Original subtitles

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

[Reb] Sheila's 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 defense

when it goes to trial.

You know that, don't you?

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 Doctor Miller.

[Reb] 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.

If you think that Reb is gonna bail you out,

you're even fuckin' crazier than I remember.

Have you told Reb the truth about you?

No!

I killed her. I killed her.

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.

Look, 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.

♪♪

[baby crying]

Why aren't you sleeping? Alright, come on.

Oh, it's alright. Here. There we go. There we go.

Oh, please, shh, shh, shh, shh. Shh, shh, shh.

It's alright.

Shh, shh, shh.

[gasps]

[Greg] Sorry, Kath.

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, okay?

I don't wanna be alone.

Please don't abandon me.

[baby crying]

[sighs]

[indistinct chatter and PA announcements]

I know you lagged on me.

You told the screws I bashed the GM.

You're delusional.

I might see what the women think.

Knock yourself out.

Tell me, Booms. You ready to see your man, Gavin?

No, I'm not ready to be dumped.

No, that won't happen.

He'll be onto 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...

[Lou] Oi!

Back the fuck off, Sheila.

- 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.

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.

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.

Is everything okay with Grace?

[sighs] 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 Ferguson's committal hearing tomorrow.

Hey, listen.

Your little stunt yesterday nearly brought us all unstuck.

I seem to be the only one who is worried

about what Miller's going to say.

Yeah, she's probably got colic.

I googled it.

[indistinct arguing]

[woman on PA] Attention all staff,

visiting hours commence in 15 minutes.

[chuckles]

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 dis... - Yes, I know what it is.

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

Remember the siege?

[sighs]

[Ann] So it's all in order?

Can you find the figures and show me, please?

[indistinct chatter]

Are you Gavin?

Susan?

[chuckles] What the...?

You don't look nothing like this photo.

That's... that's not even you.

Well, this is hardly a true representation.

You lying fuck!

Come on!

Fuck Allie.

I'm gonna flood this prison with gear.

See how she likes that.

Shit, that reminds me. Trav's been hassling us for that money.

Oh, give me the phone.

Hey, Mullet, I got a job for you.

Spread the word the top dog lagged.

See if we can start ourselves a little mutiny.

♪♪

Um, I don't know where it is.

Well, it's gotta be in there, Reb.

Yeah, well, it's not.

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

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

Fuck! 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 fuckin' phone.

No.

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

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 was so confused.

But I put it back exactly where I found...

Confused my arse.

Give me the fuckin' phone or I will tear this cell apart.

No, no. Please. Please, please, please, do not do this!

I do not have your phone!

Please.

- Please... [screams] - 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 gonna jostle her.

I'm gonna make you swallow the little fucker!

No! No!

- Hey! - Give it to me, please!

Give it to me! Give it to me!

[screaming] No! No. [sobbing]

No!

No!

- I love you, Mummy. - I love you, Mummy.

I love you, Mummy.

I love you...

I love you, Mummy.

We can't put this down to LSD.

Your tests are completely clear.

It wasn't a 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 dream.

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.

Well 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?

[sighs]

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?

She'll 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's 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, okay?

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, Trav, 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 log-in details.

[woman on PA] Attention compound,

all prisoners return to their units immediately.

Count will commence in ten minutes.

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

No, that's fucking wrong.

Well, what was the last withdrawal?

You call the bank, you get them to trace that. That wasn't me.

It wasn't fucking me!

Fuck! Fuck!

Fuck!

But not only is he, like, a friggin' liar,

he's also the ugliest motherfucker

I've ever laid eyes on.

- Really? - Yes.

Well, you weren't exactly up front with Gavin

about yourself, either.

No, you know, you, you told me to tell him

that I was a swimwear model

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

- No. - That was you.

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.

Look, all I'm saying is,

maybe you can take a less superficial approach.

[sighs] 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 nothin'.

For fuck's sake,

do we really have to listen to this inane drivel?

Shut up! We had to listen to your acid trip.

Oh, no, I'm not going back! I'm not going back!

Stop looking at me with your eyes!

Boomer.

Hey.

You okay?

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

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.

I will find out who took the phone.

I will make them pay the money back, or I'll kill them.

Then I'll never get my surgery, so...

Okay.

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 have 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.

♪♪

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.

I guess we've both been guilty of a little subterfuge.

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.

Your letters really turned me on.

Right.

[laughs]

Well, you know you're no slouch yourself.

- No. - Yeah, serious.

That bit about rooting donuts.

[both laugh]

- That was funny. - Silly.

And sexy.

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

Thank you.

No worries.

Have you ever thought about doing it professionally?

- Rooting donuts? - No, writing.

- 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.

What are the frigging chances?

Of us. What are the chances?

No, not really chances.

You see, when I read that Wentworth

had jagged that market research contract,

I put my name down on the call register.

Hey, hang on.

So you knew I was a prisoner, like, all along?

Yeah.

See, I was hoping to hook up with someone,

someone just like you, who could feed me

some really knockout inside oil, yeah?

Yeah.

♪♪

I wanna know what the women are saying.

Go find out.

Onto 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 doin' that. - No.

You are.

Wait, what?

Yeah, I got a plan and you gotta help me.

No, no, no, I'm not writing anything for his website.

Please, 'cause 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 wanna know.

Gotta go, guys. I'll see you later.

Ms. Bennett.

What's happening with Ferguson?

Did Doctor Miller change his mind?

On the contrary.

He has been completely sucked in by her.

How? She confessed.

He is 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?

[door opens]

- What do you want? - Our money back.

What money?

The money for my fuckin' surgery

you stole when you took our phone.

I didn't take your phone.

Oh. Well, then why'd I see you coming out of our unit yesterday,

right before the phone went missing?

