Oh, what are you doing this for, Franky?
- Because I need the gear. - You don't need the gear.
Franky, I got nothin'.
Further breaches of conduct could result in your dismissal.
Do you understand?
Consider this a final warning.
- When do you want the gear? - Soon as possible.
- Tomorrow? - Yeah, OK.
FLETCH: I should never have started fucking that bitch.
There was some stuff about him and Meg Jackson.
- Ugh! - Who's bringing it in?
Is it Brayden?
- Boomer! Boomer! Boomer! - Oh, shit!
You saved my arse last night.
Can you please give this letter to Brayden?
- It's to say how sorry I am. - Sure.
This is for Debbie.
You fucking monster!
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. ♪
(BREATH ES HEAVILY)
Fuck!
- Sleep tight, ladies. - LIZ: Night-night.
- Night-night. - If you say so, Mr J.
(CLEARS THROAT)
'Hey, party time! - NO Way!
Where'd you get the lunatic soup from?
Have you been brewing again, Boomer?
No, this is for Franky from the girls in G Block, eh?
- That's a lot of admiration. - BOOMER: Yeah.
Everyone's so stoked you're getting their stuff through, eh?
Booms, take out a fuckin' ad!
Hey? No, I just...
- No, I thought between us... - No, don't. Just shut it.
You know the walls have ears. Piss off that rocket fuel.
If we're gonna celebrate, do it with the genuine article.
- (LAUGHTER) - Yes!
- Real booze! - I didn't forget you, Liz.
- Your favourite. - I'm on a diet.
To Franky, eh?
- To Franky! - Franky!
The bomb! Shit, we need some music.
(DANCE MUSIC PLAYS)
I see you, baby, shakin' that ass.
How are you getting the gear in?
Who cares? As long as we're here to enjoy it, eh?
Yeah, that's right, Dors. Wouldn't lover boy be jealous?
(LAUGHTER)
Nah, Booms, nah.
Let me show you how it's done, eh?
I'm gonna show you how it's done. Ready?
-Oh! 'on mY God!
- How do you do that? - Dors!
You've been totally holding out on me.
Dors!
(LAUGHTER)
Aren't you gonna give us a hug?
Shit, they really did a job on you.
- How's Carly? - Panicking.
She left everything to the last minute, as usual.
Thailand, eh? She's grown up already.
We had a bit of a send-off for her last night.
She said to say goodbye.
No, you tell that little tart to get her arse in here.
What if something happens to her?
What happened to you? Where was Jacs' old crew?
The governor's transferred them to another unit.
I'm still finding my feet.
You'd better find 'em fast. Vinnie's looking for blood.
I'm not in the firing line, am I?
Don't worry. Brayden told him what went down.
Yeah, good.
We'll have to cool it with the gear
now that bitch has put the heat on you.
Vinnie's not gonna let this slide,
so you keep your head down.
Someone's coming for her.
You stay away.
(BREATH ES HEAVILY)
Hey, slag.
You haven't forgotten about our unfinished game, have you?
Why don't you just go back to playing with yourself?
WILL: Alright, that'|| do. Move along, Simmo.
(DOOR CREAKS)
(RADIO CHATTER)
Open it.
You know, if you only get another 18 months
For aggravated assault you'll be lucky.
You're right, by the way.
He did do it.
Not that it could be proven in a court of law.
I had the general manager in my office this morning
Telling me that...
...| wasn't doing so well.
He thinks I should leave you here to rot.
But of course that's entirely up to my discretion.
I don't favour that approach myself.
Besides, I don't think we'll have a repeat of that behaviour.
Unless of course Brayden Holt
is stupid enough ever to come back to Wentworth.
- Am I right? - Yeah.
Good.
Then I think I'll release you back into general population.
What, now?
Mm-hm.
We have a deal, don't we?
You won't try and kill anyone,
You won't cause me any further problem.
OK.
You know, you're not who you think you are.
But your true nature will eventually come out.
It will have to.
You fuckin' used me, bitch.
Apologise my arse. Bullshit!
You planned that from the start.
Yeah.
Sorry to involve you like that.
You put me in the shit with the Holts.
They'll get over it. You saved his life.
If it wasn't for the fact you saved me from Franky...
How is Franky?
Been laying low while I've been in the slot?
What do you think?
I'm not scared of that clitty licker.
Oh, you should be.
