Governor Ferguson's been punishing the women
for what I've done, and it's gotta stop!
You're our hero!
I want to see Will. Could you tell him?
I'll talk to him.
BEA: Liz?
- Hey, what's going on? - Putting me back into General.
- FERGUSON: Out of the way. - No, they'll tear her apart!
- Slot her. - What? No, you can't!
I have to do this.
BEA: What sort of human being puts another person at risk
just to prove a point?
You don't run this prison, Smith.
I do.
I'm in the exercise yard, Governor. We have a situation.
I'm putting an end to our little agreement.
You're on your own, Franky.
(GASPS) Fuck!
The screws will never think of looking in there.
Got a food delivery to bring in.
Should've told your mates not to burn their gear in the yard.
Get back to your units.
(SCREAMS) Help!
PRISONER: Open the door or Vinegar Tits gets it.
BEA: You don't run this prison.
I do.
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. ♪
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
VERA: Most of the women are asleep.
Now would be the time to do it.
Slot her?
Yeah, keep the women in lockdown.
72 hours, at least till the cleaners
can take care of the mess.
Will I take care of the cleaners?
- Are you still in shock, Vera? - No.
Then why are you making all these ridiculous suggestions?
Just tell me what to do, Governor.
Bring her to the Education Unit.
Quietly.
(THUNDER AND RAIN CONTINUE)
(KEYS JANGLE)
You can stay, Ms Bennett.
Close the door.
Just a chat.
BEA: Why are we meeting in here?
Neutral territory.
Couldn't this wait until morning?
The women will take ownership of the destruction they've caused.
I want you to direct them to clean it up
and I want a personal guarantee this will never happen again.
Those are my demands. What are yours?
-Well?
Well, most of the damage was
to the women's personal belongings,
but there was some prison-issue stuff.
Um, bedding, mattresses.
That'|| need to be replaced.
When the budget allows, they will be.
What are they gonna sleep on until then?
The women need to understand that
they only hurt themselves with this behaviour.
May I suggest you think small.
BEA: Alright.
For starters,
it doesn't cost anything to reinstate privileges.
That's non-negotiable.
You can phase in the smoking ban gradually.
Give the women a chance to adjust.
Agreed.
Anything else?
Yeah.
Oh, my God, cheese.
The cheese.
WOMAN: Can you pass that to those girls?
MAXINE: Here you go, girls. I'm starving!
Pizza for breakfast.
That's one thing I haven't done before.
JESS: I'll have that one.
WOMAN: Thanks, Bea.
WOMAN 2: Thanks, Bea!
That's a coup.
Trash the place and get to order in.
Help yourself.
I'll pass, thanks.
Try not to mix saturated fats and bribes.
VERA: It's rewarding them.
That is no reward. That is reparations.
We severely underestimated Smith's hold over the women.
We won't make that mistake again.
I can only wonder what the board might think.
The board will think it was a minor incident,
which we contained.
This is bloody grouse, Bea.
WOMEN: Yeah!
Eat up. EFIJQY it-
How can she sit there and just stuff her face like that
after what she's done to Liz?
Just think of it as a last supper.
Hey.
Food delivery's still stuck in the sally port.
We've gotta bring it up to the kitchen.
Yeah, cool. Chickens out first?
Yeah.
Oh.
Not having any?
Not her pizza.
Hey! Let's get back to work, bubble butt.
Enjoy your pizza, Booms.
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
WOMAN: You've got two minutes.
(BEA WHISPERS) Oh...
Was it worth it?
Killing Brayden?
Does it make you feel better?
Yeah, it does.
But I didn't wanna involve you, Liz.
- I really didn't... - What do they call me?
What? Oh.
Collateral damage.
That's it, isn't it?
No.
- I didn't see it like that... - No.
You didn't.
You fucked up any chance I had of a life with my kids.
Sorry.
(KEYS JANGLE)
(SIGHS)
FERGUSON: The art of negotiation
is to begin with the things you agree on.
Smith wants to improve these women. So do I.
We just come at it from different angles.
BEA: There's some programs I want her to reinstate.
Be in her interest. Make her look good.
FERGUSON: She still sees herself as better than this place.
Better than all the women around her.
She wants to prove that, even to us.
Pathetic.
I guarantee you she kept a neat house.
I think we start with something close to this woman's heart.
- Say you get all these things... - What do I give in return?
MAN OVER RADIO: Warder is en route from the gatehouse.