It wasn't me.

Bullshit. That's why you lagged and had me slotted.

Hey, fuck off.

Consider who you're talking to...

[grunts] [gasps]

I want it back. Now.

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.

[Allie] I don't have it.

- I didn't take it. - Fuck you!

[grunts]

- Give me the fuckin' phone. - No!

I want it back.

- [blow landing] - [Allie groans]

[coughs]

[groans]

Don't.

Last chance.

[alarm blaring]

Fuck!

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

Or you're a dead woman.

[woman on PA] This is a Code Purple.

Officers required in H1 unit immediately.

[panting]

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

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

'Cause 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.

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

You fucking bitch! I will fuckin' kill you!

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

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

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

Come on, let's go, babe.

Winter, Governor wants to see you.

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.

Winter.

[receptionist] 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's 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 fuckin' trusted you once with everything and you played me.

I will never trust you again.

[Will on intercom] Alright, get Ms. Myles in here, please.

Winter.

Will.

[male guard on radio] Gatehouse to Sierra 3.

Governor, the prisoner transport vehicle has arrived.

♪♪

How're you feeling, Kath?

A little nervous. Not sure what to expect.

Yeah, that's okay.

I'll see you in there, yeah?

Greg!

You know the only leg her defense 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. Please... 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.

And I will have them on mine if you don't stop her.

[woman on TV] Tight security surrounds

the Melbourne Convention Centre,

and the US Secretary of Defense, Michael Schwartz,

will be attending today's AUSMIN meeting.

The motorcade will be accompanied by...

Are you okay?

- What happened? - Lou Kelly.

What?

Oh, man, should never have left you alone.

Turn that off.

What she did to the GM was bad enough,

but she's taken this shit too far.

- What are you gonna do? - What Bea and Kaz would've done.

We're going to war.

Get the crew together. We're going.

Oh, no, no, no, hang on, um, 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.

It was my fault.

Okay? Don't blame them.

I suspected Lou was lagging to the GM

and lured her to the kitchen to prove it.

- You fuckin' 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 Doctor Miller.

♪♪

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, Ms. 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? - Yeah, that's correct.

Can you confirm the said document was written

after analyzing the defendant,

Joan Ferguson,

and that it was true and correct

at the time you swore the affidavit?

I can confirm that.

Doctor 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 Ms. Kath Maxwell.

I'm aware of that, yes.

Having had the opportunity to analyze 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...

I believe Ms. Ferguson

is indeed suffering from what we call a fugue state

as a result of severe brain injury,

characterized by complete retrograde amnesia.

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.

♪♪

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 wanna take a seat?

Or are you wondering,

worrying what the women are going to think,

hanging with the pariah?

Tell me what's going on, Allie.

I can't trust anyone anymore.

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.

Ms. 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.

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.

[answering machine beeps]

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 officers? I'll call them.

This is Governor Jackson.

Can you call me when you get this message?

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

No, no, no, no, no.

I'll call the courthouse direct.

Okay.

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?

Okay.

Right, thanks for your help.

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.

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 that comes down

to how bad you want that surgery.

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 fuckin' money!

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

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?

[woman on PA] Attention compound, attention compound.

H Block is now called for dinner.

They wouldn't tell me anything

about the nature of the incident.

Do they know where the brawler is?

No.

Shit.

Alright, Vera, go home, get Grace.

- We've gotta get out of here. - Oh, Christ!

- Will... - [Will] Yes.

Excuse me, Governor, the brawler's arrived.

♪♪

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.

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.

- 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 need... - 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.

Why'd I think I'd be any different?

I can't even trust my closest fucking friends.

Fuck, I'm sorry. Allie, I...

I'll do it, okay? 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.

Hey.

You skipped dinner. Everything okay?

Is it true?

That...

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

Can you say something?

Can you fuckin' say something, Lou?

We were all forced to...

participate in the therapy and I just...

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

I just... I...

Why didn't you do something?

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 soul 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... I just...

My heart was ripped when I saw that...

No, no, no. You lied to me this whole time.

- No, Reb, please. - Get outta my cell.

- Get the fuck out of my cell! - Please, Reb!

- No! - I killed them all!

I poisoned them.

I burnt the place to the fucking ground.

I'd do anything for you.

Fuck!

Hey, please!

Hey.

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

Everything's been for you.

And I would do it again if I had to.

You saved me, and for what, you know?

I'm still trapped in this fuckin' body.

That's Novak's fault.

She stole your money, Reb.

She has to pay.

Do it.

♪♪

Looks like she's won again.

If she managed to fool a shrink,

the jury will be a piece of piss.

[grunting]

[woman on TV] Just to hand, some breaking news.

Police have now confirmed

that in an incident in the city this afternoon,

the US Secretary of Defense 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.

The balance has been transferred.

Thank you for your good job.

It shits me there's nothing we can do.

Spitbag her.

With pleasure.

- Did you forget something? - Yeah.

This.

[gasps] What are you doing?

Stop it! Please!

Why are you doing this? Take it off me!

Take it off!

Get it off me!

[gasping]

Take it off me!

Get it off me now!

Help!

Get it off!

[woman on PA] Attention compound, this is a Code Black.

All prisoners return to their units.

No!

[screaming] No!

- Get it off me! - I repeat, this is a Code Black.

Help!

Somebody!

Somebody.

Please, don't leave me like this.

[panting]

Get it off me!

Get it off me!

[distorted whispering] [Joan] Joan Ferguson.

Get me out of here!

[Joan's voice echoing] Say it.

[gasping]

Get me out of here.

Get me out of here!

Help! Help!

No!

[screams]

No!

♪♪

[screams]

Shut the fuck up.

[panting]

♪♪

I am Joan Ferguson.

I am the Freak.