Wentworth (2013–…): Season 2, Episode 5 - Twist the Knife - full transcript

I'm off the grog, mate.
Four weeks tomorrow.

Nice one.

It's part of the new stress
management thing I'm doing.

I found a... a journal.
Fletch's journal.

There was some stuff about
him and a previous governor.

Meg Jackson.

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.

Ah!

This is for Debbie.



[Slices]

[Grunting]

Vinnie's not
gonna let this slide.

So you keep your head down.

Someone's coming for her.

[Grunting]

It's useful having
friends, isn't it?

None of these
people are my friends.

I'm simply stating there
is strength in numbers.

You're vulnerable
when you're alone.

♪ 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 ♪

[Panting]

[Indistinct talking]

Max!

Bea! Bea! Bea! Bea, I'm free!

Here!

[Women cheering]

Yes!

- Dors, get over there!
- I'm here!

- Simmo, go, go.
- Booms, get over there!

- Oh!
- Oh!

Come on, Simmo,
shoot it. Shoot it, Simmo.

Shoot it. Get it in. Get it in.

[Women cheering]

[Indistinct conversations]

LIZ: What was that?

Fucking bitch plays dirty, eh?

Yeah, well, she
wouldn't be playing at all

if you'd done what I told you.

They are winning because
they're playing as a team.

They're winning 'cause
of Maxine and Simmo.

BEA: All the way.

Okay, so there you go. You
know what you need to do.

Yeah, well, I can take 'em out.
I can fucking take 'em all out.

Okay, let's fucking do it.
Stop fucking talking about it.

[Shouting indistinctly]

SIMMO: Let's go, girls.

[Indistinct shouting]

FRANKY: Someone
get on her, please!

Simmo!

FRANKY: Booms, get up there!

BEA: That's it!
Shoot it! Shoot it! Hey!

- Nice try.
- BEA: Yeah!

- Way to go, Simmo.
- Hey, you right?

Yeah, didn't hurt at
all. Fucking tranny.

- No, I'm all right!
- SIMMO: Good play, Maxine.

BEA: Ah. Hey, ladies.

Explain.

There's nothing to say,
Governor. It's sorted.

What is?

Personal issue that
we had to sort out.

Which was?

Personal.

So there'll be no
ongoing issues?

No, Governor.

Don't disappoint me
again. Go back to work.

[Clears throat]

Thank you for not
saying anything.

I'm on your side, Vera.

Governor, I...

You... I don't know
how to say this.

You didn't s-say anything...

Stop struggling, Vera.

I know what you're asking,
and the answer is no.

Of course not. I
gave you my word.

I'm sorry I asked.

Vera, avoid letting
others' personal issues

interfere with your work.

Don't make that mistake.

Listen, if you want
me to resign, I will.

But you need to
let me explain first.

You knew the whole time.

No, not while it
was happening...

In future, don't roster me
with him, or I might just kill him.

I'm so sorry.

You know what? I'm
done with the pair of you.

Hey, Mr. Fletcher.
We won basketball.

- Did you see us?
- [Beeps]

Mr. Fletcher, is
everything okay?

Careful.

I'm doing one of
those guided treks,

and then I'm heading over to
Ko Samui for the scuba diving.

Oh, God. Hope they don't
have sharks over there.

[Chuckling] I'll be fine, Mom.

And please be
careful in those hostels.

There are all sorts of
weirdoes in those places.

Oh, no, I'm not
staying in hostels.

Vinnie's lined up
some proper hotels.

- Vinnie?
- [Laughs] Yeah.

Yeah, the Holts are paying
for my flights and everything.

Hey, honey, can you
grab us a drink, please?

- Sure.
- Oh, get me one too, love.

Okay.

Thanks.

Why the hell are
the Holts paying

for our daughter's holiday?

I don't know. It's
a reward, I guess.

She's been doing a bit
of work with Brayden.

What kind of work?

Well, he looks after Vinnie's
clients. Carly's been helping.

Why are you freaking out?

Because I don't want
Carly in debt to the Holts.

Well, what's she supposed to
do? Say no? Yeah, they'd love that.

Anyway, he's doing
you a favor too.

They're getting you
out. For saving Brayden.

- When?
- Soon.

They're gonna gag the witness.

