Wentworth (2013–…): Season 3, Episode 1 - The Governor's Pleasure - full transcript

Bea returns to Wentworth with a heavy charge over the murder of Braydon Holt, while Ferguson makes it clear that she owns Bea. Battle begins over the control of the prison.

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Bea Smith was today sentenced

- for the murder of Brayden Holt.
- Absent, of course,

is crime patriarch, Vinnie Holt,

who collapsed and died
after the funeral of his son...

Avenging mother and
convicted murderer Bea Smith

faced the Supreme
Court today for sentencing.

She remained
unrepentant to the end.

Do you have anything to
say before I pass sentence?

Brayden Holt took
my daughter's life.

So I took his.

And I'd do it all again.



Smith's story has generated
massive public sympathy.

She took on and destroyed one

of Melbourne's most
feared crime families

in revenge for the death
of her daughter, Debbie.

Justice Nichols
remained unmoved,

sentencing Smith
to life without parole.

She will spend the rest
of her days behind bars.

Bea, are you gonna appeal?

We love you, Bea!

We believe in you!

Do you have
anything to say, Bea?

Governor Ferguson,
for the last four months,

she's taken away all of
the inmates' privileges.


She's been punishing the
women for what I've done,




and it's got to stop!

You're our hero, Bea!

You're our hero!

The chairman of the Board

of Correctional
Services, Victoria,


maintains that Governor Ferguson

has their full support.

Have you read this report?

I compiled it, Mr. Chairman.

"Prisoner organized
a distraction

to steal a security card.

Prisoner accessed mail
room with stolen card

in order to steal a box cutter.

Prisoner slashed own
wrists in order to avoid cuffing.

Prisoner escaped from hospital

while undergoing
treatment for injuries."

- And all of this on your watch.
- I believe the hospital

is actually outside
my sphere of influence.

It was one of your officers

who was meant to be on guard.

Do I need to go on?

Since Smith's escape, I have
instituted punitive measures.

Too late!

You've lost control
of your prison.

If it wasn't for your loyal
supporter Mr. Channing here,

you wouldn't have a job.

Now you are on notice, Governor.

One more stuff-up, and you'll
be stripped of your appointment.

Do I make myself clear?

However, with the
groundswell of support


in and out of the
prison for Bea Smith,


- the question remains...
- Governor?

How will Governor
Ferguson keep control?


She's back.

♪ 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 ♪

G'day, Di.

What's she doing in here?

Clothes.

Like to watch, do you?

Now, Smith.

That's the last time you'll
be wearing those clothes.

Might as well donate them to
someone who can use them.

Underwear.

Getting off yet?

Ears.

Whatever little acts of
defiance you care to try,

I'd think very carefully

before you do anything
without my permission.

When are you gonna
reinstate the privileges?

Arms.

Taking it out on
everyone isn't fair.

Before you get completely
carried away playing Jesus,

spare a thought
for Liz Birdsworth.

She's rotting away in
protection because of you.

Think that's fair?

Feet.

You step out of line,
there will be consequences.

You are the property
of Wentworth,

and this is my prison.

Bend over.

Give us a look. Give us a look.

Oh, that is lovely,
that is. Oh, look.

- See? That's the head there.
- Yeah.

- Hey, is he sucking his thumb?
- Yeah! Look.

I don't know if it's a
boy or a girl, though.

Look, I don't
really want to know.

No, it's good to
have a surprise.

How are you feeling?

Yeah, I'm good, actually.

I'm nervous.

You are gonna be fine.

I'm supposed to nominate
an alternate carer for the baby.

I wish you were
still in general.

Mm, me too, love.

Have you heard
how Bea went today?

No, no idea. No telly, no radio.

It's been months.

Everyone's that pissed
off with Ferguson.

Look, I reckon
it's gonna get ugly.

It's probably a good
thing you're in here.

Yeah, yeah, 'cause in here,

I've just got the
weirdos and kiddy killers,

and out there,
people want to kill me.

Look, at least you're safe, hey?

Mm.

How's Franky?

Enjoying your perv?

Why don't you take
a picture, mate?

It lasts longer.

Creep.

- Check out the delivery.
- Yeah, cool.

Uh, what have we got?

Pumpkin, chickens, cauliflower.

And what are they... carrots?

- Yep, carrots.
- Chickens.

