Wentworth (2013–…): Season 2, Episode 9 - The Fixer - full transcript
When Ferguson discovers Doreen is the pregnant prisoner, the Governor threatens to have Nash's parole revoked unless she lies about the father. Will is publicly accused of an inappropriate relationship with Bea.
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You fucking lagged.
What are you talking about?
She'd didn't tell Ferguson.
Franky! Franky, it was me!
- What?!
- It was me.
If you ever come
back to Wentworth,
I will kill you myself.
I want to go into protection.
I could use someone
like you on my crew.
Your husband gave
me these for you to sign.
He fancies himself.
Fancies you too.
VERA: It's positive.
- Do we know who it belongs to?
- No.
I've organized for
testing of all inmates
to begin immediately.
Did you hear
about the urine test?
Yeah. So?
Won't they be able
to tell you're pregnant?
♪ 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 ♪
Are you pregnant?
What?
No.
I'm gonna ask you...
one more time.
Are you pregnant?
Oh!
Get off me! Get off!
Don't hit me!
Please! Please! Please!
Get off me!
What the fuck's going on?
DOREEN: Don't hit me!
[Screaming]
Get off me!
[Sobbing]
The sooner you produce a sample,
the sooner you can
return to your unit.
I can't.
There must be a
mistake, Miss Ferguson.
The only mistake, Anderson,
was the inmate you chose
for your substitute urine.
I didn't. I-I swear. I just...
The laboratory found an
anomaly with your specimen.
VERA: We know
you're hiding something.
[Sobbing]
I can stand here
all night if I have to,
so I suggest you get on with it.
[Urinating]
It's positive.
[Sobbing]
[Sobbing]
The women hate me.
FERGUSON: It's
because you're special.
Yeah, only to you.
I'm scared.
I promised you.
I'll protect you.
VERA: Governor?
Governor?
What do you want
done with the prisoner?
[Indistinct
conversations, laughter]
Fucking Darth Vader
and her stormies.
I swear that bitch has
got sand in her snatch.
All that screaming, I thought
someone was getting murdered.
Yeah, and I was having a
really good dream, too, eh?
It's not funny, Boomer.
What's she gonna do to you?
FRANKY: Won't it
fuck up his parole
if they find out it
was Nash's splooge?
[Sighs]
Hey.
- What's wrong with your piss?
- What?
Yeah. I was tested again
'cause of the piss you gave me.
You told me you were clean.
I am. Just... It wasn't my wee.
Then whose wee was it?
Maxine's.
Maxine's pregnant?
[Laughs]
Moving you back
is a calculated risk.
She'll see you as a threat.
But it will unsettle her
too, create opportunity.
It's in your best
interests to strike first.
All right.
But when I take her down,
I'll do it when I'm ready.
I'm simply telling you, I can
put you back in Doyle's orbit,
but I cannot be seen to
interfere in any other way.
You've made the
right decision, Smith.
No fucking way.
Home sweet home, Red.
SKY: What's she doing here?
[Indistinct conversation]
What's your plan, Red?
There's no plan.
[Sighs]
Problem is, I don't
fucking believe you.
This about our little
misunderstanding?
It wasn't so little.
This stinks of Ferguson.
You can't trust that bitch, Red.
What, you think I trust her
when she put me
back in here with you?
Comes down to a play between
us, and it's your guts on the floor.
So why wait?
Let's smash it
right fucking now.
You got it so wrong.
I'm no threat to you.
You got that fucking right.
- JESSICA: Have you seen Bea?
- BOOMER: Over there.
Bea, you've got to come.
Maxine's going ape shit.
Shit.
Aah!
Maxine? Hey!
- Hey, stop it.
- Get off me!
You try and keep
the screws away.
Hey. Stop, stop, stop, stop!
Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Stop, honey. It's okay.
Shh. It's okay. It's me.
Come on, you're all right.
What happened?
What happened?
They stopped my HRT.
Oh! Baby.
I gave my urine to Jess,
and she gave it to Doreen.
Did someone lag?
No, the lab picked it up.
It's got a unique drug
signature, apparently.
It's all the... It's all
the hormones I take.
Do you know what will
happen if I stop taking my meds?
Shh, shh, shh.
[Sobs]
Shh, it's okay.
It's okay.
Come here. Look at me.
You know, Ferguson's
not the only one
who can source drugs in here.
All right?
Franky? No.
Bea, she's gonna want
something in return.
Honey, do you want
those meds or not?
[Door lock chirps]
See, I don't make
the rules, Mr. Smith.
I'm just underpaid
to enforce them.
Yeah, stuff your
rules. I want to see her.
Then you should
have scheduled a visit.
You've been here
enough times, Mr. Smith,
to know procedure, okay?
You fill this in, we'll see what
we can do for you next week.
- No, look, I'm here now.
- [Beep, door unlocks]
Oi, you. I want
to see Bea Smith.
Well, I doubt that Bea
would want to see you.
And how would you
know what my wife wants?
Ex-wife.
Fine. But I'm not
going anywhere.