What are they
gonna do about Bea?

Nothing yet.

Vinnie's distracted
by a turf war.

They gave Kat's
brother a housewarming.

What happened?

They torched the place
while he was asleep.

He's one crispy critter now.

BOOMER: [Laughs]

- There you go.
- Oh, thanks, love.

Hey, I want lots of photos,

and I expect a visit as soon
as you get back, all right?

With a bit of luck,
you'll be out by then.

Yeah.

Hey, uh, how's Mum?

- Yeah, she's all right.
- Yeah?

Still hasn't come to visit, eh?

Yeah, her leg's been
playing up again.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, anyway, she said she'd
send photos of the puppies.

They're not pups anymore.

They're little shits. All they
do is crap all over the place.

- What's got up your ass?
- Nothing.

[Chuckles] No,
something's got...

Is that... Is that my necklace?

I didn't say you
could wear that.

Daz said me stuff's
still in his shed.

Yeah, it's not
like you can use it.

It was only going to waste.
And he reckons it suits me.

What the fuck were
you doing at Daz's place?

Oh, no.

No, no, no, no, no.

Why were you at Daz's?

- [Bangs table]
- Boomer.

- [Softly] You fucking tell me.
- You do that again, you're out.

You tell me, Trina. Why?

We're together.

He dumped Rochelle,
and now he's with me.

And we're like a proper couple.

You skinny bitch.

[Table crashing]

All right, Jenkins,
you're gone. Let's go.

Fuck.

That limp-dicked
little loser is gonna...

You stop it, or I'll slot you!

- You tell him from me!
- Let's go.

- FYI...
- Boomer!

- Crabs!
- Come on.

WILL: Come on. Come on.

Hey.

There's some kind
of turf war brewing,

so Vinnie's going to
be busy for a while.

But the Holts don't forget.

You still have to
watch your back.

Is that your daughter?

- Yeah.
- Can I?

She's really pretty.

Pretty dumb. She's got
herself tied up with the Holts.

Oh, yeah? Doing what?

Hosting clients or something.

But now they're paying
for her to go to Thailand.

- That's generous.
- No, that's what they do.

They suck you in by
flashing the cash around,

and then when the money
dries up, you owe 'em.

I want better for Carly.

She's smart. She's at uni.

She could be whatever
she wanted to be.

I don't want her
ending up like me,

wasting her life.

Thanks.

[Sighs]

VERA: She has been
getting quite abusive lately.

Yeah, I'm... I'll be
home as soon as I can.

I'm so sorry about that.

Okay, bye.

Where's Will?

He's finished his shift.
He's probably at the gym.

You told him about
the journal, didn't you?

What?

Don't play fucking dumb with
me, Vera. I'm not in the mood.

You told him about the
journal, now he's stolen it.

- I didn't tell him anything.
- Fine. I'll find him myself.

Fletch! Fletch!

You need to calm down.

If you go after him you're gonna
make things worse. You've...

You are the one in the
wrong here, not Will.

Just leave it, please.

[Indistinct radio chatter]

Okay, where's all this eye
candy I keep hearing about?

Good luck.

Miss Miles, where
are the blokes?

Oh, I don't think
they'll be here today.

Why? What's happened?

Walford's in lockdown. There
were some ODs last night.

Oh, God, here we go.

- Who overdosed?
- I don't know. I'm not psychic.

Hey, don't worry,
love. It won't be Nash.

- FRANKY: Is he a user?
- No.

You got nothing to worry about.

Hey, Miss Miles. How
long are we looking at?

Don't know. Up to the governor.

Could I please get a
hand with these bags?

- I'll do it.
- I can't move them on my own.

BOOMER: Franky?

Ohh. I thought
you'd lost your voice.

I was enjoying the
peace and quiet.

Um, I need to,
uh... To talk to you

for some advice and stuff.

- FRANKY: Yeah, what about?
- It's all right.

It's about Daz and me
sister, but, um, it's private.

We need someone like Maxine.

You don't need her. You got me.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Um, anyway, uh...

[Sighs] Trina came
to see me, right?

- Hey, hold that.
- And she told...

Hey, I'll help you.
No, no. Put it down.

- Okay.
- All right, you ready?

- Yes.
- Okay, one, two, three.

Okay.