She won't forget you challenged her.
She'll be coming for you.
She'll have you too, for interfering.
So I want you to listen to me.
We need to watch each other's backs.
You'd back me against Franky?
No.
Not if you picked a fight with her.
I'm not interested in being part of any crew.
But if I hear there's danger, then yeah,
I'll give you a heads up.
We need to be mates.
Need to make it work.
That's right.
Yeah.
Deal?
Yeah.
The Holts have got a hit on you.
Do you know who's doing it?
Could be anyone.
Got a lovely new bunch for you today. (CHUCKLES)
He's a tosser, that bloke.
Out you get.
CHRIS: You're next, darling.
Oh, Jesus.
Straight ahead. Move. Move.
- Come on, lucky last. - Fuck off! I can manage.
Yeah, right. Fine.
In the middle of that black square there.
OK, face me, right? And take the wig off.
Turn around, face me.
Wig off.
Oi, take the wig off, yeah? For the photo ID.
You've got to take it off for the photo ID, OK?
No. Please don't.
Don't make me come over there and take it off you, alright?
I think we can make an exception in this case.
Right. Well, it's your call.
If the governor objects, you can buy a new ID, alright?
- You can pay for that. - Yes.
Alright. Look at me.
OK, ready? That's it. Hold it there.
Profile please.
Profile on the other side, please.
Give us a smile.
(WAILS)
- Name? - Jessica W-Warner.
- Date of birth? - The ninth of July '95.
(SOBS)
Are you cold? Do you want a blanket?
No, no, no, no, no. Don't leave me.
Next of kin?
(WAILS)
Next of k...
Medical, yeah. I'm in admission.
I might need sedation, please.
OK.
Jessica, I need you to take some deep breaths, OK?
Need you to try and settle down.
I'm... I'm really scared.
I'm really scared.
I didn't do anything.
Yep, I know.
Please, you've got to help me!
- I can't be in here. - You need...
- Please! - You need to calm down.
Otherwise, I'll have to get the doctor, alright?
Let go.
OK?
OK.
I'm calm.
It's OK.
Thank you.
I didn't expect there'd be someone like you here.
OK, next of kin.
Oh, come on, Kat.
Do you want to quit stalling?
I've got a busted leg, for fuck's sake!
- I know my rights. - Yeah, you know the drill.
Sooner you get it all off, the sooner we're done with this.
- I'm waiting. - Oh, fuck off!
Could you go and wait in that room, please?
That room there? There? Yeah.
Vera.
I'm not strip-searching him, OK? I'm not doing it.
When have you ever
Strip-searched a female prisoner?
She wouldn't be here unless she was post op.
Yeah, I'll be there in a minute.
Good.
- Are we going in the garden? - Just need a four of hearts.
Where's Ms Miles? We're burning daylight here.
Hey, Bea!
Bea!
- Hey! - Hello!
How are you, love?
Thought you'd be gone for at least six weeks.
- Ferguson cut me some slack. - Oh, a lot of slack.
- People will talk. - Let 'em.
It's not like it's much of a favour, anyway.
Why? What's up?
Come on, spit it out.
I can tell when something's bothering you.
I don't think the Holts
are going to take what I did lying down.
You might have known that, love.
- Has someone said something? - No.
There's a bunch of newbies arriving today.
I'm probably just being paranoid anyway.
How are you?
- Haven't run away with Nash yet? - Oh, no! Don't mention Nash.
All I hear is, "Nash says this, Nash said that, Nash did this."
- You got it bad, girl! - What have we got here?
That was pretty unfair.
(LAUGHTER)
(YELLING AND WHISTLING)
Holy fuck. What are you? Are you a girl?
What is that? What are you?
- Are you even a girl? - You're ugly.
Hey!
(CHATTER AND LAUGHTER)
She's got all the mince, so...
- Guess who's looking over here? - Who?
- Lookin' over our way. - (LAUGHS)
Look at her, she's grinning like an idiot.
- Yeah, I told you. - Anderson.
- Thank you, sir. - He wants ya.
'Bye!
DOREEN: Shut up!
I think he's hungry.
- I brought him something yummy. - Cool.
(LAUGHS) He's a greedy little sucker, isn't he?
Yeah.
He's lucky he's got us, eh?
- Alright, get back to work. - Yeah.
- So, what'd he say? - Nothin'.
- Nothin', eh? - Just feeding the bird.
