All language subtitles for Wentworth S05 E07 - The Pact

MERCADO: Home delivery.

Caramel milkshake.
Ah-la-la-la-la.

You stay the fuck away from me.

If anyone has an issue
with the way I run things,

now's your chance to spit it out.

- (cable ties zip)
- Arrrgh!

- (inmates gasp)
- Oh, shit!

(sighs)

(gasps) Oh, fuck! Oh!

Ferguson took out the
trash when Kaz couldn't.

CHANG: Yeah, fuck Kaz!

- INMATES: Top Dog!
- FRANKY: Get off!

- LIZ: Yeah.
- Top Dog!

Top Dog!

Top Dog! Top Dog! Top Dog!

(fading out) Top Dog!

(footsteps echoing)

♪ 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 ♪

If this was an isolated incident
I might be able to understand...

but Smith has been murdered,

Stevens bashed so
badly she can't walk,

and now a prisoner has
had their tongue cut out,

right under our noses without
anybody, not one of you,

noticing anything.
How is that possible?!

Clearly the attack on Gambaro
was Ferguson's handiwork.

Now that she is Top Dog we
have to be twice as vigilant.

This is just a taste of
what she is capable of.

(tittering)

Oh, if only the Department
found it so amusing.

One more serious incident,
heads will roll.

And it won't be mine.

Get back to work, and take
down the fucking decorations!

- Bring Ferguson to my office.
- Okay.

(steam press whooshing)

Well, I hope Kaz is fuckin' happy.

We warned her if she didn't
bash Juice someone else would've.

- Yeah.
- Yeah, well bashin's

one thing but that tongue...

- Yeah.
- Oh, I can't get that image

- out of my head.
- Nuh.

Can they sew a tongue
back on, do you reckon?

Sh-sh-sh-sh, she's looking.

What's Tina's problem?

Nah, you'll need to be more specific.

She won't sell me any more gear.

Well, I told her not to.

Why?

You junkies have such a tenuous
understanding of cause and affect.

I seem to recall that you attacked
me with a billiard ball in a sock.

Does that ring a bell?

(steam press whooshing)

(trolley wheels rattling)

What was that about?

Nothing.

Didn't look like nuffin'.

Nothing for you to worry about.

(steam press whooshes)

I reckon she's back on the drugs.

Oh, look we don't know
that for sure, love.

She gave the Freak her
dessert, that's fucked.

- DOREEN: How can she even look at her?
- BOOMER: I dunno.

- LIZ: Mmm...
- (Boomer chuckles wryly)

- God, I dunno.
- Hey, Allie?

- What's going on?
- Ah...

we just... we're just havin' a bit
of a family conference, that's all.

- About...?
- Well, come and...

come and have a chat with us.
Come on.

There you go.

What's up?

How are you going, love?
Are you... you okay?

Yeah, good. Why?

You're not your normal self, Allie.

What... what are you
doin' back on the gear?

- Like after everything that Bea
- Oh...

- done for ya.
- geez, Booms, you're like a

- bloody sledgehammer.
- Eh? Well...

We're just trying to
understand what's going on,

- that's all.
- LIZ: Mm-hm.

Just lookin' out for ya, love.

Bea would've hated seein' you back on

- on the gear.
- Don't tell me what Bea would've hated!

I fucking know better than any of you!

- We're not saying you don't know, Al.
- Then stop pointing the finger!

I haven't forgotten her, okay.

I never will.

Thanks for the family ambush!

(door closes)

Clearly she doesn't want our help.

LIZ: Yeah, but she's
still part of our family.

DOREEN: I don't know how
she can suck up to the Freak.

BOOMER:
It's 'cause she's a junkie, eh?

(door beeps unlocked)

(door closes)

A tongue in a box.
What the fuck, Joan?!

Just stop your whining.
Our plan is working.

Let's just focus now
on making you Governor.

Vera's job is hanging by a thread.

We only need to give
things a little push.

Just keep your drugs
coming thick and fast.

- It's only a matter of time.
- (door beeps unlocked)

(knocking)

I've got Ferguson for you, Governor.

Don't sit.