You don't need two people to
hold one bloody bag, do you?

Look...

FRANKY: Are we just
chucking them in the doorway?

You don't want to break a nail.

- BOOMER: Get off.
- [Laughter]

MAXINE: Sure.

FRANKY: Get a mani-pedi.

- [Joints cracking]
- BOOMER: Oh!

Are you all right?

[Straining] Sweet.

- Are you sure?
- Sweet. I'm sweet.

It's hard being away
from them, yeah?

Leaving them out
there all on their own.

Carly's all right. She
can take care of herself.

Brayden's dangerous.
You know that.

If Carly's working with him, God
knows what she's getting into.

Who said anything about Brayden?

Anyway, she's too smart
to do anything stupid.

Yeah, but she might not
even know it until it's too late.

If you could do something
to guarantee her safety,

to protect her, would you?

What are you talking about?

Get me a name.
Someone on the outside.

Someone I can use
to get to Brayden.

Are you fucking kidding me?

No. A name and a
number, and I'll sort it out.

I thought you were
smarter than this.

[Cellphone chimes]

[Rings]

What?

- VERA: Did he find you?
- Who?

Fletch. He...

He knows you took the journal.

What the hell are you talk...

Shit.

What?

Will, what happened?

Someone's broken into my place.

VERA: Will?

- Jesus Christ.
- Will?

Vera, I've got to go.
I've got to call the cops.

No. No, don't do that.

Someone's broken in.

I think it was Fletch.

Do you want to tell me
what the fuck is going on?

Okay, stay there.

Do not call the police. I
am coming straight over.

Since when did Fletch
keep a fucking diary?

His psychologist made him do it.

[Chuckles] Yeah. I
can guess what's in it.

So you didn't take it?

I don't want to read
his bullshit, okay?

Was anything stolen?

No, he didn't want my
fucking Blu-ray, that's for sure.

- I can't believe he'd do this.
- You know what?

I've had it with him.

I swear to God,

I should just call the cops
and have him locked up.

Don't do that.

Give me one good
reason why not, Vera.

Because you'll blow this
whole thing wide open.

Do you really want to
discuss your personal life

in front of the
police or a court?

Now, I know Fletch did the
wrong thing. I'm not excusing that.

But it wasn't just him.

It was Meg too.

- Will?
- Get out.

[Sighs]

- At least sleep on it.
- Out!

[Breathing deeply]

[Cellphone rings]

[Exhales sharply]

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

H Block are now
called for dinner.

[Indistinct conversations]

Hey, Maxine. Hey.
Want to come sit with us?

No, I'm... I'm fine here.

- Back trouble?
- BOOMER: Nah.

Piss off Simmo, okay?
I'm fine. Give my fork back.

Okay, then.

[Grunts]

Jenkins, pick the fork up.

Can't help myself.

The bitch nearly kneecapped me.

Lucky I was there to stop her.

I've got some cash coming
from the sale of my house.

I can pay someone.
Anything they want.

You can take a cut too. Yeah?

Carly will be safe.

Carly's safe now.

What? Really?
You really think that?

You don't even know
what job she's doing.

I told you. Waitressing.

Oh, come on.

I thought you were
smarter than this.

Maybe it's like voodoo pain.

You know, from Trina
stabbing me in the back, eh?

[Chuckles]

- Does it hurt when I press here?
- Mnh-mnh.

No?

I mean, you expect it from
your girlfriends, don't you?

Especially if your
ex is really hot.

But you don't frigging expect
your sister to be blowing him.

- What about here?
- No.

Oh! Oh! Yeah.

Okay. All right.
Just stay there.

[Groans]

- DOREEN: Hey, Franky?
- FRANKY: What?

DOREEN: I still
haven't heard from Nash.

FRANKY: Well, what do
you want me to do about it?

DOREEN: I thought maybe you
could get a note to him for me.

FRANKY: Oh, yeah, sure.

Then we can play hopscotch
and braid each other's hair.

[Sighs] Please, Franky.
Come on. Help me out.

You're such a little
sook, aren't you?

I just want to
know Nash is okay.

FRANKY: All right. Go
write your love letter.

Thanks, Franky.

DOREEN: Oh, I owe you one.

Yeah, you'd better believe
it. What about a lap dance?

