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Bea gets caught in between rivals Jacs and Franky.

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Once I've stripped
you of your tats,

I'll show you the
real Franky Doyle.

Stop calling. Stop writing.

Why don't you think about
what's best for Debbie?

Your gut says to
keep calling her, right?

Yeah, but it's
just not fair on her.

Oh, geez, you're her mum.

She loves ya, and
you've given up.

How do you reckon she feels?

Steven was one of
my first appointments,

and he's made
incredible progress



with the women's
vocab and reading.

- Where'd you get it?
- The smack fairy.

She deserves a bit of fun,

but you're so off your face all
the time, you don't even care.

Toni, you're off your
nut, aren't ya, eh?

You've got to help me.

You supplied her?

- What if it gets out?
- It won't. I'll make it go away.

Now get your things
and leave the prison.

Mum?

Yeah, it's me.

I've been tutoring Franky
for the last 12 months.

Tutoring, dating, same, same.

Very different.



Wentworth's new
governor, Erica Davidson.


Wow!

That's perfect, yeah? Perfect.

It's well-seasoned. It's crispy.

You've set a very high benchmark
for the rest of the competition.

Francesca.

You think you've
nailed it this time?

Yep?

And what do you
call that, Francesca?

Tepora vegetables.

Tepora vegetables?

That's a new one. I haven't
heard that one before.

Try... Try this one.

It's okay. I've had better.

Maybe you should stop
this smartass attitude of yours

and just start
trying to be smart,

because you keep
serving up this sort of slop,

I'm gonna have to
keep spitting it in the bin.

Francesca, I don't know
if you have the intelligence

to keep going.

At this stage of
the competition,

I expect it to be better.

Maybe you should stick to
something that's not beyond you.

Like, um, eggs.

Eggs.

You can say "eggs,"
Francesca. Eggs.

Can we... Can we cut
it? Can we cut it there?

Hey, Francesca,
keep up this dumb act,

and we will make
some beautiful television.

Hey, Mikey!

Psycho bitch!

- Mikey! Mikey!
- Aah!

Oh, this thing's crap.

No, it's the operator,
Dor, not the machine.

What's got in your knickers?

This whole place is
giving me the shits.

Hey. Here.

Come on, I'll fix it. You fold.

No, no, no, you
can't just swap jobs.

- I'll be quick.
- No, no, no, Bea.

- It's all right.
- No, you can't just swap jobs.

Come on. Go on, just go.

Quick.

I know what I'm doing. I've
worked on these machines before.

You seem like the kind of mother

that'd make clothes
for your daughter.

Yeah.

How is mini-Bea?

She still hasn't
visited, has she?

Yeah, she's coming in tomorrow.

Finally. How nice for you.

Calls for a celebration.

I need the bathroom, so
for the next five minutes,

the steam press is all yours.

Special treat.

Thanks, but I've
never used one before.

- Now's your chance.
- No, it's okay. Seriously.

Bea, I decide where
everyone's stationed.

When someone
else has an opinion,

the whole system falls apart.

We don't want that, do we?

Systems are important here.

They keep everyone in line.

Now, come on. Have
a go. It's an honor.

You'll be able to tell
Debbie all about it.

Just lay out the sheet,
smooth it out, and...

Waiting.

Listen, I-I don't mean
to... To upset anything.

You know what
you're doing. I don't.

Get over here.

Whoo!

God!

Is it always up to me to
lighten things up in here?

Got first dibs on towels.

Leave the crusty sheets
to the expert. Jacqueline.

I was just showing Bea
how to use the press.

Oh, you don't want
to do that, Red.

All that steam
will stuff your hair.

Look how Jacs turned out.

Hey, if you want someone
to take over, I'm ready.

Ronnie, take over.

I'll be back.

Have a good one, Jacs.

Thanks for that.

You just got in the game, Red.

Franky, governor
wants to see you.

Booms.

Don't let the colors bleed.

