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(birds chirping)

(uptempo music)

- Morning, Sarah.

Up bright and early.

- Always, Mr. Issac.

Always.

- Well, if you're after tea,

I'm afraid the boiler's not working,

so you'll have to use the kettle.

- Oh, for heaven's sake.

Does anything work in this place?

- Hey, yours truly.

Your friendly personal officer.

Working around the clock to ensure your stay here

is as comfortable as possible.

- Well, I'll be sure to nominate you

for Screw of the Year, Mr. Isaac.

- [Issac] Sarah.

- Sorry.

Personal Officer of the Year.

- Be sure to spell my name correctly.

One S, two As.

- Sorry?

Is that one A, two Ss?

- Careful now, or I won't be letting you know

about something else that's working.

- Oh, thank you.

I will definitely nominate you for Officer of the Year.

I even promise to spell your name correctly.

- Yeah, well.

Save that until you've listened to all the thrash metal

I've downloaded onto it.

- It's okay.

You're at that dangerous age.

Just a rebellious phase you're going through.

You'll grow out of it soon, I'm sure.

Wakey-wakey, lazy bones.

(groaning)

Do you want the good news or the bad news?

- There's good news?

First time for everything, I suppose.

- The bad news is the tea boiler isn't working.

- That's not news.

Next you'll be telling me that bears shit in the woods

and that Pope fella's a Catholic.

- Or that Harris is a complete bitch.

(laughs)

- Right, come on then.

What's this good news?

- Tada!

We have music again.

- Mr. Issac came through again?

Good to know all that sucking up to him is still working.

- It's not sucking up.

It's about keeping those with influence

over your future on your side.

Besides, he's a nice guy.

- He's still a screw.

- Oh, for heaven's sake, Vibha.

Forget that them and us nonsense.

Your only concern should be with those who can help you

with your parole application.

One of those people is your personal officer.

- That's easy for you to say.

You got Isaac.

I'm stuck with that bitch Harris.

- Then do what I told you months ago

and ask the governor to be reassigned to Issac.

- I'm not asking him for anything.

- You know I'm only trying to help you, don't you?

- Yeah, I do and I do appreciate it,

but I don't need, or want, any help from any of them.

- Okay, I get it.

But you've worked so hard to overcome your addiction,

you've got your hairdressing diploma,

and a job with your cousin Sal in Winchester all set up.

- Yeah, and I've done it all without any help

from any of them.

- Yes, and the parole board will lap that stuff up anyway.

But add a decent report from your personal officer,

you're guaranteed to be home free.

What about seeing Berryman?

- Headshrinker?

- It'll be another tick in the box.

Show the board how willing you are

to address your past issues.

- I'm not seeing a fucking headshrinker.

Twist everything.

(tense music)

- Where's she going to?

- [Woman] She's seeing Berryman today.

Yeah, she is.

- Oh, sorry, Ms. Berryman.

Shall I come back later when you're better prepared?

- No, no.

It's fine.

You're a little early, but please take a seat.

I've told you before, it's Ann.

- Oh, am I?

Sorry about that, Ann.

I find it's not beneficial for my mental health

to obsess about time.

It's rather futile while serving a prison sentence.

- [Ann] Yes, I imagine it is.

- Can I help at all?

- Thank you, Sarah, but I think we're ready now.

- So, what part of my psyche

are you going to pick apart today?

- I'm here in more of a welfare capacity.

- Oh.

Who's welfare would that be then?

- Yours, of course, Sarah.

Why would you think otherwise?

- Experience.

Look, you're employed by the prison service,

the same as the screws.

So I certainly don't expect you to have

my best interests at heart.

- What makes you think the officers here

don't have your best interests at heart?

- Are you kidding me?

- You don't think it's a legitimate question?

- You've met them.

You tell me.

- My opinion is irrelevant.

The important thing here is you expressing your opinion.

- Well, in my opinion, from the top down,

they're just looking out for their own interests.

- Given how far up the legal ladder you climbed,

I'd have thought you'd have some empathy.

- I have no empathy for anyone who tries to get ahead

by abusing those they're meant to protect.

If you think I have something in common

with someone like that, you don't know me very well, do you?

- Well then, help me get to know you, Sarah.

- You want to know me, read my file.

- That's the thing.

Your file seems a little incomplete.

- You do surprise me.

Incomplete in what way?

- There's nothing here about your parents,

your childhood, where you grew up.

It's as if the first 10 years, or so,

of your life simply didn't happen.

There's other periods missing too.

Help me fill in the gaps.

- Maybe I was beamed down from space age 10.

Don't think I can't see what you're trying to do here.

- What am I trying to do, Sarah?

- You are trying, rather clumsily if I may say so,

to give me the idea that I can trust you

by somehow offering the notion that I need help.

- Why do you find the notion of trusting someone

and needing help so distasteful?

Surely, everyone needs at least one person

they can trust and rely on.

Yet, you appear to have no one.

- This is a prison.

Trust is just a luxury.

You learn to live without it.

- It's not just prison though, is it, Sarah?

The records show you've not had a single visitor

in all the time you've been here.

