Wentworth (2013–…): Season 2, Episode 3 - Boys in the Yard - full transcript

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WOMAN: Hello!

Keep it in your pants, ladies.

[Women cheering]

- Doreen.
- Doreen, cool.

I'm Nash.

- Who's in charge?
- You are.

- And who runs the place?
- You do.

Sky, put it down.
Put the shiv down.

Aaaaah!

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.

You're a good woman, Simmo.

I'm Brayden. Brayden Holt.

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

- She was better off dead.
- BEA: [Screams]

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

KENNY: Police believe that
the fire was deliberately lit.

Do you think it
was aimed at you?

Why would it be aimed at me?

I'm gonna kill the fucker.

♪ 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 ♪

Here!

[Grunts]

WOMAN: Fucking bitch!

What's going on there?

I've never seen it
this bad. Look at them.

They're going crazy.

That's 'cause Ferguson's
halved their methadone.

What?

Where've you been, under a rock?

Yeah, a rock called Nash.

[Snorts]

What do you reckon
Ferguson's after?

Chaos.

OFFICER: All right, come
on, that's enough! Get off her!

OFFICER ON P.A.: Attention
compound. Attention, compound.

Recreation period is over.

All prisoners must
leave the exercise yard.

Prisoners must leave
the exercise yard.

BEA: Oh, she'll give
her solitary for that.

LIZ: Yeah, but she's not
a bad artist for a junkie.

- BEA: Oh, stop it!
- LIZ: It looks all right.

- How old is she?
- Oh, shit.

[Beep, gate unlocks]

[Gate slams]

What do you want?

Oh, I live here now.

[Exhales sharply]

Someone's got a
warped sense of humor.

- Simmo, about Jacs...
- What?

You didn't mean to kill her.

You saved Vinnie Holt a
shitload on the divorce settlement,

I'll give you that.

So...

You stay out of my
face, and we're okay.

Forgive and forget, right?

- [Exhales sharply]
- Hey-hey.

Hey. Great to see you.

SIMMO: Yeah.

What are you doing?

- LIZ: Cell toss.
- FRANKY: Oh, what the fuck?!

Stay out till I'm done, yeah?

Sorry, boss.

I didn't give Sky
permission to fucking graffiti.

We need permission
to fart now, do we?

- So where is she now?
- I don't know.

- [Footsteps]
- Where's Sky?

Probably chasing
the dragon, I'll bet.

How's that? We're in the
middle of a fucking drought.

Yeah, well, Simmo's
back, isn't she?

Simmo's back?

- Yeah.
- Fuck.

Hey, Simmo! Welcome
back, mate. How you been?

- What do you want, Sky?
- Oh, nothing.

Hey, are you holding?
I can pay straight up.

Yeah, you know me, eh?

Fuck me! You having a party?

- No.
- No?

What'd I tell you about
your stupid drawings?

Huh?

They're tossing our cells
'cause of your graffiti in the yard.

Oh, shit. Fuck.

FRANKY: Yeah, "shit's" right.

So, what are you doing in here?

Oh, nothing. Just, you know...

- BOOMER: [Laughing]
- No, nothing.

Sure as shit doesn't
look like nothing.

Get out.

- Fucking nob.
- Ow!

You two keen to hang around?

Didn't think so.

So much for loyalty, eh?

I heard you glassed some
bitch your old man was screwing.

Shit happens.

Probably just easier
to glass your old man

than every chick he bangs.

[Laughing] I reckon.

Hope you're not looking to
start up a business in here.

No.

No, I'm just keeping my head
down and doing my time easy.

Yeah?

'Cause Sky, she's got a nose
for smack like a bloodhound.

And I don't think she was
in here for the conversation.

Franky, I got nothing.

So you won't mind
me checking, then.

Huh? Call it quality control.

Did nothing for me.

- Well...
- [Water runs, stops]

Don't let me catch you dealing,
and I won't have to do it again.

[Paper towel dispenses]

[Indistinct talking on P.A.]

Wait here, wait here.

- Governor.
- Come in.

We've completed the search.

