Wentworth (2013–…): Season 2, Episode 4 - The Danger Within - full transcript
Brayden enlists a hitman to murder Bea. Simmo warns Bea of the hit and she begins to suspect three new inmates. She suspects that a transsexual, Maxine Conway of being the perpetrator and Bea avoids her. But the real attacker tries to stab Bea in the shower room and Maxine manages to save her.
Oh, what are you
doing this for, Franky?
- Because we need the gear.
- You don't need the gear.
Franky, I got nothing.
Further breaches of conduct
could result in your dismissal.
Do you understand?
Consider this a final warning.
When do you want the gear?
Soon as possible.
- Tomorrow?
- Yeah, okay.
FLETCH: I should never
have started fucking that bitch.
There was some stuff
about him and Meg Jackson.
[Groans]
Who's bringing it in?
Is it Brayden?
- [Groaning]
- [Door opens]
- Boomer! Boomer! Boomer!
- Oh, shit!
You saved my ass last night.
Can you please give
this letter to Brayden?
- It's to say how sorry I am.
- Sure.
This is for Debbie.
[Slices]
You fucking monster! [Spits]
♪ 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 ♪
[Breathing heavily]
Fuck!
- Sleep tight, ladies.
- LIZ: Night-night.
- Night-night.
- If you say so, Mr. J.
Hey, party time!
No way! Where'd you
get the lunatic soup from?
Have you been
brewing again, Boomer?
BOOMER: N-No.
T-This is for Franky from
the girls in G Block, eh?
- That's a lot of admiration.
- [Laughing] Yeah.
Everyone's so stoked you're
getting the stuff through, eh?
Booms, take out a fucking ad.
Eh?
No, I just... No, I
thought, between us...
No, don't. Just shut it.
You know the walls have ears.
- Piss off that rocket fuel.
- BOOMER: Oh, fuck.
If we're gonna celebrate,
do it with the genuine article.
- [Gasps]
- Yes!
- SKY: Real booze!
- I didn't forget you, Liz.
Your favorite.
I'm on a diet.
BOOMER: To Franky, eh?
- DOREEN: Franky.
- SKY: Yeah, Franky!
DOREEN: You're the bomb, girl.
Shit, we need some music.
Oh! Oh, yeah!
[Groove Armada's "I
See You Baby" plays]
♪ I see you, baby ♪
♪ Shakin' that ass ♪
How are you getting the gear in?
Who cares as long as
we're here to enjoy it, eh?
FRANKY: Yeah,
that's right, Dors.
Wouldn't lover boy be jealous?
♪ I see you, baby ♪
No, Booms, no.
Let me show you
how it's done, eh?
I'm gonna show you
how it's done, Boomer.
I'm gonna show you
how it's done. Ready?
- Oh!
- Oh!
Oh, my God. How do you do that?
- Dors!
- Whoo!
You've been totally
holding out on me.
Dors!
[Laughter]
Aren't you gonna give us a hug?
Shit, they really
did a job on you.
How's Carly?
- Panicking.
- [Chuckles]
She left everything to
the last minute, as usual.
Thailand, eh?
She's grown up already.
We had a bit of a
send-off for her last night.
She said to say goodbye.
No, you tell that little
tart to get her ass in here.
What if something
happens to her?
What happened to you?
Where was Jacs' old crew?
The governor's transferred
them to another unit.
I'm still finding my feet.
Well, you'd better
find them fast.
Vinnie's looking for blood.
I'm not in the
firing line, am I?
Don't worry. Brayden
told him what went down.
Yeah, good.
We're gonna have
to cool it with the gear
now that bitch has
put the heat on you.
Vinnie's not
gonna let this slide.
So you keep your head down.
Someone's coming for her.
You stay away.
Hey, slag.
You haven't forgotten about
our unfinished game, have you?
Why don't you just go back
to playing with yourself?
WILL: All right, that'll do.
Move along, Simmo.
Open it.
[Keys jingling]
[Door opens]
You know, if you only
get another 18 months
for aggravated
assault, you'll be lucky.
You're right, by the way.
He did do it.
Not that it could be
proven in a court of law.
I had the general manager
in my office this morning
telling me that...
I wasn't doing so well.
He thinks I should
leave you here to rot.
But, of course, that's
entirely up to my discretion.
I don't favor that
approach myself.
Besides, I don't think we'll
have a repeat of that behavior.
Unless of course Brayden
Holt is stupid enough
ever to come back to Wentworth.
Am I right?
- Yeah.
- Good.
Then I think I'll release you
back into general population.
What, now?
Mm-hmm.
We have a deal, don't we?
You won't try and kill anyone,
you won't cause me
any further problem.
Okay.
You know, you're not
who you think you are.
But your true nature
will eventually come out.
It will have to.
You fucking used me, bitch.
Apologize, my ass. Bullshit.
You planned that from the start.
Yeah.
Sorry to involve you like that.
You put me in the
shit with the Holts.
Oh, they'll get over
it. You saved his life.
If it wasn't for the fact you
saved me from Franky...
How is Franky?
Been laying low while
I've been in the slot?
What do you think?
I'm not scared
of that clitty licker.
Well, you should be.
She won't forget
you challenged her.
She'll be coming for you.
She'll have you
too, for interfering.
Simmo, I want
you to listen to me.
We need to watch
each other's backs.
You'd back me against Franky?
No.
Not if you picked
a fight with her.
I'm not interested in
being part of any crew.
But if I hear there's danger,
then, yeah, I'll give
you a heads-up.
We need to be mates.
Need to make it work.
That's right.
Yeah. Deal?
Yeah.
The Holts have got a hit on you.
Do you know who's doing it?
Could be anyone.
Got a lovely new
bunch for you today.
[Chuckles]
He's a tosser, that bloke.
- Out you get.
- Come on.
CHRIS: You're next, darling.
Oh, Jesus.
Straight ahead. Move. Move.
- Come on.
- Come on, lucky last.
Fuck off! I can manage.
Yeah, right. Fine.
[Van door closes]
In the middle of that
black square there.
Okay, face me, right?
And take the wig off.
