Wentworth (2013–…): Season 2, Episode 10 - Jail Birds - full transcript

MARGE: It's a miracle
pill. It stops the blood.

Makes it thicker.

I believe these are yours.

These were meant to be posted.

To an ex-governor?

I expect Mr. Channing
felt that was inappropriate.

MAXINE: The governor's
cut off my meds.

I was hoping you
could help me out.

You want this shit
on a regular basis?

Then you're my hench.

I need you to be my eyes
and ears on Franky's crew.



There is a bad stash of
gear coming into the prison.

It's called Pink Dragon.

You have an
informer in your ranks.

- Franky, it was me!
- What?!

It was me.

You have got to be strong.

It's easy for you to say.
You don't even have kids, Liz.

I've... I've got two kids, Dor.

And I stuffed up
with both of them.

♪ 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 ♪



♪ You're catching me out ♪

- ♪ You're calling me in ♪
- ♪ You don't know me ♪

- ♪ You're catching me out ♪
- ♪ When I don't know you ♪

- ♪ You're calling me in ♪
- ♪ You don't know me ♪

- ♪ You're catching me out ♪
- ♪ When I don't know you ♪

- ♪ You're calling me in ♪
- ♪ You don't know me ♪

- ♪ You're catching me out ♪
- ♪ When I don't know you ♪

LIZ: It's taken me seven years,

four months, twenty-two
days to write this letter.

Well, at least finish it.

When I was first sentenced,

I was terrified of what was
waiting for me inside here.

But what's made
Wentworth so hard

wasn't on the inside at all.

It was knowing what I was
missing on the outside...

Being a mother,

watching you grow up,
fall in love for the first time.

Being able to protect
you from danger,

to keep you safe.

But also all the little things,

the normal things that
families do together.

And now the day I've waited
so long for has finally arrived.

And I'm more scared going
out than I was coming in.

[Door opens]

Visitor.

Two minutes. That's all.

Bea.

Look at you.

God. Look at you.

No.

It's my fault.

You did what you had to do.

Why did you ask
to be moved to H2?

Keep an eye on Doreen.

- How's she going?
- She's all right.

Why didn't you tell
me about your kids?

It was easier, Bea.

[Voice breaking] If I
didn't talk about them,

if I didn't think about them,

and if I didn't have
them in here with me...

then they didn't exist.

But they do exist.

Oh, you never stop being a mum.

Doesn't matter where you
are or how long it's been.

You're right.

You're right.

- [Footsteps approaching]
- Come here.

Smith. Time.

You fucking bitch!

FERGUSON: Everything
is finally falling into place.

Change is always
difficult in the beginning.

That's when you meet
the most resistance.

They test your mettle,
hope you'll give up.

But if you stick with it,
they lose their resolve.

Like Doyle.

I think we can quietly
congratulate ourselves.

CHANNING: Okay.
Great. Yeah. We'll talk later.

[Cellphone beeps]

Hello, Joan. Great to see you.

The promotion doesn't come
into effect until next month,

but unofficially I have
started board duties.

I thought you were
overseas on, uh, sabbatical.

Fact-finding mission, actually.

Examining the prison
systems of Scandinavia.

The board want me to explore

where we might be able to
implement some of my findings.

- Which brings you here today.
- Mm.

I'd like to begin

by reviewing some of
the systems in place here.

May I ask why we have
been given the honor?

There's been some
concern over recent incidents.

Such as?

The garden project, for one.

Now, I'm not making
any judgments.

I'm just here to find the facts.

I see. [Claps hands]

Well, let's hope we get
to the bottom of it quickly.

Good.

Oh, I, uh,

I would like to set up an
executive office, if I may.

Of course.

Please let me know if there's
anything else you require.

You know, there is, actually.

I think for the moment
it would be best

if Matt Fletcher's
transfer was put on hold.

I'm not sure that's in
our hands anymore.

I've already taken care of it.

I'll keep you updated.

[Door closes]

[Indistinct talking on
P.A., knock on door]

The transfer's off.

[Exhales deeply]

What did Ferguson say?

Doesn't matter what she says.

It's what I do from
here that counts.

What's that gonna be?

I need concrete evidence

of everything you've been
telling me implicating Ferguson.

And I need official complaints.

Oh. [Chuckles] Should
be no shortage of those.

Not just from prisoners
and not just from you.

I need at least
one other officer.

Might be a big call, mate.
She's pretty intimidating.

