Wentworth (2013–…): Season 3, Episode 6 - Evidence - full transcript

We'd like to invite
you back to work.

It was the right
decision to come back.

I think it's helping
you remember.

Got that information you wanted.

FRANKY: Someone I used to
care about's got a daughter in here.

There's a reason
why she didn't get bail.

Why?

'Cause it wasn't
her first offense.

Turns out she's
quite the little pisspot,

just like her mum.

BOOMER: [Laughs]



Why couldn't you
tell me about... Soph.

Can I talk to you outside?

- WILL: What about?
- The murder of Harry Smith.

Did you kill him?

What's your relationship to
the victim's ex-wife, Bea Smith?

Jodie's got something to say.

I'll do it.

Good.

♪ 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 ♪

[Sobbing] Stop!

- [Slapping]
- Aah! Aah!

[Beep]

FERGUSON: [Whispering]
You're worthless.

You're pointless.

No one misses you.

You're nothing.

Governor.

Mr. Fletcher.

[Groans]

You cut Bea Smith,
then you can rest.

You're worthless.
You're pointless.

You're nothing.

You're worthless.
You're pointless.

You're nothing.

You're worthless.
You're pointless.

You're nothing.

Cut Bea Smith.

Stop!

You cut Bea Smith,
then you can rest.

[Sobbing]

Governor.

- JODIE: You're worthless.
- You're worthless.

- You're pointless.
- You're pointless.

- You're nothing.
- You're nothing.

- No one misses you.
- No one misses you.

- No one cares.
- No one cares.

- You're weak.
- You're weak.

And you're stupid.

But you can change all that.

Cut Bea Smith, and you can rest.

That's what she said
to me every night,

the whole time
I was in the slot.

I cried. I begged her to
stop. But she wouldn't.

She's a monster.

Excuse me.

I got here as soon as I could.
Now, I've isolated Spiteri.

She's had to make a
statement, of course.

What's going on, Mr. Channing?

Jodie Spiteri's making
serious allegations against you.

She claims you used physical
and psychological abuse

to force her to
attack Bea Smith.

I see.

Now, it's ridiculous,
of course, but...

Yes.

She has taken the
complaint to the ombudsman.

You'll shut it down, yes?

It's gone too far, Joan.

Has to go to a hearing.

Joan, trust me.

I will do everything in my power

to make sure the
truth comes out.

So will I.

Good.

In the meantime, it's probably
best to stay away from Spiteri.

Why is Smith involved?
She's not a peer worker.

She's her nominated advocate.

All my resources are
at your disposal, hmm?

Governor.

[Gasps]

[Chuckles]

Hello, beautiful.

Hello.

- How are you?
- I'm good.

- Hello, tiger.
- [Laughs]

I love that you're convinced
we're having a boy.

- Yeah?
- What if it's a she?

Well, then it'll be, you
know, "Hello, lioness,"

or "tigress."

Whatever her name is.

I don't care whatever it is

'cause she, or he, is
gonna have you for a mum.

Gosh, I've missed you.

Me too.

How are you?

Oh, yeah.

Fat, and, well,
bloated, and fat.

- Don't be silly.
- [Chuckles]

[Exhales sharply]

No, I'm serious. I
mean, look at this thing.

I reckon they've got it wrong.

There's got to be at
least three in there.

The more the merrier, I say.

I love you.

And I love you.

- You'd be so proud of me, Dor.
- Yeah?

Yeah. I can't wait for
you to see the house now.

Bathroom's done, and I finally
finished painting bubby's room.

It looks bloody great.

All it needs now
is a woman's touch.

Well, you'll be waiting a while.

Hey, don't start
that again, all right?

I told you.

12 months, you can
apply for parole, right?

It'll fly, Dor.

I promise.

Okay.

Isn't that right, tiger?

[Laughs]

[Up-tempo dance music playing]

WOMAN: Oh, yeah.

Yoo!

BOOMER: [Grunting rhythmically]

WOMAN: Booms. Whoo!

♪ Turn the lights on ♪

Whoo!

Doesn't anyone complain?

Got to let off steam somehow.

Oi! Soph! Get
your ass over here.

- Now.
- Yeah!

- Come on, Soph!
- Go on.