Turn around and face me.
Wig off.
Oi, take the wig off, yeah?
For the photo ID.
You've got to take it off
for the photo ID, okay?
No. Please, sir, don't...
Don't make me come over
there and take it off you, all right?
Okay, I think we can make
an exception in this case.
FLETCH: Right.
Well, it's your call.
If the governor objects, you
can buy a new ID, all right?
- You can pay for that.
- Yes.
- Right. Look at me.
- Thank you.
Okay, you ready?
That's it. Hold it there.
Profile please.
Okay, profile on the
other side, please.
Give us a smile.
[Sobbing]
Name?
- Jessica W-Warner.
- Date of birth?
The 9th of July, '95.
Are you cold? Do
you want a blanket?
[Sobs] No, no, no.
Don't leave me.
Next of kin?
[Sobbing]
Next of kin.
Medical. Yeah, I'm in admission.
Might need sedation, please.
[Sighs] Okay.
Jessica, I need you to take
some deep breaths, okay?
Need you to try and settle down.
I'm... I'm really scared.
I'm really scared.
I didn't do anything.
Yeah, I know.
Please, you've got to help me.
- I can't be in here.
- You need...
- Please!
- You need to calm down.
Otherwise I'll have to
get the doctor, all right?
Let go.
Okay?
Okay.
I'm calm.
It's okay.
Thank you.
I didn't expect there'd
be someone like you here.
Okay.
Next of kin.
Oh, come on, Kat.
Do you want to quit stalling?
I've got a busted
leg, for fuck's sake.
- I know my rights.
- Yeah, you know the drill.
The sooner you get it all off,
the sooner we're done with this.
- I'm waiting.
- Oh, fuck off!
Could you go and wait
for me in that room, please?
That room there? There. Yeah.
Vera.
I'm not strip-searching
it, okay?
I'm not doing it.
When have you ever
strip-searched a
female prisoner?
She wouldn't be here
unless she was post-op.
Yeah, I'll be there in a minute.
Good.
Are we going in
the garden or what?
Where's Miss Miles?
We're burning daylight here.
Hey, Bea!
Bea!
- Hey!
- Hello.
How are you, love?
Thought you'd be gone
for at least six weeks.
BEA: Oh, Ferguson
cut me some slack.
LIZ: Oh, a lot of
slack. People will talk.
Let 'em.
It's not like it's much
of a favor, anyway.
Why? What's up?
Come on. Spit it out.
I can tell when
something's bothering you.
I don't think the Holts
are gonna take
what I did lying down.
[Sighs] You might
have known that, love.
Has someone said something?
No.
There's a bunch of
newbies arriving today.
I'm probably just
being paranoid anyway.
How are you?
Haven't run away with Nash yet?
Oh, no! Don't mention Nash.
All I hear is, "Nash says this,
Nash says that, Nash does this."
- You got it bad, girl.
- Yeah.
- [Beep, gate unlocks]
- FRANKY: What have we got here?
[Laughter]
WOMAN: Look at
this pretty young thing.
[Wolf-whistle]
Holy fuck!
What are you? Are
you... Are you a girl?
What is that?
What are you?
Are you even a girl? [Laughs]
WOMAN: You're ugly.
Hey.
Struggle street.
She's got all the mince, sir.
- Guess who's looking over here.
- Who?
LIZ: Looking over our way.
[Laughs]
Look at her. She's
grinning like an idiot.
Yeah, I told you.
Anderson.
Thank you, sir.
He wants you. Bye!
- [Smooching]
- [Smooching]
DOREEN: Shut up.
I think he's hungry.
I brought him
something yummy, then.
Cool.
[Laughs]
He's a greedy little
sucker, isn't he?
Yeah.
He's lucky he's got us, eh?
- All right, get back to work.
- Yeah.
LIZ: So, what'd he say?
- Nothing.
- Nothing?
We was just feeding the bird.
LIZ: Ah, "feeding the
bird." Is that what you call it?
Having a bit of a
flirt with you, was he?
Sky.
It's about to start.
Announcer: They're off.
All Too Hard jumped away.
King Mufasa drives through.
Boom.
Into stride.
Two lengths. Loremus
followed by Pinwheel.
[Indistinct conversations]
The leader coming
around the home turn.
King Mufasa.
Turning the bend
in front of Loremus,
Wall Street peeling
out, in behind Pinwheel.
It's all there. Everything
Franky asked for.
Righto.
In that case I can
authorize payment.
He's starting to lengthen
now. King Mufasa in front.
All Too Hard gobbles
him up. 100 left to go.
The three-year-old hits
the lead, draws away.
Hey.
You doing all right?
Yeah, I'm okay.
If Boomer asks you for
your dessert, give it to her.
Do you recognize any
of the new girls' faces?
No. Could be that
sewer rat, Sky.
[Laughs]
LIZ: Oh, stop staring.
- Boomer.
- BOOMER: I can't help it.
Hey, show us your cock.
[Laughter]
I'm not sitting next
to this fucking freak.
Don't bother. I'm going.
[Women jeering]
WILL: All right.
That'll do, ladies.
So Liz is at the new machine
here, and it's good to go.
FRANKY: Yeah, what
about the old one?
You can't just
leave it there, boss.
Well, it's bolted to
the table here, Franky.
What do you want me to do?
Yeah, it's gonna get in the way.
Hey, Goldilocks.
- BOOMER: [Laughs]
- FLETCH: Yeah, you.
You want to move this
table out into the corridor?
Are you addressing me?
Would you like a
written invitation?
Oh, you wouldn't
make any of us do it.
If you want my assistance,
you'll find some manners.
Whoo-hoo!
Why, Maxine, how
charming you look today.
Might I prevail upon
you to assist me
in moving this piece of
shit out into the corridor?
Seeing as you asked
so nicely, certainly.
So, muscles, you want to
drag that over to
the stairwell for us?
So, Maxine...
Have you... Did
you really go the...
You know?
You should try it.
Does wonders for
your complexion.
FRANKY: Hey, cutey.
I'm Franky.
Suppose a fuck's
out of the question.
Franky's just trying
to be friendly, love.
