Wentworth (2013–…): Season 2, Episode 6 - The Pink Dragon - full transcript
Help her!
Would you go and get some help?!
[Groans]
[Crying] Oh, God, I'm sorry.
- Is that your daughter?
- Yeah.
She's got herself
tied up with the Holts.
Brayden's dangerous.
You know that.
If Carly's working with him, God
knows what she's getting into.
Who said anything about Brayden?
She was all over
him in the car park.
I'm pretty sure it
was Brayden Holt.
BEA: Brayden will use
Carly if he's not already.
How do you know he's not
using her as a drug mule?
Get me a name.
Someone on the outside.
Someone I could
use to get to Brayden.
- Are you fucking kidding me?
- No.
A name and a number,
and I'll sort it out.
Tell your mate to
call her Uncle Morgan.
What's Vinnie doing
about getting me out?
He wants something
in return. Bea Smith.
Vinnie wants her dead,
and you're doing it.
♪ 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 ♪
Ohhh!
Holy shit. She...
She's on the roof.
What the fuck is she doing?
BOOMER: [Laughs]
FERGUSON: I want to
know how this could happen.
She climbed the fence
next to the building
and got onto the fire escape.
What, in full view of
the officers on yard duty?
Well, I ordered
her to come down,
but she's too wired to stop.
How are there drugs
in this prison again?
Sierra Four calling Sierra
Two. I'm on the roof. Over.
I want this resolved
immediately with no casualty.
- Is that clear?
- Roger that, Governor.
SKY: Oooh. [Laughs]
- Birdsworth, be careful.
- Oh, shit.
Just let me see if I can
talk her down, all right?
- Liz!
- 'Cause she trusts me. Please.
Just give us a go.
- Sky!
- Liz! [Laughs]
- Hey.
- Liz!
- Is she trying to kill herself?
- No, she's just high.
I can't... I can't watch this.
Look at this.
What are you doing here, love?
[Breathing heavily]
Look at all this, eh?
They're all fluffy like
Philly cheese, eh?
LINDA: Inside now.
- Some of your product, Franky?
- You want a taste, Red?
You come and sit with me,
and we can look at the
Philly cheese together, darling.
No, no. I'm out of here.
W-Where to, love?
I'm gonna fly over that
wall and leave this shithole!
- Yeah!
- Jenkins!
Get inside now
or get in the slot.
No. No way. I want
to see the splat.
Come away from
the edge, Sky darling,
'cause if you fall, you're
gonna hurt yourself.
No, not fall!
Fucking fly!
- No!
- Aah!
[Groans]
[Laughs]
Sky, you silly
bugger. Are you right?
I want to know how
these drugs are getting in.
I have no idea.
I know you care about the
welfare of these women, Liz.
You fear for them.
It's what's made you
an excellent peer worker.
But you're coming
up for parole soon.
What's gonna happen
when you're not here?
Without you, Franky
Doyle is going to run riot.
It won't be long before
someone else dies,
just like that poor Korean girl.
What was her name?
Her name was Su-Yun.
Hmm. Su-Yun.
You can prevent that, Liz.
Talk to me.
[Sighs]
She's not talking.
Organize a ramp.
I want these drugs found.
FLETCH: Birdsworth.
Governor.
Is she okay?
She's in medical coming down.
I don't want a serve.
Well, I'm gonna give you one.
You talk about these
women being family,
and then you pump
them full of crap gear.
I didn't know that
gear was crap.
And I don't force
them to use the shit.
Oh, Franky, mate.
That's a fucking cop-out,
and you know it is.
It has to stop.
We've just had Sky
on the frigging roof.
How would you
feel if she'd jumped?
OFFICER ON P.A.:
Attention, compound.
A lockdown is now in force.
All prisoners must return
to their units immediately.
They're doing a ramp!
[Dog barking]
Be ruthless. I want results.
The total yield was a few small
amounts of various substances.
- Personal-use amounts?
- Yes.
No one is talking
about the source?
I'm afraid not, Governor.
Well, someone's bringing
in those drugs for Doyle.
She's too smart
to do it herself.
We're gonna find out who it is.
Come here, Vera.
[Clears throat] Yes, Governor.
This is a visitors log.
Last week...
and today.
Anything stand out to you?
Simone Slater's husband
is visiting for the third
time in two weeks.
- That's unusual.
- More than unusual.
VERA: Right.
I want you to
monitor that visit.
- Keep a close eye on them.
- Yes, Governor.
That gear you gave
me last week was shit.
Had a bad effect on
one of the women.
Yeah?
Someone put the
chocolates in the fridge,
and the stick mags
are out of date.
What do you think we're running
here, a fucking supermarket?
Listen, asshole, I've got a
responsibility to those women.
They trust me to
bring in decent gear
that's not gonna fuck 'em up.
Oh, a little firecracker,
aren't you, eh?
Reckon you'd go off
like a frog in a sock.
Not that you'll ever know.
Oh, don't be like
that now, baby, eh?
Promise I'll do
better next time.
Yeah, you'd better. Otherwise
the arrangement's over.
I'll, uh...
get you some Pink Dragon.
Pink Dragon?
Yeah. It's real pure.
Potent as. Satisfaction
guaranteed, babe.
- Guaranteed?
- Yeah.
You'll be an absolute
fucking legend.
It'll cost you, but.
Doyle, no fraternization
with the male prisoners.
Ugh!
Don't make me gag, Miss Miles.
Get back to work, mate.
[Beep, gate unlocks]
Hey. You got a visit?
Yeah.
You're gonna get
me that number, right?
Spitz said he'd look into it.
Yeah, and he's gonna
give it to you today, yeah?
LINDA: Smith! Get back to work.
Get me that number.
MALCOLM: What's
the fucking holdup?
Just get it done,
for Christ's sake.
I do her
and I walk around with a
massive fucking target on my head.
And you know what
it'll mean if I get caught.
15 to 20 years in
here. I can't hack that.
Find a way to do it so
no one can pin it on you.
It's not that easy.
And I'm not a murderer,
and Bea Smith's
my only ally in here.
Darl, you know
what's Vinnie's like.
Remember what
happened to Kat's brother?
That could be me or Carly.
Not if you take him out instead.
Don't make a fucking joke of it.
