Wentworth (2013–…): Season 2, Episode 8 - Sins of the Mother - full transcript

MARGE: I tell you,
it's a miracle drug.

It stops the blood,
makes it thicker.

FRANKY: You thinking
about becoming a doctor?

Why not? You're thinking
about becoming a lawyer.

Will! Will, it's Conway!

Can I have my wig back?

If you wanted your wig, you
shouldn't have thrown it away.

LIZ: Oh, my God.
Dors, you're preggers!

- Oh!
- [Laughter]

She's got vinegar tits!

[Laughing] Vinegar tits!



What's that smell?

It's vinegar.

I think it might be best if
you took some time off.

I guess I was wrong about you.

You're just not
up to it, are you?

Go home, Vera.

Take care of your mother.

There is a bad stash of
gear coming into the prison.

It's called Pink Dragon.

Soon as it gets
here, I'll let you know.

You have an
informer in your ranks.

♪ 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 ♪

[Distorted whispering]

[Distorted whispering continues]

[Inhales sharply]

[Exhales sharply]

[Indistinct conversations]

[Sighs]

Fuck.

You gonna come for breakfast?

You know, you can't
stay in here forever.

They all think
I'm still in the slot.

It doesn't look that bad.

It's not about looking bad, Bea.

It's about who I am.

In here.

But no one wants to see me.

They just keep seeing this man.

Please, Bea.

Please just... just
leave me. Please.

Pick that up.

Huh?

Vinegar tits.

Vera.

Welcome back.

Thank you, Governor.

I've spoken to the contractor,

and they'll pick up the
garden skip this morning.

Good. And good work with
Maxine Conway, by the way.

Thank you.

You took the right
course of action.

Will that be all, Governor?

I need to see Smith.

Right away.

Vera? Condolences.

FRANKY: You got to help me.

Whoever's lagging's
getting something for it.

You got to check it out.

What are you doing about this?

I'm working on it.

So, what are you worried about?

Maybe Nash has
forgotten about me.

He's getting out soon.

What if he doesn't contact me?

I won't be able to tell
him about the baby.

Oh, no, he'll be in
touch, love. He will.

None of this would have happened

if there hadn't
been drugs involved.

What?

You know, I keep wondering
why Fletcher came straight to H2.

I'm going up for seconds.

Tell me, Dors.

That garden was a
pretty big privilege.

What did Ferguson
want in return?

You know, if I have
a problem with you,

I'll say it to your face.

I might not always like
what you do, Franky,

but I'm not a lagger.

We're family, yeah?

I can't believe
you'd even think that!

Smith.

Governor wants to see you.

JESSICA: Hungry, huh?

[Gags]

[Breathing heavily]

JESSICA: Doreen?

[Gasps]

Far out!

Don't sneak up on people, man!

You looked like you were
gonna throw up back there.

What do you want?

I know.

You know what?

It's not the first morning
you've been sick.

And I've been around

enough pregnant
girls to know the signs.

Shh!

I won't tell anyone.
Don't worry.

You'd better not.

I just want to help. If I can.

Why?

I love children.

Here, I have something for you.

It might help settle your tummy.

What happened to Simone
Slater was entirely preventable.

And the only reason that
Slater is not here today

was because she
had access to drugs.

And you and I both know
where those drugs came from.

I'm not lagging.

I'm not asking you to do that.

Then what do you want?

You know, when
all is said and done...

a prison is controlled
by two people.

Two people.

The governor

and the inmate who has the
respect of the other prisoners.

I am offering you my support

to help manage the
women of Wentworth.

BEA: [Chuckles]

It would be a chance to
ensure that this prison is safe.

You're asking me to
stand against Franky.

I want you to
stand against drugs.

I mean, don't you think
that would be a fitting way

to honor the memory
of your daughter?

We're trying very hard to
organize proper housing,

but I have to warn you
the waiting list is quite long.

Oh, well, I mean, this place
is hardly the bloody Ritz,

is it, you know?