You can tell that bitch
that I'm gonna dump
all her shit in the tip.
Now, you tell her.
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Now, for some people, this
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Hey, I heard about this morning.
Are you all right?
I'm so sorry,
Doreen. I didn't know.
It's not your fault.
You sure you're okay?
Yeah, they were gonna
find out sooner or later, so...
Smith. Outside.
Hey, your ex is here to see you.
What does he want?
Well, he's selling the house
and packed all your stuff.
BEA: So?
He said he's gonna pay a
month's rent on a storage unit
but won't pay any more.
BEA: Yeah, well, you
tell him to put it in a letter.
So you're back at H2?
Excuse me.
Anderson. Come with me.
WILL: Right, well, just...
- Just be careful.
- Okay.
FERGUSON: I can't begin to
tell you how disappointed I am.
You're a peer worker.
You are meant to be an
example to the other women.
I gave you the garden project,
and you turn around
and do this to me.
I didn't mean to disappoint
you, Ms. Ferguson.
As governor, Anderson,
every breach of the
rules disappoints me.
Who's the father?
Who is responsible?
I am.
Who is the father?
You can hit me
again, but I ain't saying.
Ms. Bennett?
Take her back to her work unit.
Ms. Bennett?
Wait there, Anderson.
It's either an officer or
a prisoner from Walford.
Find out who.
JIANNA: He's gonna
grow up without a dad.
He doesn't need one.
I've got nobody now.
I'm all alone.
Don't say that. You're not.
You don't have to be alone.
Ever.
Little bugger kicked.
Can you feel it?
[Gasps]
She doesn't want to see you.
She wants you to put
all the details in a letter.
No, that's bullshit. I have
every right to see her.
I was married to her
for 16 bloody years.
And you divorced her.
HARRY: What would
you know about that?
Well, I know that Bea's
better off without you.
Do you think I don't
know what's going on?
What's going on?
- You and my wife, mate.
- Ex-wife.
She was still my wife when
you started fucking her.
Right, get out.
Well, he's not bloody
denying it, is he?
I'm ordering you
off the premises.
I knew last time I was here
there was something going...
- Don't fucking touch me!
- Get out.
All right!
Cusack, when you're
finished, report back to base.
You tell her this is
where our daughter is.
This isn't fucking over, mate!
[Door lock chirps]
[Engine starts]
[Tires screech]
[Crash]
Oi!
You're a dead man, Smith!
[Horn honks]
You right, Will?
What was all that for?
The garden project.
What about it?
Did Doreen Anderson
have time alone
with any of the male prisoners?
If she did, I wouldn't have
been doing my job properly.
Well, that's already
been established.
Did you allow any
inappropriate fraternization?
I don't know. Define
"inappropriate."
Jesus, Vera. Lighten up.
Don't patronize me.
This is about me
and Fletch, isn't it?
Let me be clear.
If you say nothing now and I
discover there was such contact,
whether you were
complicit or simply negligent,
there will be severe
consequences for your career.
So I will ask you again.
Officer Miles,
were you aware of
any incorrect relations
between Anderson
and a Walford prisoner?
[Knock on door]
FERGUSON: Yes?
Governor, have you got a minute?
Of course, Mr. Jackson.
Um [Clears throat] I want
to report an accusation
that was made against me
by a member of the public.
Go on.
Ah, the prisoner Bea Smith...
Her ex-husband arrived
for an unscheduled visit
and, when it was
denied, he accused me
of, um, having inappropriate
relationship with her.
And you are reporting
this to me because...?
He made the accusation
at the visitors reception
in front of witnesses.
- And there's no truth in it?
- Of course not, Governor.
You are one of
my finest officers.
Put in a full report.
I'll lodge it formally
with the department.
Anything else?
Um, I think he
could be responsible
for a campaign of
harassment against me.
Really? What sort of harassment?
Threatening texts,
malicious damage to my bike,
and my house was ransacked.
And you have proof
of this for the police?
- No.
- [Knock on door]
FERGUSON: Yes?
Well, as I said, I
suggest you file a report.
Just to protect yourself.
Thank you, Mr. Jackson.
Yes, Vera?
I know who it is.
[Footsteps approaching]
[Beep, door unlocks]
Nash Taylor.
Did he rape you?
No.
No, we love each other.
FERGUSON: Mm.
Well, then, that must
be very disconcerting.
He's up for parole,
with two years of a suspended
sentence hanging over him.
Two extra years for
two sweaty minutes.
[Sobbing] No. Please.
Please don't say
anything, Ms. Ferguson.
But I have to, Doreen.
I can't leave a prisoner's
pregnancy unexplained.
DOREEN: [Sobbing]
Of course...
you might be lying to me.
To protect someone else?
What?
I mean, who's to say
that Mr. Taylor is
the responsible party?
You know, it's not unknown
for a prison officer to seduce
someone under their charge.
In fact, I'm currently dealing
with just such an accusation.
Against Mr. Jackson.
What, you...
You... You want me to say
Mr. Jackson got me pregnant?
I'd hate to see your young man
spend another two years in jail
for something he didn't do.
