_
♪ (dramatic music) ♪
Zoe Taylor ran a group counselling course.
Iman attended that course.
- Pennisi attended the same sessions. - Shit!
(gasping choke)
- (siren wailing) - VERA: Right, everyone, step back!
Call medical! Everybody stand...
KAZ: Good news from the hospital,
Sonia's off the critical list.
Well, doctors reckon that she was poisoned.
_
- Has anyone seen you?! - Look, I gotta keep movin'.
- I was gonna ask you for a ride. Iman's place. - To where?!
If there was any evidence the police would have found it.
- She's not a suspect. It's just me. - ♪ (dramatic drum beats) ♪
This chick here...
my fuckin' property! You got that?
- Whatever. - KAZ: Spike Baxter. She was attacked,
in the showers today.
I'll find out who did that and there'll be repercussions.
And I mean they will fucking pay!
It was me.
Girls.
(thump)
(sewing machine whirrs)
(grimaces, hushed) Oh, fuck!
(grunts)
- What the hell are you doing?! - _
These backups prove you let Bea Smith into no man's land.
That's my insurance.
♪ (dramatic drum beats) ♪
_
♪ (dramatic drum beats) ♪
(footsteps echoing)
♪ (theme music) ♪
♪ You don't know me, when I don't know you ♪
♪ You're calling me in. You're catching me out ♪
♪ You don't know me, when I don't know you ♪
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(inmates cheering)
- Ugh! Ugh! - (punches thuds)
- ♪ (dramatic drum beats) ♪ - ALL: (chanting) Get her!
STELLA: You fuckin' bastard!
- (inmates cheer and jeer) - (punching and straining)
How'd you go?
Ho-ho, good!
- Huh! - (punch thuds)
INMATE: Ripper!
(body thuds on ground)
(clapping and cheering)
Yeah!
♪ (whooshing flourish) ♪
(rapid punching and sharp breathing)
♪ (whooshing flourish) ♪
Oi, Einstein...
♪ (whooshing flourish) ♪
your sister's up.
- (onlookers encouraging) - COACH: Here we go.
- (exhales deeply and pounds gloves) - ♪ (melancholy music) ♪
(punching and sharp breathing)
- ONLOOKER: Yes! - (onlookers encouraging)
COACH: You right? Yep. Good to go.
(punching and sharp breathing)
(exhales)
- ONLOOKER: Yeah! - (onlookers encouraging)
(punching and sharp breathing)
(punching)
- (punching and sharp breathing) - You get 'im, Reets!
Your form's not bad, girl.
♪♪
- ♪ (whooshing flourish) ♪ - (punch)
- (water running) - (gagging, coughing and groaning)
(turns off tap)
(sighs deeply)
(phone ringing)
- Morning, Vera. - Fuck you!
(multiple phones ringing)
Medical informs me there was a workplace accident in the laundry.
(tuts) Do we need to put further safety measures in place?
- I wouldn't have thought so. - (phone continues ringing)
Protocols are in place...
- Connors just didn't follow them. - PERSONAL ASSISTANT: Can I help you?
And you've stepped up as a leader who'll enforce
- the necessary protocols when required? - (phone continues ringing)
Do you need to get that?
It's the press, my PA will get it.
- (inhales deeply) Well, hopefully - ASSISTANT: Governor Bennett's office...
having seen what happened to one prisoner...
safety protocols will be adhered to in the future.
- (phone continue ringing) - (train clatters by in background)
(general hubbub)
ALLIE: How's the hand?
Kaz went a bit over the top, sorry.
Well, for what it's worth, Spike's a piece of work.
I'm sure, whatever she did, she was asking for it.
Hey, sugar tits.
In the house. (sighs and chuckles)
She's taking an interest.
Maybe she's got the hots for you.
You're so full of shit, it's you she's looking at.
Hey, Kaz. Kaz?!
What's the deal with Boomer, why is she in the slot?
They reckon she poisoned Sonia.
- Oh, what?! - ALLIE: What?
- Why would she do that? - No idea.
Hey, Mr Jackson, can you get the Governor to spring Boomer?
There is no way that she poisoned Sonia, she's her biggest fan.
They say her tea was spiked.
ALLIE: Boomer spiked her tea? That's bullshit!
- ALLIE: There's no way that Boomer would do that. - ♪ (tense undertone) ♪
For what reason?
♪ (undertone quells) ♪
(train crossing signals ringing in background)
(door opening)
Oi! God!
Oi, that's my stuff!
- MAN: Argh! - FRANKY: Fuck off!
Fuck no! Fuck!