Found the usual... cash,
mags, smokes, but no spray can.

Anderson's here to
see you, as requested.

Yeah. Oh, just a moment.

Just shut the door.

Come closer. Don't
make me shout.

You should know that, uh,

a written report has been made

concerning your breach
of conduct the other day.

What breach?

Inappropriate use
of capsicum spray.

What?

I'd have preferred to ignore
it, but now that it's in writing,

it will have to be lodged
with the governing body.

It's, uh... It's unfortunate.

So who wrote this report?

You know I'm not
at liberty to say,

but you're well
within your rights

to speak to the
governing body yourself.

Well, I think I know who.

I'll let you know if I hear
anything further on the matter.

Just send in Anderson.

Don't bother sitting.
This'll be brief.

Were you in the exercise
yard this morning?

- Uh, yeah.
- Good.

So you saw what happened?

That government
property was vandalized.

- Yes?
- Yeah.

Good. I need to know who it was.

I don't know.

I think we just
established that you do.

Yeah, but I-I didn't see...

I gave you the garden
project as a privilege,

with the understanding that
good behavior would be rewarded.

If you're not gonna work with
me, Anderson, I'm very sorry,

I'll be forced to reconsider
those garden privileges.

So I'm going to ask you again.

Who was responsible
for the graffiti in the yard?

I will give you 24 hours

to try and remember
just what you saw.

- [Indistinct conversations]
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

[Women laughing]

- Isn't his name Benny?
- No.

- Or Barry.
- That's terrible.

BOOMER: No,
it's good, it's good.

FRANKY: Watch that shit.

BOOMER: No, you
should watch that.

- Ooh!
- What's up?

'Cause of this idiot...

Ferguson's threatened
to shut down the garden.

Oh, calm down,
princess. It'll blow over.

Bullshit.

She's holding me
responsible, Franky.

Yeah, welcome to my world.

[Indistinct conversations]

Bees around the honey pot.

Unbelievable.

[Woman laughs]

I know. Would you believe?

Cover me.

Okay.

What's going on?

BOOMER: Hey, Miss Miles?

- Check this out.
- Ugh.

Look at that. I know.

I know. It's ripe.

You miss the cooking
in here, Simmo?

BOOMER: Yeah, I don't
think I should eat that, do you?

Hey.

[Indistinct conversations]

[Groans]

Ohh.

I think you better give it a go.

Shh.

Hey, you're not fooling me.

If you're not holding
now, you will be.

- I got nothing, Franky.
- Bullshit.

The Holts think that they
can replace Jacs with you

and it's business as usual.

So who's bringing it in? Hmm?

Keeping it in the family?

Is it Brayden?

No one, I swear.

[Groans]

I'm not warning you again.

[Groans]

Enjoy your lunch.

Bea.

Who has just a roll
and tomato sauce?

You. Right now. Go.

[Knocks]

Hey. Are you okay?

What do you think?

I think Franky's out of control.

Her days as top
dog are numbered.

What are you gonna do?

Whatever I damn well want.
I got backup on the outside.

Hey, I was thinking
about what you said.

Forgiving and forgetting.

I was thinking about Brayden.

About the pain I
must have caused by...

taking his mum from him.

I know what it's like to have
someone you love taken from you.

I wanted to apologize to him.

Yeah. Good luck with that.

[Mid-tempo rock music plays]

Dor, stop looking at him.

Ooh! Go for it, Dor.

[Beep, gate unlocks]

Boss.

[Gate closes]

Will, you got a second?

- MAN: Ladies.
- FRANKY: Hello.

- You come here often?
- What do you reckon, mate?

Did you make an
official complaint

about what happened with Sky?

- No.
- Someone did.

Well, no.

Ferguson asked me to
write an incident report,

but that was it.

So you did write a report

As far as I know, it's internal.

Oh! That's fantastic.

Fletch.

[Laughs] Really?

FRANKY: What's
going on with those two?

Maybe I got to get in
on this gardening caper.

Reckon there's
opportunities to be had.

Sure.

Move along, ladies.

See ya later.

Sir.

[Laughs]

Bitch is onto me, so
we've got to strike first.

