BEA: You don't run this prison.
I do.
- (SLAP!) - JODIE: Argh!
Please, just leave me alone!
The Governor has agreed on your release.
She wants me out of here so she can get to Jodie.
Last night she did something to her. She was crying.
Smith!
Someone thinks you're a hero.
Kaz Proctor? Sounds like a nutcase.
Ms Bennett has kindly agreed
to withdraw the verbal abuse charge.
Now, there are conditions - first that you attend
regular counselling sessions, starting tomorrow.
Thanks, Gidget.
Have you been drinking?
You do not get to lecture me about drinking!
When you drink, love, you're vulnerable.
When I drink, I forget that my mum ruined my life.
Soph, I'm sorry!
BEA: Did they find some DNA at the scene?
Is that why they're testing you?
I was at the house the night he died.
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. ♪
(GENTLE MUSIC)
(GENTLE MUSIC CONTINUES)
(DISTORTED) Argggggghhhh!
You're so beautiful.
(ROSE LAUGHS)
Hello, lover.
Get that in my honour, love?
MAXINE: I've got lovely friends in D Block.
They've got some condiment racket going on.
They want to trade Cindy's crew for some chop-chop.
I said, "Trade ahead,
"as long as you keep it to herbs, spices and soy sauce.
"Anything of the pharmacological variety,
"you know who'll come knocking."
DOREEN: So the obstetrician's coming tomorrow at 12:00, Liz.
Liz.
Sorry, what?
I said my obstetrician's coming tomorrow at 12:00.
- For my check-up. - Oh, alright.
So you'll be there, yeah?
Yeah, yeah, I wouldn't miss it.
You OK, Liz?
Nah, I think I need some wakeyjuice.
Anybody want a cuppa?
- MAXINE: No, love. - BEA: No.
- Boomer? - No.
I'll come with you, Dor. See the baby doc.
Oh, thanks, Jess, but Liz is my nominated carer, so...
Oh, yeah, I just meant if Liz can't make it for any reason.
Thanks.
You kept me awake with your telly blaring
half the fuckin' night.
Yeah, I couldn't sleep. Got bloody heartburn.
- You know what helps? - What?
Ginger tea and a good fuck.
Homey bird like you, I bet you go like the Ganges.
(CHUCKLES)
Don't worry, Lizzie.
Laggers aren't my type.
Well, that's good, 'cause hep C-infected lezzos aren't mine.
PRISONER: Oh, here she is!
- Fuckin' wog slag. - LINDSAY: Dirty fuckin' dog.
VERA: OK, settle down.
You look like shit.
You gonna talk to me?
Let's keep an eye on Jodie, yeah?
(GROWLS AND BARKS)
VERA: Jenkins.
That's enough. Coulter.
(BROODING MUSIC)
So, what if it's genetic?
Sure, there's growing evidence to support a genetic link
with alcoholism, I won't lie to you.
Love, when Soph was 11, she watched her alky mother
mow her nan down with a bloody tractor.
We can't change the past, OK?
But what we can do now
is concentrate on what we can control.
Yeah, but I can't control bloody anything
because I'm stuck in here and she's out there.
And then when I called her the other day,
I could hardly get any bloody sense out of her.
I mean, what if she's gone and got pissed again,
and some bloke has raped her?
What makes you say that?
'Cause you didn't hear her voice on the phone.
Something's wrong.
Can you try calling her again?
I've tried, and they see the number calling
and they don't pick up.
I'm stuffed.
She's got support. She's got her father...
Should be me.
It should have always been me.
ROSE: Let's stay here all day.
Boss might get suss if we both pull a sickie.
What's she gonna do, huh?
Give us a stern talking-to?
You know they call her the 'Freak'.
- Who? - The prisoners.
- Well, she is a bit scary. - Nah, she's a pussycat.
You've just got to know where to scratch her, the Guv.
Oh, rarr! (LAUGHS)
(KNOCKING AT DOOR)
(KNOCKING CONTINUES)
Don't worry, they'll get the message.