- Do you see someone sitting in front of you

who's crushed by incarceration?

No, you don't.

I'm in control of my environment.

And in order to be in control,

I keep the minimum number of people close to me, that's all.

- By definition, being imprisoned removes

this control you think you have.

- Only if you can't see the bigger picture.

I have plans and I have a future.

- She's got something.

I know she has.

- Well, you'll have to find out what.

- Well, she's in with Berryman now.

- I'll talk at her later and get back to ya.

- Well, make sure you do.

I'll bet she's too confident.

She's definitely got something up her sleeve.

Do your best to find out and get back to me.

- It just seems so weird.

Like, the film club only has to pull up one film a month.

And so they've got all that choice

and they choose one that's too long

and then they say we can't watch it all.

- I know.

I blame Harris.

- Yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

I think we always do when we have these conversations.

- Yes, every time.

She's trying to make things worse for us.

- [Sarah] Yeah, it's meant to be a fun thing, isn't it?

- [Woman] Busy, Devereaux?

- [Sarah] What the hell are you doing here?

- Now, that's no way to greet an old friend, now is it?

Didn't expect to see me here, did you?

I've been such a good girl they moved me here.

Nice to see you again.

- Well, you won't be seeing me for long.

I'll soon be out of here.

- Oh, but we've only just found each other again.

We've got so much catching up to do.

You know, Sarah.

I think we really should get to know each other

a whole lot better.

- The only thing I want to know about you

is that you're as far away from me as possible.

- You know, Sarah.

Things would be a lot easier for everyone

if you were just a little more cooperative.

- Why would I want to cooperate with you?

- Self-preservation for one thing.

- I'm not scared of the likes of you.

- (laughs) The likes of me?

Fuck me.

I've heard it all now.

A bent brief taking the moral high ground.

- I'm not bent.

- Tell that to the judge.

Oh, wait.

You did, didn't ya?

And he didn't fucking believe you either.

- We'll see who believes what when I get out, won't we?

- Haven't you realized yet, Devereaux?

You're never getting out of here.

- Oh, I am, Mehigan.

And when I do, you and your beloved.

- I'd be very careful what you say.

You underestimate my influence in here.

You may think you have secured

your future at Charlie's expense,

but don't think for a minute it'll stay that way.

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

- Oh, don't play dumb with me, Sarah.

We all know about the files you've got on Charlie.

- Your husband is no concern of mine, Mehigan.

And if he was, then don't you think it's you

that should be careful?

- Pretty cocksure, aren't ya?

- Go away, Mehigan.

I have linen to fold.

- I wouldn't bother if I were you.

You won't be getting to use it.

Stupid fucking bitch.

You think you can get the best of me?

That's how easily I could end it all here for you

if I really wanted to.

- Nonsense.

A screw would've come by any minute.

- Oh, you think?

I wonder where the duty officer is right now?

Probably combing your room.

I do hope your little friend hasn't gone back

to her bad old ways.

- What do you mean?

- Never trust a junkie, Sarah.

- She won't find anything.

Vibha's clean.

- (chuckles) Well, who knows what an over-zealous

duty officer like Harris might find.

Especially when pointed in the right direction.

- You're bluffing.

- I'd run along if I were you.

Your little Vibha's probably spilling her guts

right as we speak.

And Harris can be very persuasive as well you know.

- You're hurting me.

- Stop whining, Desai.

I'm only doing my job.

- Yeah, well go do it somewhere else.

You won't find anything in here.

- Oh, forgive me then if I don't

take the word of a junkie.

And it's a bloody good job that I don't.

Care to explain yourself, Desai?

- You must've put it there.

- I beg your pardon?

You're in enough trouble as it is

without adding insubordination to the mix.

- [Sarah] What's going on?

- Seems like your little friend here has had a relapse.

- I haven't, it's a lie.

I wouldn't, Sarah.

I wouldn't go back to any of that.

- Shut up and sit on the bed.

Grownups are talking now.

It's such a shame, Devereaux.

Despite all your best efforts to rehabilitate her,

seems that this little leopard refuses to change her spots.

Once a junkie always a junkie.

- Officer Harris, there must be some mistake.

I've been Vibha's cellmate for months now.

I'd have known if there was anything untoward.

- What are you trying to say?

- That you planted it, you spiteful fucking bitch.

- Typical junkie behavior.

Aggression, paranoia.

It's textbook stuff, Devereaux.

I'm surprised you didn't recognize it.

- She wouldn't suddenly slip so soon

before her parole hearing.

They're not her drugs.

- Well, if they're not hers it begs the question,

whose are they then?

- I haven't seen them before, honestly.

- You heard what she said.

She's never seen them before.

- Well then, the only other logical explanation

is that they're yours.

- Oh, don't be absurd.

- They're in your cell.

She says, and you agree, that they're not hers.

So therefore, they must be yours.

Is that what you're saying, Devereaux?

Are you confessing to possessing illegal substances?

- Certainly not.

Somebody obviously planted them.

- Obviously.

- Anyway.

Why are you conducting a search on your own?

