All language subtitles for Wentworth S08 E13 - Enemy of theState

Wentworth is implementing

a new Industries Program.

We're going to trial
a call centre

which will provide market
research to various businesses.

I want to go back into General.

It's not going to happen,
Winter.

His Governorship must be
on thin ice.

Dominic, it's Marie. I want to
make a statement to the police.

We need to speak to one of
your prisoners, Ruby Mitchell.

It relates to the death
of Danny Winter.

So Marie
is after Ruby, not you.

Well, it explains why she's so
keen to get back into General.

Why are there so many officers
in the Protection Unit?

The state's worst offenders
are in there.

We have to find cuts, Will.

Any takers? Who's up?

- What'd we make?
- Eighty bucks.

Man, that's not even
enough for my T.

When was your last shot?

About a month ago.

Your value was in providing evidence

about the Attorney General's
part in the siege.

- Your case died with him.
- What am I looking at?

Life.

Thirty minutes, Winter.

Attention all staff.

We have a Code Black
in the Protection Unit gym.

Immediate assistance required.

Quick, quick, quick, quick.

We're here outside Wentworth Women's Prison

awaiting the arrival of English
hacktivist and whistle-blower

Judy Bryant, who faced
court just a few hours ago.

She is a valiant campaigner for truth.

23-year-old Bryant is the daughter

of British Conservative MP
Ronald Bryant.

Some view Bryant as a hero,

having exposed a controversial
joint US-Australian

government deal to establish
a military base...

Hey,
that's out the front!

Oh, shit, we're on telly! Hey!

Oh, that's that hacker chick.
She's amazing.

Others, the two governments
in particular,

view her as an enemy
of the state.

I'll tell your side.
Geoff Spencer! Judy!

Judy, I'll tell your
story.

Back away.

This way, Bryant.

Stealing and disseminating
government secrets.

That's a new one.

I've done nothing wrong.

Yeah, I know.
You're all innocent in here.

Date of birth?

27th of the 8th, '96.

She's a lot younger
than I imagined.

Don't be fooled
by her appearance.

She was a troublemaker
in the UK as well.

Strictly no contact
with the outside world,

no phone privileges
and no visitors.

Apart from the lawyer.

You know we've had particular
instructions on this one, Will.

So I'm your Peer Worker.

You can ask me any shit you
need to know about being here.

Been here a while, then?

Um...

Well, home sweet home now.

Come on.

- Thank you, Mr. Stewart.
- Hey, hey, Judy, baby! Dynamite!

Hey, hot chocolate!
Love your work.

Yeah, all right, calm your farm.

Looks like you got some groupies
in here already, eh?

So they put you in H1, same as
me. So you'll be right with us.

Yeah? Here we go.

We'll look after you.

Look what I got!
A real-life TV star, eh?

We saw you arrive on the news.

Certainly know how
to make an entrance.

Shit, sorry, this is Allie.
Allie's like our Top Dog,

so what she says goes.

Like in the movies? You
sanction punishments and stuff?

It all goes through you?

Yeah, sort of.

Wow. You're like
the shot caller.

Oh, and this here's Rubes.

Ruby. She's like me mate,

but I'd be careful of her left
hook 'cause it's kinda deadly.

- Shut up.
- Okay.

Well, you can stay here
as long as you like.

Thanks. But it's only temporary.

You don't think
your charges'll stick?

Those arseholes are just
trying to intimidate me

into giving up my sources.

- Yeah, same. Yeah.
- Me too.

- Yeah. All right.
- Welcome to H1.

Right, make way,
bitches. Coming through.

This is shit.

Coming through.

Um, did someone just
throw up in here?

Breakfast stew.

Yeah, like breakfast spew!

- What are these grey things?
- Chop sausages.

Gross.

- Where's the bacon and eggs?
- No more bacon.

Powder eggs, down the end.

This is bullshit.

That's
fucking bullshit!

All right, that's enough!

- Bullshit! Bullshit! Bullshit!
- Shut up,

or you're all be sent
back to your units.

- Smiles.
- Eat it or leave it.

What's the deal?
We can't eat this shit.

What is
this shit, Zheng?

New supplier.

Not our fault!
All precooked.

See? Heat and serve.

- Would you eat that?
- 1 wouldn't even shit that.

But I'm not
a convicted criminal.

So you're just going to ignore
our complaints, is that it?

New world order, Novak.
Now sit down.

Wouldn't feed
this shit to my dog.

- You're not into breakfast spew?
- Fortunately, I'm vegan.