Now, Liz, have you
thought any more

about contacting your family?

I-I'd actually prefer to
wait until I find my feet.

So, look, once I'm settled
somewhere decent, I will.

You know, one of the biggest
mistakes that prisoners make

when they're first released
is to try and go it alone,

to try and find
their feet first.

I have to say, reintegration
just doesn't work that way,

especially for an alcoholic.

Yeah, but I've... I've got
all the AA meetings lined up.

- And that's good.
- Yeah, yeah.

But we do all need help, Liz,

and there is nothing more
important than your children.

Yeah, well, they're not
children anymore, are they?

They're teenagers now.

- That's exactly right.
- Yeah.

And you have every
legal right to contact them.

God, after seven
years of silence?

I don't have any rights.

Wouldn't you want to see
your mum after seven years?

[Sighs]

I don't, um...

I don't actually
know where they live.

[Paper rustling]

This gives the
Department of Corrections

permission to source the
contact details of your family.

Fill it in, and we'll
take it from there.

LIZ: Miss Dawes said to me

that I've got a natural
affinity with the clay.

All right, then, I'll take it.

That could be worth a fortune
one day. What about those?

- Oh, yeah?
- You want those?

Hey, how'd it go with
the parole officer?

Oh, you know, the usual.
Jobs, money, accommodation.

All the terrifying shit we
come in here to avoid.

Franky's mood's making the
thought of leaving a bit easier.

- DOREEN: Hey, where is everyone?
- LIZ: Hey, in here.

This place is like
a morgue, truth.

- Yeah.
- Aww! You're packing up.

Yeah, I am.

Hey, can I take this?

Have you got a teapot?

No. Have you?

No.

[Laughter]

[Indistinct conversations]

Fuck off, the lot of youse.

Fuck off.

You got to get Ferguson
to tell you who it is.

Oh, yeah? Just walk
in and ask, you reckon?

Yeah, well, why not?

Why don't you
just deal with this?

Stop whining and
find out who it is.

I'm doing all I can right now.

No more favors until
you've cleaned your house.

[Knock on door]

Hey.

- Hi.
- I've got something for you.

A nice wooded chardonnay?

Huh, I wish.

Until your hair grows back.

Was this a tea cozy?

Mm-hmm.

Not anymore.

Are you serious?

[Gasps] [Chuckling] Hey!

SKY: Oi.

Girls want to know if
you've got anything for them.

- No.
- Oh, fuck, Franky.

Easy. It's coming.

Yeah, but when?
Girls are freaking out.

I said it's coming.
Be worth the wait.

Yeah? Is it that pink stuff?

- It's even better than that.
- Ooh.

Hey, listen, the deal's set.

I just need to iron
out a few things

before I can green-light it.

Yeah? Well, let me help.

No, you tell the
girls it's all good.

They're not gonna wait forever.

Hey! Hey. You all right?

Yeah, I just got
somewhere to be.

- You sure you're all right?
- What the fuck do you mean?

Franky, you know
I'm here for you.

As a friend, if
you need to talk.

[Gasping]

You know you're meant
to look happier after that.

Are you worried
about the lagger?

The what?

- What's the matter?
- Who fucking told you that?

Everybody knows about it.

Who's everyone?

The girls in C Block.

And what else are the
girls in C Block saying?

Nothing. Just... Just...

What are they fucking saying?

That you can't move any gear

'cause someone in your
crew's lagging to Ferguson.

Oh, this fucking place!

Franky, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

What are you gonna do?

Find 'em.

You reckon it's one
of the girls from H2?

Course not. We're family.

Yeah, well, without gear,
everyone's gonna go crazy.

Yeah, I fucking know already.

- The girls'll...
- I fucking know that!

Franky...

- I'm just trying to help you.
- Fuck off.

- Can you just leave?
- Franky...

Fucking go.

- Fuck off.
- Franky.

- Fuck off!
- Franky.