That completely contravenes prison rules.

How do we know you didn't plant them?

- I was given information that dear Desai here

was supplying to there inmates.

So I took it upon myself to check it out.

And lo and behold.

- I've had enough of this.

I'm going to find Mr. Issac.

We'll see what he has to say about this.

- You think Isaac's going to go against

the word of a fellow officer?

When push comes to shove,

we both know he's not going to side

with your junkie friend here over me, despite your protests.

- I'll take that chance.

- I hear a good friend of yours has recently joined us.

Very keen to spend some alone time with you, apparently.

Who knows what might happen if I grant her that wish.

Terrible things can befall a person

once an officer's back is turned.

Issac can't be around all the time.

You need me, Devereaux.

I'm pretty much all that stands between you

and Mehigan getting up close and very personal.

- You really are a fucking bitch.

- You better believe it.

Think about your little friend Desai.

You won't be seeing her for a while.

- I'll sort this out, I promise.

- No.

No, Sarah.

It's fine, okay?

I can handle this myself.

I've spent half my life in some form of prison or another,

so a few extra months, it won't make any difference, okay?

Look, you look out for yourself.

Promise me you won't let them beat ya.

- Very sweet.

See you around, Devereaux.

(slow piano music)

(crying)

- So what exactly do you think this is?

- It's pretty obvious, I'd have thought.

- Well, why not tell me all the same?

- Oh, for Christ sake, woman.

Being in prison itself is hardly

a cause for celebration, the best of times.

But when some lunatic you once put down appears,

intent on revenge, well, life becomes intolerable, really.

- I'm aware that you and Mehigan have history together,

but I'm sure any threats are just idle.

- How do you know about me and Mehigan?

I've never mentioned her in our sessions.

- I've read both your case files, Sarah.

Of course I know the history.

But as I say,

I'm sure the threats are just designed to intimidate you.

Nothing more.

- The threats?

- [Ann] I'm sorry?

- You said the threats.

That means you know about them.

- It's just a figure of speech.

I didn't mean anything specific by it.

- Oh, my god.

You're seeing her as well, aren't you?

You're seeing Mehigan and she's told you

she's gonna kill me, hasn't she?

- Sarah, you know I can't repeat

what's said to me in my sessions.

- Of course not.

You'd rather see me lying in a pool of blood

than betray the confidence of a complete madwoman.

- [Ann] Sarah, please calm down.

- Oh, you make me sick.

You come on like you're my friend.

Claiming we've got so much in common as professional women,

but you take the side of Mr. and Mrs. Sociopath over me.

- It's not my place to take sides.

I really don't know what you mean by that.

- You already said you'd read our case files.

So you know all about Mr. Mehigan and what he's capable of.

Not to mention what lengths Helen will go to

at her husband's behests.

- Sarah, please.

If you genuinely have concerns about your safety,

then you need to speak to the governor about them.

- He's not gonna care.

He just wants a quiet life.

Unless you confirm what she's told you

about getting her revenge on me.

Then he'll have to act.

- Sarah, I can't repeat what's been said in my sessions.

But I'm sure we can help you in some other way.

- We?

- Yes.

Myself and the authorities here.

- I've got nothing more to say to you.

- Please, don't do anything rash, Sarah.

(knocking on door)

- Come in.

- Sorry to bother you, Governor.

Could I have a word?

- Yes, of course, Ms. Berryman.

Do sit down.

- Thank you.

I understand you're busy, Governor,

but I shouldn't take up too much of your time.

- [Governor] Mm-hmm.

- I have concerns about Sarah Devereaux.

- Concerns?

What kind of concerns?

- I'm worried about her mental welfare.

- Go on.

- Since Desai was taken to the segregation unit,

Devereaux's become more and more withdrawn.

She barely leaves her cell.

- Well then surely she should do more

to integrate with the rest of the women.

There's ample opportunity to do so.

- Problem is that integrating with the other women

would mean spending time with Helen Mehigan.

- I'm aware of their history,

but the reports I have about Mehigan,

from yourself and Harris,

indicate nothing but a model prisoner.

- Absolutely, Governor.

We both know that.

However, all this solitude is starting

to induce paranoia in Devereaux.

And it's getting worse.

- I detect that you might have a solution to this problem.

I assume that's why you're here.

- Well, I think that a change of work duty would be a start.

- [Governor] At the moment, she's on.

- Sewing duty.

Which means she's stuck in a repetitive environment

with barely a breath of fresh air.

- You want her to be given an outside duty?

- Excellent idea, Governor.

- The problem is the only outside duty

is on the farm with the pigs.

I can't imagine Devereaux taking too kindly to that.

- Since Wheeler left,

you've had no one to tend to your garden.

How about we get Devereaux to do that?

It would give her extra responsibility

and something challenging to focus on.

- Yes.

Good idea, Ms. Berryman.

I'll have her assigned right away.

- Thank you, Governor, for your support in this.

(tense music)

- Change of scenery for you, Sarah.

Good to get out more.

- I was more than happy to stay in, Mr. Issac.

- Oh, come now.

Governor doesn't let just anyone

handle his begonias, you know?