LIZ: Mr. Jackson?
Are you sure that's
what she was saying?
Yeah.
I mean, she didn't say
it outright, like I had to,
but that's what
she was getting at.
Well, what has she got
against Will Jackson?
I don't know.
Oh, mate, it must be some
bloody political hoo-ha.
You are better off
to stay out of it, Dor,
and just let them sort it out.
Well, what about Nash?
You've only got to hang
on for a couple more weeks.
Ohh! That's easier
said than done, Liz.
Hey, hey, darling, what is
the worst she can do to you?
Stick you in the slot. Yeah?
[Chuckles] How's Bea going?
Yeah, she's good.
She's back in H2, your old cell.
- No way!
- Yeah, she asked for it.
Well, why in the bloody hell
would she go and do
a stupid thing like that?
I don't know, but
I'm glad she did
'cause with you not there it
gives me someone to talk to.
Ooh, I bet Franky's
pissed off. Is she?
[Sighs] Yeah.
Now I'm worried she'll
make a move on her.
No, mate, she wouldn't dare.
No, Bea'll be
looking out for it now,
and she'll be safe as
long as she's got Maxine.
[Up-tempo rock music
playing through earphones]
Rose, you want a cuppa?
No, thanks.
Hey, uh...
We, um, still on for
dinner tomorrow night?
Um, no, I-I don't think I can.
WILL: Oh.
Okay.
Can I ask why?
Yeah, sorry.
Something's just come up.
[Cheeping]
[Indistinct conversations]
I can't do it.
Mate, you don't have a
choice, if you want those meds.
What if she asks
me to hurt people?
Then you've got to do it.
♪ You've got such
a beautiful body ♪
♪ Now you're looking fine ♪
♪ The way you walk
and the way you move ♪
♪ It's party time ♪
♪ Everybody's looking at you ♪
Your fucking breath stinks!
[Laughter]
Ooh, God.
[Cheering]
Hey, Maxie, pull up a
chair. You might get lucky.
Can I talk to you?
- What?
- Can I talk to you?
[Indistinct shouting]
Come on, come on. Take a seat.
It's tradition in here.
Every girl gets a lap
dance on her birthday, eh?
- Come on. Come on, do it.
- It's not my birthday.
I can come back later.
No, no, no, I'm busy
later. Now's good.
[Laughter]
The governor's cut off my meds.
I was hoping you
could help me out.
All right, party's over.
- What? No!
- Come on.
Fuck off.
[Music stops]
Go.
[Indistinct conversations]
Ah.
FRANKY: Sorry about that.
Come sit down. Come on.
Thank you.
What do you need?
I wrote it down.
Pbbbbht.
It's gonna cost you.
You prepared to pay the rent?
Yes. How much?
Nothing in coin.
You want this shit
on a regular basis?
Then you're my hench.
DOREEN: I've had a
think, Ms. Ferguson.
Good.
The thing is, no one can
prove Nash is the father.
Only one of them
DNA tests can do that.
And even then, you'd have
to wait for the baby to be born.
And Mr. Taylor will
long be free by then.
Mm.
You know, some years ago,
at another
correctional facility,
there was a prisoner,
a young woman,
similar in age to you.
She entered the prison
one month pregnant.
[Moaning]
Delivered six weeks premature.
It was an emergency labor.
No time for a hospital.
It was a complicated birth.
The child almost died.
A boy.
The prisoner was
given permission
to keep the baby with her.
Over the next six months,
she naturally formed a
very close bond with him.
[Baby fussing]
But unfortunately for the woman,
the governor saw this
child as a distraction
to the smooth
running of his prison.
Protective services
became involved,
and a social
worker investigated.
[Baby crying]
[Crying] Please, please, no, no!
He ended up siding
with the governor,
ordering the
removal of the child.
It was very
traumatic for the girl.
To have formed
such an intimate bond
with something so precious,
only to have it ripped away.
I blame the social worker myself
for being so easily
manipulated, but...
Governors, you know, they
have such influence and power.
These tragedies can happen.
[Indistinct conversations]
BOOMER: [Laughing
] Hey. How's it going?
I've got a job for you, Maxie.
[Door opens]
Come on. Let's
get this over with.
Come on!
[Groans]
[Coughs]
Now, are you sure
there's no dizziness?
- Yeah.
- Or headaches?
- No, I'm fine.
- No?
Okay.
Just a sec. I just want to
check your abdomen, okay?
Is there any pain
when I press here?
No.
- ROSE: What about there?
- No.
No?
Don't suppose you're
gonna tell me who did this?
Uh, do you need any painkillers
or something to
help you sleep at all?
- I'm okay.
- No?
All right, then, uh, when
Mr. Jackson's finished with you,
you can return to your unit.
- Thanks.
- Yeah.
[Exhales sharply]
Are we finished?
Go on, then. Get out of here.
It's a waste of time.
You know they'd rather
cop a beating than lag.
Well, I'm... I'm surprised
she wouldn't talk to you.
Look, Will, it's...
It's not my place
to judge, but, um...