I don't mean you, but
what about that bloke?
You know, the name you gave me?
Call him. He'll take care of it.
Forget it. It's too risky.
Where will we get the
money from anyway?
Listen...
You've got to do this.
You have to do this,
or I'm a dead man.
- What did he pass you, Slater?
- Nothing.
You might as
well give it up now.
I'm gonna find it anyway.
Is this how you get
your kicks? How pathetic.
Fine. Have it your way. Kit off.
FERGUSON: Nothing?
Nothing.
Hmm.
And what was your impression
from the conversation?
He seemed to be pressuring
her about something,
and she mentioned Bea Smith.
Bea Smith.
Wouldn't be the first time
Smith has brought in
drugs for someone else.
When she was new and green,
but she wouldn't be that
much of a pushover now
after what happened
to her daughter.
True.
Keep an eye on Slater. I'm
convinced she's up to something.
Yes, Governor.
[Beep, gate unlocks]
Miss Miles? Can I just go
and show Doreen the plants?
- Yeah.
- Thank you.
- How you going?
- Good.
I really, really want you.
Good.
Hey, listen, babe...
The gear that Bates
is gonna give to Franky
is not all it's cracked
up to be, all right?
What do you mean?
A couple of guys OD'd
the other day from it.
- What?!
- Yeah, right.
He's calling it Pink Dragon
like it's something real
fucking great, but it's...
Ladies, that's it for today.
Pack up. Back to your units.
Come on, fellas.
That's it. Pack it up.
- NASH: Bye-bye.
- See ya.
[Engine starts]
LIZ: Doreen, what do you
expect me to do about it?
How about giving
Franky a heads-up?
Oh, she would not piss on me
if I was on fire at the moment.
- It has to stop.
- Yeah, but how?
I don't know, but I'm
not gonna sit on my ass
and watch someone else OD.
- You're not gonna lag, are you?
- No. No, of course not.
Please don't start a shit
storm. Just promise me...
Promise you what, darl?
Just promise me you're not
gonna stuff up the garden.
You mean Nash.
- Birdsworth.
- Yeah, yeah.
[Footsteps]
- Hey.
- Hey.
So?
No. Doesn't look like I'll
be getting out early after all.
I've got that contact
for you, though.
But I've got to set it up.
Okay.
I just need to know that
you can get the money.
Oh, yeah? Why's that?
You're not thinking of
ripping me off, are you?
Of course not.
It's just the guy will
only deal with me.
And he'll need half up front
given that the target's a Holt.
- I told you I'm good for it.
- Guaranteed?
Guaranteed.
[Laughs]
Boss.
Hey, Mr. Jackson.
How's Sky doing?
She's okay.
She's in the wet cells
under observation.
Been there, done that.
Yeah. You had the deluxe suite.
What is it, Slater?
I want to request that my
uncle be added to my call list.
I just heard from my husband.
He's really sick, and I
need to call him urgently.
I'll see what I can do.
- FRANKY: How much?
- WOMAN: I've got 200 on me.
- 250.
- [Sighs]
- Fuck off, then.
- All right, deal. Deal.
What's up your ass?
Nothing.
If I don't do it,
someone else will.
I'm not hungry. I'm
gonna go back to the cell.
Liz, what...?
What's wrong with her?
[Sighs]
FERGUSON: I know this is a
very difficult decision for you.
But you know in your
heart it's the right one.
I'm worried for the
safety of the women.
That is the only
reason I'm doing this.
Talk to me.
There's a bad stash of
gear coming into the prison.
It's called Pink Dragon.
Who's bringing it in?
Is it Slater?
I don't know.
- How is it being smuggled?
- I don't know that either.
I just got wind of it. I
heard some junkies talking.
Liz, if you don't tell
me how it's coming in,
I can't possibly
intercept it, now, can I?
Oh, fuck.
If the junkies get their hands
on it, another death may result.
Do you really want
that on your conscience?
Do you?
You can't halve the
women's methadone
and not expect this
shit to start happening.
As soon as it gets
here, I'll let you know.
That is the best I can do.
Very well.
Feels better, doesn't it?
Doing the right thing.
I feel like Judas.
It could be the number
of a drug supplier.
Very good, Vera. You
can leave this with me.
It's me.
I have a name and number
I want you to check out.
Good!
Good, Joan, but remember,
selecting the accurate
time to start your attack
is as important as
the choice of attack.
Yes? Draw their advance.
Once... Once you've lured them,
then parry and thrust!
[Breathing heavily]
I've got that
information you wanted.
Drug dealer?
Contract killer.
- Shit.
- That number won't connect.
It hasn't been approved.
Oh, Slater.
So sorry to hear
about your uncle.
Oh, no.
Fuck! Fuck!
[Groans]
Oh, Mr. Fletcher.
I spoke to the governor
at Walford the other day.
Vacancy coming up there shortly.
And you immediately
thought of me?
Aah!
[Sobbing]
Fuck off!
Get the fuck out of here!
[Groans]
Forget about Slater.
She's not bringing in drugs.
What about the phone request?
Whatever that's
about, I've shut it down.
And Doyle, do you
want me to question her?
Hmm?
Franky Doyle.
Should I question her?
No, no, no, no. All
we have to do is wait.
Be patient. Be vigilant.
We allow her enough rope...
And we'll catch her
with this Pink Dragon.
No more top dog.
If you create a power vacuum,
someone else will step up.
FERGUSON: That's fine.
Thank you, Vera.
[Door opens]
[Door closes]
[Distorted indistinct
conversations]
Simmo, what's wrong?
Oh, shit. Has
something happened?
They won't let me
contact that guy.
Ferguson's blocked the number.
Fucking hopeless.
Carly is gonna get
sucked in by the Holts,
and I'm stuck in here.
I'm fucked!
I'm fucked.
Hey...
We'll work something
out. All right?
OFFICER ON P.A.:
Attention, compound.
Exercise period is now over.
[Clears throat] Come on.
I'm telling you, I can't do it.
I can't do what Vinnie wants.
Listen, listen.
You can take care of yourself
but you've got to make
sure that Carly is safe.
I don't know,
maybe... maybe tell her
to stay overseas or something.
You're asking me to do
something you can't do.
I'm sorry.
[Sniffles]
Listen, listen.