- (grunts) - (groans)
- (Franky gasping) - MAN: Oh!
Fuck off!
Go on, get out!
Ya piece of shit. Go!
- Fuck you, all right. - Fuck off and don't come back!
(sighing)
(breathing heavily)
(train horn sounds)
- ZT? - ♪ (intriguing music) ♪
Zoe Taylor.
- (engine stopping) - (Sally door sliding)
- (van door bangs) - (keys jangling)
- ♪ (whooshing flourish) ♪ - ♪ (haunting music) ♪
(breathes deeply)
Stevens, welcome back.
- How are you feeling? - ♪ (dark undertone) ♪
I cheated death.
(door beeps and buzzes unlocked, creaks open)
- I need to know about your - _
involvement with the workshop escape.
My involvement?! I know nothing about it.
Yeah, it's funny that, no one does.
And yet two prisoners couldn't have escaped without help
- or someone knowing something. - Why would I sabotage my own pride and joy?!
- You tell me. - Particularly to assist Joan Ferguson,
who, by the way, you really should have let hang.
Okay, what about Doyle? Did you assist her?
Seriously, Governor, this is absurd.
I had hoped you might pay a little bit of attention
- to who poisoned me! - Right, that I know.
Susan Jenkins
- has just been charged with attempted murder. - Susan?!
- (keys jangling) - (indistinct walkie-talkie chatter)
(locks clicking)
(cell door creaks open)
(hushed) Jenkins, you got a visitor.
You got one minute, tops.
That's all I need.
Oh! Oh, Sonia. Oh.
Oh, Sonia, fuck you're...
Fuck you're a sight for sore eyes, aren't you?!
- You look good...! - I don't respond well to disloyalty!
- (stammering) What? Well... w-w... - Liquid nicotine?!
(vitriolically) In my tea!
Oh, no.
No, no, no. No. It wasn't me. Don't believe them. Why would I do it?!
I know you had ambitions to take over the workshop.
- I did not! I'm... I... - Seems I was wasting my time
nurturing someone I thought had such promise,
only to discover I'd created a monster.
I'm not a Mon...!
- I'm not a monster, I'm your partner! - They charged you!
Yeah, because I'm not a lagger!
Nah...
I wouldn't tell 'em who really done it.
(tuts)
So it was Liz.
Hey.
VICKY: Hey.
- Who's winnin'? - STELLA: Me.
Good luck.
I don't need luck. I'm reigning champ.
♪ (tense undertone) ♪
♪♪
(mop slops)
- You finished? - TANNOY: Attention, compound. Attention, compound...
(announcement indistinct)
- Vera wants to fire me. - I don't blame her, Jake.
You know if that happens, who knows what I might do.
(doors banging in distance)
Is that a threat?
Listen, mate...
we're in this together.
You've joined the club now.
(spits)
(door opens)
(door banging)
It's not smart mixing with Kaz's crew.
(spits)
What's it to you?
I know how it works in here, she's Top Dog,
- she'll use you to bash people. - You don't know shit.
Kaz's crew might be the safer option.
I know this, if you lose it again it could mean more time.
(spits)
And whose fault is that?
(Rita sighs quietly)
You think I don't remember what happened?
I'm just saying.
Well, go on.
You done your lecture, now you can fuck off!
Nuh?
(thump sink)
(footsteps retreating)
♪ (tense undertone) ♪
(Rita sighs)
- (water running) - ♪ (undertone darkens) ♪
(electrical buzzing)
(electrical flickering and buzzing)
(engine revving)
(electrical flickering and buzzing)
- (police siren wailing) - (electrical flickering and buzzing)
Fuck!
- (electrical flickering and buzzing) - ♪ (tense music continues) ♪
- (tyres screeching) - (car skidding)
- ♪ (whooshing flourishes) ♪ - (electrical flickering and buzzing)
(electrical flickering and buzzing)
- ♪ (whooshing flourish) ♪ - (glass shattering)
- (gasping and shuddering) - ♪ (undertone darkens) ♪
(electrical flickering and buzzing)
- (door banging) - (Ruby fitting)
Shit!
Ruby? Ruby? Ruby, can you hear me?
- (taps creak off) - (Ruby gasping)
It's okay.
- It's okay. I'm here now. - ♪ (music softens) ♪
(sighs)
- Okay, here you go. - (Ruby gasping)
That's it. That's it. I got you. It's okay.
(electrical flickering and buzzing)
- How often does this happen? - Not that often.
(sighs) I... I still think you should go to medical.
I'm fine. Allie, it looks worse than it is.
