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FERGUSON: You were lucky
to have that transgender
person there to help.
You know, her name's Maxine.
Are you okay?
Thanks so much for what you did.
NASH: The gear that
Bates is gonna give to Franky
is not all it's
cracked up to be.
There is a bad stash of
gear coming into the prison.
It's called Pink Dragon.
- What do you want?
- A hit.
Junkies never change, do they?
You talk about these
women being a family,
and then you pump
them full of crap gear.
Aaaaah!
How is this fair?
I'm the victim here.
Who's that?
Vera's told me so
much about you.
Miss Ferguson's kindly
brought us some dinner.
Be a damn sight better than
what you've been feeding me.
You idiot.
FERGUSON: She'll be up for
at least another seven years.
Is that how you look
after your friends?
Got a Code Black in H4.
FLETCH: This is the same
pink shit I confiscated from H2.
Well, you obviously
didn't find it all, did you?
♪ You don't know me ♪
♪ When I don't know you ♪
♪ You don't know me ♪
♪ When I don't know you ♪
♪ You're calling me in ♪
♪ You're catching me out ♪
- ♪ You're calling me in ♪
- ♪ You don't know me ♪
- ♪ You're catching me out ♪
- ♪ When I don't know you ♪
- ♪ You're calling me in ♪
- ♪ You don't know me ♪
- ♪ You're catching me out ♪
- ♪ When I don't know you ♪
- ♪ You're calling me in ♪
- ♪ You don't know me ♪
- ♪ You're catching me out ♪
- ♪ When I don't know you ♪
FERGUSON: They need to see this.
I had a contract with these
prisoners, and they broke it.
You're punishing everyone
for the actions of one or two.
Exactly.
Look at them, Vera.
It's the herd mentality
that drives these women.
If we show an ounce of weakness,
the herd will sense it.
I'm here as a peer
worker, Franky,
to make sure you're all right.
[Exhales sharply]
Fuck me.
I hope you're
happy with yourself.
Yeah, I'm pumped.
Check it out.
Aah!
You hear what Ferguson
did to the garden?
She took a Bobcat to
it. The shed, everything.
- It's all gone.
- Nazi bitch.
No, you're the bitch.
You're responsible, Franky.
Nash, the magpie. You!
You wrecked everything.
Whew! Not feeling
loved up here, Dors.
You got to work
on your peer shit.
You know what? Fuck being
a peer worker, and fuck you!
You've ruined everything
for your own selfish
bloody purposes.
I didn't hear you complaining
when I got you free
time with lover boy.
WILL: Everything okay, ladies?
We are sweet as pie, Mr. J.
Isn't that right, Dors?
Okay, then, Franky.
Holiday's over.
You'd love him, Bea.
He's... Well, he's my savior.
This is the first time he's
visited, though, yeah?
Well, he's busy.
With work. He travels a lot.
I just really wish
you could meet him.
He'd like you.
You never actually told me
what happened between you two.
Nice do, Maxie.
A word?
- I'm sorry about Simmo.
- No, you're not.
I mightn't have liked the slag,
but it was a shitty way to go.
Yeah, and it was your
crap gear that did it.
What Simmo did,
she did it to herself.
Just want to make
sure we're sweet.
Oh, really? You know,
I found her, Franky.
Needle was still
sticking out of her arm
with some of your
pink crap still in it.
What do you mean, the
pink crap was still in it?
She hadn't even finished the
whole hit before it killed her.
You sure it was pink?
Hey. Boob cozies.
[Chuckles] You can
have them when I leave.
- Cool!
- Make a bikini.
Yeah, I'd look good in a bikini.
- Oh, you're back.
- Get the fuck over here.
Did you sell some
of the Pink Dragon?
What? No, I never.
Look at my face, Booms.
I don't fucking believe you.
That shit hadn't been cut yet.
I did what you told me
to do. I hid it in me cell.
You gave some to Simmo.
- No, Franky.
- I never.
Then you sold it to someone
who gave it to Simmo.
No, I-I didn't!
F-Franky, she's
telling the truth.
How the fuck would you know?
Because I was here when
Fletch tossed the cell, right?
He found the gear
in her mattress,
and she hadn't opened it.
So how did Simmo
get her hands on it?
- How do you know she did?
- 'Cause I fucking know.
- Maybe Fletcher sold it to her.
- What?
He's been a bit grumpier
than normal, hasn't he?
I wouldn't be a bit
surprised if he was bent.
Oh, Jesus wept.
- You clean it.
- Stuff that.
I've had enough of this shit.
One of these delicate
flowers here can do it.
Here we go. Goldilocks.
- Got a job for you.
- I-I've got a visitor.
Not for 20 minutes
you haven't, mate.
Plenty of time to mop
up this spew here.
I don't really want
to smell of vomit.
FLETCH: I don't give a flying
fig what you want to smell of.
You'll mop it up, or I'll
write you up a charge.
- VERA: Fletch!
- I've got a visitor.
I'll can your visit, Conway.
Okay, is that clear?
Unless you mop this up now.
Look, I'll do it
afterwards, okay?
- No, you take the fucking mop.
- VERA: Fletch!
- Oh, Jesus Christ.
- Oh!
Is that all you got,
Hollywood, huh?
Get off the fucking
floor and take the mop!
I will take care of this!
Just go away!
Go!
Pussies.
Can I help?
Do you mind if I...
I'm not very good at
putting on makeup.
MAXINE: Yeah.
Thank you.
It was self-defense.
You stuck a garden fork in
a man's genitals, Francesca.
Yeah, that's the bit I was
defending myself from.
This is an act that
suggests a certain level
of intentional malice.
Good.
Uh, and you assert
that he was going to
rape you in the garden
shed, is that right?
Yeah, well, the
fucking penthouse suite
was taken, wasn't it?
Mr. Bates says
you came on to him.
I don't eat sausage.
I'm a "vagitarian."
And what does that mean?
[Chuckles] Fuck.
[Indistinct conversations]
Hey, Maxie. How
you going? You okay?
You... You look great.
It's really good to see you.
Martin, what's wrong?
Why are you here?
- Has something happened to Gary?
- No.
Sit.
They won't let Gary visit.
Why?
Hey, sis! How are you?
[Laughs]
Ohh! Good to see you.
It's good to see you.
Yeah, look at you.
You're looking good.
- I'm feeling good too.
- Yeah?
NA is keeping me on
the straight and narrow.
That's deadly, sis. You
know, I'm so happy for you.
I freaked when you called.
I mean, shit, Dor.
Yeah.
Martin, I need to see him.
They haven't let me call him.
I need to explain to him why
it happened the way it did.
I mean, I-I need to tell him.