- Chickens.
- Yeah. Chickens, yeah.

Bunch of them.

Why?

What are you doing? Don't.

Just go fishing.

- What the fuck?
- Stick your fingers in.

- Just relax.
- Stick it right inside.

Just go with me on it.

Right up there.

- It's disgusting.
- Can you feel anything?

Um, yeah, but... Oh,
settle. Settle down.

I don't know. Just
the giblets and shit.

- Why?
- Keep grabbing.

It's right here.

What the fuck?!

Kit Kats!

Fuck. Franky!

You're a fucking
dead-set genius.

- No shit.
- Fuck.

The screws will never
think of looking in there!

Well, you know...

not unless they're into
fist-fucking dead chooks.

- Fist-fucking!
- And how was it for you?

Well, that's what
I love about you.

- Oh.
- You introduce me

to all these new experiences.

- Ah, shut up.
- Doyle!

Governor wants a word.

Okay.

Good.

Bit obvious, aren't you?

Where's your cape?

Ha.

She back?

What'd she get?

Life... without parole.

Shit.

No wonder you look stressed.

She'll have made plans.

- You know anything about them?
- No, nothing.

We're not besties.
It's not like she shares.

Well, you'll just have to
make sure she does, hmm?

We had a deal.

We still do.

- Really?
- Mm.

Because everything
you've given me

is either information
I already know

or would have undoubtedly
found out or was just plain untrue.

And what about
your end of the deal?

You said you'd get
rid of my competitors.

- And I have.
- Except for Queen Bea.

Or have you forgotten
about that fat-ass elephant

that just walked
back in the room?

Well, then it would
help your cause

if you could give
me something on her.

Yeah, and yours too.

- So?
- So?

If I hear anything,
I'll let you know.

But I'd watch my
back if I were you.

She seems to like
this power thing.

Are you playing me, Doyle?

Hey, we're playing each other.

- We finished?
- Yes.

Yes, we are.

I'm putting an end to
our little agreement.

You're on your own, Franky.

Bea. How'd it go?

How's everything here?

It's all good. It's good.

Except the girls are still
testy about their privileges.

Cindy Lou isn't happy.

No.

Cindy Lou's never
happy. What is it this time?

You say we get
time in the kitchen.

But then as soon as you go
to court, Franky pulled a knife.

Franky said, "Fuck off."

Franky called Cindy Lou a skank.

Cindy Lou is a skank.

Franky runs the kitchen.

If Cindy Lou wants to
prepare her own food,

she has to do it outside
regular mealtimes.

You know that's the deal.

But Franky told us to piss off.

Okay. Well, you tell Cindy
Lou that I'll deal with Franky.

All right?

Come on.

- Or is it his tummy?
- Oh, hey!

Do you want to
see my ultrasound?

Yeah.

- Aww.
- Isn't it gorgeous?

Yeah.

I sent Nash a copy.
He's gonna be so rapt.

Hey, do you want a cuppa?

Oh, no, no. I'm just
gonna take a moment.

Okay. Let me know if
you change your mind.

Thanks.

Oh, hey.

Can you tell Franky
I want to see her?

And just keep an eye on
Cindy Lou and Tina, yeah?

- Make sure there's no trouble.
- Of course.

- Hey, Bea.
- Yeah?

How'd you go this morning?

I got off!

Oh, Doreen, I'm so excited.

I know. I'm so excited, too.

Smith didn't get off.

She's stuck here, too.

Bea Smith is a serious offender.

How we deal with her

will be highly
scrutinized by the public

and by a nervous government

intent on proving they
are tough on crime.

If she shows the slightest
signs of resistance,

you will come down hard on her.

- Understood?
- Yes, Governor.

She is also highly manipulative.

And the moment
you feel sorry for her

is the moment you
know she's using you.

Isn't that right, Mr. Jackson?

Mr. Jackson has just returned
from four months' suspension,

courtesy of Bea Smith.

Welcome back, Mr. Jackson.

- Governor.
- One more thing.

The state government has
instituted a ban on smoking

in all prisons to be phased
in over the next 12 months.

We will not be phasing it in.

Wentworth starts today.

Is there a problem?

The women are already on edge.

We've taken away their
telly, restricted their visits.

We take away their fags...

This is government policy.
Are you suggesting we ignore it?

Smith's actions have thrown a
spotlight on everything you do.