Man, if you help me
get rid of Ferguson,

I will recommend to the board

you're her permanent
replacement.

No offense, Derek,

but they didn't warm to
me last time, did they?

I wasn't on the
board then, was I?

[Chuckles]

[Telephone ringing in distance]

[Indistinct talking on P.A.]

RACHEL: I've spoken to
the owner of the restaurant,

and he's agreed to give
you an interview on Monday.

Really?

- Mm.
- [Chuckles]

It's just an interview
at this stage.

Oh, no. That's great.

I've... I've never been
a waitress before.

Yeah.

Well, it... it won't
be front of house.

It'll be in the kitchen.

Oh, like washing dishes.

Oh, that's all
right. No worries.

And just an
interview at this stage.

Yep.

Now, this will be waiting
for you in the discharge area.

It has your banking
details, your debit card,

and the paperwork
for the halfway house.

Yep.

Now, I-I can't stress to
you enough the importance

of abiding by those rules.

They're there to help you.

There are so many girls
who end up back in here

because of silly things,
like breaking curfew

or having a boyfriend
back in their room.

Oh, God. Well,
there's no risk there.

Well, hopefully we'll
have you out of there

as quickly as possible.

Yeah.

And it's so wonderful that
you've made meaningful contact

with your daughter.

Is she meeting you today?

Yeah. They're...
They're all coming.

[Gasps] Oh, that's great.

You'll have so
much to catch up on.

Yeah.

Vera! Come in.

Take a seat.

- How are you?
- Good. Thank you.

- Busy.
- Yeah.

Well... it must have
been hard for you.

Sorry?

Your mother.

Now, that in itself would
have been hard enough,

but everything that's
been going on here...

I-I don't follow.

Vera, you're safe in this room.

What we talk about is
strictly between you and me.

Okay?

Now...

you may have heard that I've
been promoted to the board,

and, uh, we're all very
eager to get to the bottom

of what's been going
on, specifically this, um...

this whole garden fiasco.

My understanding
of the garden project

is that Governor Ferguson
shut down a drug supply.

I don't think the
board sees things

as optimistically as you do.

Now, listen. You
should know this.

They're looking
for her replacement.

And I think it should be you.

If you cooperate.

Cooperate?

Mm.

I'd like you to make
an official statement

about what really
happened in the garden.

As far as I'm aware, I've just
told you what really happened.

Vera.

Come on.

You don't want your record

tarred with the same
brush as hers, do you?

Change is always
difficult at the beginning.

I've been here a very long time,

and I've never seen this
prison run more professionally.

I have to say I'm disappointed.

Because I really thought
that I could count on you.

[Mouse clicking]

And that's it.

Now, I'll speak
to you next week.

But you've got my number.

You can ring me about
anything at any time.

All right. Thanks for
everything, Rachel.

- See ya.
- All right. Good luck, Liz.

See ya. Thank you.

Ms. Sanger.

Mr. Channing.

[Down-tempo music playing]

[Beep, door unlocks]

[Cellphone chimes]

[Music continues]

Can I help you?

I'm looking for my deputy. I
was told she was with you.

You've just missed her.

Clearly.

Thank you.

[Indistinct talking on P.A.]

[Hissing]

What'd they say?

- Seven years.
- Oh, fuck.

Fucking judge gave me
seven more fuckin' years.

So I'll be, what, fuckin'...
forty-fuckin'-three

before I get out of here!

- [Grunts]
- Ladies!

Booms. Miss Miles, I got it.

- Come on.
- [Sobs]

Oh, Booms. Okay.

[Exhales deeply]

That fuckin' nagging bitch.

Yeah, I know.

I'm gonna fuckin' get her.

I'm gonna fuckin'
well make Liz pay.

- Okay.
- Yeah?

Yeah.

[Beep, gate unlocks]

Hey.

Promise me you'll keep
your head down, yeah?

You stay out of
Ferguson's way, okay?

And I'm sorry about
what happened to Maggie.

It was a sweet little bird.

Come on, ladies.

[Exhales deeply]

[Grunts]

[Grunts]

Here. Give us a hug.

- [Sobs]
- It's all right.

It's all right,
darling. It's all right.

[Grunts]

It's all right, love.
You're gonna be all right.

All right? You be right.

[Click, gate unlocks]

Okay? And I'll
come and visit you.

[Voice breaking] Okay.

Stop crying. [
Chuckles] All right?

Love you.

- Bye, Liz!
- Bye!

[Sniffles] Oh, Jesus.