I'm in H2. Door's always open.
Franky, back off.
Pick on someone of your
own persuasion, will you?
KAT: Hey.
Hey, hey.
I need some more
painkillers for my leg.
No. Get back to work.
Didn't you hear what I said?
My leg's fucking killing me.
And I said get back
to fucking work.
You're not in pain.
I know drug-seeking
behavior when I see it.
Go on.
Okay, ladies, you've
got an hour before dinner
if you want to take a shower.
If you grab your
toiletries and towels,
I'll take you down
to the shower block.
I won't.
VERA: I'm sorry... now?
I need privacy.
This is a jail, honey,
not the Shangri-La.
You understand.
All right, you can go later,
or you can go in the
morning before breakfast.
Thank you.
That confirms it,
then. She's got a dick.
Smith, hurry up. You're
on laundry dispatch.
[Sighs]
[Metal clinks]
[Gasps]
Well, it's got to be
one of the newbies.
Yeah, well, it's
not the young girl
'cause she's like a rabbit
caught in the headlights.
The cripple couldn't have
pushed that machine on her.
Yeah, well, it's
got to be the bloke.
That's the worst
disguise I've ever seen.
Bea, you're gonna
have to do your research.
You're gonna have to find
out who's got associations.
Well, how do I do that?
LIZ: Miss Miles.
Hey.
- What'd you give Maxine?
- Nothing.
Oh, that's nothing
as well, is it?
- Fuck off, Liz!
- Hey, hey, tell me.
A razor blade.
- Razor blade?
- Yeah.
What do you fucking care?
Move, move, move.
Did you hear some drugs
went missing from medical?
- What sort of drugs?
- Tynedol.
If there's an overdose,
expect seizures.
I'll bet you I know who's
responsible for that.
Good.
Hey, Miss Miles.
You're doing the prisoner
special spend this month?
I might be.
- I've got quite a bit saved up.
- So, what do you want?
Information.
On the new prisoners.
You know I could
have you slotted
for attempting to
bribe an officer.
It'll just be a little
something for your trouble.
What kind of information
are we talking about?
I want to know
what they're in for
and if they have any
connections to the Holt family.
I can't promise anything.
- But I'll see what I can do.
- Thanks.
Don't thank me.
I've got money on you
seeing the week out.
Franky.
Red.
I need for you to
get me something.
I'll pay. Whatever you want.
What is it that Red
could want so bad
that she's willing to put
herself in my debt again?
I need a weapon.
I've been banned
from buying blades.
Well, Brayden's not coming back.
Thank you for ending Simmo's
drug supply, by the way.
So what is it that you
could need a weapon for?
- To protect myself.
- Who from?
The Holts have
put a hit out on me.
- Did Simmo put you up to this?
- No.
So how can I be sure you're
not gonna use it against me?
How can I be sure it's not you?
Look, I think it's one
of the new inmates.
So can you get me something?
You're gonna need more
than a shiv against the tranny.
Well?
- Cost you.
- I said I'll pay.
Shit yeah.
Yeah.
FRANKY: Yeah, so why
don't we have a little wager?
What do you reckon?
Two bags of darts says
she's got a dick, eh?
- [Laughs]
- Ohh!
Make that three.
Make that three!
LIZ: Who cares if
she has got a dick?
It'd come in quite handy,
actually, wouldn't it?
LINDA: What's going on here?
SKY: Oh, we're just
having a little wager
on Maxine's genital parts.
Smart money says she's hung.
- You want in, Smiles?
- Yeah, put me down for 50.
- LIZ: 50?
- Yeah, I reckon she's all woman.
- Ohh!
- Ohh!
I'm with you, Miss Miles.
DOREEN: Can I go in
there and feed the bird?
- Yeah, go ahead.
- Cool.
- Hey, Dor.
- What the fuck?
Shh, shh, shh.
BOOMER: Mind your own biz, Dor.
COLIN: Wanna go?
Oi, back here, love.
Hey. Hey, hey, hey.
Just a heads-up.
Dors caught me
doing the... Oh, fuck.
- I know what you're up to.
- Yeah, what?
You're using the garden project
as a way of smuggling stuff in.
I don't know what
you're talking about, Dors.
Uh, yeah, you do.
Bates is bringing stuff in,
and Boomer's giving
him gobbies as payment.
- [Gasps] Yeah, is that right?
- Yeah.
- That's a fucking good idea.
- BOOMER: How dare you?
This is something for
the girls, for their morale.
You have no right
to stuff it up for them.
You don't shut your mouth,
the screws'll get wind of it
and Ferguson will close
the whole project down.
- Just saying.
- That's what I'm afraid of.
Yeah. So fucking chill out.
Otherwise your precious Nash
will get sent back to Walford
and [Pops lips] no more garden.
Or if you play your cards right,
I can fix it so you get some
time alone with lover boy, hey?
- Sorry, Smiles.
- [Beep, gate unlocks]
Inside. In here.
Over to the bed.
Stop stuffing around.
She's flogged her
medication, right?
Vera's on her way down
here to strip search her.
I want you to organize
an X-ray of that cast.
My bet is that's where
the drugs are stashed.
Oh, he's a fucking psycho.
I would need the prisoner's
consent for an X-ray.
She's a junkie, huh?
Am I the only one
here that can see that?
Rose, just come
on. Move it, will you?
Just get on the phone, will you,
and organize the appointment?
- Let's go.
- Just settle down, Fletch.
Or what, mate, huh?
Are you gonna dob me
in to Ferguson again?
- Is that it?
- What?
It's fucking harassment.
She pinged me for
leaving the sewing machine
in a dangerous place, huh?
I'll have the lot of
youse fucking reported.
I didn't dob you
in. She asked me.
There was no
accident, Will, okay?
It didn't unbolt
itself off the table
and throw itself
down the stairs, did it?
Okay, I had no idea about
that incident when she...
FLETCH: Of course not, mate.
You're too busy pandering
to the prisoners' needs!
FERGUSON: Mr. Fletcher.
My office. Now.
Governor, I'm busy, all right?
We have found your
missing meds, Mr. Fletcher.
