Hello! Keep it in your pants, ladies!
- Doreen. - Doreen, cool.
I'm Nash.
- Who's in charge? - You are.
- And who runs the place? - You do.
Sky, put it down. Put the shiv down! Fletch!
Thanks for dropping me in the shit with Ferguson.
- You were a bit heavy-handed. - She was armed with a shiv.
- She was gonna drop it. - You're a good woman, Simmo.
I'm Brayden. Brayden Holt.
It was a kindness, really, putting her out of her misery.
- She was better off dead. - (BEA SCREAMS)
You owe it to Deb to make him pay for what he did.
REPORTER: Police believe that the fire was deliberately lit.
Do you think it was aimed at you?
Why would it be aimed at me?
I'm gonna kill the fucker.
SONG: ♪ 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
♪ And you're catching me out
♪ You're calling me in
♪ And you're catching me out
♪ You're calling me in
♪ And you're catching me out
♪ You don't know me
♪ When I don't know you. ♪
WOMAN: Here!
- Fuckin' bitch! - What's going on there?
I've never seen it this bad. Look at 'em. They've gone crazy.
That's 'cause Ferguson's halved their methadone.
- What? - Have you been under a rock?
Yeah, a rock called Nash.
What do you reckon Ferguson's after?
- Chaos? - MAN: Alright!
Come on, that's enough. Get off her!
MAN ON P.A.: Attention, compound. Attention, compound.
Recreation period is over.
All prisoners must leave the exercise yard.
Prisoners must leave the exercise yard.
BEA: Oh, she'll get in solitary for that.
LIZ: Yeah, but she's not a bad artist for a junkie.
- Oh, stop it! - It looks alright.
How old is she?
Shit.
(BEEP)
(DOOR BUZZES)
What do you want?
Oh, I live here now.
Oh, someone's got a warped sense of humour.
- Simmo, about Jacs... - What?
You didn't mean to kill her?
You saved Vinnie Holt a shitload on the divorce settlement.
- I'll give you that. - So...
You stay out of my face and we're OK.
- Forgive and forget, right? - (SIGHS)
- He-hey! - Hey!
- Great to see ya. - Yeah.
- What are you doing? - LIZ: Cell toss.
- Oh, what the fuck? - Stay out till I'm done. Yeah?
Sorry, boss.
I didn't give Sky permission to fuckin' graffiti.
We need permission to fart now, do we?
- So where is she now? - I don't know.
Where's Sky?
Probably chasing the dragon, I'll bet.
How's that? We're in the middle of a fuckin' drought!
Yeah, well, Simmo's back, isn't she?
- Simmo's back? - Yeah.
Fuck!
Hey, Simmo. Welcome back, mate. How ya been?
- What do you want, Sky? - Oh, nothin'.
Hey... Are you holding? I can pay straight up.
Yeah. You know me, eh?
- Fuck me! You having a party? - Nup.
Nup? What'd I tell you about your stupid drawings?
Huh?
They're tossing our cells
'cause of your graffiti in the yard.
- Oh, shit. - Yeah, shit's right.
- So, what are you doing in here? - Oh, nothin'.
- Just, you know... - Nothin'?
No, nothin'.
Sure as shit doesn't look like nothin'.
FRAN KY: Get out.
- Fuckin' nob. - Ow!
You two keen to hang around?
FRANKY: Didn't think so.
So much for loyalty, eh?
I heard you glassed some bitch your old man was screwing.
Shit happens.
Probably easier to glass your old man
Than every chick he bangs.
I reckon!
Hope you're not looking to start up a business in here.
No. No, I'm just keeping my head down and doing my time easy.
Yeah?
'Cause Sky, she's got a nose for smack like a bloodhound.
And I don't think she was in here for the conversation.
Franky, I got nothin'.
So you won't mind me checking, then.
Huh? Call it quality control.
Did nothin' for me.
FRANKY: Well...
Don't let me catch you dealing
And I won't have to do it again.
(PULLS PAPER TOWEL)
Wait here. Wait here.
- Governor. - Come in.
We've completed the search.
Found the usual - cash, mags, smokes - but no spray can.
Anderson's here to see you, as requested.
Yep. Just a moment. Just... Shut the door.
Come closer. Don't make me shout.
You should know that, uh...
...a written report has been made
concerning your breach of conduct the other day.
- What breach? - Inappropriate use of capsicum spray.
- What? - I'd have preferred to ignore it.
But now that it's in writing, it will have to be lodged
With the governing body.
It's, uh... it's unfortunate.