What if it's the Freak come to bust us in the act?
Then they'll have to break the door down.
Jesus!
What the hell?
Mr Jackson, you didn't answer our knocking.
Oh, so you broke my fucking door!
Which this warrant gives me the right to do
if you refuse access.
Take your time to read over the paperwork.
We're here to search the premises, inside and out.
Let's go, boys. Come on.
- What for? - It's all detailed there.
Are you serious?
Will, I'll see you later on, alright?
- OK. - Ah, hang on, miss.
Sorry. Detective!
We're going to have to check your bag.
MEARS: Only reason I'm not arresting you right now -
your DNA came back negative
on the DNA found at Smith's house.
So why are you even here?
By your own admission, you were at the scene.
DETECTIVE: OK, you can go.
- I'll see you later on. - Rose, is everything OK?
You need to sort out this stuff. We'll talk later.
New tatt.
Looks painful.
Oh, there's pleasure in pain, Gidge.
Bet you can't wait
to sink your diagnostic hooks into that one.
Oh, so you scarred yourself for my benefit?
Oh, not quite.
Better not forget our session tomorrow, then.
- Counting down the hours. - Good.
Because I need at least 12 hours
so I can write up this report for the parole board.
Now you're turning me on.
Well, I'd rather you were motivated than aroused.
Pollies are nervous, you know.
Pressure's on to keep you guys locked up.
This report is more important than ever.
Well, now I'm motivated AND aroused.
I want you to appreciate
the importance of our time together, Franky.
It's not just a box to be ticked.
- Nuh. - Not just a game to be played.
Don't think I'm going to go easy on you.
(GASPS) Is that a threat?
You really know how to push a girl's buttons, don't you?
See you tomorrow.
(DOOR LOCK BUZZES)
LIZ: Hey, Ms Westfall.
- Liz, I told you - Bridget. - Bridget, Bridget.
Look, I just wondered if you'd heard anything from Sophie.
- No, not yet. - Did you call her mobile?
Called her mobile and the other number you gave me.
And you're right- nobody's answering.
Oh, well, did you call from the prison line?
No, I called from my phone. I'll keep trying, OK?
I'll let you know when I get through, alright?
Promise, alright?
Thanks.
It was a message so I'm just going to make a quick...
- Hey, no... - Just back off!
Kay.
Kay, hi. It's, er... it's Liz Birdsworth here.
Just wondering if I could speak to Soph, please.
Where is she?
'Cause I've been trying her mobile
and, you know, I think it's switched off.
Kay?
Is... is something going on?
Because when I spoke to Soph, she seemed really upset.
Sorry, what?
So, what do you mean it's my fault?
I'm... I'm to blame for... what... what for?
Kay, has something happened to Soph?
Kay? Kay!
Now you can use the fuckin' phone!
Fuck!
LIZ: Fuck!
I prefer to keep working, Governor.
Yes, I'm sure you do.
Considering the pressure you must be under,
it might be in everyone's best interests
if you take some time off, just until the matter's resolved.
Well, I don't have any holidays owing.
No, I'm afraid it would have to be unpaid leave.
Well, you don't believe what the police are saying, Governor?
Of course not.
But given Bea Smith's association,
it won't be long before all the prisoners
find out what's going on.
It's bound to undermine your position of authority here.
Well, I'll deal with any insubordination.
I'd prefer not to take leave, Governor.
Hm. Your decision.
- G'day, Rob. - PRISONER: Hey, Liz.
Excuse me, Governor, can I speak to you, please?
- It's urgent. - What is it?
I need to get in contact with my daughter.
Is she on your call list?
Yeah, but she's not answering her phone.
Perhaps she doesn't wish to speak with you.
No, no, I think something bad has happened
and I need permission to call hospitals...
Birdsworth, you know that's not how it's done.
Yeah, but I just need help to track her down.
We are under no obligation
to track down family members outside.
But this is an emergency.
- Have you tried your ex-husband? - Yes, |have.