(scoffs) Yeah, well, it looked pretty bad.
Yeah, I know, right. But...
you did good.
Talking to me and that.
- You hear me? - Mm-hm.
- All the stuff about my hot body. (chuckles) - (chuckling) Oh, my gosh.
(both chuckle)
But shouldn't you be on some kind of medication
- or something? Okay. - I'm all good.
Don't tell anybody about it, will ya?
Not if you don't want me to.
(inhales) I just don't want people thinking I'm weak...
or weird.
(Allie chuckles quietly)
(Ruby chuckles quietly)
(birds twittering)
(car door opens)
- ♪ (atmospheric music) ♪ - (car door closes and engine starts)
(gate creaks)
♪♪
- _ - ♪ (drum beats add urgency to music) ♪
(chuckles quietly)
(door creaks quietly)
- ♪ (echoing drum beat) ♪ - ♪ (music mellows) ♪
(draw closes)
(cupboard clattering open)
- ♪ (music quells) ♪ - (door creaks shut)
(steam press whooshes)
(hushed) You okay?
I'm just knackered.
- Because of the... - It fucks you up a bit.
- MILES: Mitchell...! - ALLIE (hushed): Sorry.
quit gasbagging, get on with your folding.
Oh, come on, Smiles. Give her a break, she's on her rags.
Yeah, so's have the prison. Get on with it.
Come on.
(trolley rolling)
You like each other?
Yeah, she's a cool chick. What's not to like?
Wanna ask you a favour... keep an eye on her.
- Why? - She's got problems.
What problems?
She's a good kid, but if there's trouble...
a short sentence could turn into a long one, if you know what I mean.
She could get jammed in here.
- Why do you care? - Family.
(scoffs) Why don't you talk to her?
She won't listen to me. (inhales) We've got, um... issues.
(sighing) W...
what do you expect me to do?
Look, I'm out on a limb here. You seems like a decent person...
- But, you don't even know me. - As I said...
out on a limb.
She had an accident, caused a brain injury.
(inhales) She can snap. Be a danger to herself or others.
It's already happened.
♪ (sombre undertone) ♪
(whispered) Spike?!
(hushed) That was her?
Please.
(punching and breathing sharply)
(punching and grunting)
Hey, hot stuff...
you like punching shit, 'ey?
Why, you wanna apply?
Got something to show ya, after lunch.
Juice'll come get ya.
(indistinct muttering)
- You right? - Ooh!
(exhales) Yeah, yeah, I'm... I'm fine.
- Let me take that for ya. - Oh,
but hang on, what about your hand, is it better?
Well, it doesn't need stitches. (chuckles)
Where ya sittin'?
- I'm just over there, thanks. - All right.
ALLIE: Hey, Kaz, I've been talking to Ruby.
- She's only got six months left. - Half her luck.
You're not thinking of using her as muscle, are you?
No. Why?
Oh, I... (scoffs) I dunno, I just... Forget it. (chuckles)
It's like that, is it?
Like what?
You've got a thing for her.
(scoffing) What? No!
You sure?
Uh... I'm sure I'm sure.
What?!
Just know that you are a sweet, intelligent, wonderful woman,
and I'm sure that Bea...
would want you to get on with your life.
Just be happy, okay?
No sweat about Ruby. I won't get her into any trouble.
(spoon clatters)
- KAZ: Sonia! Welcome back! - (inmates cheer and clap)
- INMATE 1: Woo! - INMATE 2: Onya, Sonia!
Glad to be back!
What, the prison beats hospital then?
Food's better here.
What, were they feeding you poison?
- (laughter) - Somebody was.
I still can't believe that Booms
- would turn like that. - Well she didn't.
SPIKE: 'Ey!
Don't fuckin' look at her again!
- Look at that fuckin' black bitch again - I wasn't!
- and I'll fuckin' stab you in the fuckin'... - KAZ: Hey!
- All right, Baxter, settle down, please. - SPIKE: Settled!
- WILL: Are we sure? - Yes!
Don't let it happen again.
Don't worry, Mr J, it's just foreplay.
- You wouldn't know about it. - (laughter)
- SPIKE: Fuck off! - INMATE: Busted!
Could you go any slower?
- What the fuck is this? - (door beeps unlocked)
- _ - (door closes)
(indistinct chatter and jeers)
- (punches and grunting) - (cheering)
(recording distortion)
- (grunts and groans) - (cheers and jeers)
- Really cool, hey? - Yeah, if you're a meathead.
Those meatheads are getting rich.
See that? We're streaming it on the Dark Web. Make some real money.
Who's gonna pay to watch these fuckin' hacks?