Huh.

Has the food always
been this bad?

It's never been great,

but this is next level.

The prison management switched
suppliers to save money.

The chop sausage.
It tastes like sawdust!

You'd love it.
Do you wanna try some?

Why are you putting up with it?

I've complained
but nothing's happening.

So don't eat it.

- What, like a hunger strike?
- Yeah.

Force them to change.

Actually, yeah,
that could work.

No, back up the truck.

Just hang on a sec.

This is where all
the action is, huh?

Oh, darling.

What's wrong? You all right?

I've been off testosterone
so long I got my period back.

Shit.

- Darling--
- Don't, Lou.

Sorry.

- Why didn't you come find me?
- I can't leave my cell.

I can't face anyone.
Look at me, Lou.

Look. I'm a fuckin' mess.

All right, I'll--
I'll go get some pads--

No, I can't do this.

Every day I just...

I feel like I'm, um,
losing myself.

I-- I just really need my HRT.

Like I really need my HRT.

Baby, you gotta go
talk to the Governor.

She's recovered
from her physical injuries.

Fortunately not severe.

But?

Well, from a psychological
standpoint,

she needs further treatment.

What does that mean?

That she's going
to try out this shit again

and we're going
to have to resuscitate her?

Well, I can't give you
a definitive answer on that.

Do you want to talk
about what happened?

What I want

is Winter shipped off
to a secure psych facility.

Make it happen.

Um, excuse me, Mr. Jackson,
I need to speak to you urgently.

What is it? I'm busy.

I need my HRT recommenced.

I put it on my admissions form,
but nothing's happening

- You were on HRT outside?
- Yes.

You can check my file
if you don't believe me.

It's just, um...

my... my body's
changing back and I...

I just really need
the medication, eh?

I don't think that'd be a
problem. Leave it with me.

Thank you.

Mr. Jackson.

What's this I've just heard

about Marie Winter
being transferred?

Yes, to a secure psych facility.

While she's mentally unstable

and we don't have
the resources to--

Surely you are aware
that she is an A-Class prisoner.

- Yes, but—-
- There's a 25% loading.

You're forgetting our KPIs.

We won't be letting
a golden goose go.

You worry too much.

Doctor Miller is more than
capable of treating her here.

- I got a present for ya.
- Oh, yeah?

Oh, my God.

Oh, my-- Wait,
where did you get this?

Zaina.

How much did it cost?

It was most of our
shell game cash,

but... we'll make it back.

But this shit could
be cut with anything.

Well, I mean,
it's all I could get and I...

you know,
I just thought that

steroids'd be fine--

No, no, no, it's just...
it's not the same.

Yeah, I know that, but if
Jackson stuffs us around--

No, no, no, I spoke to him.
It's all good.

He said he'd come
through for us.

Oh.

I can hold out till then.

Okay, all right. Good.
Good, great.

Hey.

You're the best.

That's not my lawyer.

I'm not talking to you
without my lawyer present.

Don't worry about that.
I'm not a cop.

Tony Coburn from the NSO.
It's just an informal chat.

Show me your ID.

It says "cock burn."

Sit down.

Let's talk about your charges.

Well, for a start
I didn't steal anything.

You hacked into a secure
government database.

I'm not a hacker.

I simply uploaded the material
I was given.

You published it on your
website. That's dissemination.

The Australian people
had a right to know.

Frankly, I'm not interested
in your anarchist rhetoric.

If you're not a hacker,
then prove it.

Give me the names
of your sources.

You seem like a smart girl.

I want you to think
carefully about this.

If what you say is true, then
they are the real criminals.

Why protect them
while you rot in here?

Give me their names
and I can make all this go away.

Like magic.

I know you haven't
found my laptop.

And without that,

they don't have enough evidence
to prosecute those charges.

What, are you saying there's
something there to be found?

No, what I'm saying is
I'm happy to play your game.

See who blinks first.

Do you know
who you're talking to?

You green piece of shit.

Heard of rendition?

We can take you offshore

and basically do
whatever we want with you.

We have perfected a whole raft

of enhanced interrogation
techniques

that'll have you coughing up
your sources in no time at all.

And this is harassment.

Harassment?

Harassment.

You have no fuckin' idea
of what I'm capable of.

So why not save yourself

from the psychological
and physical damage?

Your choice.
But one way or the other,

I will get what I want.

Sit down.

It's harassment. That fucking
guy was out of control.

I'm sorry,
do I look like I care?

You're the Deputy Governor.

Ms. Miles, I'd like a word
with the prisoner.

