All language subtitles for Wentworth - 05x10 - Mere Anarchy.KCRT.English.HI.C.orig.Addic7ed.com

I need you to tell the
Governor about Stewart.

He's the Deputy Governor!

Will Jackson told Vera I'm dealing.

- I can't remember.
- Tell her!

Mr Jackson!

He's not at home, not answering
his phone and no one's seen him.

- AYOUB: Don is officially missing.
- (muffled and echoing) Ah, Liz!

- I know Sonia did it.
- What did she do, Liz?

She killed Detective Kaplan, Ms Bennett.

If we leave these boxes out...

Oh, yeah, that's good.

I'm gonna catch you red-handed, okay,

and then Vera'll find out.

You see,

Vera and me...

we're living together.

You can't touch me.

You're the one who tipped
off Jake, aren't you?

You want revenge on him so badly,

- it is distorting your thinking.
- My thinking?

You're the one who's
fucking a drug dealer!

- What... what is that? That...
- Oh, it's a kite.

It means freedom.

- _
- (whooshing flourish)

- (whooshing flourish)
- (drum beats flourish)

(footsteps echoing)

(theme music plays)

♪ You don't know me,
when I don't know you ♪

♪ You don't know me,
when I don't know you ♪

♪ You're calling me in.
You're catching me out ♪

♪ You're calling me in.
You're catching me out ♪

♪ 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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(throbbing rock music)

_

(music and activity stops)

(quiet except for occasional dripping)

(ominous undertone intensifying)

Go harder.

(ominous throbbing)

(music ends)

- Morning, Vera.
- Mr Channing.

The gatehouse said you were on your
way up. Can I offer you a coffee?

Long macchiato would be good.

Would you make a coffee

- for Mr Channing?
- WOMAN: Certainly.

Now I'm here to investigate
a rather disturbing complaint.

Yes, from Will Jackson.

What the fuck is going
on with your staff, Vera?

He's accusing your Acting
Deputy of being a drug supplier.

Yeah, and I can assure you, there
is no truth to that allegation.

And you know this because
you're banging the accused?

It is true that Mr Stewart and I
have a private relationship, but

- there's nothing in the regulations...
- I don't give a rat's arse

about the regulations, but I do
care if it's clouding your judgement.

No, it isn't.

Mr Stewart's work
record speaks for itself.

He has been an excellent Deputy

and I have found absolutely no cause

- to doubt his integrity as an officer.
- We'll see.

I'll need an office to
conduct my enquiries.

Okay, I will have one of
the admin offices prepared.

- No, I'd prefer the hearing room.
- Mm-hmm.

You can bring my coffee in there.

Derek.

I wondered when you'd show up.

- Why do you say that?
- (lift bell dings)

Well, the prison's in a shambles.

All down to poor management skills

and an utter lack of
leadership, I'd say.

- Well, at least it's not on fire.
- _

How do you know Mike Pennisi?

Who?

These are my posts.
How did you get them?

I got permission to access the net
to prove that chick provoked you.

Wow. (chuckles)

You got influence. (chuckles)

This guy.

- How do you know him?
- I don't. He's just some...

random guy who responded
to one of my posts.

It's an incredible coincidence.
It's doing my head in.

Do you know him?

Yeah, he was the guy
I supposedly murdered.

But I didn't.

I believe you.

Well, that makes you
an endangered species.

Yeah. Well, I am rare and exotic.

It's a bummer. I was hoping
you could shed some light.

Sorry. I've never met the guy.

(ominous undertone)

(music ends)

Oh, it's all horseshit!

Sorry, sir.

So why do you think, ah, Jackson
is saying these things about you

if there's not a shred of truth in it?

I know why. He's had
his nose out of joint

ever since I got promoted
to act in his position.

So that's your explanation,
is it? Professional jealousy?

Mmm, not so professional.

He's really got it in for me.

He shoved me up against
a wall yesterday.

- You reported that?
- No.

- I'm not the vindictive type.
- Yeah, that's right. Ah...

you're a lover, not a fighter, huh?