Ms. Miles.

- Whew.
- Franky Doyle, Governor.

You've made
yourself comfortable.

Have a seat, Franky.

Foxy.

What, no coffee?

Uh, double espresso,
milk on the side.

Thanks, Ms. Miles.

Thank you, Ms. Miles.

There's that smile.

So, the subject of your father
has always been off limits,

which I respect,

but you have received
another letter from Alan Doyle.

We've noticed you
haven't replied to the others.

- Why would I?
- Well, that's my question.

Do you think it's an
imposter or a potential threat?

I can hand this
over to the police,

and they can warn them off.

Would you like to
look at the letter first?

No.

How did you get that?

What?

On your chest. How
did you get that?

What, that?

Yes.

It's Kim. She bites.

Did that happen during the riot?

Or did Jacs do that to you?

I don't want things to escalate

the way they did
with Mrs. Jackson.

If there's any chance of
any reprisals, I need to know.

This is the only way
I can protect you...

You know what?

Next time you want to hang
out, don't forget the coffee, eh?

Can I go?

Who the fuck has been
going through my stuff?

In the hole, Franky.

You should know
where the hole is, love.

Think you can do better, Nana?

I know my strengths, Francesca.

Aren't they failing by now?

The last time I wielded
something in my hands,

I was very happy
with the results.

But if you need
some competition.

Girls?

It's game on.

Give me the ball. Come on.

Stop playing with yourself.

Have you heard of any more
tension between Jacs and Franky?

There's always gonna be tension.

So how do we resolve it
so it doesn't happen again?

Well, there's three
ways it can end.

Someone gets released,
backs down, or ends up dead.

Whoo! Go, Franky!

Hey, heads up!

You right?

You might want to work on
your reflexes, Ms. Davidson.

Comes in handy when
you're the governor.

Ooh.

Ew. Bloody hell, Ronnie.

No one's gonna pay
to see your gash here.

Hello. Ms. Davidson?

Um, I want to
know if Toni's okay?

- No one's telling me anything.
- Yeah, she's being looked after.

You've seen her, have you?

I just want to know
if she's all right.

The wet cells aren't
built for comfort, Doreen.

Oh, Ms. Davidson, I'm sorry.

The women come out
worse than they went in.

You cannot possibly believe

that letting someone suffer
like that's the best thing for 'em.

Officer!

Officer! I need an officer!

Officer!

- Fletch!
- What's happening?

She's trying to kill herself.
You need to open the door.

Oh, for Christ's sake.

Hurry up and open
the door. She's choking.

She won't choke. She's fine.

She won't choke.
I've seen it before.

You can't kill yourself
with a cheese roll, Toni.

Get it out!

She tried to choke herself.

In those conditions,
is it any wonder?

Well, the whole
purpose of the wet cells

is to isolate the women
and to prevent self-harm.

Yeah, well, what about
their basic human rights?

They don't have a proper bed.

They can't shower
or brush their teeth.

We do try and keep them in
there for as short a time as possible.

No, Toni has been in
there for nearly two weeks.

She's in a depressed state.
She hasn't even seen a psych.

Yeah, well, that's not actually
something we can control.

You know that there's not
enough psychs to go 'round.

When they do come in, the
women don't want to talk to them.

It stinks. I can't wear that.

No, there has to be a
better way to manage this.

Yeah, there probably is,

but, you know, we'd need
more officers to cover it.

You take someone off one
area, you've got to cover that.

You're looking at extra shifts.

Well, they're not the ones
choking on bread rolls.

They're just going to have
to put up with the extra duties.

Okay.

You know, Erica,
when you first took over,

you didn't actually have a
lot of support from the officers.

So if you start making
all these changes

when they're stretched
enough as it is,

you're just going to lose
the support altogether.

What would you do?

Well, I wouldn't push the
officers so hard just yet.

Settle in first. Don't give
them a reason to give you grief.