- Oh!
Tasty.
- That's disgusting. - Yuck.
(ELECTRIC MOTOR WHINES)
What is that smell?
- Those chickens are off. - Are they?
You're telling me you can't smell that? Get rid of them.
OK.
Actually, no.
You stay and continue with the food.
You two?
All of those, down to the garbage compactor.
(CINDY LOU SPEAKS TAGALOG)
Cindy Lou says her back is no good.
Then you can do it by yourself.
I reckon you're right, Ms Bennett.
They're a little festy.
Ah, that too.
Are you familiar with the food safety regulations?
Yes.
We're gonna go through the whole delivery together, box by box.
Come on.
LIZ: So thanks for everything.
I feel a lot better. I don't look crash-hot.
- But, yeah... - You just take care of yourself.
Yeah, I will, Rose. Thanks.
-Hey- -Hey-
Bea asked me to make sure you got back to the unit OK.
Oh, right.
This can't go on forever, can it?
Just a little longer yet.
Look out, here comes the fuckin' lagger.
(PRISONERS IMITATE DOGS BARKING)
- Everything alright here? - Hello, Miss Miles.
You look lovely today.
MILES: Your daughter's applied to visit you.
Just need to sign here and approve it,
and I'll get it through quickly.
No. Nup.
I'm not gonna let her see me like this. Nah.
OK, I'm gonna help you cover those up.
- Oh, love... - Hm?
Thanks, but no. Nuh.
Look, Sophie'd be happy to see you
no matter what you looked like, Liz.
Oh, God, Dor.
Look at me.
Soph deserves better than this.
Maxine?
Hey!
This is all your fault.
Oh, shit.
You know what? You can blame me for that.
But you can't blame me for the last seven years
of you refusing to see your own kids.
- It's just another excuse, Liz. - Oh, piss off.
- You turn your back on Sophie... - I'm not turning my back on her!
- What, you're protecting her? - Yeah!
But that's something you'd know nothing about.
Oh...
(MOANS IN PAIN SOFTLY)
I bet it took a lot for Sophie
to get in contact with you again.
But you refuse to see her now...
...you may never see her again.
Maxine.
Oh!
(KICKS THE FLOOR)
(GENTLE ELECTRIC GUITAR MUSIC)
SONG: ♪ Caught in a landslide
♪ I was wasting summertime
♪ You were such a crime
♪ To waste my life
♪ Caught in a landslide
♪ Caught in the nick of time
♪ Caught in a land Caught in a land
♪ Caught in a landslide... ♪
Excuse me, Governor, I have staff credit union release forms
for Matthew Fletcher.
You just need to sign them.
And how is Mr Fletcher?
I haven't seen him for months. I really wouldn't know.
If you sing to bubs, it'll kick.
- Really? - Yeah. You wanna have a go?
- Put your hand here. - Oh, OK.
OK. You got a song?
Um...
(SINGS) ♪ Hush, little baby
♪ Don't say a word
♪ Mama's gonna buy you a mocking... ♪
Oh, did you feel that? Keep going.
(SINGS) ♪ Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird
(BOTH SING) ♪ If that mockingbird don't sing
♪ Mama's gonna buy you a diamond... ♪
Oh! n did it again! (LAUGHS)
Hey. Hey, Dor? I heard you lost your shampoo in the riot.
You can have mine. I don't need it anyway.
Stick it up your arse, Boomer. I don't want nothing from you.
I got seven years 'cause of that bitch!
I don't care.
Well, you would care if you got seven more years, wouldn't ya?!
BEA: Hey.
Serves me fuckin' right for trying to be nice.
WILL: OK.
Mail time, ladies.
Smith?
For you.
Someone thinks you're a hero.
BOOMER: Anything for me, Mr J?
No. Sorry, Boomer.
Oh, yeah, that'd be right.
Dumb-fuck family can't read, can't write, eh?
- WILL: Dor? - Thanks.
- (BEA LAUGHS) God! - What?
- What is it? - BEA: Some lady.
- Kaz Proctor. - WILL: Jess?
Some nutcase who wants to come visit me.
Don't think so.
You wanna tell me what's in this one
before I read it, Mr Jackson?
Congrats on the sale of your house.
Governor wants to see you.
FERGUSON: I am worried about- as I'm sure you are -
the level of drug use in this facility.
Well, I think bringing back the drug rehab programs
would be a really good start.
Well, a better start would be to halt the supply altogether.