- Am I supposed to respond to that?

- Try humoring me.

What's got into you lately?

Thought you'd jump at the chance of being outdoors.

Some time to yourself.

Besides, you've been personally asked by the governor

to tend to his garden.

Would look great on a future parole application.

- Oh, yes.

Because it's all about playing the game.

Isn't it, Mr. Issac?

Keep our heads down, do as we're told,

show everyone what good girls we've become

and we'll be allowed back into civilization again.

Well, tell that to Vibha Desai.

- It's unfortunate, Sarah.

- Oh, unfortunate?

She was completely stitched up by either Harris or Mehigan.

Maybe both.

- Stop with the conspiracy theories, Sarah.

I know you were fond of her,

but people aren't always who we think they are.

And they not always have the strength of character

that we think they have either.

- She's a fighter and she's a survivor.

There's no way she'd have gone back to drugs,

let alone keep them in the same room as me.

- Vibha is an addict with a lifetime history of drug abuse.

She clearly wasn't ready to face up to her demons

and move on.

- Her demons aren't drugs.

Her demons are the same as mine and they come in the form

of a bent prison officer and a psycho inmate.

How do you propose we face up to that?

- Well, you can stop playing the victim card for a start

because it really doesn't suit you.

You're inside for a reason.

Look, you're young enough and talented enough

to have a future for yourself outside of here.

But until you fully accept your guilt,

you're never gonna be able to move on.

- Oh, yes.

Because we're all guilty, aren't we?

There's absolutely no way that anyone in here

could possibly have been,

oh, I don't know, wrongly convicted.

- Oh, come on, Sarah.

You spoken to anyone in here who fully admitted

to what they've done?

- Does that mean we're all lying, Mr. Issac?

- The law says so, Sarah.

That's all I have to go on.

- I became a lawyer because I believed in the law.

That the good will be protected

and the bad will be punished.

But the reality doesn't match that ideal.

- I can't concern myself with what happened

before you came here, Sarah.

All I can do is look out for your welfare while you're here

and prepare yourself for what waits outside.

That's how the system works.

I trust in it and you should too.

You left this in your room again.

Thought you might be needing it.

- Don't think it will help with the digging much.

- Probably find more useful tools over there.

(grunts)

(suspenseful music)

(wings flapping)

(people chattering)

- [Harris] Any sign of her yet?

- [Officer] Nothing here!

Keep looking!

(metal bangs)

- Are you all right, my dear?

I didn't see you.

You just came out of nowhere.

Are you okay?

You look terribly shaken.

- I'm being chased by some men.

- Good lord, why?

Who are they?

- I don't know.

I was just out walking in the woods.

- Oh, poor thing.

- I saw them through the trees.

I don't know why, but they suddenly chased after me.

So I thought the worst and I panicked and ran.

- I'm sure they have given up now.

Whatever their intentions, if they shall appear,

I'll have a word or two to say.

- Please, will you help me?

- Of course I'll help you.

Get into the car and I'll take you

to the nearest police station.

- Please, I'm feeling really tired, and scared,

and I don't want a fuss.

I just need to gather my wits again.

Could you just drop me at the nearest cafe?

- Nonsense, my dear.

I'll do nothing of the sort.

You're distressed and I know all about distress, my dear.

I've not been without such an experience myself.

I empathize.

You're coming with me to my house where you can tidy up

and leave this awful experience behind you.

Ms. Steiner is my name.

Jenell T Steiner.

- Oh, thank you.

Thank you so much.

You're very kind.

Sarah Deve...

Sorry.

Excuse me.

Sarah Denton.

- Now you just relax.

You're safe now.

- Thank you.

You're very kind.

I'm so tired.

(subdued music)

- Come on.

Let's get you sorted out.

Come on, my dear.

The first thing you need is rest.

Now, you settle yourself down there

and I'll put the kettle on.

(sighs)

(water boiling)

- Hello?

Hello?

Hello, Ms. Steiner?

- [Janell] Ms. Denton, please forgive my absence.

I will join you soon to offer my assistance.

In the meantime, I have taken the liberty of providing you

with a new wardrobe.

Please feel free to change into it at any time.

Kind regards, JT Steiner.

(soft piano music)

- Good fit?

- [Sarah] Oh, yeah.

It's perfect.

- Good, because it looked ghastly on me.

(both laugh)

- It's very fetching.

Thank you.

- And I have to say it suits you.

Now, let's have a nice cup of tea.

It's rather good stuff.

- [Sarah] Perfect.

Thank you.

(both laughing)

- I see we have something in common.

- Are you sure I can't do anything to help?

- No, no.

Thank you.

It's okay.

- How long were you there for?

- The last time it was for three months.

- Wow, that's a long time.

- Yes.

By your water.

Whatever is good for you.

Yeah, you have to be, though.

It's true.

- Is it nice to be home?

- Yeah, but I love it over there.

- I think it helps you appreciate.

- Exactly.

(uptempo guitar music)

So, Sarah.

You like reading?

- Oh, I love reading.

Yeah.

- Yeah?

