All language subtitles for Wentworth - 08x10 - The Enervator.Nemo.English.HI.C.orig.Addic7ed.com

Just so you know, it was
Novak who lagged on you.

LOU: She was here?

Cops reckon she helped
Mendel poison everyone.

- She's been charged with murder.
- She used to drug some of the girls

with Rohypnol so Mendel could rape them.

She is a fuckin' monster.

Why does she hate me so much?

If you testify on Friday
that her amnesia is genuine,

she is going to use that
as the basis for her defence

when it goes to trial.
You know that, don't you?

SOFTLY: She will win that
jury over, and when she does,

they will drop the
charges for Bea's murder.

I need your help to expose
Ferguson to Dr Miller.

I'll help you. I'll tell the police

I saw Mendel make
everyone drink the poison.

You don't ever tell anyone
about what he did to me.

SOFTLY: If you think that
Reb is gonna bail you out,

you're even fucking
crazier than I remember.

Have you told Reb the truth about you?

WOMAN, ECHOING: No, no, no!

- I killed her. I killed her!
- WILL: Kath.

There was no need for you to assault
the prisoner. You're suspended.

So you heard what she screamed
in the corridor... "I killed her."

Her blood has high levels of LSD.

Whatever she said or did under
its influence, it's meaningless.

Reynolds told me it
was Novak who lagged.

We're gonna take the bitch down.

(HEAVY FOOTSTEPS ECHO)

('WENTWORTH' THEME)

(THEME MUSIC CONTINUES)

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(BABY CRIES, DOG BARKS IN DISTANCE)

(PANTS)

(BABY CONTINUES CRYING)

(VOICES WHISPER)

(CRIES)

Hey, hey. Why aren't you sleeping?

Come on. Come on. Aw, it's
all right. Yeah, there we go.

- There we go.
- (CONTINUES CRYING)

Oh, please, shush, shush.

Shush, shush. It's all right.

(GASPS)

Sorry, Kath.

(PANTS)

I was just checking in to see
how you're feeling this morning.

Any more hallucinations?

No.

Good.

In that case, I'm happy for
you to return to your unit, OK?

(PANTS)

I don't want to be alone.

Please don't abandon me.

(BABY CRIES)

(SIGHS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

I know you lagged on me.

You told the screws I bashed the GM.

(SCOFFS) You're delusional.

I might see what the women think.

Knock yourself out.

Tell me, Booms, you ready
to see your man, Gavin?

Not ready to be dumped.

No, that won't happen.

He'll be on you like a
seagull on chips, I reckon,

especially after I doll you up.

Excuse me. Hey.

You agreed to help me.

- I'm not talking to you.
- Listen.

Whatever Lou told you about me,

- I had nothing to do with...
- Oi!

(CHATTER STOPS)

Back the fuck off, Sheila.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER RESUMES)

(BEEP! GATE RATTLES)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- So what's your story?
- It's not that interesting.

Accused of poisoning nine people...

I'd say that's very interesting.

Reb told me. (HUSHED) But, hey, relax.

- I won't tell anyone.
- I'm innocent.

I'm not here to judge...
far be it from me.

The doctor I was working for,
he orchestrated a mass suicide.

Set fire to our retreat
and poisoned himself...

nothing to do with me.
I wasn't even there.

- Did you know what he was planning?
- I had no idea.

Then how did you know it was him?

He thought he was the Messiah.

You know, I've often wondered
why he left me behind.

And you believed in him?

I was under his spell, yeah.

But once he was gone...

You cleaned out the bank accounts.

Reb must trust you.

He does.

He reminds me of my son, actually.

I didn't poison anyone,
and Reb knows it.

WHISPERS: Yeah, sure.

But it's Lou who's the obstacle.

She has way too much influence over Reb.

You know, I have to agree.

Vera.

You're late.

Everything OK with Grace?

Yeah, I've been up half the
night. I couldn't settle her.