I'm sorry, who are you?

Ann Reynolds.
General Manager, Corrections.

Great. I'd like to make
a formal complaint

about the arsehole
who just threatened me.

It's Cockburn from the NSO.

Did he make physical contact?

No, but...

So these threats were verbal?

Yes.

Well, unfortunately
I have no jurisdiction

over the manner
of questioning

that they use.

Nothing you can do.

You can make a complaint
to the Ombudsman if you wish.

I'm sure it'd go
straight to the top.

Can I give you some advice?

You're intelligent, well
educated, from a good family.

You don't belong here
with these women.

So, why don't you just give
them what they want?

And then you can go home,
to Hampshire.

Hey, how'd your interview go?

What the fuck are you doing?

I wouldn't put it past those
NSO pricks to bug my cell.

What do they want?

My sources. My laptop.

That arsehole actually
threatened me with torture.

- They can't do that.
- He thinks I'm an idiot.

The Australian government

legislated against enhanced
interrogation back in 2011.

How do you know this shit?

So what are you going to do?

Well, pretty sure there's
no bug, so tidy up I guess.

- How's the hunger strike going?
- Not sure yet.

I've got a meeting
with the crew heads.

- Okay, it's clear.
- So what do you reckon?

They're not going
to listen to us.

Yes they will,
if we stick together.

Good luck getting Boomer
to stop eating.

Good luck saying
something funny.

- How long's it gonna take?
- Took Bobby Sands 66 days.

Sixty-six days to force them
to change?

- To die.
- To die!

Are you people happy with
being victims and fed shit,

like pigs in a sty?

Hey, shut up and listen.

Fuck, a week? My arse!

They make scapegoats of you, Okay?

They lock you up in places like
this and treat you like animals.

Who the fuck are you
calling an animal, huh?

Yeah, maybe don't call us animals.

Well, that's what's happening here.

This prison is a symptom
of what's wrong with society.

She got that right.

This is state-sanctioned oppression.

It's an abuse of power. They
think they're better than you.

We're better than any
of those fuckers in charge.

- Right. So prove it.
- We're prisoners.

- Nothing we can do.
- Well, you're angry, right?

- Yeah, course we're angry.
- Yeah, we're fucking angry.

So let's stick it up 'em.

Show them we won't
eat their shit.

Get off your arses and support
us. Join the hunger strike.

I don't know. Fuck.
We'll be starving every day.

- Okay Allie, we're with you.
- All right! Sick! Yeah!

Thank you, Di.

- Excuse me, Will?
- Yes.

I've just been going through
the purchase orders

for medical supplies,

and I notice
an order here placed

for six months' worth
of testosterone.

Well, that's right,
I approved it this morning.

Well, we're trying
to rationalize the budget.

This seems like
unnecessary expenditure.

Well, we can recoup it
from the prisoner's wages.

Look, I want to make this
work for you, Ann.

But I have to be honest.

I've never gone through this
level of detail with a GM.

You're just going to have to get
used to my management style.

I'm very hands-on.
So who is it?

Reb Keane.

She was on HRT
on the outside

and she's wanting
to continue in here.

Keane and her partner
have shown a complete disregard

for your authority
since they got here.

Surely you're not suggesting
we pander to them?

HRT is a prescribed medication.

So is cannabis, but we don't
hand out spliffs to prisoners

just because they want them.

When the prisoner has
demonstrated their willingness

to respect the rules, then
we consider granting privileges.

Thanks, Di.

Oh, Mr. Jackson.

Look, I'm sorry.

It's a no for now.

What?

How are you feeling today?

Physically, I'm better.

Do you feel ready to talk?

About why you tried
to kill yourself?

I was a failure as a mother.

I failed to hold on
to the woman I loved.

Failed to escape this shithole.

And I failed to avenge
my son's death.

So what could be worse
than that?

I even failed to kill myself.

Do you truly regret
that last one?

Good news.
My bro's come through.

Wait, get fucked.

I thought Trav hated me.

Yeah, well, you know,
Trav's a dickhead,

but he is a useful
fuckin' dickhead.

He's going to bribe someone

to smuggle the T in
with tomorrow's food delivery.

Oh, my God.

Mm-hm.

I think we're gonna be Okay, baby.

I think we are too.

Attention compound,
attention compound,

H Block are now called to lunch

Where's Ruby?
She's supposed to be here.

Visit with her Dad.

We ready?

Screws on their way?

We're on a hunger strike.

Get in the dining room
for lunch.