We both know who we're talking about.
Isn't it coming from a number of sources?
One more than most.
Oh, no, Lizzie Birdsworth helped you out once,
and look what happened to her.
Birdsworth was indiscreet, to her peril.
I'm still interested in bringing charges against her attacker,
whomever that might be.
You don't know?
No. Do you?
No.
Well, then we're agreed that a drug-free Wentworth
is better for the women than the opposite.
- Yes? - Yeah.
The drug program's reinstated
and the recidivist program's reinstated as well.
Mm-hm.
They're good, good ideas.
So let's talk about the drug supply.
MAXINE: Lag on Franky?
That's what she wants.
I'm gonna do it.
No, you're not.
Why, because I had an agreement with Franky?
If I did break it,
how many women do you reckon would fall in behind her?
Enough to make things difficult. Come on, Bea.
There's a client base for a start.
You think they're gonna be happy to lose their supplier?
If I keep negotiating with Ferguson,
then we can make a difference, make this shithole...
Shh.
You lag on Franky, and it gets out,
you'll have no credibility with the women.
And that's probably what Ferguson wants.
She wants to take us both out in one hit.
It makes sense.
Fuck her.
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
Hey.
Move in with me.
- Why? - Why not?
You're there nearly every night, anyway,
so it sort of makes sense.
ROSE: The sensible angle.
So romantic.
I'm pretty sure those orgasms aren't fake.
Most of the time.
When?
Well, you'll never know.
See, I don't believe you.
VERA: Mr Jackson, can I speak with you?
We'll continue this conversation later.
OK.
What is it?
Strictly between us, I have been checking in on Mr Fletcher.
(WHISPERS) Is that a state secret?
I'd just prefer it that way...
What does he want? He's been calling me every day.
And I'm thinking of changing my number.
He's...
He's changed. I think it would help him.
People don't change, Vera.
See, they find out who they are and they get scared.
So whatever he said to you, that's fear talking.
That's all that is.
I said I'd ask.
OK. Well, you can pass a message on from me.
Tell him to stop calling me.
Cindy Lou says she only pays once happy-lucky in her hand.
Well, tell Cindy Lou it's cash up-front.
Lost the last delivery 'cause of the riot.
Don't have the cash to cover everyone.
(BOTH CONVERSE IN TAGALOG)
- (IMITATES TAGALOG MOCKINGLY) - (WOMEN LAUGH)
Five grams of speed and a couple of eckies.
Alright, five grams of bogan dust and two eckies for Juice.
- How long's this gonna take? - Tomorrow.
Cindy Lou says OK.
Big order.
You better not fuck up.
Alright. Wait your turn.
What are you waiting for?
- A fuckin' receipt? - (WOMEN LAUGH)
Hi, Jodie.
Hi.
BEA: You're bringing drugs in here?
Um, am I?
You're aware of my position on that?
JODIE: Uh, yep.
BEA: And what is that?
You're, um...
You're anti-drugs?
- And yet here we are. - I'm not really that involved!
Hey, how long do you think you could've gone on
without giving me my cut?
Hm?
I know you and Franky are bringing it through the kitchen.
What I want you to tell me now is when the next shipment's due.
I can't...
- What the fuck?! - Well?
This afternoon.
- Hm? - Fuck.
- With the meat delivery. - What part of the meat delivery?
Huh?
- The chicken. - MAXINE: Bullshit!
I'm not lying!
Look, it's the one facedown in the box, alright?
That'|| have the gear in it.
Right.
You're not gonna tell anyone about our little conversation.
You breathe a word of this to Franky,
you know what I'm capable of.
This is gonna add years to her sentence.
You think I haven't thought of that?
- (DOOR OPENS) - Fuck.
- (SIGHS) - (DOOR CLOSES)
- You alright? You seem quiet. - Yeah.
- You're good? - Yes, I'm fine.
Alright.
WOMAN: You fuckin' bitch!
- FRANKY: Here we go. - Gonna pay for this!
Get off me!
- I didn't do it! - Keep it to yourselves.
- Come on. - FRANKY: Go.
GUARD: Move away.
- Come on. - JODIE: Yep, yep.
God, you better be there, Burnsy.
- Nice. - (CAR HORN BEEPS REPEATEDLY)
This one can't fuck up.
(CHATTER)
WOMAN: Look at you.
LIZ: Look at you. You're all grown up.
You're beautiful.
Sit down?