That'll be all, Mr. Stewart.

(door closes)

So, is this the meeting where we
plan how we're gonna work together,

- for the benefit of the women?
- No.

This is the one where I
suspend all your privileges.

On what grounds?

I know it was you.

(inhales)

What's the legal expression?

It's um, it's on the tip of my tongue.

(clicks mouth)

Burden of proof?

Take it up with the Ombudsman.

If you try anything...

I will have you slotted...

indefinitely.

You're on notice. Mr. Stewart?!

(door opens)

Get her out of here.

(door closes)

(inhales shakily)

(door beeps unlocked)

I'll take her back, nurse.

Okay. Sure.

- Thank you.
- Thanks.

- How's the arm?
- Getting there.

(exhales deeply)

She is going to tear those
women to shreds, piece by piece,

(hushed) and I feel sick about it.

Well, I did try to warn you.

She would have become Top Dog
no matter what I did.

Then do something about it.

Like what?
The women are frozen in fear.

Kaz...

- win them over.
- What do you suggest?

Okay, sign up for peer worker.

Now, that's a start.

Put your principle into good use.

Not the worst idea I've ever heard.

Do you think you can help me get
to the bottom of the drug supply?

(sighs)

How?

Well, Ferguson's propped
up by the dealers...

we get rid of the drugs,
kills two birds.

There is an officer involved,
I'm telling you.

- There is a fucking officer involved.
- There's no officer, okay?

It'll be a contract in
the laundry or the kitchen.

Okay, prove it.

(sighs quietly)

So, she was trollin' ya?

Yeah, definitely.
You have no idea.

So what, then you found out where
she lived and you bashed her?

She asked for it. It was
hateful shit she was posting.

So, it's mitigating circumstances.

- FRANKY: Mmm...
- VERA: Farah?

I'd like a word with Doyle, alone please.

Ms. Bennett.

(door closes)

How's your case coming?

- FRANKY: It's not mine, it's Iman's.
- Hmm.

Might be an argument
for a reduced sentence.

VERA: (hushed) Okay.

I've always admired that about you...

your willingness to
help the other women,

despite what's going
on in your own life.

Well, that's me, patron
saint of lost causes.

(inhales)

You know, there's a way
you could really help them.

Take down Ferguson.

I'd rather keep my tongue,

- for obvious reasons.
- Oh, so it was her?

Well, anyone with half
a brain can see that,

why haven't you shifted her
off to the nuthouse yet?

Because the people with half a brain

don't have the evidence to prove it.

So, you want me to fix
your problem for you?

Ah, it's not just my problem.

She's making life hell for
everyone, including your friends.

Nah, well you can tell Proctor.
She's all about the women.

You are the only one
who can take on Ferguson.

The women will rally around you.

You're not draggin' me back in.

What do you want?

I need to see Ferguson.

Wouldn't advise it.

What is it?

Can you tell Tina it's okay, please?

I feel I'm having déjà vu.

I've got cash, how much do you want?

Here, I've got it with me.
I'll pay you whatever you want.

- How much?
- I wish it were that simple.

(hushed) Oh, fuck!

What do you want? What do
you want? You want me to beg?

You want me to beg in front of
everyone? Okay, fine. I'm begging you.

- I'm begging you. Please!
- INMATE 1: Fucking junkie.

- Please, please, I need it.
- INMATE 2: Loser.

- Please! Please! Please!
- Get...

Please, I need it! Please!
(inmates laughing)

You know, as entertaining as
it might be to watch you grovel,

the problem is one of supply and demand.

Product is scarce, prices skyrocketing.

Well, go to my cell then,
take whatever you want.

You can have whatever you want.

I doubt that you would have
anything of value to offer.

Get her out!

(Allie sighs) Okay, I'm going.

(rustling of money)

I might check it out.

See what you got.

- One, two, three, four...
- (knocking)

Oh, Allie.

You guys were right before about Bea.

Oh no, love, look I think we
all got a little bit worked up.

- (Liz sighs)
- (hushed) Here.

You should have this, not me.

I'm shit at being her widow.

(chuckles disbelievingly)

- Allie, this is... this is yours.
- I don't deserve it.

