Wentworth (2013–…): Season 2, Episode 2 - Whatever It Takes - full transcript

FERGUSON: Hold it there.

Slot her.

It's not my fault, I
swear! I didn't tell her!

- And who are you?
- My name's Ms. Ferguson.

But you can call me governor.

- Who's in charge?
- You are.

I read somewhere that you'd been

passed over for
promotion several times.

You just need a mentor.

I'd really appreciate that.

This yard has been
neglected for a very long time.



How would you feel about

turning it into a proper
vegetable garden?

Yeah. When... When can we start?

Now, you remember
Brayden, don't you?

Look, that's him there,
darling. You look at that.

That is Brayden Holt, Jacs' son.

Now, he stuck a needle in
Deb's arm, and he ended her life.

BEA: [Sobbing] I am
stuck in here with nothing.

Then you find a reason
to get up tomorrow.

Just find one.

♪ 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 ♪

Thought you were in the slot.

Got out this morning.

Hey, uh, sorry about the whole

"dunking your head
in the sink" thing.

I heard about Daz.

Hope he catches something
and his dick drops off.

[Snorts]

Uh, Liz said you wanted to see

this stuff I collected
from the papers.

Yeah, yeah, I thought it might
help me process a few things.

Thanks.

It'll cost you.

WILL: Bea.

It's, uh, 9:30.

You've got an
appointment, remember?

OFFICER ON P.A.:
Attention, compound.

The prisoners can
now make their way

to visitors' center
for processing.

You getting back into sketching?

- Yeah.
- It's good to have a hobby.

Yeah.

[Keys jingle, door opens]

This is not a social visit.

I want a divorce. I need
you to sign some stuff.

I gave it to that guard.
Where the hell is he?

Where's Debbie's ashes?

Have you done
anything with them yet?

I've been too busy.

- What about a memorial plaque?
- Work's full on.

Work's more important
than your daughter?

Your husband gave
me these for you to sign.

I'm selling the house.

Don't worry. I'll make
sure you get half.

Can you give us a moment?

[Door opens]

- [Door closes]
- He fancies himself.

- Fancies you too.
- Hmm.

It's just standard stuff.
I'm not trying to rip you off.

Yeah, okay, I'll sign
the papers, Harry.

But it's gonna cost you.

You're gonna get
half my fucking super.

I don't want half
your fucking super.

- You can keep everything.
- Then what do you want?

I want payback for Debbie.

Brayden Holt.

And you're gonna do it.

Do what?

Don't worry, Harry. They
don't record sound in here.

You see, I'd do it
myself, but I'm a bit stuck.

You're the only one
who can get to him.

I'm surprised you
haven't done it already.

You don't think I
haven't thought about it

every fucking day?

So why haven't
you done it, then?

And how would I find him?

Oh, what a shit excuse.

You owe it to Deb to make
him pay for what he did.

So I'm not signing anything.

Not until you do what
needs to be done.

[Beeps]

LIZ: Take it easy. No, no.
Go back to the beginning.

That's all right.
It's all right, mate.

You're getting it.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Calm down, darling.

Take it easy. Pull it through.

That's the way. Good! That's it.

No, Franky, I was watching that!

I haven't seen telly for
two weeks, you know.

Yeah, serves you right, Booms,

for getting busted
with my phone.

LIZ: Oh, that looks really good,

having the tomatoes and the
cucumbers near the compost pile.

Can't bloody do it!

It takes a bit of
patience, darling.

Oh, I'm bummed out, Franky.

I need half or I
reckon I'll go spare.

Tell someone who
gives a shit, Sky.

Yeah, I'll go see Big Tanya
in C Block. She'll sort me out.

Oh, I don't think Big Tanya's
gonna sort anyone out.

I saw her this
morning in medical,

and she was eating
through a straw.

SKY: What?

- Someone bashed her.
- [Laughing] What?

Who bashed her?

Well, apparently she had
a bit of a supply problem,

and she got a little
bit stingy with the gear.

C Block's in lockdown.
Poor Big Tanya.

BEA: So he says
he wants a divorce.

- DOREEN: A divorce?
- The marriage is over anyway.

Well, you did try
to kill him, Bea.

[Laughs]

Oh, I'm sorry. Too
soon? Too soon.