Press get wind of the
conditions in those cells,

it's a public-relations
nightmare.

Okay, but you also have to know

that the officers around
here have your back.

It's not the media you
have to worry about.

If you keep serving
up this sort of slop,


I'm going to have to
keep spitting it in the bin.


You know, I could forgive
you for getting the name wrong,


okay, if this was any good.

Hey, Mikey.

What have you done?

Mikey! Mikey!

Call an ambulance!

Shit.

Oh, sorry. I didn't
mean to scare you.

What do you... What do you want?

I'm Franky Doyle's dad, Alan.

Finally, the police have traced
the person mailing the drugs,

and, surprise, surprise,
it's Lexie Patterson.

So we'll be seeing
her again very soon.

I don't know. Is there anything
else you'd like to discuss?

Just a reminder about the lawn
bowls tournament next Friday.

Players, watchers, drinkers,
everyone's welcome.

Show of hands so I can
make sure the bar's stocked.

About what I expected.

Sorry. I've got plans with Adam.

With who?

All right. Okay, then. Um...

I guess we're done.

Actually there is...

There is something
else I'd like to discuss.

Look, I know that
there's a system in place

for the wet cells,

but I've been thinking it's
time to review it and update it.

Let's introduce a process
that makes life easier for you

in the long run and improves
conditions for the women.

What kind of changes?

Well, for starters, let's get
the women to a bathroom

once a day so they can
shower and brush their teeth.

- We don't have the time.
- Who's gonna do that?

Obviously there'll be
changes to the roster.

- I'm not working extra.
- We're under the pump as it is.

Vera, I need you to get the
women to have a psych evaluation

within 24 hours of admission.

Good luck making
that phone call.

And that the peer
worker visits them daily.

This will give the women
someone to talk to and confide in.

So now Liz has the
run of the prison?

- Under supervision.
- What about us, our safety?

If we're going to
be spread thin,

that's going to put
us all at risk, yeah?

Since when are the
prisoners' welfare

more important than ours?

This will lessen your
workload in the long run.

I mean, we have
to break the cycle,

or else these women
will just keep leaving

worse than they went in.

These changes come
into place this week.

Okay, the meeting's over.

Bloody insane.

Vera?

Can you have Franky Doyle report
to my office as soon as you can?

Yes, Governor.

First time?

Yeah.

Who is it?

Sister?

No, mum.

Ah.

So, what's your name?

Debbie.

I'm Brayden.

Brayden Holt.

It'll be all right.

My mum's here, too.

Lippy's not going to make
her look like a hooker.

- Yes, it will.
- No, it won't. Why?

Would you two shut up?

You're more nervous
than what I am.

That's nice.

Thanks for coming, Franky.

I'm disappointed.

- Why?
- There's no coffee.

If you wanted to pump me
for info about the old bag,

you could at least
pretend you care.

That's not what
yesterday was about.

I'm disappointed you think so.

Well, it's hard to know
what you're thinking.

You've changed.

A new job'll do that.

I wish you had your old one.

Alan Doyle approached
me yesterday.

He had photos, a copy
of your birth certificate,

so it's not a reporter
or a fan. It is your father.

'Course, I told him
there's nothing I can do.

If you don't want contact
with him, that's up to you.

It's been a long time.

You had a rough childhood.

You've got a lot
to be angry about.

So do most people.

Yeah, but most
people don't take it out

with a saucepan of boiling oil.

Franky, you were angry

long before some arrogant
celebrity came along.

Come in.

Might not be quite
what you ordered.

Reception called.

Your dad's been waiting outside
the prison gates all morning.

I don't know what he
wants. I don't know your dad.

I don't know what
sort of man he is.

He's the type of guy
who walks out on his kid.

Well, maybe he's changed.

He seemed... He seemed genuine.

But this is your choice, Franky.

If you want to see
him, I'll let him in.

If you don't, then
I send him away.

Now what?