We're not eating, Ms. Miles.

Not until the Governor agrees
to switch suppliers.

You know what? Starve to death.

I don't care.
No one'll give a shit.

Good, 'cause we're not
going anywhere

She's bluffing.

- You need to up the ante.
- No, no, no, no, no.

I don't really wanna
starve to death.

We have to get the story
out there.

There's no way
we can get to the press.

Maybe there is. I know a guy.

You don't have
phone privileges.

Not me, you.
Through the call centre.

I don't know,
they watch us pretty closely.

Then you need a distraction.

Oh, my baby girl!

- Dad!
- Darling.

It's so good to see you!

You're looking deadly.

- Yeah, well, I'm in training.
- Good.

Hey, we'd better sit down
before they growl at us.

Aw.

Don't you go getting soft
on me now.

Knock it off.

I'm just happy
to see my little girl.

Even if it is here
in the joint.

Anyway, you're getting out soon,

so that's gotta be a good thing.

You're looking skinny.

Like a scrawny Black fella.
Something wrong?

No, just seeing you again brings
it all back. The accident.

Rita taking off like she did.

Last anybody heard
was Uncle Donnie.

Said he ran into her
in the city there.

She's a biker now.

Must be just a bad egg,
that one.

Yeah, can we talk
about something else?

Yeah, sorry, bub.
Leave it in the past, eh?

Show me them deadly hands
of yours.

Come on,
that left hook I taught ya.

- Boss. Boss.
- That's it.

Stop.

I've got something to tell ya.

Yes?

The prisoners
are hunger striking.

They refuse to eat
until we change food suppliers.

We're not running
a hipster cafe here.

Our sole responsibility
is to keep them alive.

I bet Bryant's behind this.
I told you she was trouble.

No, Novak too.
They've cooked this up together.

Well, how are you going
to manage it?

I'm not concerned.

They'll get hungry eventually,
and when they do, they'll eat.

Hello?

Hey.

Hey. How was your visit?

I'll tell you later, eh?
How's the hunger strike?

Yeah, it's happening.
Judy whipped 'em into action.

That's awesome.

- Hey, instant friend crush, eh?
- Yeah, I know, right?

Mitchell, you're late.

- Everything all right?
- Yeah, all good, Ms. Bennett.

Sorry.

Hello, uh, this is Susan calling

from Maynard Meat
Market Research.

Can I ask who your
current internet provider is?

Fuck, sorry.

Hello?

Can I ask who your current
internet provider is?

- Sorry.
- Jenkins, what's the problem?

- Thanks for your time.
- My tummy's full of gas.

- Yeah, I meant with the call.
- No, they hung up.

Well, let's just
try another one.

Can you just try
and stick to the script?

Hello, this is Susan calling
from Maynard Market Research.

Can I please ask who your
current internet provider is?

Shit. Shit!

And what informed your decision
to stick with this provider?

No, no, no, no,
don't get frustrated.

It is not personal.
I'm going to...

I'm going to double jack, Okay?

Deep breath.

Take it slow. Try again.

Ms. Bennett, I don't feel
so good. Think I'm...

I--I might need to lie down
'cause I think I might pass out.

Yeah, starvation
doesn't happen that quickly.

- No, I don't think--
- It's probably nerves.

Come on, you can do this,
Boomer, all right?

- Try again.
- Yeah. Yep.

Hi, this is Boomer
from Mustard Research

and who's
your internet--

Hello, is this Jack Spencer?

I'm a prisoner
calling from Wentworth.

Don't hang up. I've got
a message from Judy Bryant.

The women at Wentworth
are hunger striking.

They've changed food
distributors. We can't eat it.

- Got that?
- Baylore Distributors.

Yeah. Sorry, I've gotta go.

You all right?
Can I get you to Medical?

- Mighty Mouse.
- Hey, how's Boomer?

Man, she's really crook.

They had to take her
to hospital.

Nurse Shen reckons
it's salmonella.

Far out.

- I thought she was faking it.
- Yeah, me too.

She couldn't hold out.

- What, she ate the food?
- She'll be all right though.

You Okay?

You can talk to me, you know.

Yeah.

What's wrong?

My Dad has cancer, Allie.
He's dying.

Fuck.

I'm so sorry.

I just wish
I could talk to Rita.

But I don't know where she is.

Well, you could talk
to Mr. Jackson.

There might be something
he could do

if your Dad wants to see her.

No. He... he doesn't.

Well, you got us. Me and Booms.

We're your family, too.

Help me! Help me! Help!