No, look, he might
have been a bastard,

but that stuff can still
mess with your head.

I mean, you come
into a place like this,

you've got kids,
you got a husband.

All of a sudden,
you've got none of it.

Well, you got us.

Yeah, but for how long?

You're not in here
for the next 12 years.

Oh, fuck. Bloody well hope not.

Couple of months.
Couple of months.

- Rub it in, Liz.
- Oh, yeah? We'll see.

Hey, hey. She just
pushed me, Miss Miles.

Yeah, yeah, Birdsworth.

- LIZ: What are you doing?
- Soil's crap.

Well, there's not much
you can do about it.

I reckon they need
raised up garden beds.

- A garden shed?
- And a greenhouse.

That way we can store all
the tools and stuff right there.

And if we had a greenhouse,

we'd be able to
grow veggies all year.

Okay.

Really?

Why not? It's a good idea.

Great!

Well, that's fantastic.

I mean, thanks, Ms. Ferguson.

Oh, Doreen?

I'll need you to do
something for me.

I want you to keep
an eye on Smith.

Bea?

As her peer worker.

I know she's having a hard time.

Just let me know
how she's traveling,

now she's off the sedatives.

Okay.

[Door opens]

This way. This way.

- Hey, Liz? Liz.
- Yeah, Miss Bennett.

We've got a new girl, on
remand. Her name is Su-Yun.

- Su-Yun.
- I'm putting her in H2.

She doesn't speak English,

but can you just keep
an eye on her for me?

Yeah, I'll look after her.

Hi, I'm Liz.

Oh, right.

So you're a long way
from home, aren't you, eh?

Hey, Nurse Spunky.

- Need a hand?
- Just the dirty linen, Franky.

[Slurping]

Oh, sorry, Tanya.

You're gonna have
to finish that up.

You're being
moved to protection.

Can I take that? Thanks.

Great, mate. Yeah, I'm good.

Yeah, hey, I'm
ringing about Nana.

Poor old bird's not
eating properly, eh?

What's he saying? Has he
got any shit? Can he get it?

Come on. Bea,
hey. It's Bea, right?

Yeah? Yeah, I heard about you.

Hey, you holding? I just
need a moggy to tide me over.

- No, you can...
- Bea, what's one moggy?

- I haven't got anything.
- Don't be a selfish bitch, Bea!

Sky, quit bugging
Bea, all right?

No, the fucking bitch
is holding out on me.

- FRANKY: You're fucking joking.
- [Dial tone]

- Hello?
- Franky, how'd you go?

We good, yeah?

Would you get
her out of my face?

It's all yours, Red.

BOOMER: Come on.

[Clears throat]

WOMAN: Washington Automotive.

Oh, hello, it's Tracey Bell here

from VIP Panel
and Paint in Coburg.

My boss was hoping to meet
with your rep, Harry Smith,

to discuss supplying us
with parts, if that's possible.

Sure. How would 1:30 today do?

Yeah, t-today's perfect.

DOREEN: Sky? Sky,
look don't do this, mate.

Let me open the door, eh?

I'm gonna do it, I
swear! I'm gonna do it!

So do it! Quit talking about it!

Yeah.

Sky, honey, just calm down.
You're scaring the new girl.

I don't give a fuck
about the new girl!

- FLETCH: What's going on?
- Oh, Sky's got a shiv.

Look, she says she's
gonna slash up again

if anyone goes in her cell.

FLETCH: Okay, move away, Doreen.

Sky, I'm gonna open the
door and come in there, okay?

You open that door, I'll open
a fucking vein, I swear to God!

Okay. Talk to me, Sky.

What do you want, okay?
I want to help you out.

Oh, I just need something
to take the edge off, Mr. J!

Okay, we'll take you to medical
and have you taken care of.

You'll just put me
in the fucking slot!

- What's going on?
- Oh, it's Sky. She's got a shiv.

Pierson, we're coming
in there, all right?

Now put the shiv
down and face the wall.

Just let me talk to her, okay?

She's probably off
her head on ice, mate.

Hang on.

SKY: Aaah!

WILL: Fuck, she's cutting.

Sky, put it down. Put the
shiv down. Put it down.

- Aaaaah!
- FLETCH: Grab the shiv.

Get the shiv off of her.

WOMAN: Did he spray
her? Did he spray her?