I need to tell him I love him.
Well, I can do that for you.
No! I need to tell him myself!
Gary has been headhunted.
He's got a big project
starting in New Zealand.
He won't be back for months.
Not until the trial.
I need to see him
before he goes.
Hey. He never deserved you.
Maxie, the way he treated you.
You're too bloody good
for that, brother of mine.
No reasonable person
is going to believe
that you were justified
in castrating a man.
Well, they don't
have to believe it.
The only question to be asked
is whether the accused believed,
upon reasonable grounds,
whether it was
necessary in self-defense
to do what he or she did.
Zecevic v. DPP, 1987.
Thanks so much for doing this.
I'm sorry about all the
crap I put you through.
No, you're right.
No, true.
You were really
good to me and Kaiya.
Not everyone sees
things the same way.
GRAHAM: Well, aren't
you the smart one?
You know what?
- What?
- You're sacked.
- You'll regret this.
- Ooh! I'm scared!
[Door opens]
VERA: All right, hair.
Give it a good shake.
Okay, mouth.
Wide.
Okay. Bend over.
Okay, part your cheeks.
That's it.
Put your T-shirt on.
What's in the bank, Dors?
Nothing.
I'll stand here all
day if I have to.
Let Boomer go fishing?
- It's not drugs.
- Oi, Booms!
All right! All right.
- [Door opens]
- BOOMER: What?
Get us a cuppa, will you?
- BOOMER: Get it yourself.
- Can you at least turn around?
It's not like I haven't
seen your Janey before.
[Sighs]
Well?
Okay. I'm late.
And I've been crook.
Ha! Didn't you use protection?
Piss off.
Preggers, are you?
I don't know.
That's why I got it.
Well, you better hope the
Grim Reaper doesn't find out.
[Whacks blade on floor]
Your hesitation cost you.
You have the
instinct and the desire.
What you lack is the
ability to follow through.
My opponent lost his balance.
That made him vulnerable.
Why did you stop?
It was the sporting thing to do.
It was the weak thing to do.
The time to strike is
when he is on his knees.
A lesser opponent will rise up
if you give him the
slightest opportunity.
You must be ruthless.
- [Keys jingling]
- You wanted to see me, Governor.
Yes, Vera.
We need to get to
the bottom of this, uh,
garden contraband racket.
And to be perfectly honest...
I am stuck.
Why don't you personally take
charge of that investigation?
I'm giving you a full mandate
to do whatever it takes
to pin Doyle for it.
We both know she was behind it.
It's important that we
make an example of her.
- Just get someone to talk.
- The women won't lag.
Well, then you will
find another way.
Just bring me proof.
Is there a problem?
Time to step up, Vera.
I'm giving you a
chance to prove yourself.
Come on. Help me
here. I believe in you.
You just need to
believe in yourself.
Thank you, Governor.
Come on.
Come on, open up.
Open up.
Mum, I...
I had a good day at work today.
I think Joan is starting
to trust me more.
Joan.
- What?
- The governor.
You remember?
She brought us tea.
She lets me call her that.
She's given me a
very important job.
You'll fail. You always do.
Hey, come on. You've
got to eat something.
[Moaning] I'm in terrible pain.
I know. You're not due another
morphine shot till midnight.
[Exhales slowly]
You've always been a
disappointment to me, Vera.
Even as a little girl, you
never had much spirit.
I think that was
because you were...
What was it they used to
call you, Vera, when you...
The kids at school. Huh?
I don't remember, Mum.
Stinky Pants. Was that it?
After you wet yourself
at show and tell.
I could still hear them when
I'd pick you up from school.
"Here comes Vera Stinky Pants!
[Laughing] Stinky
Pants, Stinky Pants!"
- [Wheezing, coughing]
- Oh, Mum.
- [Gasping]
- Mum!
No, no. No, sit up.
Come on. Try and sit up.
Why are you putting me
through this, Vera?! Why?!
I am trying to take care of you.
No, you're not! Stop the pain!
I can't! I can't!
[Crying] For God's
sake, stop the...
- Help!
- I don't know what to do, Mum!
- Do something!
- Ow!
Something! Something!
How's Goldilocks?
What is your
problem with Maxine?
I don't have a
problem with him, Vera.
As long as he does as he's told.
- [Indistinct conversations]
- [Steam hisses]
Hey, I noticed your cell
door was closed all morning.
A heads-up... The
women don't really like that.
You want to talk about it?
Well, I'm gonna be here
for the next, mm, 12 years,
so if you change your mind...
- [Coughing]
- Oh. Oh, whoa, whoa.
Hey, might want to give
that one another wash, eh?
Okay, that's lunch.
Right on cue. You right?
Come on. Come on, Dor.
Not you, Doyle.
So, we both know you were behind
the drop box in the garden shed.
How's your mum, Miss Bennett?
Boomer's looking at
some serious drug charges.
Word is she's in a bad way.
So you're really gonna
let her take the fall?
[Sighs]
- Boomer's a scapegoat.
- She's your scapegoat.
It wasn't me. And
it wasn't Booms.
You ask me, it was
one of the officers.
Is that the best
that you've got?
It's pretty good.
That Walford guard, Steve,
he was smuggling shit in,
leaving it in the shed for
one of his mates to pick up.
The contraband was
found in Boomer's cell.
'Cause it was planted
there once the shit hit the fan.
That's not gonna wash.
Well, from what I hear, the
officer found it in no time.
Practically went straight
to where it was stashed.
Like he knew it was there.
You seen Mr. Fletcher lately?
Does he look like
he's been using?
Hmm.
You're all no different to us.
You just wear a fancy uniform.
Go to lunch.
I am sorry about your
mum, Miss Bennett.
[Indistinct conversations]
He cut my hair off, Bea.
Gary?
I mean, he paid for the surgery.
He told me if that's
what I wanted,
he'd support me 100%.
My shrink warned me.
Gary was more interested in
me as a cross-dressing gay man.
I said I'm not gay.
I'm a woman. And
I always have been.
Bea, I had this fantasy
I was gonna emerge from
the chrysalis like a butterfly.
Turns out Gary preferred
his butterfly with a cock.
One night I woke up and...
He was hacking my hair
off with some scissors.
Before I knew it, I...
I grabbed them and
I... I stabbed him.
My hair, I had to shave it off.
That's why I wear this wig.
If I could just see
him for five minutes.
That's all I'd need to
make him understand.
- You...
- [Woman screaming]
My veins!
[Whimpering]
It's my veins!
Sierra Four calling
Sierra Seven.
I need medical assistance
in the dining room, please.
Copy that.
It's all right, Marge.
Marge. We've got this.