I will say...

Jackson is the only staff
member with a history of drug use

- and charges on his record.
- Noted.

But just so you know,

I will be interviewing all the
staff in relation to this matter.

Good. (sniffs)

- Thanks for the heads up.
- You're welcome.

(Stewart clears throat)

Oh, and, um, good luck with that, sir.

(door closes)

(throbbing music intensifying)

Turk, we've got a bit
of a situation here.

I need you to hold off on the
deliveries for the time being.

Well, fuck your situation!

Ah, we've got the regional
manager in. He's investigating.

Yeah, well you go tell
him to stick his head

up a dead bear's fuckin'
arse and investigate that.

I'm trying to run a fuckin'
business, you shithead!

Yeah, I know. I'm just...

(mobile beeps off)

- Oi!
- Jake?

- What's going on?
- (sighing) Oh...

Are you all right?

Yeah. Yeah, I've just got a
bit of a headache, that's all.

Well, what happened with Channing?
You said you'd come tell me.

Oh, shit! I'm sorry, I forgot.

Well, I hope you're taking
this seriously. Mud sticks.

I am taking it seriously.

Very seriously indeed.

(phone ringing in background)

I know you won't be happy
with me bringing Channing in.

Oh, ten points for perception, Will.

Look, believe it or not,
this is in your best interests

- as well.
- Oh yeah, how do you figure that?

Look...

I... I was totally out of line with
that accusation yesterday, okay?

And I apologise.

You're a good governor, Vera,

but Stewart will bring you down
if you don't wake up to him.

(scoffs)

(hushed) Look, I am wide awake,

thank you very much, and I can
see that your disgruntlement

- has got the better of you.
- That... that's got nothing

- to do with it.
- Really?

Because you seem hell-bent on
destroying two very fine careers,

Mr Stewart's and your
own, for no reason.

(door beeps unlocked)

(indistinct background
chatter and yelling)

(atmospheric music with
rhythmic triangle tinging)

(music becoming intriguing)

WOMAN: (over PA) Attention, compound.
Attention, compound.

Phones are now available for use.

Hey.

Franky.

(hushed) I need to borrow the mobile.

What mobile?

I know Tina's got one stashed.

(scoffing) Unbelievable.

You only speak to me
when you want something.

- Kimmy...
- Fuck off!

Kimmy, please! There's no
one else who can help me.

- It's really important.
- Who do you wanna call?

- Bridget.
- Oh, the fuckin' slag.

- She's not a slag.
- She resigned.

What, she dump you 'cause
you're back in here?

We broke up, yeah.

But it was mutual. It's too hard,

- for both of us.
- Yeah, sucks being you.

Now you know how it feels.

- Kimmy, I didn't want to hurt you.
- (scoffs)

I just fell in love with her.

It was the first time I
ever let myself go there.

And it just wasn't something
I could control, you know?

(chuckles wryly)

That's how I felt about you, Franky...

once.

Then please...

(hushed) please let me use that phone.

(sighs)

(emotionally) If you won't
fuck off, I'm leaving.

- WOMAN: (over PA) Attention, compound.
- (door opening)

- Attention, compound.
- Morning.

- The canteen is now open...
- Appreciate you coming in.

- I hope I can help.
- (sighing) Now...

Now it says here you had counselling
sessions with Mr Jackson. Why?

Governor Bennett made it a
condition of his return to work.

After he was suspended
for a positive drug test?

- Mmm, yes.
- So in your professional opinion,

was Jackson...

resentful of the Acting Deputy?

Would he be likely to fabricate
allegations against him?

I can't disclose what was
confidentially discussed

- in those sessions.
- So that's a yes?

I think you're putting
words in my mouth.

In the absence of your own.

Come on, Ms Westfall.

Just give me something here.

Well... (laughs)

What I can tell you is
that Mr Jackson's only anger

was directed towards himself for having

made the mistake for taking drugs.

So the allegations?

He must believe he
had sufficient grounds.