- It was an inventory error.
- Follow me.
What the fuck?
Ferguson's being
a bit rough on you.
Just for something different,
she's got me mopping
out the wet cells.
Yeah.
Thought I could give you a hand.
It's bloody, Will.
You know he's dobbed me in
with fucking Ferguson again, right?
You really think he'd do that?
Well, there's the
laundry incident, okay?
And the official complaint
he made against me
for using capsicum spray on Sky.
The disagreement
with me over Kat.
And then he's left
me holding the bag
when Simmo and Bea
went missing for the count.
I mean, fuck.
Yeah, I just don't think
he would intentionally
undermine you.
There might be
another explanation.
The explanation is,
Vera, he's got it in for me.
That's it, okay?
Now you haven't said anything to
him, have you, about Meg and I?
Of course not.
Because if he knew,
he'd fucking kill me.
All right?
Did you find out who
slashed your tire, mate?
Ah, Jesus!
Hope she was fucking worth it!
[Gasps]
I've got something for you.
What?
It's a zip gun.
Had it made especially.
How does it work?
Oh, it's pretty basic.
There's a tack inside there.
It's spring-loaded.
To fire it, you
flick this trigger.
[Pops lips]
Cap hits the end of
the bullet, and bang.
It fires.
But you've got to get
up close and personal.
And there's only
one bullet in it,
so you make sure you
use it on the right person.
Thank you.
It's gonna be more
than a thanks, Red.
LINDA: Smith.
Keep walking.
I got the info you wanted.
Couldn't find a match
between any of the three
newcomers and the Holts.
The tranny's a cleanskin,
in for stabbing her boyfriend.
Junkie tried to hold up a
7-Eleven with a syringe.
The girl, assault, although
I couldn't see all of her file.
Some of it was marked
"governor's eyes only."
What does that mean?
Prior conviction maybe.
How do I know she's not
connected to the Holts?
I guess you don't.
Hi there.
You're Maxine, aren't you?
Mm-hmm.
Yeah.
Are you gonna have a shower?
- Yes.
- Cool.
Are you?
Yeah. Yeah.
Well, after you.
Oh, no, no. After you, hmm?
- No.
- Oh, I insist.
You're not here to
shower, are you?
You're just trying
to have a look.
So which is it?
Oh, shit, is it both?
Oh, come on. Now,
don't be like that.
I got a packet of
bickies riding on this, eh?
Shh.
You're gonna keep
your voice down, okay?
You're gonna sit up, right?
And you're gonna
answer my questions,
or I'm gonna put a
bullet in your brain.
Did the Holts send you?
W-What? I don't know
who the Holts are.
Don't lie to me.
What's in your file
that's so secret?
- [Sniffles]
- Hmm? What?
I... I had a
previous conviction.
What previous conviction?
Hmm?! What previous conviction?!
[Sobbing] For killing a child.
That's bullshit.
You're lying.
No, if that was the truth,
you'd be in protection
or you'd be dead already.
No, no, 'cause they
caught the real killer.
Then why are you here now?
Self-defense.
Her husband came after me.
Please, you have to believe me.
[Sobbing]
[Door opens]
Fletch?
You told him.
You betrayed my
confidence, Vera.
No, I... I didn't say anything.
Then how did he find out?
[Door opens]
Can I help you?
Oh. I was looking for Bea.
She's next door.
Yeah.
I thought they'd put
you in Jacs' old cell.
Jack?
- Is this a tranny block?
- [Laughs]
Oh, she'd kill you if she
ever heard you say that.
I'm... I'm confused.
Where is she?
Oh, she's dead.
Bea killed her.
So just a word of warning.
Don't mess with Bea.
I wasn't planning on it.
Good.
That's good.
[Indistinct conversations]
BEA: [Grunting]
[Both grunting]
Aah! Aah!
BEA: No!
No!
[Groans]
[Panting]
Thank you.
How's the patient?
Walking wounded.
She'll live.
Leave us.
It seems your attacker
got herself arrested
to get into this prison.
She'll be moved into protection
with an attempted-murder
charge tacked on to her sentence.
Glad to hear.
You were very lucky to have that
transgender
person there to help.
You know, her name is Maxine.
It's useful having
friends, isn't it?
None of these
people are my friends.
I understand you, Smith.
You're a loner.
But it doesn't pay
to be alone in here.
That's why people
form alliances.
Who are you suggesting
I form an alliance with?
You?
I'm simply stating there
is strength in numbers.
You're vulnerable
when you're alone.
How are you doing?
I'm sore.
You know, I found a
zip gun in Kat's cell.
What's that?
It's a homemade gun.
I guess I'm lucky she
didn't use that on me, then.
Well, no, she's the lucky
one. It was booby-trapped.
What does that mean?
It means if she'd
used it on you,
it would have blinded
her and blown off her hand.
I played right into
your hand, didn't I?
What are you on about?
You were hoping that
thing would blow up on me.
Oh, fucking settle down, Red.
You've been tight with Simmo
lately. It wasn't meant for you.
Thought you were getting
it for her to use on me.
I'm not stupid enough
to put a weapon
into the hands of my enemy.
Yeah?
Well, I'll remember that.
- You okay?
- Yeah.
Maxine?
I, uh... I just wanted
to say thanks.
Thanks so much for what you did.
Are you okay?
- Yeah.
- Oh.
I heard they found
another weapon
in that bitch's cell.
Yeah.
Yeah.
[Exhales sharply]
Thanks again.
You know, for what it's worth,
you shouldn't feel shy about
showering with the other women.
You look great.
Really?
Yeah.
And, um...
And if there's anything
I can ever do for you...
There is.
There was something that, uh...
Uh, I've been meaning to ask.