I heard what her
ex-husband said to you.
Is it true?
[Indistinct conversations]
Have I backed the wrong horse?
No.
[Grunts]
Doyle?
She doesn't do
her own dirty work.
Then I suggest she needs
some encouragement.
- Yeah, I'm working on it.
- Work harder.
Wait.
I'm gonna need
something from you first.
Miss Bennett, can I have a word?
Why was I shut out of
the... the lab test results?
I deemed that
information "need to know."
I'm the nurse.
If there is a pregnant
prisoner, I do need to know.
I-Is it Bea Smith?
Smith? Why would you think that?
Well, there's been accusations
of an affair between
her and an officer.
And if she was
pregnant to a guard
and the other prisoners
found out about it,
it might explain
why she was bashed.
It's not Smith, it's Anderson.
And it wasn't an officer, it
was a prisoner from Walford.
[Indistinct shouting]
Oh, look at you, little maggie.
You're so cute, eh?
[Cheeping]
It's very tame, isn't it?
To take a wild thing
like that and nurture it.
You enjoy mothering, don't you?
You know...
I might be in here,
but I still have rights.
And no social worker will be
taking my baby away from me.
There are other ways
to lose a baby, Doreen.
I'm gonna do it.
I've got no choice.
Oh, mate, of course
you've got a choice.
You make a false accusation,
you open yourself up to a whole
world of pain you don't need.
But he's just a screw.
What does it matter?
No, Will Jackson is one of
the few decent screws in here.
Why not say it was Mr. Fletcher?
I mean, I could
half believe that.
Liz, I wouldn't do
it with any screw.
Of course you wouldn't,
and that's why you've
got to stick to your guns.
She's gonna take my
baby. Or worse, she'll kill it!
Come on, come on,
you're being ridiculous.
Darling, she is just trying
to intimidate you, Dor.
Well, it's working!
You have got to be strong.
[Sobs]
It's easy for you to say.
You don't even have kids, Liz.
I do.
What?
I... I've... I've
got two kids, Dor.
[Sighs] Okay?
And I stuffed up
with both of them.
You never said bloody nothing!
It's because there's
bloody nothing to say.
Bullshit! I tell you everything!
- Dor, don't.
- Liz!
No, I'm not gonna do this now.
- How can you not...
- I can't!
Just leave it. Leave it.
I, um, lost my kids because
I made a shitty decision,
and I don't want you to
make the same mistake I did.
[Sighs]
Oh, you got to be strong, Dor.
Yeah? Be strong.
Miss Bennett?
I've got a message
for the governor.
Tell her...
Tell her she can make
all the threats she likes,
but I won't be saying
Mr. Jackson's the
father of my baby
when it's not true.
ROSE: Will.
Will, I...
I owe you an apology.
I got my wires pretty badly...
- Yeah, you did.
- Crossed. Yeah.
I fucked up.
Anyway, I'm sorry.
[Typing]
- Rose?
- Hmm?
I haven't got
around to canceling
that dinner booking yet.
VERA: But Will Jackson.
Why Will Jackson?
I have reason to
believe that Mr. Jackson
is involved in an
inappropriate relationship
with the prisoner Bea Smith.
I can't prove it, but I
believe it to be fact.
My efforts to get Anderson
to implicate Mr. Jackson
were an attempt to further
mitigate damage to this prison.
To give me grounds for
his immediate dismissal.
- But...
- But what?
Sometimes you have to stir
up the waters to catch a fish.
- You could have him charged.
- [Beep, door unlocks]
What, and put the system through
a very public and
protracted legal battle?
That kind of spectacle
would do no one within
these walls any favors.
I made an executive decision
to cut out the rot
before it spreads.
- Do you understand?
- Of course, Governor.
What do we do with Anderson?
Slot her.
No.
[Sobbing] No.
No! No!
No-o-o-o-o!
You look beautiful, by the way.
Oh... [Laughs]
[Laughs]
[Speaks indistinctly]
- WILL: You good?
- Yep.
[Engine starts]
[Engine starts]
[Tires screech]
- [Tires screech]
- ROSE: Jesus! Will!
WILL: [Grunting]
[Breathing heavily]
Rose?
Rose?
[Indistinct radio chatter]
MAN: Hello. Can you hear me?
Just open... No
response. Get the gear.
Hey, look, is she
gonna be all right?
It's too early to tell, mate.
Could you let her family
know where she's going?
Get that line in.
FERGUSON: What's her condition?
Mm. Yes, her
details are on file.
Which hospital?
I'll see that her
family's informed.
Keep me updated.
WILL: Rose?
Hey.
Hey.
[Sighs]
Rose, you're gonna
be okay, all right?
Was there an accident?
It wasn't an accident.
Huh?
Don't worry about it.
I'll see you soon,
okay? Promise.
[Groans]
What do you want?
Open the fucking door!
I got nothing to say to you.
Oh, we won't be doing
much talking, mate.
Open the door!
Open the door, Harry. I'm
fucking... Open the door!
I'm calling the cops!
7 Cromwell Ave., Vermont.
Open the door, Harry.
