Wentworth (2013–…): Season 2, Episode 11 - Into the Night - full transcript

- Take care, Liz.
- Yep.

When I get out, you are so dead!

What if she asks
me to hurt people?

Then you got to do it.

I've got a job for you, Maxie.

[Grunts]

Have I backed the wrong horse?

No.

You've got something there.

It's a miracle pill.

It stops the blood.
Makes it thicker.



BEA: So the drugs
stop the bleeding?

You fucking bitch!

For Christ's sake, Fletch!

You should be happy
you're leaving this place.

♪ 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 ♪

[Down-tempo music plays]

[Echoing] Bea? Bea?

Bea, stay with me. Come on.

[Music continues]

Bea, you're in Medical, okay?

- Can you hear me, Bea?
- [Grunts]

ROSE: I'm just gonna
assess your injuries.

- Ambulance has been called?
- Yes, Governor.

Oxygen, please.

- Okay. Keep pressure on her arm.
- [Groans, screams]

FERGUSON: Who did this to you?

Who was it?

BEA: [Moans]

Bea?

Who did this to you?

[Music continues]

[Exhales deeply]

[Mid-tempo music plays]

[Indistinct conversations]

[Hinges squeak, door closes]

[Exhales deeply]

I forgot how being
pregnant makes you fart.

Geez. I was going off
like a rocket last night.

[Chuckles]

I'm farting and vomiting,
sometimes both at the same time.

Hey, Dor, I need you
to call Toni for me again.

- Sure. Okay.
- Cool.

Red.

Oh, a spot at the
big table, huh?

Well, Boomer's not using it.

[Indistinct talking on P.A.]

I heard why she got slotted.

You think I wouldn't find out?

She came at me.
I defended myself.

Why'd she come at you?

She lost her temper.

You know what she was
doing. She was sorting out Liz.

And you're not
gonna get in the way.

No.

Now, what'd you say
that made her so upset?

Does it matter?

Will when she gets out.

I told her, "Boomer,
get off the phone.

Stop the shit with Liz.
If you don't, I'll hurt you."

And she says, "Franky will
have something to say about that."

To which I replied, "I don't
give a fuck what Franky says,

because Franky won't be
running things around here

for much longer anyway."

Oh.

I really needed her
to get off that phone.

So you want to take me
now that Boomer's in the slot?

I don't want to do
anything, Franky.

It's all in your head.

[Down-tempo music plays]

Yeah. Hey, sis. Bea wants to...

Hey, Toni. It's Bea.

Yeah. I was just wondering if
you had that present for me yet.

No. What do you
mean? It has to be today.

I mean, you never said
anything about going away.

Shit.

Hey, listen.

What you're gonna do is you're
gonna go to Standstead House.

Do you know it?

Yeah. Good. And I
want you to give it to Liz.

Yeah, there'll be
more in it for you.

LIZ: Yes, I am able
to work autonomously

without supervision.

Are you a team player? Yes.

I love team environments.

[Chuckles] I spent
seven years in one.

Tell us about your
employment history.

Yes.

Uh, I know it's been...

Well, it's been 18 1/2
years since my last job.

Uh, I stopped work to raise...

my two beautiful children.

[Laughing] Shit.

What was that about?

I need you to call Liz.

Why?

Have you got a problem?

Uh, yeah, I do.

You know what?

By the end of today,

Franky will be gone,
and I'll be running things.

So when I ask you to do
something, you don't ask why.

You just do it, all right?

Now call Liz.

You fuck up her parole,
and I'll never forgive you.

- [Knock on door]
- WOMAN: Liz?

- Yeah?
- Phone call.

Righto.

H-Hello. This is
Elizabeth Birdsworth.

Hey, Liz. It's me. How are you?

Bea! Oh, God. How are you?

Hey, guess what. Guess what.

I saw Sophie, my daughter,
and she knew who I was.

Bea, she is so beautiful.

Hey, um, look.

I-I've got something
coming to you this afternoon.

I-It's a package.

What?

Yeah. It's, uh, it's gonna
be there this afternoon.

I was just wondering if
you were gonna be there.

A package? What...
What kind of package?

It's a surprise, right?

And you're not allowed
to open it until I tell you.

So you gonna be there?

Uh, yeah.

Good, 'cause, um,
it's really special,

and I don't want
it getting pinched.

Bea, this isn't gonna...

This isn't gonna get
me into trouble, is it?

Nah.

- Hey?
- No way.

Just... Just... Just tell me...
Are you gonna be there?