You can take care of yourself
but you've got to make
sure that Carly is safe.
I don't know,
maybe... maybe tell her
to stay overseas or something.
MALCOLM: Oh, for crying
out loud, you stupid bitch!
You have to do Bea Smith!
What do you think is
gonna happen to me?
You've got to do it!
WOMAN: Will you miss me?
MAN: I will. I will for sure.
WOMAN: Yes.
MAN: Gonna be very
quiet around the house.
[Woman laughs]
Are you serious? What
are you doing here?
- I need to see Franky.
- Yeah?
Maybe she doesn't
want to see you
because we don't
like slags in here.
- Shut up, you stupid bitch.
- You shut up!
- Do you want to go?!
- Hey, shut the fuck up!
What do you want?
Now that you've
interrupted my study.
A hit.
BOOMER: [Laughs]
Junkies never change, do they?
And you're coming to me.
Have you got the cash on you?
Booms. Go.
I need a fit too.
Have fun, Simmo.
[Footsteps]
[Knocks]
Hey. I just came
to see if you were...
Oh, shit.
Simmo?
- Hey! Can you hear me?
- [Grunts]
Hey, Simmo! Wake up.
Come on. Open your eyes!
We need help here!
- Come on. Shit.
- Somebody! Help!
- Hey! Simmo! Simmo!
- Guard!
BEA: Look at me. It's Bea.
Wake up. Can you hear me?
[Footsteps]
It's Slater, Governor.
She OD'd, but
she's gonna be okay.
Smith found her
and raised the alarm.
I see. How ironic.
When the nurse
has her stabilized,
cuff her to the bed.
She can spend the
night in the infirmary.
Do you think handcuffs
are necessary?
If she's suicidal, we don't
want her wandering off
and trying it again, now, do we?
Yes, of course.
Keep her under
constant observation.
Yes, Governor.
Actually, um...
I'm gonna have to
get some other officers
to take care of Slater.
Why is that?
Ah, my mother's on stronger
pain medication at the moment,
but it's not really
working, so things at...
I know I assured you that I
wouldn't let issues at home...
Vera, enough. I understand.
Go home to your mum.
It's just she's extremely, um...
She has a strong personality.
Thank you.
RITA: Vera!
Bloody... [Whimpering]
Mum, I've called
palliative care.
It's two hours till I can
give you another shot.
Oh, I can't wait!
I know. Okay?
I can give you a slow-release
OxyContin to tide you over.
Yes? Well, just get on with it!
Okay.
RITA: [Whimpering softly]
Here you go. Come on.
Come on.
Okay. Here you go.
- That's it. Good.
- [Slurping]
Okay.
Mum!
Mum, you have to swallow it!
Spit it out. Spit! Spit!
- [Doorbell rings]
- Oh, God!
[Coughs, crying]
Oh, it's all right. It's okay.
[Gasps]
[Moans]
[Doorbell rings]
Governor.
I know you've got
your hands full.
I've just brought you some food.
Oh, I'm...
Thank... Thank you.
I'm just in the middle of
something at the moment.
- Yeah, yeah.
- Would you like to come in?
No, no, no. I don't
want to interrupt.
RITA: Vera!
I have to go. Sorry,
I have to see to her.
RITA: Vera!
Mum, you're... you're fine.
Who's that?
Um, Mum, this is my
boss, Governor Ferguson.
FERGUSON: Hello.
I'm very pleased to
meet you, Mrs. Bennett.
Vera has told me
so much about you.
Um, Miss Ferguson has
kindly brought us some dinner.
It'll be a damn sight better
than what you've
been feeding me.
VERA: I have to puree her
food. She has difficulty swallowing.
I have difficulty swallowing
the muck she gives me.
I'm sure Vera is doing
her very best, Rita.
She tries, but she can't cut it.
It's the story of her life.
She's like this at
work too, I bet, huh?
[Whispering]
Mum, I think that's
enough for now, don't you?
Vera, I need
something for the pain!
VERA: Yeah. Yep.
I'll get you something.
Look, why don't you
do what you need to do?
I'll just heat one of these
up for the two of you.
Oh, no, I don't want to
put you to any trouble.
No trouble at all. Just point
me in the direction of the kitchen.
That way.
I'm sorry about Mum.
She's a bit delirious.
- Hey, don't apologize.
- All the medication.
She's got quite
a cocktail there.
Half of them don't
seem to work anymore.
These orange ones are
supposed to knock out a horse.
They barely touch her.
RITA: Vera!
Thanks for this.
ROSE: She's recovered
well. Physically, at least.
Dr. Rasham thinks it
was a deliberate OD.
So has he prescribed
any medication?
Yes, he's put her on a
course of antidepressants.
That's very good.
Then I think she
can return to her unit.
It'll take some time for...
Get back into her
routine soon as possible.
Remove her cuffs.
[Indistinct conversations]
- Hey.
- Hey.
Look, I've been thinking...
Maybe you should
give me the number,
and I can sort it out, yeah?
Oh, jeez. Maybe you
should have let me die.
Hey. That's the thanks I get?
Oh...
Would you just give
me the fucking number?
Fuck you!
You know what? Fuck you!
Fuck you.
You've got to stop feeling
so sorry for yourself, Simmo.
You're not special.
Everyone's been
through shit in this place.
You have everything to live for.
You have a beautiful
daughter and a loving husband,
and they're both
still there for you.
Nothing is more
important than that.
Okay, settle down, Smith.
Go have your breakfast.
So you need to find the guts
to do what you
have to to survive,
like every single one of
these women has had to do.
You hear me?
You need to sort
your shit, Simmo,
and fucking toughen up!
- WOMAN: Whoo!
- [Rhythmic banging]
Okay, that's enough, ladies!
Settle down, ladies!
Calm down, please!
[Rhythmic banging continues]
Calm down!
You gave Simmo a
serve this morning.
Is everything okay?
- Yeah.
- Yeah?
BOOMER: [Laughs]
- [Bird cheeping]
- Hey.
Hey.
Mr. Faulkner, can
I just show Dor?
- Yeah, go on.
- Thank you, sir.
Hey, Dor.
- Oh, what's happened?
- No, he's okay, he's okay.
He just got out of his box
and fell right on
his ass, didn't you?
Aww!
