Wentworth (2013–…): Season 1, Episode 10 - Checkmate - full transcript

The truth behind the riot is finally revealed and Bea confronts a killer leading to deadly consequences.

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I've got a screw we can use.

You get it, and
I'll bring it in.

Give it to me.

I asked you to start a small
fight that I could handle.

How easily a fight
turns into a riot.

Meg?

Oh, God, no, no, no!

When they buried her,

they gave me her wedding
ring but no bracelet.

Whoever killed Meg
took that bracelet.

You're stronger with
Bea than without her,



and a smart girl like
you should know that.

Can you please go now?

Do you think you can
let me make it up to you?

Could I have a bit of time?

Last night your
husband found Debbie

in her bedroom unconscious.

I'm sorry, Bea.
They were too late.

Debbie was making
up notes from me.

And then I find out
that she was lying

about staying at Matilla's.

She was staying at
some boyfriend's place.

She had a boyfriend?

Yeah, Brayden.

I just wish she'd told
me what was going on.



If only she'd just talked to me.

I should have asked
more questions.

Yeah, but teenagers
keep secrets.

She had a boyfriend.
I just keep wondering

if he was the one that
got her into the drugs.

You're never gonna
know what she was up to.

Kids are into all
sorts of stuff now.

Yeah, but heroin?

Harry had no idea.

He'd never even heard
of this Brayden kid.

What?

Jacs' son.

His name's Brayden.

Yeah, well, that could
be a coincidence.

You reckon?

- No, Bea!
- Aah!

Get... Get off me!

- Okay.
- What are you doing?

All right, let's take
this outside, Bea. Now.

Come on.

Look, I know things are
difficult at the moment,

but you don't just go around
attacking other women.

- I didn't. I didn't!
- Oh, come on.

Okay, all right, okay,
whatever happened,

if it happens again,
you're both in the slot.

Sierra 1 calling Sierra 3, over.

- No, no, no, no, don't.
- She did this.

- She did this!
- You do not know that for sure.

You have to find out the truth,

and there is only
one way to do it.

Yeah? You know that.

Mr. Jackson, I need to
speak to the governor now.

Yeah?

Bea Smith, Governor.

Bea.

Jacs killed Debbie.

It was Jacs. It had to be.

We need to talk to the police.

Okay, calm down.
I don't understand.

Jacs' son, Brayden,
Debbie was seeing him.

It wasn't an accident.
Jacs is responsible for this.

Right. Can you just take a seat?

We'll be fine. Thank
you, Mr. Jackson.

Debbie was going to nightclubs.
She... She was taking drugs.

It wasn't like her.

She... She started
seeing this kid Brayden.

Jacs had Debbie killed.
We have to talk to the police.

Why do you think it was Jacs?

She knew where we lived.

She'd threatened Debbie before.

She told me she'd have her
run down outside her school.

She knew Debbie's routine.

Now I know how. It was Brayden.

And why would she hurt Debbie?

She thinks I'm a threat.

Will you talk to the police?

Look, I understand
that you want answers.

Are you going to talk to
the police, or should I?

I will speak to them.

Thank you.

I should put you
into protection.

Why?

Just you here talking
to me, it puts you at risk.

No, no, I'm fine.

And what about when
you run into Jacs?

How will you deal with that?

I just want to do this right.

You should have stopped
her going to the governor.

We don't know that's
where she's gone.

You were there.

No, Bea would know
better than to lag.

- She wouldn't do it.
- Yeah, Boomer's right.

The governor's going
to talk to the police.

Wouldn't she?

You know what they
do to laggers, Red.

You don't have a say in this.

The only way this works
is if you follow my lead.

- This isn't about you.
- Yeah, you're right.

This could hurt all of us.

So you want to deal with
Jacs, you deal with her.

The police will handle it.

This is an
extraordinary situation.

A mother has lost her child.

I'd call that tragic.

Were you aware that your
son was seeing Debbie?

Yes.

Did you encourage
him to see her?

The two of them met the
first time Debbie visited Bea.

Brayden told me he
was seeing someone.

I didn't realize till
recently who it was.

I heard how Debbie died.

Brayden dabbled in
things, too, that worried me.

What, drugs?

It could have just
as easily been him,

and thank God it wasn't.

What Bea's going
through no mother should.

Hm.

Bea has a lot of support
in here now, and you don't.