[Door opens]

[Distorted whispering]

[Gasps]

It says here on my
application for a phone

that they won't give me a phone

unless I give them
a phone number,

which is a bit bloody hard

'cause I don't have
a bloody phone.

Then you're gonna have
to get a bloody phone.

Yeah, bloody right.

How 'bout you
keep the fuck down?

Don't even go there.

Hey, why don't you use one of
your friends' phone numbers?

I don't even need a phone, do I?

I mean, all it's for is so your
boss can hassle you, isn't it?

Liz.

And they all want
my address, right?

And I don't have an address.

And if you don't have an
address, you can't get a flat.

And if you don't have a phone
number, you can't get a phone.

If you don't have a
life, you can't get a life.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.
It's gonna be okay.

Yeah, but what are
you meant to do?

DOREEN: It'll be all right, Liz.

No, it's not gonna
be all right, Dor.

Your parole officer will
help you out with all this stuff.

LIZ: Yeah, but what about
when she's not there?

What if something goes wrong?

BEA: Hey, Liz.
Liz, listen, okay?

Before you were in here,
you managed out there.

Phones, houses.
You can do it all again.

Yeah, but I wrecked
everything last time.

I'm just gonna
wreck it all again.

Fucking thing.

MAN: Grab the wheelbarrow.

Grab the gear.

Put them over there in the pile.

[Indistinct radio chatter]

VERA: And it's positive.

- Do we know who it belongs to?
- No.

I've organized for
testing of all inmates

to begin immediately.

To maintain confidentiality,

I'll run it as a
random drug test.

That's good.
Excellent initiative.

We need to find the guilty
parties quickly and quietly.

- Yes, Governor.
- Vera, just...

Let's also keep the
nature of these tests

from the other officers for
now, particularly the male ones.

Of course, Governor.
Only medical staff will know.

Vera.

Remove that.

Hey, Mr. Fletcher.

What do you want, Warner?

Visitors request form.

See your lawyer.

- Uh-huh.
- Mm-hmm.

You've got something there.

Here.

It's pen.

You've drawn all over yourself.

OFFICER ON P.A.:
Attention, compound.

All prisoners in Cell Block
G are to proceed to medical.

Hey.

- JESSICA: Doreen.
- Hey.

Did you hear about
the urine tests?

Yeah, happens all the time.

- Aren't you worried?
- Why?

Won't they be able
to tell you're pregnant?

Fuck, I need to get
some clean piss.

You can have some
of mine. I'm clean.

Awesome. All
right. Come on, then.

VERA: Warner.

I'll see you when
you're done, eh?

I need to speak with you.

[Distorted whispering]

Your, uh, new TV's here.

What?

Didn't you report
your TV broken?

Yeah.

Then I guess
that's your new one.

What?

In this room, mate.

Looks pretty flash.

Whose is that?

[Laughter]

[Indistinct radio chatter]

Can you please
give me some space?

No. Get on with it.

I can't go while you're
staring at me like that.

You will eventually.

Why are you picking on me?

I'm not a user.

ROSE: I'm just about
finished with G Block.

Should I call through for H now?

Can you just
hold off on that call

for one minute, Miss Atkins?

- ROSE: Yeah.
- [Urinating]

[Toilet flushes]

I want you to test
this one immediately.

You're a piece of work,
aren't you, Warner?

I don't know what you mean.

The "sweet, innocent" act.

You're not fooling me.

Not for a minute.

I've done nothing wrong.

ROSE: Miss Bennett.

Get back to your unit.

Come on.

Come on.

No, I'm telling you, Boomer
said it's huge and a flat-screen.

Who else has a flat-screen
around here, Franky?

Think about it.

She's got to be
the lagger, Franky.

OFFICER ON P.A.:
Attention, compound.

Prisoners from Cell Block H

are to proceed to
medical immediately.

- Where have you been?
- Here.

Oh, thanks so much.
You're a lifesaver.

Come on, ladies.
You heard the order.

Down to medical.

Come on, fat tits!

You're exempt, Warner.

The rest of you, let's go.
Anderson, where are you?