And they are deliberately shutting me out.
Well, then, it is out of your hands and it's out of ours too.
God, you don't understand.
I understand perfectly.
I need to speak to my daughter!
You will not raise your voice to me, Birdsworth.
Oh, I will do more than raise my friggin' voice.
I will tear this fence down if somebody won't help me...
Release the fence and back away.
- Hey, hey. - ..get in touch with Sophie!
Release the fence...
- It's a reasonable thing to ask. - ..and walk away.
I just want to speak to Sophie, OK?
- Don't you dare touch me! - Move it.
I just want to get in touch with her!
- I want to speak to Sophie! - BEA: It's OK, it's OK.
Let go of me, mate. Oh, get off!
Can't I call her?
I just want to speak to my daughter, please.
You're supposed to be keeping an eye on her, Boomer.
(DARK, BROODING MUSIC)
ROSE: Liz, I'm going to leave you a couple of these pills
just to help you relax, OK?
- Thanks. - That's alright.
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
(WHISPERS) Oh, fuck.
(INDISTINCT WALKIE-TALKIE CHATTER)
GUARD: Birdie, get up.
Let's go, Birdie.
- Wake up. - What?
What? What?
Come on, let's go.
(INDISTINCT WALKIE-TALKIE CHATTER)
(WOMAN WHIMPERS AND CRIES)
She won't let the officers process her.
And now she's refusing to cooperate with the strip search.
Sorry?
Birdsworth, I need you to help me calm her down.
(WOMAN CONTINUES WHIMPERING)
Mum.
Soph, what happened, darl?
|...hit him.
Hit? Hit Who?
Um... a man.
On the bike.
With Dad's car.
A cyclist?
He's dead.
You...
...you shouldn't be in here.
Why have they... why have you been remanded?
Didn't they give you bail?
That's not... that's not right. That's not right.
'Cause you're just a baby.
I didn't stop.
I was...| was over the limit.
(TEARFULLY) Oh, no.
No, God.
- It's my fault. - Don't touch me!
(FOOTSTEPS, KEYS JANGLE)
Right, let's go.
LIZ: Just keep walking straight, Soph.
(PRISONER CACKLES)
LIZ: Don't worry about it. You're right.
(EERIE, DISCONCERTING MUSIC)
At least I'll get some fuckin' sleep.
Then again, I don't mind sharing.
VERA: Yeah, move it, Gambaro.
There's a cell in H3 waiting for you.
I've put you in the cell next to your mother, Donaldson.
I appreciate that, Ms Bennett.
Well, the decision was a pragmatic one.
Hopefully she'll settle in more quickly
and with less disruption.
OK, come on.
You're right.
It's that one there.
There we go.
Well, I'll leave you to conduct the orientation.
Thanks.
Well, it needs a couple of posters.
DOREEN: Liz?
Fr'???
DOREEN: Ms Miles, she come and told us.
Yeah, thought we'd come and see if you need anything.
Oh, well, that's very thoughtful of Ms Miles, isn't it?
Um, this is Sophie.
This is, er, one of my best mates in the whole world.
- Hey. - Doreen.
Yep, she's got a little bundle there.
And this is Bea.
Hey.
And Bea's what you call a top dog, Soph,
and that means you got nothing to worry about,
'cause she'll protect you.
- Isn't that right? - Yeah, 'course.
Protect me? From... from what?
Oh, no, love, it's not like that, no.
It's all... it's all very nice in here.
Oh, yeah, yeah, everyone's real friendly.
LIZ: Oh, look, here's Maxine.
Maxine, come and say hi to Soph.
Hi, Sophie. Welcome.
Hi.
Your mum has talked about you so much.
MAN OVER P.A.: Attention, compound.
Final count will commence in two minutes.
Right, we should get going.
It's really nice to meet you, Sophie.
DOREEN: Yeah, we'll speak tomorrow, yeah?
Yeah, that'd be good.
MILES: By your doors, ladies.
So, um, you've got to...