DOREEN: [Laughs]

What are you doing?

Just take a seat,
please. Back on the bed.

I was just checking...

I'm gonna get the
doctor to prescribe you

some anti-inflammatories, okay?

Uh-huh. Hey, you won't
tell anyone, will you?

I have to file a report.

Oh, yeah, yeah, but
don't tell any of the women.

I don't want them thinking
I'm a wuss or nothing.

No, it's all right. Your
secret's safe with me.

OFFICER ON RADIO: Sierra
Three down to medical center.

[Door unlocks, opens]

Thanks, mate.

Right, let's get
down to business.

And you are?

Ben Fisher.

You took your time.

Yeah, got held
up. Office drinks.

Uh, I can't find your
file. It's Max, isn't it?

- It's Maxine.
- Huh?

I did request a female lawyer.

Well, I requested Beyoncé
and a Lamborghini.

It's legal aid, mate. You
get what you're given.

Now, one sec. Just
need a refresher.

Uh, paperwork says you
want to plead not guilty.

Yes.

But you admitted in
your police statement

that you stabbed
him with scissors.

That's right, yes.

Well, that's a problem.

No, it was unintentional.

I made a mistake.
[Inhales sharply]

I still love... I
still love him.

So it was a crime of passion?

I'm not a danger to society.

Unless you've got scissors.

[Chuckles] I'm
just joking, mate.

Listen, I'm not your mate, okay?

And I would appreciate
it if you did your job

and helped me get out of here.

You want the truth?

Basically you haven't
got a hope in hell.

You signed a confession.

Might as well change
your plea to guilty.

Thank you for your
carefully considered advice.

You can go back
to your office drinks.

FLETCH: This is personal.
We need to talk about it.

You think it's gonna
disappear just...

Fucking... Fucking...

You can sit with me if you like.

Why? 'Cause you're the queen?

It's uncanny.

Who was your visitor?

- Legal aid lawyer.
- Bad news?

Well, he's 12. He's useless.

And he's transphobic.

Well, you know, if there's
genuine discrimination,

you can get rid of him.

- Really?
- Sure.

You stabbed your
fella, right? Yeah?

That's level three. It's
20 years on the top.

You want to make
sure you've got a suit

who knows what they're doing.

What's your defense?

That it... That it's
a crime of passion.

Nah. Nah.

You want to claim
diminished capacity.

I don't... I don't know what
"diminished capacity" is.

It means the hormones you're
on affected your judgment.

And then there's the
family-violence defense.

How... How do you know all this?

Gonna be a shit-hot
lawyer one day.

Hey, Franks.

- You got a minute?
- No, I'm busy, Booms.

- [Sniffles]
- You know what?

I could use someone
like you on my crew.

What does that mean?

Well, someone, you know, strong.

I'm not gonna be
your henchwoman.

- There was no henching implied.
- Oh, there was hench.

- Was there, now?
- Yes, there was.

Look at you
picking up on a hint.

You were so
definitive about that.

[Laughing] I... Well... Yes.

[Knocking on door]

VERA: Fletch?

Fletch?

Fletch, are you there?

[Knocking on door]

[Vomits]

You said there wasn't a problem.

It's all there in writing.

I'd hoped we'd be
able to work together,

but I don't think I can do that.

I'm resigning before I
do something I regret.

Take my advice.

Don't make life-changing
decisions when you're emotional.

- It's not emotion.
- Emotion leads to mistakes.

Like this one.

You two have been
friends for a very long time.

I'm sure you can undo
whatever's been done.

I doubt it.

A resignation will
go on your record.

It'll raise questions
with future employers.

You don't want that.

I'll give you a couple
of days to reconsider,

then we can have this
conversation again, hmm?

You're a good
officer, Mr. Jackson.

I need you.

And so do the women.

[Indistinct conversations]

Beans.

FRANKY: Ah, you want my help.

Yes, I've been reading up on...

[Indistinct conversation]

I said beans, you retard.

[Polish accent] This is beans.

[Snorts]

LIZ: Oh, BFFs.

Best friends, mate.

Hey! Hey, hey, hey!

Shit. You all right?

- BOOMER: [Groaning]
- Grow up!

I'm all right. I'm all right.

Okay, okay. Hang on,
hang on. I'll get your chair.