Uh, yeah.

Y-Yeah. Okay.

Good.

Love, is... is
everything all right?

Yeah. Yeah, it's real good.

Just...

Look, I've got...
I've got to fly, Liz.

We'll talk soon.

[Indistinct talking on P.A.]

[Sighs] Shit.

What?

I'm not talking to you.

Oh, I thought you
were saying "shit"

about all the
stupid shit I done.

I say "shit" all
the fucking time

about all the
stupid shit I done.

"Jesus, Kelly."

I thought that was my name
there for a while... Jesus Kelly.

[Laughing] What the fuck?

Sign.

Yep.

Part of it's, I think, I got
an intellectual disability.

[Laughs, coughs]

[Down-tempo music plays]

- All processed?
- Yes.

Do you know her?

Bryant. [Snaps fingers] Hey.

The governor.

Do you know her?

No.

You sure about that?

Yep.

What's going on?

What do you know?

- What?
- About Red.

Bea Smith.

She making a move
on Franky, hmm?

I haven't heard anything.

Well, if you do hear
anything and you don't tell me,

I'm gonna put a knife

across that innocent
little face of yours.

Or we could be friends.

What do you reckon?

JESS: Franky... Come on.

- Maxie!
- Hmm?

Your tits are getting bigger.

Yours aren't.

Come on.

Come on. Time to go to work.

All right, ladies.
This is Kelly Bryant.

Ugh. [Laughs]

Hi, Kelly. I'm Jess.

FLETCH: Bryant, you're in
43. It's the third one down.

Go make yourself comfortable.

Keep going.

I heard a nasty rumor
that today's your last day.

That's correct.

Yeah. That's it. [
Whispering] Listen.

I need you to keep an
eye on her for me, okay?

- She's, um...
- What's wrong with her?

Well, she's nervy
about something.

Anything out of the ordinary,
you let me know, yeah?

Happy to help.

Thanks, Jess.

Hey, Mr. Fletcher?

Have you started
celebrating early?

What do you mean?

I'd have a mint if I was you.

- Mm.
- [Indistinct talking on P.A.]

[Rattling]

Gonna count the minutes
till I get out of this place.

Yeah. So am I.

She's cancer, Will.

She got me, and she'll get you.

So you can be a
self-righteous fuck all you want,

but I'm your future, mate.

[Whirring]

[Hissing]

There you go.

I'm gonna need that shiv.

FRANKY: Red!

More.

[Steam hissing]

Hang around for a minute.

Ferguson's using
you to get at me.

Now, it wouldn't be the first
time a screw's played that game.

But a governor?

That's something else.

I never gave Simmo that gear.

I never even had
a chance to cut it

before the screws
confiscated it.

It was Ferguson.

She gave Simmo a hot shot.

I don't know why, but
that's what happened.

So don't say I didn't
warn you about her.

Smith.

You're wanted in
the governor's office.

I rest my case.

Now.

Morning tea with the governor!

- How cozy!
- Ooh!

Send her our love, Red.

- Will do.
- That's enough, Doyle.

Get back to work, all of you.

- [Knock on door]
- Yes?

[Door opens]

Bea Smith for you, Governor.

Thank you, Ms. Bennett.

You've got to stop
calling me to your office.

- It doesn't look good.
- Take a seat.

Okay.

Doyle. What's the hold-up?

You did engineer Boomer
Jenkins being slotted, yes.

With Boomer put away,
Doyle's all the weaker for it.

You've had three days now,
and you haven't done anything.

When the time's right, I will.

Is that all?

You're not gonna do it, are you?

I said in my own time.

[Door opens, closes]

BOOMER: Give me my airing!

[Thudding]

[Groans]

[Whispering] Puppies,
puppies, puppies.

- Puppies, puppies.
- [Footsteps approaching]

Get me the fucking airing!

[Sobs]

[Indistinct talking on P.A.]

Hey, Boomer.

- [Door closes]
- Hello.

[Gasps] When can
I have my airing?

'Cause I was meant to
have it hours ago, eh?

[Voice breaking]
And I've been trying...

I've been trying
real hard to be good.

Yeah.

You know, thinking
about the puppies

and their soft,
beautiful, shiny coats.

But I think I'm gonna...

Shh. Shh, shh,
shh, shh, shh, shh.

Yeah.

That Bea Smith, she got you
pretty upset the other evening

at the phones, yeah?

Yeah.

What'd she say to you?

It's all right, Booms.
You can talk to me.

Still got Mr. Fletcher's
wankerchief?