I've got a psychopath
trying to break into my house.
He's got an ax. You've
got to send someone now!
You leave that
van the fuck alone!
I've done nothing to you!
Except you ran me
off the fucking road!
- Fuck!
- Slashed my tires!
Trashed my fucking house!
Get off it, you mongrel!
[Siren wailing]
You're gone, mate!
I'm so... I'm so sorry, Bea.
How are your hands?
They're... They're fine.
- [Pills rattle]
- Got something for you.
They're my meds.
- These are my hormones.
- Yeah, the real deal.
Not that shit Franky's
been giving you.
And when you run out, I
can get you some more.
How?
No need to worry about that.
Just think of it as payment.
Payment for what?
I need you to be my eyes
and ears on Franky's crew.
You planned this?
Needed Franky to trust you.
OFFICER ON P.A.:
Attention, compound.
Final count will
commence in two minutes.
I need you to hide this for me.
I can't keep it in H2.
I need you to tell me everything
that Franky's planning, right?
I need to know when
she's coming for me.
Gotcha.
There won't be any
charges. I've seen to that.
No need to thank
me, Mr. Jackson.
Just lucky for you I
have the right friends.
Thank you, Governor.
I don't condone what you did,
but I do understand
why you did it.
Let's just hope that Harry
Smith has learned his lesson.
Yeah, well, I doubt that.
Well, I'm sure he won't
harass you anymore.
As for running you off the road,
just let the police
deal with that, yes?
After all, I don't want to
lose the best officer I have.
[Sobbing] No!
[Sobbing]
[Gary Jules' "Mad World" plays]
♪ All around me
are familiar faces ♪
♪ Worn-out places ♪
♪ Worn-out faces ♪
♪ Hide my head, I want
to drown my sorrow ♪
♪ No tomorrow ♪
♪ No tomorrow ♪
♪ And I find it kinda funny ♪
♪ I find it kinda sad ♪
♪ The dreams in which I'm
dying are the best I've ever had ♪
♪ I find it hard to tell you ♪
♪ I find it hard to take ♪
♪ When people run in circles ♪
♪ It's a very, very ♪
♪ Mad world ♪
[Door slot creaks]
♪ Mad world ♪
♪ Children waiting for
the day they feel good ♪
[Wailing]
♪ Happy birthday,
happy birthday ♪
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You fucking lagged.
What are you talking about?
She'd didn't tell Ferguson.
Franky! Franky, it was me!
- What?!
- It was me.
If you ever come
back to Wentworth,
I will kill you myself.
I want to go into protection.
I could use someone
like you on my crew.
Your husband gave
me these for you to sign.
He fancies himself.
Fancies you too.
VERA: It's positive.
- Do we know who it belongs to?
- No.
I've organized for
testing of all inmates
to begin immediately.
Did you hear
about the urine test?
Yeah. So?
Won't they be able
to tell you're pregnant?
♪ 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 ♪
Are you pregnant?
What?
No.
I'm gonna ask you...
one more time.
Are you pregnant?
Oh!
Get off me! Get off!
Don't hit me!
Please! Please! Please!
Get off me!
What the fuck's going on?
DOREEN: Don't hit me!
[Screaming]
Get off me!
[Sobbing]
The sooner you produce a sample,
the sooner you can
return to your unit.
I can't.
There must be a
mistake, Miss Ferguson.
The only mistake, Anderson,
was the inmate you chose
for your substitute urine.
I didn't. I-I swear. I just...
The laboratory found an
anomaly with your specimen.
VERA: We know
you're hiding something.
[Sobbing]
I can stand here
all night if I have to,
so I suggest you get on with it.
[Urinating]
It's positive.
[Sobbing]
[Sobbing]
The women hate me.
FERGUSON: It's
because you're special.
Yeah, only to you.
I'm scared.
I promised you.
I'll protect you.
VERA: Governor?
Governor?
What do you want
done with the prisoner?
[Indistinct
conversations, laughter]
Fucking Darth Vader
and her stormies.
I swear that bitch has
got sand in her snatch.
All that screaming, I thought
someone was getting murdered.
Yeah, and I was having a
really good dream, too, eh?
It's not funny, Boomer.
What's she gonna do to you?
FRANKY: Won't it
fuck up his parole
if they find out it
was Nash's splooge?
[Sighs]
Hey.
- What's wrong with your piss?
- What?
Yeah. I was tested again
'cause of the piss you gave me.
You told me you were clean.
I am. Just... It wasn't my wee.
Then whose wee was it?
Maxine's.
Maxine's pregnant?
[Laughs]
Moving you back
is a calculated risk.
She'll see you as a threat.
But it will unsettle her
too, create opportunity.
It's in your best
interests to strike first.
All right.
But when I take her down,
I'll do it when I'm ready.
I'm simply telling you, I can
put you back in Doyle's orbit,
but I cannot be seen to
interfere in any other way.
You've made the
right decision, Smith.
No fucking way.
Home sweet home, Red.
SKY: What's she doing here?