BOOMER: Yep. Ta.

What are you looking at?

Why do you keep doing that?

[Laughing]

Might as well make the most
of it while she's out of action.

What's wrong with her?

Who cares?

You look shattered.

Didn't sleep well.

Yeah, I'd be worried
too, if I was you.

Don't start that again.

You know, Brayden will
use Carly if he's not already.

I mean it. Shut up.

What if he's seducing
her like he did Deb, hmm?

Or getting her
hooked on something?

How do you know he's
not in Thailand with her,

using her as a drug mule?

She gets caught, she's
in a Thai prison for life.

Or dead.

Carly's not stupid like Deb was.

Yeah. You keep
telling yourself that.

Why... Why didn't
you tell me, Mum?

Is that why you
haven't come to visit?

No, it's just 'cause...

'cause you promised
you'd visit, that's all.

Hey. Let me in for some smokes?

Oh, yeah.

BOOMER: Don't
you want to see me?

- Hey, hurry up.
- Fuck off!

Not you, Mum.

Mum?

Mum?

You stupid bitch!

I need to call my
husband. It's important.

- VERA: Hey!
- I don't give a shit.

This way, girls. Simmo's
not using the phone anymore.

- Oh, fuck!
- Jenkins, what's going on?

Nothing. Nothing.

Simmo's just
finished, that's all.

All right. Slater, back
to your unit, then.

- You'll regret this.
- Yeah, I doubt it.

- Jenkins, you too.
- That's a promise.

Yeah, I'm going.

DOREEN: Hey.

Yeah, stick it on the
bed. I'll get it to Nash.

I've worded up Smiles.

Cool. Thanks. Ah, don't read it.

I won't. Don't want to throw up.

[Laughs]

- FRANKY: Hey.
- Yeah?

- Did you get what I wanted?
- Oh, yeah.

OFFICER ON P.A.:
Attention, compound.

All women to report to
assigned work duties.

- Booms!
- Oh, she's not in her cell.

Come on, we got to go.

- Done?
- All good.

[Humming tune]

- You seen Booms?
- No.

FRANKY: Hey, Lizzie.

- Liz.
- Yeah?

You seen Booms?

No, not since brekkie. Why?

SKY: Maybe she's in
medical with her back?

- What's wrong with her back?
- Oh, I don't know.

She, like, pulled it
out or something, eh?

Dumbwaiter's on the blink again.

Yeah! Less work for
us ladies. [Chuckles]

The busier we are, the
quicker the day goes.

No, you just need
better drugs, eh?

The days fly by. Whoo!

LINDA: Any of you
know where Jenkins is?

- No.
- No.

OFFICER ON RADIO:
Sierra Three to Sierra Six.

She's not in her
unit or in medical.

Copy that.

Sierra Six to all officers,

Sue Jenkins has failed
to report to the work unit.

Roger, Sierra Six.

OFFICER ON P.A. Attention,
compound. This is a lockdown.

All women are to
remain in their units

until further notice.

Okay, everyone back to work.

We'll return you to
your cells shortly.

What have you done to her? Hmm?

- Don't look at me.
- Huh?

You went off at her
in the phone queue.

You said you were gonna get her.

Oh, what would you know?
You're off your face most of the time.

I know what I heard.

Desperate to call your
old man, weren't you, huh?

What's she talking about?

Oh, don't listen to
her. She's a junkie!

- What have you done to her?
- Nothing, I swear.

If you've done
anything to hurt her,

you're gonna be leaving
here in a body bag.

Hey, she didn't do
anything, Franky.

Hands off, Doyle.

- We're good.
- Get back to work.

I want a thorough search
before we contact police.

We'll do the building first,

then get the prisoners
back in their cells.

Workmen were
fixing the security gate

by the boiler room.

- There could have been a breach.
- Check it out.

Vera, you'll handle
Blocks A through D.

Yes, Governor.

Come with me.

No, go ahead. I'll
catch up with you later.

I was calling you last night.

I went to your house.
Where were you?

- Why the lockdown? What's...
- Jenkins is missing.

What the hell were you thinking,
breaking into Will's house?

- He almost called the police.
- What?

I didn't break into
Will's house, Vera.

He knows it was you.

You told me to
leave it, so I did. I...

FERGUSON: What's the holdup?