- You've got some really good books, actually.

- So, what do you read when you're at home?

- Well...

Actually, I really like Agatha Christie a lot.

I've not read her for ages.

- I want to show you something very special.

See over here?

- Oh.

- We talked about India, right?

- Is this from India?

- Yes.

I bought this near Amritsar.

You know where Amritsar is?

- No, no, I don't.

- Well, it's a little.

- Imagine working around some models?

Need to be on a box all the time?

That would be hard.

- It's quite funny.

- It is quite funny.

(laughing)

- So, Sarah.

How are you feeling now?

- Much better.

Thank you.

- Good, good.

I was hoping a leisurely day of us

getting to know each other would relax you.

- You're very kind.

- Not at all, my dear.

I understand what you are going through right now.

Being a beautiful woman has its drawbacks.

- I really do appreciate your help.

- How are your potatoes?

I've found that so many people have different tastes.

Don't you?

- Well, you're certainly an excellent cook.

- Yes, of being an independent woman.

- So, what do you do?

- Oh, I'm part of the diplomatic corp.

- [Sarah] Oh.

- But it's a thankless task.

And you?

- Me?

Oh, I work for a solicitor.

- Oh, how exciting.

I bet you get to see all sorts of naughty things.

- Every now and then it can be interesting,

but most of the time it's rather mundane.

- Really?

Here was me thinking that a solicitor's life

is full of master criminals and exciting court cases.

- It can be.

But for every interesting case,

there are a dozen that are nothing short of very boring.

- So, you were never privy to the secrets

of the criminal classes?

Never found out one of those delicious exposes

that the tabloids are so fond of?

- Well, client confidentiality is binding, I'm afraid.

So, even when I did find out information,

it had to be treated like a state secret.

- Oh, I'm envious.

I read so many novels about criminals.

Hiding their ill-gotten gains in offshore accounts

and secreting stolen money and jewels

in the most unexpected places.

Oh, how I wish I could hear some of your stories

about mysterious men who always stay

one step ahead of the law.

I'm absolutely fascinated by stuff like that.

- Well, as I said.

There were people like that, but not as many as you'd think.

- Oh, well.

Guess I can't persuade you to share

a little of your exciting life.

- It's not that exciting, really.

- Well, I don't know about you, Sarah,

but I'm quite tired now.

We'll see about getting you home tomorrow.

- I really can't thank you enough.

- Nonsense, my dear.

Now you just relax, and I'll see you in the morning.

(clock ticking)

No, it was impossible.

We have to try again tomorrow.

Get someone over here.

I don't want to take any chances.

(suspenseful music)

- Oh.

(gasps)

- Evening, ma'am.

Is there somewhere I can take you?

- No, thank you.

I can manage on my own.

- I'm sorry, ma'am.

I'm under strict instructions not to let you leave.

- What do you mean?

Am I a prisoner?

- Oh, no, ma'am.

On the contrary.

It's for your own protection.

(tense music)

Hello, boss.

It's Collins.

Yeah, she's secure.

I've had to stop her leaving.

Don't know.

Maybe she got scared, panicked.

About half an hour or so,

but I can stay longer if needed.

Okay.

Yeah, tell him to meet me in the drive then.

He'll have to move the car, it's too exposed.

Okay.

- Could you send Ms. Berryman in now, please?

(subdued music)

Come in.

Sit down, Ms. Berryman.

- You wanted to see me, Governor?

- Yeah, Ms. Berryman.

Heard that business about Devereaux, hey?

- Indeed.

Anything I can do to help?

- Well, some might say that you have helped enough already.

- I hope you're not implying

that I had anything to do with it.

- I'm not implying anything, Ms. Berryman.

But the fact of the matter is,

in the same week that you had recommended, almost insisted,

that Devereaux be assigned to tending my garden,

she absconded from the prison.

- With respect, Governor, I didn't insist on anything.

In fact, I think it was you who first mentioned

about working outside.

- That's not how I recall the conversation.

And unfortunately for you,

that's not how I reported it in my reports either.

- All I did was offer my professional opinion

that she needed to break away from her repetitive routine.

- Well, she's certainly broken away from it now.

So, it looks like that's in both of our interest to ensure

Devereaux is found safe and sound.

- I don't know what you expect from me, Governor.

- We pretty much have established that Devereaux

have shut herself from everyone since Desai was segregated.

But there was one particular person

she spoke to on a regular basis.

- Yes, Mr. Isaac.

I know Devereaux trusted him implicitly.

- As do I.

If Isaac had anything to tell,

I would have known about it by now.

I want to know if there is anything, anything at all,

in your sessions with Devereaux that may be of help.

Perhaps some names mentioned.

Any recent visitors.

- She hasn't had a single visitor

in all the time she's been here.

She really wasn't the type to give much away.

- Not intentionally, perhaps,

but maybe a slip of the tongue.

What about the other women?

Mehigan in particular.

She must have said something.

- Mehigan was looking to the future, not the past.

She never mentioned Devereaux.

I've seen a lot of women

and I have a lot of notes, of course.

But nothing springs to mind that may be of any help.