- Did you try walking her?
- Yes.

- Burping her?
- Yes.

- Swaddling her?
- Yes, Jake.

I think she's picking up on my anxiety

- about the Ferguson's committal hearing tomorrow.
- Hey, listen,

your little stunt yesterday
nearly brought us all unstuck.

I seem to be the only one who's worried

about what Miller is going to say.

Yeah. She's probably got colic.

I googled it.

(INDISTINCT, MUFFLED ARGUING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SOMBRE MUSIC)

(GENTLE MUSIC)

PA: Attention, all staff.

- Visiting hours to commence in 15 minutes.
- (CHUCKLES)

- _
- (HORN BLARES)

- (KNOCKS AT DOOR)
- Come in.

- Governor, can I have a word?
- What are you doing here?

I'd like to inform you
that I've had legal advice.

If you don't reinstate me, I'll
sue the department for my PTSD.

Your what?

- Post-traumatic stress...
- Yes, I know what it is.

It's the first I've heard of it.

Remember the siege?

(CHUCKLES LIGHTLY)

So it's all in order?

Can you find the figures
and show me, please?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(DOOR BEEPS, UNLOCKS)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(SUBDUED MUSIC)

(DOOR CREAKS, CLOSES)

You Gavin?

- Susan?
- (INHALES SHARPLY)

What the... (STAMMERS) What...

(CHUCKLES)

You don't look nothing like
this photo. That's not even you.

- Well, this is hardly a true representation.
- You lying fuck!

(PANTS)

- Come on! (KNOCKS DOOR)
- (DOOR BEEPS, UNLOCKS)

Fuck Allie.

I'm gonna flood this prison with
gear, see how she likes that.

Oh, shit. That reminds me. Trev
has been hassling us for that money.

Oh, give me the phone.

Hey, Mullet. I got a job for ya.

Spread the word the top dog lagged

to see if we can start
ourselves a little mutiny.

I don't know where it is.

- Well, it's got to be in there, Reb.
- Yeah, well, it's not.

Well, it can't just
fucking disappear, so think.

I don't know, I hid it in the
mattress, and now it's gone.

- Fuck!
- (CHAIR CLATTERS)

Fuck! I told you to look after it.

- I told you not to let it out of your fucking sight!
- Hey!

Stop it. Now calm down.

What's going on?

Did you take it?

Is that why you've
been sucking up to him?

- I saw Kath with the phone yesterday.
- Kath.

Yeah.

Maybe she can tell you where she put it.

- You stole my fucking phone?
- No.

I admit... I admit I used
a phone to make a call.

Oh, you made a call. Well,
you're supposed to have amnesia,

so who the fuck did
you call... nut busters?

I don't know. I'm so confused.

But I put it back exactly
(STRAINS) where it was.

Confused, my arse.

Give me the fucking phone, or
I will tear this cell apart.

I can't help. Please.

Please, please, please do not do this.

I do not have your phone. Please.

- Please...
- Fuck off!

No! Please!

What do we have here?

It's Wanda.

Please be very careful with that.

They don't like to be jostled.

Oh, honey, I'm not going to jostle her.

I'm going to make you
swallow the little fucker.

No, no! (STRAINS)

Give it to me. Please give it!

Give it to me! Give it to me!

- (GLASS SHATTERS)
- (GASPS)

(SCREAMS)

HYSTERICALLY: No, noooo!

- (SOBS)
- (GLASS SHARDS CLINK)

(GASPS)

(PANTS)

(WOMEN YELLS)

(SPLASH!)

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

(WATER SLOSHES)

(BREATHES SHAKILY)

(HEARTBEAT PULSES)

(SOMBRE MUSIC)

(WHIMPERS)

KATH AND GIRL: I love you, Mummy.

I love you, Mummy.

(SOBS) I love you...

(SOBS)

I love you, Mummy.

We can't put this down to LSD.
Your tests are completely clear.