LIZ: Ah, feeding the bird, is that what you call it?
Having a flirt with you.
Sky.
It's about to start.
RADIO: They're off.
All Too Hard jumped away. King Mufasa drives through...
- Boo. - .. Lewingo's two lengths.
Loremus followed by Pinwheel.
(CHATTER)
...All Too Hard, Dance VWth Her and Mr Moet.
The leader coming around the home turn,
And then King Mufasa...
(TENSE MUSIC)
It's all there.
Everything Franky asked for.
Righto.
In that case, I can authorise payment.
Too Hardy starting to lengthen now,
King Mufasa in from'.
All Too Hard gobbles him up. 100 left to go.
The three-year-old hits the lead, draws away...
Hey.
You doing alright?
Yeah, I'm OK.
If Boomer asks you for your dessert, give it to her.
Do you recognise any of the new girls' faces?
Nuh.
Could be that sewer rat, Sky.
(LAUGHS)
- Stop staring, Boomer. - I can't help it!
- Hey, show us your cock. - (LAUGHTER)
I'm not sitting next to this fuckin' freak.
Don't bother, I'm going.
- Whoo-hoo! - Yeee!
- (JEERING CONTINUES) - Alright, that'|| do, ladies.
So, Liz is at the new machine here, and it's good to go.
What about the old one?
You can't just leave it there, boss.
It's bolted to the table, Franky.
It's gonna get in the way.
- Hey, Goldilocks. Yeah, you. - (LAUGHTER)
You want to move this table out into the corridor?
Are you addressing me?
Would you like a written invitation?
Oh, you wouldn't make any of us do it.
If you want my assistance, you'll find some manners.
Whoo-hoo!
Why, Maxine, how charming you look today.
Might I prevail upon you to assist me
In moving this piece of shit out into the corridor?
Seeing as you asked so nicely, certainly.
So, muscles, you want to drag that
Over to the stairwell for us?
So, Maxine, have you...
Did you really go the...
You know?
You should try it.
Does wonders for your complexion.
FRAN KY: Hey, Cutie.
I'm Franky.
Suppose a fuck's out of the question.
Franky's just trying to be friendly, love.
I'm in H2. Door's always open.
Franky, back off.
Pick on someone of your own persuasion, will you?
Hey. Hey. I need some more painkillers for my leg.
- No. Get back to work. - Didn't you hear what I said?
My leg's fuckin' killing me.
And I said get back to fuckin' work. You're not in pain.
I know drug-seeking behaviour when I see it. Go on.
OK, ladies, you've got an hour before dinner
if you want to take a shower.
If you grab your toiletries and towels
I'll take you down to the shower block.
- I won't. - I'm sorry, now.
I need privacy.
This is a jail, honey, not the Shangri-La.
You understand.
Alright, you can go later, or in the morning before breakfast.
(WHISPERS) Thank you.
That confirms it.
- She's got a dick. - Smith, hurry up.
You're on laundry dispatch.
(METAL CLINKS)
(TENSE MUSIC)
Well, it's gotta be one of the newbies.
It's not the young girl,
'Cause she's like a rabbit caught in the headlights.
The cripple couldn't have pushed that machine on her.
Yeah, well, it's gotta be the bloke.
That's the worst disguise I've ever seen.
Bea, you're gonna have to do your research.
You'll have to find out who's got associations.
Well, how do I do that?
(RADIO CHATTER)
Ms Miles.
What did you give Maxine?
- Nothin'. - That's nothing as well, is it?
- Fuck off, Liz! - Hey, hey, tell me.
A razor blade.
Razor blade?
Yeah.
What do you fuckin' care?
Move, move, move.
Did you hear some drugs went missing from Medical?
- What sort of drugs? - TenedoL
If there's an overdose, expect seizures.
I'll bet you I know who's responsible for that.
Good.
Hey, Ms Miles,
you're doing the prisoner special spend this month?
- I might be. - I've got quite a bit saved up.
- So what do you want? - Information.
On the new prisoners.
You know I could have you slotted
For attempting to bribe an officer?
It'll just be a little something for your trouble.
What kind of information are we talking about?
I want to know what they're in for,
And if they have any connections to the Holt family.
I can't promise anything, but I'll see what I can do.
- Thanks. - Don't thank me.
I've got money on you seeing the week out.
(TENSE MUSIC)
Franky.