You sure you can
get the gear in?

Yeah. It's all organized.

Brayden will be
paying me regular visits.

But we've got to get
Franky out of the way first,

or she'll keep coming.

MEGAN: How?

She's a hothead.

If I get her angry,
she'll come after me.

We can use Sky to
tell her when I'm alone.

Only I won't be.

All right, I'm in.

Me too.

Cool.

[Snapping fingers]

Hey, Miss B. Just
here to get my books.

VERA: In the
trolley, over there.

Thank you.

Hey, Red, what
are you doing here?

Fuck!

I'm sorry, Franky.
My cue slipped.

VERA: Ah, Slater,
you're off the table.

SIMMO: What? It was
an accident, Miss Bennett.

I don't care. Back
to your unit now. Go.

You two, go.

I'm so sorry.

[Slapping]

- Hey.
- Where's the spray can?

Huh?

Where's the spray can?

[Slurring] Spray can...

[Giggling]

Here.

- You're pinned.
- Nah.

I'm just... Just tired, eh?

Bullshit.

Where'd you get it?
Did you get it off Simmo?

- Huh?
- Was it Simmo?

- Yeah, it was...
- Oh, fuck.

- It was just a little bit.
- Okay.

Booms. Get in here.

No, Franky, please. No,
I won't go to her again.

- Come in and close the door.
- No, don't make her hurt me.

Oh, fuck. Please, Franky.

Say cheese, dickhead. [Laughs]

[Screams and groans echoing]

[Cheers and applause]

What have they won?

Oi. Simmo.

OFFICER: After you.

What happened to you?

Franky pinged me
on the bloody gear.

I told you to be careful,
you silly little moll!

Nah, listen.

I know how you can
get that bitch, eh?

She always studies in
the ed center after dinner.

Alone.

No Boomer. Huh?

Whatever.

All right.

LINDA: What's wrong with you?

[Woman speaking indistinctly]

Don't do this, Simmo.
You can't trust Sky.

You know she's with Franky.

She's a junkie. She's anybody's
as long as they've got the gear.

And I'm the only
one with access.

LINDA: Smith!

What are you doing?
Job's not finished.

Whole section here.

I believe this is
yours, Ms. Jago.

You can come with me now.

SIMMO: Roz.

Megan?

FRANKY: Simmo.

You've come to join my
study group, have you?

Hi.

- You set me up.
- SKY: Yeah.

[Laughs]

SIMMO: Come on.

Ah. [Laughs]

[Groans]

- [Bang]
- [Groans]

Get her between the shelves.

[Grunting]

You seem to like
eight balls, Simmo.

[Laughing] Yeah.

You up for a game now?

[Panting]

OFFICER ON P.A.: Attention,
compound. Attention, compound.

All prisoners
return to their units.

Count will commence
in 15 minutes.

- Come on, we got to go.
- FRANKY: Booms?

- Yeah?
- I want you to finish the job.

[Exhales sharply]

- What?
- Kneecap her.

They'll put her in protection.
She won't be back.

She won't be a pain in the ass.

No.

No. She... Well, look,
she's... She's almost out cold.

I mean, it'd be a bit dirty.

I don't care, Boomer.
I'm not fucking around.

I want her out of
here permanently.

I want you to use this.

Oh, fuck.

[Laughs]

That's hardcore.

Just do it quick. Get back
before the count, hey?

[Door opens]

[Indistinct talking over radio]

- Where's Simmo?
- Piss off.

You'd better tell me, because
I think she's been set up.

[Running footsteps]

- WILL: Whoa!
- Sorry, Mr. Jackson.

Where are you going?
Didn't you hear the call?

Yeah, I was just
off to get Simmo.

Okay, you stay here.
I'll get her. Where is she?

She's, um... She's
in the shower block.

Yeah, it's... it's a...

girl thing.

Okay.

You've got five minutes. Run.

BOOMER: Mm...

Boomer, Boomer!
Don't do it, Boomer!

Oh, shit!

[Laughing] Fuck, you scared me.

Boomer, she's had enough.