You can tell that to the women

as you confiscate
their cigarettes.

Yes, Governor.

That will be all,
everyone. Thank you.

Look, she's asking for
trouble, is all I'm saying here.

Yeah, and it's our job to
make sure that there isn't any.

Ah. This is Bridget Westfall.

- Will Jackson.
- G'day.

Nice to meet you.

Ms. Westfall is a
forensic psychologist.

She's joined the staff
on a full-time basis

to run some anti-recidivism
programs with the women.

Well, there's one you
won't have to worry about.

Bea Smith... life, no parole.

- When did this happen?
- Ah, this morning.

We've just returned from
the governor's briefing.

Uh, Governor.

May I have a word, please?

How can I help
you, Ms. Westnall?

Westfall.

Apparently there was a
staff briefing this morning.

Why was I excluded?

You are not my staff.

You were a board appointment.

Technically, yes.

But if I'm to function as
part of the team, I really feel...

Fine. As you wish. I
will include you in future.

Anything else?

I should meet with Smith
today, if that's all right with you.

I wasn't aware she'd
requested to see a psych.

It is usual procedure
after a tough sentencing.

I determine procedure
here, Ms. Westfall.

Of course, but I think you
might be overlooking something.

What would that be?

The board gave
me pretty clear KPIs

on the prisoners' mental health.

I hope you don't intend
to obstruct that brief.

You can't have it both
ways, Ms. Westfall.

If you wish to be a member of
my team, you'll be reporting to me.

Certainly.

So, may I proceed?

Be very cautious with Smith.

She is a manipulator.

Oh, don't worry, Governor.

It's at the forefront
of my mind.

I'm trained to
deal with all types,

even those who appear
to have their shit together.

No, I don't want to see
your fucking ultrasound.

Where's Red?

- You want a word?
- Yeah.

Have a seat.

- Everything good in the kitchen?
- All good.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Had a totally hilarious
tea towel fight with Booms.

Gave her an epic bruise.

It still actually fucking
hurts, that thing.

- Suck it up, princess.
- No, it does.

Yeah, but Cindy Lou,
though... She's not very happy.

Is she?

Well, tell her she
can come back.

I promise not to use
the boning knife on her.

Great. Thanks.

No problem.

Anything else?

- No.
- Okay.

Oh, yeah. Are you still
one short on the roster?

Since Kimmy got paroled, yeah.

Okay. Well, maybe you
can give Maxine that detail.

Nah. We're all good, aren't we?

Oh, yeah. We're so fucking good.

Oh, no, no. It's no hassle.

I'm sure she'd love to help out.

Sure.

Good.

And, Franky... FRANKY: Hmm?

It would be a real
problem for me

if the drugs coming in
here are traced back to you.

And why would they?

I'm just saying.

Mr. Jackson. You're back.

Smith, you're wanted.

Thanks.

Hey, Mr. Jackson.

So, how you been, Mr. Jackson?

Didn't think they'd ever let you
escort me anywhere ever again.

Come in.

I didn't ask to see a psych.

Well, you should.
You bloody need it.

I'm Bridget Westfall,
forensic psychologist.

Yeah, I know who you are.

I asked to see you in the
wake of today's sentencing.

How are you feeling?

How do you think I'm feeling?

Well, I'd like to
hear that from you.

Take a seat.

You can say whatever you like.

Nothing goes out of this room.

I know you're probably
still processing everything.

You know, for the
last four months,

this prison hasn't
had TV, radio.

They're bringing the
cheapest food into the kitchen.

And their education-unit
time's been halved.

The governor, she's doing this.

She's punishing everyone
in here because of what I did,

and it's time she stopped it.

You know, the governor's
under her own pressures.

What pressures? What pressures?

I'm not here to talk
about the governor.

Is that why these
measures are still in place?

Because she needs to be seen to
be doing something by the board?

Is that it? Is it?

We're here to talk about you.

Is this session compulsory?

No, it's not.

Don't get me wrong.

I'm really glad
you're here. I am.

There's plenty of women
out there that need your help.

- I'm just not one of them.
- That might be true,

but you've been through
a hell of a lot lately.

You may need some
coping strategies,

and it's my job to
help you with that.

It was good to meet
you, Ms. Westfall.

No Way! This is bullshit!

All right, no way.
Not me durries!

- Oh, shut it, Jenkins.
- Hey! Hey!