Get the fuck off! Get off me!

FLETCH: You keep carrying on...

Put something on
her wrists. Here.

FLETCH: Pierson, I'll
gas you again, all right!

- Put that around her wrists.
- WOMAN: Oh, my God.

- Put it around her wrists!
- I can't fucking see!

WILL: Let's go. Let's just...

Let's move. Let's move.

Move it. All right, slow.

- ROSE: She's sedated.
- FERGUSON: What happened?

WILL: Ah, she slashed up.

The prisoner has a
history of self-harming.

She'll need to go to hospital,

mainly hesitation wounds,
but one's really deep.

She'll need surgery.

WILL: Ambulance has been called.

Did you gas her?

Well, she was out of
control, wielding a shiv.

I deemed it appropriate to
employ OC spray to subdue her.

The ambulance is here.

Whoa, what are you doing?

You can't cuff her,
not with slashed wrists.

Says who?

It's department protocol, mate.

FLETCH: The prisoner's
leaving the compound.

She needs to be
restrained, mate.

Fletch, you can't
restrain slashed wrists.

You'll travel with the prisoner.
But she's not to be restrained.

Vera, can you organize a
transit permit for Mr. Fletcher?

Yes, Governor.

What's Smith doing there?

WILL: She assisted
with the emergency.

She's waiting to
be escorted back.

I'll do that.

I'll escort you to
the shower block.

You need cleaning up.

I'm informed your
husband visited.

Yeah.

First time in
nearly four months.

I've arranged a session
for you this afternoon

with our consulting
psychiatrist, Dr. Lynch.

Oh, I don't need
to see a shrink.

I don't have much liking for
them either, but it's protocol,

if you want to remain
here in general.

Well, I'd prefer to deal
with things in my own way.

I can understand
that, but rules are rules.

Besides, there's no shame
in asking for help, Smith.

I have asked for
help, Ms. Ferguson.

Excuse me, mate.

Boss around?

Not sure he's out of bed yet.

I'll give him a go.

Hey, you've got a visitor.

[Door opens]

What can I do you for?

You wanted to see me?

You rang my office.

Set up an appointment.

I don't think so,
mate. When was this?

Today.

Why would I set up an
appointment with you?

I work for Washington
Automotives.

We sell car parts.

- Do I know you?
- No.

Might have been someone
in the office who called you.

I'll just check the
appointment book.

When'd you say we called?

- Sometime today.
- Shit, I'm looking at last week.

- [Indistinct talking]
- WOMAN: After you.

Come on, here! Pass it here!

Well, what do you want me
to do about it? It's not my fault.

Shut up, shut up.

- Problem, girls?
- Yeah, where's our gear?

You know where your
gear is. Governor's got it.

And you got our money?

Yeah, well, money's
gone. Shit happens.

I've got the lettuces, the
carrots, and the herbs.

It's gonna be awesome.

You up for another
little earner?

I told you, the
phone was a one-off.

Did you a favor and you
almost fucked it for both of us.

Well, you got to
feed the beast, Miles.

I might have turned a
blind eye to the small stuff,

but if you think I'm gonna
help you get gear in here,

you're deluded.

[Wolf-whistle]

[Women cheering]

Where are you going?!

Keep it in your pants, ladies!

Whoo!

Hello!

Hey. You miss me?

I'm so fucking horny.

- Slip the tongue in, baby!
- Ow!

MAN: Hey, hey, hey.
Calm down, you fellas.

- [Man laughs]
- Whoo!

Anderson.

- [Buzz, gate unlocks]
- Catch you after class.

- Just Anderson, Jenkins.
- Oh, why?!

- Why is she so special?
- I'm sorry.

BOOMER: Oh ho ho!

It's not fair.

These men are
from Walford Prison.

They'll be here for
as long as it takes

to fix up the guard station
and build a greenhouse.

Oh, that was quick.

The governor at Walford agreed
the enterprise had its merits.

And Bea Smith?

- Um...
- How's she doing?

Um, g-good. Yeah, good.

Anderson's in
charge of the project.

All decisions go through her.

All costings for materials
go through my office.

Yes, Governor.

Taylor.

- [Buzz, gate unlocks]
- Yes, Mr. Faulkner?

Anderson, this is Taylor.