- I think he was trying to fly.
- Really?
Hello.
- Hey!
- Want to see?
Yeah. Go on.
- NASH: All right.
- Give him a go. See how he goes.
NASH: Here you go, Baz.
DOREEN: He's so cute!
Isn't he?
Maybe if I chuck him
off the roof, he'll fly.
- DOREEN: Boom!
- BOOMER: What? He's a bird!
- It's what they do.
- LIZ: Not yet. He's a baby.
BEA: Is he gonna fly?
BOOMER: He's
still a fucking bird.
- NASH: Attaboy.
- LIZ: He's thirsty.
NASH: Go on, Dor. Get
him. Get him, get him.
BEA: Yeah, he's
doing really well.
BOOMER: They
fly, Liz. They're birds.
[Door closes]
What's the fucking problem?
Right. I've got chocolate.
Booze. Ciggies. I've got weed.
And...
Ta-da.
Pink Dragon.
FRANKY: Let's see.
Oh, look at you!
LIZ: Cute, isn't he?
It's all good. I'll
send Boom in.
Yeah, uh, yeah...
I don't want another
Boomer blow.
Fine. Suit yourself.
I told you the Pink Dragon
was gonna cost you, baby.
Fuck off!
You're not gonna
squeal, are you, baby, eh?
Not with all those lovely
goodies at stake, eh?
[Grunting]
No, you're not gonna squeal.
Aaaaah!
LINDA: Sierra Six
to Sierra Three.
We need help.
Repeat, we need help.
[Indistinct radio chatter]
How is this fair?
I'm the victim here.
Bates is on his
way to the hospital.
That fork punctured his scrotum.
Yeah, good. He
was asking for it.
Yeah. Good move, Franky.
OFFICER ON P.A.:
Attention, compound.
All prisoners
return to their units.
LINDA: All right,
ladies. Let's go.
All right, let's get
Jenkins out of there.
- Let's move.
- Yes, sir.
All right, you
clowns, listen up.
I want you to gather up
all your tools and your
personal belongings.
Don't leave anything behind,
'cause you won't be coming back.
- All right, let's move.
- Nash. Nash, over here.
FLETCH: Hey. Oi, what
do you think you're doing?
Taylor, are you deaf?
I said haul your ass
out of here. Let's go.
Please, Mr. Fletcher,
can you let me in?
This area is now off limits
to you, Anderson, okay?
Please, it's just for a second.
Are you two trying
to get me suspended?
No, no, no. Look, we
just want to say goodbye.
Please, sir?
Listen, it's tough, okay,
but you just got to
let it go and move on.
All right?
Move on, Taylor. Let's go. Move.
[Beep, gate unlocks]
Here.
Hey, hold on to it for me, okay?
Let's go. Move.
[Beep, gate unlocks]
Let's go. Get in the back, mate.
Come on.
Get in, mate. Come
on. In you get. Let's go.
All right.
[Engine starts]
Let's roll up. Let's go.
Sierra Six, this
is Sierra Three.
I need someone to help
me bag some evidence.
Copy that.
That was a bloody
cock-up, wasn't it?
Oh. Or not.
What?
[Laughs]
So while everyone was
freaking out over Bates, right...
- Uh-huh.
- I rescued all the gear.
Franky is gonna
be, like, so stoked
when she gets out of the slot.
- You want some?
- No.
Right.
- Oh, hey, Lizzie.
- Yeah?
From zero to hero.
- Mm.
- Oww!
[Laughs]
[Breathes heavily]
[Knock on door]
[Door opens]
Have a seat.
Bloody hell, Mr. Fletcher.
Twice in one week, eh?
Don't know why I
bother making me bed.
We found your little
hidey-hole in the shed, Jenkins.
Yeah, I don't know
what you're talking about.
FLETCH: [Chuckles
] Of course you don't.
No idea.
Oh, looky-looky here.
Huh? It sounds like Christmas.
[Bottles clacking]
- What have you got here?
- Nothing.
- Nothing?
- No. It's not mine.
- Not yours?
- No.
We'll see about that.
You idiot.
Move. Move!
[Keys jingle, door unlocks]
It's nice of you to visit.
Are you missing me?
- [Exhales sharply]
- No.
It was self-defense.
I don't doubt you had
reasonable grounds.
You should be
entitled to an acquittal
if the police choose
to press charges.
Yeah, so why am I here?
Well, here's the thing.
And it's bad news, I'm afraid.
Ms. Bennett discovered your
drop box in the garden shed.
It's a very clever
little arrangement.
Why is it my drop box
when the whole prison
had access to that shed?
Come on, you're the
only one with the smarts
to come up with something
as sophisticated as that.
Thank you for the compliment,
but I know nothing about it.
Well, that's strange.
'Cause a stash of
heroin was just found
in your little helper's cell.
BOOMER: Would you fuck off
and get your big paws off me?!
I can walk!
She'll be up for at least
another seven years.
Possession of a
trafficable quantity.
Is that how you look
after your friends?
BOOMER: Franky?
Booms.
You okay?
Yeah, babe. You good?
Yeah, I'm all right.
How's Slater traveling
on these meds?
Oh, it's still early days,
but she seems to
be turning a corner.
Hmm. I noticed that too.
What was Franky doing
in the shed with that man?
I heard Boomer got sprung
with a whole lot of gear.
Join the dots.
So she's taking
the fall for Franky?
I also heard Miss
Miles got suspended.
Really?
Which one of you bitches
stole my rubber gloves?!
[Laughter]
[Grunts]
Oh, sh...
Hey, did you put
that water on...?
Smith? What's going on?
You all right?
VERA: This is Sierra Three.
I've got a Code Black in H4.
This is the same pink
shit I confiscated from H2.
Well, you obviously
didn't find it all, did you?
[Greg Laswell's
"Come Clean" plays]
♪ All in a day ♪
♪ All in a day... ♪
She was determined
to end it, Bea.
There's nothing
you could do about it.
♪ Just yesterday ♪
♪ I was on top of my game ♪
♪ With you ♪
♪ Then I should say ♪
♪ When you were away ♪
♪ I think I knew ♪
♪ But I refused ♪
♪ I refused... ♪
♪ To see ♪
♪ Why did you never come clean ♪
♪ With me? ♪
♪ Why did you never come clean ♪
♪ With me? ♪
Would you go and get some help?!