No. I gave it back to him.

I seen the way he looks at you.

I bet he goes home at
night and has a big old pull

thinking about his
little sweetie, Jess.

"Oh, fuck, yeah!

Oh, I love you.

I'll stick it up
your fucking bum!"

FRANKY: Booms!

[Mid-tempo music plays]

How the fuck did you get out?

Governor took pity on me, eh?

[Chuckles]

Yeah!

See, Red?

Boomer's out of the slot.

Hello, Bea.

[Indistinct talking on P.A.]

Open your mouth.

Tongue up. Sideways.

Other way.

That'll do. Doreen.

- Hmm?
- This is Kelly.

Doreen's a peer worker.

Hi. How are you?

You're Aboriginal.

You got a problem with that?

Nah.

I'll be in H2 if
you ever need me.

And if I'm not there,
I'll be in the laundry.

Derek, take over for a minute.

Kelly, this way.

So you know the routine
about the count, yeah?

You muster at your cell door.

Or if you're working,
you get counted there.

I imagine it would have
been the same at Blackmoor.

Yeah. I looked up your history.

You were there the
same time as Ferguson.

Twenty-odd years ago,
she was a guard there.

- You remember her, don't you?
- No.

She's got a way about
her that's hard to forget.

Listen, Kelly.

I can help you, okay? I can.

But you need to tell
me what happened.

I'm gonna finish out my time.

Then I'm gone.

I can find the way from here.

[Cart rattling]

JESS: Hello, Mr. Fletcher.

Jess.

I'm really gonna miss
having you around here.

Well, you're part of
a very exclusive club.

- You took my advice.
- Huh?

You smell good enough to eat.

On your way, you.

[Sighs]

All right. First of all, the
issue of accrued leave.

Governor, you
had quite an effect

on the new inmate this morning.

Did I?

Kelly Bryant.

You can't shut her up.

She's talk, talk,
talk, talk, talk.

The governor walks
past, stops talking.

Can't talk. Won't talk.

I thought she was
having a stroke.

It's quite an effect you had.

Thank you,
Mr. Fletcher. Fascinating.

She seems to know you
from your time at Blackmoor.

Did she serve time at Blackmoor?

Same time you were there.

Well, I must have made
an impression, then.

I reckon you must have
scared the shit out of her.

- Mr. Fletcher.
- I aim to scare the shit

out of everyone, Mr. Fletcher.

Now to our business, hmm?

Accrued leave.

[Indistinct talking on P.A.]

Look at her. It's like nothing
even fucking happened.

Here you go.

[Whispering] The garden boxes.

BOOMER: I want
to be the one, eh?

You know the rules.

Just got to be me and her.

Yeah, I know the
rules. I get the rules.

But I've been waiting.

Booms, you'll get your turn.

All right, ladies. All
good. Off to lunch.

Hey.

I've got a job for you.

Follow Maxine.

[Down-tempo music plays]

[Indistinct conversations]

[Music continues]

Hey, Red.

What's going on?

Franky had Maxine
totally sussed, eh?

I could've got you a shiv.

All you had to do was ask.

You gonna try and stick
that in Franky, were you?

Huh? You're fucked!

Let's go talk.

- I don't think so.
- Come on.

Yeah. Copy that.

Screws.

I'm gonna see you after lunch.

WILL: [Speaking indistinctly]

Is everything all
right here, ladies?

Yeah. Good. We're good.

Yeah. It's all good.

Yeah.

See ya, Red.

[Door closes]

[Beep, door unlocks]

- FLETCH: Clear.
- [Door closes]

[Up-tempo music plays]

[Indistinct conversations]

Something's building.

Ah. Over there. Taking bets.

Uh, eight says it's Franky.

- WOMAN: Me too.
- Yeah. Well, I'll have three.

What's the wager, ladies?

Uh, no wager, Mr. Jackson.

Betting's against
regulations, Pierson.

SKY: Yeah. We're not betting.

- What's that, then?
- Cigarettes.

Well, I suggest you pick them
up before I confiscate them.

SKY: Yep. Okay.

What?

FRANKY: There she is.

Saunders.

I'm gonna enjoy watching
you turn back into a man.

I would have anyway with
the stuff you were giving me.

- What was it, chalk dust?
- Nah.

Franky was trying to
help you, you fucking man.

Oh, darling, this one
doesn't care about anyone.

You know what?

Why don't you leave
this to the real women?

It's between me and Bea.

And if you get
involved in any way,

your tits won't have a
chance to drop naturally.

