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Shall we start with your earliest memory?
The sea.
Endless horizon,
that was home.
Anything else?
Let me out!
Medical trials.
So, are you interested?
Doesn't that annoy you?
I don't notice it.
Does it annoy you, Stone?
All those hours ticking away.
You're just stuck in here like the rest of us.
Stalling tactics.
I thought you'd be more direct.
What makes you think I'd be more direct?
If I was looking to stall, I'd ask why it's so dark in here.
Diversion tactics.
Turning things round to me.
Guessing the pills are part of it.
Headaches?
That's none of your concern.
Maybe you're an addict.
Would you like to answer my question, or not?
Whatever your offer is, the endgame's the same.
There are no underhand tactics.
Replace the death penalty with a full life sentence.
- Simple. - Simple?
What an appealing offer.
Life without parole. See out my days staring at metal bars.
The answer is no.
Are you saying you want to die, Stone?
Saying no the chance of justice on the mainland?
If a place like this can exist off-borders, outside of the law,
then there's no justice for me anywhere.
Thanks for the shallow offer, though.
You were in US Special Forces
and then a bodyguard for the late State Senator Alan.
You've served your whole adult life.
These trials are to do good.
To find cures for cancer, AIDS, Alzheimer's.
That file also states that I killed Senator Alan,
and then murdered his wife and children.
Are you saying you didn't?
Does it matter anymore?
If, if you believe you're innocent, you could buy yourself some time.
If I believe? Jesus.
Your execution date is set for next month.
I'm offering you your best chance to get off this island,
regardless of what you think.
You're outside the law here. Outside society, forgotten.
I'm giving you a chance to turn things around.
I've killed people.
It was a job, and it wasn't pleasant.
The one time I protected someone, I got hung out to dry.
And I've ended up out here, off-limits.
Forgotten, as you put it.
You ought to think about your own involvement in these experiments
before worrying about my fate, Doctor.
I've seen what they do to the trial subjects.
Give me the chair over that any day.
What are you doing?
No! No, no, no. No! No, she was helping, that's all.
What happened?
Well, a bird came through the window.
What's going on with all these lights?
What's wrong with it?
It's dead, is what.
Not quite the fancy city living you had in mind out here.
Doctor?
Lennon, can you take Stone back to her cell?
Stone? Think about what I said.
That's all.
Is that all that happened with the good doctor?
You both seem a bit flustered, Stone.
Sorted you out, did he?
Not again.
Shut that music off, right now,
or I'll knock a week off all your fucking due dates!
Always figured Brooks for a faggot.
Give it a rest, Woodhouse.
Lennon's part of Father Kitsell's God Squad.
Only into altar boys, aren't you darlin'?
Me on the other hand,
I like a proper woman.
I said, fucking turn that music off, right now!
Don't worry, Stone.
You'll get your chance.
I'm make sure of that.
Maybe when I get off the chair, stiff and cold.
Guess that's the only way a dick like you gets any.
Look, Lennon. She slipped.
Maybe one day, you'll slip.
- And I'll get a front row seat. - Maybe.
Then again, maybe not.
Thought you'd like a new cellmate.
Don't worry, Stone.
One dyke's snatch is the same as any other, right?
Where's the air in this place?
I don't know whether to freeze or burn to death.
I'm Conway. Sisterhood call me Blonde.
Got some tats yourself, girl.
Is that the Special Forces or something?
Hard fucking core.
So, this is the island, death row.
No possibility of parole.
Who'd've thought Brits would be back into that game?
You the same Stone that killed Senator Alan?
You're pure of birth, Stone,
but you're either deaf, or you got something against the sisterhood.
One, I'm not your sister.
Two, I've got something against anyone who invades my space.
Is that what the Senator did?
Invade your space?
Shame about his wife and daughter.
Heard he invaded their space, too.
But they hung you out to dry, a real patsy.
You feeling okay?
- What? - You seem nervous.
You want to check me out, doctor?
You know, Senator Alan was one of ours.
Was gonna bring the real rain.
You seem to know a lot about my case. You wanna be my lawyer?
Dead girls don't need lawyers.
Fight! Fight! Fight!
Silence!
For fuck's sake, Stone. What happened?
- Let her bleed out. - Conway attacked her, I saw it.
You know what you're saying, don't you, Lennon?
The truth.
Get out of my way.
There's a pulse!
Get a move on!
We need some help here.
Jesus. I'm better off bleeding out in the cell.
Razor shank to her ankle. She's bleeding!
I've got my hands full already, Lennon.
Take her back. It's her due date soon, anyway.
Just do your job, Bragg, for fuck's sake.
Get her on the bed and bind her to it tightly.
She's bleeding out of her ankle.
She's not running anywhere.
You bind her down or I don't touch her.
Twat.
All right. Unless you're a doctor, get off my wing.
Thanks, Saint Lennon.
I can wait at the door for a while.
You're not gonna give me anything?
Why waste good painkillers on you lot
when I can sell them for twice the price on the island?
They all need it this far out.
Times are good when no one's watching.
I can hardly breathe! What's with the air con?
What the fuck?
You seen this?
Yeah, good protein.
Fuck's sake.
My God.
Christ on a bike! Where the hell did he come from?
D block!
He was trying to escape from the labs,
but got ill halfway across the island.
Well, you might have noticed that this this is the women's block.
Tell D to look after their own.
He's one of the warden's new prisoners.
He jumped from the test lab mid-trial.
You're just gonna leave this in here?
Jesus.
What the hell is wrong with him?
What happened to you?
You've taken things to the next level, bitch!
That one's a goner. You better do your thing.
You mean the last rites?
Do we even know if he's Catholic?
Does he look like he cares?
Let's pray I never have to administer them to you.
I would hate to lie to the Lord.
In the name of the Father, of the Son, of the Holy Spirit, amen.
God.
Come on.
I didn't realize you army lot were such babies.
May the good Lord grant you the gifts of the Holy Spirit.
And may he free you, save you, and raise you.
In the name of the Father, and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.
Hey.
What's going on down there?
Stone.
You were reading Treasure Island from the library, I believe.
How are you finding our desert island here?
Struggling to find treasure.
Doctor Brooks lent that book last, I think.
You fishing to know if he asked me?
Well, he did. And I said no to the tests.
Is that what happened to that guy?
I wish I could hurry it up for those in pain.
What's stopping you?
Faith, that with enough prayer,
we will all survive.
Is that what you were discussing with the Butcher earlier?
- We were praying. - For all the people she cut up?
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