It wasn't an hallucination.

It was a memory.

That child I told you about

wasn't someone I harmed.

It was me.

Are you sure?

- You're not simply trying to rationalise...
- When I was a little girl,

my father murdered my mother.

I was there.

How did it happen?

He drowned her in the bath.

Did he go to prison?

Don't know.

This is a breakthrough.

Kath, what else do you remember?

Nothing.

It's like a fragment from a tree.

Only I know it isn't a dream

because I feel it in
every fibre of my being.

Linda just told me that Ferguson
had a freak-out. What happened?

It wasn't a freak-out;
it was a breakthrough.

She's remembered something.

- What?
- A traumatic childhood memory.

- It's often a marker in psychopathy.
- So that proves she's been faking.

- Not necessarily, no.
- Wait, if she remembers that,

she must remember other things as well.

Well, actually, a true
amnesiac will typically remember

one or more usually painful
memories from early childhood

while more recent memories
remain inaccessible.

Right, so you've made up your
mind about your testimony, then.

(CHUCKLES)

I'm sorry, Vera. I
can only give the court

my honest professional opinion.

If the DPP can't get a conviction
for the murder of Kath Maxwell,

they will not pursue one for Bea
Smith and Ferguson will walk free.

Look, I know that, Vera,

but there's no point in
getting all worked up about it.

What, you think she'll just stop
there, just take a nice holiday?

No, no. She will sue the
department for wrongful dismissal

- and take the governorship back.
- Then she'll have to fight me for it.

You will be in prison. She will
make sure we all go to jail,

and Grace will end up in foster care.

You know, on some
level, I think she knows

that something terrible
is about to happen.

- Ferguson?
- No, Grace.

I couldn't stop her crying last night.

- She knows her whole world is about to come crashing down.
- Listen,

you haven't slept, and you're
stressed, OK? You're panicking.

- Yeah, for good reason.
- It's out of our hands.

- There's nothing we can do.
- Yes, there is.

Sack Miller.

Oi, Trev, I need you to make
a payment for me to our friend.

I can't access my account right now.

Yeah, I gave you the login details.

PA: Attention, compound.

All prisoners return to
their units immediately.

Count will commence in 10 minutes.

What do you mean there's no
available funds? There's heaps.

No, that's fucking wrong.

Well, what was the last withdrawal?

HUSHED: You call the bank,

you get them to trace
it. That wasn't me.

It wasn't fucking me.

- SHOUTS: Fuck, fuck!
- (PHONE CLONKS)

Fuck!

But not only is he,
like, a frigging liar;

he's also the ugliest motherfucker
I've ever laid eyes on.

- CHUCKLES: Really?
- Yes.

Well, you weren't exactly upfront
with Gavin about yourself, either.

No, look. You know, you... you told me

to tell him that I was a swimwear model

and that I like to suck
on big spoons like Nigella.

- That was you.
- No. No, you were the one that was like,

"Oh, I look like Allie."

- Look, obviously, he's insecure about himself too.
- I'm not insecure.

(CHUCKLES) Look, all I'm saying is

maybe you can take a
less superficial approach.

I don't even know what that means.

It's what's on the inside that counts.

Plus, I didn't write all
those letters for nothing.

For fuck's sake. Do we really have
to listen to this inane drivel?

Shut up. We had listen
to your acid trip.

IMITATES JUDY: Oh no,
I'm not going baaaack.

I'm not going back. Stop
looking at me with your eyes.

Boomer.

Hey.

You OK?

Guess I'll have plenty of peace
and quiet in Gitmo. (CHUCKLES)

I wish there was something we could do.

Thanks.

Hey, you should know...

Lou's spreading the word you lagged.

Fuck.

How did she find out?

So fucking close. I had the money.

I had the approval. I wasn't
gonna have to live like this.

We'll find out who took the phone.
I will make them pay the money back,

- or I'll kill 'em.
- We're gonna never get my surgery.