Real prison fight, are you kidding? Everyone.
If you say so.
Hey, you've got some moves, reckon you could do any better?
Ooh, honey, I'd wipe the floor with 'em.
Fuckin' do it then, for a cut of the bets.
Nuh. Not a street fighter.
- Missin' out. - Yeah, I'm gutted.
You breathe a word about Fight Club to Kaz, you will be gutted...
- with a shiv. - (body collapses in background)
- (crowd claps) - Get the fuck off me!
♪ (dark undertone) ♪
(distorted cheers)
(shallow breathing)
(hushed) Hm.
♪♪
(door creaks open)
♪ (music intensifies with a pulsating tone) ♪
♪♪
- ♪ (drums add to the intensity) ♪ - _
(taps squeak on)
(water running)
♪ (dramatic drum beats) ♪
- ♪ (music darkens) ♪ - ♪ (echoing drums) ♪
♪ (pitch slowly increases and intensifies) ♪
(taps squeak off)
(water trickles to a stop)
♪ (music quells to silence) ♪
- ♪ (echoing drum beat) ♪ - (groans)
- ♪ (urgent music with drums) ♪ - (gasps)
♪♪
(Sonia breathing heavily)
- ♪ (echoing drum beat) ♪ - ♪ (music ends) ♪
- (squelching) - (exhales)
(metallic echoing thud)
- (Sonia breathing heavily) - (water dripping)
- (plastic rustles) - (Sonia exhales)
♪ (ethereal music) ♪
(water running and splashing)
Hmm.
(water dripping)
♪ (menacing undertone) ♪
♪ (slow whooshing flourish) ♪
♪ (echoing whooshing flourish) ♪
- (train horn sounds) - (birds twittering)
(general yard chatter and activities)
♪ (quietly tense undertone) ♪
♪ (childlike music) ♪
(plastic rustling)
♪ (tense undertone intensifies gradually) ♪
(siren wails)
TANNOY: Attention, compound, this is a Code Black.
Code Black. All prisoners return to their units immediately.
I repeat, this is a Code Black.
All prisoners return to their units immediately.
(siren continues wailing)
Do you know what's happened?
Something bad.
What's Code Black?
Someone's dead.
Oh, how dreadful.
Do we know who?
GUARD: Okay, ladies, line up for the count.
♪ (quietly tense undertone) ♪
NEWS REPORT: ...staff from Security Limited
say such a daring escape from Wentworth Prison
was attempted by following a suspect from one of the rooms.
- 29 year-old, Francesca Doyle... - (knock at door)
has been spotted outside a convenience...
- (door creaks open) - (sighs exasperatedly)
- If you're looking for Franky, she's not here. - No, I'm not. What happened to your leg?
(sighing) Oh...
stupid accident. I, uh...
- (tuts) slipped down the stairs. - (sighs)
You poor thing.
Look, I'm sorry.
I had to give the police the visitors log book.
I hope it didn't create too much of a problem for you.
Oh, well they came, they searched, and they went.
I've been scanning the news.
- Still no word? - No.
(hushed) I'm here to ask for your advice.
- ♪ (gentle music) ♪ - (Bridget sighs)
What a snake.
I can handle the blackmail...
and the betrayal, but I...
I never expected...
I, um...
I'm pregnant. (chuckles)
(hushed) To Jake?
♪♪
Do you want to have a child?
When I was younger, I...
always used to dream of...
having a baby that I could love and it would love me, and...
and I stopped thinking it would ever happen, and now...
- Now it's a reality. - I don't know.
I don't know.
Do you want to have Jake's baby?
I don't want him in my life or the child's.
(inhales) So, um...
how many weeks are you?
(clears throat) Five, I think.
So you don't have to make a decision immediately.
I guess I could wait a week or two.
The most important thing is not to make a hasty decision.
And look, whatever grounds you find to fire Jake,
just make sure you dot all the i's and cross all the t's, because...
he is the type...
that could accuse you of sexual harassment.
(hushed) Oh, f...!
(mobile phone vibrates)
(sighs deeply) It's work.
- (phone beeps) - Yes?
(camera flash clicks and whirs)
WILL: That's okay. Like 28, two...
- INVESTIGATOR: Thanks. - WILL: Okay, thanks.
(breathing shakily)
Hey.
- (exhales) - Are you okay?
Yeah. Is there anything on the, uh, corridor CCTV?
Ah, the camera was tampered with.
- Okay. Toss every, uh, cell for the weapon. - Okay.