Come on! You know you wanna!

- WOMAN: Shake it!
- Yoooo!

Go, Soph!

♪ When we get to the lights ♪

♪ When we get to the lights ♪

♪ When we get there tonight ♪

♪ We're going crazy ♪

♪ When we get to the lights ♪

♪ When we get to the lights ♪

♪ When we get there tonight ♪

♪ We're going crazy ♪

Hey, Liz.

I'll leave you to it.

Might want to get them
to keep that music down.

Oh, shit. Turn it
down, turn it down.

Hey, sorry, Bea. Sorry.
We ought to... We...

No, turn it up, Boomer.

Oh, cool. Turn it up!

WOMAN: Whoo-hoo!

Turn it up! Turn it up!

[Volume increases]

How'd she go?

Good. Yeah, real good.

Hey, Jodie, you should be proud.

- You all right?
- I don't know.

- I don't think I can do this.
- Yeah, you can do this, Jodes.

No, you know what she's like.

I know, but it's our chance to
take her down, thanks to you.

We're all behind you.

And don't forget,
I'll be there with you

every step of the way, okay?

You can do this, Jodie.

Okay.

How Spiteri thinks the
ombudsman's gonna believe this

is anyone's guess.

Oh, thank you.

[Door closes]

What do you make of her?

Mm. Fragile.

I agree.

She's highly impressionable.

I mean, my fear is that she
could be easily manipulated

by the other women.

What did the board have to say?

At the emergency meeting

that was apparently
called last night.

The ombudsman informed the
board as a matter of courtesy.

But not me.

That was out of my control.

Hmm.

The preliminary hearing
is set for tomorrow.

Also out of your control.

The chair is very
concerned, of course,

but I, uh... I managed
to reassure him.

I'm sure you did.

Joan, believe me, I'm
doing everything I can.

Once Spiteri gives evidence,

we'll know exactly
what we're dealing with.

Allegations like this
can leave a bad smell

even when proven false.

That's what makes
this so unfair.

- You're not hungry?
- Not really.

We got you a little treat.

Thank you.

Don't you eat it all at once.

And keep it away from Maxine.

[Pen clicking rhythmically]

Oh! [Laughs]

Hi, love.

Doreen.

Hey.

Liz.

Oh, not Mum anymore?

You okay?

Soph, I've been a bit
worried about you. Just...

Listen to me, love.

No, I don't have
to listen to you.

Yes, you do.

I've been here for eight
years and I'm your mum,

so you're gonna hear me out.

Just leave me alone.

Love, I saw you in H2.

You were dancing
around. You were really...

Really what?

You were really
asking for it, all right?

Love, in here,
that is dangerous.

Shut up.

Listen, if you keep
acting like that,

pretty soon someone is
gonna take advantage of you...

For fuck's sake.
You are not my mum!

My mum comes to visit me
with my dad and my little brother.

You're just some...
Some old lag.

LINDA: Keep it down, Donaldson.

You're a lag and an alcoholic.

And you've fucked up
everything in your life,

and I don't want anything
you've ever touched...

Hey, that's enough.
That's enough.

No, it's okay. I can handle it.

- BEA: You sure?
- Yes.

Soph, please, will you...

No, it's fine.

Liz, it's gonna be all right.

Yeah, it will.

Love, you really wouldn't know.

Well, at least you've
got Doreen's little one

to look forward to.

You know, you're so lucky.

- DOREEN: Liz.
- JESS: Liz?

Vera.

Oh. Hi.

Hi. I brought something for you.

Yeah, I started cooking again.

Oh.

Yeah. Thought
you might like some.

VERA: Uh...

You... Oh, you
had lunch already?

Ah, no, I'm just...
I'm not very hungry.

- Oh. Well, I'll...
- Thank you.

I could put it in here
for later on, yeah?

- Thanks.
- Feeling better?

Sorry?

Well, you said you had the flu.

Oh, yeah, I'm fine.

Ah, I just...

Being able to talk about
things has meant a lot to me,

and I just wanted
to say thank you.

FERGUSON: Come in, Sierra Three.

Sorry.

Uh, yes, Governor.

[Knock on door]

[Door opens]

Thank you, Miss Bennett.

If you could wait outside.

You never write. You never call.