OK.

So it's gone missing
while I was in the slot.

What if Novak lagged to put me in
there so she could steal the money?

But how could she get into our account?

Fuck knows? She could've found a way.

She's threatened to put us out of
business before. It makes sense.

- Shit.
- What?

I saw her coming out
of our unit yesterday.

(GRIM MUSIC)

(DOOR BEEPS, UNLOCKS)

SOFTLY: Hi.

Hi. Thanks for coming in.

I'm sorry about yesterday.

I'm really glad you called,

and I'm sorry about my photograph.

I was just worried that I might
not be good enough for you.

- Oh.
- I guess we've both been

- guilty of a little subterfuge. (CHUCKLES)
- And lying.

(LAUGHS)

(LAUGHS)

I really love your
sense of humour, Susan.

It's one of the first things
that attracted me to you.

- Yeah?
- That and your writing.

- Oh.
- Your letters really turned me on.

- Well, hello.
- (BOTH CHUCKLE)

Well, you know, you're
no slouch yourself.

- Oh, pffbbt! No.
- Yeah, serious.

- That bit... bit about rooting doughnuts.
- (BOTH LAUGH)

- That was funny.
- Silly.

And sexy.

Yeah, that's when I
knew you were special.

- Thank you.
- (CHUCKLES) No worries.

Have you ever thought about
doing it professionally?

- Rooting doughnuts?
- No, no, no. (CHUCKLES) No, writing.

- Oh, nah, are you kidding me?
- No.

I've been thinking.

Well, I run an exclusive
subscription-only website called Slammer.

- Yeah?
- It's devoted to adult content for prison fantasists.

- Jeez.
- (BOTH CHUCKLE)

What are the frigging chances, eh?

- (CHUCKLES) What are the chances?
- No, not really chances, you see.

When I read that Wentworth had
that market research contract,

I put my name down on the call register.

Uh, hang on.

So you knew I was a prisoner all along?

Yeah. See, I was hoping
to hook up with someone...

someone just like you...

who could feed me some really
knock-out inside oil, yeah?

Yeah.

(DOOR BUZZES)

I want to know what
the women are saying.

- Go find out.
- On to it.

Hey, hot stuff, how'd it go?

- Oh, Gavin's a creep.
- What?

I thought you were
giving him another chance.

The bastard, like, catfished me.

Yeah, so he, by purpose,
got on the call centre list

just so he could find a prisoner to,

like, write sleazy shit for his website.

- You're not doing that?
- No.

You are.

- Wait, what?
- Yeah, I got a plan,

- and you got to help me.
- No, no, no.

- I'm not writing anything for his website.
- Please.

'Cos Gavin don't know it yet,

but he's gonna pay for your prison
porn by being my spoof donor.

- Her what?
- My spoof donor.

You don't even want to know. (CHUCKLES)

Got to go, guys. See you later.

Miss Bennett.

What's happening with Ferguson?

Did Dr Miller change his mind?

On the contrary.

He has been completely sucked in by her.

- How? She confessed.
- Yeah, he's putting that down

to the LSD in her system.

If anything, he is even more
convinced that she is genuine.

- Can't you get him to change his mind?
- I have tried, Novak.

Believe me, I have tried.

What, so that's it?

(BEEP!)

(MUFFLED CHATTER)

(DOOR OPENS)

- What do you want?
- Our money back.

- What money?
- The money for my fucking surgery

you stole when you took our phone.

- I didn't take your phone.
- Oh.

Then why'd I see you coming
out of our unit yesterday

right before the phone went missing?

- It wasn't me.
- Bullshit.

It's why you lagged and had me slotted.

Hey. Fuck off.

- Consider who you're talking...
- (THUMP!)

(GRUNTS, GASPS)

I want it back now.

HUSHED: Reb, don't
stay. Don't get involved.

I am so sick of you
telling Reb what to do.