Let me have a look. It's okay.
MAXINE: Hold on.
Can you call medical, tell them
I'm bringing down a prisoner...
Marge Novak.
Marge, listen to me. Marge.
Are you hep C positive?
[Sobbing]
Okay. You need to come down
with me and get cleaned up.
Well done, Max.
Don't let her bleed on the food!
It's gonna be all right.
Here you go. They'll do
until you get to the staff room.
- Thanks, Rose.
- You're welcome.
All right.
All right.
Any cuts on your
hands? Let me look.
- Yeah, Rose?
- Yeah?
Where do you want me to put
these contaminated clothes?
Ah, just dump them
in the basket there.
I'll put them
through the laundry.
Hey, how's Novak?
It was her varicose veins.
And she's also a hemophiliac.
WILL: Oh, okay.
ROSE: Fine.
Oh.
It's a [Clears throat]
bit on the small side.
Looks good.
- WILL: Okay.
- Uh, okay, your turn.
Pop these on for me
and throw your clothes
in the basket for me.
Thanks very much.
Any cuts on your hands at all?
Let me have a look.
Yeah. Sorry, this is a
little too small for you.
So you lied when you said...
ROSE: Is that what
it says on the tag?
WILL: I can tell by the smell,
the fabric softener she uses.
ROSE: Okay.
[Line ringing]
MAXINE: It's Maxine.
Listen, I really need
to see you again.
I've called in the SESG
to conduct a formal search
of all prison officers
for contraband.
A search of the officers?
I asked you to get to the
bottom of garden-shed drop box
and pinning Franky Doyle for it,
not to conduct an
operation on colleagues.
I do understand that.
A security search in this prison
reflects very poorly on my
staff and especially on me.
It is not my intention to
embarrass you, Governor.
Well, then explain to
me why you've gone
and completely ignored my order.
I'm doing exactly
what you ordered.
I have reason to
suspect Mr. Fletcher
of smuggling in the
contraband from Walford.
[Indistinct radio chatter]
What's going on?
What are you doing in my locker?
Miss Bennett has
brought in the SESG
to conduct a
search of the staff.
They're amino acids.
In daily portions.
Ms. Bennett?
Mr. Fletcher, the SESG
are going to test that material
for illicit substances.
What?
I'm gonna have to ask
you to leave the premises
until the matter is resolved.
I told you, they're
bloody amino acids!
You need to leave, Mr. Fletcher.
LIZ: Dor?
Yeah?
- Hey! Ah, here she is.
- Hey.
I missed you at lunch.
You must be crook.
Yeah, heard about you
spewing in the pillow case.
Yeah, that was a
little gift for C Block.
We brought you
some dry biscuits.
Oh. No. [Gags]
If you're that crook, why
don't you go see the nurse?
I don't need to.
Oh, my God. Dors,
you're preggers!
- Dor!
- Sneaky little bugger!
- With Nash, eh?
- Yeah. Shh!
Are you okay with
it? Are you all right?
Well, I want a baby
more than anything.
But I just don't want
to bring it up in here.
Oh, no, well, Kaiya
was all right, wasn't she?
- BEA: Did you tell anyone else?
- Franky.
- What?
- She made me tell.
But we have to keep it a secret.
We can't tell anyone.
Oh, Dor, we can't
keep it a secret.
You are gonna get huge.
Oh, no, just for a
couple of months.
Just till Nash gets out.
I don't want this to
stuff up his parole.
Oh, love.
Oh, my Dor!
- [Laughter]
- Ohh!
There you go, Mum.
Okay, that's it.
No, not enough.
Mum, it's the maximum
dose. Any more is dangerous.
Pain!
Just give it a minute.
[Moaning]
[Moaning intensifies]
[Moaning continues]
[Echoing] Vera!
Vera! Why, Vera?!
The pain!
Why are you doing this to me?!
I'm gonna die!
[Moaning]
I'm weak!
Let me go, Vera!
[Moaning, shouting indistinctly]
- Shut up.
- Vera! [Moaning]
- Shut up.
- Vera!
Shut up.
Shut up, shut up.
Shut up! Shut up!
Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!
Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!
Shut up!
[Moaning and shouting stop]
[Cellphone rings]
It's Governor Ferguson.
Governor. Yes?
The lab results came back
on the suspicious powder
found in Mr. Fletcher's locker.
Right.
It's a common amino
acid supplement.
Biologically dubious
but perfectly legal.
I am extremely
disappointed, Vera.
You have really let me down.
I'm sorry.
Yes.
Well, I'm not the only one
you should be apologizing to.
We'll speak tomorrow.
[Dial tone]
[Beeps]
[Up-tempo rock music playing]
I am so sorry.
I don't know what
I was thinking.
Franky Doyle planted a seed
about you smuggling in
the contraband from Walford.
LINDA: Matt, got you a freshy.
Vera.
Not your mum, is it?
Sorry.
LINDA: What was that about?
FLETCH: Don't know, don't care.
LINDA: [Laughs]
FLETCH: Let's have
another drink, huh?
LINDA: [Laughs]
[Clanks]
Sorry, Marge.
Are you feeling all right?
It's me veins.
Bloody hell, they go and
then they bleed and bleed,
and I die every time.
[Chuckles] But they
gave me a little pill.
It's a miracle.
It's a miracle pill.
It stops the blood.
Makes it thicker.
I tell you, it's a miracle drug.
[Chuckles]
I die every time, but... [Sighs]
[Speaks Polish]
What did you say?
Hemo. Hemophiliac.
Yes, I know that. But
what did you say before?
They upped me dose.
Might have bled to death, eh?
So the drugs stop the bleeding.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Stopped it, love.
Bloody miracle, eh?
What are you after?
I hope you feel
better soon, Marge.
Governor called me this morning.
My suspension's been lifted.
A-About last night. Are we okay?
Yeah, sure.
Fletch.
Hey, I'm taking
a pi... You right?!
Get the fuck out, mate!
You think you're pretty
fucking clever, don't you?
Can you open my door, please?
Why? You in fear for your
personal safety, are you?
I've got a fucking
reputation to think of.
I don't give a fat fuck
about your reputation.
Not since you
crapped all over mine.
I don't know what
you're talking about.
Start talking, or
I'll choke you out.
You're a bent
screw and I know it.
That's bullshit.
- You sold that gear to Simmo.
- You know fuck-all.
You idiot. I'm gonna
make your pathetic life hell.
I'm in prison.
It's already hell.
It's a fucking holiday camp.
Ha! You must have gone to
some fucked-up camps as a kid.
It explains a lot.
- Yap, yap, yapping, Doyle.
- [Knock on door]
Hey. What's going on in here?