Oh, piss off. She
deserves it, all right?

Boomer... You
don't believe that.

You don't have to do everything

that Franky tells
you, all right?

Yeah, I do.

You just tell her that
Mr. Jackson came

and you had to run.

All right? You just
tell her anything.

Just don't do this.

OFFICER ON P.A.: Count
commencing in five minutes.

BEA: You can still make
the call if you go now.

Yeah?

Oh, shit.

Simmo. Simmo, it's Bea.

SIMMO: [Groaning]

Here, come on. Let's get you up.

SIMMO: [Groaning]

OFFICER: Sierra Four,
call in your count please.

Sierra Four reporting, please.

Oi!

Is your radio down?

- Where the hell is everyone?
- Look...

Will!

Just... Just give me
one minute, please.

What the fuck?!

Just give me one
minute. Don't call it in yet.

Have you lost your head?
You got to raise the alarm, mate.

Will!

Will!

Jesus Christ.

WILL: What happened?

BEA: I just found her like this.

Sierra Five, will
you please confirm.

Do you have an
eyeball on Sierra Four?

Sierra Five, do you have
an eyeball on Sierra Four?

[Footsteps]

What's going on?

Where are the
prisoners from this unit?

Flet... Mr. Fletcher?

I don't know.

WILL: Sierra Three,
we have a Code Black.

I repeat, Code Black.

I'm escorting Slater to medical.

[Sighs]

This is your last chance
to tell me something

that vaguely
resembles the truth.

I told you, I didn't
see who hit me.

You told Mr. Jackson
that Slater was sick,

which leads me to believe
that, at the very least,

you knew an attack was imminent.

No, no.

No, Simmo said she
was feeling unwell,

so I went to get her
from the shower block.

Mr. Jackson.

Take Smith back to H4.

You and I will speak later.

[Laughter, indistinct
conversations]

- What's going on?
- Franky is starving me.

She won't let me
eat, thanks to you.

- What, punishment?
- Yeah.

Oh, sorry.

Don't tell her you were there.

- Don't worry.
- Don't.

I heard you got
in the shit, Red.

It's not like you to miss a
count, you little straighty.

You know, if I were to somehow
find out that you helped Simmo,

that'd be very bad for you.

You've got nothing
to worry about.

FERGUSON: It is
simply not acceptable.

I was brought here to
stop the cycle of failure.

But I can only do that
if everyone steps up

and takes responsibility
for their actions.

When officers ignore
the protocols put in place,

when certain inmates expect

preferential
treatment from guards,

the whole system falls.

Governor, Mr. Fletcher...

This is not a Q
and A, Mr. Jackson.

I will say this just
once more to you all...

Join with me in
fixing Wentworth,

behave with
professionalism, or get out.

That is all.

Mr. Fletcher?

A moment.

How are you doing?

I'm fine, thanks.

Why do you ask?

Professionally,

how would you rate
your performance?

I'm doing my job.

I would have to disagree.

In fact, I am rapidly running
out of patience with you.

Me?

What for?

Further breaches of conduct
could result in your dismissal.

Do you understand?

Consider this a final warning.

LIZ: Come on,
Roz. It's a big dick.

It's gonna take you a long
time to cover it up. Come on.

- You're off the hook.
- Yeah.

"Thanks, Franky. Really
appreciate it, Franky."

I'm glad the garden's safe.

But I'm not gonna thank you

for putting an innocent
person in the slot.

- An innocent person?
- Yeah.

Do we even have any of those?

- Whatever.
- Not whatever.

I did you a favor,
and now it's your turn.

I want in on the
garden detail today.

I can't. The detail's full.

Then get rid of someone.

All right.

Fletch, look.

I'm sorry about what
happened. I didn't mean to.

Are we talking
about reporting me

for the capsicum spray incident,

or allowing prisoners
to leave the muster

and letting me taking the blame?

Look, I didn't mean for you
to take the blame for that.

Sorry, again I'm confused here.
Which one are we talking about?

Look, Ferguson asked
me to write that report.

Oh, so you just did it
like a good little boy?

You didn't question
her motivation?