You're making me
cry, you silly buggers.

- It's beautiful, isn't it, eh?
- [Click, gate unlocks]

Thanks, girls.

You don't do anything
I wouldn't do, all right?

[Indistinct shouting]

See ya, girls.

[Down-tempo music playing]

[Beep, gate unlocks]

JESS: Liz!

Oh, Jess.

- See ya, darling.
- I'll miss you.

You'll be right.
You'll be right.

Bye, girls.

Don't make me cry, all right?

Hey, for what it's worth...

It wasn't Jacs that killed Meg.

It was Franky.

What...

Love ya.

[Music continues]

[Beep, gate unlocks]

Thank you, Will.

Look after the girls.

Take care, Liz.

Yep.

[Exhales deeply]

[Birds chirping]

[Gate whirring]

[Sobbing]

Psst.

Hey.

What's up your arse?

Razor fucking wire
to keep you out.

FLETCH: Watch your
language in the library, will you?

- Warner.
- [Sniffles]

What are you doing there?

Nothing, Mr. Fletcher.

[Sobs]

Hey.

- It's clean.
- [Sobs, sniffles]

You got to face
your demons, Jess.

And you can't let the
system beat you down.

Okay?

Come on.

It's time to rejoin
the real world.

[Horn blares]

[Bell chimes]

[Indistinct talking on P.A.]

WOMAN: Okay, shoppers.
Come on down here.

We've got specials all day long.
There's so many types of bags.

Come in and see it.

You can't stand out
there. Come on in.

[Indistinct conversations]

- MAN: Cheers, mate. Cheers.
- WOMAN: [Laughs]

[Bell clanging,
indistinct talking on P.A.]

- Are you gonna go ahead?
- Oh, no way.

No drugs. No
alcohol. No excuses.

Any alcohol in your
room is a breach of parole.

There's no cooking in your room,
no loud music, and no visitors.

Curfew is at 10:00 p.m...
Not 10:15, not 10:05...

10:00.

If you are late, you'll
find the front door locked.

Failure to meet curfew
is a breach of parole.

[Man, woman
shouting in distance]

Keep your door
locked at all times,

especially when you're in.

Any questions?

No.

Thanks.

Right.

[Keys jingling]

[Shouting continues]

JESS: I wonder what
she's doing right now.

Mmm.

Can you imagine
your first day out?

Oh, I'd have a huge steak.

Mmm. And some radishes.

- What?
- [Laughs]

I know it's weird,

but I've been craving
them all week, true.

You know the first thing I'd do?

I'd run a long, hot bath,
and I'd just soak for days

and wash the stink of
this place out of my hair.

DOREEN: It'd be
nice to see something

that didn't have barbed
wire attached to it, eh?

Yeah. And just open a window
and breathe in some fresh air.

DOREEN: Oh, that'd be so good.

- [Women laugh]
- Oh, give me a break.

[Sighs]

[Indistinct conversations]

Hey.

He's gonna do it.

Who?

Me Uncle Norm.

He's gonna bash
the shit out of Liz.

Right. He owes me a favor.

I just got to find
out where she is.

- Can you guys go?
- Sure.

Booms.

Don't... Don't... Don't
you try and stop me, okay?

I'm not.

I'm just telling you to
be careful on the phones.

Don't be overt.

Eh?

Talk in code, yeah?

I'm not stupid!

- I'm know you're not. Shh!
- FLETCH: Doyle!

My main concern

is that you were exposed to
an unacceptable level of danger.

As opposed to an
acceptable level?

In a way, yes.

[Sighs]

You were nearly raped
under Ferguson's watch.

Oh, so you raced down
here to see if I was all right.

I just want to make sure
it never happens again.

With your help.

With my help?

Mm-hmm.

You confiscated and
read my private mail.

- Now you want my help.
- That was a different matter.

[Chuckles]

In this place,
everything's connected.

Wouldn't you like to see
a change of management?

Tell me... Did they turn you on?

What?

My letters to Erica.

Did they turn you on?

Did you imagine us together?

What I'd do to her?

What she'd do to me?

Was I even in the picture
or was it just the two of you?

Maybe it was all three.

Fuck you.

If you write out an
official complaint

about what happened
in the garden,

I might be able to help
you with the assault charge.

Might be able to help? You
have to do better than that.

Okay.

I'll provide you with a
glowing character reference.

I mean, they don't come
much better than that, do they?

From the regional general
manager of corrections.

So what did Ferguson do to you?