Spiteri and Smith.
What do you know?

- I'm not going there anymore.
- Really?

- Mm.
- You sure?

Yeah, I'm sure. We're done.

I have a draft copy of my
report for your parole hearing.

Would you care
to have a read of it?

I'm not up for parole yet.

Oh, you will be soon.

It's, uh... It's quite detailed.
Complimentary, even.

- Within reason, of course.
- Wow. Thanks.

I mean, clearly my concern
is for Spiteri's well-being.

She's exhibiting
signs of stress,

and as governor I
need to be aware

of all the prisoners'
welfare needs.

How is she?

Well, she was pretty fucked up.

She's doing much better now.

I do hope she's
getting some support

from the, uh, other prisoners.

Yeah. I wouldn't worry too much.

A detailed application
to the ombudsman

takes some legal expertise.

Isn't that right?

Detach Spiteri from Smith.

Ensure Spiteri understands
that nothing good

will come of this
course of action.

And then I'll sign this report.

[Slow country music playing]

- Ohh!
- Nice.

That is outstanding. Right.

Are you sure I
can't do anything?

No, I am very sure.

You take that.

Okay, yes.

- Bring your glass.
- Yes.

- And your beautiful self.
- [Chuckles]

And come out here.

- All right.
- Right.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

[Clears throat]

So, what do you think, mm?

Guess it'll have to do.

Is that right?

Well, the food had
better be amazing.

- See, I think you're worried.
- That's all I'm saying.

I think you're worried
you're not gonna be able

to control yourself.

Really? [Clears throat]

Ooh! Kebabs.

I know. I've outdone myself.

Where do you keep your firewood?

In the back. But I can get it.

I'll go.

You focus on that awesome food.

The torch is near the back door.

Okay. Thank you.

Will?

- Will!
- Yeah?

Come out here.

What's up?

Is that blood?

What is going on?

- Don't touch it.
- What? Why not?

- Fuck it.
- You need to call the police.

- What's it doing here?
- I don't know, okay?

I think it's the murder weapon
the cops are looking for.

Someone's planted
it on me, all right?

Someone's trying to frame
me for Harry's murder.

- Who?
- I don't know!

- You have to go to the police.
- I can't.

Why not?

Why not?

I went around to Harry's place
after he ran us off the road,

and I smashed his van with that.

I-I think you need
to call the police. Will.

You have to call
the police, Will.

What are you...

- What are you doing?
- You need to go home.

- Will, you...
- Get out of here!

Jesus!

[Sobs]

[Crying]

[Knocking on door]

[Police radio chatter]

Expecting someone?

What happened?

Oh. They bailed.

Help yourself, Detective.

Don't mind if I do.

Mmm.

You a fan of the marinade?

- Yeah.
- So am I.

You get that right,

everything else
just falls into place.

- You want some rice with that?
- Mm...

No? Maybe some salad?

- Only when the wife's around.
- Right.

So who was she?

She who bailed.

Just a mate.

Some mate.

I'd hate to see you try
and impress someone.

Is that cardamom?

Bloody love cardamom.

So now that you've
tossed my place,

is there anything else
you're looking for, Detective?

We'll let you know
when we find it.

WILL: What else?

Ginger.

Sorry for the
disturbance, Mr. Jackson.

We'll leave you in peace now.

WILL: What are you
doing with my laptop?

MEARS: Routine inquiries.

Let you know when you
can come and pick it up.

Oh, and, uh,
thanks for the grub.

Cardamom. Inspired.

[Door closes]

Oh, God.

Oh, Jesus.

[Knock on door, door opens]

Governor.

FERGUSON: Thank
you, Miss Bennett.

I was under the impression
that we had a working agreement.

- So was I.
- This hearing.

Your idea?

I'm just the
prisoner's advocate.

It's a high-risk
strategy, Smith.

I never took you for a gambler.

Hmm. You're right about that.

That's not how it appears.

You have no material evidence.

Just the word of
an unstable prisoner

against that of the governor.

I think that's a matter for
the ombudsman, don't you?

Spiteri knifed you.

What makes you think
you can trust her now?

You understand how
vulnerable you're leaving yourself

if this fails?

Was there anything
else, Governor?

Mnh-mnh. You may go.