What is going on?
- Are you all right?
- Yeah.
- What was that about?
- Nothing.
Fucking Fletch.
I'm gonna get that prick.
You're on.
Come on, love. You've got
to start eating something.
I can't. I'll only chuck it up.
LIZ: I'm only fussing
'cause I love you.
You got to have something.
I'll eat it if you don't.
Oi. Fletch is coming.
DOREEN: Yeah,
I'll only chuck it up.
Can I have another form?
LIZ: Come on,
try that. It's fine.
I need the form. In there.
Oh, oh.
[Alarm wails]
What's going on?
[Alarm wailing]
Sierra Seven
calling Sierra Five.
- Panic alarm in the kitchen.
- Jesus.
Panic alarm in the kitchen.
Sierra Five. I copy
that. I'm on my way.
[Alarm wailing continues]
Oh!
Oh!
Aah.
[Grunts]
Check her out!
She's got vinegar tits!
[Grunts]
[Laughter echoing]
Hey, vinegar tits!
[Laughter continues]
Vinegar tits!
'Cause she's got
vinegar on her tits
and you can see them!
Vinegar tits!
- Get off me!
- Just relax!
Pressure, and keep
the swelling down.
You can take it off to shower.
[Speaking indistinctly]
RITA: Stinky Pants.
Stinky Pants. Stinky...
[Laughing] Stinky Pants.
Stinky Pants! Stinky Pants!
Stinky Pants,
Stinky Pants... Vera!
What's that smell?
It's vinegar.
Oh, Vera.
Vera, Vera, Vera.
The prisoners...
There's no point in looking
to the prisoners for blame.
What do you expect from them?
They smell weakness, of
course they're gonna attack.
It's as instinctive
as breathing.
I think it might be best if
you took some time off.
You're too distracted.
Your mother's illness,
it's taking all your focus.
Ms. Miles can assume
your responsibilities.
I guess I was wrong about you.
You're just not
up to it, are you?
Go home, Vera.
Take care of your mother.
[Indistinct conversations]
I was thinking of fixing
up my place on the weir.
The water's back on now, so...
The fishing's pretty good.
Reddies, a few
trout. Bloody carp.
It sounds nice.
This little one
called a werewolf.
I'll take you up
there if you like.
I could teach you
how to fly-fish, eh?
Are you okay, Vera?
Fuck off, Linda.
Look, I'm telling you,
that drink machine
stole two bucks off me.
I put it in and I pressed the
button and nothing came out.
OFFICER ON P.A.:
Visiting hours are now over.
Thank you.
Oi.
- Where's your pass?
- Um...
It's here somewhere.
Come on, mate. You're
holding everyone up.
- Oh, sorry.
- Look, hey, move.
Move over here. Find it.
Sorry.
[Echoing] Sorry.
Maxine?
Maxine!
Will!
Will, it's Conway!
It's Conway! Stop her!
It's Conway! Stop her!
It's Conway!
[Crying] Please let me
go! Let me go! Let me go!
Please!
Please! [Sobs]
Miss Bennett.
Can I have my wig back?
No.
Please.
If you wanted your wig,
you shouldn't have
thrown it away.
[Door locks]
Didn't see you at
lunch today, Red.
Wasn't hungry.
Not preggers, are you?
You thinking about
becoming a doctor?
Why not? You're thinking
about becoming a lawyer.
Yeah, good luck with that.
Hey, Smiles. Surprised
to see you back.
No thanks to you.
You must have
kissed somebody's ass.
No prizes for guessing whose.
- What do you want?
- Bit of dirt.
Plenty of that in the
garden now, all for free.
[Groans]
- Usual arrangement?
- Mm-hmm.
Who do you want the dirt on?
Fletcher.
- He's as clean as they come.
- Bullshit.
The gear he found in
Boomer's cell, he scored some.
- Says who?
- Says me.
- Didn't happen.
- How do you know that?
'Cause I saw what he found
right after he tossed the cell.
- So he got into it after that.
- Didn't have a chance to.
He handed the whole
package to the governor.
To Ferguson?
No fucking way.
That's what I saw, Franky.
Make sure the
money's in by Friday.
Want to make a night of it.
[Knock on door]
Yes.
Governor, Franky Doyle.
- Thank you, Mr. Jackson.
- Thanks, Mr. J.
If this is about the lawyer
that you've dismissed,
I'm afraid you've
burnt that bridge.
Good. I'd rather rep myself.
Because you're so much
smarter than everyone else?
I hope you don't overestimate
your knowledge of the law.
I don't claim to be an expert.
But I do know an indictable
offense when I see one.
Take Simmo's
death, for instance.
No, you've lost me.
How is suicide an
indictable offense?
Trafficking a drug
of dependence.
15 years for a
commercial quantity.
No doubt that knowledge
will come in very
handy for you one day.
[Chuckles]
Why did you want to see me?
I know who sold Simmo the gear.
- Who?
- You.
And how do you know that?
Prima facie evidence.
The gear that you had possession
of ended up in Simmo's veins.
- And you can prove this?
- Maybe.
Or, um...
maybe you could return
the gear to its rightful owner...
and I can forget it.
[Inhales slowly]
You're very sure of yourself.
I like that.
But you have a tendency
to overplay your hand.
Could always ring the ombudsman,
make a shitload of noise.
[Dial tone]
Are we done?
I think we are done.
How do you know it was suicide?
You said it was suicide.
Maybe it was an accidental OD.
Simone Slater had a
history of drug abuse.
I'm sure she knew exactly
what she was doing.
Then why wasn't there
any blood in the syringe?
She should have drawn
blood into the syringe,
make sure she was in a vein.
- Every junkie knows that.
- How do you know she didn't?
Because the gear left in
the needle was pink, not red.
So she didn't inject herself.
Someone gave her a hot shot.
You know, if you really
want to play detective, Doyle,
I have a far more
interesting mystery for you.
How do you think we knew exactly
where the drugs were stashed?
You should be less concerned
with how Simmo expired
and more worried
about the fact that
you have an
informer in your ranks.
[Footsteps]
♪ Broken glass is thrown away ♪
♪ The splinters left
become your pain ♪
♪ Funny how trouble
won't fade away ♪
♪ What's in your veins
stays in your veins ♪
♪ I try not to break ♪
♪ But sometimes it's
more than I can take ♪
♪ Blood is thicker
than water, they say ♪
♪ But I've tried to
wash my blood away ♪
♪ Funny how those
colors won't leave a trace ♪
♪ The ones that leave
the deepest pain ♪
♪ I try not to break ♪
♪ But sometimes it's
more than I can take ♪
[Clatters]
---
FERGUSON: You were lucky
to have that transgender
person there to help.