And what about you? Did you ever
have any knowledge or suspicion

that Mr Stewart was supplying
drugs to the prisoners?

None whatsoever, no.

- (door beeps unlocked)
- WILL: Stewart's not gonna last.

The regional manager's
here. He's investigating.

(chuckles wryly)
Think he'll get to the truth?

Well, he should. He's a tough prick.

Hope he nails his arse to the wall.

I don't have your faith in the system.

Call me a radical feminist sceptic.

- Oh, I've called you worse.
- (chuckles) I remember.

If this doesn't work,
you've got no moves left.

(sighing) Yeah.

Franky?

Two minutes. I'll wait outside.

Thank you.

- No problem.
- (gentle music)

- Oh, please pick up! Please pick up!
- (ringing tone)

- (phone clicks)
- BRIDGET: Hello?

Gidget, it's me.

- How did you get through...
- Hey, I'll explain later.

- I've only got two minutes.
- Franky...

Look, I know you don't
want to talk to me.

- I'm just desperate for your help.
- (door beeps unlocked)

(sighs)

- (door closing)
- There she is.

(hushed) Thanks for coming in.

I wish I could say no.

So, um...?

What was it on the phone
you couldn't talk about?

- You remember that new prisoner, Iman?
- Mm-hmm.

So I'm helping her with
some legal advocacy stuff

and I find out she's got a social
media connection to Mike Pennisi.

- "The" Mike Pennisi?
- How is that a coincidence?

- That's a mother of a coincidence.
- (laughs)

Now, I know it's a long shot,

but I reckon it's worth
looking into her background.

Yeah. That's what I said
on the phone, Franky.

It's a job for your lawyer.

That's the name of her therapist.

I want you to talk to her.

I just want to know if Iman
knew Pennisi. That's it.

- No confidential shit.
- I don't know this woman.

If I start asking questions
about one of her clients,

she could report me to the Psych Board.

Just explain to her that
you've got a client in prison

for a murder she didn't commit.

If you were a client, I
wouldn't be sitting here.

(hushed) Please, Gidge.

It's my only lead.

It could be the difference between
freedom and 20 years in here.

(whispered) Okay.

(music ends)

- (whooshing flourish)
- (lights flicking and buzzing on)

(throbbing and wailing
music intensifying)

(music ends)

(sighs)

Hey.

- (Sonia sighs)
- You're missing dinner.

I'm not hungry.

I heard you got a date
for your committal hearing.

Ah, the prison grapevine.

If only the NBN was as fast.

Well, I'm here as your peer
worker, if you'd like to chat.

I'd have hoped you'd be
here as my friend, Liz.

Yeah, well, you know, that...
that's... (chuckling) that too.

You're the only real friend
I have in here, you know.

Can't imagine why the Governor
saw fit to put me in here with Kaz

and her gang of nutcrackers.

(sighs deeply)

Well, why don't I make us a cup of
tea? Do you want a Fruitilicious?

No. I think I need
something a little harder.

(ominous undertone)

(Sonia sighs)

A new delivery of my special shampoo.

Take a seat.

No, no, no, no. None...
none for me, thanks. Thanks.

- Oh, come on. One won't hurt.
- (echoing drum beat)

No, Sonia, I'm... I'm not
much of a drinker these days.

18 years old, smoky.

(sniffs) Like a cigarette.

Oh, sweet Jesus!

Oh, for God's sake, Liz,

stop standing there like
a statue and sit down.

I do feel like a chat.

You're not drinking, Liz. Well,
just have a little sip. It's sublime.

Hey, you know, you know the
obsessive cop that you told us about,

- will he be at the committal hearing?
- I told you, he's gone.

Yeah, but when you say "gone", I
mean what do you... what do you mean?

Gone.

No, no, I'm... still fine.

(scoffing) Oh!

Well, I'm gonna go to bed then if
you're not going to drink with me.

Actually, it's just as well
because the more I drink,

the more I tend to
shoot off at the mouth.

Well, no, don't...

Well... if...

Fuck it! I'll just...