[Alice Russell's
"Munkaroo" plays]
♪ Raw ♪
♪ Real ♪
♪ Faith ♪
♪ Tasty ♪
♪ Soft ♪
♪ Tender ♪
♪ Distant ♪
♪ Bye-bye ♪
- ♪ Raw ♪
- ♪ Raw ♪
- ♪ Real ♪
- ♪ Real ♪
- ♪ Faith ♪
- ♪ Faith ♪
- ♪ Tasty ♪
- ♪ Tasty ♪
- ♪ Soft ♪
- ♪ Soft ♪
- ♪ Tender ♪
- ♪ Tender ♪
- ♪ Distant ♪
- ♪ Distant ♪
♪ Bye-bye ♪
- ♪ Raw ♪
- ♪ Raw ♪
- ♪ Real ♪
- ♪ Real ♪
- ♪ Faith ♪
- ♪ Faith ♪
- ♪ Tasty ♪
- ♪ Tasty ♪
- ♪ Soft ♪
- ♪ Soft ♪
- ♪ Tender ♪
- ♪ Tender ♪
- ♪ Distant ♪
- ♪ Distant ♪
♪ Bye-bye ♪
doing this for, Franky?
- Because we need the gear.
- You don't need the gear.
Franky, I got nothing.
Further breaches of conduct
could result in your dismissal.
Do you understand?
Consider this a final warning.
When do you want the gear?
Soon as possible.
- Tomorrow?
- Yeah, okay.
FLETCH: I should never
have started fucking that bitch.
There was some stuff
about him and Meg Jackson.
[Groans]
Who's bringing it in?
Is it Brayden?
- [Groaning]
- [Door opens]
- Boomer! Boomer! Boomer!
- Oh, shit!
You saved my ass last night.
Can you please give
this letter to Brayden?
- It's to say how sorry I am.
- Sure.
This is for Debbie.
[Slices]
You fucking monster! [Spits]
♪ 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 ♪
[Breathing heavily]
Fuck!
- Sleep tight, ladies.
- LIZ: Night-night.
- Night-night.
- If you say so, Mr. J.
Hey, party time!
No way! Where'd you
get the lunatic soup from?
Have you been
brewing again, Boomer?
BOOMER: N-No.
T-This is for Franky from
the girls in G Block, eh?
- That's a lot of admiration.
- [Laughing] Yeah.
Everyone's so stoked you're
getting the stuff through, eh?
Booms, take out a fucking ad.
Eh?
No, I just... No, I
thought, between us...
No, don't. Just shut it.
You know the walls have ears.
- Piss off that rocket fuel.
- BOOMER: Oh, fuck.
If we're gonna celebrate,
do it with the genuine article.
- [Gasps]
- Yes!
- SKY: Real booze!
- I didn't forget you, Liz.
Your favorite.
I'm on a diet.
BOOMER: To Franky, eh?
- DOREEN: Franky.
- SKY: Yeah, Franky!
DOREEN: You're the bomb, girl.
Shit, we need some music.
Oh! Oh, yeah!
[Groove Armada's "I
See You Baby" plays]
♪ I see you, baby ♪
♪ Shakin' that ass ♪
How are you getting the gear in?
Who cares as long as
we're here to enjoy it, eh?
FRANKY: Yeah,
that's right, Dors.
Wouldn't lover boy be jealous?
♪ I see you, baby ♪
No, Booms, no.
Let me show you
how it's done, eh?
I'm gonna show you
how it's done, Boomer.
I'm gonna show you
how it's done. Ready?
- Oh!
- Oh!
Oh, my God. How do you do that?
- Dors!
- Whoo!
You've been totally
holding out on me.
Dors!
[Laughter]
Aren't you gonna give us a hug?
Shit, they really
did a job on you.
How's Carly?
- Panicking.
- [Chuckles]
She left everything to
the last minute, as usual.
Thailand, eh?
She's grown up already.
We had a bit of a
send-off for her last night.
She said to say goodbye.
No, you tell that little
tart to get her ass in here.
What if something
happens to her?
What happened to you?
Where was Jacs' old crew?
The governor's transferred
them to another unit.
I'm still finding my feet.
Well, you'd better
find them fast.
Vinnie's looking for blood.
I'm not in the
firing line, am I?
Don't worry. Brayden
told him what went down.
Yeah, good.
We're gonna have
to cool it with the gear
now that bitch has
put the heat on you.
Vinnie's not
gonna let this slide.
So you keep your head down.
Someone's coming for her.
You stay away.
Hey, slag.
You haven't forgotten about
our unfinished game, have you?
Why don't you just go back
to playing with yourself?
WILL: All right, that'll do.
Move along, Simmo.
Open it.
[Keys jingling]
[Door opens]
You know, if you only
get another 18 months
for aggravated
assault, you'll be lucky.
You're right, by the way.
He did do it.
Not that it could be
proven in a court of law.
I had the general manager
in my office this morning
telling me that...
I wasn't doing so well.
He thinks I should
leave you here to rot.
But, of course, that's
entirely up to my discretion.
I don't favor that
approach myself.
Besides, I don't think we'll
have a repeat of that behavior.
Unless of course Brayden
Holt is stupid enough
ever to come back to Wentworth.
Am I right?
- Yeah.
- Good.
Then I think I'll release you
back into general population.
What, now?
Mm-hmm.
We have a deal, don't we?
You won't try and kill anyone,
you won't cause me
any further problem.
Okay.
You know, you're not
who you think you are.
But your true nature
will eventually come out.
It will have to.
You fucking used me, bitch.
Apologize, my ass. Bullshit.
You planned that from the start.
Yeah.
Sorry to involve you like that.
You put me in the
shit with the Holts.
Oh, they'll get over
it. You saved his life.
If it wasn't for the fact you
saved me from Franky...
How is Franky?
Been laying low while
I've been in the slot?
What do you think?
I'm not scared
of that clitty licker.
Well, you should be.
She won't forget
you challenged her.
She'll be coming for you.
She'll have you
too, for interfering.
Simmo, I want
you to listen to me.
We need to watch
each other's backs.
You'd back me against Franky?
No.
Not if you picked
a fight with her.
I'm not interested in
being part of any crew.
But if I hear there's danger,
then, yeah, I'll give
you a heads-up.
We need to be mates.
Need to make it work.
That's right.
Yeah. Deal?
Yeah.
The Holts have got a hit on you.
Do you know who's doing it?
Could be anyone.
Got a lovely new
bunch for you today.