I just want to
run a safe prison.

Oh.

Okay.

Well, you're not
getting jack shit from me

until I see that
character reference.

I can give you a hell of
a lot more on Ferguson

than what happened
in the garden.

Get writing.

[Door closes]

[Indistinct conversations]

[Whispering] Boomer's
going after Liz.

- She's gonna have her bashed.
- How?

Boomer's uncle.

[Whispering] Shit.

Do you know when?

She doesn't know
where Liz is staying.

But once she gets the address,
she's not gonna mess about.

You let me know if
you hear anything.

[Birds chirping]

[Hinge squeaks]

WOMAN: I'll take them.

Hi.

I-I'm... I'm Liz.

I know.

I'm Kay.

Hi, Kay.

Uh, these are for
Sophie and Artie.

I, um, wanted them
to have these letters.

They're j-just a, um... Uh...

It seems a bit strange that
you never wrote in all that time

and now you do.

Well, I-I'm out now.

Just...

It could be a little
confusing for them.

That's all.

I-I guess it would be, yeah.

It's not my place to tell you
what you can and can't do.

But when you...
did what you did...

and then disappeared
from their lives,

the children were broken.

Took them a very
long time to get over it.

I just don't want to
see them get hurt again.

I understand.

Here. I'll make
sure they get them.

No. It's okay.

I'll... Yeah.

[Telephone ringing]

- [Ringing continues]
- MAN: Fucking phone!

Ring, ring! Ring,
ring! Ring, ring!

Someone answer
the fucking phone!

She's not answering.

Try again.

Come on, ladies.
Phones are closed.

- Shit.
- We have to just make this call.

- It's closed.
- We have minutes.

No. Come on. Let's
go. You know the rules.

- Yep.
- Hey.

Hey.

I, uh... I, uh, I can't
get Liz's address

'cause that bitch Sanger or
whatever won't give it to me.

Oh, Jesus, Booms.

You asked a fucking
parole officer?

It's not exactly keeping
it on the down-low, is it?

Yeah. I didn't tell
her what it was for.

Well, thank fuck
for small miracles.

This is exactly what I
was telling you about.

- Don't leave a trail.
- Yeah. All right already!

All right. I'm...
I'm... I'm pissed off!

Yeah, I know, but you don't want
to get more time because of it.

Maybe you should
just leave it for now.

No way!

I'm just saying your
head's not fucking in it.

No! I am the one
who got seven years!

And it wasn't even my gear!

I'm...

I am gonna get her.

But, uh... But I-I
need your help.

[Bell chimes]

[Indistinct talking in distance]

- [Gasps, screams]
- Shut up!

Shut up!

Shut the fuck up!

Okay.

Is this it?!

Y-Yes.

Next time, there'd
better be more.

Huh?!

[Exhales deeply]

[Laughing]

[Door opens]

Oh, God.

[Breathing heavily
] You... Fuck you.

[Voice breaking]
Fuck you. Fuck you.

Fuck you.

[Sobs]

Fuck you.

Wentworth's own cliterati.

Minus the martinis.

[Laughs]

- Booms.
- Yo.

What's this?

[Gasps] You got it?

- FRANKY: Just be careful, yeah?
- BOOMER: Fucking excellent!

- Just be careful, yeah?
- Yeah.

- Boomer.
- Yeah.

I'm sorry you got seven years.

Governor. You wanted to see me?

Ah, Ms. Sanger. Come on through.

Close the door.

And please take a seat.

Now I, uh, don't want to discuss

your private relationship
with Mr. Channing.

That's your business.

But as governor of this prison,

I would like to know

just why you were sharing
parolees' files with him.

- I'm sorry. W...
- Am I mistaken?

No, but it's... It's
not like that at...

Like what?

Well, Mr. Channing works
with me to help parolees.

He uses his contacts to
help organize job interviews,

and he... He gives
references for housing.

The regional GM of corrections
writes references for parolees?

Well, no, not all parolees.

Just the ones that
need it the most.

Um, the ones without
family or support

who end up in halfway houses.

He... He has been a tremendous
support to some of the girls.

Well, I was not aware of the
extent of his generous spirit.

Thank you for clearing that up.

And w-will that be all?

Thank you.

[Grunting, breathing heavily]

Boomer's got Liz's address.

Oh, shit!

- Did you manage to warn her?
- No.

I couldn't get hold of her.

We've got to stop Boomer
from getting to the phones.

Where is she now?

What the fuck?

[Knocking]

Hello?