He was an apprentice chippie.

So you two sort out
what it is you need,

make a list, and give it to me.

Right?

- Gonna get you help.
- Hi.

Okay?

Just hang on. Here we are.

Hey, come here.

Yeah.

- Hi.
- Hey.

- I need some help.
- What's up?

Well, this is Su-Yun. Korean.

She doesn't speak
a word of English.

She's a newbie. She got
upset when Sky went ape.

Now, I've been trying to calm
her down and nothing is working.

So can you explain to her
that what happened to Sky

isn't gonna happen to her?

[Conversing in Korean]

So, what is she saying?

Kim! Kim?

Holy shit.

Well, what's the matter?

KIM: Said she
banged up six balloons.

Cops found those,

but they didn't get
the two she swallowed.

So how long have
they been in there?

She got sprung at the airport
last night, so about 24 hours.

I'll make her spew them up.

Aah! Aah!

- Hey, Boomer!
- Boomer, what the fuck?!

Boomer! Let her go.
She's traumatized as it is.

They're not gonna
be in her stomach now.

Well, where are they gonna be?

Look, Kim, maybe
you got it wrong, love.

Ask her if she shat
them out. Ask her.

[Speaking Korean]

[Speaking Korean]

So is that a no?

They gave her something so
she couldn't crap on the plane.

So, what do we do?

Well, unless you want to stick
your finger up her ass, we wait.

[Telephone rings]

- HARRY: Yeah?
- It's me.

What do you want?

Did you go there?

[Exhales sharply]

You stupid, dumb bitch.

- Did you see him?
- Yeah, I saw him.

- And?
- And nothing.

What do you mean, nothing?

What I said. Nothing happened.

And don't ever call here again.

- Harry...
- [Dial tone]

Can I please just
make one more call?

Oi, Smith, back of the queue.

Just this one
call, Mr. Fletcher.

Come on. You know the rules.

- But the girls don't mind.
- I do.

Haven't you got to be
somewhere, anyway?

According to the
appointment book,

you've got a 3:30
with Dr. Lynch.

No, I didn't agree to that.

Listen, if you want
to stay out of the slot,

you'd better agree to it.

Look at the time.
Go on. Off you go.

Hey, uh, any word on Pierson?

They're keeping her
overnight for observation.

Thanks for dropping me
in the shit with Ferguson.

Well, you were a bit
heavy-handed, Fletch.

She was armed with a shiv.

Yeah, well, she
was gonna drop it.

First rule of crisis
management... avert the crisis.

Yeah, with reasonable force.

You know there's a reason we
carry capsicum in a can, mate.

It's not to spray on salad.

DOREEN: I want the
herbs along the fence

but over here is where
I want you to start on...

Who do you fancy
in the last at Cranny?

Eh, nothing jumps out at me.

Onto a couple of good things
at the dishlickers tonight, though.

- DOREEN: And this is the shed.
- Right.

Oh ho ho! Look at this.

- Yeah.
- Wow.

Yeah, needs some repairs.

[Chuckles] Obviously.

You got all water damage here,

and I reckon you're gonna
need to replace that whole panel.

Anderson.

What's your... What's
your first name?

Doreen.

Doreen, cool. I'm Nash.

- So?
- What are you in for?

- None of your business.
- Come on, don't be like that.

You could be a bloody
psycho killer for all I know.

I boosted a couple of cars
when I lost me apprenticeship.

- Nothing.
- Oh. So you say.

Look, how long
you reckon it'll take?

Well, I guess it all depends
on how quick the boys work.

And I reckon they might want
to stretch things out a little bit.

What are you grinning about?

What? What? Nothing!

Hey, what's with
you and Ferguson?

Fucking governor's pet.

Ohh! Maybe she likes
a bit of black velvet.

[Laughter]

Something you're
not telling us, Dors?

Piss off!

- Lezzo?
- Shut up.

[Women cheering]

Oi! Hey! Cut it out!

You two! Hey. Cut it out.

You, get back in the kitchen.

- Just gave me a hard on.
- Dreams are free, Franky.

Hey! Drink this.
Come on, drink it.

It's just a bit of
vegetable oil.

Can you hold her head back?

No, it's okay, it's okay.

It's just a bit of
vegetable oil.

Franky, she hasn't got a
clue what you are saying.