[Groans]
[Crying] Oh, God, I'm sorry.
- Is that your daughter?
- Yeah.
She's got herself
tied up with the Holts.
Brayden's dangerous.
You know that.
If Carly's working with him, God
knows what she's getting into.
Who said anything about Brayden?
She was all over
him in the car park.
I'm pretty sure it
was Brayden Holt.
BEA: Brayden will use
Carly if he's not already.
How do you know he's not
using her as a drug mule?
Get me a name.
Someone on the outside.
Someone I could
use to get to Brayden.
- Are you fucking kidding me?
- No.
A name and a number,
and I'll sort it out.
Tell your mate to
call her Uncle Morgan.
What's Vinnie doing
about getting me out?
He wants something
in return. Bea Smith.
Vinnie wants her dead,
and you're doing it.
♪ 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 ♪
Ohhh!
Holy shit. She...
She's on the roof.
What the fuck is she doing?
BOOMER: [Laughs]
FERGUSON: I want to
know how this could happen.
She climbed the fence
next to the building
and got onto the fire escape.
What, in full view of
the officers on yard duty?
Well, I ordered
her to come down,
but she's too wired to stop.
How are there drugs
in this prison again?
Sierra Four calling Sierra
Two. I'm on the roof. Over.
I want this resolved
immediately with no casualty.
- Is that clear?
- Roger that, Governor.
SKY: Oooh. [Laughs]
- Birdsworth, be careful.
- Oh, shit.
Just let me see if I can
talk her down, all right?
- Liz!
- 'Cause she trusts me. Please.
Just give us a go.
- Sky!
- Liz! [Laughs]
- Hey.
- Liz!
- Is she trying to kill herself?
- No, she's just high.
I can't... I can't watch this.
Look at this.
What are you doing here, love?
[Breathing heavily]
Look at all this, eh?
They're all fluffy like
Philly cheese, eh?
LINDA: Inside now.
- Some of your product, Franky?
- You want a taste, Red?
You come and sit with me,
and we can look at the
Philly cheese together, darling.
No, no. I'm out of here.
W-Where to, love?
I'm gonna fly over that
wall and leave this shithole!
- Yeah!
- Jenkins!
Get inside now
or get in the slot.
No. No way. I want
to see the splat.
Come away from
the edge, Sky darling,
'cause if you fall, you're
gonna hurt yourself.
No, not fall!
Fucking fly!
- No!
- Aah!
[Groans]
[Laughs]
Sky, you silly
bugger. Are you right?
I want to know how
these drugs are getting in.
I have no idea.
I know you care about the
welfare of these women, Liz.
You fear for them.
It's what's made you
an excellent peer worker.
But you're coming
up for parole soon.
What's gonna happen
when you're not here?
Without you, Franky
Doyle is going to run riot.
It won't be long before
someone else dies,
just like that poor Korean girl.
What was her name?
Her name was Su-Yun.
Hmm. Su-Yun.
You can prevent that, Liz.
Talk to me.
[Sighs]
She's not talking.
Organize a ramp.
I want these drugs found.
FLETCH: Birdsworth.
Governor.
Is she okay?
She's in medical coming down.
I don't want a serve.
Well, I'm gonna give you one.
You talk about these
women being family,
and then you pump
them full of crap gear.
I didn't know that
gear was crap.
And I don't force
them to use the shit.
Oh, Franky, mate.
That's a fucking cop-out,
and you know it is.
It has to stop.
We've just had Sky
on the frigging roof.
How would you
feel if she'd jumped?
OFFICER ON P.A.:
Attention, compound.
A lockdown is now in force.
All prisoners must return
to their units immediately.
They're doing a ramp!
[Dog barking]
Be ruthless. I want results.
The total yield was a few small
amounts of various substances.
- Personal-use amounts?
- Yes.
No one is talking
about the source?
I'm afraid not, Governor.
Well, someone's bringing
in those drugs for Doyle.
She's too smart
to do it herself.
We're gonna find out who it is.
Come here, Vera.
[Clears throat] Yes, Governor.
This is a visitors log.
Last week...
and today.
Anything stand out to you?
Simone Slater's husband
is visiting for the third
time in two weeks.
- That's unusual.
- More than unusual.
VERA: Right.
I want you to
monitor that visit.
- Keep a close eye on them.
- Yes, Governor.
That gear you gave
me last week was shit.
Had a bad effect on
one of the women.
Yeah?
Someone put the
chocolates in the fridge,
and the stick mags
are out of date.
What do you think we're running
here, a fucking supermarket?
Listen, asshole, I've got a
responsibility to those women.
They trust me to
bring in decent gear
that's not gonna fuck 'em up.
Oh, a little firecracker,
aren't you, eh?
Reckon you'd go off
like a frog in a sock.
Not that you'll ever know.
Oh, don't be like
that now, baby, eh?
Promise I'll do
better next time.
Yeah, you'd better. Otherwise
the arrangement's over.
I'll, uh...
get you some Pink Dragon.
Pink Dragon?
Yeah. It's real pure.
Potent as. Satisfaction
guaranteed, babe.
- Guaranteed?
- Yeah.
You'll be an absolute
fucking legend.
It'll cost you, but.
Doyle, no fraternization
with the male prisoners.
Ugh!
Don't make me gag, Miss Miles.
Get back to work, mate.
[Beep, gate unlocks]
Hey. You got a visit?
Yeah.
You're gonna get
me that number, right?
Spitz said he'd look into it.
Yeah, and he's gonna
give it to you today, yeah?
LINDA: Smith! Get back to work.
Get me that number.
MALCOLM: What's
the fucking holdup?
Just get it done,
for Christ's sake.
I do her
and I walk around with a
massive fucking target on my head.
And you know what
it'll mean if I get caught.
15 to 20 years in
here. I can't hack that.
Find a way to do it so
no one can pin it on you.
It's not that easy.
And I'm not a murderer,
and Bea Smith's
my only ally in here.
Darl, you know
what's Vinnie's like.
Remember what
happened to Kat's brother?
That could be me or Carly.
Not if you take him out instead.
Don't make a fucking joke of it.
I don't mean you, but
what about that bloke?
You know, the name you gave me?