DOREEN: Right here.

- WILL: Hurry up.
- Right here, Mr. J.

WILL: Hurry up.

- That's my tea cozy.
- Shh!

No, it's... That's good.

Smiles.

Why is Jess Warner
exempt from the test?

No idea.

Miss Miles?

[Urinating]

[Toilet flushes]

I guess we have you to thank
for this round of drug tests.

What's that, one full
week after the last one?

So are you Wentworth's
new drug crusader, are you?

Do you disapprove
of random drug tests?

Well, it drives the
women batshit,

and I could do without
that crap again so soon.

Having random drug
tests at regular intervals

kind of defeats the
purpose, wouldn't you say?

I know you're craving
Ferguson's approval.

But siccing the SESG
on to fellow officers

smacks of desperation.

That's not you.

Being vigilant is exactly me.

Vera, I know you've
been through a lot lately.

But have a look at what
Ferguson's doing to you.

- What she's doing?
- Mm-hmm.

For four years I have heard
you go on like a broken record

about how the women
have it too easy here,

how we shouldn't
show them sympathy,

and now you're upset
about a drug test?

No, I'm upset about why
you're acting this way.

Maybe you should be concerned

about your own
behavior, Fletcher.

Look at yourself.

You're a mess.

Stale alcohol on your breath.

That's bullshit. Come on.

Allowing female inmates
to touch you inappropriately.

What?

You heard me.

The next time I see
you, or any of my officers,

having inappropriate
physical contact with an inmate,

it is not the SESG
I'll be calling.

LIZ: I know.

I don't know what
size I am anymore.

BEA: [Laughs]

Smiles. Need more starch.

All right. Anderson, come
with me to the storeroom.

[Indistinct conversation]

BEA: I'll give you the address
of this amazing shoe store.

- What are you doing?
- LIZ: Hey, Lindsay! Sarah!

Let go of me!

- SKY: [Shouting indistinctly]
- Franky! Shut up, Sky!

JESSICA: What are
you doing? Let go of me!

- SKY: Yeah!
- LIZ: Shut up!

What have you been
talking to the screws about?

- What?
- Simple question.

Why have you been
talking to the screws?

I wasn't.

Fuck off! I saw you
talking to Bennett.

No, she wanted
me to do a drug test.

FRANKY: Get her in there.

- Franky, Jesus!
- Oh, come on!

Yeah, she's just
a fucking lagger.

- JESSICA: Let me out!
- LIZ: Come on!

Tell me what you told Bennett.

- She...
- Tell me or you're dead!

- Franky, look at her...
- Shut the fuck up!

Stay the fuck out of it!

SKY: Tell her!

You are losing
control, my friend.

Why was she exempt
from the drug test?

You want to catch
the lagger, mate,

you're gonna have
to use your smarts.

You can't keep shoving
everyone in a dryer.

- This is bullshit.
- JESSICA: I'm telling the truth.

[Sobbing]

If I find out anyone...

Anyone has been talking
to the screws, you're dead.

[Distorted whispering]

Fuck.

[Sighs]

You getting nervous?

About what?

About getting out.

Nah.

I'm shitting myself. [Chuckles]

You'll be fine this time.

You reckon?

- Yeah.
- Mm.

What's out there that's
worse than this shithole?

That's true.

[Both laugh]

I know something's up with you.

And it's not just gate fever.

You know you can
still tell me shit, Liz.

No.

No, I'm just... just
nervous, that's all.

[Sighs]

Look, what happened
that day with Jess,

you got to understand...

Don't. Franky, don't.

Just listen. Just listen.

You were right.

That wasn't smart, and
I've got to use my head.

Someone's lagging, and
Boomer just got a brick for it.

Yeah, well, just
stop dealing, Franky.

If you stop the drugs, mate...

Have you forgotten what happens
in this place when it runs dry?

Come on.

Yeah, but why does
it have to be you?

Ah, fu...

You used to hate Jacs
for what she did to the girls,

and now you're doing
exactly the bloody same.