[Chuckles]
He's a tosser, that bloke.
- Out you get.
- Come on.
CHRIS: You're next, darling.
Oh, Jesus.
Straight ahead. Move. Move.
- Come on.
- Come on, lucky last.
Fuck off! I can manage.
Yeah, right. Fine.
[Van door closes]
In the middle of that
black square there.
Okay, face me, right?
And take the wig off.
Turn around and face me.
Wig off.
Oi, take the wig off, yeah?
For the photo ID.
You've got to take it off
for the photo ID, okay?
No. Please, sir, don't...
Don't make me come over
there and take it off you, all right?
Okay, I think we can make
an exception in this case.
FLETCH: Right.
Well, it's your call.
If the governor objects, you
can buy a new ID, all right?
- You can pay for that.
- Yes.
- Right. Look at me.
- Thank you.
Okay, you ready?
That's it. Hold it there.
Profile please.
Okay, profile on the
other side, please.
Give us a smile.
[Sobbing]
Name?
- Jessica W-Warner.
- Date of birth?
The 9th of July, '95.
Are you cold? Do
you want a blanket?
[Sobs] No, no, no.
Don't leave me.
Next of kin?
[Sobbing]
Next of kin.
Medical. Yeah, I'm in admission.
Might need sedation, please.
[Sighs] Okay.
Jessica, I need you to take
some deep breaths, okay?
Need you to try and settle down.
I'm... I'm really scared.
I'm really scared.
I didn't do anything.
Yeah, I know.
Please, you've got to help me.
- I can't be in here.
- You need...
- Please!
- You need to calm down.
Otherwise I'll have to
get the doctor, all right?
Let go.
Okay?
Okay.
I'm calm.
It's okay.
Thank you.
I didn't expect there'd
be someone like you here.
Okay.
Next of kin.
Oh, come on, Kat.
Do you want to quit stalling?
I've got a busted
leg, for fuck's sake.
- I know my rights.
- Yeah, you know the drill.
The sooner you get it all off,
the sooner we're done with this.
- I'm waiting.
- Oh, fuck off!
Could you go and wait
for me in that room, please?
That room there? There. Yeah.
Vera.
I'm not strip-searching
it, okay?
I'm not doing it.
When have you ever
strip-searched a
female prisoner?
She wouldn't be here
unless she was post-op.
Yeah, I'll be there in a minute.
Good.
Are we going in
the garden or what?
Where's Miss Miles?
We're burning daylight here.
Hey, Bea!
Bea!
- Hey!
- Hello.
How are you, love?
Thought you'd be gone
for at least six weeks.
BEA: Oh, Ferguson
cut me some slack.
LIZ: Oh, a lot of
slack. People will talk.
Let 'em.
It's not like it's much
of a favor, anyway.
Why? What's up?
Come on. Spit it out.
I can tell when
something's bothering you.
I don't think the Holts
are gonna take
what I did lying down.
[Sighs] You might
have known that, love.
Has someone said something?
No.
There's a bunch of
newbies arriving today.
I'm probably just
being paranoid anyway.
How are you?
Haven't run away with Nash yet?
Oh, no! Don't mention Nash.
All I hear is, "Nash says this,
Nash says that, Nash does this."
- You got it bad, girl.
- Yeah.
- [Beep, gate unlocks]
- FRANKY: What have we got here?
[Laughter]
WOMAN: Look at
this pretty young thing.
[Wolf-whistle]
Holy fuck!
What are you? Are
you... Are you a girl?
What is that?
What are you?
Are you even a girl? [Laughs]
WOMAN: You're ugly.
Hey.
Struggle street.
She's got all the mince, sir.
- Guess who's looking over here.
- Who?
LIZ: Looking over our way.
[Laughs]
Look at her. She's
grinning like an idiot.
Yeah, I told you.
Anderson.
Thank you, sir.
He wants you. Bye!
- [Smooching]
- [Smooching]
DOREEN: Shut up.
I think he's hungry.
I brought him
something yummy, then.
Cool.
[Laughs]
He's a greedy little
sucker, isn't he?
Yeah.
He's lucky he's got us, eh?
- All right, get back to work.
- Yeah.
LIZ: So, what'd he say?
- Nothing.
- Nothing?
We was just feeding the bird.
LIZ: Ah, "feeding the
bird." Is that what you call it?
Having a bit of a
flirt with you, was he?
Sky.
It's about to start.
Announcer: They're off.
All Too Hard jumped away.
King Mufasa drives through.
Boom.
Into stride.
Two lengths. Loremus
followed by Pinwheel.
[Indistinct conversations]
The leader coming
around the home turn.
King Mufasa.
Turning the bend
in front of Loremus,
Wall Street peeling
out, in behind Pinwheel.
It's all there. Everything
Franky asked for.
Righto.
In that case I can
authorize payment.
He's starting to lengthen
now. King Mufasa in front.
All Too Hard gobbles
him up. 100 left to go.
The three-year-old hits
the lead, draws away.
Hey.
You doing all right?
Yeah, I'm okay.
If Boomer asks you for
your dessert, give it to her.
Do you recognize any
of the new girls' faces?
No. Could be that
sewer rat, Sky.
[Laughs]
LIZ: Oh, stop staring.
- Boomer.
- BOOMER: I can't help it.
Hey, show us your cock.
[Laughter]
I'm not sitting next
to this fucking freak.
Don't bother. I'm going.
[Women jeering]
WILL: All right.
That'll do, ladies.
So Liz is at the new machine
here, and it's good to go.
FRANKY: Yeah, what
about the old one?
You can't just
leave it there, boss.
Well, it's bolted to
the table here, Franky.
What do you want me to do?
Yeah, it's gonna get in the way.
Hey, Goldilocks.
- BOOMER: [Laughs]
- FLETCH: Yeah, you.
You want to move this
table out into the corridor?
Are you addressing me?
Would you like a
written invitation?
Oh, you wouldn't
make any of us do it.
If you want my assistance,
you'll find some manners.
Whoo-hoo!
Why, Maxine, how
charming you look today.
Might I prevail upon
you to assist me
in moving this piece of
shit out into the corridor?