...you've got to be standing by your door
for the head count.
Um, don't borrow anyone else's stuff without asking,
except for mine.
You can take whatever you want of mine.
And, um, what else, what else?
Oh, yeah, the, er... the panic button there.
Don't ever push it.
We... we can talk more when they lock the gate.
Maybe watch telly or something.
I just want to be left alone.
MILES: Birdsworth, move it.
OK, yeah, sure.
You've gotta stand...
(WHIMPERS)
No, just leave me the fuck alone!
- Sorry. - It's OK.
JODIE: Sorry.
What the fuck did the Freak do to you in the slot?
Nothing.
She didn't do anything to me.
Bullshit.
- You fucked me over. - No, baby, I didn't.
- Don't lie to me. - I'm not.
I can't tell you.
I can't.
It was Red, wasn't it?
(SOPHIE WEEPS)
(SOBS QUIETLY)
(WHIMPERS)
Soph.
Mum.
- Oh, darling. - Mum.
Shove over, darling. Shove over.
Come on. Come here.
It's alright. It's alright, lovey.
It's alright, love.
(SOPHIE WEEPS)
(SCOFFS)
BEA: Can I help you?
Looks like I'm not the only groupie magnet
in the big panty palace.
"Righteous act of retribution".
She's a wild one.
- What do you want? - You set Jodie up to get to me.
- Did she tell you that? - It's really fucked up.
Why use Jodie? Why not just burn me?
Jodie obviously didn't cope so well in the slot.
Does she even know what day it is?
You don't know the half of it...
- MAXINE: What's going on? - Relax, Maxi Pad.
You'll give yourself a prolapse.
Excuse me.
(WHISPERS) Jodie's gonna get it.
- Oh, Bea, just let it go. - No.
That little snitch needs to be taught a lesson.
ROSE: She's not scheduled.
VERA: I'm scheduling her now.
I don't even have the paperwork for it.
I'll write it up.
OK, fine.
Jodie, you're to be subject to a urine test.
- Can you give me a sample? - Yep.
OK.
Take this.
Just walk this way with me.
(WHIMPERS)
VERA: Oh.
Oh, for God's sake, Spiteri.
If you think you can dodge this test, think again.
What's Spiteri doing here?
She's failing to comply with a drug test.
I don't recall any testing on the schedule.
It's a spot test, Governor.
I judged Spiteri's demeanour to be erratic and withdrawn.
The prisoner has just spent two weeks in Isolation.
You don't think that might explain her withdrawn behaviour?
Smith.
Take Spiteri back to your unit.
Now.
- Get her cleaned up. - Yes, Governor.
Hello, Jodie.
Let's get you cleaned up, huh?
I suggest we don't waste time
with any extraneous testing, agreed?
Yes, Governor.
Organise a prisoner to do that.
Oh, it's OK. I'm nearly finished.
JODIE: Fuck!
Are you gonna help me?
Yeah, yeah.
We'll give you a hand.
After you tell us about your conversation with Franky.
No, but you said you were taking a cut.
And then Maxine takes the fucking lot.
And then she plants the shit in my cell.
You know I'm gonna do more time for that.
I should knock your fucking head off, you little snitch.
FRANKY: I fuckin' hate her.
I want to kill the bitch.
Is that honest enough for you?
I won't put that down in my report.
Because you think it'll prejudice the parole board?
Maybe.
(SCOFFS)
You may joke, Franky, but I've heard all the stories.
You know, Smith played you.
It's not like you had any choice giving up power to her.
So, how's that make you feel?
Come on.
Isn't there that small part of you
that's just a teensy bit pissed off?
Come on, these walls won't talk.
You can tell me anything.
I want to get inside that mind of yours.
(SCOFFS)
Just my mind?
You know how exhausting it is, being top dog?
Why don't you tell me?
You never know who wants to fuck you or fight you.
That just sounds confusing rather than tiring.
It's all about tit for tat,
"| can crap bigger than you" bullshit.