[Door opens]

[Door closes]

- Come on.
- LINDA: Turn left. Turn right.

You can go. Next.

Healey, E.

Hey.

Look, we need to talk.

- LINDA: Turn left.
- Rose.

Turn right. You can go.

Please.

- LINDA: Next.
- Henderson.

LINDA: Turn left. Turn right.

[Indistinct conversations]

Oi!

You gonna let anyone
else have a go, or what?

Hey, Booms, Booms, Booms

What the fuck do you want?

[Slurps]

Oh.

Yeah, I've got a
batch on the go now.

Yeah, make you spew.

- Fuck yeah.
- Yeah.

[Laughs]

Tenner, all right?
You'll have it this arvo.

Last time it was five.

Yeah, well, this is a
shit-hot brew, all right?

Jesus, Booms.

No, take it or leave it.

I don't care. All right,
Juice? I don't care.

MAN ON P.A.:
Attention, compound.

Work details are to
commence in five minutes.

All prisoners are to
report to their workstations.

G'day, Mr. Jackson. How are you?

Warner.

Smith.

- Yeah.
- Linda, I've got Smith.

- LINDA: Smith, off you go.
- WILL: Here.

BEA: Save me a place.

You were right.

Karen Proctor and
her mob killed Harry.

Okay.

No, but they're trying
to frame me for it.

What?

They planted the wood
splitter at my place.

T-There was blood all over it.

Hold on. Why would
they try to frame you?

Well, I confronted Proctor
after she visited you.

We had an argument.
She must have freaked out.

Last night I came
back to my place,

and the splitter
was at the back.

Okay? Then the cops turned up.

- Well, did you tell the cops?
- Well, no.

Well, what about the splitter?

Well, I destroyed it.

W-Why would you do that?

Jesus Christ, Bea,

you don't think I had
anything to do with it.

Come on.

No.

I don't want to
talk about myself.

BRIDGET: What's worrying you?

Nothing's worrying me.

What have I got
to complain about?

I have the same conversation

with the same
dickheads every day,

and then at night I can replay
it all over again in my head.

Everything's fucking awesome.

Well, I'm not surprised
you feel like that.

Prison's a boring place.

Especially for a
smart woman like you.

You think I'm smart, do you?

- Course I do.
- Great.

So, let's talk about you.

Nice try.

Can't blame me for trying.

I'm surrounded by
dickheads and psychopaths.

Psychopaths?

Don't tell me you haven't
checked Ferguson off

against the DSM.

- Sorry?
- Jesus.

The Diagnostic and
Statistical Manual?

Yes, I know what the DSM is.

I'm just not used to
inmates who quote from it.

And that's my point.

Pff!

- Inmates.
- Mm.

[Both laugh]

We're not here to talk
about Ferguson, are we?

No, we're not.

Or about you.

That's right.

Or about why you're wearing
that new shade of lipstick today.

It suits you, by the way.

How does it taste?

Franky.

Or about why you cross
your legs when I come closer.

Or about why you smile
when I walk in the room.

And I know that smile.

And I know what it means.

Are you trying to threaten me?

Why would you say that?

Because you're
trying to intimidate me,

and I don't like it.

I don't respect it.

[Sighs]

I'm bored, Gidget.

I'm sick of everyone,
and I'm sick of myself.

I hate it here.

I know.

LUCY: I told you
I didn't take it.

BOOMER: Yeah, well,
who did then, huh? Who?!

LUCY: I don't know!

No, I filled that container.
It was almost to the top!

Hey! Hey! What's going on here?

Oh, dumb bitch
reckons I stole her grog.

Yeah, too tight to pay for it.

I didn't fucking steal it!

If I find out that you had
anything to do with this,

I will go bunta on your ass!

Stop it! No one's
going bunta, all right?

And when you
find out who took it,

you come to me
first, all right, yeah?

And you, go clean your
teeth. Your breath stinks.

[Laughs]

LIZ: Soph? Soph.

Fuck off and leave me alone.

Hey, Sophie.

- No, no, Bea, it's fine.
- No, no.

I just want to have a word.

Come on, let's take a walk. I
want to have a word with you.

- Oh, what?!
- What?