Red.
I need you to get me something.
I'll pay, whatever you want.
What could Red want so bad
That she's willing to put herself in my debt again?
I need a weapon.
I've been banned from buying blades.
Well, Brayden's not coming back.
Thank you for ending Simmo's drug supply, by the way.
So, what is it you could need a weapon for?
- To protect myself. - Who from?
The Holts have put a hit out on me.
- Did Simmo put you up to this? - No.
So how can I be sure you're not going to use it against me?
How can I be sure it's not you?
Look, I think it's one of the new inmates.
So, can you get me something?
You're going to need more than a shiv against the trannie.
Well?
- Cost you. - I said I'll pay.
Shit, yeah.
Why don't we have a little wager? What do you reckon?
Two packs of darts says she's got a dick, eh?
- (LAUGHTER) - Make that three.
LIZ: Who cares if she has got a dick?
It'd come in quite handy, actually, wouldn't it?
LINDA: What's going on here?
Oh, just having a little wager on Maxine's genital parts.
Smart money says she's hung.
- You want in, Ms Miles? - Yeah, put me down for 50.
- 50? - I reckon she's all woman.
- Oh! - I'm with you, Ms Miles.
- Can I go and feed the bird? - Yeah, go ahead.
Cool.
Hey, Dor.
- What the fuck? - Shh.
- Mind your own biz, Dor. - Want a go?
Oi, back here, love.
Hey, hey, hey, just a heads up.
- Dors caught me doing the... - I know what you're up to.
Yeah, what?
Using the gardening project as a way of smuggling stuff in.
I don't know what you're talking about, Dors.
Yeah, you do.
Bates is bringing stuff in
and Boomer's giving him gobbies as payment.
- Yeah, is that right? - Yeah.
That's a fuckin' good idea.
This is something for the girls, for their morale.
You have no right to stuff it for 'em.
If you don't shut your mouth the screws'|| get wind of it
And Ferguson will close the whole project down.
- Just saying. - That's what I'm afraid of.
Yeah, so fuckin' chill out,
Otherwise your precious Nash will get sent back to Walford
and no more garden.
Or, if you play your cards right, I can fix it
So you can get some time alone with lover boy, hey?
- Sorry, Smiles. - (DOOR UNLOCKS)
Inside. In here. Over to the bed.
Stop stuffing around. She's flogged her medication, alright?
Vera's on her way down here to strip-search her.
Organise an X-ray of that cast.
My bet is that's where the drugs are.
He's a fuckin' psycho!
We'd need the prisoner's consent for an X-ray.
She's a junkie, huh? Am I the only one here that can see that?
Rose, come on, move it, will you?
Just get on the phone and organise the appointment.
- Just settle down, Fletch. - Or what, mate, huh?
You going to dob me in to Ferguson again?
It's fuckin' harassment.
She pinged me for leaving the sewing machine in a dangerous place.
- I'll have youse reported. - I didn't dob you in.
- She asked me. - There was no accident, Will.
It didn't unbolt itself off the table
And throw itself down the stairs.
I had no idea about that incident when she asked me.
You were too busy pandering to the prisoners' needs!
- Mr Fletcher. My office, now. - Governor, I'm busy, alright?
We have found your missing meds, Mr Fletcher.
- It was an inventory error. - Follow me.
What the fuck?
VERA: Ferguson's being a bit rough on you.
Just for something different,
She's got me mopping out the wet cells.
Yeah.
Thought I could give you a hand.
It's bloody Will.
He's dobbed me in with fuckin' Ferguson again, right?
Do you really think he'd do that?
Well, there's the laundry incident, OK?
The official complaint he made against me
for using capsicum spray on Sky.
The disagreement with me over Kat,
And then he's left me holding the bag
When Simmo and Bea went missing.
I mean, fuck!
I just don't think he would intentionally undermine you.
There might be another explanation.
The explanation is, Vera, he's got it in for me. That's it, OK?
Now, you haven't said anything to him about Meg and I?
Of course not.
Because if he knew he'd fuckin' kill me, alright?
Did you find out who slashed your tyre, mate?
Ugh! Jesus!
Hope she was fucking worth it.
- I've got something for you. - What?
It's a zip gun. Had it made especially.
How does it work?
Oh, it's pretty basic.
There's a tack inside there. It's spring-loaded.
To fire it, you flick this trigger.