Call him. He'll take care of it.
Forget it. It's too risky.
Where will we get the
money from anyway?
Listen...
You've got to do this.
You have to do this,
or I'm a dead man.
- What did he pass you, Slater?
- Nothing.
You might as
well give it up now.
I'm gonna find it anyway.
Is this how you get
your kicks? How pathetic.
Fine. Have it your way. Kit off.
FERGUSON: Nothing?
Nothing.
Hmm.
And what was your impression
from the conversation?
He seemed to be pressuring
her about something,
and she mentioned Bea Smith.
Bea Smith.
Wouldn't be the first time
Smith has brought in
drugs for someone else.
When she was new and green,
but she wouldn't be that
much of a pushover now
after what happened
to her daughter.
True.
Keep an eye on Slater. I'm
convinced she's up to something.
Yes, Governor.
[Beep, gate unlocks]
Miss Miles? Can I just go
and show Doreen the plants?
- Yeah.
- Thank you.
- How you going?
- Good.
I really, really want you.
Good.
Hey, listen, babe...
The gear that Bates
is gonna give to Franky
is not all it's cracked
up to be, all right?
What do you mean?
A couple of guys OD'd
the other day from it.
- What?!
- Yeah, right.
He's calling it Pink Dragon
like it's something real
fucking great, but it's...
Ladies, that's it for today.
Pack up. Back to your units.
Come on, fellas.
That's it. Pack it up.
- NASH: Bye-bye.
- See ya.
[Engine starts]
LIZ: Doreen, what do you
expect me to do about it?
How about giving
Franky a heads-up?
Oh, she would not piss on me
if I was on fire at the moment.
- It has to stop.
- Yeah, but how?
I don't know, but I'm
not gonna sit on my ass
and watch someone else OD.
- You're not gonna lag, are you?
- No. No, of course not.
Please don't start a shit
storm. Just promise me...
Promise you what, darl?
Just promise me you're not
gonna stuff up the garden.
You mean Nash.
- Birdsworth.
- Yeah, yeah.
[Footsteps]
- Hey.
- Hey.
So?
No. Doesn't look like I'll
be getting out early after all.
I've got that contact
for you, though.
But I've got to set it up.
Okay.
I just need to know that
you can get the money.
Oh, yeah? Why's that?
You're not thinking of
ripping me off, are you?
Of course not.
It's just the guy will
only deal with me.
And he'll need half up front
given that the target's a Holt.
- I told you I'm good for it.
- Guaranteed?
Guaranteed.
[Laughs]
Boss.
Hey, Mr. Jackson.
How's Sky doing?
She's okay.
She's in the wet cells
under observation.
Been there, done that.
Yeah. You had the deluxe suite.
What is it, Slater?
I want to request that my
uncle be added to my call list.
I just heard from my husband.
He's really sick, and I
need to call him urgently.
I'll see what I can do.
- FRANKY: How much?
- WOMAN: I've got 200 on me.
- 250.
- [Sighs]
- Fuck off, then.
- All right, deal. Deal.
What's up your ass?
Nothing.
If I don't do it,
someone else will.
I'm not hungry. I'm
gonna go back to the cell.
Liz, what...?
What's wrong with her?
[Sighs]
FERGUSON: I know this is a
very difficult decision for you.
But you know in your
heart it's the right one.
I'm worried for the
safety of the women.
That is the only
reason I'm doing this.
Talk to me.
There's a bad stash of
gear coming into the prison.
It's called Pink Dragon.
Who's bringing it in?
Is it Slater?
I don't know.
- How is it being smuggled?
- I don't know that either.
I just got wind of it. I
heard some junkies talking.
Liz, if you don't tell
me how it's coming in,
I can't possibly
intercept it, now, can I?
Oh, fuck.
If the junkies get their hands
on it, another death may result.
Do you really want
that on your conscience?
Do you?
You can't halve the
women's methadone
and not expect this
shit to start happening.
As soon as it gets
here, I'll let you know.
That is the best I can do.
Very well.
Feels better, doesn't it?
Doing the right thing.
I feel like Judas.
It could be the number
of a drug supplier.
Very good, Vera. You
can leave this with me.
It's me.
I have a name and number
I want you to check out.
Good!
Good, Joan, but remember,
selecting the accurate
time to start your attack
is as important as
the choice of attack.
Yes? Draw their advance.
Once... Once you've lured them,
then parry and thrust!
[Breathing heavily]
I've got that
information you wanted.
Drug dealer?
Contract killer.
- Shit.
- That number won't connect.
It hasn't been approved.
Oh, Slater.
So sorry to hear
about your uncle.
Oh, no.
Fuck! Fuck!
[Groans]
Oh, Mr. Fletcher.
I spoke to the governor
at Walford the other day.
Vacancy coming up there shortly.
And you immediately
thought of me?
Aah!
[Sobbing]
Fuck off!
Get the fuck out of here!
[Groans]
Forget about Slater.
She's not bringing in drugs.
What about the phone request?
Whatever that's
about, I've shut it down.
And Doyle, do you
want me to question her?
Hmm?
Franky Doyle.
Should I question her?
No, no, no, no. All
we have to do is wait.
Be patient. Be vigilant.
We allow her enough rope...
And we'll catch her
with this Pink Dragon.
No more top dog.
If you create a power vacuum,
someone else will step up.
FERGUSON: That's fine.
Thank you, Vera.
[Door opens]
[Door closes]
[Distorted indistinct
conversations]
Simmo, what's wrong?
Oh, shit. Has
something happened?
They won't let me
contact that guy.
Ferguson's blocked the number.
Fucking hopeless.
Carly is gonna get
sucked in by the Holts,
and I'm stuck in here.
I'm fucked!
I'm fucked.
Hey...
We'll work something
out. All right?
OFFICER ON P.A.:
Attention, compound.
Exercise period is now over.
[Clears throat] Come on.
I'm telling you, I can't do it.
I can't do what Vinnie wants.
Listen, listen.
You can take care of yourself
but you've got to make
sure that Carly is safe.
I don't know,
maybe... maybe tell her
to stay overseas or something.
You're asking me to do
something you can't do.
I'm sorry.
[Sniffles]
Listen, listen.
You can take care of yourself
but you've got to make
sure that Carly is safe.