Fuck off and keep
watch outside the unit.

HOARSELY: I don't have it.

I didn't take it. (GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

- Give me the fucking phone.
- (GRUNTS)

- I want it back.
- (GRUNTS)

(COUGHS)

(GRUNTS, GROANS)

Don't. (STRAINS)

Last chance.

(THUD!)

(ALARM BLARES)

Fuck!

You've got till dinnertime
to give me my money back,

or you're a dead woman.

(ALARM BLARES)

PA: This is a Code Purple.

Officers required in
H1 unit immediately.

(TENSE DRUM MUSIC)

(PANTS)

It's OK, Allie. They've
gone, sweetheart.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- Whose side are you on?
- Reb's.

'Cos if you kill Allie,
he'll never get what he wants.

Bullshit.

You're just trying to
protect an old root.

Oh, you carry on about
everything you do for Reb,

but maybe you don't really
want him to fully transition,

'cos you're doing everything
you can to sabotage it.

- You fucking bitch.
- (STRAINS)

I will fucking kill you!

STRAINS: Can't you see
what she's doing to you?

- Don't make the same mistake.
- Enough!

(GROANS)

(GASPS, PANTS)

You're not my mother, and
I am not your fucking son.

Come on. Let's go, babe.

(SOMBRE MUSIC)

(DOOR BEEPS, UNLOCKS)

(GASPS)

Winter.

Governor wants to see you.

- (GRUNTS)
- (KNOCKS AT DOOR)

Come in.

I've got Winter.

Are you waiting for legal advice?

Vera told me anything to do
with Winter goes through her.

Just bring her in, Linda.

- (PHONE RINGS)
- Winter.

WOMAN: Governor Jackson's office.

I'll have to get him to call
you back. He's in a meeting.

Take a seat.

Actually, take a break.
I'll take the calls.

Off you go.

That's bullshit.

The attending officer said
you pushed the panic button,

so I know you were there.

I was there, yeah.

- I went to see Allie and found her injured.
- Fuck sake, Marie.

Allie is in medical, and I
think Lou Kelly put her there.

But if you refuse to confirm it,
I'll slot you for the bashing.

- Will, please, just trust me.
- Governor, to you.

I fucking trusted you once with
everything, and you played me.

I will never trust you again.

- (BEEP!)
- Get Miss Miles in here, please.

- Winter.
- Will.

(HORN BLARES)

Gate House to Sierra Three...

Governor, the prisoner
transport vehicle has arrived.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

How are you feeling, Kath?

A little nervous.

- Not sure what to expect.
- Yeah, it's OK.

I'll see you in there, yeah?

(SUBDUED MUSIC)

Greg!

Greg.

You know the only leg her
defence has to stand on

is your testimony that she's
a genuine amnesiac. That's it.

If they exploit that at the trial

and can elicit just enough
sympathy from the jury,

she will walk free...

after all the terrible,

terrible things that she has done.

If you are wrong,

if she is faking,

you will be putting a
psychopath back on the street.

I am begging you, Greg. I'm
begging you. Please listen to me.

This isn't just about Kath
Maxwell. No one can help Kath.

But you think about

all her victims

in the future that she will torment

and she will torture

and she will kill.

You'll have them on your conscience.

I know I'll have them on
mine if you don't stop her.

REPORTER: Tight security surrounds
the Melbourne Convention Centre

and US Secretary of
Defence Michael Schwartz

will be attending
today's AUSMIN meeting.

- The motorcade will be accompanied...
- Are you OK?

- What happened?
- Lou Kelly.

- What?
- Oh man,

- we should never have left you alone.
- Turn that off.

What she did to the GM was bad enough,

but she's taking this shit too far.

- What are you going to do?
- What Bea and Kaz would have done.

We're going to war. Get the
crew together. We're going.

Oh, no, no, no. Hang on. Allie,
There's something we need to tell you.

- Lou didn't bash the GM.
- We did, me and Boomer...