Trying to feed the hop heads,
work the screws, fuck off the Freak.
It takes up too much head space. Makes you fucking mental.
You seen Queen Bea lately?
I swear she's a fuckin' red cunt's hair away
from going postal.
Look, Gidget, I get what you're trying to do.
Understand you.
No, poke me. See if I bite.
But I got more important things to worry about
than Bea fuckin' Smith.
Like what?
Like getting out of this shithouse.
Parole's my total focus. Scout's honour, Doc.
I'm a psychologist.
And I'm a reformed individual with just one thing on my mind.
And it's not payback.
(ROSE KNOCKS AT DOOR)
You wanted to see me, Governor?
Come in. Close the door. Sit down.
Nurse Atkins, how are you coping?
Ah, fine.
Good. Yes?
I love the job.
It must be very difficult for you,
this situation with Mr Jackson.
You know, as Governor,
I want to be sure that you don't become a victim here.
A victim of what?
Ridicule.
Innuendo.
From the prisoners.
Because of your association with Officer Jackson.
Oh, I'm sure the prisoners
aren't aware of our association...
Don't be ridiculous. Of course they are.
To be honest, I'm a little surprised
you haven't been targeted already,
considering Mr Jackson's rumoured relationship
with Bea Smith.
That rumour was unfounded...
Of course there's this unfortunate matter
with the police.
You know, given that most prisoners claim innocence
I'm not so sure the women here will be convinced of his.
Will isn't capable of hurting anyone.
No, of course not.
Although I suspect Mr Fletcher
might have something to say about that.
Will and Fletch have sorted out their differences.
- Have they? - Yeah.
Will's visited Fletch in rehab and they had a good chat,
cleared the air about everything.
Oh, shit.
Oh, shit, shit.
- (STRAINS) - (FOOTSTEPS)
Mr Fletcher?
Joan Ferguson.
FERGUSON: White with one.
Hi.
It's good to see you've got some people around you.
I don't imagine you've had much opportunity
for socialising.
You don't like me.
Why do you say that?
I remember.
We didn't get on.
It's true, we had a mild personality clash.
You had some problems with women in authority.
But I don't hold grudges. The past is the past.
All I care about now, Mr Fletcher,
is for you to drink your coffee before it gets cold.
I hear you had a visitor recently.
A work colleague.
Vera.
I'm speaking of Mr Jackson.
Vera comes to visit me.
(JODIE'S VOICE ECHOES) Leave me alone!
(PRISONERS SHOUT AND CHATTER)
FRANKY: What are you doing? You're supposed to be on her.
(SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY)
Here! Here, here, Franky!
(CALLS OUT INDISTINCTLY)
HeY, gorgeous.
Why don't you come and join the game?
Play with my boys.
FRANKY: Oi, give us the ball back.
No, she doesn't play for your team, Juice.
How does she know what team she plays for
till she gives it a go?
The girl's out of bounds, alright, Juice?
Take your hard-on somewhere else and throw the ball back in.
Whatever, Bea. Only trying to make friends with the cherry.
Just play the game.
It's alright, love. She's just harmless.
PRISONER: Yeah, come on, play the game.
- FRANKY: Alright, let's go. - Thanks, Bea.
(PRISONERS SHOUT AND CHATTER)
- JESS: Maxine, who's winning? - We are!
Hey, hello.
- How'd the obstetrician go? - DOREEN: Yeah, really good.
Everything's as it should be, and sorted out a birth plan, eh?
Oh, Dor, I'm really bloody sorry.
- I completely forgot, love. - That's alright.
You've got lots on your mind.
But it's OK 'cause Jess came with me.
How'd it go?
We heard the baby's heartbeat, and it was so amazing.
- Was it? - LUCY: Concentrate!
That was a fuckin' foul!
Bull-fucking-shit!
Give her the ball, ya skank.
You've got two balls, Juice. Give her one of yours.
Oh, go finger yourself, Franky.
Or maybe you want me to do it for you.