Look, I just wrote
down what happened.

She's trying to get rid of me,
and she's using you to do it.

You know, that
sounds really paranoid.

Mate, if you've got
a problem with me,

why don't you man up
and say it to my face, huh?

What are you talking about? Why
would I have a problem with you?

Just forget it.

Oh, these are mini cucumbers.

DOREEN: Can't wait
for them to turn out.

Yeah, they're gonna be lovely.

They're gonna look great
when you put them in.

[Indistinct
conversations, laughter]

- When do you want the gear?
- Soon as possible.

- Tomorrow?
- Yeah, okay.

Hey, we need a drop box.

Somewhere in the shed
where I can put the cash

and you can leave the gear.

I was thinking under one
of the floorboards, yeah?

- It's got to be safe.
- Yeah, I can fix it.

- Who are you talking to?
- Just myself, sir.

Uh, Miss Miles, can I
go and get the hose?

Right here, love.

- [Laughs]
- Go on.

- FRANKY: Come, Booms.
- BOOMER: What?

FRANKY: Got some work for you.

What are you doing?

I brought some
food for the bird.

Oh.

I thought you would have
been over here looking for me.

Not a chance.

LINDA: Hurry up, Anderson.

Hey.

Are you okay?

Do you mind?

No.

Here, sit down.

You saved my ass last night.

Thanks.

Don't mention it.

To anyone.

Does Franky know?

She has her suspicions, yeah.

- I guess we're both fucked then.
- Possibly.

I owe you. I won't forget it.

Hey, Simmo...

There's something
you could do for me.

Can you please give
this letter to Brayden?

It's to say how sorry I am.

You can read it.
I've left it unsealed.

They won't let me post
anything to him and...

And I thought that when
he visits, you could maybe...

I don't think you
owe him anything.

What do you mean?
I took his mother...

You don't need to do this.
You don't need to feel guilty.

You're serving your time.

I, uh...

It would just put
my mind at rest.

Sure.

Thanks.

He's coming in tomorrow.

Thanks.

BEA: Hey.

- What brings you here, Red?
- Have you got a sec?

I might.

You know the law, right?

Yeah, wish I'd studied
it before my trial.

Why?

Do you think I have a
chance in an appeal,

to reduce my sentence?

- What'd you get? 12 years?
- Mm-hmm.

- Plea bargain?
- Mm-hmm.

Probably not.

Sounds about right to me.

But if I wanted to give it
a shot, where do I start?

You can start

by telling me where you
were during the count.

I was in the shower block.

- I didn't hear the call.
- How come?

Because I was washing my hair.

There's a lot of it.

I hope that's the case.

Mmm.

Wild orchid.

Ooh. That's hot.

You can, uh, ask your lawyer

what mitigating factors
they can present in appeal.

Okay.

Mitigating factors.

Yeah, you might be able to
squeeze a few months off, maybe.

Is that all?

You did stab someone
in the neck with a pen.

Yeah.

Okay, thanks.

And whatever you think,

I'm not siding with
Simmo against you.

- [Knocks]
- Mr. Jackson?

I've got a visitor's
request form.

Put it there.

It's urgent. It's my lawyer. I
need him to come tomorrow.

- Well, that won't happen.
- Why not?

You see that pile there?

I'm working from
the bottom up, Bea.

Well, is there any
chance that maybe...

No, there is
absolutely no chance.

'Cause last time I did you
a favor, you shat on me.

I didn't mean to
get you into trouble.

But you did lie to me.

Slater wasn't sick.

So why put yourself
on the line for her?

See, I don't understand.

Well, I didn't know that that's
what was going to happen.

You're still lying to me, Bea.

I know there's
more to it than that.

I couldn't let another
person get hurt, all right?

I'm really sorry.

I'll put it through.

Thank you.

Whatever it is, Bea,

I hope you're not playing
a dangerous game.

No.

WOMAN: The man is
putting up a real fight.

[Indistinct talking]

MAN: Come on. Turn
that way. Come down.

Hey. Hey, hey, hey.

Settle down.

DOREEN: Oh,
look at this, ladies.