- and Judy.
- By mistake.

How do you bash someone by mistake?

It was meant to be a
prank to leverage Smiles.

But then Reynolds showed
up, and it all went to shit.

Why did you tell me it was Lou?

- Take the heat off us. (CHUCKLES)
- It was my fault.

Don't blame them.

I suspected Lou was
lagging to the GM and

lured her to the kitchen to prove it.

- You fucking what?
- What?

- You knew it wasn't Linda?
- So why did you bash her?

The bitch has been
riding me since I arrived.

- When she showed up, I just lost it.
- Oh, fuck!

Hey, at least this puts
the lagging stuff to bed.

Lou Kelly is one herself.

You should never have
involved these two in this.

I know.

I'm sorry. I didn't think.

- No, Allie, wait.
- Leave me alone.

Does either side seek to
call the expert witness?

Yes, Your Honour, we'd
like to call Dr Miller.

(LOW, TENSE MUSIC)

(DOOR CLOSES)

I do solemnly and
sincerely declare and affirm

the evidence I shall
give will be the truth,

the whole truth and
nothing but the truth.

Your witness, Miss Casey.

Could you please state your name
and qualifications for the court?

Yes. Gregory Richard Miller.

I have both a medical degree

as well as a specialist
fellowship in forensic psychiatry.

The document I have given
you is a copy of an affidavit

with a psychiatric report attached
which you prepared for this court.

- Is this true?
- That's correct.

Can you confirm the said document

was written after analysing
the defendant, Joan Ferguson,

and that it was true and correct
at the time you saw the affidavit?

I can confirm that.

Dr Miller, you're aware
that in a police interview,

the defendant has claimed
complete and total amnesia

incurred as the result
of severe head trauma,

rendering her incapable

of answering the charges related
to the murder of Miss Kath Maxwell.

I'm aware of that, yes.

Having had the opportunity
to analyse the defendant,

could you please summarise for
the court your expert opinion

on whether or not you concur
with the diagnosis of amnesia?

Yeah, in my professional opinion...

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

... I believe Miss Ferguson

is indeed suffering from
what we call a fugue state

as a result of severe brain injury

characterised by complete
retrograde amnesia.

But how can you be certain
that your diagnosis is accurate?

Well, I can only give
you my expert opinion.

And are you willing to stake
your professional career on it?

I am, yes.

(TENSE MUSIC)

♪ OK ♪

♪ Go ahead ♪

♪ Say what you want ♪

♪ I'm casual ♪

♪ Playing dead... ♪

♪ Criminal savant ♪

♪ But I creep up when
you're not looking ♪

♪ Shoot straight, but
my heart's crooked ♪

♪ The best weapon
is a quick tongue. ♪

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

I'm happy to see you up and about.

Thank you for helping me.

No problem.

You shouldn't be wandering
around alone after what happened.

Where's your crew?

You want to take a seat?

Or are you wondering,

worrying what the women
are going to think,

hanging with a pariah?

Tell me what's going on, Allie.

(SIGHS)

I can't trust anyone any more.

- Including me?
- Especially you.

This is not just a threat.
She'll follow through.

Lou is fucking barking mad.

So if you know anything
about a missing phone...

I don't. I didn't take it.

All I can tell you is the last
person I saw with it was Kath.

Ferguson?

- When was this?
- Just before her acid flip-out.

Miss Bennett.

I left before it was over.
I don't know the outcome.

I need to see that video
footage from H6... urgently.

- Why?
- Because I need to prevent

an all-out war with Lou Kelly.

About this time, someone
stole Lou Kelly's phone.

- Her phone?
- Contraband.

And they used it to
steal all of the money

that they'd saved for Reb's surgery.

Lou thinks it was me. It wasn't.

But Marie saw Ferguson with it right
before this footage was recorded.

Ferguson called me the other day.

Why would she want to steal a phone?

She's got bigger problems
with her committal.