FRANKY: Tell her
it's not gonna kill her.

[Speaking Korean]

This is ridiculous! Franky!

Chill the fuck out, Liz.
I'm doing the girl a favor.

By scaring her to death?

No, by helping her get
that shit out of her gut.

It's just a bit of lubricant.
What's the big deal?

Come on, just
drink it a little more.

Aah!

Any desires to self-harm?

- No.
- Harm others?

No.

Have you been
suffering any depression?

Well, I'm in here
for a 12-year stretch.

- What do you reckon?
- What about anger?

What makes you angry, Bea?

Pointless questions.

Well, how would you describe
your current state of mind?

Uhh, I wouldn't.

You're currently going
through a divorce?

Oh, my God, there's
no privacy in here.

DR. LYNCH: How's
that affecting you?

BEA: What, a lack of privacy?

DR. LYNCH: The divorce.
Is it making you angry?

What are your triggers, Bea?

Are you aware of them?

What made you
attack Jacqueline Holt?

What made you
attack your husband?

Those charges were dropped.

Did you often get
angry with him?

Well, Harry was the
angry one, not me.

- What were Harry's triggers?
- What does it matter?

If you knew them and
you kept on triggering them,

that's instructive.

- Oh, you blame the victim?
- Is that how you see yourself?

You know, he'd
blow up in a second...

If I talked during the footy,

if I wasn't listening to him,

if he thought I was
dumping on him,

if... if I implied that
he was a crap father

or... or a lousy husband.

If I made him feel inadequate.

Then, yeah, I guess
that was pretty instructive.

[Telephone rings]

[Line ringing]

- HARRY: Yeah?
- Harry, don't... don't hang up.

What the fuck do you want?

Are you drunk?

What's it to you?

Hey, where were you the
night that Deb was killed, hmm?

Were you out getting
tanked with your mates?

You shut your fat mouth.

You know, the bastard
who killed your little girl

is out there, Harry,
and he's laughing.

He's laughing at you

because you're not man
enough to teach him a lesson.

No, no, no, no. You
shut your fucking gob...

That you're too much
of a gutless coward

to do what any
man in your situation

would have done
already in a heartbeat.

And you know what,
Harry? Brayden Holt knows it.

Shut up!

[Telephone clatters]

[Dial tone]

[Explosion]

- [Explosion]
- [Banging on door]

Open!

Open up!

- [Screaming]
- [Banging continues]

- [Screaming]
- [Banging continues]

- FRANKY: Hey!
- [Gasps] Oh!

Hi.

Any action?

Eh? Oh.

No.

Are you absolutely certain
she didn't take a dump in the bog

while you were
fast a-fucking-sleep?

No, well, you know, the noise
of it would have woken me up.

Oh.

God, after all that oil,

she should be shitting
through the eye of a needle.

She's compacted.

What, you're a proctologist now?

We've got to get her to medical.

And then what?

You tell the screws

she's got a couple of
bags of "H" in her gut?

It's gonna make her
sentence even longer.

I'm trying to
protect the girl, Liz.

Oh, protection. That's
the last thing on your mind.

- Is it?
- Hey...

Do you reckon those blokes'll
be back in the yard today?

WOMAN: Kristy
Kenny filed this report.

Two units were
called to the fire

at a Coburg panel
beating workshop,

VIP Panel, Paint and Electrical,

owned by a
notorious crime family.

The business
owner, Brayden Holt,

son of gangland
identity Vinnie Holt

and deceased crime
matriarch Jacqueline Holt,

returned to find the
premises burning

but was able to
alert the fire brigade

before major damage occurred.

One of the employees
trapped inside

suffered smoke inhalation

and is being treated
at a local hospital.

I went out for a
six-pack of beer,

and I come back to this.

[Tires screech]

[Fire roaring]

[Keys jingling]

One of the guys who
works for me was still inside,

but lucky for him, I
managed to get him out.

BOOMER: Bea.

Bea.

Bea!

Hey, I'm here to collect
what you owe me.

Yeah.

See this?

I need it to look
just like this.

Yeah?

Let's go.

[Indistinct conversations]

Ah. [Clears throat]
Morning, Governor.

Vera.

Everything okay?

Ah, yes.

Rough night with your mother?