- (hushed) I didn't deserve her.
- No, no, no, hey, hey...

Lovey, that is not true.

Liz, please keep this safe.

No matter what.

Allie...

(magpie cawing)

(wind whistling)

- (magpie cawing)
- Hey.

- Hey there.
- Hey.

Jesus Christ, it's a
bloody barrel of laughs

- out here, ain't it?
- I know, yeah.

Look at that.

LIZ: I can't believe the
boys are siding with Ferguson

after what she did.

Doesn't look like they've
got much choice to me.

Probably scared to death,
like the rest of us.

Oh, well boo-fuckin'-hoo.

Nah, if Kaz had let me bash Lucy
none of this would've happened, eh?

Ooh, now, Susan, violence
isn't the answer to everything.

Yeah, that's what people
who can't fight always say.

Always.

- SONIA: Always?
- BOOMER: (chuckling) Always.

- D.
- Eh.

Ferguson's got everyone
walkin' on eggshells.

- Can you do somethin' for me?
- Oh, I'm not takin' on Ferguson.

Were you thinkin' about it?

Nah, everyone else is.

You know we'd be right
behind you if you did.

What'd you wanna ask me?

Can you have a chat to Allie?

About what?

We tried an intervention and
it didn't go down very well.

Oh, well there's a surprise.

I'm worried about her.

I'm worried she's gonna OD
or top herself or something.

What?

She gave me Bea's sketchbook.

- Yeah?
- It's the last thing in the world

- she'd wanna give away.
- Ah.

She sounded like she was
goin' away and not comin' back.

Oh shit, Liz, I'm not
a grieve councillor.

I know, love, I know, but...

just have a word to her and

make sure she's not
gonna do anything stupid.

Yeah, sure.

You know junkies,
they'll tell you anything.

Yeah. Thanks, love.

Oi.

You got a minute?

Sure.

Liz is freakin' out. She's
seriously worried about ya.

(sighs) Oh, well she shouldn't be.

She reckons you're tryin'
to score drugs off Ferguson.

(scoffs)

I'm not.

Where's the stash... hmm?

Is it here somewhere?

- Ah-huh. In here?
- What the fuck are you doing, Franky?!

- Look out. Don't... Fuck off!
- Don't Franky! Fuck! Get off!

(sighs)

Give it back.

You've got enough fuckin' shit here

- to kill a horse!
- Give it back.

- Give it to me! Please!
- Back off or I'll flush it!

- No, please, please don't.
- I'm gonna flush it.

Please, you don't understand.
I need it!

- Poor Red.
- I really need... Oh, fuck you, Franky!

You don't know anything about
us. You weren't even here!

I know she didn't die so you could
become a fuckin' junkie again!

- GUARD: Come on, get a move on.
- (sighs exasperatedly) Okay...

- (hushed) Okay.
- You're gonna be late for your meeting

with the Doc.

I'm clean.

- I have been since Bea. I am!
- Bullshit!

(sighs)

I've been stockpiling.

I just need one more hit and I'm ready.

For what?!

Ferguson.

I'm gonna hotshot the bitch.

Fuck no!

Don't go down the same rabbit hole
as Red did. Look where that got her.

I'm willing to take that risk.

What and you think Ferguson's
just gonna stand there

while you stick her with a needle?

I'll find a way.

Forget it!

Now, you flush it!

Ferguson is a fuckin' spider.

She's got eyes in the back of her head.

Now, you flush the shit or I will.

(hushed) Fine.

(door unlocking outside)

(toilet flushing)

You were never gonna get that close

- to her.
- (sighs)

(Franky sighs deeply)

What do you want?

I need more of everything.

Already?

What, you think I sit on my
arse all day like all you bosses?

You'll have to wait.
Bin delivery's next week.

Next week? I have customers.

- You organize an extra delivery.
- Yeah, and wave a big red flag.

Or maybe I need a supplier
with bigger balls.

Or maybe you need a week
in the slot to chill out.

Let's make money...

not war. Okay?

I have an idea.

Yeah, Turk, it's me.

I need another bin drop. Urgent.