- Then, I suggest you go back in there

and check you notes again.

See if there is anything in particular that looks odd.

Perhaps a statement from other women

that could add up to something.

- Of course, Governor.

I can certainly do that.

I want to help all I can.

- So you should, Ms. Berryman.

For the sake of both of our professional futures.

- I'll get onto it right away.

- Oh, and Ms. Berryman.

- Yes, Governor?

- Best we keep this conversation between ourselves

for the time being, hey?

(tense music)

(Sarah yells)

(glass breaks)

(muffled screams)

- [Jenell] Hey!

(grunting)

- [Sarah] No!

Get off!

(glass shatters)

(grunting)

(Sarah screaming)

(men chattering)

- [Man In Black] Calm down.

- [Man] What the fuck are you two doing?

He ain't gonna like this, you know?

- Shut up and drive.

(muffled screaming)

- No.

Uh-uh.

No.

Get off.

Get off.

Get off, get off.

(grunting)

No!

No!

No, no!

(grunting)

No!

(Sarah screaming)

- What the fuck are you two doing?

Come on.

What the fuck are you two doing?

- [Man In Blue] Just ruffing her up a bit.

- Ruffing her up?

Listen, I say who roughs who up.

You're paid to do as you're told, not to think.

I paid for some fucking muscle, I get you two.

And you can fuck off altogether.

Too many wise-ass parties he's had.

(engine starts)

And leave the fucking van.

You know, you two are gonna do what you're paid to do.

Do I have to sort it out right here?

- Easy.

Take it easy.

- Right, get her out of there.

(grunting)

(tense music)

- Ow!

- You and I have things to talk about, don't we?

You know why you're here?

It'd be wise to start talking

before I make life really uncomfortable for you.

Do I have to introduce myself?

- I don't care who you are or your goons.

- Well, at least you're talking.

- Just to shut you up.

You're boring me.

- Don't fuck with me, lady.

I don't have time for your smart-ass remarks.

- No, but you have the time to touch me up.

(grunts)

- Listen, I'm not here to enjoy myself.

You've got information that I need.

I'm Charlie Mehigan.

- Bully for you.

- You're a tough one, I'll give you that.

But not tough enough.

You'll tell me what I want to know.

- I doubt it.

I'm telling you nothing.

- You really want the painful option?

Do you want to taste your own blood?

Do you want to die in this godforsaken dump?

- Right now, I couldn't care less.

But you're going to pay for what you

and your goons have done to me.

- To make it home, you have to be alive

when we've finished.

- Finished what?

- You've got files belonging to me and I want them back.

- What files?

(gasps)

- The files you had before you were banged up.

- Hit me all you want, big man.

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

- Strip her.

- Is there any news on Devereaux?

- Not yet, Gov.

We searched all the local areas.

- We mustn't let this get out until we are

absolutely sure we've done all we can.

Understood?

- Of course, Governor.

I'm still interviewing some of the inmates.

But if anyone knows anything, I'll get it out of them.

- Mehigan has to know something.

I'm sure of it.

- Nice of you to hang around.

If you don't tell me what I want to know,

we're gonna hurt you.

- Go to hell.

(whip cracks) (Sarah screams)

(whip cracks)

Ow!

- So has anything happened yet?

- Nothing in particular.

It's just been silent.

- He's not said anything?

- Nothing useful.

- I think she may believe we can't kill her.

Fuck.

She's a tough one, isn't she?

- So's he, mind.

- Yeah.

Don't I know it.

- You'd better go.

- Yeah.

Well, just keep me posted, yeah?

- Yeah.

Yeah, will do.

(whip cracks) (Sarah screams)

- Ow!

Ow!

(whip cracks) (Sarah screams)

Ow!

(whip cracks) (Sarah screams)

(whip cracking)

- That's just a taste of what you're gonna get

if you don't tell me where the files are.

- I don't know anything about any files.

I was just doing my job with Mehigan's wife.

- Think you're pretty tough, don't you?

- I think you're insane.

- That may be.

That just may be.

Or maybe I just don't care, huh?

- Then you are insane.

- You're a fool.

You're waiting for a knight in shining armor.

Do you honestly think you can last longer than me?

- Enough to see you get what's coming to you?

Yes.

(whip cracks) (Sarah screams)

Ow.

(whip cracks)

Ow!

(whip cracks)

(Sarah whimpers)

- What the hell do you think you're doing?

- Just making sure you have all that you need, Ms. Berryman.

You're quite thick with the inmates in your short time here.

- The governor has asked me to look into these files

and that's just exactly what I'm going to do.

- Try not to disappoint him.

He's an ambitious man and I'd hate to see

his reputation tarnished at such a critical time.

You understand?

- I'm beginning to.

- Excellent.

(metal clanks)

(grunting)

(suspenseful music)

(door rattling)

(Sarah screams)

- [Man] Shh.

Take it easy.

Cooperate and you'll be safe.

- What do you care, you animal?

(Sarah screams)

(grunting)

- Where are you going?

- Let go of me, you bastard!

Ow!

- You're about to find out what real pain is.