(ominous undertone intensifying)

Oh!

(chuckles)

(exhales)

Oh.

(coughs and sniffs) Mmm.

That is, um...

- That's smoky.
- Yeah.

How... how can you be sure

that that cop won't turn up?

(chuckles)

Because...

(hushed) I killed him.

Y... you... you did?

Yeah.

How?

Well, if you really
want the gory details?

Yes.

Well...

I had to drug him first, of
course. Quite a big fellow.

And then I

drove him to a little secluded
lake I know in South Gippsland.

It's quite lovely. It's the
middle of nowhere. It's beautiful.

And I simply pushed him out of
the car onto a tarp. Very easy.

I bludgeoned him into
unconsciousness with a tree branch.

Not so easy.

And I simply rolled his
body in a weighted-down tarp

and pushed him off the
jetty into the water. Done!

(Liz sobs)

(panting)

(retches and vomits)

(whimpering)

(sobbing)

(whooshing flourish)

- (music ends)
- (warped fluttering)

(knocking on door)

Excuse me, Governor, I've got

- Liz Birdsworth to see you.
- Yeah, for God's sake! Linda,

not now. I have got enough on my plate

- without... Yeah.
- She's quite distressed.

She said it's a matter
of life and death.

- Okay, what's it about?
- I dunno.

Was I supposed to ask?

No, great to see you using
your initiative. Send her in.

- She'll see you now.
- (sighs) Right.

Okay, I've got limited time,
Liz. What's the problem?

- It's... it's Sonia.
- (door closing)

Last night she confessed to killing
Don... D... Detective Kaplan.

- Oh, Liz.
- I knew she did it and I told you.

But hearing her actual confession,
fuck, that was something else.

And she went into all the
friggin' details, too. Poor Don!

- Liz, I don't know what to do.
- You have to get

the police involved, Ms Bennett.

You gotta get 'em in here now

and I'll sign the statement.
I'll make a statement.

Do you really want to go
down that rabbit hole again?

What's the rabbit... rabbit hole?
What the he... What do you mean?

Claiming that Sonia

confessed another murder
to you. Given the last time,

you don't think you might
have some credibility issues?

No, no, no, don't say that,
please. Don't say that.

Oh, Liz! Okay. Liz.

- Liz? Okay.
- Mmm.

I know you're concerned

- about Detective Kaplan.
- Yeah, I am.

You might just be creating
more trouble for yourself.

(hushed) Yeah, right.

(breathing deeply)

So fuckin' up the first
time has bit me on the arse.

That's what you're saying.

(sniffs)

I knew she did it.

- (grinding and hammering)
- BOOMER: Okay... Watch it!

(Boomer giving indistinct directions)

Hey, boss?

Can I go to the toilet?

(urgent music)

Hold it right there.

I said, hold your frickin' horses, Novak.

What? I thought you didn't
want us to waste time.

- Step away from the bench.
- What is this?

Right, this is quality
control, all right?

(music darkens)

What the fuck!

Where are the friggin'
planter boxes, Goldfish?

What, aren't they in there?

Oh, fuck, sorry! I... I must have...

Where's Franky?

(piercing ominous undertone)

(drum beat flourish)

BOOMER: Franky?!

(undertone quells momentarily)

(clattering)

_

What the fuck are you doin'?

- I was goin' to the pisser.
- Oh yeah, right.

You missed the pisser
'cause it's back there, eh?

- Oh!
- And why'd you bring the boxes with ya?

They were just in my hands. I'm just...

Get 'em back out there.

- Can I just, um...
- Now!

All right!

You're the boss. And lovin' it!

(music ends)

Were neither of you paying
attention at the briefing?

We got our first delivery
goin' out next week.

I don't want anyone...

(emotionally) cockin' that up for us.

- Okay?
- Yep.

I think it's best if
you find a new work unit.

I can think of plenty of women

who'll show the kind of
commitment we require here.

Sonia, we're sorry.

We stuffed up but it won't
happen again. I guarantee it.