Oh, love, this looks a lot worse than it is.
- SOPHIE: What happened? - Oh, nothing. It...
(SIGHS) Hey, how's Artie?
- Mum... - He must be big now.
Is he doing alright at school? And he's got the cricket, and...
Yeah.
Good.
That's... that's good.
Why are you here?
Didn't you want me to come?
Oh, of course, love.
I used to dream about you all the time.
I'd wake up and think that you'd just left the room.
Like you'd actually been there, you know?
But you weren't.
And then I saw you that night, outside the pub.
You stopped that guy.
But then you were gone...
...again.
I thought you were out. What happened?
Soph, I“
I, um...
(SIGHS)
I'm sorry, love.
It's just better you don't come here.
(DOOR LOCK BEEPS)
(DOOR OPENS)
What the fuck are you doing here?!
Finish it.
What?
I want you to finish it.
Go on.
Get your seven years worth.
Are you fuckin' mental?
Fuck off! Fuck off!
(MEEKLY) I'm sorry.
Sorry.
You shouldn't be sitting out here by yourself, Liz.
Yeah.
- Hey, did you see Sophie? - Yeah.
- How'd it go? - It was good.
Yeah, she seemed really, really well.
Oh, good. I knew you wouldn't regret it.
- She would've loved it too. - Yeah, yeah.
- Hey, Liz? - Yeah?
I still haven't decided who should be my alternate carer,
you know, when bub comes.
Would you?
Look, you've had kids. You know all about that stuff.
- And you're a great mum... - I'm... I'm not a...
No, I don't...| don't need to be alternate carer. Nah.
What? Why?
Why don't you get little Jess to do it?
I reckon she'd be great at that sort of thing.
I'd do it, Dor. I'd love to.
Oh, look, thanks, Jess. You've been great and all.
But Liz is like my mum.
Can you just think about it?
Nuh.
No, I don't need to.
(DOOR CLOSES)
If she doesn't change her mind,
you know I'd so love to be there for you and the baby.
It'd mean so much to me.
Thanks, Jess.
OK, delivery truck's here. Who's feeling strong?
JODIE: Yep.
- I'll do it. - WILL: Good. Come on, let's go.
VERA: The aim is to intercept the shipment
when it is in the possession of Franky Doyle.
Our information is that the contraband
is secreted inside the poultry.
Any questions?
(ELECTRIC LIFT BUZZES)
(DOG PANTS)
(GRUNTS WITH EXERTION) OK.
All done.
MAN OVER RADIO: Finish up, report back to base.
Miss Miles, I need to go to the ladies.
- Take her, will you? - Yep.
Oi.
- She's taking it. - Let's go.
Stay where you are, Doyle.
Put that down.
Hands up.
What's that?
It's giblets.
VERA: Put that out on the bench.
Check everything.
FERGUSON: Once you're finished here,
toss the kitchen workers' cells.
And all of H2.
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
FRANKY: Just go easy, miss. Go on.
Waste of time.
(DOG GROWLS)
Governor?
Anything you'd like to say, Spiteri?
- That's not mine! - Slot her.
That's bullshit! That's not mine!
WILL: Enough of that. Come on, let's go.
JODIE: This is crap!
It's not mine!
It's bull! I didn't do anything!
I hate my cell being tossed for no good reason.
I hope you didn't have anything to do with it.
Back at ya.
(DOOR LOCK BEEPS)
Go on.
So Jodes was ripping you off?
I don't know.
(WHISPERS) Fuckin' little bitch!
(WHISPERS) I said I don't know. Fuck!
You know I'd never do that to ya.
- Don't ya? - Yes.
Oh, well, at least it wasn't your own money this time, eh?
Yeah, I'm expecting everyone to be really cool about that.
Yeah... Oh, fuck! They're gonna want their money back.
- Aren't they? - No shit, Sherlock.
- Yeah! - I got your stash still.
- It's alright. - It's not gonna be enough.
So, what are you gonna do?
I don't know.
Look, I reckon this next little bit's gonna be tricky.
- Gonna need you to stick close. - Well, I love ya.
I'm not gonna let nothin' happen to you, am I?
So who else we got?
Um...
- (QUIETLY) Chinkie-Chonks. - Cindy Lou's not happy.
- She wants her happy-lucky. - Well, she's gonna get it.
She just has to wait like everybody else.
(BOTH CONVERSE IN TAGALOG)
Cindy Lou's very reasonable.