You know, I think it's admirable
what you're doing for her,

but you shouldn't forget
to take time out for yourself.

I'm fine.

Why don't we have
a drink after work?

Just the two of
us. Bit of a debrief.

Oh, I, um... The
nurse finishes at 6:00.

Tell her to stay on. She'll
appreciate the overtime.

[Door opens]

[Women laughing]

[Door closes]

[Clears throat]

Oh!

- Shit, you all right?
- Oh, yeah. Fine.

It's just... I'm fine.

Oi, Taylor. Hands off.

No worries, Mr. Faulkner.

Oh, no!

- Oh, poor baby.
- [Squawking weakly]

Oh, wow.

It's so cute.

Buddy.

[Wolf-whistle]

- Hey, ladies!
- [Buzz, gate unlocks]

[Wolf-whistle]

MAN: Hey!

Oh, Boomer, look at you!

[Mid-tempo funk music plays]

[Whistles]

- Show us your lips, baby!
- Oww!

Show us your
tits, girls! Come on!

Love ya, Boom!

Your psychiatrist
report. It's, um...

It's interesting.

Did I pass?

Dr. Lynch seems to feel
that if you had a purpose,

you'd be unlikely to be a
danger to your fellow prisoners,

and I tend to agree.

It's easy to feel
useless in here.

You know, you get up, you eat,

kill time, sleep.

Days, months, years.

I mean, what's
the point of it all?

Punishment?

I prefer the term "correction."

It's a state of mind.

I mean, you can choose to
be weak and unempowered.

Or you can take
control of the situation.

That's easy for you to
say. You're the governor.

A title does not
define who you are.

Actions do that.

HARRY: [Groaning]

I thought the point of
me seeing the shrink

was so I could stay in general.

It was.

That's why it's important for
you to reach your potential,

even in here.

To be in control.

Beats feeling helpless, I guess.

[Groaning]

Do you feel helpless, Smith?

No, I feel determined

to make my time in
here count for something.

I hope it does.

Thought I recognized you.

You're Debbie's old man.

You think I killed her,

and that's why you
fucking torched my place.

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

No! No, no,
please. Please don't.

Eww. Hoo hoo hoo.

I think he shat himself.

[Chuckles]

No, he wouldn't have
the balls to have done that.

[Garage door opens]

[Knock on door]

Come in.

Yes, Vera, can I help you?

Oh, I thought we were, um...

Having a drink, yes.

Come in.

Don't be nervous,
Vera. I don't bite.

[Chuckling] No, I'm not nervous.

- [Glass clinking]
- Vodka and soda okay?

Yeah, it's fine.

I'd make us mojitos,

but I'm fresh out of
mint leaves and lime.

Mm!

Couple of these, I'm not going
to be much use to Mum tonight.

Your mother will be fine.

This is our time, Vera.

You know, I think we're
gonna make a terrific team.

So here is to... Trust.

The basis of teamwork.

And to having someone
who can share the load.

God knows in our
line of business

you need all the
support you can get.

That's true.

- Birdsworth.
- Here.

Pierson.

Good to have you back.

And Lee.

How's she doing?

She's all right.

WILL: All right. Night, ladies.

- Night!
- Night, Mr. J.

[Breathing heavily]

- LIZ: Oh, God.
- FRANKY: Get her into her cell.

So Channing says to the board,

"But I'm G.M.

Surely my recommendation
counts for something."

[Both laugh]

Yeah, I still can't imagine
Fletch as governor.

Yeah.

I'm not sure how he'd
go with, you know,

policy management,
budgets, all that sort of thing.

Not to mention the daily
minutiae of prison bureaucracy.

He'd be lousy at the minutiae.

[Laughs]

He's a big boy, isn't he?

Not much going on
between the ears.

He'd be handy in a riot.

God, I am being
incredibly indiscreet.

You understand this is all
in the strictest confidence.

Yeah, of course.

You know, I'm
saying all this because

I trust you, Vera.

You know, I feel like
I can depend on you.

God! It's good to debrief
with someone, isn't it?

Want another drink?

Mm.

Just one more?

- Come on, let's do it.
- One more.

Yeah.

Oi.

Oi, stay awake. Awake.

The sooner you shit, the
sooner we can get some sleep.

Cut the bitch open, Franky.