[Thudding]

Hello?!

Hey! Somebody!

Thank you. No. No message.

[Door opens]

This is the last of the parolees
processed by Rachel Sanger.

Can I ask what your concern is?

Is there anything wrong with
Channing helping parolees?

Just close the door.

Tell me what you
see with these forms.

Do you see any pattern?

They're all reoffenders.

70% of parolees are
reoffenders. Just look closer.

They were all paroled at
the same halfway house.

Standstead.

Come over here. Have a look at
these and tell me what you see.

I mean, look at...
Look at the photos.

You notice anything?

They're all... quite attractive.

And young.

So?

These five were billeted
to Standstead House

but with no family, no support.

And they all left
within one week

without giving a
forwarding address.

They're effectively missing.

[Birds chirping]

[Down-tempo music plays]

WOMAN: Hello?

Yeah. I'm on my way now.

I'll be probably
like 20 minutes.

Yeah. Uh, I don't know.

I think it'll hold up a bit.

Bye.

- Don't you look gorgeous.
- Do you reckon?

- It looks beautiful, darling.
- I've got to go.

The train's in like 20 minutes.

- Gonna be late, do you think?
- I don't know.

I've got to go. Bye.

[Music continues]

BOOMER: Hello?

- Is anyone out there?
- [Chuckles]

[Knocking]

[Thudding]

I'm in the fridge!

Ah.

[Laughing] Oh!

Who the fuck
locked me in there?!

I don't know. Jesus. [Laughs]

It's not funny! Me
nips are frozen solid.

Look!

What happened?

I don't know, do I?

Oh, what time is it?

She... Are the phones still on?

Oh, fuck. Cheers,
dickhead. Got to go.

[Breathing heavily]

Hey, Booms.

- Can I please cut in?
- No.

Oh, come on, mate.
It's a really important call.

Piss off, all right? Hurry up!

Give me a minute.

You know, Boomer,

I haven't forgotten about
everything you've done to me.

You'd better forget, eh?

Hey, watch it!

Yo u watch it!

You know, I'm
gonna take you down.

You and your pimp bitch
Franky. Yeah, you guys are over.

[Chuckles] Whatever.

[Laughs]

Hey, who are you
calling, Boomer?

Daz? Yeah.

Oh, no. That's right.

He's nuts-deep in
your sister, yeah?

[Laughs]

But I guess that
makes sense, right?

She was always the skinny one.

Bitch. [Grunts]

Come on. Come on.

WOMAN: Oh!

- [Grunts]
- [Laughter]

Are you all right? Here.
Let me give you a hand.

Whoo!

- Jenkins! That's it!
- Aah!

- Come on! That's enough!
- Let go of me!

- WOMAN: Aw! Come on!
- [Grunts]

- WILL: Jesus.
- Let go!

Right. I'd say
you're in the slot.

She started it!

I didn't do anything, mate.
She's just out of control.

Oh, you're gone!

When I get out, you are so dead!

- [Laughter]
- Dead!

You hear me?!

Dead! Dead!

[Horn blares, bell clanging]

[Up-tempo music playing,
women screaming, laughing]

[Indistinct conversations]

Yeah, can we get, um...

Oh, actually, can
we get four drinks?

Four drinks.

These girls are thirsty.

Bryce is... Bryce will get us...

SOPHIE: Bryce is
getting us drinks, eh?

Vodka and raspberry.

WOMAN: What's your name again?

Here you go. Rib eye, well done.

Oh, my God.

Thank you.

[Music continues]

Keep the change.

[Laughs]

Oh. Thank you.

MAN: Shots.

- Shots, shots, shots, shots!
- Shots, shots, shots, shots!

- Go.
- Go.

Mm!

MAN: Three, two, one.

Cheers! [Laughs]

[Indistinct conversations]

Mr. Fletcher.

Jess.

I just wanted to say thank you.

You know, for looking out
for me when I was upset.

And I wanted to
give your hanky back.

Good night, Jess.

Good night, Mr. Fletcher.

[Keys jingling]

[Mid-tempo music playing]

[Women laughing]

WOMAN: Sophie, no! She didn't!

- She did!
- Oh! [Laughs]

God knows.

Oh. She's such a slut.

- [Laughs]
- Oh.

So, Bryce is hot.

SOPHIE: Mm, sort of.

You gonna go with him?

- I don't know.
- Yeah.

Well, if you keep
drinking like that,

you're gonna spew all over him.