BEA: Just play the game! Oh, cut it out...
WILL: Oi! Break it up!
Break it up, I said! Break it up!
Get down.
- MAXINE: You right? - Fuck.
Yeah, I'm alright, thanks.
WILL: Now!
FRANKY: Oh, sorry, Red.
(TENSE, DRONING MUSIC)
LIZ: Hey, hey! No, Bea, you're bleeding, love.
She's been shivved.
(PRISON GUARDS CHATTER)
What the fuck?
OK. Up against the wall.
(DOOR LOCK BUZZES)
Hey. How's the patient?
A dozen stitches.
The doctor said she's lucky the angle of the blade
resulted in a laceration and not a puncture wound.
It could have cost her a kidney.
You want to give us a minute?
OK. Yeah, sure.
BEA: Can I have some pain relief, please?
I'll organise something.
So, any point asking who did it?
(SCOFFS)
My DNA wasn't a match. It puts me in the clear.
Yeah.
That's good.
Thanks.
ROSE: Thank you.
No, no, you need to stay here
for another couple of hours for observation, OK?
(FERGUSON SCOFFS)
It's amazing, isn't it?
You think you command total loyalty...
...and then a knife in the back reminds us
we're not as invulnerable as we think.
Shit happens.
Frequently.
But if this really is your prison,
then shouldn't that shit be happening to somebody else?
You know, using a riot to exercise power.
You know, if you rule through chaos, you reap what you sow.
Real leadership, Smith,
takes control, detachment and planning.
It's knowing when to act...
...and when to let others take action for you.
Where is it?
What?
- Ow! - The shiv.
It wasn't me, I swear!
- Where is it? - Maxine, it's alright.
- Fuck! Fuck! - BEA: Hey!
Hey, Jodie, when you pissed yourself,
you weren't trying to dodge the drug test-
you were scared shitless.
I'm not angry. I'm not.
I just want you to tell me the truth, alright?
I think Ferguson got to you in the slot.
Did she give you the shiv too? Yeah?
Give you a little bit of gear maybe?
She did, didn't she?
She got you high, and she told you
to come at me, didn't she, Jodie?
It's alright, you can tell me.
Didn't she? Just say it.
- Did she? - Alright!
I didn't have a choice!
What else could I do?
The fuckin' Freak made me do it.
It was in the exercise yard.
Dropped in one of the drains.
Good work.
About today...
The drug testing of Jodie Spiteri...
You don't need to explain your actions to me, Vera.
No, I just feel like...
You know, you are a fine deputy governor, Vera.
It's just that your judgement
can be a little wayward at times.
I mean, take your visits to Mr Fletcher, for instance.
It's not that you've been going to see him in rehab
that disturbs me,
it's that you felt you could explicitly lie about it.
I'm sorry...
What, you're sorry because you knew
it would be seen as a betrayal?
That you were compromising your loyalty to me and this prison
by associating with him?
I didn't want to hurt your feelings.
That is...
...so considerate of you.
There will be no further need to see Mr Fletcher.
He's no longer a colleague
and given what he's put us both through,
we can hardly call him a friend, hm?
Though I must ask, Vera, just in light of this...
...deliberate deception,
just where does your loyalty lie?
With you, Governor.
I'm so sorry. I didn't hear that.
With you, Governor.
Always with you.
Incinerate that.
Yes, Governor.
BRIDGET: Thought you ran the kitchen.
I like to mop shit too.
Helps me keep it real.
I hear Bea Smith's in medical after being shivved in the yard.
What's your point?
No point, just saying...
Are you fuckin' serious?
You ask me for honesty, which I gave you,
and then you accuse me of that shit?
- No, I'm not accusing you. - Bullshit you aren't.
Alright, I was worried about you, that's all.
Worried? That I shivved Bea?
No, that I'd pushed you too far...
You need to stay the fuck away from me.
OK.
Sorry.
(SCOFFS)
You can stick your sorry up your arse.