Seeing as you asked
so nicely, certainly.
So, muscles, you want to
drag that over to
the stairwell for us?
So, Maxine...
Have you... Did
you really go the...
You know?
You should try it.
Does wonders for
your complexion.
FRANKY: Hey, cutey.
I'm Franky.
Suppose a fuck's
out of the question.
Franky's just trying
to be friendly, love.
I'm in H2. Door's always open.
Franky, back off.
Pick on someone of your
own persuasion, will you?
KAT: Hey.
Hey, hey.
I need some more
painkillers for my leg.
No. Get back to work.
Didn't you hear what I said?
My leg's fucking killing me.
And I said get back
to fucking work.
You're not in pain.
I know drug-seeking
behavior when I see it.
Go on.
Okay, ladies, you've
got an hour before dinner
if you want to take a shower.
If you grab your
toiletries and towels,
I'll take you down
to the shower block.
I won't.
VERA: I'm sorry... now?
I need privacy.
This is a jail, honey,
not the Shangri-La.
You understand.
All right, you can go later,
or you can go in the
morning before breakfast.
Thank you.
That confirms it,
then. She's got a dick.
Smith, hurry up. You're
on laundry dispatch.
[Sighs]
[Metal clinks]
[Gasps]
Well, it's got to be
one of the newbies.
Yeah, well, it's
not the young girl
'cause she's like a rabbit
caught in the headlights.
The cripple couldn't have
pushed that machine on her.
Yeah, well, it's
got to be the bloke.
That's the worst
disguise I've ever seen.
Bea, you're gonna
have to do your research.
You're gonna have to find
out who's got associations.
Well, how do I do that?
LIZ: Miss Miles.
Hey.
- What'd you give Maxine?
- Nothing.
Oh, that's nothing
as well, is it?
- Fuck off, Liz!
- Hey, hey, tell me.
A razor blade.
- Razor blade?
- Yeah.
What do you fucking care?
Move, move, move.
Did you hear some drugs
went missing from medical?
- What sort of drugs?
- Tynedol.
If there's an overdose,
expect seizures.
I'll bet you I know who's
responsible for that.
Good.
Hey, Miss Miles.
You're doing the prisoner
special spend this month?
I might be.
- I've got quite a bit saved up.
- So, what do you want?
Information.
On the new prisoners.
You know I could
have you slotted
for attempting to
bribe an officer.
It'll just be a little
something for your trouble.
What kind of information
are we talking about?
I want to know
what they're in for
and if they have any
connections to the Holt family.
I can't promise anything.
- But I'll see what I can do.
- Thanks.
Don't thank me.
I've got money on you
seeing the week out.
Franky.
Red.
I need for you to
get me something.
I'll pay. Whatever you want.
What is it that Red
could want so bad
that she's willing to put
herself in my debt again?
I need a weapon.
I've been banned
from buying blades.
Well, Brayden's not coming back.
Thank you for ending Simmo's
drug supply, by the way.
So what is it that you
could need a weapon for?
- To protect myself.
- Who from?
The Holts have
put a hit out on me.
- Did Simmo put you up to this?
- No.
So how can I be sure you're
not gonna use it against me?
How can I be sure it's not you?
Look, I think it's one
of the new inmates.
So can you get me something?
You're gonna need more
than a shiv against the tranny.
Well?
- Cost you.
- I said I'll pay.
Shit yeah.
Yeah.
FRANKY: Yeah, so why
don't we have a little wager?
What do you reckon?
Two bags of darts says
she's got a dick, eh?
- [Laughs]
- Ohh!
Make that three.
Make that three!
LIZ: Who cares if
she has got a dick?
It'd come in quite handy,
actually, wouldn't it?
LINDA: What's going on here?
SKY: Oh, we're just
having a little wager
on Maxine's genital parts.
Smart money says she's hung.
- You want in, Smiles?
- Yeah, put me down for 50.
- LIZ: 50?
- Yeah, I reckon she's all woman.
- Ohh!
- Ohh!
I'm with you, Miss Miles.
DOREEN: Can I go in
there and feed the bird?
- Yeah, go ahead.
- Cool.
- Hey, Dor.
- What the fuck?
Shh, shh, shh.
BOOMER: Mind your own biz, Dor.
COLIN: Wanna go?
Oi, back here, love.
Hey. Hey, hey, hey.
Just a heads-up.
Dors caught me
doing the... Oh, fuck.
- I know what you're up to.
- Yeah, what?
You're using the garden project
as a way of smuggling stuff in.
I don't know what
you're talking about, Dors.
Uh, yeah, you do.
Bates is bringing stuff in,
and Boomer's giving
him gobbies as payment.
- [Gasps] Yeah, is that right?
- Yeah.
- That's a fucking good idea.
- BOOMER: How dare you?
This is something for
the girls, for their morale.
You have no right
to stuff it up for them.
You don't shut your mouth,
the screws'll get wind of it
and Ferguson will close
the whole project down.
- Just saying.
- That's what I'm afraid of.
Yeah. So fucking chill out.
Otherwise your precious Nash
will get sent back to Walford
and [Pops lips] no more garden.
Or if you play your cards right,
I can fix it so you get some
time alone with lover boy, hey?
- Sorry, Smiles.
- [Beep, gate unlocks]
Inside. In here.
Over to the bed.
Stop stuffing around.
She's flogged her
medication, right?
Vera's on her way down
here to strip search her.
I want you to organize
an X-ray of that cast.
My bet is that's where
the drugs are stashed.
Oh, he's a fucking psycho.
I would need the prisoner's
consent for an X-ray.
She's a junkie, huh?
Am I the only one
here that can see that?
Rose, just come
on. Move it, will you?
Just get on the phone, will you,
and organize the appointment?
- Let's go.
- Just settle down, Fletch.
Or what, mate, huh?
Are you gonna dob me
in to Ferguson again?
- Is that it?
- What?
It's fucking harassment.
She pinged me for
leaving the sewing machine
in a dangerous place, huh?
I'll have the lot of
youse fucking reported.
I didn't dob you
in. She asked me.