[Indistinct conversation]
What's your plan, Red?
There's no plan.
[Sighs]
Problem is, I don't
fucking believe you.
This about our little
misunderstanding?
It wasn't so little.
This stinks of Ferguson.
You can't trust that bitch, Red.
What, you think I trust her
when she put me
back in here with you?
Comes down to a play between
us, and it's your guts on the floor.
So why wait?
Let's smash it
right fucking now.
You got it so wrong.
I'm no threat to you.
You got that fucking right.
- JESSICA: Have you seen Bea?
- BOOMER: Over there.
Bea, you've got to come.
Maxine's going ape shit.
Shit.
Aah!
Maxine? Hey!
- Hey, stop it.
- Get off me!
You try and keep
the screws away.
Hey. Stop, stop, stop, stop!
Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Stop, honey. It's okay.
Shh. It's okay. It's me.
Come on, you're all right.
What happened?
What happened?
They stopped my HRT.
Oh! Baby.
I gave my urine to Jess,
and she gave it to Doreen.
Did someone lag?
No, the lab picked it up.
It's got a unique drug
signature, apparently.
It's all the... It's all
the hormones I take.
Do you know what will
happen if I stop taking my meds?
Shh, shh, shh.
[Sobs]
Shh, it's okay.
It's okay.
Come here. Look at me.
You know, Ferguson's
not the only one
who can source drugs in here.
All right?
Franky? No.
Bea, she's gonna want
something in return.
Honey, do you want
those meds or not?
[Door lock chirps]
See, I don't make
the rules, Mr. Smith.
I'm just underpaid
to enforce them.
Yeah, stuff your
rules. I want to see her.
Then you should
have scheduled a visit.
You've been here
enough times, Mr. Smith,
to know procedure, okay?
You fill this in, we'll see what
we can do for you next week.
- No, look, I'm here now.
- [Beep, door unlocks]
Oi, you. I want
to see Bea Smith.
Well, I doubt that Bea
would want to see you.
And how would you
know what my wife wants?
Ex-wife.
Fine. But I'm not
going anywhere.
You can tell that bitch
that I'm gonna dump
all her shit in the tip.
Now, you tell her.
MAN ON RADIO: Overweight
passengers on airlines
pay more for their seats.
Now, for some people, this
argument comes down to
a very simple matter of physics.
They say when it comes to
working out what an airline...
Hey, I heard about this morning.
Are you all right?
I'm so sorry,
Doreen. I didn't know.
It's not your fault.
You sure you're okay?
Yeah, they were gonna
find out sooner or later, so...
Smith. Outside.
Hey, your ex is here to see you.
What does he want?
Well, he's selling the house
and packed all your stuff.
BEA: So?
He said he's gonna pay a
month's rent on a storage unit
but won't pay any more.
BEA: Yeah, well, you
tell him to put it in a letter.
So you're back at H2?
Excuse me.
Anderson. Come with me.
WILL: Right, well, just...
- Just be careful.
- Okay.
FERGUSON: I can't begin to
tell you how disappointed I am.
You're a peer worker.
You are meant to be an
example to the other women.
I gave you the garden project,
and you turn around
and do this to me.
I didn't mean to disappoint
you, Ms. Ferguson.
As governor, Anderson,
every breach of the
rules disappoints me.
Who's the father?
Who is responsible?
I am.
Who is the father?
You can hit me
again, but I ain't saying.
Ms. Bennett?
Take her back to her work unit.
Ms. Bennett?
Wait there, Anderson.
It's either an officer or
a prisoner from Walford.
Find out who.
JIANNA: He's gonna
grow up without a dad.
He doesn't need one.
I've got nobody now.
I'm all alone.
Don't say that. You're not.
You don't have to be alone.
Ever.
Little bugger kicked.
Can you feel it?
[Gasps]
She doesn't want to see you.
She wants you to put
all the details in a letter.
No, that's bullshit. I have
every right to see her.
I was married to her
for 16 bloody years.
And you divorced her.
HARRY: What would
you know about that?
Well, I know that Bea's
better off without you.
Do you think I don't
know what's going on?
What's going on?
- You and my wife, mate.
- Ex-wife.
She was still my wife when
you started fucking her.
Right, get out.
Well, he's not bloody
denying it, is he?
I'm ordering you
off the premises.
I knew last time I was here
there was something going...
- Don't fucking touch me!
- Get out.
All right!
Cusack, when you're
finished, report back to base.
You tell her this is
where our daughter is.
This isn't fucking over, mate!
[Door lock chirps]
[Engine starts]
[Tires screech]
[Crash]
Oi!
You're a dead man, Smith!
[Horn honks]
You right, Will?
What was all that for?
The garden project.
What about it?
Did Doreen Anderson
have time alone
with any of the male prisoners?
If she did, I wouldn't have
been doing my job properly.
Well, that's already
been established.
Did you allow any
inappropriate fraternization?
I don't know. Define
"inappropriate."
Jesus, Vera. Lighten up.
Don't patronize me.
This is about me
and Fletch, isn't it?
Let me be clear.