♪ (piercing undertone) ♪
♪ (discordant undertone) ♪
- (vomit splashes) - (gasping)
- ♪ (undertone quells) ♪ - (spits)
- (indistinct radio chatter) - ♪ (undertone recommences) ♪
(inhales)
(sniffles)
♪ (melancholy music) ♪
(sighs)
(exhales quietly)
(silently suppressed crying)
(sniffles quietly)
- (inhales shakily) - ♪ (music stops) ♪
(train clattering quietly in distance)
- ♪ (moody music) ♪ - (indistinct report on radio)
NEWS REPORT: And on to news now, where a manhunt for two prisoners
who escaped from Wentworth Correctional Facility continues.
Police are no closer to recapturing the pair,
despite a sighting of the notorious Franky Doyle,
reportedly seen outside a convenience store in Carlton, yesterday.
Disgraced former Governor, Joan Ferguson, also remains on the run
from charges including the fatal stabbing of inmate, Bea Smith.
Ferguson had been an inmate at the Wentworth facility,
awaiting trial on charges
- of conspiracy to murder. - _
29 year-old, Doyle, is facing two murder charges,
- for the shooting death of celebrity - _
- TV chef, Mike Pennisi, - _
- and the brutal slaying of her fellow inmate, - _
Iman Farah.
In other news, a Noble Park man
is facing a string of sexual assault charges...
Don't do this to me now. Come on!
- (sighs) - ...the assaults,
- which are believed to have taken place between - (mobile phone beeps)
- November last year and February this year, - (rustling papers)
- occurred close to several Metropolitan train stations, - _
- including Greenvale, - (dialling on mobile phone and sighing)
Clayton, Noble Park and Dandenong.
Hey, is that Zoe Taylor?
Hey, a friend of mine gave me your number. I'm, um,
havin' some problems and I wanted to make an appointment.
Yeah, it's, uh...
Jenny Blake.
Great, thanks.
(mobile phone beeps)
- (chuckles) - ♪ (grating whooshing flourish) ♪
TANNOY: Attention, compound. Attention, compound.
H Block are now called to breakfast.
I wasn't even able to have a shower today because of it.
Do you know how clean the showers are?
She wasn't in her cell last night.
(hushed) Fuck!
Okay, go have your breakfast.
SONIA: I hope they get to the bottom of it
- sooner than later. I can't - Fuck off!
wash my hair. Can't use the shower. Ludicrous really.
Does anyone know who died?!
Screws are keeping it under wraps.
- What? - Hold on.
We think it could be Liz.
No. Why?
Well, she didn't come back for lockdown last night
and she wasn't around for morning count either.
I'll find out from Smiles where she is.
- ♪ (tense undertone) ♪ - ♪ (echoing drum beat) ♪
ALLIE: Jesus, Liz!
Where have you been?
- God, we were worried about you. - Oh, but I'm so sorry, love,
but I was in medical when they called lockdown
- and then they only just decided to let me out. - Why were you in there?
Oh, I had... had a headache so I...
- had to go and get some tablets, so I... - SPIKE: You killed Sharon!
You fucking killed Sharon!
- You great fuck! You... - GUARD: Hey! Hey!
- Fuckin' never! - Fuck no!
What the fuck?!
MILES: Come on!
Damn you! Fuck!
- MILES: Yeah, come on. - SPIKE: Fuck you!
RUBY: What ya gonna do about it?!
- You asked me, you Nazi bitch! - SPIKE: I know you did it!
- GUARD: Come on! Come on! Settle down. - SPIKE: You fucking did!
- GUARD: Come on! - (Vicky continues laughing)
(sighing) Well, that solves the mystery of who died.
- ♪ (rapidly descending ominous tone) ♪ - (sighs)
(hushed) Oh, what the fuck?!
D... (sighs) do you know anything?
How could I? I've been in lockdown for 13 hours!
There's a psycho among you.
28 stab wounds!
- KAZ: Jesus! - WILL: What about Mitchell?
Wasn't Ruby, she was with Allie when it happened.
Okay...
but be careful.
And if you find out anything... leave it to us.
(emotionally) I'm only doing this shit to be ready for Ferguson.
- She won't be back. - Bullshit! They all get caught sooner or later.
- I promise you, Ferguson’s gone. - Yeah, right.
Kaz...
- ♪ (moody undertone) ♪ - (Will sighs)
she's not coming back.
What do you mean?
♪ (hopeful music) ♪
(quietly sobbing)
(exhales sharply) Yes, sir.
We are working closely with the police on this.
We should have some answers soon. We...
