Judy.
- Oh, f*ck.
- Judy, it's OK.
It's OK.
You're safe.
There's nothing to worry about.
Just look at me.
Look at my face.
- Who the f*ck are you?!
- I'm Sheila.
- Did my father send you?
- No, sweetheart.
You're just having a bad trip; that's all.
It's just the acid.
It's messing with your mind, OK?
OK.
So what I need, I need you to focus on your thoughts, OK?
Just acknowledge any bad thoughts, and just let them go.
Because it's not real.
- It's not real.
- It's not real.
- He wants me to die!
- No, no, you're surrounded by people who love you, who only want the best for you.
I just need you to concentrate on your thoughts.
That's it.
Yes, and just let them go, let your thoughts just come and go.
It's not real.
WHISPERS: It's not real.
That's good.
That's really good.
So, Judy, how about we lie down now?
You wanna do it, huh?
Let's lie down.
OK.
WHISPERS: She'll be all right.
I'll stay with her.
I'm afraid.
(SOBS)
Shh.
Shh.
It's all right.
It's all good.
You're safe.
WHISPERS: You're safe.
WHISPERS: You're safe.
WHISPERS: You're safe.
I'm happy to watch her.
Thanks.
You've done this before?
- Don't look at me like that, Dad.
- Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.
- I'll be a good girl.
- You are a good girl.
Hmm?
You're safe.
It's a bit like a truth serum with LSD.
Whatever you're suppressing, it always bubbles up.
WHISPERS: Good girl.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
WHISPERS: I know how to break Ferguson's act.
- What?
- But I'm gonna need you to pull her shadow.
- Yeah, I can organise that, but...
- I'm also gonna need some way of recording her.
(CONTEMPLATIVE MUSIC)
(MUSIC BUILDS)
(BASSY MUSIC)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(SIGHS)
OK, girls, time to eat.
You want a cup of tea, Kath?
That would be lovely.
Thank you.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
Uh, Zheng?
- Mm.
- Can I grab some coffee, please, - for our unit?
We're low.
- (TUTS)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
Great.
Thank you.
Thank you.
- Aren't you having one?
- Nah.
Well, I...
- Thank you.
Thank you.
- It's OK.
You deserve it.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
SIGHS: Oh, God.
(TENSE MUSIC)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
Keane.
Appointment with Dr Miller...
let's go.
I'm really glad you decided to come back.
Yeah, I didn't have much choice.
- What happened last time...
- ...
Wasn't your fault.
I have some, um...
issues when it comes to therapists.
Well, you wouldn't be the first.
Can you tell me more about that?
I'll tell you what...
why don't we try something?
Yeah?
Do you know what, uh, a mind map is?
OK, so, I'm going to write the word 'therapist' here, and I just want you to free associate.
Single words are fine...
just whatever comes into your head, I want you to say it out loud.
Yeah?
Any word...
there's no right or wrong; just whatever comes into your head.
- Cult.
- OK, good.
Evil.
Fear.
Light.
Cross.
Ring.
Salt.
(INTENSE MUSIC)
Scream.
Reb.
No, no, no!
Please, no!
Reb, are you OK?
(CHORAL MUSIC)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(PSYCHEDELIC MUSIC)
(WHOOSH!)
(FEEDBACK WHINES)
Hey.
You all right?
Come with me.
Let's get you back to your unit.
Eh?
That's it.
Why don't we, um, get you to sit right here?
That's good.
That's good.
That's good.
(FEEDBACK WHINES)
I feel very hot.
Why are you being so nice to me?
I thought you hated me.
DISTORTED: I was wrong about you.
DISTORTED: I can see that you've changed.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
(BEEP!)
- Oh!
- (BOTH CHUCKLE)
What's this for?
Eh?
Ah.
I take it things went well with Dr Miller, then.
Yeah.
Thank you.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
(CHUCKLES)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
I'll help you.
I'll tell the police I saw Mendel make everyone drink the poison.
On one condition...
you don't ever tell anyone about what he did to me.
I don't want Lou knowing.
I don't want that to affect how she feels about me.
Of course.
Thank you.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
(FEEDBACK WHINES)
You don't look so good.