You know, her name's Maxine.
Are you okay?
Thanks so much for what you did.
NASH: The gear that
Bates is gonna give to Franky
is not all it's
cracked up to be.
There is a bad stash of
gear coming into the prison.
It's called Pink Dragon.
- What do you want?
- A hit.
Junkies never change, do they?
You talk about these
women being a family,
and then you pump
them full of crap gear.
Aaaaah!
How is this fair?
I'm the victim here.
Who's that?
Vera's told me so
much about you.
Miss Ferguson's kindly
brought us some dinner.
Be a damn sight better than
what you've been feeding me.
You idiot.
FERGUSON: She'll be up for
at least another seven years.
Is that how you look
after your friends?
Got a Code Black in H4.
FLETCH: This is the same
pink shit I confiscated from H2.
Well, you obviously
didn't find it all, did you?
♪ You don't know me ♪
♪ When I don't know you ♪
♪ You don't know me ♪
♪ When I don't know you ♪
♪ You're calling me in ♪
♪ You're catching me out ♪
- ♪ You're calling me in ♪
- ♪ You don't know me ♪
- ♪ You're catching me out ♪
- ♪ When I don't know you ♪
- ♪ You're calling me in ♪
- ♪ You don't know me ♪
- ♪ You're catching me out ♪
- ♪ When I don't know you ♪
- ♪ You're calling me in ♪
- ♪ You don't know me ♪
- ♪ You're catching me out ♪
- ♪ When I don't know you ♪
FERGUSON: They need to see this.
I had a contract with these
prisoners, and they broke it.
You're punishing everyone
for the actions of one or two.
Exactly.
Look at them, Vera.
It's the herd mentality
that drives these women.
If we show an ounce of weakness,
the herd will sense it.
I'm here as a peer
worker, Franky,
to make sure you're all right.
[Exhales sharply]
Fuck me.
I hope you're
happy with yourself.
Yeah, I'm pumped.
Check it out.
Aah!
You hear what Ferguson
did to the garden?
She took a Bobcat to
it. The shed, everything.
- It's all gone.
- Nazi bitch.
No, you're the bitch.
You're responsible, Franky.
Nash, the magpie. You!
You wrecked everything.
Whew! Not feeling
loved up here, Dors.
You got to work
on your peer shit.
You know what? Fuck being
a peer worker, and fuck you!
You've ruined everything
for your own selfish
bloody purposes.
I didn't hear you complaining
when I got you free
time with lover boy.
WILL: Everything okay, ladies?
We are sweet as pie, Mr. J.
Isn't that right, Dors?
Okay, then, Franky.
Holiday's over.
You'd love him, Bea.
He's... Well, he's my savior.
This is the first time he's
visited, though, yeah?
Well, he's busy.
With work. He travels a lot.
I just really wish
you could meet him.
He'd like you.
You never actually told me
what happened between you two.
Nice do, Maxie.
A word?
- I'm sorry about Simmo.
- No, you're not.
I mightn't have liked the slag,
but it was a shitty way to go.
Yeah, and it was your
crap gear that did it.
What Simmo did,
she did it to herself.
Just want to make
sure we're sweet.
Oh, really? You know,
I found her, Franky.
Needle was still
sticking out of her arm
with some of your
pink crap still in it.
What do you mean, the
pink crap was still in it?
She hadn't even finished the
whole hit before it killed her.
You sure it was pink?
Hey. Boob cozies.
[Chuckles] You can
have them when I leave.
- Cool!
- Make a bikini.
Yeah, I'd look good in a bikini.
- Oh, you're back.
- Get the fuck over here.
Did you sell some
of the Pink Dragon?
What? No, I never.
Look at my face, Booms.
I don't fucking believe you.
That shit hadn't been cut yet.
I did what you told me
to do. I hid it in me cell.
You gave some to Simmo.
- No, Franky.
- I never.
Then you sold it to someone
who gave it to Simmo.
No, I-I didn't!
F-Franky, she's
telling the truth.
How the fuck would you know?
Because I was here when
Fletch tossed the cell, right?
He found the gear
in her mattress,
and she hadn't opened it.
So how did Simmo
get her hands on it?
- How do you know she did?
- 'Cause I fucking know.
- Maybe Fletcher sold it to her.
- What?
He's been a bit grumpier
than normal, hasn't he?
I wouldn't be a bit
surprised if he was bent.
Oh, Jesus wept.
- You clean it.
- Stuff that.
I've had enough of this shit.
One of these delicate
flowers here can do it.
Here we go. Goldilocks.
- Got a job for you.
- I-I've got a visitor.
Not for 20 minutes
you haven't, mate.
Plenty of time to mop
up this spew here.
I don't really want
to smell of vomit.
FLETCH: I don't give a flying
fig what you want to smell of.
You'll mop it up, or I'll
write you up a charge.
- VERA: Fletch!
- I've got a visitor.
I'll can your visit, Conway.
Okay, is that clear?
Unless you mop this up now.
Look, I'll do it
afterwards, okay?
- No, you take the fucking mop.
- VERA: Fletch!
- Oh, Jesus Christ.
- Oh!
Is that all you got,
Hollywood, huh?
Get off the fucking
floor and take the mop!
I will take care of this!
Just go away!
Go!
Pussies.
Can I help?
Do you mind if I...
I'm not very good at
putting on makeup.
MAXINE: Yeah.
Thank you.
It was self-defense.
You stuck a garden fork in
a man's genitals, Francesca.
Yeah, that's the bit I was
defending myself from.
This is an act that
suggests a certain level
of intentional malice.
Good.
Uh, and you assert
that he was going to
rape you in the garden
shed, is that right?
Yeah, well, the
fucking penthouse suite
was taken, wasn't it?
Mr. Bates says
you came on to him.
I don't eat sausage.
I'm a "vagitarian."
And what does that mean?
[Chuckles] Fuck.
[Indistinct conversations]
Hey, Maxie. How
you going? You okay?
You... You look great.
It's really good to see you.
Martin, what's wrong?
Why are you here?
- Has something happened to Gary?
- No.
Sit.
They won't let Gary visit.
Why?
Hey, sis! How are you?
[Laughs]
Ohh! Good to see you.
It's good to see you.
Yeah, look at you.
You're looking good.
- I'm feeling good too.
- Yeah?
NA is keeping me on
the straight and narrow.
That's deadly, sis. You
know, I'm so happy for you.
I freaked when you called.
I mean, shit, Dor.
Yeah.
Martin, I need to see him.
They haven't let me call him.
I need to explain to him why
it happened the way it did.