You're right, it won't
happen again. You're out.

- What?
- Aren't you forgetting that

I saved this entire project?

I could just as easily unsave it.

What do you think, Susan?

Do we let them stay?

I guess.

What's goin' on, Franky?

I'm just trying to help
Iman with her defence.

Nuh. Don't give me that
acting dumb stuff, all right?

I know you're not stupid. You
and Allie are up to sumpin'.

What happened with the boxes
was a mistake, Booms. I'm sorry.

- Don't you bullshit me.
- Come on, Booms!

You're my number one. You know that.

- Yeah, I'm your number one? Am I?
- Yeah! Yes!

Okay, so how come you
spend all your time

hanging out with Goldilocks then?

Oh, what's it to you? You turned
into a lezzo or something, have ya?

Come... come here.

- No.
- Come here.

Look, I just feel sorry for her
'cause of what happened with Red, okay?

- Come here. I've neglected ya.
- Yeah.

- Yes.
- Yeah, you have.

- Yeah.
- I've missed ya.

I'm sorry.

Look, this charge is doin' my head in.

And I gotta find a
way to beat it, Booms,

or I'm gonna end up dead.

MAN: (over PA) Attention, compound.
Attention, compound.

- Count will commence in ten minutes.
- You know... (chuckles)

this is the first time in my whole life

that I... I've...

I've been good at sumpin',

- Mmm.
- except for breaking heads, you know?

- And you're ace at that.
- No, I'm serious.

All right? Someone has seen
something that's smart in me.

Not just a bonehead bruiser.

- I didn't mean that.
- Listen!

I've been given
responsibility and for once...

for once, I feel special.

Yeah? Like... like people
are actually looking up to me.

That's awesome, Booms.

I'm happy for ya.

So I'm just saying, don't
screw that up for me, okay?

(exhales, hushed) Fuck!

(banging on door)

Did you forget your key again?

- Where's Jake?
- (menacing music)

Oh, I'm afraid Jake's
not home at the moment,

- so you can call back another time.
- Yeah.

Get... get out of my house!

- Where is he?
- I told you, he's not here.

If you don't leave now,
I will call the police.

Jake!

Ah, shit! No, you don't. Hey!

- VERA: What the fuck?
- Nuh!

- Get off! Oh!
- Bitch! Hey!

Listen here, me and
Jakey had a fuckin' deal!

If he wants to renege,

you tell him he still
owes me that fuckin' money.

- Let me go.
- No, no, you tell him Turk said,

pay up or he's a fucking dead man!

(Vera gasping)

(breathing heavily)

(door slams)

Oh!

(music ends)

JAKE: Vera?

Vera?

Hey.

You okay?

I had a visit from a man called...

- Turk. I don't think he was Turkish.
- Oh, fuck.

He didn't hurt you, did he?

- Thank God. If that fucking mongrel...
- Um, he said to tell you

that if you don't pay up,

you're a dead man.

Fuck me. Vera, I am so sorry.

Mm-mm, so then I started thinking
about what Will had been saying.

(sighs)

- That man is a drug dealer, isn't he?
- No.

God, Vera, no. You've got
this all wrong. He's a...

(sighs)

Look, you're probably right. I...
I think he might be a criminal,

but I didn't know it at
the time. It's not drugs.

He...

(sighing) I...

I needed money fast,
for the micro-brewery

and... and... and...

(sighs) he's a... a dodgy loan shark.

He is, trust me.

I don't...

I don't know if I believe you.

Well, I...

I can't tell you what to believe.

Mm.

I can only tell you the truth.

And it is the truth.

So why don't you pay him back?

Well, when the first one fell over
I was hoping to get another one,

like, fast, and... (sighs)

(hushed) Vera, I am so sorry.

Well, how did he even find you?
Did you give him this address?

No! Of course I didn't give
him this address. He's...

he, the guy's connected.

Please, Vera, you have to believe me.

I am sorry, Vera. I will sort this out.

- Okay? I'll fix this, I promise.
- (sobbing)

(sniffling and whimpering)

- Oh.
- (sobbing)

I really care about you, Vera.