[Clears throat] Yeah,
I'm on my way, Governor.

Just stay away from him.

- You're late.
- Ah, yeah. Sorry, Governor.

Traffic was a bitch.

You have trouble
dressing this morning?

Jenkins is missing.

Workers were fixing the
gate in the boiler room.

You'd better check it out.

See if there's been
a breach, hmm?

So, you tried calling Spitz?

Yeah.

Look, I'm sorry if
I freaked you out.

[Chuckling] Oh.

What's this, reverse psychology?

No.

Listen, when Deb was younger,

I promised her
that she would live

a really long and happy life.

Brayden Holt took
her before her time,

and that is why I want him dead.

I understand. I really do.

But Carly wouldn't get
involved with Brayden.

Not like that.

FRANKY: Sky.

SKY: [Groans] Franky...

Miss Miles?

Got something for you.

Stick with me, and I can
get you whatever you want.

I already told you, I'm
not joining anyone's crew.

Well, you saw it. I
look after my girls.

Yeah. I saw it.

If that were true,

you'd be worried about
Boomer right now, not yourself.

Thank you, but they're
not my colors. Excuse me.

Sierra One to Sierra
Six, H4 is clear.

You can return the
women to their unit.

LINDA: Roger that.

Okay, H4. You can come with me.

I'll be back for H2 when
we get the all-clear.

Come on.

[Clanking]

Come on, Jenkins.

Game's over. Let's go.

Come on. Out you come.

She's not here.

Listen, Vera told
me about your house.

I had nothing to
do with it, okay?

Yeah. Just like you didn't send
those texts or slash my tires.

What are you talking about?
I know nothing about that.

- What texts?
- Get out of my way.

No, mate, no. You're
gonna hear me out, okay?

You're gonna hear me out.

What?

Does your shrink want a few
more pages for your journal, eh?

So you read it, then?

I didn't read your
fucking journal.

I didn't break into
your fucking house!

That's bullshit!

It wasn't Meg that made
the first move, okay?

Okay? It was me.

It was all me.

And I wouldn't take
no for an answer.

Why are you doing
this, Fletch, eh?

Do you want to be
punished? Is that it, eh?

Will that make your
guilt go away? Will it?

- Maybe.
- Maybe?

- Yeah.
- Maybe?

You want to talk? Let's
fucking hear details then, eh?

Let's hear details, Fletch, eh?

How many times did
you fuck her, Fletch? Eh?

How many times did you fuck her?

Where did you do it?
My place, your place?

Did you blow on her?
Did she fucking like it?

You want to talk,
let's fucking talk!

It was half a dozen times. Okay?

My place mostly.

A few times in the car,
and once in an alleyway.

- An alleyway?
- Yeah.

So you and my wife in
a fucking alleyway, eh?

Yeah, yeah, it was
great. I really got off on it.

- [Grunting]
- Come on!

Hit me! Come on. Come on.

You know what? You're
not fucking worth it.

You know that
baby Meg got rid of?

I reckon that was my baby.

[Breathing heavily]

[Groans]

Your daughter
looked well yesterday.

Yeah, she's excited. She's
going to Thailand on the weekend.

Half her luck.

[Both grunting]

I'd kill for a bit of
romance in the sun.

Oh, it's not that
sort of holiday.

She hasn't got a boyfriend.

Really? She was all
over him in the car park.

No, no, Carly was
here with her dad.

Yeah, but she left
with someone else.

Pretty sure it was Brayden Holt.

Fuck you.

[Grunting]

[Gasping]

[Coughing]

What's wrong with her?

[Gate locks]

Leave us.

- I just need to finish this...
- It wasn't a suggestion.

You lied to me.

You said this was over.

This cannot go on.

If you find it impossible
to control your behavior,

you should resign.

[Chuckles] I beg your pardon?

You have an attitude
problem, Mr. Fletcher.

I don't care if it's because

you missed out on
the governorship...

If Will wants me to
leave, then I'll leave.

But I'm not leaving
because you want me to.

All right.

Then we'll do it the hard way.

You fire me,

and I'll go straight
to Channing.

I'll go straight to the board.

I'm the one sitting here
with the cuts and bruises.

How's that gonna
look, Governor, huh?