(sighs sharply) No, sir. We've given them all
- the information we have on the escapees. - (phone disconnections)
(knock on door)
- (hangs up phone forcefully) - Ah, Governor, you got a moment?
What do you want?
(phone ringing at reception)
(keys jangling)
(Vera sighs)
Is this more blackmail?
I'm done.
I can't do this anymore, Vera. You've go enough on your plate, and...
(sighs deeply)
it's killing me.
You're free to do what you need to do.
Sack me.
(mobile phone ringing)
(door closes)
(sighs)
♪ (echoing boom) ♪
You killed the wrong person, ya fuckin' psycho!
- Liz, Liz, Liz... - No, no, don't you come near me
or I'll shiv ya!
(laughing nervously) W-what has gotten into you?
You killed Sharon, thinkin' it was me, didn't ya?
Oh, don't be ridiculous,
Blind Freddy could tell you she's at least
- 10 years younger. - Oh, cut the bullshit, Sonia!
Have you forgotten that you threatened to kill me?!
(scoffs) What did you expect? You lagged on me.
You wanted me to make that fuckin' confession.
You colluded with Don to make it happen!
And you made it so easy. Nobody forced you.
(quivers) It was Don.
That was not my idea. That was... that was all Don.
Right? He...
(crying) He...
(blubbering) He promised me things. He...
No, he made me believe that... that we had a future to-together.
Fuckin' reeled me in, hook, line and sinker.
(hushed) He's as corrupt as they come.
(whimpers)
(blubbering)
Yes.
- You're right. He was. - (continues blubbering)
- (Liz whimpering, shiv clatters to floor) - He was as corrupt as they come.
(blubbering) He was corrupt.
(Liz whimpering)
- Hey, Mitchell. - Hey.
Novak's lookin' for ya... in the laundry.
Yeah? Cool, thanks. (chuckles)
- INMATE 1: What do youse want? - INMATE 2: There's a line, hurry up!
GUARD: All right. All right. That's enough.
♪ (echoing whooshing flourish) ♪
VICKY: Oh!
Where's Allie?
(door bangs)
♪ (throbbing music) ♪
Fuck!
It's you and her.
(blows lips, scoffs) In your dreams. (chuckles)
Come on, ladies.
ALL (chanting): Greenslade! Greenslade!
- Greenslade! Greenslade! Greenslade! - VICKY: Come on, hot stuff!
INMATE: Grunts.
- (hushed) Fuck! - 20 on Greenslade.
- (jeers and cheers) - ♪♪
- Oh! - Cheeky little bugger, hey?
(fabric ripping)
(distortion)
- (air rushing) - RUBY: Huh! Agh!
♪ (music descends rapidly) ♪
♪ (throbbing music restarts) ♪
- Ha-ha! - What's going on?
- Fight club! - Fight club!
Huh!
(distorted jeers and cheers)
Ha-ha-ha!
Huh, oof!
(hushed) Argh!
Come on! Punch her!
(heavy breathing)
♪ (whooshing flourish) ♪
- (thuds) - Oof!
- ♪ (whooshing flourish) ♪ - (thud)
Ha!
- (thud) - (exhales sharply)
♪ (music descends rapidly) ♪
- ♪ (whooshing flourishes) ♪ - (thud)
(thuds)
- ♪ (upbeat throbbing music) ♪ - (punches)
(indistinct jeers and cheers)
♪ (whooshing flourish) ♪
♪♪
Yes!
- And the winner is...! - (thud)
- ALL: Oh! - (sporadic laughing and clapping)
ALL CHANTING: Ruby! Ruby! Ruby! Ruby! Ruby!
- (hushed) Fuck! - RUBY (chuckling): Yeah!
Ruby! Ruby!
(cheering)
Ruby! Ruby! Ruby! Ruby! Ruby!
(cheering and clapping)
- That was fucking incredible! - (chuckling)
- (door buzzes unlocked) - Thanks. You're pretty good yourself.
- (indistinct announcement over TANNOY) - (chuckles)
You know... you're probably too good
- for fight club. - What do you mean?
- You could really hurt someone. - Oh, come on, Allie,
- I know what I'm doing. - No, but I mean if you had a snap.
Like with Spike.
Fuckin' Rita!
I can't believe she told you that.
Hey, no, she was just concerned about you.
- She just told me to... - Wanted you to what?! Huh?!
Oh, I see, you're only hanging out with me
- because my fuckin' sister told you to. - Whoa!
- That... that's not... - Are we even friends?!
Fuck you, Allie!
- (door creaks and bangs) - Fuck!
Fuck!
- (door creaks) - Fuck!