- Shut up.
- [Laughs] I mean it, Soph.

I mean, you know
you can't handle shots.

SOPHIE: It just makes
it easier, you know?

Yeah, what?

To talk to them.

[Both laugh]

WOMAN: You! You're an idiot.

[Both laugh]

MAN: Look what I've got! Hey!

- More shots.
- Yes!

Good. Good idea.

MAN: All right. This is for you.

SOPHIE: Yeah. All right.

MAN: [Grunts]

- Sophie!
- We are going for a walk.

No!

- MAN: We're off for a walk.
- WOMAN: I'm gonna say goodbye.

- Call me, okay?
- Mm-hmm.

Let's go. [Laughs]

- All right!
- Here you go.

[Chuckles]

[Indistinct
conversations, laughter]

[Bell clanging]

[Horn blares]

[Breathing heavily
] Please. Stop.

Get... Get off!

Don't.

[Bell clanging]

- LIZ: Hey!
- Get off.

Get off her!

- Fuck!
- You little mongrel!

Come on, darling.
Come on. Come on.

- It's okay, love.
- Who are you?

It doesn't matter who I am.

Fuckin' old moll!

LIZ: Okay. You're
right, darling.

You're right. Okay. You
just... Come here, darling.

Hey.

14 Errington
Street, Williamstown.

Is 50 enough?

- Mm.
- No?

Here's another 50
for your help, okay?

- Thank you.
- Right. Thank you.

Let's get you in, huh?

That's the girl.
Watch your head.

There we are.

Good girl. That's it.

That's the way.

That's the way.

Mum?

Soph.

Mum?

[Bell clanging]

WOMAN: I'm telling you,

I don't know what
you're talking about.

I don't know anything.

[Wood creaking]

- [Gasps]
- Where you been, huh?

You missed curfew,
and that's gonna cost you.

If you ever come near
me again, or anyone...

I'm going to cut off your balls.

Do you understand?

- [Grunts]
- Hey?

And have a shower,
for God's sake!

I found out where
those missing girls went.

And I'm not sure the parole
board would be happy about it.

[Indistinct conversations]

[Beep, door unlocks]

Perhaps we should swap offices,

seeing you like
this one so much.

Apologies for the intrusion.

I won't take much of your time.

How's your investigation going?

Any success?

Well, to be honest, I'm
shocked by what I've discovered.

- Really?
- Mm.

Yeah.

Attempted rape, violent assault,
drug conduit, and a pregnancy.

All under your watch.

I have witness statements here

that outline a
litany of failure.

[Chuckles]

I'm sorry, Joan.

But... it just
doesn't look good.

- In there?
- Mm-hmm.

I'm sorry.

I thought that was the file
that you kept on parolees.

What?

The young women at
Standstead Halfway House.

And your point is?

My point is that you have
been recruiting ex-prisoners

to work in a brothel.

[Chuckles]

Only a sick mind would
come up with that bullshit.

Well, I agree.

Accessing vulnerable women
when they're released from prison,

coercing them into
prostitution is pretty sick.

You don't have a
skerrick of proof,

and if you repeat
that accusation,

I swear I will
make you pay for it.

You are the
co-owner of a brothel.

Is that not correct?

Under the company
name J.R. Entertainment?

It's where we found several
of the parolees working.

You are a registered
director of that company.

What the fuck do you want?

Hmm?

What, you want... you want...

You want me to resign?

You want my place
on the board. Is that it?

[Inhales deeply]

No.

No?

No.

I think it will be most
productive for me

to have a sympathetic
ear in that quarter.

Don't you agree?

[Beep, gate unlocks]

FLETCH: Hey, Derek.

Where you going, mate? I
thought we had a meeting.

I've got to be somewhere.

Right. What's happening?

We're gonna have to
delay things for a while.

What things exactly?

All of it. Just for a while.

Why?

- The board wants to wait.
- Well, how long?

The plan was to have
Ferguson out by next week.

I don't know. It could be a
couple of months, all right?

What about my transfer, then?

She got to you, didn't she?

- She fucking got to you!
- For Christ's sake, Fletch!

Man up!

You should be happy
you're leaving this place.

[Mid-tempo introduction plays]

Fuck!

♪ Day after day ♪

♪ We're wishing our
lives would change ♪

♪ As long as you
say it's all right ♪

♪ It's all right with me ♪

♪ Did we promise too much? ♪

♪ More than enough? ♪

♪ I never thought it'd be easy ♪

♪ But not hard like this ♪