[Sighs]

[Sloshing]

[Sniffs]

WOMAN: Oh, yeah.

Thanks.

You know, Sophie,
when I first came in here

I was scared shitless, too.

I was a mess.

Your mum, she was
peer worker then.

She was the one
who got me through it.

Franky said Mum lagged on her.

Yeah, she did.

Well, isn't that the worst?

Well, that all depends.

You know, things were
pretty bad in here, Sophie.

Some women died.

Your mum, she was
just looking out for us.

I know it couldn't have been
easy for you and your brother

with your mum's drinking, but
your mum, she's different now.

SOPHIE: Did she
really talk about me?

BEA: No.

But I think she
did the right thing.

SOPHIE: How's that right?

My daughter, Debbie, she
died because someone in here

found out who she was.

I don't think your mum
wanted to take that risk with you.

I wish I'd done the same thing.

[Exhales sharply]

I know it's tough on you both.

But you need to give
your mum a chance.

You hear me?

Because she's one of the
best things about this place.

[Exhales sharply]

So you be good to her.

[Exhales slowly]

MAXINE: Miss Spiteri, these
are very serious allegations.

Yep. I understand.

- FRANKY: Pick it up, Jodes.
- Um...

All I... All I want is the
chance to be heard.

FRANKY: And the abuse?

JODIE: Oh, right, right.

And to make sure that
abuse like I was subjected to

doesn't happen again to anyone.

Admit it. You're just trying
to slander the governor.

This isn't about the governor.

This is about my
rights as a prisoner.

Tou-fucking-ché.
Nice one, Jodes.

Why do you expect us to
believe you, Miss Spiteri?

JODIE: Uh...

MAXINE: Why? Why, Miss Spiteri?

- I don't know.
- FRANKY: Come on, Jodes!

Look at your record.
Dishonesty, fraud, drug use.

Why should we believe
you? Hit back at her.

Because whatever my past crimes,

what happened to me
in Wentworth was wrong.

No one should have
to suffer abuse like I did.

And that's why I've
made this complaint.

- Bam.
- Is that okay?

- FRANKY: Eh, it was all right.
- That was better than all right.

Good, love.

Okay, you just got to stick
with what you just said.

And remember, I'll be there
with you the whole time.

Okay.

These guys will
stay here with you,

and I'll see you at
the hearing, all right?

All right.

Hey, Bea? Thanks.

MAXINE: Okay?

Fuck.

FRANKY: Okay. Let's go again.

[Clears throat]

Things have been
pretty shitty lately, yeah?

Yeah.

It's a shame.

I don't know, do
you think, you know,

when things get a bit
better and settle down,

that maybe you and I...

I'm not the kind of girl you
should be hanging out with.

Franky.

It wasn't just hanging out.

I know.

This thing you're doing today.

You really got the chance
to stick it up Ferguson.

You bring that bitch
down for all of us.

- Okay?
- Okay.

Spiteri.

You're needed at the hearing.

You're all right.

[Exhales slowly]

Thanks.

MAXINE: Hey,
Bea's got your back.

[Knock on door]

Mum?

Mum.

Oh! Oh, love, it's you.

Bea told me about some things,
and I wanted to come and...

Oh, my darling.

Oh, Soph, I have missed
you so much, my darling.

Are you drunk? You're drunk!

- I'm not drunk, Sophie.
- Oh, my God!

Sophie, I'm not drunk!
Sophie, I'm not drunk! Soph!

FRANKY: Hey, what's up?

- You all right?
- She's drunk!

Sophie! Soph. Oh,
fuck. No, no, no!

Did she do anything to you?

You need to get out. Go, go, go.

- Liz.
- You... You leave her alone.

Liz is pissed. She's
getting punchy again.

Shut that mouth.

- You shut it!
- You gonna make me?

What, you're gonna
make me, are you?

You're disgusting. Look at you.

- You better go.
- Frigging pipsqueak.

No, I haven't
finished with you, love.

- Let me go.
- No, no.

- You need to let go of me.
- Stop it!

- Stop it!
- Doreen!

You leave her alone!

Love your work, Liz.
Look at what you did!

LIZ: You shut your mouth,

and you frigging leave
my daughter alone!

- Get out of the way.
- Or what?