I don't know,
maybe... maybe tell her
to stay overseas or something.
MALCOLM: Oh, for crying
out loud, you stupid bitch!
You have to do Bea Smith!
What do you think is
gonna happen to me?
You've got to do it!
WOMAN: Will you miss me?
MAN: I will. I will for sure.
WOMAN: Yes.
MAN: Gonna be very
quiet around the house.
[Woman laughs]
Are you serious? What
are you doing here?
- I need to see Franky.
- Yeah?
Maybe she doesn't
want to see you
because we don't
like slags in here.
- Shut up, you stupid bitch.
- You shut up!
- Do you want to go?!
- Hey, shut the fuck up!
What do you want?
Now that you've
interrupted my study.
A hit.
BOOMER: [Laughs]
Junkies never change, do they?
And you're coming to me.
Have you got the cash on you?
Booms. Go.
I need a fit too.
Have fun, Simmo.
[Footsteps]
[Knocks]
Hey. I just came
to see if you were...
Oh, shit.
Simmo?
- Hey! Can you hear me?
- [Grunts]
Hey, Simmo! Wake up.
Come on. Open your eyes!
We need help here!
- Come on. Shit.
- Somebody! Help!
- Hey! Simmo! Simmo!
- Guard!
BEA: Look at me. It's Bea.
Wake up. Can you hear me?
[Footsteps]
It's Slater, Governor.
She OD'd, but
she's gonna be okay.
Smith found her
and raised the alarm.
I see. How ironic.
When the nurse
has her stabilized,
cuff her to the bed.
She can spend the
night in the infirmary.
Do you think handcuffs
are necessary?
If she's suicidal, we don't
want her wandering off
and trying it again, now, do we?
Yes, of course.
Keep her under
constant observation.
Yes, Governor.
Actually, um...
I'm gonna have to
get some other officers
to take care of Slater.
Why is that?
Ah, my mother's on stronger
pain medication at the moment,
but it's not really
working, so things at...
I know I assured you that I
wouldn't let issues at home...
Vera, enough. I understand.
Go home to your mum.
It's just she's extremely, um...
She has a strong personality.
Thank you.
RITA: Vera!
Bloody... [Whimpering]
Mum, I've called
palliative care.
It's two hours till I can
give you another shot.
Oh, I can't wait!
I know. Okay?
I can give you a slow-release
OxyContin to tide you over.
Yes? Well, just get on with it!
Okay.
RITA: [Whimpering softly]
Here you go. Come on.
Come on.
Okay. Here you go.
- That's it. Good.
- [Slurping]
Okay.
Mum!
Mum, you have to swallow it!
Spit it out. Spit! Spit!
- [Doorbell rings]
- Oh, God!
[Coughs, crying]
Oh, it's all right. It's okay.
[Gasps]
[Moans]
[Doorbell rings]
Governor.
I know you've got
your hands full.
I've just brought you some food.
Oh, I'm...
Thank... Thank you.
I'm just in the middle of
something at the moment.
- Yeah, yeah.
- Would you like to come in?
No, no, no. I don't
want to interrupt.
RITA: Vera!
I have to go. Sorry,
I have to see to her.
RITA: Vera!
Mum, you're... you're fine.
Who's that?
Um, Mum, this is my
boss, Governor Ferguson.
FERGUSON: Hello.
I'm very pleased to
meet you, Mrs. Bennett.
Vera has told me
so much about you.
Um, Miss Ferguson has
kindly brought us some dinner.
It'll be a damn sight better
than what you've
been feeding me.
VERA: I have to puree her
food. She has difficulty swallowing.
I have difficulty swallowing
the muck she gives me.
I'm sure Vera is doing
her very best, Rita.
She tries, but she can't cut it.
It's the story of her life.
She's like this at
work too, I bet, huh?
[Whispering]
Mum, I think that's
enough for now, don't you?
Vera, I need
something for the pain!
VERA: Yeah. Yep.
I'll get you something.
Look, why don't you
do what you need to do?
I'll just heat one of these
up for the two of you.
Oh, no, I don't want to
put you to any trouble.
No trouble at all. Just point
me in the direction of the kitchen.
That way.
I'm sorry about Mum.
She's a bit delirious.
- Hey, don't apologize.
- All the medication.
She's got quite
a cocktail there.
Half of them don't
seem to work anymore.
These orange ones are
supposed to knock out a horse.
They barely touch her.
RITA: Vera!
Thanks for this.
ROSE: She's recovered
well. Physically, at least.
Dr. Rasham thinks it
was a deliberate OD.
So has he prescribed
any medication?
Yes, he's put her on a
course of antidepressants.
That's very good.
Then I think she
can return to her unit.
It'll take some time for...
Get back into her
routine soon as possible.
Remove her cuffs.
[Indistinct conversations]
- Hey.
- Hey.
Look, I've been thinking...
Maybe you should
give me the number,
and I can sort it out, yeah?
Oh, jeez. Maybe you
should have let me die.
Hey. That's the thanks I get?
Oh...
Would you just give
me the fucking number?
Fuck you!
You know what? Fuck you!
Fuck you.
You've got to stop feeling
so sorry for yourself, Simmo.
You're not special.
Everyone's been
through shit in this place.
You have everything to live for.
You have a beautiful
daughter and a loving husband,
and they're both
still there for you.
Nothing is more
important than that.
Okay, settle down, Smith.
Go have your breakfast.
So you need to find the guts
to do what you
have to to survive,
like every single one of
these women has had to do.
You hear me?
You need to sort
your shit, Simmo,
and fucking toughen up!
- WOMAN: Whoo!
- [Rhythmic banging]
Okay, that's enough, ladies!
Settle down, ladies!
Calm down, please!
[Rhythmic banging continues]
Calm down!
You gave Simmo a
serve this morning.
Is everything okay?
- Yeah.
- Yeah?
BOOMER: [Laughs]
- [Bird cheeping]
- Hey.
Hey.
Mr. Faulkner, can
I just show Dor?
- Yeah, go on.
- Thank you, sir.
Hey, Dor.
- Oh, what's happened?
- No, he's okay, he's okay.
He just got out of his box
and fell right on
his ass, didn't you?
Aww!
- I think he was trying to fly.
- Really?
Hello.