Come on, that's
one way to get it out.

Oh, grow up.

Here you go, darling.
It's just some warm water.

- It might make you feel better.
- What is going on?

Nothing, Dor. I don't
want you involved in this.

- Involved in what?
- Su-Yun is not feeling well.

So get her to medical.

It not a problem
medical can fix.

- Liz...
- Dor, just leave it with me.

I'm dealing with it.

Fine, right? Fine.

[Whimpering]

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

[Laughing]

It was awful.

It was the...

It was the worst
moment of my life.

You know I had my suspicions
about you and Mr. Fletcher,

but I had no idea that you'd...

Oh, it's all in the past now.

- Well, what happened?
- Nothing.

Nothing.

Vera!

Hey, what happened to trust?

[Laughs]

I mean, I confided in
you because I trust you.

I'm... I'm not sure I can
effectively mentor you

if that trust isn't
reciprocated.

VERA: Um... No, uh... No.

Never mind.

Um...

There was... I found a...

A journal. Fletcher's journal.

- You were snooping?
- No.

- Yes.
- [Laughs]

So... So, what was
in this... This journal?

Mr. Fletcher's fantasies?

His darkest secrets?

There was some stuff

about him and a
previous governor.

Meg Jackson.

- [Whimpering]
- LIZ: Just breathe, honey.

Oh, she's deliberately
holding on to it.

Bitch is hoarding
the cheese for herself.

You know as well as I
do, if this thing bursts,

she's stuffed.

So tell her to shit it out.

She is trying. Can't you
see she's exhausted?

This has gone on for
too long. I'm getting help.

You do that, you
know what happens.

Oh, what are you
doing this for, Franky?

- Because we need the gear.
- You don't need the gear.

Fuck it. I'm cutting her open.

- Hey!
- Sky!

You cut her, and I'll cut
more than your fucking wrists!

[Laughs]

Franky, get some help!

Help her!

Go and get some help!

Okay.

Okay, darling, it's
okay. Okay, it's all right.

Fuck. Fuck.

[Groans]

Oh, shit.

Ohh!

[Crying] Oh, God, I'm sorry.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry, Su-Yun.

So sorry, so sorry.

I'm sorry, darling.

[Woman singing
operatically in Italian]

[Cellphone rings]

[Beeps]

Speak.

Governor.

It's midnight. This
better be worth it.

I promised you an exclusive.

There's been a death in custody?

Unfortunately, a prisoner
passed away here tonight.

But it was police
ineptitude that killed her.

I know I can count on
you to report the facts.

I don't get how
you could do that.

I wasn't the only one there.

You treated that girl
like a piece of meat.

You're not that person, Franky.

I'm whatever
person I need to be.

When Jacs was alive and
you wanted to take her down,

you got her in the end
'cause you used your smarts.

No. I beat Jacs
'cause Bea killed her.

Oh, you had her
done before that.

FRANKY: Yeah.

Well, there's a difference
between wanting to be top dog

and being it, Liz.

It's not something
you'll ever understand.

Oh, I do understand, darling.

You're a frightened little kid
paddling out of your depth.

You're shit scared.

You've swum out too far

and you're not gonna
make it back to shore.

And do you know what?
I don't reckon you can.

- Is that right?
- You've gone too far, Franky.

I'll go as far as
I fucking have to

and as far as I fucking like.

Now, you remember that
if you don't want to end up

like your little drug mule.

You'd better remember
who you're talking to now, Liz.

Yeah, right.

Go.

[Sobs]

I had... I had an
accident at work.

Look, I came, all right?

Just give me the fucking papers.

I'm done, Bea.

Signed it all.

Divorce, deed to the
house, everything.

I should have known
you wouldn't be up to it.

It's not your fault.

It's just the way you're built.

I'm stronger than you, Harry.

So I'm gonna do it myself.

How're you gonna do that?

There's 12-foot
walls and razor wire

between you and Brayden Holt.

[Beeps]

♪ Playing your heart ♪

♪ Treating you bad ♪

♪ Watching you drown ♪

♪ Watch you fall down ♪

BRAYDEN: who works
for me was still inside,

but lucky for him, I
managed to get him out.

KENNY: Police believe that
the fire was deliberately lit.

Do you think it
was aimed at you?

Why would it be aimed at me?