So who wrote this report?
I'm not at liberty to say, but you're well within your rights
To speak to the governing body yourself.
Well, I think I know who.
I'll let you know if I hear anything further on the matter.
Just send in Anderson.
Don't bother sitting. This'|| be brief.
Were you in the exercise yard this morning?
- Uh, yeah. - Good. So you saw what happened?
That government property was vandalised.
- Yes? Good. - Yeah. Yes.
- I need to know who it was. - I don't know.
I think we just established that you do.
Yeah, but I didn't see...
I gave you the garden project as a privilege,
with the understanding that good behaviour would be rewarded.
If you're not gonna work with me, Anderson, I'm very sorry,
I'll be forced to reconsider those garden privileges.
So I'm going to ask you again.
Who was responsible for the graffiti in the yard?
I will give you 24 hours
To try and remember
Just what you saw.
- Isn't his name Barry? - No, it's Liam.
- That's terrible. - No, it's good, it's good.
Watch that shit.
BOOMER: No, you should watch that.
- Whoo! - What's up?
'Cause of this idiot,
Ferguson's threatened to shut down the garden.
Oh, calm down, princess. It'll blow over.
Bullshit. She's holding me responsible, Franky.
Yeah, welcome to my world.
Bees around the honey pot.
FRAN KY: Unbelievable.
Cover me.
OK.
What's going on?
BOOMER: Hey, Ms Miles?
Check this out. Look at that. I know.
-(TAPS) -You miss the cookin' in here, Simmo?
Hey?
(GROANS)
Hey, you're not fooling me.
If you're not holding now, you will be.
- I got nothin', Franky. - Bullshit.
The Holts think they can replace Jacs with you
And it's business as usual.
So who's bringing it in? Hm?
Keeping it in the family? Is it Brayden?
- No-one, I swear. - (SQUELCHING)
I'm not warning you again.
(GROANS)
Enjoy your lunch.
FRAN KY: Bea.
Who has just a roll and tomato sauce?
You. Right now. Go.
(KNOCKS) Hey. Are you OK?
What do you think?
I think Franky's out of control.
Her days as top dog are numbered.
- What are you gonna do? - Whatever I damn well want.
I got backup on the outside.
Hey, I was thinking about what you said.
Forgiving and forgetting.
I was thinking about Brayden.
About the pain I must have caused by...
...taking his mum from him.
I know what it's like to have someone you love taken from you.
I wanted to apologise to him.
Yeah. Good luck with that.
(DOOR BUZZES)
Dor, stop looking at him.
Ooh! Go for it, Dor.
(DOOR BUZZES)
Boss.
- Will, you got a second? - MAN: Ladies.
- You come here often? - What do you reckon, mate?
Did you make an official complaint
About what happened with Sky?
- No. - Someone did.
Well, no, I...
Ferguson asked me to write an incident report. That was it.
- You did write a report, though? - Far as I know, it's internal.
(LAUGHS) That's fantastic.
- Yeah. - Fletch!
Really?
FRANKY: What's going on with those two?
Maybe I gotta get in on this gardening caper.
Reckon there's opportunities to be had.
Sure.
- Move along, ladies. - See ya later.
Sir.
(LAUGHS)
Bitch is onto me, so we've gotta strike first.
You sure you can get the gear in?
It's all organised. Brayden will be paying me regular visits.
Gotta get Franky out of the way first, or she'll keep coming.
- How? - She's a hothead.
If I get her angry, she'll come after me.
We can use Sky to tell her when I'm alone. Only, I won't be.
Alright. I'm in.
Me too.
Cool.
Hey, Ms B.
- I'm just here to get me books. - On the trolley, over there.
Thank you.
Red, what are you doing here?
Fuck!
I'm sorry, Franky. My cue slipped.
- Slater, you're off the table. - It was an accident, Ms Bennett.
I don't care. Back to your unit, now. Go.
VERA: You too. Go.
I'm so sorry.
(SKY HUMS)
- Hey. - Where's the spray can?
Hm?
Where's the spray can?
They're gonna...
There.
- You're pinned. - Nah.
I'm just... just tired, hey?
Bullshit. Where'd you get it? Did you get it off Simmo?
- Huh? - Was it Simmo?
Yeah. It was... It was just a little bit.
OK.
- Booms. Get in here. - Nah, Franky, please.
- Nuh. I won't go to her again. - Close the door.
No, don't make her hurt me. Oh, fuck! Please, Franky.
Say cheese, dickhead.
(SKY SHOUTS)
Oi, Simmo.