FRANKY: I'm warning
you. I'm warning you.

Are you gonna shiv me the
same way you fucking shivved...

Shut your mouth.
I will kill you.

I will fucking kill you!

Franky, let her go.

You all right, Liz?

LIZ: Fuck off.

BRIDGET: Get back
to your unit. Sleep it off.

We'll talk in the morning.

Disappointed, Franky.

Professionally and personally.

Like I give a fuck.

LINDA: Ms. Westfall,
is there trouble?

BRIDGET: No trouble.

We're done.

Good. You're
wanted at the hearing.

CHANNING: Miss Spiteri.

Thank you for joining us.

Where's Bea? Bea should be here.

Bea Smith, the
prisoner's advocate.

Where is she?

Ms. Bennett will
go and find her.

I would like to thank the
Office of the Ombudsman

for this opportunity
to air this complaint.

Noted, Ms. Ferguson.

Shall we begin?

JODIE: Um... Uh...

HENDERSON: What happened?

She, um...

She came while I
was in the slot, and...

"She" being Ms. Ferguson?

Miss Spiteri?

Uh... Yes.

What happened?

She... She... She took
me to another place.

I don't know where.

Can you describe it?

Well, no, I'd never
been there before.

It was dark, you
know? I don't know.

Uh... [Breathing heavily]

She drugged me, she hurt me,

she made me say things.

What things did
she make you say?

Uh... That, um...

FERGUSON: You're worthless.

That I'm worthless.

- You're pointless.
- And I'm pointless.

You're nothing.

And I'm nothing.

And that no one misses me.

And that I'm, uh...

I'm worthless.

- You're worthless.
- That I'm pointless.

- You're pointless.
- And I'm nothing.

And that no one misses
me and no one cares.

Miss Spiteri.

Miss Spiteri.

I want Bea!

I want Bea!

- I want Bea!
- If I may.

- Where is she?
- May... May I?

I just... I am a bit concerned
for the prisoner's mental state.

Perhaps a five-minute break?

HENDERSON: Good
idea, Ms. Ferguson.

Thank you.

Can we talk now, please?

- No.
- Come on, Rose.

I'm not gonna do this anymore.

I'll talk to you at
work. We can be polite.

But that's about it.

Look, I don't know
what's going on, okay?

Neither do I.

But I don't want anything
more to do with you, okay, so...

MAN ON P.A.: Sierra
Six to Sierra Four,

we need your
assistance in the yard.

Jodie Spiteri
engaged in a number

of self-harming behaviors.

However, we had
been working together

to find strategies
to deal with them.

What were these
strategies, Ms. Westfall?

BRIDGET: Cognitive
behavior therapy,

analysis of past
patterns of behavior,

identification of future goals.

I believe we're
making good progress.

However, I would be
worried to place Jodie

under too much emotional
pressure, as these strategies...

[Knock on door]

Excuse me.

May I?

[Whispering] Bea
Smith has been placed

in the psychiatric ward.

[Whispering indistinctly]

Uh, my apologies, but
prisoner advocate Smith

will not be able to
take part in this hearing.

She's, uh...

incapacitated.

[Exhales sharply]

Oh, Jodie.

[Crying]

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry!

I am sorry!

[Sobbing]

I'm so sorry!

JODIE: You're nothing.

No one misses you.

No one cares.

Miss Spiteri will receive
appropriate care?

I'll make sure she does.

Good. Thank you, Ms. Westfall.

Thank you, Mr. Henderson.

- Thank you.
- Bye.

So, withdrawal
of all allegations.

The board will be pleased.

You seem surprised,
Mr. Channing.

Nothing surprises me, Joan.

May I offer you
my congratulations?

You may. Was
there anything else?

Not that I can think of.

- Vera.
- Mr. Channing.

Everything all right?

During the riot, when
I was held hostage...

did the governor refuse to
open the doors to isolation?

Yes.

She did.

I had a syringe at my
throat, and she refused?

Thank you, sir.

Vera, you okay?

No.

No, sir, I'm not.

[Horn honks]

Hey, mate.

You dropped your keys.

Thanks.

You all right there, mate?

Yeah.

Yeah. No worries.

[Slow instrumental music plays]

[Gasping]

[Grunting]

[Screams]