There was no
accident, Will, okay?
It didn't unbolt
itself off the table
and throw itself
down the stairs, did it?
Okay, I had no idea about
that incident when she...
FLETCH: Of course not, mate.
You're too busy pandering
to the prisoners' needs!
FERGUSON: Mr. Fletcher.
My office. Now.
Governor, I'm busy, all right?
We have found your
missing meds, Mr. Fletcher.
- It was an inventory error.
- Follow me.
What the fuck?
Ferguson's being
a bit rough on you.
Just for something different,
she's got me mopping
out the wet cells.
Yeah.
Thought I could give you a hand.
It's bloody, Will.
You know he's dobbed me in
with fucking Ferguson again, right?
You really think he'd do that?
Well, there's the
laundry incident, okay?
And the official complaint
he made against me
for using capsicum spray on Sky.
The disagreement
with me over Kat.
And then he's left
me holding the bag
when Simmo and Bea
went missing for the count.
I mean, fuck.
Yeah, I just don't think
he would intentionally
undermine you.
There might be
another explanation.
The explanation is,
Vera, he's got it in for me.
That's it, okay?
Now you haven't said anything to
him, have you, about Meg and I?
Of course not.
Because if he knew,
he'd fucking kill me.
All right?
Did you find out who
slashed your tire, mate?
Ah, Jesus!
Hope she was fucking worth it!
[Gasps]
I've got something for you.
What?
It's a zip gun.
Had it made especially.
How does it work?
Oh, it's pretty basic.
There's a tack inside there.
It's spring-loaded.
To fire it, you
flick this trigger.
[Pops lips]
Cap hits the end of
the bullet, and bang.
It fires.
But you've got to get
up close and personal.
And there's only
one bullet in it,
so you make sure you
use it on the right person.
Thank you.
It's gonna be more
than a thanks, Red.
LINDA: Smith.
Keep walking.
I got the info you wanted.
Couldn't find a match
between any of the three
newcomers and the Holts.
The tranny's a cleanskin,
in for stabbing her boyfriend.
Junkie tried to hold up a
7-Eleven with a syringe.
The girl, assault, although
I couldn't see all of her file.
Some of it was marked
"governor's eyes only."
What does that mean?
Prior conviction maybe.
How do I know she's not
connected to the Holts?
I guess you don't.
Hi there.
You're Maxine, aren't you?
Mm-hmm.
Yeah.
Are you gonna have a shower?
- Yes.
- Cool.
Are you?
Yeah. Yeah.
Well, after you.
Oh, no, no. After you, hmm?
- No.
- Oh, I insist.
You're not here to
shower, are you?
You're just trying
to have a look.
So which is it?
Oh, shit, is it both?
Oh, come on. Now,
don't be like that.
I got a packet of
bickies riding on this, eh?
Shh.
You're gonna keep
your voice down, okay?
You're gonna sit up, right?
And you're gonna
answer my questions,
or I'm gonna put a
bullet in your brain.
Did the Holts send you?
W-What? I don't know
who the Holts are.
Don't lie to me.
What's in your file
that's so secret?
- [Sniffles]
- Hmm? What?
I... I had a
previous conviction.
What previous conviction?
Hmm?! What previous conviction?!
[Sobbing] For killing a child.
That's bullshit.
You're lying.
No, if that was the truth,
you'd be in protection
or you'd be dead already.
No, no, 'cause they
caught the real killer.
Then why are you here now?
Self-defense.
Her husband came after me.
Please, you have to believe me.
[Sobbing]
[Door opens]
Fletch?
You told him.
You betrayed my
confidence, Vera.
No, I... I didn't say anything.
Then how did he find out?
[Door opens]
Can I help you?
Oh. I was looking for Bea.
She's next door.
Yeah.
I thought they'd put
you in Jacs' old cell.
Jack?
- Is this a tranny block?
- [Laughs]
Oh, she'd kill you if she
ever heard you say that.
I'm... I'm confused.
Where is she?
Oh, she's dead.
Bea killed her.
So just a word of warning.
Don't mess with Bea.
I wasn't planning on it.
Good.
That's good.
[Indistinct conversations]
BEA: [Grunting]
[Both grunting]
Aah! Aah!
BEA: No!
No!
[Groans]
[Panting]
Thank you.
How's the patient?
Walking wounded.
She'll live.
Leave us.
It seems your attacker
got herself arrested
to get into this prison.
She'll be moved into protection
with an attempted-murder
charge tacked on to her sentence.
Glad to hear.
You were very lucky to have that
transgender
person there to help.
You know, her name is Maxine.
It's useful having
friends, isn't it?
None of these
people are my friends.
I understand you, Smith.
You're a loner.
But it doesn't pay
to be alone in here.
That's why people
form alliances.
Who are you suggesting
I form an alliance with?
You?
I'm simply stating there
is strength in numbers.
You're vulnerable
when you're alone.
How are you doing?
I'm sore.
You know, I found a
zip gun in Kat's cell.
What's that?
It's a homemade gun.
I guess I'm lucky she
didn't use that on me, then.
Well, no, she's the lucky
one. It was booby-trapped.
What does that mean?
It means if she'd
used it on you,
it would have blinded
her and blown off her hand.
I played right into
your hand, didn't I?
What are you on about?
You were hoping that
thing would blow up on me.
Oh, fucking settle down, Red.
You've been tight with Simmo
lately. It wasn't meant for you.
Thought you were getting
it for her to use on me.
I'm not stupid enough
to put a weapon
into the hands of my enemy.
Yeah?
Well, I'll remember that.
- You okay?
- Yeah.
Maxine?
I, uh... I just wanted
to say thanks.
Thanks so much for what you did.
Are you okay?
- Yeah.
- Oh.
I heard they found
another weapon
in that bitch's cell.
Yeah.
Yeah.
[Exhales sharply]
Thanks again.
You know, for what it's worth,
you shouldn't feel shy about
showering with the other women.
You look great.
Really?
Yeah.
And, um...
And if there's anything
I can ever do for you...
There is.
There was something that, uh...
Uh, I've been meaning to ask.
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