What happened to you?
Franky pinged me on the bloody gear.
I told you to be careful, ya silly little moll!
Nah. Listen.
I know how you can get that bitch, eh?
She always studies in the ed centre after dinner.
Alone.
No Boomer. Huh?
Whatever.
Nah.
Don't do this, Simmo. You can't trust Sky.
- You know she's with Franky. - She's a junkie.
She's anybody's. As long as they've got the gear.
And I'm the only one with access.
Smith! What are you doing?
Job's not finished. The whole section here.
I believe this is yours, Ms Jago.
You can come with me now.
Roz!
Megan?
Simmo.
You've come to join my study group, have ya?
- Hi. - You set me up.
- Yeah. - (LAUGHS)
- Come on. - Oh.
(GROANS)
Get her between the shelves.
You...
You seem to like eight balls, Simmo.
Yeah.
You up for a game now?
MAN ON P.A.: Attention, compound. Attention, compound.
All prisoners return to their units.
Count will commence in 15 minutes.
- Come on. We gotta go. - FRANKY: Booms.
Yeah?
I want you to finish the job.
- What? - Kneecap her.
They'll put her in Protection. She won't be back.
She won't be a pain in the arse.
No. She... Well, look.
She's... She's almost out cold.
BOOMER: I mean, it'd be a bit dirty.
I don't care, Boomer. I'm not fuckin' around.
I want her out of here permanently.
Want you to use this.
Oh, fuck.
- That's hardcore. - Just do it quick.
Get back before the count, hey?
- Where's Simmo? - Piss off.
You'd better tell me, because I think she's been set up.
- Whoa! - Sorry, Mr Jackson.
Where are you going? Didn't you hear the call?
Yeah, I was just off to get Simmo.
OK, you stay here. I'll get her. Where is she?
She's, um... She's in the shower block.
Yeah, it's a...
...girl thing.
OK. You've got five minutes.
Run.
- Boomer! Don't do it, Boomer. - Oh, shit! Fuck!
You scared me.
She's had enough.
Oh, piss off. She deserves it, alright?
Boomer. You don't believe that.
You don't have to do everything Franky tells you.
- Alright? - Yeah, I do.
Tell her that Mr Jackson came and you had to run. Alright?
You just tell her anything. Just don't do this.
MAN ON P.A.: Count commencing in five minutes.
You can still make the call if you go now.
Yeah?
Oh, shit.
Come on. It's Bea.
Yeah, come on.
Let's get you UP-
(GROANS)
MAN ON RADIO: Sierra Four, call in your count, please.
Sierra Four, report in, please.
Oi!
Is your radio down?
- Where the hell is everyone? - Look“.
- Will! - Just...
Just give me one minute, please.
- What the fuck? - Give me one minute.
- Don't call it in yet. - Have you lost your head?
You've gotta raise the alarm, mate.
Will.
Will!
Jesus Christ.
- What happened? - I just found her like this.
WILL: OK.
Sierra Five, will you please confirm?
Do you have an eyeball on Sierra Four?
Sierra Five, do you have an eyeball on Sierra Four?
What's going on?
FERGUSON: Where are the prisoners from this unit?
Flet... Mr Fletcher?
I don't know.
WILL ON RADIO: Sierra Three, we have a code black.
I repeat, code black. I'm escorting Slater to Medical.
(SIGHS)
This is your last chance to tell me something
that vaguely resembles the truth.
I told you I didn't see who hit me.
You told Mr Jackson that Slater was sick,
Which leads me to believe that at the very least,
You knew an attack was imminent.
No, Simmo said she was feeling unwell.
So I went to get her from the shower block.
Mr Jackson. Take Smith back to H4.
You and I will speak later.
(WOMEN LAUGH)
- What's going on? - Franky is starving me.
She won't let me eat, thanks to you.
- Oh, punishment? - Yeah.
- Oh, sorry. - Don't tell her you were there.
- Don't worry. - Don't.
I heard you got in the shit, Red.
It's not like you to miss a count, ya little straighty.
You know, if I were to somehow find out that you helped Simmo,
That'd be very bad for you.
You've got nothing to worry about.
WOMAN: Ladies. Ladies.
It is simply not acceptable.
I was brought here to stop the cycle of failure.
But I can only do that if everyone steps up
And takes responsibility for their actions.
When officers ignore the protocols put in place,
when certain inmates expect
preferential treatment from guards, the whole system...
Governor, Mr Fletcher...
This is not a Q-and-A, Mr Jackson.