Every day she doesn't get the gear, 10% on money you owe.
That's fuckin' bullshit! It's not gonna happen.
I tell her that, she'll get very angry.
Oh, well, Cindy-fuckin'-Lou
will just fuckin' have to wait, won't she?
Now fuck off!
(SPEAKS TAGALOG AGGRESSIVELY)
What the fuck did you just say?!
She said slit-licking, woman-loving, piece-of-shit arse-fuck!
Screws.
(SPEAKS TAGALOG)
You're dead, Franky.
How's she gonna get her happy-lucky if I'm dead?
Have a think.
Oh, Kay! Kay, this is Liz.
Please don't hang up.
I..-
Um, I...| need to speak to Sophie
because she... she came and saw me
and I did... I did a terrible thing.
Right.
Can... can you just tell her...
...that I love her and that I'm sorry?
Please just tell her that from me.
OK?
Ta.
(SOBS)
Hi. See ya later.
You are so beautiful.
So are you gonna come back to my place later?
Uh, I'm working late, but, yeah, I might crash.
Have you thought any more about my offer?
I didn't say I was gonna think about it.
Why not? We're good, aren't we?
Yeah, we are.
But, you know, you... you've still got stuff.
What do you mean?
Meg and what happened with Fletch.
Well, yeah. Well, I'm past all that.
You're not past all that.
I mean, I can't imagine
how you've managed to deal with everything...
Well, then don't try.
I'm just saying nicely.
And we're good and I want us to work,
but it's not enough to just say you're past it.
You still have a lot of anger in you.
You need to deal with a few things directly.
What, like therapy?
- Well, if that feels right... - Well, it doesn't.
Well, maybe you should talk to Fletch.
He wants to say sorry.
Maybe hearing him out will help the both of...
He's a fuckin' retard now, OK?
Because of the accident, he's fucked!
I wanted Doyle.
You wanted the supply.
If you wanted Franky, you should've said so.
She will just open another supply route,
and she'll want to do that rather quickly.
I understand she's in hock to Cindy Lou, among others.
You are not my only source of information.
You wanna stop Franky?
Her parole's coming up, yeah?
You make sure nothing stands in the way of her getting it,
and when she goes, the problem goes with her.
You are not suggesting she be allowed
to traffic drugs with impunity until her release?
No.
And I can guarantee you she won't.
How?
With your help.
(ELECTRIC MOTOR WHINES)
(STEAM HISSES)
BOOMER: Righto, I'm here.
What's going on?
Hey, where's the screws?
- WOMAN: Dunno. - Cindy Lou is here.
What do you want?
You wanted me. Here I am.
BEA: Thanks for coming, everyone.
I'll make it quick.
You all know my stand on drugs, and why.
Jodie knew. Lucky the screws got to her first.
Now, I've had a talk with Ferguson,
and she's gonna reinstate the drug rehab program,
so as of now, there's no more drug trade in here.
Alright?
You go against that, you go against me in any way,
there's gonna be consequences.
Now, I'd go to the wall for every single one of you.
But if you fuck me around...
(WHOOSHING)
What the fuck are you doing to her?!
- Help her. - Fuck off!
Hey, fuck off! What are you doing?!
(BOOMER CRIES OUT)
- Get outta my face! - BOOMER: The fuck's going on?!
Get the fuck off me! Get off me!
- Put 'em in. - Arggh, no!
Both of them.
No!
Why?! I didn't do anything!
- Arggh! - I'm not doing anything!
- I didn't bring any drugs in. - What did I say about Liz?
BOOM ER: What?
Did I or did I not ask you to leave her alone?
Boomer?
Yes. Yes.
Bea! Bea, you don't have to do this.
She's a fuckin' lagger! She knew the rules!
BEA: You knew that you should stay away from her.
But you didn't, did you?
Help me, Franky.
Just stop her. Stop her, Franky. Stop...
- You went against me, Boomer. - No, I'm sorry.
I didn't know. Please, please. Franky, please.
Please, please, no.
Please, please, please.
Please, Franky. Please help.
Help me! Stop her.
No! No, no!
(SCREAMS IN PAIN)
(SCREAMING CONTINUES)
Arggh! Arggh!
(SHRIEKS IN PAIN)
Arggh!
(CRIES OUT)
Can you get yourself to medical?
- BOOMER: Yeah. - Off you go, then.
(WAILS) It hurts. Oh, Jesus.