I mean, I-I need to tell him.
I need to tell him I love him.
Well, I can do that for you.
No! I need to tell him myself!
Gary has been headhunted.
He's got a big project
starting in New Zealand.
He won't be back for months.
Not until the trial.
I need to see him
before he goes.
Hey. He never deserved you.
Maxie, the way he treated you.
You're too bloody good
for that, brother of mine.
No reasonable person
is going to believe
that you were justified
in castrating a man.
Well, they don't
have to believe it.
The only question to be asked
is whether the accused believed,
upon reasonable grounds,
whether it was
necessary in self-defense
to do what he or she did.
Zecevic v. DPP, 1987.
Thanks so much for doing this.
I'm sorry about all the
crap I put you through.
No, you're right.
No, true.
You were really
good to me and Kaiya.
Not everyone sees
things the same way.
GRAHAM: Well, aren't
you the smart one?
You know what?
- What?
- You're sacked.
- You'll regret this.
- Ooh! I'm scared!
[Door opens]
VERA: All right, hair.
Give it a good shake.
Okay, mouth.
Wide.
Okay. Bend over.
Okay, part your cheeks.
That's it.
Put your T-shirt on.
What's in the bank, Dors?
Nothing.
I'll stand here all
day if I have to.
Let Boomer go fishing?
- It's not drugs.
- Oi, Booms!
All right! All right.
- [Door opens]
- BOOMER: What?
Get us a cuppa, will you?
- BOOMER: Get it yourself.
- Can you at least turn around?
It's not like I haven't
seen your Janey before.
[Sighs]
Well?
Okay. I'm late.
And I've been crook.
Ha! Didn't you use protection?
Piss off.
Preggers, are you?
I don't know.
That's why I got it.
Well, you better hope the
Grim Reaper doesn't find out.
[Whacks blade on floor]
Your hesitation cost you.
You have the
instinct and the desire.
What you lack is the
ability to follow through.
My opponent lost his balance.
That made him vulnerable.
Why did you stop?
It was the sporting thing to do.
It was the weak thing to do.
The time to strike is
when he is on his knees.
A lesser opponent will rise up
if you give him the
slightest opportunity.
You must be ruthless.
- [Keys jingling]
- You wanted to see me, Governor.
Yes, Vera.
We need to get to
the bottom of this, uh,
garden contraband racket.
And to be perfectly honest...
I am stuck.
Why don't you personally take
charge of that investigation?
I'm giving you a full mandate
to do whatever it takes
to pin Doyle for it.
We both know she was behind it.
It's important that we
make an example of her.
- Just get someone to talk.
- The women won't lag.
Well, then you will
find another way.
Just bring me proof.
Is there a problem?
Time to step up, Vera.
I'm giving you a
chance to prove yourself.
Come on. Help me
here. I believe in you.
You just need to
believe in yourself.
Thank you, Governor.
Come on.
Come on, open up.
Open up.
Mum, I...
I had a good day at work today.
I think Joan is starting
to trust me more.
Joan.
- What?
- The governor.
You remember?
She brought us tea.
She lets me call her that.
She's given me a
very important job.
You'll fail. You always do.
Hey, come on. You've
got to eat something.
[Moaning] I'm in terrible pain.
I know. You're not due another
morphine shot till midnight.
[Exhales slowly]
You've always been a
disappointment to me, Vera.
Even as a little girl, you
never had much spirit.
I think that was
because you were...
What was it they used to
call you, Vera, when you...
The kids at school. Huh?
I don't remember, Mum.
Stinky Pants. Was that it?
After you wet yourself
at show and tell.
I could still hear them when
I'd pick you up from school.
"Here comes Vera Stinky Pants!
[Laughing] Stinky
Pants, Stinky Pants!"
- [Wheezing, coughing]
- Oh, Mum.
- [Gasping]
- Mum!
No, no. No, sit up.
Come on. Try and sit up.
Why are you putting me
through this, Vera?! Why?!
I am trying to take care of you.
No, you're not! Stop the pain!
I can't! I can't!
[Crying] For God's
sake, stop the...
- Help!
- I don't know what to do, Mum!
- Do something!
- Ow!
Something! Something!
How's Goldilocks?
What is your
problem with Maxine?
I don't have a
problem with him, Vera.
As long as he does as he's told.
- [Indistinct conversations]
- [Steam hisses]
Hey, I noticed your cell
door was closed all morning.
A heads-up... The
women don't really like that.
You want to talk about it?
Well, I'm gonna be here
for the next, mm, 12 years,
so if you change your mind...
- [Coughing]
- Oh. Oh, whoa, whoa.
Hey, might want to give
that one another wash, eh?
Okay, that's lunch.
Right on cue. You right?
Come on. Come on, Dor.
Not you, Doyle.
So, we both know you were behind
the drop box in the garden shed.
How's your mum, Miss Bennett?
Boomer's looking at
some serious drug charges.
Word is she's in a bad way.
So you're really gonna
let her take the fall?
[Sighs]
- Boomer's a scapegoat.
- She's your scapegoat.
It wasn't me. And
it wasn't Booms.
You ask me, it was
one of the officers.
Is that the best
that you've got?
It's pretty good.
That Walford guard, Steve,
he was smuggling shit in,
leaving it in the shed for
one of his mates to pick up.
The contraband was
found in Boomer's cell.
'Cause it was planted
there once the shit hit the fan.
That's not gonna wash.
Well, from what I hear, the
officer found it in no time.
Practically went straight
to where it was stashed.
Like he knew it was there.
You seen Mr. Fletcher lately?
Does he look like
he's been using?
Hmm.
You're all no different to us.
You just wear a fancy uniform.
Go to lunch.
I am sorry about your
mum, Miss Bennett.
[Indistinct conversations]
He cut my hair off, Bea.
Gary?
I mean, he paid for the surgery.
He told me if that's
what I wanted,
he'd support me 100%.
My shrink warned me.
Gary was more interested in
me as a cross-dressing gay man.
I said I'm not gay.
I'm a woman. And
I always have been.
Bea, I had this fantasy
I was gonna emerge from
the chrysalis like a butterfly.
Turns out Gary preferred
his butterfly with a cock.
One night I woke up and...
He was hacking my hair
off with some scissors.
Before I knew it, I...
I grabbed them and
I... I stabbed him.
My hair, I had to shave it off.
That's why I wear this wig.
If I could just see
him for five minutes.
That's all I'd need to
make him understand.
- You...
- [Woman screaming]
My veins!
[Whimpering]
It's my veins!
Sierra Four calling
Sierra Seven.
I need medical assistance
in the dining room, please.
Copy that.
It's all right, Marge.
Marge. We've got this.