- Hey, Ruby, what the fuck? - Let me tell you about my fuckin' sister,
she ruined my life!
She took everything away from me!
I was smart, I was gonna fuckin' study...
(whimpering) and she fucked that up for me, didn't she?!
All I have is boxing,
and it's the most important thing in the world to me!
I'm not gonna let Rita take that away, too! You got that?!
- (panting) - You're hurting me.
- ♪ (quiet whooshing flourish) ♪ - You can report that back to my fuckin' sister!
(breathing heavily)
(holds breath)
(breathing heavily)
♪ (gentle music) ♪
- I don't want you to go. - (car door closes)
Listen...
after what's happened, me staying would bring trouble to the family.
Someone's died.
Payback ain't gonna go away.
♪ (Don't Go Walking Away by Robbie Miller) ♪
- ♪ Darling, stop moving ♪ - (sighs)
- Now, you stay strong, my little Kanga-Ruby. - ♪ Around ♪
- ♪ I can hear your feet on the ground ♪ - I love you.
♪ Darling, stop stressing 'bout today ♪
♪ 'Cause I've got no more words to say ♪
♪ About today ♪
♪ Don't go, don't go, don't go walking away ♪
You're a fuckin' hypocrite!
You tell me to pretend we're not sisters
and then you go and blab all my fuckin' shit to Allie.
So you're a boxer now?
It's got nothin' to do with you.
♪ And I've got nothing ♪
- ♪ And nothing's on my mind ♪ - ♪ (slow whooshing flourish) ♪
♪ But, oh, our pretty face ♪
♪ Your warm embrace ♪
♪ Don't go, don't go, don't go walking away ♪
♪ Don't go, don't go, don't go walking away-ay ♪
♪ Today ♪
(sniffles)
♪♪
(sniffles)
(Velcro ripping)
♪ And, darling ♪
♪ Don't say you'll ever walk away ♪
- ♪ 'Cause outside ♪ - (sniffling)
- ♪ It's raining ♪ - ♪ (whooshing flourish) ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
- ♪ (music ends) ♪ - (indistinct echoing)
- (guards shoes clomping on ground) - (breaths shakily)
- (phone ringing at reception) - (train horn sounds in distance)
(muffled indistinct voices outside of room)
Ah... (exhales slowly)
You said you had some information about the murder,
and please don’t tell me Sonia did it.
Yes... Sonia...
(sighs deeply)
I've-I've come to explain... about the poisoning.
Th-there's an innocent person in the slot,
- Ms Bennett. I can't... - Oh, Liz!
- Boomer... - Oh, no. I know, the...
Sonia's made a statement to the police already.
It was a misguided suicide attempt.
(sighs)
(whispered) Who...?
A s... suicide attempt? She...
She said... that?
So, w-why... why would Sonia...?
Well, no, apparently she was depressed about entering a
guilty please and she... swallowed the liquid nicotine herself.
- Right. - So...
you can rest assured. Jenkins is off the hook.
(exhales quietly)
- Liz? - Hmm?
(phone continues ringing in background)
Liz, how are you feeling?
- Me?! Oh, god, I'm fine. Yeah. - Mmm.
Nurse Radcliffe said you wandered into Medical looking for the showers?
Oh, yeah. Look, I-I think I was just havin' a bit of a...
(chuckling) bit of a "senior moment".
I hope you're not drinking again.
No, Ms Bennett.
God, no, not anymore.
(hushed) Okay.
- Good. - Mmm.
(door creaks closed)
(sighs deeply and quietly)
♪ (quiet echoing boom) ♪
♪ (ominous undertone) ♪
Oh, Booms...
- didn't know what to tell you, love... - You frickin'...!
- (Boomer seething) - (Liz whimpering)
(hushed) Booms, let go. Let go now. Let go.
L-let go now. Come on.
- Ah-ha! - Because...
(breathing heavily)
You are a fuckin' arsehole!
(gasping and panting) Y-y-you...
Now, lovey, you...
(hushed) you need to listen to me...
okay?
Now, I know you're hurt and you're angry because I let you down...
but that bitch...
set me up...
and she tried to kill me.
She's not who she pretends, love, she's not!
- (scoffs and blubbers) - She used me...
and she's using you, Boomer.
(chuckles and laughs)
No, don't laugh.
- (laughing and clapping hysterically) - (whispered) It's not funny, lovey.
(laughing) Well, is that all you've got?
Wh-wh-wh-what, you're not gonna pull your little fuckin' hairs out?!
Get on the floor, rock like a little fuckin' retard, 'ey?
(gasps) Oh, I'm fucked! I fucked up!