Help me!

Please, Officer,
let me out of here!

Let me out of here!

Officer Nardella said that
you've been having nightmares.

I've prescribed a mild sedative,
just to help you sleep.

Do you believe
in near death experiences?

I guess as a clinician, I'd...

naturally gravitate towards
the scientific explanations.

Well, how do they explain it?

Well, during life-threatening events,

the brain tries to make sense

of the unusual things
that it's experiencing.

For example,
the tunnel of light sensation.

That can be the result
of poor blood

or oxygen supply to the eye.

Or feelings of euphoria
can be the action

of a hormone
called noradrenaline.

I think I had one.
It wasn't, um...

Well, it wasn't...

bliss and bright light
at the end of a tunnel.

What'd you experience?

Darkness. Just...

just complete darkness.

It just terrified me.

- What do you think it means?
- I think it's a kind of...

warning, like...

like that's my fate.

Yes. I understand, Minister.

I will fix it.
I will fix it and then I...

Fuck, I'm hungry.

Anyone got any food?

I'm starving. Fuckin' hell.

Lucy! Got any food?

Oi! Lucy! Got something to eat?

Look who's here.

Mr. Jackson?

- Any word on Boomer?
Yeah, she's going to be fine.

- It was a bacterial infection.
- From the food.

Did you hear that, everyone?
The food put Boomer in hospital.

It wouldn't have if she'd kept
her gob shut

like the rest of us had to.

Shut your mouth.

All right, listen up!

I have an announcement
about yesterday's protest.

Hope he kicks her arse.

Ladies, I've listened
to your concerns

and have decided there
will be no more deliveries

from Baylore Distributors.

The original suppliers
will be reinstated,

- effective immediately.
- What the fuck is this?

We win! It proves that hearts
and minds can be changed.

Novak has fucked us again.

Attention
compound, attention compound,

phones are now
available to use.

Nah, everything's all right, Dad.

I just want to see you
before you go home.

There's something
I need to tell you in person.

Hey. Can I talk to you
in private?

Sure. What's up?

I need a Top Dog favour.

What is it?

Can I trust you?

Why? What do you want?

I have some more stuff
on my laptop

that I want to release
to that journalist.

Well, can you trust him?

He's proven he's bona fide,
breaking that story.

I need you to make another call.

And say what?

Give him the details
of a locker at a public library.

- Judy, is this legal?
- Of course.

You have to be absolutely sure
you're not overheard by anyone.

Please.

Yeah, you look thin.
I'm happy to see you, though.

- You all right there, shaky?
- I fixed it.

You wanna just
chill the fuck out?

You are sweating bullets.

Oh, no shit.

I don't wanna get busted.

Well, you won't
if you act normal.

Now I know that that is
a little bit hard for you,

but just see
if you can manage it, Okay?

Fuck off.

I don't know why you wanna
go screw up your life

for that girl.

Oh, well, you know,
what can I say?

True love, little brother.

Good job.

Keep talking.

Oh, my God.

This time it's the real deal.

You're going to be
feeling yourself in no time.

What'd you do, eh? Bank it?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Bullshit.

I know exactly where that came
from and you're off to the slot.

Get fucked!

Please don't slot her,
Mr. Stewart.

I'll have that.

And the rest.

It is not smack.
It's testosterone!

I don't care
if it's unicorn jizz.

It's still contraband.

This is such bullshit.

You don't understand.
I need this.

- She was just trying to help me.
- Hey, rules are rules.

Come on, please, Mr. Stewart.

Listen, you'd do anything

for the person you love,
wouldn't you?

All right. I won't
slot you this time, Kelly.

But if it happens again...

Fuck!

Come on, move on, move on,
move on. Come on.

- How'd it go?
- I couldn't make the call.

Smiles was watching me
like a hawk.

I didn't want to risk it.

It's good you didn't.
It's too important.

Hey, I'll try again tomorrow.

Danny...

You writing to the Ombudsman?

Actually, it's to my father.

I'll mail it
when I get out of here.

That might not be as soon
as you expected.

That man from the NSO called and
he wants to interview you again.

Why?

Something about
a laptop being found.

- Hey!
- Hey, there she is!

Bada-boom! Welcome back.

- How're you feeling?
- Yeah, I'm all right now,

but hey, I reckon I lost
about ten kilos, eh, look.

- Yeah, you look good.
- Do 1?

Hey, you were pretty sick
the other day, though.

Mate, it was brutal.
But, hey, I heard we won.

- Yeah, we did.
- You fucking betrayed me.