(pulsating dramatic music)

You motherfucker!

I told you I had a problem at work!

You do not come to my fucking house!

(laughing) You need
to settle, Jakey boy.

- Your nuts'll explode.
- She's the fuckin' Governor, ya mong!

That's your problem.

Mate, you been smoking
too much of your own shit.

Take your fuckin' money.

Our little arrangement is over. I'm out.

And don't you ever come near her again!

She has got you all jizzed up,
hasn't she? So touching. (laughing)

See... the thing is, I'd
be crazy to turn my back

on such a lucrative
customer base as Wentworth.

See, those captive
markets are hard to find.

Now, I may be a little
mad, but I'm not crazy.

And you will be out
when I say you're out.

Otherwise, you'll end
up in a fucking box.

- So, what's it gonna be, huh?
- (clicking)

- Fuckin' kill me if you want to.
- Hmm.

I'm out.

Ah!

(laughs)

(clicks)

(laughs)

Ah, yeah, prick!

(flicks lighter closed)

(slowly whooshing flourish)

(music ends)

You wanted to see me, sir?

Ah, yeah, mate. Grab a seat.

Just an informal chat
to bring you up to speed.

How's the investigation going?

Well, it seems like we got
a corrupt officer in the mix.

Any idea who it is?

Well, Mr Jackson, he held a
little, um, sting operation.

Identified a hygiene services
worker as a possible conduit.

- Right!
- Yeah, so we interviewed her

and, uh, she rolled over, and
admitted there was an aborted

attempt to bring the drugs into
the prison on the day of the sting.

Okay. Why aborted?

Oh, she was tipped off.

Got a phone call an hour
prior to the supposed delivery.

- We got the number.
- Right.

- So you know it wasn't mine.
- No. No.

No. In fact, it was a dead
end. Didn't match anyone here.

What's called a burner mobile.

Yeah, like a... an
unregistered pre-paid.

Bingo. You're catching on.

Interesting.

So I saved the number.

(uneasy undertone)

(mobile vibrates)

(mobile continues to vibrate)

(vibrations and music intensifying)

- (mobile vibrates)
- Well, well! Blow me down.

(vibrations continue then cease)

Fact is, son,

there were whispers about you,

back in your old Walford days.

But you shot through
before the shit hit the fan.

So there we have it.

I'd say you're royally fucked.

Are you gonna have me arrested?

No.

(music ends)

I'm gonna make you an offer.

One you'd be stupid to refuse.

(jaunty music with drums)

You can continue on with
your business, uninterrupted.

But I want a 20% cut of the profits.

(music ends)

_

I could get used to
this, seein' ya every day.

I could never get used to
it, not after what we had.

But maybe I won't have to.

What, you found something?

Zoe Taylor ran a group counselling
course for people who suffer

- from post-traumatic stress disorder.
- All right.

Iman attended that course,

"dealing with war-related,
refugee trauma,"

- is how Zoe put it.
- So nothing to do with Pennisi?

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Pennisi attended the same sessions

- for burns trauma.
- Holy shit!

Mm. They both attended for
a period of about 18 months.

Oh, they knew each other all right.

Iman lied to me.

Mm-hmm.

- (sighs)
- (door beeps unlocked)

Thanks.

I just saw Stewart come out
of a meeting with Channing.

- And?
- He looked sick.

- I think he's gone.
- Here's hoping.

(door beeps unlocked)

Why are you still here?

- You're fighting a losing battle.
- WOMAN: (over PA) Attention, compound.

Attention, compound. The
canteen is now open for C Block.

(echoing drum beat flourish)

(intriguing music)

Fuck!

- (echoing drum beat flourish)
- What are you doing in my cell?

You stole this from me!

And you lied to me about
Pennisi. You did know him.

Yeah, I knew him.

So stop fuckin' lying

- and tell me what you knew about him.
- (whooshing and ringing flourish)

- (whooshing flourish)
- (Franky gasps)

- (frenetic music)
- Ho! Ha! No!