She's gonna take away me smokes.

- Hey, what's going on?
- Stay out of it, Smith.

You got half an hour to
smoke your last cigarettes.

Then you hand in what's left.

Have I missed something?

They've banned smoking.

I got to go to
work soon, don't I?

Then you've got five minutes.

You can thank this one for that.

Wait.

Attention, compound.

Work details are to
commence in five minutes.

Are you sure about this?

Not really.

You know what
Ferguson said to you.

You need to be careful.

Yeah, too late to worry
about being careful.

- We all good?
- Yeah, all loaded up.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Work detail's starting.
Get back to your jobs.

All right, ladies. Light up.

Oh, thanks.

I said, "Get back to work."

Oh, sorry, Ms. Bennett,

but we've been ordered
to hand in all our smokes.

You don't smoke, Smith.

Mm. I'm a social smoker.

See, if you spring this
on us without any warning,

then work stops until the girls
have finished all their smokes.

Return to work now.

You've been warned, Smith.

I've just been given life
without parole, Governor.

What more can you do to me?

True.

- Whoa.
- Whoa.

Did you see the look
on Ferguson's face?

Thought she was
gonna spit up a fur ball.

Liz.

Keep moving.

Hey, what's going on?

They're putting me
back into general.

You... You can't do that.

Out of the way, Smith.

No. You know what
they'll do to her.

I told you...
- Out of the way.
- No!

No, they'll tear her
apart! You can't do this!

- Insubordination. Slot her.
- What?!

You can't! No,
you can't do that!

Hey, Ferguson!

Ferguson! You freak!

Maxine!

Stay with her. Stay with her!

What the fuck?

Hey, Lucy.

You're in H Block, eh?

That's your cell there.

You know where the
duress button is if you need it.

Yeah, Ms. Bennett.

Conway. What are you doing here?

I live here, Governor.

I believe you're
required in medical.

- I've already...
- Drug test.

It's all right,
love. I'll be okay.

Now, Conway.

Bea said no one touches her.

I'm sorry about the seven years.

I had to do it.

And I have to do this.

Attention, compound.
This is a Code Black.

All prisoners
return to their units.

Medical assistance
required in H4.

I repeat... This
is a Code Black.

That's it. Nice big step.

That's it.

A little bit bigger
with this leg.

Nice big step.

And we're gonna
slowly turn around.

Hard enough for you?

So, how are you?

Pretty good.

Since last week.

How are you?

Good. Busy.

You know how it is.

This is for you.

That's an application for the
Disability Support Pension.

You're gonna need
some kind of income

when you get
discharged from here.

Don't know...

Well, I'll help you fill it out.

So... your name.

I know that one.

Uh, address?

I want to see Will.

Could you tell him?

Sure that's what you want?

I'll talk to him.

Thank you.

How's Liz doing?

How is she?!

What happened to Liz?

She's in medical.

But she'll survive.

What sort of human being

puts another person at
risk just to prove a point?

You don't run
this prison, Smith.

I do.

Bon appétit.

Done.

Not quite.

Where have you been?

Looking for a
clean pair of socks.

Got blood on me other ones.

- Hey.
- What?

You shouldn't have
done that to Liz.

She's a lagger.

It was against what Bea wanted.

Oh.

Do you know how she is?

Who cares?

Where you been, Smiles?

Governor must
be starving by now.

Ms. Miles, can I
take those for you?

- Yeah.
- Thank you.

- Sorry.
- It's all right.

Tell the governor "enjoy."

Too fucking easy.

Girls. Girls.

We need to muster up anything
that's gonna make a base for us.

Okay? Good, good.

Come on. Get it out.

Do me a favor, love.

- Why? What's going on?
- Don't ask questions.

Turn around.

Build it as high as we can.

Oi!

- Oi!
- All the way.

What's the story, Conway?

Jess, come on. There's
no story, Mr. Bakula.

I need backup over here.

Oh, there's no need,
Mr. Bakula. Really.

All right, everyone step back.

Step back now!

Maybe you'd like to back off.

I said, "Back right off"!

I said, "Back off"!

Billie!

- Get the gate.
- Yeah.

- On your way.
- Sierra Five, Sierra Five.

On your way!

I really didn't want
to raise my voice.

Keep going, girls.

Yeah, it's not...
It's not too bad.

Yeah.