You need to put your
belongings in a locker over there,

and we'll call you
when we're ready.

Okay.

All done?

Um, I'm not sure.

- Just sign there.
- Right.

Right, eyes to me, please.

You, young lady at
the desk, you, mate.

Sir? This way, please.

Follow me.

What's happening?

Sniffer dogs, random testing.

- It's nothing to worry about.
- Oh.

I love dogs.

Chop-chop. Let's go.

Good luck with your mum.

I'll, uh, get Ms. Miles
for the search, okay?

Are you okay?

- Who are you seeing today?
- Ohh.

You'd better be
in bed, Francesca!

You hear me?

Hey, look, I, uh... I
never got a chance to...

I just want to say thanks for
what you did for me yesterday.

Talk to me again
and I'll break your jaw.

Okay, if you could all stand
on the black line, please.

Okay.

Okay, if everybody else
could leave now. Thank you.

Thank you. Okay,
no, no, not you.

The dog has detected
an illegal substance.

We're going to have
to do a strip search

if you want to
continue your visit.

What?

We have to do a strip search.
Do we have your consent?

But I haven't got anything.

- We still need to do a search.
- I just want to see my mum.

- Do we have your consent?
- N... I mean, I don't...

I don't know. I told you.
I haven't got anything.

Okay, Debbie, if you
don't give us your consent,

we're going to have
to ask you to leave.

The incident will be recorded,

and it will be considered
when requesting future visits.

It's highly unlikely you'll be
able to visit your mother again.

It's up to you, Debbie.

I promise you we'll
be as quick as we can.

You awake? Get up!

Why do you think he left?

He doesn't want you.

Thanks for seeing me.

Why have they got us in here?
Why can't we be out there?

Like, talk like normal people?

'Cause they think
I might kill you.

Well, you're not a killer.

The only reason I'm here is
so I can look you in the eye

and tell you to stay
the fuck away from me.

Well, that's not gonna happen.

Did you read my letters?

I don't blame you for that.

They're only words
on a bit of paper.

There's things that have
to be said face-to-face.

What's going on? Why
aren't I going through?

Uh, there's a problem.

She's not coming.

It's not that.

Why don't we start
with your jumper?

I wasn't ready to be a dad.

Me and your mum
were just no good.

That's no excuse, I
know. It's no excuse.

But I-I walked 'cause
I couldn't be there.

That's not what
you want to hear.

No shit.

But that's the way it was.

I'm not gonna come
here and try and justify it.

Oh, well, as long
as you feel better.

You good now?

She's just a child.
She's... She's 16.

They've got no right
to lay a hand on her.

She consented to a strip search

after the dogs detected
an illegal substance.

I don't care what
she said. Th...

They're not going to lay
a hand on my daughter.

Bea, calm down.

She's just 16,
for Christ's sake!

I'm not going to
let them touch her!

If you want to see Debbie,

you'd better calm down
before you draw a crowd.

You can't let
them do this to her.

Okay.

Last night, my
friend had a joint,

and I was wearing these jeans.

Maybe that's what
the dog can smell?

I swear I haven't got anything.

Look, we still have
to conduct the search.

God.

You can't tell her.

We'll have to
inform her guardian.

Mr. Jackson, please, her father,
he doesn't know that she's here.

Please.

Please don't call him.

When I saw you on that
TV show, you were so angry.

I knew that was because of me.

You never mentioned
your mum in interviews.

You didn't go there.

But I knew.

- You knew, did ya?
- I could guess.

Oh. Well, what could you guess?

Your mother was difficult
to be around sometimes.

Was that when she was drunk
or when she was off her face?

I don't know. I
couldn't handle it.

But you thought a
10-year-old kid could?

Well...

You were her kid.

I thought you'd be okay.

Oh!

You've got no fuckin' idea.

She used to burn
me with cigarettes...

where no one could see.

Hey?

I can still remember
what it felt like.

How it smelled.