The women are aware of what's
happened with your husband.

You don't have the same backing
on the outside as you used to.

So regardless of the outcome
of the police investigation

into Debbie's death,
you are vulnerable.

My offer of moving you
into protection still stands.

You should take it.

I'm not responsible for this.

You right?

You not hungry?

No.

My son wanted me to
pass on his condolences.

Now's your chance.

- No, no, Bea!
- Let her go.

How's your arthritis?

Can't be easy with that cast on.

Here.

Fancy a cup of tea? I
know how you like it.

I don't feel like one today.

Well, let me help you
with this tray, then.

Grief can make you see a lot
of things that aren't there, Bea.

Oh, I can see perfectly
what's going on.

Just like everybody else here.

Bea, what were you thinking,
provoking Jacs like that?

What was I thinking?

Yeah, 'cause it
was bloody stupid.

I was thinking
about my little girl.

Did she suffer? Was she...

Was she scared?

Did she know what
was happening to her?

I was thinking, where
was I when she needed me.

That's what I was thinking.

Just don't give me shit today.

Okay.

Bea.

Get out.

Now's not a good time.

You lagged.

I said, get the fuck out.

Bea!

But I understand, as a
mother driven by grief,

you're not thinking right.

Oh, you're gonna pay
for what you've done.

And as a mother,
you'll understand me

wanting to defend my boy

for being accused of
something he didn't do.

You threaten my
daughter and then she dies,

and you're telling
me it's a coincidence?

You just say these things
to keep the women in line.

Look, whatever it is,
my boy didn't do this.

You're a liar.

Brayden had girlfriends before,

but he never spoke of any
of them like he did your girl.

Right.

So you knew that
he was seeing her.

I knew she was different.

His face used to light up.

He couldn't stop
talking about her.

Brayden loved Debbie,
and he could never harm her.

She was obviously a very
special kid, and so is Brayden.

I mean, as mothers,
we fucked up.

We just weren't there for
them when they needed us.

But we must have
done something right.

Hey, it's understandable
you need someone to blame,

but you're looking
in the wrong place.

My boy didn't do this.

He couldn't.

Get out.

Go on, get out.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Um, you don't have
a pen on you, do you?

Yep.

Thanks.

They, um... They
just disappear in here.

Bloody criminals.

Thanks.

You keep it.

I got a stash at home.

Oh.

Um, Fletch?

You know, the,
um... The other night?

Vera, it wasn't your fault.

No, I mean, I'm just...
I'm inexperienced.

What happened, that's all on me.

I need you to know that.

Um, Vera?

Let me cook you
dinner at my place.

I'd like that.

How is it?

It's, um... It's lovely, thanks.

- Oh, have I got...
- No, no.

It's just you.

Which is good.

It's really nice
having you here.

It's nice being here.

Oops.

You got to get going?

I don't want to go home.

W-Well, you don't
have to. I mean, I...

- I could sleep on the couch.
- No. No, no.

I don't want you to
sleep on the couch.

Look, I'm sorry, Bea,
but police have found

that there's no grounds
for an investigation.

Did you tell them what I said?

Yes. Yes, of course I did.

Maybe you didn't
explain it properly.

I should talk to them, I think.

Harry gave them Debbie's phone.

On it, there are a
lot of text messages

- to a girl called Matilla.
- Yeah, that's right.

Well, they were about Brayden

and they were about
how they were using drugs.

So there's the proof.

Well, she talked about
how much she liked it.

They'd experimented for a while.

Yeah, smoking dope, not heroin.

Police found evidence
in her bedside drawer.

She'd been smoking
heroin, as well.

There was also
bruising on her arm.

I'm... I'm sorry.

It wasn't the first
time she tried it.

What about...

What about Jacs?
What about the threats?

- I've got no proof to give them.
- God, she's in here for murder.

And you're charged
with attempted murder.

If the police could
find information on Jacs

and the Holt family and they
could prosecute, they would.

Yeah, Brayden's her son.

Brayden and Debbie
both visited their mothers

in the same prison.

Chances are their
paths would cross.

No, no, it's too much
of a coincidence.

It's circumstantial as far
as the police are concerned.

Debbie was a 16-year-old
experimenting with drugs,

and it just went terribly wrong.

I know in my gut that's
not what happened.

Well, I'm sorry.

You're wrong.

You okay?

I'm still here.

If there's anything
else you need, just ask.