If you say nothing now and I
discover there was such contact,
whether you were
complicit or simply negligent,
there will be severe
consequences for your career.
So I will ask you again.
Officer Miles,
were you aware of
any incorrect relations
between Anderson
and a Walford prisoner?
[Knock on door]
FERGUSON: Yes?
Governor, have you got a minute?
Of course, Mr. Jackson.
Um [Clears throat] I want
to report an accusation
that was made against me
by a member of the public.
Go on.
Ah, the prisoner Bea Smith...
Her ex-husband arrived
for an unscheduled visit
and, when it was
denied, he accused me
of, um, having inappropriate
relationship with her.
And you are reporting
this to me because...?
He made the accusation
at the visitors reception
in front of witnesses.
- And there's no truth in it?
- Of course not, Governor.
You are one of
my finest officers.
Put in a full report.
I'll lodge it formally
with the department.
Anything else?
Um, I think he
could be responsible
for a campaign of
harassment against me.
Really? What sort of harassment?
Threatening texts,
malicious damage to my bike,
and my house was ransacked.
And you have proof
of this for the police?
- No.
- [Knock on door]
FERGUSON: Yes?
Well, as I said, I
suggest you file a report.
Just to protect yourself.
Thank you, Mr. Jackson.
Yes, Vera?
I know who it is.
[Footsteps approaching]
[Beep, door unlocks]
Nash Taylor.
Did he rape you?
No.
No, we love each other.
FERGUSON: Mm.
Well, then, that must
be very disconcerting.
He's up for parole,
with two years of a suspended
sentence hanging over him.
Two extra years for
two sweaty minutes.
[Sobbing] No. Please.
Please don't say
anything, Ms. Ferguson.
But I have to, Doreen.
I can't leave a prisoner's
pregnancy unexplained.
DOREEN: [Sobbing]
Of course...
you might be lying to me.
To protect someone else?
What?
I mean, who's to say
that Mr. Taylor is
the responsible party?
You know, it's not unknown
for a prison officer to seduce
someone under their charge.
In fact, I'm currently dealing
with just such an accusation.
Against Mr. Jackson.
What, you...
You... You want me to say
Mr. Jackson got me pregnant?
I'd hate to see your young man
spend another two years in jail
for something he didn't do.
LIZ: Mr. Jackson?
Are you sure that's
what she was saying?
Yeah.
I mean, she didn't say
it outright, like I had to,
but that's what
she was getting at.
Well, what has she got
against Will Jackson?
I don't know.
Oh, mate, it must be some
bloody political hoo-ha.
You are better off
to stay out of it, Dor,
and just let them sort it out.
Well, what about Nash?
You've only got to hang
on for a couple more weeks.
Ohh! That's easier
said than done, Liz.
Hey, hey, darling, what is
the worst she can do to you?
Stick you in the slot. Yeah?
[Chuckles] How's Bea going?
Yeah, she's good.
She's back in H2, your old cell.
- No way!
- Yeah, she asked for it.
Well, why in the bloody hell
would she go and do
a stupid thing like that?
I don't know, but
I'm glad she did
'cause with you not there it
gives me someone to talk to.
Ooh, I bet Franky's
pissed off. Is she?
[Sighs] Yeah.
Now I'm worried she'll
make a move on her.
No, mate, she wouldn't dare.
No, Bea'll be
looking out for it now,
and she'll be safe as
long as she's got Maxine.
[Up-tempo rock music
playing through earphones]
Rose, you want a cuppa?
No, thanks.
Hey, uh...
We, um, still on for
dinner tomorrow night?
Um, no, I-I don't think I can.
WILL: Oh.
Okay.
Can I ask why?
Yeah, sorry.
Something's just come up.
[Cheeping]
[Indistinct conversations]
I can't do it.
Mate, you don't have a
choice, if you want those meds.
What if she asks
me to hurt people?
Then you've got to do it.
♪ You've got such
a beautiful body ♪
♪ Now you're looking fine ♪
♪ The way you walk
and the way you move ♪
♪ It's party time ♪
♪ Everybody's looking at you ♪
Your fucking breath stinks!
[Laughter]
Ooh, God.
[Cheering]
Hey, Maxie, pull up a
chair. You might get lucky.
Can I talk to you?
- What?
- Can I talk to you?
[Indistinct shouting]
Come on, come on. Take a seat.
It's tradition in here.
Every girl gets a lap
dance on her birthday, eh?
- Come on. Come on, do it.
- It's not my birthday.
I can come back later.
No, no, no, I'm busy
later. Now's good.
[Laughter]
The governor's cut off my meds.
I was hoping you
could help me out.
All right, party's over.
- What? No!
- Come on.
Fuck off.
[Music stops]
Go.
[Indistinct conversations]
Ah.
FRANKY: Sorry about that.
Come sit down. Come on.
Thank you.
What do you need?
I wrote it down.
Pbbbbht.
It's gonna cost you.
You prepared to pay the rent?
Yes. How much?
Nothing in coin.
You want this shit
on a regular basis?
Then you're my hench.