Said it was my
fault you left, hmm?

My fault.

I called the TV show.

I told the producers who I
was, said I wanted to see you.

They wanted to
put it all on-camera.

I couldn't do it.

Then you did what you did.

Maybe I could have stopped you.

Yeah.

And maybe it would have
been you with third-degree burns.

I love you.

Ohh, don't you
fuckin' dare say that.

Don't you fuckin' dare.

I don't even recognize you.

And that's what
pisses me off the most.

You don't look like him.
You don't sound like him.

If my dad walked in here, this
glass wouldn't have stopped me.

I would have smashed
the fucking glass,

and then I would have
smashed his fuckin' face.

But he didn't walk in.

He sent you.

Some prick who wants
to talk about feelings

and issues and bullshit.

Franky, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

You know what?

I waited years for
him to come back.

I stood at that bedroom
window every night,

and every night, he let me down.

Even when social services
took me away from that bitch

and put me somewhere
new, I kept waiting.

I imagined him running in
the front door, picking me up,

and squeezing my
hand like he used to.

Take me with him.
I haven't finished!

But he didn't walk in, did he?

So I started thinking of
the day I'd get back at him.

Hurt him, yeah?

I started thinking
about that day.

And then you fuckin' walk in!

And you're not even him anymore.

You even took that away from me.

Hey?

Debbie.

- Can we...
- Yeah. Come here.

Come here.

- I-I didn't...
- You look good. That's okay.

Here.

I didn't know if I could
bring anything or...

Uh, yeah, yeah.

You can. They just
have to process it,

then we get it later.

Do you want anything?

No, I've got everything I need.

Um, so, uh, how's
everything at home?

It's fine.

It's okay.

And how's school?

Will you get to
resit your exams?

Yeah, yeah, next week.

Oh, look at you.

The officers told me
about your search.

It... It was... They
made a mistake.

I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry that you
have to go through that

- just because I'm in here.
- I just wanted to see you, Mum.

- I miss you.
- Oh, darling, I miss you, too.

So much.

Oh, my baby.

It's okay.

Hey, Deb, you know that
they have to tell your dad.

- No. Why?
- It's procedure.

But they didn't find anything.

- Can't you do anything?
- I know, I know.

I'll try to call him first
so I can tell him myself.

Mum, he's gonna go ballistic.

Shh. I'll handle it.

I promise.

Ronnie, I need to use the phone.

Well, you should've
got here earlier.

Please. I'll... I'll
make it up to you.

Hang on, Manda. How?

I don't know. I'll do
anything you want.

Just please. It's urgent.

Just give her your spot, Ronnie.

Look, I'll call you
back, Manda. All right?

Just get her some
chockies and that.

She'll be right. Love you.

Are you feeling better?

Yeah.

Thanks.

It must be nice to
feel human again.

And maybe I can
arrange a visit with Kaiya.

Would you like that?

- Yeah.
- Yeah, I'll see what I can do.

Thank you.

You know, before we
can go down that road...

I need to be confident you
won't fall back into old habits.

Now, I need you to tell me
who supplied you the drugs.

Look, Toni, if you
don't give me a name,

I can't get you out of here.

So who supplied you the drugs?

It was the teacher.

Mr. Phelps.

Does anybody else
know about this?

No.

You know, falsely
accusing a member of staff

is a very serious matter.

It was him.

You're lying, Toni.

And if you repeat
that story to anyone,

you will not get out of here

and you will not see
your daughter again.

Do I make myself clear?

Yep.

So... who supplied
you the drugs?

No one, Miss.

I found them.

Right, well, that
sounds more likely.

How'd you go? Your emergency.

Yeah, sorted. Thanks.

You seem to be settling
in all right, making friends.

Okay, I got to go.

23 Cromwell Avenue.

That's where she lives,
doesn't she, young Debbie?

I knew this girl once.

Mowed down on the
pedestrian crossing

right outside the school.

Hit-and-run.