Let me have a look. It's okay.
MAXINE: Hold on.
Can you call medical, tell them
I'm bringing down a prisoner...
Marge Novak.
Marge, listen to me. Marge.
Are you hep C positive?
[Sobbing]
Okay. You need to come down
with me and get cleaned up.
Well done, Max.
Don't let her bleed on the food!
It's gonna be all right.
Here you go. They'll do
until you get to the staff room.
- Thanks, Rose.
- You're welcome.
All right.
All right.
Any cuts on your
hands? Let me look.
- Yeah, Rose?
- Yeah?
Where do you want me to put
these contaminated clothes?
Ah, just dump them
in the basket there.
I'll put them
through the laundry.
Hey, how's Novak?
It was her varicose veins.
And she's also a hemophiliac.
WILL: Oh, okay.
ROSE: Fine.
Oh.
It's a [Clears throat]
bit on the small side.
Looks good.
- WILL: Okay.
- Uh, okay, your turn.
Pop these on for me
and throw your clothes
in the basket for me.
Thanks very much.
Any cuts on your hands at all?
Let me have a look.
Yeah. Sorry, this is a
little too small for you.
So you lied when you said...
ROSE: Is that what
it says on the tag?
WILL: I can tell by the smell,
the fabric softener she uses.
ROSE: Okay.
[Line ringing]
MAXINE: It's Maxine.
Listen, I really need
to see you again.
I've called in the SESG
to conduct a formal search
of all prison officers
for contraband.
A search of the officers?
I asked you to get to the
bottom of garden-shed drop box
and pinning Franky Doyle for it,
not to conduct an
operation on colleagues.
I do understand that.
A security search in this prison
reflects very poorly on my
staff and especially on me.
It is not my intention to
embarrass you, Governor.
Well, then explain to
me why you've gone
and completely ignored my order.
I'm doing exactly
what you ordered.
I have reason to
suspect Mr. Fletcher
of smuggling in the
contraband from Walford.
[Indistinct radio chatter]
What's going on?
What are you doing in my locker?
Miss Bennett has
brought in the SESG
to conduct a
search of the staff.
They're amino acids.
In daily portions.
Ms. Bennett?
Mr. Fletcher, the SESG
are going to test that material
for illicit substances.
What?
I'm gonna have to ask
you to leave the premises
until the matter is resolved.
I told you, they're
bloody amino acids!
You need to leave, Mr. Fletcher.
LIZ: Dor?
Yeah?
- Hey! Ah, here she is.
- Hey.
I missed you at lunch.
You must be crook.
Yeah, heard about you
spewing in the pillow case.
Yeah, that was a
little gift for C Block.
We brought you
some dry biscuits.
Oh. No. [Gags]
If you're that crook, why
don't you go see the nurse?
I don't need to.
Oh, my God. Dors,
you're preggers!
- Dor!
- Sneaky little bugger!
- With Nash, eh?
- Yeah. Shh!
Are you okay with
it? Are you all right?
Well, I want a baby
more than anything.
But I just don't want
to bring it up in here.
Oh, no, well, Kaiya
was all right, wasn't she?
- BEA: Did you tell anyone else?
- Franky.
- What?
- She made me tell.
But we have to keep it a secret.
We can't tell anyone.
Oh, Dor, we can't
keep it a secret.
You are gonna get huge.
Oh, no, just for a
couple of months.
Just till Nash gets out.
I don't want this to
stuff up his parole.
Oh, love.
Oh, my Dor!
- [Laughter]
- Ohh!
There you go, Mum.
Okay, that's it.
No, not enough.
Mum, it's the maximum
dose. Any more is dangerous.
Pain!
Just give it a minute.
[Moaning]
[Moaning intensifies]
[Moaning continues]
[Echoing] Vera!
Vera! Why, Vera?!
The pain!
Why are you doing this to me?!
I'm gonna die!
[Moaning]
I'm weak!
Let me go, Vera!
[Moaning, shouting indistinctly]
- Shut up.
- Vera! [Moaning]
- Shut up.
- Vera!
Shut up.
Shut up, shut up.
Shut up! Shut up!
Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!
Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!
Shut up!
[Moaning and shouting stop]
[Cellphone rings]
It's Governor Ferguson.
Governor. Yes?
The lab results came back
on the suspicious powder
found in Mr. Fletcher's locker.
Right.
It's a common amino
acid supplement.
Biologically dubious
but perfectly legal.
I am extremely
disappointed, Vera.
You have really let me down.
I'm sorry.
Yes.
Well, I'm not the only one
you should be apologizing to.
We'll speak tomorrow.
[Dial tone]
[Beeps]
[Up-tempo rock music playing]
I am so sorry.
I don't know what
I was thinking.
Franky Doyle planted a seed
about you smuggling in
the contraband from Walford.
LINDA: Matt, got you a freshy.
Vera.
Not your mum, is it?
Sorry.
LINDA: What was that about?
FLETCH: Don't know, don't care.
LINDA: [Laughs]
FLETCH: Let's have
another drink, huh?
LINDA: [Laughs]
[Clanks]
Sorry, Marge.
Are you feeling all right?
It's me veins.
Bloody hell, they go and
then they bleed and bleed,
and I die every time.
[Chuckles] But they
gave me a little pill.
It's a miracle.
It's a miracle pill.
It stops the blood.
Makes it thicker.
I tell you, it's a miracle drug.
[Chuckles]
I die every time, but... [Sighs]
[Speaks Polish]
What did you say?
Hemo. Hemophiliac.
Yes, I know that. But
what did you say before?
They upped me dose.
Might have bled to death, eh?
So the drugs stop the bleeding.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Stopped it, love.
Bloody miracle, eh?
What are you after?
I hope you feel
better soon, Marge.
Governor called me this morning.
My suspension's been lifted.
A-About last night. Are we okay?
Yeah, sure.
Fletch.
Hey, I'm taking
a pi... You right?!
Get the fuck out, mate!
You think you're pretty
fucking clever, don't you?
Can you open my door, please?
Why? You in fear for your
personal safety, are you?
I've got a fucking
reputation to think of.
I don't give a fat fuck
about your reputation.
Not since you
crapped all over mine.
I don't know what
you're talking about.
Start talking, or
I'll choke you out.
You're a bent
screw and I know it.
That's bullshit.
- You sold that gear to Simmo.
- You know fuck-all.
You idiot. I'm gonna
make your pathetic life hell.
I'm in prison.
It's already hell.
It's a fucking holiday camp.
Ha! You must have gone to
some fucked-up camps as a kid.
It explains a lot.
- Yap, yap, yapping, Doyle.