I will say this just once more to you all.
Join with me in fixing Wentworth.
Behave with professionalism.
Or get out.
That is all.
Mr Fletcher?
A moment?
How are you doing?
I'm fine, thanks.
Why do you ask?
Professionally...
...how would you rate your performance?
I'm doing mYi°b-
I would have to disagree.
In fact, I am rapidly
Running out of patience with you.
Me? What for?
Further breaches of conduct could result in your dismissal.
Do you understand?
Consider this a final warning.
LIZ: Come on, Roz. It's a big dick.
It'll take a long time to cover up. Come on.
- You're off the hook. - Yeah.
"Thanks, Franky. Really appreciate it, Franky."
I'm glad the garden's safe, but I'm not gonna thank you
For putting an innocent person in the slot.
- An innocent person? - Yeah.
Do we even have any of those?
- Whatever. - Not whatever.
I did you a favour, and now it's your turn.
I want in on the garden detail today.
- I can't. The detail's full. - Then get rid of someone.
Alright.
Fletch, look. I'm sorry about what happened.
I didn't mean to.
Are we talking about reporting me
For the capsicum spray incident or allowing prisoners
To leave the muster and letting me take the blame?
I didn't mean for you to take the blame on that.
Sorry. Again, I'm confused here. Which one are we talking about?
Look, Ferguson asked me to write that report.
So you just did it, like a good little boy?
You didn't question her motivation?
Look, I just wrote down what happened.
She's trying to get rid of me.
- She's using you to do it. - That sounds really paranoid.
If you've got a problem with me,
Why don't you man up and say it to my face, huh?
Why would I have a problem with you?
Just forget it.
LIZ: Oh, those mini cucumbers.
DOREEN: Can't wait for them to turn out.
Yeah, they're gonna be lovely.
They're gonna look great when you put 'em in.
(LAUGHTER AND CHATTER)
- When do you want the gear? - Soon as possible.
- Tomorrow? - Yeah, OK.
Hey, we need a dropbox - somewhere in the shed
Where I can put the cash, you can leave the gear.
Stick it under one of the floorboards, yeah?
- It's gotta be safe. - Yeah, I can fix it.
- Who are you talking to? - Just myself, sir.
Uh, Ms Miles. Can I go and get the hose?
Right here, love.
- Go on. - FRANKY: Come on, Booms.
- BOOMER: What? - We're meant to be working.
BOOMER: I am.
- FRANKY: You're not. - BOOMER: I am!
What are you doing?
I brought some food for the bird.
Oh. I thought you would have been over here looking for me.
Not a chance.
LINDA: Hurry up, Anderson.
BOOMER: I need gloves for that shit.
Hey.
Are you OK?
- You mind? - No.
Here. Here, sit down.
You saved my arse last night.
- Thanks. - Don't mention it.
- To anyone. - Does Franky know?
She has her suspicions, yeah.
I guess we're both fucked, then.
Possibly.
I owe you.
I won't forget it.
Hey, Simmo.
There's something you could do for me.
Can you please give this letter to Brayden?
It's to say how sorry I am.
You can read it. I've left it unsealed.
They won't let me post anything to him, and...
Well, then, I thought that when he visits, you could maybe...
I don't think you owe him anything.
- I took his mother from him. - You don't need to do this.
You don't need to feel guilty.
You're serving your time.
I, uh...
It would just...
...put my mind at rest.
Sure.
Thanks.
He's coming in tomorrow.
Thanks.
BEA: Hey.
- What brings you here, Red? - Have you got a sec?
- I might. - You know the law, right?
Yeah, wish I'd studied it before my trial.
Why?
Do you think I have a chance at an appeal?
- To reduce my sentence? - What'd you get?
- 12 years? -Mm-hm. - Plea bargain?
-Mm-hm. -Probably not. Sounds about right to me.
But if I wanted to give it a shot, where do I start?
You can start
By telling me where you were during the count.
I was in the shower block.
- I didn't hear the call. - How come?
- Because I was washing my hair. - (SCOFFS)
There's a lot of it.
I hope that's the case.
- Mmm. - Wild Orchid.
Oof. That's hot.
You can, uh, ask your lawyer
What mitigating factors they can present in appeal.
Mitigating factors.
Yeah, you might be able to squeeze a few months off, maybe.
Is that all?
You did stab someone in the neck with a pen.
Yeah.
OK, thanks.
And whatever you think, I'm not siding with Simmo against you.
(KNOCKS) Mr Jackson?
I've got a visitors request form.