No, not at all. No.

- Okay.
- Oh, shit!

- Liz. Liz.
- Oh, Dor.

The women have lost it.
You need to lock the door.

- Okay?
- Jesus.

- Oh, you all right?
- Yeah, yeah. I'm okay.

What's going on?

Don't worry,
okay? You'll be fine.

Dor, what's going on?

Are they after Liz?

What's going on, Dor?

I was ambushed, Mr. Channing.

I did the best I could.

Well, it wasn't enough.

Hmm?

Have you seen the
chairman since the meeting?

Mm-hmm. He hasn't
changed his mind.

Then I would try harder...

because I'm beginning to
wonder whether it's even worth

having an ally on the board

if he fails to
deliver any benefits.

They think you might
have become a liability.

I won't concede. Tell them that.

It's not looking good.

Well, then it's not looking
so good for you, either.

If they move on me,
I'd be more than happy

to fill them in on that little
staffing issue at your brothels.

I'm sure it won't come to that.

Good.

- Here's our favorite.
- Ooh.

Wait here. Give me
a minute with them.

Stay close.

- Hi, Mr. Jackson.
- Hey!

- Long time, no see.
- Okay, Maxine.

Want to tell me what's going on?

The girls just felt like a
bit of a barbie, didn't we?

- Beautiful day.
- Come on, Max.

What's the problem?

There's no problem, Mr. Jackson.

There's got to be something
you want to talk ab...

You come any closer, and
someone's gonna get hurt.

- Okay.
- Hmm?

- Yep. All right.
- I mean it.

You tell them to
get out of here!

- Now!
- Back off.

- Now!
- Back off now.

Take it easy, Max.

- You take it easy!
- Okay, okay.

Fuck off! All of you!

Oh, yeah!

- That's right.
- Yeah, Maxine.

Keep burning.

This is ours.

- Up you go.
- Sierra Four calling Sierra Two.

This is the governor.

I'm in the exercise
yard, Governor.

We have a situation.

All available officers

to report to the exercise
yard immediately.

I repeat... All
available officers

to report to the exercise
yard immediately.

All available officers...

Okay. Against the
wall. Against the wall.

All prisoners
return to their units.

Sierra Four,

- this is the governor.
- Sierra Two. Receiving.

Shut that alarm off.

Report, please.

Fire's restricted to
the middle of the yard.

Some prisoners are armed.

No injuries at this stage.

We've retreated so as
not to escalate the situation.

It appears containable
at this stage, Governor.

What do they want?

They won't say, Governor.

Hold, guys, hold.

Are you able to
identify who's involved?

It appears to be
H Block, Governor.

Maxine Conway is the ringleader.

Sierra Three, this
is the governor.

Sierra Three receiving.

What's the status
on the lockdown?

All units are secure
except H Block.

Who's left in H block?

No one.

You need to call backup.

If these women want to burn
all their personal possessions,

- then let them.
- Joan...

There is no violence.
No one is injured.

- I'm not calling in SESG.
- You'll have to.

The board will find out anyway.

Then I will know who told them.

What's going on?

Get back to your units.

Get back to your units!

Assistance!

Assistance!

Aah! Help!

Assistance!

Help!

Help!

Help!

No! No!

No, no! Help!

Help!

Someone's out there.

Oh.

This... This is a
really stupid thing...

They've got a guard. I
think it's Ms. Bennett.

Oh, is she all right?

The prison's in lockdown.
The governor will call in SESG.

What the hell are they up to?

Put it down.

What are you trying
to achieve, anyway?

Whatever you're trying
to do, it's gonna end badly.

If you let me go now,
I will vouch for you.

Shut up!

Where... Where are we going?

Oi!

Where do you think you're going?

We've got a food
delivery to bring in.

It'll have to wait.
We're in lockdown.

Come on, Smiles.

Back off, Doyle.
I'm not in the mood.

Well, look, it's sitting
there in the sally port.

- The meat's gonna go off.
- Yeah, I don't care.

The place is in lockdown.
No one goes anywhere.

There's money in it for you.

I still don't care.

If you're so worried
about this delivery of yours,

maybe you should have told
your mates not to start burning

their gear in the yard.

Sierra Six, report to the
surveillance room. Over.

Roger that.

Keep an eye on
this one, will you?

What are you gonna do?

- Fuck, Franks.
- I know! All right?