I think I'm...
I think I'm coming down with something.
- Holy sh*t.
- What?
- DISTORTED: What's happened to your face?
- What do you mean?
DISTORTED: Your face.
It's...
You don't look like Kath any more.
You're not Kath.
(GASPS)
I am.
I think you know who you really are.
- I don't.
- DISTORTED: Come on, Joan.
- Nothing is making any sense.
- DISTORTED: No.
I know it doesn't make any sense, but it will.
It will if you just tell me.
DISTORTED: Come on...
just tell me who you really are.
ECHOES: Tell me who you really are.
- I don't understand.
- Come on.
I'm...
so thirsty.
(SIGHS)
(PANTS)
(GASPS)
(SHRIEKS)
- DISTORTED: Where?
Where?
- My hand!
- It's on my hands!
- DISTORTED: Who's blood is it, Joan?
Is it Bea's blood?
- It's the girl.
- What girl?
What girl, Joan?
It's from the girl!
Oh, God!
No!
It's from the girl!
Oh, God!
No!
What girl?
Come on!
I'm going to be sick.
Oh!
(COUGHS)
Come on.
Come and sit down, Joan.
- You can be honest with me, Joan.
- My name is not Joan!
- It's Kath!
- Yes, it is.
- It's Kath!
I'm Kath!
I'm Kath!
- No, you're not Kath.
- I'm Kath!
- No, you are Joan Ferguson.
You're Joan f*cking Ferguson!
Oi!
What's going on!
DISTORTED: What's wrong with her?
What are you f*cking playing at?
Where's the camera?
(GASPS)
Argh!
(SHRIEKS)
- Get away from me!
- What the f*ck is going on?
Get off me!
- Argh!
- Argh!
The Freak's f*cking losing it.
- Hey!
Get back!
- (SHRIEKS)
What do you want from me?
(DOOR SHUTS)
(INDISTINCT WHISPERING)
(WHIMPERS)
(STATIC HISSES)
WHISPERS: What do you want?
(UNSETTLING MUSIC)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(GASPS)
Oh!
(GASPS)
I'm sorry.
I am so, so sorry.
I didn't...
I...
(GASPS)
WHISPERS: I k*lled her.
I am so sorry.
I k*lled her.
I k*lled her!
Kath.
It's OK.
Nothing's gonna happen to you.
We just need you to be calm.
OK?
WHISPERS: I k*lled her.
So I want you to come with me to Medical.
We'll have you checked out.
OK?
DISTORTED: It's gonna make you feel so much better...
I promise.
You come with me?
Kath?
Kath.
- Oh, sh*t!
- Bloody hell.
Oh, sh*t.
(DOOR CREAKS)
On your feet, Kelly.
(SIGHS)
Give us a second.
I spoke to the police.
I expressed my doubts that you assaulted me.
They're reconsidering the charges.
You're welcome.
Also gets you out of here.
Governor's order.
Just so you know...
it was Novak who lagged on you.
I figure either she bashed me or she's protecting who did.
It's not my business, but...
I'd use all my authority to protect you, if you decided to take it personally.
(DRAMATIC DRUM MUSIC)
(GASPS)
- DISTORTED: Hey, Kath.
How you feeling?
- WHISPERS: The girl...
the girl I keep seeing.
She...
She looks at me with such...
- accusation.
- Kath...
Joan Ferguson m*rder*d her.
WHISPERS: I think she...
I think she...
she s*ab...
she stabbed her with a shard of glass.
Kath, listen to me.
DISTORTED: We got the results of the blood tests back.
You have LSD in your system.
OK?
DISTORTED: It's causing hallucinations.
DISTORTED: Nothing you're experiencing right now can be trusted.
OK.
- What's that?
- It's OK.
- What is that?!
- DISTORTED: It's OK, Kath.
It's just to help you sleep.
(PANTS)
(PANTS)
Why were there no guards with her?
I removed them.
sh*t, Vera.
The nanny cam?
Seriously?
How many times do we have to go through this?
Exposing Ferguson only risks exposing us.
OK.
She should be asleep for hours.