You should be very careful how
you speak to me, Mr. Fletcher.

Very careful indeed.

The compound's
still being searched,

so you'll be
confined to your unit.

Well, how long's
that gonna take?

- Don't know.
- 'Cause I've got plans.

I've got to fit in some shopping
and a Brazilian wax before 5:00.

- BOOMER: Liz!
- [Pounding]

What's that?

- [Pounding]
- Booms?

- BOOMER: Liz!
- It's her!

Let her out.

- DOREEN: Oh, Boomer.
- [Groaning]

- FRANKY: Booms!
- [Gasping] Holy crap!

G'day, Miss Miles.
How's it going?

Sierra Six to Sierra
Three, I've found Jenkins.

Copy that, Sierra Six.

Miss Miles has got Jenkins.

Vera, I heard.

- Bring her up straightaway.
- Yes, Governor.

- Call off the search.
- Will do.

Shut the door.

I guess you can accept
my resignation now.

You are not the
problem. Mr. Fletcher is.

But your actions today
have complicated things.

He now looks like the victim.

I can't work with him anymore.

You won't have to. I
will sort something out.

I'm sorry.

I'm better than this.

- What?
- I am better than this.

That's why I'm giving
you one last chance.

I need you to do me a
favor and burn that journal.

You get this through
your thick head...

I don't have your journal.

You come near my place
again, I will call the cops.

Think about it. I would
have used the key, huh?

The spare that's
in the pot plant.

If I was gonna break in,
I might have used that.

I was down there
trying to fix the thing,

and the door just shut on me.

What, all by itself?

Yeah.

Well, the officers
searched that area.

Why didn't you call out before?

'Cause I didn't want
to get busted, did I?

[Chuckles]

Who locked you in there?

No one. I told you.

The laundry chute has
been playing up a bit lately.

Yeah.

I bet all the women are
laughing at me, aren't they?

Oh, God, you know,
it must be terrible,

being the brunt of
other people's jokes.

I bet Franky only
keeps you around

because, well, you're useful.

She never even came forward

and expressed her
concern, did she, Vera?

You know, none of
them did. No. None.

You don't owe them
anything, Jenkins.

It's time you started
looking out for yourself.

Now, you tell me how Franky is
bringing the contraband in here

and I will move
you to protection

with maximum privileges.

What... What sort of privileges?

Extra visits. Extra spend.

Bigger TV.

Maybe even a games console.

Sonic the Hedgehog?

'Cause I like Sonic
the Hedgehog.

You tell me what
you know, Boomer.

You can have whatever you want.

Can you give us a minute?

- LINDA: Make it quick.
- Yeah.

BOOMER: [Sighs]

You okay?

Seen Ferguson?

Don't worry. I
didn't say nothing.

She's sending me to the slot.

I missed you.

You locked yourself
in there, didn't you?

Didn't know I'd get
stuck in there, did I?

- [Laughs]
- Doofus.

Right, Jenkins, let's go.

I know I've been busy,
but when you get out,

we'll have a proper chat, okay?

- Yeah.
- Talk about your dumbass sister.

Ohh! Oh ho!

Dumb?

Come on.

See ya. See ya.

[Footsteps]

I'll get you the name.

Someone who can
take care of Brayden.

What you do with it
after that is up to you.

[Indistinct conversations]

- Hey.
- Hey, darls.

Is Carly seeing Brayden?

What?

You heard me. Is
she seeing Brayden?

She's a teenager. I
don't know what she does.

Why?

You got that name?

Tell your mate to
call her Uncle Morgan.

And tell her to be careful.

What's Vinnie doing
about getting me out?

It's happening.

Good.

But he wants
something in return.

Bea Smith.

I don't understand.

The hit's still on.

Vinnie wants her dead.

And you're doing it.

[Civil Twilight's "Too
Far Gone" plays]

♪ Some things a man
should never know ♪

♪ Some streets a man
should never walk on ♪

♪ Some thoughts a
man should never think ♪

♪ Some sides a man
should never show ♪

♪ Let me be ♪

♪ I'm too far gone ♪

♪ Let me be ♪

♪ I'm too far gone ♪

♪ Just let me lie ♪

♪ Under the weight
of what I've done ♪

♪ I'm too far gone ♪

♪ Too far ♪

♪ Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone ♪