Don't start.

Governor told you the
cops won't do anything.

It was an accident.

- That's what they say.
- It was.

Yeah, so you're a crim,
your daughter's a junkie.

- 'Course they don't give a shit.
- My daughter is not a junkie.

Which is why you know
it wasn't an accident.

Will you stop
messing with my head?

Stop ignoring it.

You know, I thought that
my daughter was killed

because of me.

See, this place, it... it... It
puts things in your mind.

It twists them around
till you're going crazy

and you don't know
what to believe.

You know what the truth is.

Yeah, yeah, I do.

And that's what makes
me different from you.

See, you're all lying
about something.

You think that's the only
way you can survive in here.

But I'm not like that.

I'm not going to leave this
place any more screwed up

then when I came in.

Hi.

Hey.

You hungry?

Yep.

Listen, I was thinking,
why don't we go out

and grab some brekkie
before you head to work?

I'm going to call in sick.

That's a first.

I, um...

I just really don't want to
go in there today and I...

Do you mind if we just
hang around here a bit?

'Course not.

Hey, so what do
you feel like? Um...

Cereal? I could whip
up some pancakes.

You know, I make a mean omelet.

Oh, omelet. Omelet sounds good.

Great. Omelet it is.

I've got to grab some more eggs.

Oh, no, no, don't
go to any trouble.

I'll be back soon.

Okay.

Ah.

I knew what she was doing.

I'd be bloody stupid not to,

changing shifts and
putting me on the slot.


But there was nothing
I could do about it.


But she knew that.

She wanted to make me feel
like shit so I'd stop hassling her.


Sometimes I think I
just want to hurt her


the same fucking
way she hurt me.


Like the dream I keep having.
You know, I'm back in Timor.


I raise my gun, fire, but it's
Meg with a bullet in her head.


But I don't feel anything.

I should never have
started fucking that bitch.


Vera?

I-I have to go.

What were you doing
going through my stuff?

Sorry. I, um...

Look, I won't tell
anyone, I promise.

What? What?

I know you were
angry with Meg. I will...

I won't tell a soul, I promise.

I've got to go.

What, so you think I killed Meg?

Are you bloody crazy?

I mean, I only wrote that

because the bloody
counselor told me to.

I'm s... I'm sorry. I thought...

Get the fuck out.

Go.

I've informed Bea that there
will be no police investigation

into her daughter's death.

Because it was an accident.

No, I lied.

With you refusing
to go into protection,

it's the only way I can
control the situation.

I told you, I had nothing
to do with Debbie's death.

It's out of my hands.

The police are investigating
Brayden and your family.

So until they've completed
their investigation,

all your phone calls, visits,

and mail privileges
will be suspended.

I have to speak to my son.
Put him back on my contact list.

Not possible.

He'll be devastated
about Debbie.

I need to know he's okay.

Well, I'm sure he has
his father's support.

I'll be fully cooperating
with the police.

If you did have anything to
do with it, they will find out.

They're not going
to let this go.

So we're lying to Jacs
about the investigation.

Yes. There isn't one.

Putting pressure on her,
cutting off her privileges.

It's dangerous.

Sure, but we need
to keep her contained.

And while she's contained, we
need to try and find something

the police can't ignore.

Well, maybe if Channing got
involved, the cops will listen.

No, I'm not taking
this any further

until I can find solid proof.

So I need all CCTV footage from
the last three months reviewed.

I need you to focus
on the Visitor Center.

All phone calls Jacs
and her crew have made

that have been recorded,
I want it reviewed.

Check the mail logs. Keep
up with the spot checks.

We need to find anything,

something that can link Jacs
with Debbie Smith's death.

The chance of finding
anything's pretty slim.

So what are you saying, Linda?
We should just ignore this?

We should wait
until it just explodes?

Yeah, what if Bea's wrong?

We could be stirring
things up for nothing.

Yeah, you call it stirring,

and I call it taking
control of the situation.

Keep me updated.

Spot check.

I hope you're
giving the other units

the same attention as mine.

The women will talk.

Your unit?

Not anymore, Jacs.

What's going on
with this investigation?

You worried what
they'll discover?

Find out for me.

I don't see the point, Jacs.

See, I'm only going to tell
you what we both already know.

You had something to
do with Debbie's death.

I know who killed your wife.

No, you don't.

You're desperate.

So are you.

Been a long time
with no information.