What the fuck
are you talking about?

Back off, Judy.

- Hey!
- Hey! No, no, no. No, mate, no.

Don't touch me.
If you wanna talk, talk.

Don't make a scene.

Explain to me how the
NSO found my laptop.

I can't. I told you,
I didn't even make the call.

I didn't breathe a word
to anyone.

- What about those two?
- Is everything Okay, Allie?

I didn't tell anyone.

Well, they won't find
what they want anyway.

So you can all get fucked.

- What was that all about?
- Yeah.

I had this strange experience
where I felt like...

like I was seeing things
for the first time.

What sort of things?

Reality.

My life.

And then Danny appeared.

Your son?

You'll probably say
it was the sedative,

but he smiled,

like he was telling me
that he's Okay. Like...

He's given me permission
to let it all go.

I mean, it sounds crazy.
Maybe I am crazy.

How do you feel about it now?

I'm Okay with it.

I know what to do.

I want to retract my statement
against Ruby Mitchell.

I asked you to come in today

because there's something
I need to tell you.

If there's anyone in the family
that's a bad egg it's me, Dad.

Not Rita.

You've gotta put that
in the past, my girl.

No, because I would
always get into trouble

and she would bail me out.

No, it wasn't like that.
Every time--

Dad, you're not listening.

She took responsibility
for all the shit that I did.

The car accident,
that was my fault, not hers.

But she took the blame

to protect us from payback.

Are you saying
Uncle Donnie was lying?

She's not a bikie.

She was an undercover cop.

When I got myself in here,

she got herself arrested
to keep me safe.

Dad...

she couldn't tell you.

She couldn't tell anyone.

Dad...

you know my sister would
do anything to protect me.

She would die to keep me safe,

and now she's paying the price.

I've gotta make things right
with the girl.

Tell her I need to talk
to her, please.

That's the thing.

Hm?

She's not here any more.
She's in protective custody.

Hey, you all right?

Hey, you need some water?

Hey.

We need some fucking help
for Reb!

We need some fucking
medical help!

Everybody clear out!
Come on, make some room!

Get her to Medical now.

Move aside, Kelly.
Let's go, you ready?

We found your laptop,

in a locker
in the Carlton North Library.

It's not mine.

You can't prove
it belongs to me.

Give them the details of a locker
at a public library

- Judy, is this legal?
- Of course.

You have to be absolutely sure
you're not overheard by anyone.

Are you gonna tell me
that's not your voice?

I repeat my offer.

You tell me
who your sources are,

and this needn't be
a disaster for you.

Rendition and interrogation?
Why don't you try it?

Because it's illegal, fuckface.

You leave me no choice.

We will be charging you
with terrorism offences.

Did you just pull that
out of your arse?

There's incriminating evidence
on your laptop.

No, bullshit.

Take a look at this.

What appears to be a plan to
blow up the local military base.

That's not mine.
They're not my documents.

Along with some suspiciously
large Bitcoin transactions,

obviously in payment
to your co-conspirators.

Under the anti-terrorism
legislation,

we have the power to hold you.

Indefinitely.

Hey, what's happening with Reb?

She's been taken off
to Emergency.

What?

What's happening? What's going
on? Is he going to be all right?

They think it's some sort
of anaphylactic shock.

To what?

Sorry, Kelly,
that's all I know.

No, I gotta...
well, I gotta go with him.

I gotta go to the hospital.

You know that's
never gonna happen.

Listen, why don't you get
a few things together

in case she gets admitted?

Shit.

Oh, no.

- Oh, fuck. Shit.
- Attention compound.

Attention compound.

The canteen is
now open for H Block.

How'd it go with your Dad?

I hope it's not
the last time I see him.

But if it is, then I said
what I needed to say.

Well, at least
you got to do that, eh?

Yeah.

Hey. Have you calmed down?

So what's the deal?
Did they really find your laptop?

Yeah.

- I owe you an apology.
- What about us?

I'm sorry.

- It's all right.
- I know you didn't betray me.

Those NSO pricks bugged your cell.

My cell?

And loaded fake documents
onto my laptop.

Our whole conversation
was recorded.

- I heard it.
- What the fuck!

- Is that even legal?
- I daresay they had a warrant.

But why would they bug
my cell?

Who would have told them
to do that?

Pose as a friend, work as a spy.

- What?
- It was her.

She's been watching us,
but she's in bed with him.

You planted that shit
on my laptop.

You framed me, you arsehole!

And I know you were in on it, too.
Bitch!