Cheers.

SONIA: This has the potential

to put Wentworth at the
forefront of vocational training

- in the prison system.
- Stevens, I admire your enthusiasm,

but I don't think we have the resources

- to expand this project.
- Well, money's not a problem.

I have already lined up a very
generous benefactor.

And why are they interested
in funding such an enterprise?

Pure philanthropy,

because this project has the potential
to capture the hearts and minds

of the women. To give them a truly
meaningful purpose in their lives.

Is Ferguson behind this?

Certainly not,

and I'm not seeking her approval.

Only yours.

(inhales deeply) Well, in principle
I think it's an excellent idea,

but I will need the approval
of the Regional Manager

if we want to expand it into
a fully fledged industry.

- Can't wait to tell the other women.
- (siren waling)

MILES (on walkie-talkie):
Attention, officers. We have a Code Red

in the H Block exercise
yard. I'll repeat. Code Red.

H Block exercise yard.
Request backup.

- (siren continues waling and chirping)
- (fire roaring)

(fire extinguishers whooshing)

Organize some prisoners
to clean this up.

(siren stops)

What'll they think of next?

This is not a random act of vandalism.

We couldn't identify them from the CCTV.

They had their hoodies pulled
up and their faces covered.

What about if that's how they
were getting the drugs in?

Sanitary Bins?

Well, I've checked all the other
supplies, nothing jumped out.

What if they torched the bins so we'd
have to order urgent replacements?

Yeah, I s'pose it's possible.

Let's test my theory.

(hushed) Fuck!

(exhales)

(plastic rustling)

(gasps quietly)

(laughing)

(flood lights flick off echoing)

(cell door clanging open)

(Elevator dings)

Sierra 6 to Sierra 3, they're
coming out of the lift now.

Copy that Sierra 6.

We've spoken about it before,
I don't want to talk about it.

So, that's...

Okay?

I gotta go.

(door closing)

- (door opening)
- Tina!

- Okay, Mercado, that'll do!
- (hushed) Fuck!

Back up, Mercado.

WILL: Take that...

and the shiv.

On your rags, Mr. Jackson?

- Where is it?
- I don't know what the fuck

- you're talking about.
- Where's the fucking gear?!

- This is gonna be awesome!
- We are the ideal team, you and I.

- Yeah, Dream Team.
- Because we have absolutely nothing in

- common. We couldn't be more different.
- Huh.

But like all good partners,
we compliment each other.

Yeah... yeah, like...
like, I like your hair.

- Uh, I do. Yeah. Yeah, see.
- I like your enthusiasm!

Hey. Hey. We're goin' into business!

- Eh!
- Oh!

- You got the green light.
- Well, the Governor's on board.

We just need the approval
of the powers that be.

- Whoo! That's awesome.
- LIZ: That is great news, Booms.

Yeah, we're gonna take over the world.

And, as a matter of fact,
we've got, uh,

a proposition to make to you, Liz,

- haven't we? Mmm.
- Yes. Yes.

We want you to come on board
as our Horticultural Expert.

We need a green thumb.

Oh, I don't know, I don't know...

Come on, do it. Get amongst it.
Get your hands dirty.

VERA: Anderson...

- can I have a word please?
- Yes, Governor.

BOOMER: Oh.

What do ya reckon that is?

Oh, it's probably her
transfer knock-back.

Official paperwork's probably arrived.

- Oh, shit, that doesn't look good.
- Mmm.

Are you all right, lovey?

- Dor, what happened?
- (crying)

- Nothing... everything... I... I'm
- Hey? Dor?

- good... I'm great... I'm... (sighs)
- Wh.. what?

- Guys, I got parole.
- What?!

- I can't believe I got parole.
- What?!

- and I'm getting out tomorrow!
- Yeah!

- (whooping and laughing)
- Tomorrow!

- Can I look?
- Okay.

(All celebrating loudly)

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

Phones are now available for use.

(Voicemail message) Hi, it's Nash.
You know what to do.

(beep)

Hi, Nash, it's me.
Uh, I've got some news.

Oh, some good news.