So you heard what she screamed in the corridor...
"I k*lled her.
I k*lled her." That is as good as a confession.
To what?
To the m*rder of Kath Maxwell.
I don't think she was talking about Kath Maxwell.
Besides, her blood has high levels of LSD...
someone obviously slipped it to her.
Look, whatever she said or did under its influence, it's meaningless.
(DOOR BUZZES)
(DOOR BUZZES)
Linda.
I'm about to do the incident report.
When you're done, finish up and hang your pass in at the gate.
- What?
- There was no need for you to as*ault the prisoner.
Your three strikes were up...
you're suspended.
PA: Attention, compound.
Attention, compound.
Phones are now available to use.
Oh, my God!
Mmm.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
And guess what?
- You're not gonna believe this.
- What?
Sheila's here.
You remember the news report on the telly, it was her.
She stole the clinic's money.
- Sheila's here?
- Mm.
The cops reckon she helped Mendel poison everyone.
She's been charged with m*rder.
Hey, shh, it's OK, 'cos I told her, I'll just tell the police that she wasn't even there.
What?
No, Reb.
You can't.
Nine people were k*lled.
All the records were burnt.
The police didn't even know we were there.
You cannot get us mixed up in that sh*t.
- But she didn't do anything.
- You can't do it.
But I have to, Lou.
Look, I know Sheila did some awful stuff, but she was just as much of a victim of Mendel as we were.
No, she wasn't.
She used to drug some of the girls with Rohypnol so Mendel could r*pe them.
She was no victim; she is a f*cking monster.
(INTENSE MUSIC)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
Lou.
- It's so good to see you.
- Cut the crap, Sheila.
I am the last f*cking face you wanna see.
If you think that Reb is gonna bail you out, you're even f*cking crazier than I remember.
So you're still controlling her?
Him.
And he made the decision himself after I told him what you really are.
And what about you, Lou?
Have you told Reb the truth about you?
Oh, sh*t.
Oh, sh*t, sh*t.
Oh, sh*t.
Oh, sh*t.
What's going on?
Don't tell me you've dropped acid too.
No, no.
She's just freaking out 'cos Gavin's coming to visit tomorrow.
- Well, isn't that good?
- No, it's not good, no, 'cos he thinks that I look like you, like I've got I've got your boobs and your arse and, like, all this is all that.
It's not.
- Yeah, but he's into your sexy voice.
- Coming out of her sexy mouth.
- What are you talking about?
- Oh, f*ck it!
Boomer.
It won't matter when he sees you - and talks to you in person.
- (LAUGHS)
What?
You're gonna give up hot as f*ck and not give it a chance?
I mean, think about the abs.
Well, what if he, like, takes one look at me and just bolts?
(LAUGHS)
Hey, if he does, he's an idiot.
He won't.
Besides, we're gonna do your hair and make-up.
- Oh, yeah.
You're gonna look like such a spunk.
- (CHUCKLES)
Can you please make me look like Allie?
I'm not a bloody miracle worker.
- Oh, you little sh*t.
- (GASPS)
You're f*cked.
You're f*cking dead.
You fucker.
That won't stop me.
Keep running!
(GIGGLES)
(UNSETTLING MUSIC)
(MUSIC BUILDS)
I love you, Mummy.
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
I can't believe it's finally gonna happen.
- I owe it all to you, babe.
- Mm.
No, like, really.
I love you.
ECHOES: No!
ECHOES: No!
ECHOES: No!
ECHOES: No!
ECHOES: No!
Baby, there's something I need to tell you.
Reynolds told me it was Novak who lagged.
We're gonna take the bitch down.
(CLASSICAL ORGAN MUSIC)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
Attention, compound.
It's the episode you've been waiting for.
- Come on!
- The season final of Wentworth.
This is not just a thr*at, she'll follow through.
- What are you gonna do?
- What Bea and Kaz would have done.
We're goin' to w*r.
_ No!
_ Keep your eyes on Ferguson, I think she's trying to escape.
Is Ferguson in there?
The season final of Wentworth, next Tuesday, .
pm on Fox Showcase.
08x09 - Monster
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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.
"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.