Cops couldn't find anything.

No one's talked.

Why do you think that is?

Because I didn't
want it to get out.

That's bullshit.

You've worked around here long
enough to know how I operate.

And what that sort
of information's worth.

Maybe it's time to cash it in.

What do you think, Mr. Jackson?

She didn't want to come in.

Her mum told her to stay away.

And how did she feel about that?

She gets freaked.

She wants to see her mum but
doesn't want to go against her.


Yeah, of course.

But Bea needs to see Debbie

to be reminded just how
much she loves her daughter


and what she'll do for her.

Make sure she
comes in next time.


Yeah, I'll try.

No, son, you'll do it.

Okay.

Good boy.

I just listened to an
interesting conversation

between you and your son.

You pushed Brayden
to be with Debbie.

You made him bring her in
here to keep her in Bea's face.

You tell me who killed my
wife, and I erase the recording.

Who did it?

I'll tell you once you've
erased the recording

and had the
investigation shut down.

Not before.

Anything?

Will?

Uh, not yet. There's
a lot to get through.

Just find me
something conclusive.

- Okay?
- Yeah, okay.

Thanks.

I need proof that Jacs
has a vendetta against Bea.

Now you want to talk to me.

Come on, you want to help
Bea? Please, this is your chance.

Why am I here?

You're here because I
want to make this prison

a better place for the women.

No. Why am I really here?

If you don't want to
help me, then just leave.

You don't care about the women.

- Oh, here we go.
- It's all bullshit.

You're hiding in here with us.

You get off on being here.

Get out.

And the thing that
scares you the most?

It's that when you're fucking
him, you're thinking of me.

Get out.

Huh?

The funeral people called.

They want to know what
we want to do with her.

The ashes.

Just bring her home.

Keep her safe.

Y-You know, I never should
have done what I did to you,

but I never should
have let things go on

for as long as they did, either.

Did you ever think about
how it affected Deb?

I never touched her.

Yeah, but she knew
what was going on.

I mean, she blamed herself

for everything that happened
between you and me.

That's ridiculous.

You know she thought that I
stayed with you because of her?

And so staying with
me was the problem?

You're blaming me?

No.

No, that would be too
easy and unfair on her.

No, this was my fault.

And I want to do what I should
have done in the first place.

I'm going to plead guilty.

I'm going to tell them
about what really happened,

- about what you did to me.
- You can't.

- Yeah, I can.
- We agreed.

We promised Deb.

You can't keep using
Deb like that anymore.

If this gets out, they
will do me for lying.

Everyone'll know.

We stuffed up, Harry, big-time.

But not anymore.

I'm going to
accept responsibility

for what I've done.

What'd the governor want?

Reckon she's a little
confused about that.

Did she say anything about Bea?

Bea can take care of herself.

I know what you're
doing, Franky.

What's that?

You're pushing Bea
at Jacs all the time,

and you're hoping they're
going to cancel each other out.

Ooh, you've been here too long.

Yeah, maybe.

But Bea is a good person,
and what you're doing is wrong.

And I want you to stop.

Someone will get hurt.

You keep sticking your
nose in, maybe it'll be you.

It's your choice.

Hi.

Fletch, I'm so sorry...

I need you to do
something for me.

Never mention this to Will.

I don't want him to find
out about me and Meg.

Yep. Um...

No, I won't.

Uh, Fletch?

Can we talk about us?

Fletch?

Fuck off, Vera.

Yep?

Liz Birdsworth to
see you, Governor.

Great, thank you.

Liz?

Liz, how can I help you?

Well, you said you wanted
me to keep you updated

on how the women are doing.

Yes, how are they doing?

You know something?

Liz.

Liz, if you've heard something,

it's your responsibility
to tell me.

About a week ago, Bea found
a mobile phone in her cell.

The person who called
said they were with Debbie,

and he said some awful stuff.

And you think
Jacs was behind it?

She's had it in for
Bea since she got here.

Thank you.

Fletch.

Shit.

- I'm gonna kill you.
- Will!

- I'm gonna kill you!
- Will!

Get off me!

It's Meg's.

I know, mate.

I know.

Meg Jackson's bracelet

has been found
in your possession.

Can you explain why?

Yeah.

Someone put it there.

I put it to you that the
governor slotted you

for dealing drugs.

When you were finally
released, you were angry.

You wanted payback.