I'll cut 'em off.

I'm terrified.

You should be.

[Beep, door unlocks]

[Indistinct talking on P.A.]

[Exhales deeply, sniffs]

[Rattling]

Hello, Mr. Fletcher.

Hey, Miss Warner.

How's your last day going?

Going.

No good?

- Sad to leave us, I bet.
- Yeah.

I think I'm really
gonna miss the place.

It's funny, that.

Anyone in particular?

I'm really gonna miss
having you around

to make me feel safe.

I've got something for you.

A goodbye present.

I can't accept gifts.

- Rules.
- Yeah, rules.

Maybe you can give me something.

A mint.

Oh! [Laughs]

A mint.

- Yeah.
- Mm.

What'd you think I was saying?

[Rattling]

I'm gonna go clean the showers.

[Water dripping]

JESS: [Breathing heavily]

[Exhales deeply]

JESS: [Laughs softly]

[Up-tempo music plays]

- Oh, yeah.
- Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

JESS: Oh. Yeah. [Laughs]

FLETCH: Shh, shh,
shh, shh, shh. Quiet.

[Music continues]

[Beep, door unlocks]

[Beep, door unlocks]

[Beep, door unlocks]

[Indistinct talking on P.A.]

[Keys jingling]

Yeah. Roger that.

[Beep, door unlocks]

[Music continues]

[Beep]

By all means, feel free to
give Mr. Fletcher a send-off.

Just... do not do it here.

That would be highly irregular.

How has Jenkins settled back in?

LINDA: I think
everything's okay.

- No trouble as far as I know.
- FERGUSON: Keep me updated.

- Will do, Governor.
- Thank you.

MAN: Sierra 1, Sierra 6.

- Sierra 6.
- H4 is clear.

You can return the
women to their unit.

LINDA: Copy that, Sierra 1.

[Keys jingling]

[Music continues]

[Grunting]

[Door clicks]

[Breathing heavily]

Come inside me.

What'd you say?

- What?
- Yeah.

No, no, no, no. No, I can't.

- Yeah.
- No. I can't.

- Why?
- I can't do this.

- Why?
- I can't...

- What's wrong?
- I can't. I'm sorry.

It's not right.

What's wrong?

It's just wrong.

Where's my swipe card?

- What?
- My swipe card.

Where the fuck is it? I
had it when I came in.

What the fuck's going on?
Where's my fucking card?

You... You haven't
got it, have you?

No.

Oh, fuck.

- Give it to me.
- I don't have it.

What's this, some kind of
setup? What... What is all this?

Fucking just give
me my card back!

Give me my fuck...
Give me my fucking card!

You set me up, you fucking slut!

Now give it to me!

You're hurting me, Mr. Fletcher!

Give me the fucking swipe card!

Give it to me!

Fuck!

No!

Why?!

No!

Aah! Why?!

You!

[Breathing heavily]

[Echoing] Mr. Fletcher?

OFFICER ON P.A.:
Sierra 5, Sierra 7.

Are you okay?

[Voice breaking] Mr. Fletcher?

OFFICER ON P.A.:
Sierra 5, this is Sierra 7.

Do you copy?

Just say you lost it.

It must happen all the time.

OFFICER ON P.A.:
Sierra 5, do you copy?

You need help, Mr. Fletcher.

[Footsteps approaching]

OFFICER ON P.A.:
Sierra 5, do you copy?

[Beep, door unlocks]

[Door closes]

[Beep, door unlocks]

What have you done?

I don't think you're
in a position to ask.

[Card rattling]

Sierra 5.

- Thanks.
- Copy.

He's fucked up.

[Up-tempo music plays]

[Music continues]

[Keys jingling]

Have you noticed anything
out of the ordinary today?

With the women.

- With the women.
- Yeah.

Yeah.

Okay. Like what?

Uh... nothing, really.

Like a tension?

Yeah.

Something is going on.

Yeah. I had the
same feeling Tuesday.

Nothing happened on Tuesday.

Yeah.

I am not ordering a lockdown
on the basis of a feeling.

The last time it was
like this, there was a riot.

I know these women.

Well, if you had
actionable intelligence,

of course I'd consider it.

But all you have is
speculation. It's not enough.

Yes, Governor.

Thank you for bringing
it to my attention.

This inmate... Kelly Bryant.

I'd like to talk
to her discreetly.

[Down-tempo music plays]

[Door opens, keys jingling]

Hello, Bryant.

Go on.