- Shut up!
- What happened?

Queen Bea... That's
what fucking happened.

Still no demands?

No, Governor.

Maintain your presence there.

They'll get bored eventually.

- When they do, you can move in.
- Copy that.

You're taking a hell of a risk.

I know it's contained,

but if someone gets injured
and you haven't called

for backup... Kitchen's
secured, Governor,

but there are still prisoners
missing from H Block.

Joan, listen, you
need to call for backup.

I will talk to the board, and...

What's happened to this feed?

Where is this?

They're spraying the cameras.

H Block corridor.

Lower level stairway,
admissions corridor.

This fire is a diversion.
They're after something else.

Ferguson.

Ferguson, you fucking
freak. Answer me.

This is the governor.

We're outside the
slot. Have a look.

Bring that up on the monitor.

What do you want?

We've got Vinegar Tits.

Open the door, or we
start fucking with her.

Zoom it up.

To whom am I speaking?

Don't try that shit with me.

The management
unit is in lockdown.

I'm not able to open that door.

You got a phone. Use it.

Tell the screws in there
to open the fucking door.

Then fuck off out of there now.

All right.

I will need some time to
speak with the officers inside.

You got two minutes.

Ms. Miles, round up
all available officers.

Send a group to the
admissions corridor,

another one to
the kitchen stairs.

Take the prisoners
from two directions.

And be ruthless.

No one gets away.

Yes, Governor.

You know you could
put a stop to this now.

You know you
don't have a chance.

The SESG...

Now what are you
gonna tell the board?

That my officers

had the situation under
control the entire time.

Ferguson.

The situation is
about to be resolved.

A little more patience, please.

Oh, really?

That is correct.

They've disabled the doors.

The officers can't get to them.

Have a look at the monitor.

Jesus Christ.

Time's up, freak.

Open the door, or
Vinegar Tits gets it.

No.

- Last chance.
- No?

Open the fucking door,
or we will inject her.

What the hell are you doing?

I will not give in
to these demands.

- You listen to me.
- For God's sake.

You will return to your unit...

This is Derek Channing,
general manager of this facility.

Officers in the isolation unit,
go to emergency channel.

Yes, sir.

Open the gates, leave
your keys, and go.

Do not make any move that
puts Ms. Bennett's life at risk.

Am I clear?!

Yes, sir.

Joan?

Bea?

Here.

- Bea!
- I'm here!

- Bea.
- Hey.

We've got ourselves a friend.

Then lock her in here.

Come on.

Come on.

I'm overruling you.

Make that call.

I think you're forgetting
something, Mr. Channing.

I won't be calling the SESG.

And neither will you.

Sierra Two, this is Sierra Four.

This is the governor.

The women want to speak to you.

What do they want?

They want to speak to you.

Hey-ho!

What are you gonna do, man?

Bea! Bea! Bea! Bea!

Yeah.

- Mr. Jackson.
- Governor.

Hey, Governor!

- Come on, Bea!
- Yeah!

Bea! Bea! Bea! Bea!

Bea! Bea! Bea! Bea!

Bea! Bea! Bea! Bea!

Bea, Bea, Bea, Bea! Bea, Bea!

Well?

You haven't called in the squad.

You don't know I haven't.

And let the world know
you've lost control of this place?

That was never gonna happen.

I can put a stop to this now...

tell the women to back
off, put down their weapons,

send them back to their units.

Or we can just stay
here, hang out...

until you're forced
to call the squad.

It's up to you.

What do you want?

No repercussions for
anyone involved here today.

And anything that affects
the women in the future...

you run it by me first.

You don't run this prison.

I do.

♪ I'm breaking in, shaping up ♪

♪ Then checking out
on the prison bus ♪

♪ This is it, the apocalypse ♪

♪ Whoa ♪

♪ I'm waking up, I
feel it in my bones ♪

♪ Enough to make
my systems blow ♪

♪ Welcome to the new age ♪

♪ To the new age ♪

♪ Welcome to the new age ♪

♪ To the new age ♪

♪ Whoa-oh-oh, oh-oh ♪

♪ Whoa-oh-oh, oh, I'm ♪

♪ Radioactive, radioactive ♪

♪ Whoa-oh-oh, oh-oh ♪

♪ Whoa-oh-oh, oh, I'm ♪

♪ Radioactive, radioactive ♪