(laughing) 'Cause that was really good, that was.
(sniffles) Yeah, you really got me with one. I actually believed ya.
(laughing tearily but hysterically)
You're a sneaky fuckin' liar.
- (sobbing) - ♪ (sinister undertone) ♪
Don't... don't say that.
(sobs abating)
(sniffling)
Susan.
(Liz whimpers)
(Boomer sobs quietly)
♪ (undertone darkens) ♪
You all right?
(sighs and sniffles)
- (whimpers) - ♪ (undertone becomes uneasily hopefully) ♪
(breathing shakily)
I need you to be all right, Liz...
because you're crucial to my new defence.
It was your idea.
Corruption.
Listen, I've sacked my lawyer, I've changed my plea.
Come on, keep up, Liz, pay attention. Come on now.
Once they catch him... and they will...
you and I are gonna out Don Kaplan for his despicable corruption.
And that will be the basis for my exoneration.
(breathing shakily)
- Don's alive? - Yep.
(hushed) Oh, fuck!
(sighs)
(chuckles disbelievingly)
(sighs)
Just come through, Jenny.
So, who was the friend who referred you?
An acquaintance.
Iman Farah.
Please, have a seat.
(pen clatters)
Have you seen me before?
- Nuh. - Under another name, perhaps?
Course not, would have said.
Yeah, it's just you look quite familiar.
I'm Franky Doyle.
You might have seen me on the news.
I escaped from Wentworth.
(emotionally) Now, I'm riskin' everything to come and talk to ya,
because my life is at stake.
I didn't kill Pennisi or Iman.
- _ - (muffled talking and phones ringing)
(door creaks closed)
You haven't fired me yet.
Does that mean there's a chance for us?
(sighs)
If you think returning the USB would make me melt, you're an idiot.
- Vera... (sighs) - Shut up. I haven't got time for your drivel.
I've got two escaped prisoners and one murdered.
The only reason
I haven't fired you yet is because I am too fucking exhausted
to deal with the bureaucratic bullshit.
_
(sighs)
♪ (dramatic music with drum beats) ♪
(hushed) Fuck!
Relax. You did good.
The women love you, you're their new star.
(scoffs) I told you, I'm not interested.
I'm not gonna get sucked into this shit again.
Here's your cut.
You earned it and there's plenty more where that came from.
(scoffs) What, the Dark Web?
Come back any time.
(cell door creaks open)
(door closes)
(exhales deeply)
Whatever I may or may not have been told
by any of my clients is confidential.
I've read Iman's files.
I know she spoke to you about Pennisi's murder.
All that stuff about grief and guilt.
- How did you do that? - If she confessed to you I need to know.
Iman and I discussed her perennial problem...
survivor guilt. She didn't confess to murder.
If she had, it would be my professional responsibility
to take that information to the police.
If she said anything to you that could be
construed as an admission of guilt, please... just please tell me.
'Cause Iman's dead, but I'm in a living hell.
And even if she didn't confess to you outright,
you must have had your suspicions about her.
She was unstable.
She was potentially dangerous and you did nothing.
You inaction resulted the deaths of two people.
Do you think about that when you're sleepin' at night?
I think you're projecting your own feelings of guilt onto me.
- In psychology we call that... - Yeah, transference. I know all about that shit.
I know your feel guilty.
How could you not have seen it coming?
And even after Pennisi's death
it was easier for you to let an innocent person go to jail,
rather than admit you'd failed professionally!
Oh, that's enough. I think you should leave.
This is your once chance to make amends.
You need to tell the cops what you suspected about Iman.
- (sighs quietly) - ♪ (drums like a heart beat) ♪
- You need to get out of here... - ♪ (drum beats) ♪
- now. - ♪ (drum beats) ♪
- The police are on their way.
♪ (dramatic music) ♪
Shit!
(breathing heavily)
- (hushed) Fuck! - (siren wails)
OFFICER: Dispatch, this is Unit 6, we are in pursuit of suspect...
(panting)
(vehicle speeding by)
(multiple sirens wailing)
Fuck!
(tyres screech)
Shit, it's Franky Doyle! Call it in!
Franky Doyle, stop and give yourself up!
(groaning and panting)
Franky Doyle, stop!
I said stop!
- I will fire if you don't stop! - (Franky panting)
- ♪ (whooshing flourish) ♪ - (train clatters by)
♪♪
- (gun fires) - (thud)
- (thudding) - ♪ (music quelling) ♪
(soil falling)
- (train clattering) - (train horn sounds)
- (train clattering) - ♪ (music ends) ♪
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