Hold her down.

- [Man] Just tell him what he has to know.

(gasping)

- Try again, shall we?

Just to help you think, brought along some beauty treatment.

- Fuck off!

- That wasn't nice.

I think I'm just gonna have to spoil

that lovely face of yours.

See what this can do.

Imagine what that would do to your lovely face.

- You wouldn't.

Not even a monster like you would stoop to that.

- I can stoop a lot lower.

I'm actually thinking of skinning you alive.

Skin you and feed you to my dogs.

- You really are mad.

- Not mad, princess.

Just determined.

I have this overwhelming desire

to suck your eyeball out of your head.

Have you any idea the agony?

Do you know how loud your screams would be?

I do.

I've done it before.

Tastes like an olive.

I think I'll just start with the eyes.

(Sarah screams)

(knocking on door)

- Hello, is anybody there?

We got a report for service.

Open the door, it's the police.

(tense music)

I know someone's in there.

I heard a scream.

Open this door.

- [Man On Radio] L543, have you determined location?

- Yeah, confirmed at location.

- [Man On Radio] Have you gained access to the premises?

- No.

No response.

I might have to call a sentry.

- [Man On Radio] Abort.

Back to the station, Constable.

- Confirm abort.

- [Man On Radio] Affirmative.

- Roger.

(Sarah grunts)

(car receding)

- You know, Devereaux.

I don't think you care what I do to you.

This is not my style.

I don't like hurting women.

- Let me go.

I don't know anything about any files.

- Do you know, I actually admire you in some ways.

You're almost as tough as my wife.

- I swear to God, I don't know what you're talking about.

- Funny how everybody mentions God

just as they're about to die.

If I'm not gonna see them files, nobody's gonna see them.

- Wait, you can't just kill me.

- Wait, boss.

- Shut the fuck up.

- He's right, boss.

We need to be careful.

- I'm being careful.

I'm tying up loose ends.

- She'll talk.

Won't you, Devereaux?

- I've had enough of you two.

Shut the fuck up.

- I can tell you one thing.

Killing me won't keep them hidden.

(gasping)

- Moments like this are almost orgasmic.

(gasping)

- I wouldn't do that if I were you.

- Thank fuck for that.

- [Charlie] What the fuck are you doing here?

- Surprised, are we, Charlie?

- I'll say.

This has got fuck all to do with you.

- Au contraire, Mr. Mehigan.

This has everything to do with me.

Or should I say my organization.

- You mean she's one of yours?

- No, Charlie.

She's one of ours.

And that is precisely why you will remove that thing

from around her neck and leave, now.

- I've done all of your dirty work.

Don't interfere with mine.

- You have two options.

You leave now and forget all about

this unfortunate episode and we will be in touch,

or we end our relationship right here and now.

I don't think you'd want that, do you?

- Fuck you.

- I won't tell you again, Charlie.

(Charlie grunts)

Take care of her, gentlemen.

- What about him, boss?

- You fuckers have played me.

- Oh, I wouldn't say that.

You'll still work for us occasionally

and everything will be fine.

Actually, I've got something lined up for you soon.

We'll be in touch.

- [Charlie] There fucking better be.

- You bastard.

You almost killed me.

You bastard!

- Settle down, missy.

Settle down.

It's all over now.

It's all over now.

- Who the fuck are you two?

- We're part of the same team, Charlie.

Just looking out for our employee's interests.

- She better be fucking worth it.

- So, all worked out well in the end.

- Indeed.

Though, I though at one point

it was going to go horribly wrong.

- You really must increase security here, you know?

(tense music)

(grunting)

(punches thudding)

Nevertheless, Ms. Berryman working for Charlie Mehigan

proves that you can't be too careful.

- Lesson learned, Councilor.

- Do you think he would have used Devereaux's evidence?

- No.

No, I don't think so.

He just wanted the same as us, but for different reasons.

- Would've been awkward, nonetheless.

A lot of sensitive information of our colleagues in there.

- That's why we couldn't take any chances.

That kind of evidence is more useful in our hands.

We make so much better use of it.

- Absolutely.

So, how did you manage to recover the plans

after Charlie's men had abducted Devereaux from the house?

- Well, I wasn't quite sure when to assign

Devereaux to the garden.

They didn't want to make things too obvious

and draw the attention of Mrs. Mehigan.

So when Ms. Berryman came to see me and suggested it,

I saw that as the golden opportunity.

We really must fine-tune our security protocols.

- After all, we can only be as strong as our weakest link.

- My idea to leave Devereaux in the garden,

encouraging an escape attempt, went according to plan.

As did your turn in county, Councilor.

- Just lucky I managed to get to her in time

after your text.

But I've been wondering why you were so sure

that she would abscond.

- That was inevitable.

Enhancing the rumors that Mehigan was out to get her,

leaving her to stew in her cell

rather than making her exercise,

and the reverse psychology

of Berryman's welfare meeting with her,

all added fuel to her paranoia.

(laughs)

Even the guards chatted about how they knew

to be on the lookout for some trouble.

You know, it is strange that Berryman thought

her meeting with Devereaux somehow

would reassure her of her safety.