- Put it there. - It's urgent.
It's my lawyer. I need him to come tomorrow.
- Well, that won't happen. - Why not?
You see that pile there? I'm working from the bottom up, Bea.
- Is there any chance that... - No.
There is absolutely no chance.
'Cause last time I did you a favour, you shat on me.
I didn't mean to get you into trouble.
But you did lie to me.
Slater wasn't sick.
So why put yourself on the line for her?
See, I don't understand.
Well, I didn't know that's what was gonna happen.
You're still lying to me, Bea.
I know there's more to it than that.
I couldn't let another person get hurt, alright?
I'm really sorry.
I'll put it through.
Thank you.
Whatever it is, Bea,
I hope you're not playing a dangerous game.
No.
TV VOICEOVER: The man is putting up a real fight.
- MAN: Come on. Calm down. - (DOOR OPENS)
MAN: Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey. Just settle down.
WOMAN: Whoa! Look at this, ladies.
(CHATTER)
- Anderson. - Yeah?
FAULKNER: You're needed in here for a minute.
Come and show this Knucklehead how to get things done.
Mr Faulkner!
MAN: Keep your foot on the end of that.
Otherwise it's not gonna be a true reading.
- (LAUGHS) He's a guts. - (LAUGHS)
- He eats like my kid. - Have you got a kid?
-Mia.
Yeah, I don't see her anymore, but.
What happened?
(SIGHS) Her mum, she dumped me when I got busted.
Still think about her every day, but.
- I'm sorry. - Yeah.
So... we're gonna be... rake hooks in this spot here
And then all the tools over here, yeah?
No, no, no, it's the other way round. I want 'em here.
And make sure the table legs are raised.
Otherwise the mice get into the fertiliser.
- Come on. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- The fuck? - (GASPS)
Piss off.
Both of youse.
- Getting your end in, Nashy? - Fuck off, Bates.
Hey? Half your luck, mate.
- Did you put the bet on? - Yeah, 10 o'clock at Cranny.
Any minute now.
You've developed a sudden interest in gardening, Doyle.
It's the vegies, Ms Ferguson. Just love 'em.
You know, home-grown, nice and fresh.
I'm telling you this once only.
Any incidents out here and you'll be eating your vegetables
in the slot.
- Understood? - Yep.
Better get back to it.
(GATE BEEPS AND BUZZES)
- We good? - Yep.
Just down there.
Drop the cash in. The gear'|| be waiting.
OK. That's a down payment.
Balance'|| be paid street to street.
Got a visitor in today. She'll sort the rest out.
- Put it away. It's all there. - No, no, no.
This is for the boss man. I want something a little extra.
What the fuck are you talking about? We agreed on a price.
Yeah, just something for my trouble.
Know what I mean?
Oh, fuck. You've gotta be fuckin' kidding me.
Listen, babe, it's either that or it's no deal.
(WOMAN MOANS)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)
Bea. Your lawyer's here to see you.
Thanks. Just need to go to the loo. Can you give me a sec?
Make it quick, eh?
Ah, this way, Mr Dalby.
Thank you.
To be honest, I'm really not quite sure why I'm here.
I guess I really came because it's a favour to you, Bea.
Now, look, I've been over your old case notes, and...
...I'm afraid I think we've really exhausted
Pretty much all avenues of appeal.
(CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)
(INAUDIBLE)
(SPEAKS INAUDIBLY)
And that amounted to a reduction of 18 months.
And there was also, of course,
A reduction through extenuating circumstances,
namely the... the death of your daughter
and... and, of course,
The deceased's son's relationship with her.
Bea?
What I guess I'm trying to say is
I think I've pretty much done all I can for you.
But... if there's anything you'd like to ask me while I'm here,
I'm more than happy to answer any questions, Bea.
- SIMMO: This is for you. - BRAYDEN: Who's this from?
Bea Smith.
DALBY: Um, Bea...
Bea?
Bea. Bea!
Bea!
This is for Debbie!
Oh, fuck!
- (ALARM BLARES) - Get the fuck off me!
Get off me!
- Let go, Bea! - (YELLS)
Get off me! Get off me! Get off me!
- Get off me! - Settle down, Smith!
MAN ON RADIO: Code black. I repeat, code black.
- Code black. I repeat... - You murderer!
You're a monster! (SPITS)
- Come on! - You fucking monster! (SPITS)
What the fuck?
SONG: ♪ I don't know what you want
♪ Don't leave me hanging on
♪ Don't know what you want
♪ Don't leave me hanging on. ♪