Terrible accident.

Now, that'd be a tragedy.

What do you want?

You're going to help me teach
Francesca some manners.

Two sugars.

I said you can stay.

Shit day, huh?

So will Debbie be
allowed to visit again?

Oh, maybe. When
Harry calms down.

Must have been nice to see her.

You'll see Kaiya again.

Yeah, she's not
going to forget you.

Straight.

Booms, you fluff, I'll fold.

I fluffed yesterday.

Oh, you're the
best fluffer I know.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Boomer, you were
rostered on in the kitchen.

What, you running the joint
now, are you, Jacqueline?

Hold that thought, Francesca.

- Did you check the roster, Sue?
- No, I just follow Franky.

Come on, let's go.

Oh... Hey. Peanut butter.

That's it. That's
it. That's nice, Dor.

Watch your finger.

Get the fuck off me!

Hey! Ronnie!

We haven't got much time,

so stop struggling, and
let's get this over with.

Fuckin' pussy, Jacqueline.

Now, Francesca, I
do run this prison.

And nobody, especially you,

challenges me and
gets away with it.

All right, Bea.

Do the honors.

Don't make me repeat
myself. I hate repeating myself.

If you'd minded
your own business,

Bea wouldn't have to do this.

Can we just try
and sort this out?

It's just a friggin'
misunderstanding,

- isn't it, Franky?
- Best you sit this one out, Liz.

Do it.

Don't do it, Red.

Call me selfish.

Go and get Jackson. Quick!

How long are we gonna
play this game, Francesca,

till you realize you're
never gonna win?

You'd better be
in bed, Francesca!

You hear me?

Who did this to you?

Come on, Franky. You
have to let me help you.

I want my dad.

I didn't think you were
going to do it, Bea.

There you are.

No, Boomer, stop.

- I'll fuckin' kill her.
- No, no, no.

- That's not gonna help anyone.
- It'll make me feel better.

This is Franky's problem.

- Which makes it mine.
- No, no, let her deal with it.

That's what she'd want.

Yeah? It's all right.

No.

Thanks.

God, you shouldn't have done it.

What was I supposed to do?

Sit tight and hope
that Jacs was bluffing?

I got told it was an
accident. Is that true?

Can I get anything
for you? Can I, um...

Can I do anything?

I'm so glad you
asked them to call me.

You're going to get
through this, Franky.

Now, hold on.

I want to help ya.

You're not on your own anymore.

You can go now.

I don't want to see you again.

And I want you to stop writing.

No, Franky, no.

Ms. Miles, can you
please take him away?

Sorry, sir, you have to go.

Franky, when you're
ready, I'll be here for you.

You're my kid.

I haven't been
your kid in 15 years.

It's not changing now.

Sorry.

Franky?

I didn't want to do that.

But I had no choice. Jacs...
She was threatening my daughter.

I don't give a shit
about your family.

If you're stupid enough
to keep them in your life,

then that's your problem.

You cross me again
and you're dead.

♪ You're like the air ♪

♪ Lips red, cheeks are fair ♪

♪ Girl, you're a
bird floating away ♪

♪ What can I do
to make you stay? ♪

♪ You're like a ghost ♪

- He's great, isn't he?
- Oh, yeah.

Oh, look.

What's going on there? He
needs a bit of dental work.

♪ ...to steal your face ♪

♪ Can't I build
you a safe place? ♪

♪ Who shot the bird down? ♪

♪ Crushed your ribs,
stole your crown? ♪

♪ Buried you deep underground? ♪

♪ You're like the silence ♪

♪ Drifting through
my darkest night ♪

♪ Open my eyes
and you'll be gone ♪

♪ Though I've
waited for so long ♪

♪ You're like a ghost ♪

♪ Nobody knows, nobody knows ♪

♪ Danger comes
to steal your face ♪

♪ Can't I build
you a safe place? ♪

♪ Who shot the bird down? ♪