(laughing) I made parole,

and, oh, it's a bit of a shock but...

they're releasing me
tomorrow, and, uh...

Look, I really, really need
to speak to you, so I'll, um...

I'll try again later, okay?

I love you both.

I heard you got parole.

You okay?

Wh... what would you care?

Is that so hard to believe?

(hushed) Yeah.

I... I've, um...

I felt we had a special bond...

- That's bull shit! I just remind you
- especially after the job supporting...

- of someone else.
- No, no, no, that's not true.

It's not true.

It's not true.

(hushed) Don't you
ever come near me again.

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

Count will commence in ten minutes.

(door beeps unlocked)

Doyle...

count's coming up, time to get home.

(exhales)

This'll never be home, Mr. J.

Fair enough.

(indistinct background chatter)

- How'd you go?
- Empty.

Some arsehole tipped them off.

- Maybe you were wrong about the bins?
- No, there's no chance.

Mercado was there waiting
to pick up the delivery.

So, you caught her
red-handed. Did you slot her?

Only for having a shiv.
Now she won't talk.

Well, at least you
know one thing for sure.

What's that?

There is definitely a dodgy officer.

(cell door clanging)

(keys jangling)

(cell door creaking and banging)

What the fuck just happened?

I just saved your arse
is what just happened.

You let us walk into a shitstorm.

Who do you think
called off the delivery?

What? You could have told me.

There wasn't time.

I heard about the raid and had just
enough time to call the supplier.

So now we are fucked again.

We'll just have to find another way.

(flood lights flicking on)

- Do you reckon we should get Allie? Ah.
- Nah, don't reckon she's up for it.

- Did you have a chance to talk to her?
- Yeah, she's good.

- She's not gonna do anything stupid.
- Oh, thanks, love.

- That's all right. Good on ya.
- Come on you two.

Hey, pressie here

- from Sonia. It's single malt,
- LIZ: Ooh.

- whatever that is. I don't even know.
- OTHERS: Ooh, hello! Ooh!

So, are you excited yet, darlin'?

Oh, it's all going by so fast,

- it's doin' my bloody head in.
- LIZ: Oh.

Do you wanna know what the
best thing about getting out is?

What?

- Not shitting in your own bedroom!
- (laughing)

BOOMER: Ohhh!
(all laughing)

Yeah! I can't wait to
open up my window again.

In your own house,
with Nash and Joshy.

You and Nashy, like, goin' at it,

- like rabbits.
- LIZ: Oh.

- LIZ: Okay, girls. Okay.
- (laughing loudly)

All right, girls.
Okay, come on. Come on.

Now, listen... we're gonna have to
make a toast and I volunteer Franky.

- Oh!
- LIZ: You make the toast.

Why, is someone leavin'?

- (gasps mockingly) Boom!
- (sing-songy) Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-boom-cha!

(Doreen chuckling)

(dramatic sigh)

I love ya, Dors,

we all do,

and this place is way more
bearable with you in it.

But we're gonna forgive
you for leavin' us...

because you belong on the
outside with your other family.

Now, we're gonna miss ya heaps,

but we will never forgive you
if you fuck this chance up!

- No!
- LIZ: Mmmm, no way!

FRANKY: So, ladies, we are all
gonna raise a toast to Dors...

- Get up off your arses.
- LIZ: Come on.

Come on. Come on!

No fuckin' up!

ALL: No fuckin' up!

Dor!

- Woo-oooh!
- Yay!

- (chuckling)
- FRANKY: Love ya, Dors.

(quietly sobbing)

Oh, love...

- what's wrong?
- (crying)

I can't get ahold of Nash.

What, not at all?

I keep gettin' his voicemail.

Well, you try again in the morning.
You'll get hold of him.

I don't even know if he's
gotten the message.

I mean, we haven't even had
a chance to make any plans.

Dor...

you're free...

(breathing shakily)

(tearily) and you have
a family who love you...

and everything is gonna be amazing.

Isn't it?

- (hushed) Yes.
- Yes it is. Yes it is.

(sighs deeply)

(hushed) I love you, Doreen.