It's hurting, it's hurting.
Out of the way!
(SOBS) n hurts.
- (BOOMER CRIES IN PAIN) - Will somebody help her?
BOOMER: Oh, God, it hurts!
(CRIES IN PAIN)
Now, anyone got a problem
with another woman and is thinking of taking retribution,
you can think again.
Everything goes through me first.
Nothing happens until I say so, alright?
Alright?!
WOMEN: Yes.
Go on, back to work.
(TENSE MUSIC)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)
WOMAN: I'll leave you there.
Will?
Mate.
Thanks for coming.
(STUTTERS SLIGHTLY) Physio reckons I'm doing good.
But I don't know if I believe her.
Well, you got the punishment you were looking for.
You want my forgiveness? OK.
I forgive you.
I'm s-sorry.
You only fucked Meg because she let you.
Don't know why she did.
And you're only sorry 'cause I found out.
I've moved on.
I don't think about it anymore, Fletch.
|...wish it could be different, Will.
It is what it is.
Sorry.
Don't call me anymore.
That your way of saying sorry?
FRANKYI Yep.
(SNIFFS)
Why didn't you stop her?
I couldn't.
Oh.
Yeah, you could.
You could. You just... you stand up.
You... you stand up...
...and you help.
And you don't give a fuck what happens,
'cause...'cause you're not gonna let nothing happen
to someone that you love!
(CRIES) 'Cause I love you, Franky!
I loved you, but you never loved me!
You know I would...| would do ANYTHING for you! Anything!
But you give nothing back, 'cause you're shit!
You are shit!
(SCREAMS) You are shit!
- I'm sorry, Booms... - Get out!
(SOBS)
GO!
Arggh! Arggh!
(CRIES)
FRAN KY: Doesn't wash off.
(SNIFFS)
Now, I thought we had an agreement.
We'd stay out of each other's way and there'd be no trouble.
Yeah, we did have an agreement, and I honoured that.
You're still standing here. But things change.
If I find you bringing drugs into this prison,
it won't be your hands that get put in that steam press.
You're a natural, aren't ya?
Just rolls off the tongue.
Your parole's coming up, yeah?
That's where you wanna be putting your energies.
You know what? You're worse than Jaos.
'Cause you think it's all for a good cause.
Your type's the worst.
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
JESS: And exhale, dip your back.
And inhale, arch your back.
Oh, this feels ridiculous.
JESS: Repeat after me.
"There is plenty of space for me and my baby."
- (LAUGHS) - JESS: Come on, Doreen.
You've gotta take this seriously.
We have to prepare you for the birth.
LIZ: Hey, look, basically, you're gonna feel like
you wanna do a big poo.
- What?! - Yeah.
Didn't they tell you that at prenatal classes?
Nuh. Must have forgot that bit.
- (CHUCKLES) - Keep going, Doreen.
OK.
LIZ: You clenching your butt muscles?
- Yep, I'm clenching. - Good.
I'm stretching and breathing.
And exhale...
(FARTS)
Oh, my God!
(ALL LAUGH)
- Oh, that's awful! - It's hurting.
I'm sorry.
Oh, that is gross.
Hey, Dor? Hey, listen, listen.
Do you still want me holding your hand
when you have the baby?
Yeah, of course.
Just don't tell me to clench my butt cheeks over and over again.
Well, I'd be honoured.
Oh, I'm so happy.
YaY-
Oh, God, I've upset her, haven%|?
I'll talk to her.
- I'm so glad you're doing it! - Oh, me, too, darl.
Ohh! Oh, yeah, just be careful there.
- You OK? - Yeah, yeah.
Smith?
You're wanted in the Governor's office.
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
- Come in. - (DOOR OPENS)
- Bea Smith for you, Governor. - Sit down, Smith.
This gentleman is a policeman.
Hello.
- Hey. - Hey, Linda.
Ferguson said to go straight to her office
as soon as you get here.
Is there anything you wanna tell me?
I don't know what I can tell you.
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
- (DOOR OPENS) - WILL: Governor?
You wanted to see me?
This gentleman does, Mr Jackson.
- You're Will Jackson? - WILL: Yeah.
Michael Mears.
Homicide Squad.
Can I talk to you outside?
WILL: What about?
The murder of Harry Smith.
Someone stoved his head in.
Thought you might know something about that.
Let's go.
SONG: ♪ They will split you with their minds
♪ It goes boom
♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom... ♪