- FRANKY: Hey.
- Water works.

- Slip and slide.
- Good on ya, Liz.

Water show.

- Anderson.
- Yeah?

You're needed in
here for a minute.

Come and show this
knucklehead how to get things done.

Mr. Faulkner.

- He's a guts.
- [Laughs]

[Squawks]

NASH: He eats like my kid.

Have you got a kid?

- Mia.
- Aww.

Yeah, I don't see
her anymore, but.

What happened?

[Sighs] Her mum, she
dumped me when I got busted.

Still think about
her every day, but.

I'm sorry.

- Yeah.
- [Footsteps]

So, we're gonna be rake
hooks in this spot here

and then all the
tools over here, yeah?

No, no, no. It's the
other way 'round.

I want them here.

And make sure the
table legs are raised,

otherwise the mice
get into the fertilizer.

- NASH: Yeah, yeah.
- FAULKNER: Come on.

What the fuck?

Piss off.

Both of youse.

- Getting your end in, Nashy?
- Fuck off, Bates.

Eh? Half your luck, mate.

Did you put the bet on?

Yeah, 10:00 at
Cranny. Any minute now.

You've developed a sudden
interest in gardening, Doyle?

It's the veggies, Ms.
Ferguson. I just love them.

You know, homegrown,
nice and fresh.

I'm telling you this once only.

Any incidents out here,

and you'll be eating your
vegetables in the slot.

- Understood?
- Yep.

Better get back to it.

[Beep, door unlocks]

[Door closes]

- We good?
- Yep.

Just down there.

You drop the cash in.
The gear'll be waiting.

Okay, that's a down payment.

Balance'll be paid
street to street.

Got a visitor in today.
She'll sort the rest out.

Put it away. It's all there.

No, no, no. This
is for the boss man.

I want something a little extra.

What the fuck are you talking
about? We agreed on a price.

Yeah, just something
for my trouble.

Know what I mean?

Oh, fuck.

You've got to be
fucking kidding me.

Listen, babe, it's either
that or it's no deal.

[Breathing heavily]

[Footsteps]

Bea.

Your lawyer's here to see you.

Thanks.

I just need to go to the
loo. Can you give me a sec?

Make it quick, eh?

[Breathing heavily]

[Indistinct conversations]

Ah, this way, Mr. Dalby.

Thank you.

To be honest, I'm really
not quite sure why I'm here.

I guess I really came
because it's a favor to you, Bea.

[Muffled] Now, look, I've
been over your old case notes

and I'm afraid I think
we've really exhausted

most other avenues of appeal.

[Slow electronic music playing]

did manage to secure a
mitigation for cooperation,

and that amounted to a
reduction of 18 months.

And there was also, of course,

a reduction to
extenuating circumstances,

namely the death
of your daughter

and... and, of course,

the deceased's son's
relationship with her.

Bea?

Bea?

What I guess I'm
trying to say is,

I think I've pretty much
done all I can for you.

But if there's anything you'd
like to ask me while I'm here,

I'm more than happy to
answer any questions, Bea.

SIMMO: This is for you.

BRAYDEN: Who's this from?

Bea Smith.

GRAHAM: Um, Bea?

Bea?

Bea? Bea!

Bea!

This is for Debbie.

- [Slices]
- MAN: Oh, fuck.

[Indistinct shouting]

- [Alarm wailing]
- BEA: Get off me!

Get off me!

WILL: Let go, Bea!

Fuck off me! [
Shouting indistinctly]

- Fuck! Let me go!
- Stop it!

Get off me!

- Get off me! Get off me!
- Settle down, Smith!

OFFICER: Code Black,
I repeat, Code Black.

Code Black, I
repeat, Code Black.

You murderer!

[Both grunting]

You're a monster!

[Spits]

- WILL: Come on!
- You fucking monster!

- [Spits]
- What the fuck?!

[Indistinct talking on P.A.]

[Slow instrumental music plays]

♪ I don't know what you want ♪

♪ Don't leave me hanging on ♪

♪ Don't know what you want ♪

♪ Don't leave me hanging on ♪