(birds twittering)

- (Franky sighs quietly)
- (keys jangling)

Yeah, I can't work out if I'm

- happy or sad. Eh?
- Yeah.

Oh, I think it's all right to be both.

Yeah, then I'm both.

Just remember it's a happy
day for Dor, that's...

Yeah.

- INMATES: Woo!
- LIZ: Well, cooee, here she is!

(all cheering and clapping)

INMATES: Doreen!

INMATE: Woo-hoo, Doreen!

(crying)

(tearily) Oh, sh... oh,
shit, come here you big sook.

(both chuckling and crying)

Oh, you can talk! (chuckling)

I know.

I don't want you to go.

- Well, I do but I don't.
- Yeah.

- Yeah?
- I know. I know. I love ya, Booms.

(crying quietly)

(hushed) Some bitch
has ripped off my cash!

(crying quietly)

FERGUSON: (insincerely) Oh, dear,

and after all you've done for
these women. That's shocking.

Was it a substantial amount?

A fuck--load!

(plane engine decelerating)

Ha!

(door buzzes unlocked)

Hey, I've got a psych
appointment in ten minutes.

All right, come on then.

(inhales deeply) I'm so nervous.

God,

do you remember how
scared and messed up

you were the first day
you came here?

- Yeah.
- Mmm.

Oh...

well, look at you now.

God, you're walkin' out of here a
beautiful, strong, proud woman, Dor.

You know, not many of us can say
that prison made us a better person,

but you can.

Hey?

- You saved me, Liz.
- Oh no, love...

you did that yourself.

(sniffles)

No more tears,

- okay? I love you, darling.
- Thank you.

- DOREEN: Oh. (sighs) Hm.
- God bless.

Time to go, Anderson.

- Okay.
- Don't let me see you back here.

No, not Dor, she got family.

- LIZ: That's right.
- Yeah. (sniffles)

Has anyone seen Franky?

(chair clatters quietly)

(grate clatters opened)

- (metallic echoing)
- (quietly breathing heavily)

INMATES: Doreen, Doreen,

- Doreen, Doreen, Doreen, Doreen,
- Love ya, bye!

Doreen, Doreen, Doreen,
Doreen, Doreen, Doreen,

- Doreen, Doreen, Doreen, Doreen,
- Proud of you, Doreen. Take care.

- Doreen, Doreen,
- I will.

(all cheering)

We love you, Dor. Give
Joshy a little cuddle!

LIZ: Bye! Love ya!

(Echoing) Love ya! Love ya! Love ya!

- (echoing clanging)
- (echoing) Love ya!

(breathing heavily)

(metallic clanging)

(whispered) Ow!

(wind whistling)

(sighs deeply)

(car door opening)

Here we go. Hey, Joshy?

(crying)

DOREEN: (crying and laughing) Joshy!

(Franky sighs and cries)

Oh-ho-ho! Wee! (laughing) Mwah!

(Franky sighs)

(sniffles)

(quietly crying)

(quietly sobbing)

(Doreen laughing)

Doyle's waiting for her
3:00 o'clock appointment.

Oh, I thought she was booked
in for tomorrow. Sorry.

Hey... Ms. Westfall.

Did I stuff up?
I thought we said 3:00.

Sorry I'm late.

Oh no, it's no drama.
It's not like I'm goin' anywhere.

So, what have you stolen this time?

What, you want to check my pockets?

What I want is to stop
having to cover for you.

- What are you doing here?
- (train horn sounds in distance)

Came to see you.

You know you promised me.
You looked me in the eye...

and you promised me. You said,
"I'm not going to try anything anymore."

Yeah, I know.

And I believed you, again!

I'm not doing this anymore, Franky.

Look, I'm doin' it for us.

I won't do it again.

Get out!

- I'm sorry.
- Now!

(door opens)

(door closes)

(inhales) Got enough money now.

So you have.

"Law of supply and demand", you said.

(inhales)

There's your fuckload of cash.

Where's my gear?

(Allie scoffs)

That's ten times the going rate!

- FERGUSON: Ah...
- Tell her to give me my fucking gear!

Now, you've been holding out on me.

- (scoffs)
- You've got something far more valuable

to trade than someone else's money.