- Argh! Argh!
- Argh!

Argh!

- Yeaww!
- Argh!

Argh! Argh!

(both exhaling sharply and grunting)

- Argh!
- (both breathing heavily)

Argh!

Argh!

- (Franky exclaims)
- You took him away from me.

- (whooshing flourish)
- The only good thing I ever had.

- Yaah!
- Yaah!

- Argh!
- Ugh!

(both breathing heavily and grunting)

What are you talking about?!

- (whooshing flourish)
- (echoing incoherent screaming)

When he couldn't find work,
when he couldn't leave his house.

(echoing incoherent screaming)

- You were his girlfriend?!
- He was obsessed with you!

(echoing incoherent screaming)

He even had a shrine to
you all over the wall.

(echoing) You don't touch this!

- Ugh! Get off!
- Aagh! Get off!

(drum beat flourish)

- (whooshing whipping flourish)
- (Iman screams)

Argh!

(both struggling and breathing heavily)

- You destroyed us!
- (echoing) Don't touch any of this!

Mike is dead because of you.

- I didn't kill Mike!
- No.

(echoing) Mike?

I did!

Argh!

(Franky exclaiming)

- Oh!
- (echoing) No!

Yaah! (panting)

- Dah!
- (echoing crying)

- Argh!
- Argh!

- (crying)
- (echoing crying)

Don't do this!

(frenetic drum beats)

- It's the only reason I'm here.
- (Franky struggling)

(Iman screams)

(exhales)

(both screaming)

- Arrrrgh!
- (muffled) Argh!

- FRANKY: Ah! (gasps)
- (muffled scream from Iman)

(grating whooshing flourish)

(muffled screams)

(Iman struggling and panting)

Argh! (moans)

(Iman moaning)

- (whooshing flourish)
- (Iman moans)

- (bones cracking)
- (shivers) Ah!

- (Iman panting)
- (Franky gasps)

(Iman gasps)

It was her.

- She killed Pennisi!
- So I heard.

- She could tell them it wasn't you.
- (Iman breathing heavily)

But she won't be telling them anything.

- (whooshing flourish)
- (bones cracking)

(music quells)

- (ominous undertone)
- (Franky gasps)

(Franky exhales and gasps)

(gasping)

(breathes slowly)

(breathes sharply)

(breathes slowly)

(gasps)

(breathes sharply)

(music ends)

So, Francesca, you're claiming
this one was self-defence?

- No.
- It wasn't self-defence?

No. I fought Iman after
she attacked me with a shiv,

but I didn't kill
her. That was Ferguson!

- Joan Ferguson?
- Yes! Just check the CCTV.

You can see her going into the cell.

I think my client has been
quite clear about this.

- Can we move on, please?
- Why did Iman attack you?

- Iman was Mike Pennisi's girlfriend.
- Isn't that the guy you killed?

- I didn't fuckin' kill him.
- You're yet to prove those charges,

Detective.

He was stalking me.

He had a shrine of pictures
that he'd taken of me,

all over his wall. She
got jealous, she shot him.

With your gun?

- A gun I'd previously handled.
- Yeah.

So how did she get this
previously handled gun?

He saw me dump it and he took it home.

(scoffs)

- That's an interesting story.
- I said he was stalking me!

Well, it's just strange, isn't
it, that no one we questioned,

friends, family, neighbours,

no one mentioned that
Pennisi had a girlfriend?

I'd be surprised, with a face like that.

Basically, he was a recluse.

There was no shrine, Francesca.

Didn't exist.

FERGUSON: Well, I returned
to my unit and, uh,

I heard a... a commotion
from an adjoining cell.

What sort of commotion?

It sounded like a fight. Struggle.

A strangled cry.

And what happened then?

Well, I went to Iman's
cell to investigate and I...

I saw Doyle, standing over
Iman's body, on the floor.

And she was dead?

I assumed so, yes.

Another inmate, Tina Mercado,
she arrived at the same time,

and she... she pushed the panic button.