You know what? If it's not me,
it'll be another Jacs or worse.

Worse than what happened
to Jess in the laundry?

Fuck, where does
this stuff come from?

It comes from caring, Franky.

I hate seeing you like this.

I hate what you've become.

You know what?

- I've become what I had to.
- Oh.

And I'm the one
that's got to live with it.

How about you, Liz?

You all comfortable
in there, are you?

You're guilt-fucking-free?

Fuck off.

Fuck, Franky.

- Was it Warner?
- I don't know.

- Jesus!
- You have to ask Ferguson.

- No fucking way.
- Hey.

Maybe you should remember,
if I go down, you do too.

Invoices, Governor.

[Mouse clicking]

Was there something
else, Ms. Miles?

Word out is Franky
Doyle's looking for a lagger.

I just thought if
there was someone,

you might want to
give 'em a heads-up.

Do you really think
that if I did have

a source of information
among the prisoners,

I wouldn't "give
'em a heads-up"?

No.

Anything else?

Have you finished the tests?

We finished taking
samples but not testing them.

That'll take a while.

- All right, next.
- Next!

That's my job.

- Sorry.
- Okay.

Hello, Mrs. Novak.

Your INR is still too low, so
we've upped your dose again.

I want you to take two
of these red ones, okay?

WILL: Okay, open up, Marge.

Tongue out.

Okay.

To the left.

No, no, no. Your
tongue to the left.

What?

Nothing. Thank you,
Marge. You can go.

[Exhales sharply]

[Snorts]

[Laughs]

Psst! Hey!

Did you get them?

[Chuckles] Cinch.

It wouldn't take much to
get past those two lovebirds.

Who?

Mr. Jackson and that slut.

Which one?

- The nurse!
- Really?

Really!

Here, give me the pills.

Don't you forget to
take that one, all right?

I'm not completely mad, dear.

[Clicks cheek]

[Gasps]

It's lovely.

Thank you.

[Giggles]

This is your daughter's
phone number.

Now, you'll need to
add it to your contact list,

but it's been cleared
by the department.

And if you have any
problems, you let me know.

It's a big first step, Liz.

But it's the right step.

Your chances of staying sober
and making it on the outside,

they go up massively if you
have your family's support.

[Sighs]

[Indistinct conversations]

[Distorted whispering]

[Indistinct conversations]

Governor, can I
have a word, please?

[Distorted whispering]

Do you really think
you can bribe me?

- Sorry?
- The television.

You didn't request
a new television?

Perhaps you're reading a
little too much into it, hmm?

Oh, yeah, me and everyone else.

Doesn't exactly look good.

[Distorted whispering]

But I guess that's
your plan, right?

How long did you allow
your husband to beat you

before you decided
to make a stand?

[Distorted whispering]

If you don't want a new
television, don't ask for one.

Phone?

No. That's all right.

Sky.

Hey. It's on.

SKY: Oh, thank God. When?

FRANKY: Tomorrow. It's
coming in with the laundry.

Ferguson won't think
to look there twice.

- Yeah, I'll tell the girls.
- Yeah.

Okay, now, one of the bags,
it's got a mark on it, right?

I want you to spot it,
push it off the conveyor,

and leave it on the
floor underneath.

- Right, Franky.
- Don't fuck this up.

Nah, Franky.

- Okay, piss off.
- Yes, Franky.

[Steam hisses]

[Indistinct conversations]

Have you finished the tests?

Okay.

All right, everyone, stop
what you're doing. Now.

Mr. Fletcher.

Move!

Sierra Four, we've
got a Code Red.

FRANKY: You lose
something, Miss Ferguson?

Sense of humor, maybe?

Call for the backup. Over.

Check everything.

Tear the place
apart if you have to.

Yes, Governor.

Mr. Jackson.

WILL: All right, everyone.
Up against the wall, please.

Up against the wall, please.

VERA: Now!

What do you want?

- You fucking lagged.
- What are you talking about?