- Where did you get that?!
- Ah-ah-ah... eh.

You said that I could have anything
from your cell that I wanted.

Not that.

Warned you the price would be high.

Hmm.

No, please...

don't burn it.

(inhales) No, no, no, I won't.

You will. Come on.

(fan whirs)

You want the drugs, don't you?

Then you will burn it.

Page by page.

Let's go.

(inhales) Wait!

(inhales deeply)

(sighs)

(inhales)

(page rips)

(sniffles)

(whimpers quietly)

(sniffles)

(echoing muted screams)

(crying)

(hushed) Oh...

fuck!

Oh, fuck!

Oh, no! No, no, no!

Oh, shit!

(crying)

(sighing)

(breathing heavily)

(laughs)

(crying)

(sighs deeply)

(muffled and echoing sounds)

- (drips echoing)
- INMATE: Looks.

(Lights flick on automatically)

(shower curtains rustling)

Out, bitch, it's Ferguson's time!

- (Allie groans quietly)
- Come on, get out!

Leave her, she's nothing
to worry about.

(laboured breathing)

Look at you.

(breathing shallowly)

Worthless.

(moans quietly)

Nothing.

- (weakly) Help.
- Look how far you'll go to escape

- your pathetic existence.
- (groans quietly)

FERGUSON: Oh...

do you want to touch me?

(groans quietly)

Do you?

(groans quietly)

- But you're filthy.
- (tap creaks on)

(gasping and crying)

You're a filthy whore.

A little Top Dog whore.

(crying quietly)

- (gasps)
- You're just drawn to strong women,

- aren't you?
- (gasping quietly)

First Kaz and...
then Bea, and now me.

Come on, get clean, huh?

(splutters)

(hushed) You like to fly in our orbit,

- even if you burn your wings.
- (gasping)

(hushed) Little star-fucker!

(Allie exhales)

If only Bea could see us now.

(sighs slowly)

FERGUSON: (gasps)
Arrrgh! Arrrgh!

(Allie gasps and pants)

Ah-huh.

Ugh!

(panting heavily)

(Allie breathing heavily)

Ah! (whimpers)

(gasps)

(thud)

(groans)

ALLIE: Do it!

- Please!
- (breathing heavily)

- Do it!
- You'd like that wouldn't you?

- So you can be with your Queen Bea.
- (crying)

- (breathing heavily)
- (crying) Do it!

Please!

- (breathing heavily)
- (crying)

No.

- (breathing heavily)
- (crying)

There's no easy way out for you.

Ah, help!

(coughing)

(coughing and gasping)

(coughs)

(gasping)

When Bea came to kill me,
I overpowered her too.

(hushed) Hell no.

She threw herself on her own shiv.

She sacrificed herself
so she could be with you.

(laughing mockingly)

But here you are, huh?

(spluttering and coughing)

- The love of your life just...
- (crying and coughing)

(gasps)

- (hushed) died for nothing.
- (crying)

- (gasping and panting)
- (shower curtain rustles)

(exhales)

(inhales deeply)

(forlorn music)

(echoing and muffled thud)

(crying)

(sobbing) Oh, I'm sorry.

(sobbing)

(hushed) So sorry.

(sobbing)

What the hell happened to you?

(sobbing) I was so close.

I had the needle in her
neck but I stuffed it up.

How are you still alive?

(sobbing)

Come here.

- She could've killed me
- Shhh.

but she wouldn't do it.

- I wish she had.
- Shhh. No you don't.

(crying)

She said Bea died for nothing.

- (sobbing)
- Shhh.

(sobbing) I wanna die.

- (sobbing)
- (sighs)

I got up on the roof today,
to check it out.

I felt the breeze on my face.

I could see over the walls,
to the horizon.

There was only one locked door
between me and the outside.

Now, I'm gonna get out...

and I'm gonna find out
who killed Pennisi...

and you're gonna come with me.

What?

Fuck this dying shit!

Now, you need to get out and
you need to live a happy life.

That's the revenge
you get on Ferguson.

Oh, you're serious.

- You're on.
- Hmm.

(echoing thud)