So you organized
the riot as a distraction.

You were armed, and you
waited for an opportunity

to get Meg Jackson
alone, and you killed her.

At this point, I'm going to take
you down to the police station

and charge you with the
murder of Meg Jackson.

Do you have anything
you'd like to say?

I know nothing about it.

Let's go.

Thank you all for coming.

I have an important announcement
regarding the investigation

into the death of
the former governor

of the Wentworth
Correctional Centre.

Just a short time ago,
Mrs. Jacqueline Holt

was charged with the
murder of Meg Jackson.

I'm very proud in saying
that my staff were instrumental


in uncovering key evidence
that led to Mrs. Holt's arrest.


It is now up to
the justice system


to determine Mrs. Holt's fate.

I'm grateful that after
a grueling five months,


I can confidentially reassure
my staff of their safety


and deliver on my promise to you

to rehabilitate not
only our prisoners,


but the way that we
work here at Wentworth.

Thank you.

Where's she off to?

She rounding them up, is she?

So, your missus is in a
bit of trouble, isn't she?

So are you sick of
her shit yet or what?

Does that mean you're with me?

Yeah, all right.

Now you're with me?

I want you to let her know
what you think, all right?

She's got no power
on the outside.

She's a fuckin' cripple.

She killed your kid.

You might not want to
believe it, but she did.

Hey. Hey. Hey.

Oh, fuck you. I'll rip
your fuckin' hair out!

I'll rip your fuckin' hair out.

You're a fuckin' lowlife!

Hey, Jacs, you're nothin' now.

Tell the governor I'm
going into protection.

You are aware it
could take some time

before a bed becomes available.

Weeks, maybe longer.

You find me a bed now.

Or I'll go to the governor
and tell her all about you.

The painkillers, the riot.

Showing you kindness
hasn't really worked for me,

has it, Jacs?

That's the way the world works.

Now, you go and see her,
or I'll tell her what I know.

And you really think
she'll believe you now?

You murdered Meg Jackson.

That little display by
the women out there?

That's nothing to
what the officers will do

every chance they get.

And I won't stop them.

That'll be the way
my world works.

I told you to drop it.

- It's a good book.
- Ah, cut the crap, Franky.

Jacs is finished.

She's either going to end
up in protection or dead.

So you don't need to use Bea
to do your dirty work anymore.

- What's it to you?
- Leave her alone.

I'll make that decision, eh?

I was watching you when
we found out about Jacs.

Ooh, you didn't see
that coming, did ya?

Or where it came from.

So what are you saying?

You remember the riot.

Oh! Oh, fuck!

Shit.

Fuck!

You planted the bracelet.

Yeah.

You wanted to get
rid of Jacs. I fixed it.

Yeah, well, I appreciate it.

No, I didn't do it for
you. I did it for Bea.

- I told you to stay out of it.
- No.

No, you said make a choice.

And I have.

I want to know the
truth about my daughter.

I knew the first time we
met you were a player.

What happened to her?

They say same recognizes same.

No. I'm no murderer.

You tried, with your husband.

Yeah, but I didn't
go through with it.

A technicality.

You just can't accept
who you really are.

Someone who's capable
of taking another life.

It wasn't like that.

I know what it's like.

You crossed that line,
but you're still in denial.

Me?

I'm at peace with my actions.

- So who's the more dangerous?
- Look, I couldn't give a fuck.

I want you to tell me what
you did to my daughter.

Don't you think it's
a little late for that?

I know that you're
responsible for her death.

I'm sure you wondered
how she'd turn out.

After all those
years of her knowing

what you let your
husband do to ya.

Would she let a man
do that to her, too?

Would she just sit
back and take it?

Debbie made it easy for Brayden.

She was so
desperate for attention

that when he gave it to
her, she let him do anything.

Sex.

- Drugs.
- I knew it.

I knew it.

All the signs were there,
but you ignored them.

You pushed her away.

You convinced yourself
that everything was fine.

You didn't want to see that
Debbie was just like you.

You know nothing!

And I almost felt sorry for her.

And then I thought, "What's
she got to look forward to?

A life just like her mother's."

It was a kindness, really,
putting her out of her misery.

She was better off dead.

No!

No. No, no, no.

No. No, no.

Attention, compound.
Attention, compound.


This is a Code Red.

All prisoners,
return to your cells.


Back up against the
wall, ladies. Let's go!