Pop!
Cap hits the end of the bullet, and bang, it fires.
But you've gotta get up close and personal.
And there's only one bullet in it,
so you make sure you use it on the right person.
Thank you.
It's gonna be more than a thanks, Red.
Smith.
Keep walking.
I got the info you wanted.
Couldn't find a match
Between any of the three newcomers and the Holts.
The trannie's a cleanskin, in for stabbing her boyfriend.
The junkie tried to hold up a 7-Eleven with a syringe.
The girl, assault, although I couldn't see all of her file.
Some of it was marked governor's eyes only.
What does that mean?
Prior conviction, maybe.
How do I know she's not connected to the Holts?
I guess you don't.
Hi there.
You're Maxine, aren't ya?
Mm-hm.
Yeah.
Are you gonna have a shower?
- Yes. - Cool.
Are you?
Yeah. Yeah.
After you.
Oh, no, no, after you, hm?
- No... - Oh, I insist.
You're not here to shower, are you?
You're just trying to have a look.
So, which is it?
Oh, shit, is it both?
Oh, come on! Don't be like that.
I got a packet of bickies riding on this, eh?
Shh!
You're gonna keep your voice down, OK?
You're gonna sit up, right?
And you're gonna answer my questions,
Or I'm gonna put a bullet in your brain.
Did the Holts send you?
What? I don't know who the Holts are.
Don't lie to me!
What's in your file that's so secret?
Hm? What?
I-I had a previous conviction.
What previous conviction?
Hm? What previous conviction?
(SOBS) For killing a child.
That's bullshit. You're lying.
If that was the truth, you'd be in Protection.
You'd be dead already.
No, 'cause they caught the real killer.
Then why are you here now?
Self-defence.
Her husband came after me.
Please, you have to believe me.
(SOBS)
Fletch?
You told him.
You betrayed my confidence, Vera.
- No, I...| didn't say anything. - Then how did he find out?
(DOOR OPENS)
Can I help you?
I-I was looking for Bea.
- She's next door. - Yeah.
I thought they'd put you in Jacs' old cell.
Jack?
Is this a trannie block?
Oh, she'd kill you if she ever heard you say that.
I'm... I'm confused. Where is she?
Oh, she's dead.
Bea killed her.
So, just a word of warning.
Don't mess with Bea.
I wasn't planning on it.
Good.
That's good.
(TENSE MUSIC)
Ugh! Ugh!
(BOTH YELL)
Ugh!
Ow! Ow!
No!
(YELLS)
Ugh!
Thank you.
- How's the patient? - Walking wounded.
- She'll live. - Leave us.
It seems your attacker got herself arrested
to get into this prison.
She'll be moved into Protection
with an attempted murder charge tacked onto her sentence.
Glad to hear.
You were very lucky
To have that transgender person there to help.
You know her name is Maxine.
It's useful having friends, isn't it?
None of these people are my friends.
I understand you, Smith.
You're a loner.
But it doesn't pay to be alone in here.
That's why people form alliances.
Who are you suggesting I form an alliance with?
You?
I'm simply stating there is strength in numbers.
You're vulnerable when you're alone.
- How are you doing? - I'm sore.
You know I found a zip gun in Kat's cell.
- What's that? - It's a homemade gun.
Well, I guess I'm lucky she didn't use that on me, then.
She's the lucky one. It was booby-trapped.
What does that mean?
It means if she'd used it on you,
It would have blinded her and blown off her hand.
I played right into your hand, didn't I?
What are you on about?
You were hoping that thing would blow up on me.
Oh, fuckin' settle down, Red.
You've been tight with Simmo lately. It wasn't meant for you.
Thought you were getting it for her to use on me.
I'm not stupid enough
To put a weapon into the hands of my enemy.
Yeah?
Well, I'll remember that.
- You OK? - Yeah.
Maxine?
|...| just wanted to say thanks.
Thanks so much for what you did.
Are you OK?
Yeah.
I heard they found another weapon in that bitch's cell.
Yeah.
Oh. Thanks again.
You know, for what it's worth,
You shouldn't feel shy about showering with the other women.
You look great.
Really?
Yeah.
And...
And if there's anything I can ever do for you...
There is.
There was something that I... I've been meaning to ask.
(FUNKY MUSIC)
You're getting better, eh?
(BOTH TALK AT ONCE)
(LAUGHTER)