[Indistinct conversations]

[Down-tempo music plays]

[Hissing]

Hey, Mr. Bakula?

Could you open the chemicals
cupboard for me, please?

[Music continues]

Fuckin'... Ah.

Reckon you're gonna need
bolt cutters to get in there, eh?

No fighting while
I'm away, ladies.

[Hissing]

[Music continues]

[Grunts]

[Grunts, laughs]

[Laughing]

WOMAN: Oh!

Come on, Bea. Come on!

[Grunts]

Aah! Aah!

Get her, Franky!
Get her! Get her!

[Shouts echoing]

Aah!

BOOMER: Franky! Get her!

SKY: Yeah!

[Grunting]

- [Shouts echoing]
- BOOMER: Yeah.

- [Steam hissing]
- Get her, Franky! Get her!

Get her!

[Laughs]

[Laughs]

Aah!

Aah!

[Screams, grunts]

[Laughing]

You are so fucked now!

[Screams]

Yeah!

Aah!

- No!
- No! No!

No! You can't. You can't.

[Breathing heavily]

Are we done?

Are we done?

Tell them.

Fuckin' tell them.

It's Bea's!

She won.

Fuckin' what?

[Alarm blaring]

[Down-tempo music playing]

[Indistinct talking on P.A.]

[Echoing] Bea?

Bea... Bea, come on.
Stay with me. Come on.

BEA: [Groans]

You think she's stable
enough for transit?

ROSE: She's coming in
and out, but she'll be fine.

[Groans]

Yeah. She was prepared for it.

Uh, Governor, the
ambulance is here.

- You go with her.
- Okay.

Not her wrists.

It's regulation.

Okay. Okay.

Hey, uh, the
ambulance is here, Bea.

We're gonna take you
to the hospital, okay?

Let's go.

[Down-tempo music plays]

WOMAN: Pulse is 90 over
40. It's weak and thready.

Two, three.

Uh, that's her medical file.

Uh, they're defensive
wounds. It was a fight.

Call up to surgery. I
want her in there right now.

WOMAN: We'll need
a central venous line.

[Music continues]

[Indistinct talking on P.A.]

Here.

It's from the mail room.

I want a full audit
of the mail room.

- Find out how they got in there.
- Of course.

Why was Kelly Bryant
sent to isolation?

What?

Governor's orders.

I'm staying back.

Until Will gets
back from hospital.

I thought you couldn't
wait to get out of here.

I could do with the overtime.

MAN: Surgery went well,

but I'd like to keep her here
under observation for a while.

There's an abnormally
high blood-clotting factor

I'd like to investigate further.

But she will be okay?

Oh, yes.

It's probably what
saved her life.

WILL: Okay. Thanks, Doc.

WOMAN ON P.A.:
Paging Dr. Lindsay.

Dr. Lindsay, please
contact Reception.

[Monitor beeping]

WILL: You're in the
hospital. You're okay.

So, Franky got
you pretty good, eh?

Not talking?

Well, you can't
blame me for trying.

Glad you're okay.

BEA: [Exhales deeply]

I'm so thirsty.

I'd love a lemonade.

I'll see what I can do.

[Indistinct talking on P.A.]

I need medical attention.

You're not dying.

First you tell me what happened.

Your crazy bitch came at me

with a pair of
prison-issue box cutters.

I wonder where
she got those from.

Well, you tell me.
It was your weapon.

And you're gonna answer for it.

Attempted murder.

Unless, of course, she dies.

I've got about six witnesses

to say those injuries
were self-inflicted.

- Nice try.
- You know what?

She could have cut me
right there, and she didn't.

Got a knife.

Bang. Right up there.

She did it to herself.

[Mid-tempo music plays]

[Laughs]

[Cellphone chimes]

G'day. You've
reached Will Jackson.

Please leave a message.

[Click, dial tone]

[Indistinct conversations]

[Cellphone ringing]

Governor.

Are you with Smith?

- No. I'm just outside the ward.
- Get back to her now.

Those injuries
were self-inflicted.

What?

Do not leave her side.
You understand me?

[Music continues]

Oh, shit.

Where is she?

The patient!

[Music continues]

[Indistinct conversations]

WOMAN ON P.A.:
Dr. Everland, 3840.

Dr. Everland.

[Music continues]

[Baby crying]

[Man coughing]

[Indistinct talking on P.A.]

[Music builds]

Oh, fuck.

Fuck.

[Music continues]

[Bell chimes]

[Music fades]

[Breathing slowly]

[Siren wailing]

[Music continues]