- Hey!
- Want to see?
Yeah. Go on.
- NASH: All right.
- Give him a go. See how he goes.
NASH: Here you go, Baz.
DOREEN: He's so cute!
Isn't he?
Maybe if I chuck him
off the roof, he'll fly.
- DOREEN: Boom!
- BOOMER: What? He's a bird!
- It's what they do.
- LIZ: Not yet. He's a baby.
BEA: Is he gonna fly?
BOOMER: He's
still a fucking bird.
- NASH: Attaboy.
- LIZ: He's thirsty.
NASH: Go on, Dor. Get
him. Get him, get him.
BEA: Yeah, he's
doing really well.
BOOMER: They
fly, Liz. They're birds.
[Door closes]
What's the fucking problem?
Right. I've got chocolate.
Booze. Ciggies. I've got weed.
And...
Ta-da.
Pink Dragon.
FRANKY: Let's see.
Oh, look at you!
LIZ: Cute, isn't he?
It's all good. I'll
send Boom in.
Yeah, uh, yeah...
I don't want another
Boomer blow.
Fine. Suit yourself.
I told you the Pink Dragon
was gonna cost you, baby.
Fuck off!
You're not gonna
squeal, are you, baby, eh?
Not with all those lovely
goodies at stake, eh?
[Grunting]
No, you're not gonna squeal.
Aaaaah!
LINDA: Sierra Six
to Sierra Three.
We need help.
Repeat, we need help.
[Indistinct radio chatter]
How is this fair?
I'm the victim here.
Bates is on his
way to the hospital.
That fork punctured his scrotum.
Yeah, good. He
was asking for it.
Yeah. Good move, Franky.
OFFICER ON P.A.:
Attention, compound.
All prisoners
return to their units.
LINDA: All right,
ladies. Let's go.
All right, let's get
Jenkins out of there.
- Let's move.
- Yes, sir.
All right, you
clowns, listen up.
I want you to gather up
all your tools and your
personal belongings.
Don't leave anything behind,
'cause you won't be coming back.
- All right, let's move.
- Nash. Nash, over here.
FLETCH: Hey. Oi, what
do you think you're doing?
Taylor, are you deaf?
I said haul your ass
out of here. Let's go.
Please, Mr. Fletcher,
can you let me in?
This area is now off limits
to you, Anderson, okay?
Please, it's just for a second.
Are you two trying
to get me suspended?
No, no, no. Look, we
just want to say goodbye.
Please, sir?
Listen, it's tough, okay,
but you just got to
let it go and move on.
All right?
Move on, Taylor. Let's go. Move.
[Beep, gate unlocks]
Here.
Hey, hold on to it for me, okay?
Let's go. Move.
[Beep, gate unlocks]
Let's go. Get in the back, mate.
Come on.
Get in, mate. Come
on. In you get. Let's go.
All right.
[Engine starts]
Let's roll up. Let's go.
Sierra Six, this
is Sierra Three.
I need someone to help
me bag some evidence.
Copy that.
That was a bloody
cock-up, wasn't it?
Oh. Or not.
What?
[Laughs]
So while everyone was
freaking out over Bates, right...
- Uh-huh.
- I rescued all the gear.
Franky is gonna
be, like, so stoked
when she gets out of the slot.
- You want some?
- No.
Right.
- Oh, hey, Lizzie.
- Yeah?
From zero to hero.
- Mm.
- Oww!
[Laughs]
[Breathes heavily]
[Knock on door]
[Door opens]
Have a seat.
Bloody hell, Mr. Fletcher.
Twice in one week, eh?
Don't know why I
bother making me bed.
We found your little
hidey-hole in the shed, Jenkins.
Yeah, I don't know
what you're talking about.
FLETCH: [Chuckles
] Of course you don't.
No idea.
Oh, looky-looky here.
Huh? It sounds like Christmas.
[Bottles clacking]
- What have you got here?
- Nothing.
- Nothing?
- No. It's not mine.
- Not yours?
- No.
We'll see about that.
You idiot.
Move. Move!
[Keys jingle, door unlocks]
It's nice of you to visit.
Are you missing me?
- [Exhales sharply]
- No.
It was self-defense.
I don't doubt you had
reasonable grounds.
You should be
entitled to an acquittal
if the police choose
to press charges.
Yeah, so why am I here?
Well, here's the thing.
And it's bad news, I'm afraid.
Ms. Bennett discovered your
drop box in the garden shed.
It's a very clever
little arrangement.
Why is it my drop box
when the whole prison
had access to that shed?
Come on, you're the
only one with the smarts
to come up with something
as sophisticated as that.
Thank you for the compliment,
but I know nothing about it.
Well, that's strange.
'Cause a stash of
heroin was just found
in your little helper's cell.
BOOMER: Would you fuck off
and get your big paws off me?!
I can walk!
She'll be up for at least
another seven years.
Possession of a
trafficable quantity.
Is that how you look
after your friends?
BOOMER: Franky?
Booms.
You okay?
Yeah, babe. You good?
Yeah, I'm all right.
How's Slater traveling
on these meds?
Oh, it's still early days,
but she seems to
be turning a corner.
Hmm. I noticed that too.
What was Franky doing
in the shed with that man?
I heard Boomer got sprung
with a whole lot of gear.
Join the dots.
So she's taking
the fall for Franky?
I also heard Miss
Miles got suspended.
Really?
Which one of you bitches
stole my rubber gloves?!
[Laughter]
[Grunts]
Oh, sh...
Hey, did you put
that water on...?
Smith? What's going on?
You all right?
VERA: This is Sierra Three.
I've got a Code Black in H4.
This is the same pink
shit I confiscated from H2.
Well, you obviously
didn't find it all, did you?
[Greg Laswell's
"Come Clean" plays]
♪ All in a day ♪
♪ All in a day... ♪
She was determined
to end it, Bea.
There's nothing
you could do about it.
♪ Just yesterday ♪
♪ I was on top of my game ♪
♪ With you ♪
♪ Then I should say ♪
♪ When you were away ♪
♪ I think I knew ♪
♪ But I refused ♪
♪ I refused... ♪
♪ To see ♪
♪ Why did you never come clean ♪
♪ With me? ♪
♪ Why did you never come clean ♪
♪ With me? ♪