My God.

(PHONE BEEPS)

(LOW, TENSE MUSIC)

(LOW, TENSE MUSIC BUILDS)

You've called Greg Miller. I'm
not around my phone at the moment,

- but leave a message, and I'll get back to you. Thanks.
- (BEEP!)

Greg, it's Vera.

Call me as soon as you get
this message. It is urgent.

And keep your eyes on Ferguson.
I think she's trying to escape.

I need to go.

I couldn't get on to Miller to warn him.

- Did you try the brawler offices?
- (SIGHS)

I'll call them.

(SIGHS)

This is Governor Jackson.

Can you call me when
you get this message?

OK, that's strange. Went
straight to message bank.

- No, no, no, no, no.
- I'll call the courthouse direct. OK.

- (PHONE CLACKS)
- (BREATHES DEEPLY)

This is Governor Will Jackson from
the Wentworth Correctional Centre.

We have a prisoner attending
court this afternoon,

but I can't seem to get
through to any of my officers.

Right, I understand.

What was the outcome?

OK.

- All right, thanks for your help.
- (PHONE CLONKS)

The cellular network
around the courthouse

- has been shut down as a security precaution.
- The AUSMIN meeting.

Yeah.

And Ferguson's been committed for trial.

Even more reason for
her to make a move now.

The brawler left with
her two minutes ago.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

What do you want?

I heard about your missing money.

I'm willing to pay for your surgery

on condition that you
give me that statement.

I don't want your
filthy True Path money.

- Still letting Lou control you.
- This has nothing to do with her, Sheila.

I know what you did.

Yeah, well, I guess it
comes down to how bad

- you want that surgery.
- (FENCE RATTLES)

You drugged me with Rohypnol and
held me down while he raped me.

I would rather stay in a woman's
body than take your fucking money!

I bet that Lou hasn't
told you the full story.

(TENSE MUSIC)

Vera, please sit down. You're
starting to wear out the carpet.

They should be back. Call them again.

There's been some sort of major
incident at the courthouse.

- Oh, fuck.
- Call the police.

What?

PA: Attention, compound.
Attention, compound.

H-block are now called for dinner.

(TENSE MUSIC)

They wouldn't tell me anything
about the nature of the incident.

- Do they know where the brawler is?
- No.

- Shit.
- All right, Vera. Go home,

- get Grace. We've got to get out of here.
- Oh, Christ.

- Will.
- (KNOCKS AT DOOR)

- Yes.
- Excuse me, Governor. The brawler's arrived.

(TENSE MUSIC)

(GATE BEEPS, RATTLES)

Is Ferguson in there?

- Do you have Ferguson?
- I presume so.

- What do you mean "presume so"?
- Because of the heightened security,

we weren't allowed in the courthouse.

The court guys loaded the prisoner.

- And you didn't check?
- Open the doors.

(BEEP! DOORS UNLOCK)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SHUFFLING)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

You fucking liar.

You stole Lou and Reb's money,
and you let me get bashed for it.

I'm so sorry, Allie. I never
thought they'd blame you.

(SNIFFS)

- I'm giving this back.
- No, please.

I need that money to
fight my extradition.

My father won't help
me. He's abandoned me.

- Pay it back.
- But nobody knows it was me.

- You don't...
- I know.

Jesus fucking Christ.
You all lied to me...

every single person I trusted.

- You're top dog. You can just...
- Yeah, I'm top dog. So what?

Do you know what top dog is?

It's a poisoned fucking chalice.

You bust your guts for these women.

And where does it get
you? Fucking nowhere.

It gets you fucking
shivved, like Bea, like Kaz.

(SIGHS)

Why did I think I'd be any different?

I can't even trust my
closest fucking friends.

- (SIGHS)
- Fuck, I'm sorry.

Allie, I...

I'll do it, OK? I'll return the money.

Give me the phone. I'll do it right now.

I'll fix this mess.