LIZ: OK, so I got you some toiletries,
but if you want anything fancier,
you just have to wait for the screws,
'cause they have a special spend once a month.
Can I...
What, love?
...shower in my underwear?
Yeah, of course you can.
I used to do that when I was a newbie. (CHUCKLES)
LUCY: Oh, lookie here, boys.
Bath time's gonna be fun for a change.
Er, no, well, we've just finished.
LUCY: That's weird. No steam.
Unless you both took a cold shower.
Hardens the nips, eh?
- (LAUGHS) - LIZ: We'll come back later.
That's fine.
LIZ: No! No!
Please don't hurt me.
I'm not gonna hurt ya, Soph.
I'm all about pleasure.
STELLA: Arggh! You bitch!
You touch her, I swear to God I'll kill you!
I bet you taste tickety-boo.
Get off me!
Like strawberry milkshake. (LAUGHS)
If Bea hears about this, mate, she's gonna get you!
- Arggh! - Something you should know.
We've all got a touch of the hep C.
(WHISPERS) But don't you worry, baby doll.
You can only catch it once. (LAUGHS)
Juice?
Ugh!
(GAS PS)
You want some more, you sick fuck, bull-dyke bitch?
Arggh! Oh, fuck!
You're alright, love. They're gone now, darling.
They're gone now, lovey.
(INTENSE, GRITTY MUSIC)
(DOREEN AND JESS CHAT INDISTINCTLY)
Lizzie.
What's goin' on?
I just wanted to say thank you for what you did earlier today.
Yeah, sweet.
- Kind of busy. - Oh, right.
Right, well, talk to you later.
SOPHIE: Is that my mum, Franky?
Yeah, she's just leaving, but.
Mum!
(LAUGHS) Mum, have a drink!
Franky and me are having a partay!
Oh, no, come on, Soph.
Uh-uh.
I said, come on.
Give me that.
No, come on. We've got a head count in 10 minutes.
- But we're having a party. - You're in prison now, love.
Party's over.
Fuck you.
Go. Quick.
Am I gonna have to tell a few jokes to get a smile tonight?
I'm terrible at telling jokes, OK?
Will, I...
Just this whole police thing.
I just...
I mean...
...why they think you killed Harry Smith.
It's because of Bea, isn't it?
- What do you mean? - You guys have a connection.
- I've seen it. - We've been through that.
- No, I'm not accusing you... - Well, what, then?
Police don't break down people's doors for no reason.
What were they looking for?
Tell me.
A murder weapon.
Oh, my God.
Have you spoken to a lawyer?
It's bullshit, Rose.
No, you need to take this seriously, Will.
OK. Um, alright, you know what?
I'm... I'm just gonna go.
Rose, come on, please?
Look, maybe I'm overreacting, or maybe not.
I'm tired.
My shifts have been all over the shop, so I'm...
Rose, can we just...
Can we just talk about this, please?
I just need some rest, OK?
I'll see you tomorrow.
(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)
NEWSREADER: To other news now,
and notorious convicted murderer Bea Smith
has been linked to the kidnapping
and vicious bashing of a Brunswick man
who was recently convicted of assaulting his wife.
Bea?
A warning - some viewers
may find the following footage disturbing.
The video of the attack, posted on the internet,
shows a group of masked assailants...
Oooh! Look at 'em going boonta.
...punching and kicking the man,
who was given a controversial suspended sentence
on his assault conviction.
At the end of the video, one of the attackers,
who appears to be a woman,
gives a statement in which she claims to be representing
an anonymous group of vigilantes
calling itself the Red Right Hand.
WOMAN: We are The Red Right Hand,
and we're taking a stand on violence against women
in the name of our hero, Bea Smith.
If you perpetrate these atrocities
and the law fails to punish you,
we will be the true arbiters of justice.
We are the Red Right Hand.
Beware our righteous acts of retribution.
SONG: ♪ If the walls were too thin
♪ You would break in
♪ Mm-mm-mm
♪ If the walls were too thin
♪ You would break right in... ♪