You should have done
it right the first time.

What are you doing?!

No, no. No!

- Hey, have you seen...
- SKY: Piss off, Liz!

What the fuck's going
on here?! Get out!

Bea!

Get the fuck out of here, Liz.

LIZ: What are
you doing this for?!

- Fuck off, Liz!
- Why are you doing it?!

- Fuck off!
- Why are you doing it?

Why are you doing it?
What are you doing it for?!

FRANKY: She told Ferguson.

Bullshit. She
didn't tell Ferguson.

Franky! Franky!

Yes, she did. I set her up,
and she walked right into it.

LIZ: It was me!

It's got nothing to do with you!

I heard you talking in the
frigging stairwell, Franky.

It was me!

Right? It was me.

I did it!

It was me.

Liz, what are you doing?
Why are you doing this?

You don't have to do this.

No, it's the truth,
and I can't stand

watching anyone
else cop the blame.

You cunt.

Get out. Get out.

All of you.

LIZ: It's all right.

- It's all right.
- Get out!

Why?

[Sighs]

It was the pink stuff.

I couldn't stand
watching you sell it,

and I couldn't stand
watching someone else die.

I don't give a shit about
the fucking drugs, Liz.

It's me.

Me.

You lagged on me.

I thought we were family.

You're a pain in the ass,
but you gave a shit about me.

- I never had that before.
- [Sniffles]

Ever.

I trusted you.

Fuck, Franky...

No. Don't touch
me. Don't talk to me.

Just leave me alone.

If you ever come
back to Wentworth,

I will kill you myself.

I want to go into protection.

Have there been repercussions?

No. No, it's not that.

I just want to go.

Well, I'm certainly
not gonna stop you.

Have you managed to
speak with your family,

to make arrangements
for your release?

No, I tried.

The phone queues were too long.

Well...

One good turn deserves another.

Sorry?

It's your daughter's
mobile number.

I'll give you some privacy.

Oh.

We finished the
pregnancy tests, Governor.

And?

All negative.

Has there been a
mistake, do you think?

I think we've been had.

20 years in this job,

and I'm still amazed at
the ingenuity of prisoners.

I'd like to run a second test
on the samples at the lab.

We might as well
do a drug screen,

having gone to the trouble of
collecting a prisonwide sample.

Very well.

Just wait one moment, please.

LIZ: Yeah, I know,
love, I know, but...

Okay, I've got to go,
so I'll speak to you soon.

Yep.

Everything all right?

Yeah, thanks.

Ms. Bennett?

Please escort Ms.
Birdsworth to protection

and see her
belongings are sent over.

Yes, Governor.

Birdsworth.

[Dial tone]

[Telephone dials]

[Rhythmic beeping]

At the third stroke,
it will be six...

Why would she do it?

I should never have told
her about the Pink Dragon.

No. It's not your fault.

Liz did what she had to do.

What's gonna happen
now she's gone, eh?

And I'm afraid about
Franky and what she'll do.

How do we stop her?

You can't.

'Cause you'll just end
up dead or in hospital.

What is it?

Um, nothing. Never mind.

You know, from the very
first day that I've been in here,

everyone thought that
I wanted something...

To be in charge, power.

So they bashed me
and manipulated me.

They pushed me around,
and they killed my daughter.

And I don't know why.

I never asked for anything.

But maybe it's time I did.

So if they're gonna
keep pushing me,

then I think it's time
I pushed right back.

[Door opens]

Good to go?

What the hell is this?

It's your helmet.

That's huge.

Well, that's for your huge head.

Ah! I mean, your huge bun.

- My what?
- I don't want to ruin the bun.

You know what I mean.

♪ Packed my bags,
I'm on my way ♪

♪ Got all the things
I want to take ♪

♪ You promised me
you wouldn't cry ♪

♪ Mama, we both know it's time ♪

♪ I won't miss this place ♪

♪ Try to understand ♪

♪ It's who I am ♪

♪ It's just who I a-a-a-m ♪