- [Knock on door]
Hey. What's going on in here?
What is going on?
- Are you all right?
- Yeah.
- What was that about?
- Nothing.
Fucking Fletch.
I'm gonna get that prick.
You're on.
Come on, love. You've got
to start eating something.
I can't. I'll only chuck it up.
LIZ: I'm only fussing
'cause I love you.
You got to have something.
I'll eat it if you don't.
Oi. Fletch is coming.
DOREEN: Yeah,
I'll only chuck it up.
Can I have another form?
LIZ: Come on,
try that. It's fine.
I need the form. In there.
Oh, oh.
[Alarm wails]
What's going on?
[Alarm wailing]
Sierra Seven
calling Sierra Five.
- Panic alarm in the kitchen.
- Jesus.
Panic alarm in the kitchen.
Sierra Five. I copy
that. I'm on my way.
[Alarm wailing continues]
Oh!
Oh!
Aah.
[Grunts]
Check her out!
She's got vinegar tits!
[Grunts]
[Laughter echoing]
Hey, vinegar tits!
[Laughter continues]
Vinegar tits!
'Cause she's got
vinegar on her tits
and you can see them!
Vinegar tits!
- Get off me!
- Just relax!
Pressure, and keep
the swelling down.
You can take it off to shower.
[Speaking indistinctly]
RITA: Stinky Pants.
Stinky Pants. Stinky...
[Laughing] Stinky Pants.
Stinky Pants! Stinky Pants!
Stinky Pants,
Stinky Pants... Vera!
What's that smell?
It's vinegar.
Oh, Vera.
Vera, Vera, Vera.
The prisoners...
There's no point in looking
to the prisoners for blame.
What do you expect from them?
They smell weakness, of
course they're gonna attack.
It's as instinctive
as breathing.
I think it might be best if
you took some time off.
You're too distracted.
Your mother's illness,
it's taking all your focus.
Ms. Miles can assume
your responsibilities.
I guess I was wrong about you.
You're just not
up to it, are you?
Go home, Vera.
Take care of your mother.
[Indistinct conversations]
I was thinking of fixing
up my place on the weir.
The water's back on now, so...
The fishing's pretty good.
Reddies, a few
trout. Bloody carp.
It sounds nice.
This little one
called a werewolf.
I'll take you up
there if you like.
I could teach you
how to fly-fish, eh?
Are you okay, Vera?
Fuck off, Linda.
Look, I'm telling you,
that drink machine
stole two bucks off me.
I put it in and I pressed the
button and nothing came out.
OFFICER ON P.A.:
Visiting hours are now over.
Thank you.
Oi.
- Where's your pass?
- Um...
It's here somewhere.
Come on, mate. You're
holding everyone up.
- Oh, sorry.
- Look, hey, move.
Move over here. Find it.
Sorry.
[Echoing] Sorry.
Maxine?
Maxine!
Will!
Will, it's Conway!
It's Conway! Stop her!
It's Conway! Stop her!
It's Conway!
[Crying] Please let me
go! Let me go! Let me go!
Please!
Please! [Sobs]
Miss Bennett.
Can I have my wig back?
No.
Please.
If you wanted your wig,
you shouldn't have
thrown it away.
[Door locks]
Didn't see you at
lunch today, Red.
Wasn't hungry.
Not preggers, are you?
You thinking about
becoming a doctor?
Why not? You're thinking
about becoming a lawyer.
Yeah, good luck with that.
Hey, Smiles. Surprised
to see you back.
No thanks to you.
You must have
kissed somebody's ass.
No prizes for guessing whose.
- What do you want?
- Bit of dirt.
Plenty of that in the
garden now, all for free.
[Groans]
- Usual arrangement?
- Mm-hmm.
Who do you want the dirt on?
Fletcher.
- He's as clean as they come.
- Bullshit.
The gear he found in
Boomer's cell, he scored some.
- Says who?
- Says me.
- Didn't happen.
- How do you know that?
'Cause I saw what he found
right after he tossed the cell.
- So he got into it after that.
- Didn't have a chance to.
He handed the whole
package to the governor.
To Ferguson?
No fucking way.
That's what I saw, Franky.
Make sure the
money's in by Friday.
Want to make a night of it.
[Knock on door]
Yes.
Governor, Franky Doyle.
- Thank you, Mr. Jackson.
- Thanks, Mr. J.
If this is about the lawyer
that you've dismissed,
I'm afraid you've
burnt that bridge.
Good. I'd rather rep myself.
Because you're so much
smarter than everyone else?
I hope you don't overestimate
your knowledge of the law.
I don't claim to be an expert.
But I do know an indictable
offense when I see one.
Take Simmo's
death, for instance.
No, you've lost me.
How is suicide an
indictable offense?
Trafficking a drug
of dependence.
15 years for a
commercial quantity.
No doubt that knowledge
will come in very
handy for you one day.
[Chuckles]
Why did you want to see me?
I know who sold Simmo the gear.
- Who?
- You.
And how do you know that?
Prima facie evidence.
The gear that you had possession
of ended up in Simmo's veins.
- And you can prove this?
- Maybe.
Or, um...
maybe you could return
the gear to its rightful owner...
and I can forget it.
[Inhales slowly]
You're very sure of yourself.
I like that.
But you have a tendency
to overplay your hand.
Could always ring the ombudsman,
make a shitload of noise.
[Dial tone]
Are we done?
I think we are done.
How do you know it was suicide?
You said it was suicide.
Maybe it was an accidental OD.
Simone Slater had a
history of drug abuse.
I'm sure she knew exactly
what she was doing.
Then why wasn't there
any blood in the syringe?
She should have drawn
blood into the syringe,
make sure she was in a vein.
- Every junkie knows that.
- How do you know she didn't?
Because the gear left in
the needle was pink, not red.
So she didn't inject herself.
Someone gave her a hot shot.
You know, if you really
want to play detective, Doyle,
I have a far more
interesting mystery for you.
How do you think we knew exactly
where the drugs were stashed?
You should be less concerned
with how Simmo expired
and more worried
about the fact that
you have an
informer in your ranks.
[Footsteps]
♪ Broken glass is thrown away ♪
♪ The splinters left
become your pain ♪
♪ Funny how trouble
won't fade away ♪
♪ What's in your veins
stays in your veins ♪
♪ I try not to break ♪
♪ But sometimes it's
more than I can take ♪
♪ Blood is thicker
than water, they say ♪
♪ But I've tried to
wash my blood away ♪
♪ Funny how those
colors won't leave a trace ♪
♪ The ones that leave
the deepest pain ♪
♪ I try not to break ♪
♪ But sometimes it's
more than I can take ♪
[Clatters]