Make her more vulnerable when Charlie

abduct her from the garden.

But it had the opposite effect.

She decided to leave on her own

with some input from us, of course.

- [Harris] Any sign of her yet?

- Nothing here!

Keep looking!

(subdued music)

- I see her!

- [Governor] When she had made the move,

we just had to make sure we sent her in the right direction.

A bit like herding cattle, one might say.

(Governor and Janell laugh)

- So, the recovery plans, Governor.

- Indeed.

Well, I ordered for the investigation

using the justification of Devereaux's escape,

but nothing came from it.

The inmates were saying nothing.

Then, a stroke of luck.

- [Ann] You better get back then.

- Okay.

Well, just keep me posted, yeah?

- She managed to listen in and knew immediately

it was Helen and Ms. Berryman.

- Fortunate, indeed.

- Yes.

This immediately identified Ann

as an accomplice of the Mehigan clan.

And someone would probably know where Devereaux was.

- Yes, Governor.

She's at an old boatyard in Hampshire.

We can be there in half an hour.

- An impressively prompt reaction, Governor.

- [Governor] Yes.

Issac and O'Toole went immediately to the hideout.

(grunting)

(bone cracks)

- Good men by all accounts.

- Yes.

And loyal.

(grunting)

(bones crack)

They took the two goons to our friends in Berkshire.

They'll see to them when the dust settles.

- But your men didn't liberate Devereaux?

- No.

Not at that point.

You see, events had overtaken us.

We just had to let it play out until maybe Devereaux

had to reveal what we all want to know.

- But our Ms. Devereaux turned out to be

a lot tougher than we all thought.

- Too tough for her own good.

If we hadn't been there.

- I know of Charlie naturally.

He's the kind of man who has been very useful to us

on many occasions dealing with our issues.

But a little unpredictable at times.

What shall we do with him?

- I wouldn't worry too much about Charlie Mehigan.

He'll be stewing for a while,

but he'll settle when we give him another project.

He knows what side his bread is buttered.

- And Ms. Berryman?

- Quite frankly, I think she could be useful to us.

She has been reassigned,

but under no illusions as to who she now works for.

- Good.

Excellent.

Job well done, Governor.

- [Governor] Thank you.

- I trust that Ms. Devereaux will be dealt with accordingly.

- Naturally, Councilor.

- Ah, good to have you back, missy.

- I'm not altogether sure I can

say the same thing, Mr. Isaac.

- Come now.

Haven't you missed me just a little bit?

- It's funny, but I have a feeling

you weren't too far away most of the time anyway.

- I suppose it's too much to ask for you

to stay away from trouble for just a little while.

- Should be telling trouble to stay away from me.

I feel like it stalks me.

- Well, for now you've got a special chat

with the governor to look forward to.

Aren't you a lucky girl.

- Maybe today, Mr. Isaac.

I think I am.

- [Governor] Come in.

Good day, Devereaux.

Sit down.

- Thank you, Governor.

- My, what a carry on of late, hey?

- Indeed.

Quite a carry on.

- I do hope you're okay.

They didn't harm you too much?

I feel a bit responsible and I would like

to help you overcome this awful experience.

- They tried, Governor, but they were just goons.

No one's getting my dossier without paying for it.

- What do you mean, Ms. Devereaux?

- Don't play the naive old fuddy-duddy, Governor.

You and I both know I have something you and your friends

have been trying to get hold of for some time.

- So, you think you know what's going on then, hey?

- Of course.

I'm not stupid.

- Oh, I realize that, Ms. Devereaux.

That's why I'm prepared to offer you an arrangement.

- It better be a good one.

- Oh, it is.

It is.

- Then, I'm listening.

- [Vibha] You weren't gonna just leave

without saying goodbye, were you?

- Harris told me you'd already left.

I should know better than to believe

a thing that woman says.

- Yeah, well.

That's the last we'll ever see of her.

- Let's hope so.

- I really can't thank you enough

for all you've done for me.

- That's what friends are for.

- And I promise I won't let you down.

I'm never going back again.

Like you always said, look forward, not back.

- Excellent.

I take it you're headed to your cousin's place?

- Yeah.

I should be off in a bit.

How about you?

- I've got a lift.

He's a bit late though.

- He?

- Oh, it's not like that.

He's a business colleague.

You know me, Vibha.

I've got plans.

- I'm not gonna see you again, am I?

- Never say never, but we all have

our paths to follow, don't we?

Something to remember me by.

Don't worry.

I deleted all Isaac's rubbish off it.

- Thank you.

(subdued music)

(door buzzes)

I'll never forget you, Sarah Devereaux.

(door buzzes)

- You're late.

- Let's just say traffic was busy

and the side lanes are bad this late.

- Well, I don't like my employees to be late.

Especially ones who've tried to kill me.

- That's just business, honey.

We both work for the same team now, huh?

- Understand this, Mr. Mehigan.

My team employ your team.

We pay, you do.

- Sure, anything you say.

Just get in and tell me what the job is.

- My bag's coming too.

(engine starts)