She'll be able to verify the, uh...

- the accuracy of my statement.
- Mm.

(tense music)

FRANKY: Fuck off!

I didn't do it, so fuck off!

- I didn't fucking do it!
- Oi, come on!

(Franky exhales sharply and grunts)

FRANKY: (muffled)
I didn't fuckin' kill Iman!

- Ferguson did it!
- (cell door sliding and clanging)

You know it was Ferguson!

- MILES: Jesus Christ, Doyle, calm down.
- God, you know what she's capable of!

- Get in there!
- Fuck!

(echoing) You know
what she's capable of!

You know she did!

She's outta control!

She's a freak!

(exhales)

CHANNING: What sort of a
shithouse is Vera running here?

Those bitches are out of control.

I can't believe Doyle would
do something like this, sir.

Well, that's up to
the police to sort out.

I've completed my investigation.

That's great. So, ah, what are
you going to do about Mr Stewart?

I found no evidence to support

- any wrong-doing by Mr Stewart.
- Wait,

you're kidding me, right?

What about the hygiene services woman?

Well, she couldn't identify any
of our officers as being involved.

So what, he gets off scot-free?

Will, look, I understand
in view of your...

accusations, it might be awkward for you

to remain under Jake as Deputy.

So you going to transfer him?

No.

I was suggesting that you might

want to consider a transfer.

If it helps, I'd be more than
happy to fast-track it for you.

I'll save you the trouble.

- I'll resign.
- (ominous undertone)

(music ends)

Fuck the lot of them!

You can't resign. That...
that just lets them win.

It's... it's pointless.

(sighs)

I actually used to believe
in this shit, you know?

The... the system, justice being
served, but there is no justice.

And the system, it protects
the corrupt bastards!

God, you sound like me.

You wanna join the Red Right Hand?

Oh, you know what? Maybe
you were right all along,

because in your view of the world,
the right people got punished.

And I wound up here.

Yeah, but you're not propping
up a steaming turd. I've...

- fuckin' had it!
- Listen, Will, you cannot resign.

Whoa, shit!

Fuck, I know you're
angry and disillusioned

and at the end of your
tether right now, but with

Stewart as Deputy Governor,

and Ferguson as Top Dog,

the women need you now more than ever!

They can find another mug,
okay? 'Cause it's fuckin' futile!

I need you.

Will, look at me.

I need to know

that there is at least one good guy

on the other side of those bars.

(whooshing flourish)

- (rushing warping flourish)
- _

Hey, Tina!

You know the screws reckon
Doyle snapped Iman's neck.

Yeah, Franky's fuckin' psycho!

- Fuckin' mouth, ya silly cow!
- Hey, listen up! Everybody, shut up!

Don't listen to bullshit rumours, okay?

Franky didn't do this, I swear to God.

- Oh, yeah, then who did, huh?
- Yeah?

I don't fucking know. Maybe you did!

- HUTCHINS: You're fuckin' nuts!
- ALLIE: Maybe she fuckin' did!

- Who killed Iman?
- Yeah, well stop spreading bullshit

- rumours about Franky.
- Don't fuckin' touch me!

(twanging music with drums)

(scoffing)

Things are spinning out of
control. Can you feel it?

(sighs)

CHANNING: Vera, your management
is in a bit of a state.

Drugs, assaults, murders.

I'm gonna have to sideline you.

And I'm gonna assume the
role of Acting Governor.

(sombre music)

(keys jangling)

Francesca Doyle.

I'm here to formally charge you
with the murder of Iman Farah.

I must inform you that you do
not have to say or do anything,

but anything you say or do
may be given in evidence.

(door opening)

Doyle's saying you killed Iman.

- Fuck, Joan. Why?
- (music becoming ominous)

It had the desired effect.

- Vera being sidelined?
- (drum beats added to music)

Everything is moving according to plan.

All that remains

is for me to deliver the coup de grâce.

(whooshing flourish)

(echoing drum beat flourish)

(whooshing flourish)

(music ends)

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