I'll make it right. I'm sorry.

(SOMBRE MUSIC)

Hey.

You skipped dinner. Everything OK?

Is it true...

that...

that you watched me get raped,
and you didn't do anything?

Can you say something?

Can you fucking say something, Lou?

We were all forced to...

participate in the
therapy, and I just...

(EXHALES HEAVILY)

- I just didn't...
- I... I... What?

I just... I...

Um...

Why didn't you do something?

TEARFULLY: Because I am a weak...

fucking coward, and I froze.

I just...

I just froze.

Before you got there, that man,

I thought that

he was my...

sole saviour, and he'd...

taken away all of this anger
and all of this hatred, and...

He made me feel really safe.

And then...

when I saw him do that
to you, I just... it...

- My heart was ripped when I saw that.
- No, no,

you lied to me this whole time.

- No, Reb, no, please.
- Get out of my cell. Get the fuck out of my cell!

- Please, Reb!
- No, get out!

I killed them all!

I poisoned them. I...

I burnt the place to the fucking ground.

I'd do anything for you.

Oh.

(SNIFFS, SOBS)

Please, Reb, it's always been for you.

Everything's been for you.

And I would do it again if I had to.

- (KISSES)
- (SOBS)

You saved me, and for what, you know?

I'm still trapped in this fucking body.

It's Novak's fault.

(PENSIVE MUSIC)

She stole your money, Reb.

She has to pay.

Do it.

(LOW, TENSE MUSIC)

- (SCRAPING)
- (BLOWS, SNIFFS)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

Looks like she's won again.

If she managed to fool a shrink,

the jury will be a piece of piss.

(TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES)

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC BUILDS)

- (GASPS)
- (SQUELCHING)

(GROANS)

(GASPS)

(LOW, TENSE MUSIC)

(DOOR OPENS)

(SOFT BREATHING)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

(EERIE VOCAL MUSIC)

(BREATHES SHAKILY, GASPS)

REPORTER: Just ahead...
some breaking news.

Police have now confirmed
that in an incident

in the city this afternoon,

the US Secretary of
Defence, Michael Schwartz,

has been shot and killed
as he left his motorcade.

Witnesses report seeing a
lone gunman fleeing the scene,

and a massive search is underway,

but the suspect has not
yet been apprehended.

_

- _
- (PHONE BLIPS)

The balance has been transferred.

Thank you for a good job.

(CRUNCH!)

It shits me there's nothing we can do.

Spit bag her.

With pleasure.

(TENSE MUSIC)

- Did you forget something?
- Yeah.

This.

- (GASPS) What are you doing?
- (BUCKLE RATTLES)

Stop it!

Why are you doing
this?! Help me! (PANTS)

Take it off.

- (DOOR CLOSES)
- Get if off me. (PANTS)

Take it off me. Get it off me now.

Help!

Get it off! (WHIMPERS)

Attention, compound.
This is a Code Black.

All prisoners return to their units.

No. Help!

Get it off me! (GASPS)

Help!

Somebody! (PANTS)

Somebody. (TAPS DOOR)

Please don't leave me like this. (PANTS)

(GROANS, PANTS)

(GROANS) Get it off me.

- (PANTS)
- (VOICES WHISPER)

Oh! Get me out of here!

(PANTS)

MAN: Say it. Say it. Say it. Say it!

(PANTS)

Get me out of here.

- Get me out of here! (SCREAMS) Help!
- (THUMPING)

(PANTING)

(SCREAMS)

(SCREAMS)

(GASPS)

(PANTS)

(SCREAMS)

Shut the fuck up!

(PANTS)

(DOOR CREAKS, CLOSES, LOCKS)

(PANTS)

(LOW, TENSE MUSIC)

(GASPS)

(GASPS)

I am Joan Ferguson.

(TENSE MUSIC BUILDS)

(GASPS)

I am The Freak.

(GRIM MUSIC)

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