DOREEN: I've had a
think, Ms. Ferguson.
Good.
The thing is, no one can
prove Nash is the father.
Only one of them
DNA tests can do that.
And even then, you'd have
to wait for the baby to be born.
And Mr. Taylor will
long be free by then.
Mm.
You know, some years ago,
at another
correctional facility,
there was a prisoner,
a young woman,
similar in age to you.
She entered the prison
one month pregnant.
[Moaning]
Delivered six weeks premature.
It was an emergency labor.
No time for a hospital.
It was a complicated birth.
The child almost died.
A boy.
The prisoner was
given permission
to keep the baby with her.
Over the next six months,
she naturally formed a
very close bond with him.
[Baby fussing]
But unfortunately for the woman,
the governor saw this
child as a distraction
to the smooth
running of his prison.
Protective services
became involved,
and a social
worker investigated.
[Baby crying]
[Crying] Please, please, no, no!
He ended up siding
with the governor,
ordering the
removal of the child.
It was very
traumatic for the girl.
To have formed
such an intimate bond
with something so precious,
only to have it ripped away.
I blame the social worker myself
for being so easily
manipulated, but...
Governors, you know, they
have such influence and power.
These tragedies can happen.
[Indistinct conversations]
BOOMER: [Laughing
] Hey. How's it going?
I've got a job for you, Maxie.
[Door opens]
Come on. Let's
get this over with.
Come on!
[Groans]
[Coughs]
Now, are you sure
there's no dizziness?
- Yeah.
- Or headaches?
- No, I'm fine.
- No?
Okay.
Just a sec. I just want to
check your abdomen, okay?
Is there any pain
when I press here?
No.
- ROSE: What about there?
- No.
No?
Don't suppose you're
gonna tell me who did this?
Uh, do you need any painkillers
or something to
help you sleep at all?
- I'm okay.
- No?
All right, then, uh, when
Mr. Jackson's finished with you,
you can return to your unit.
- Thanks.
- Yeah.
[Exhales sharply]
Are we finished?
Go on, then. Get out of here.
It's a waste of time.
You know they'd rather
cop a beating than lag.
Well, I'm... I'm surprised
she wouldn't talk to you.
Look, Will, it's...
It's not my place
to judge, but, um...
I heard what her
ex-husband said to you.
Is it true?
[Indistinct conversations]
Have I backed the wrong horse?
No.
[Grunts]
Doyle?
She doesn't do
her own dirty work.
Then I suggest she needs
some encouragement.
- Yeah, I'm working on it.
- Work harder.
Wait.
I'm gonna need
something from you first.
Miss Bennett, can I have a word?
Why was I shut out of
the... the lab test results?
I deemed that
information "need to know."
I'm the nurse.
If there is a pregnant
prisoner, I do need to know.
I-Is it Bea Smith?
Smith? Why would you think that?
Well, there's been accusations
of an affair between
her and an officer.
And if she was
pregnant to a guard
and the other prisoners
found out about it,
it might explain
why she was bashed.
It's not Smith, it's Anderson.
And it wasn't an officer, it
was a prisoner from Walford.
[Indistinct shouting]
Oh, look at you, little maggie.
You're so cute, eh?
[Cheeping]
It's very tame, isn't it?
To take a wild thing
like that and nurture it.
You enjoy mothering, don't you?
You know...
I might be in here,
but I still have rights.
And no social worker will be
taking my baby away from me.
There are other ways
to lose a baby, Doreen.
I'm gonna do it.
I've got no choice.
Oh, mate, of course
you've got a choice.
You make a false accusation,
you open yourself up to a whole
world of pain you don't need.
But he's just a screw.
What does it matter?
No, Will Jackson is one of
the few decent screws in here.
Why not say it was Mr. Fletcher?
I mean, I could
half believe that.
Liz, I wouldn't do
it with any screw.
Of course you wouldn't,
and that's why you've
got to stick to your guns.
She's gonna take my
baby. Or worse, she'll kill it!
Come on, come on,
you're being ridiculous.
Darling, she is just trying
to intimidate you, Dor.
Well, it's working!
You have got to be strong.
[Sobs]
It's easy for you to say.
You don't even have kids, Liz.
I do.
What?
I... I've... I've
got two kids, Dor.
[Sighs] Okay?
And I stuffed up
with both of them.
You never said bloody nothing!
It's because there's
bloody nothing to say.
Bullshit! I tell you everything!
- Dor, don't.
- Liz!
No, I'm not gonna do this now.
- How can you not...
- I can't!
Just leave it. Leave it.
I, um, lost my kids because
I made a shitty decision,
and I don't want you to
make the same mistake I did.
[Sighs]
Oh, you got to be strong, Dor.
Yeah? Be strong.
Miss Bennett?
I've got a message
for the governor.
Tell her...
Tell her she can make
all the threats she likes,
but I won't be saying
Mr. Jackson's the
father of my baby
when it's not true.
ROSE: Will.
Will, I...
I owe you an apology.
I got my wires pretty badly...
- Yeah, you did.
- Crossed. Yeah.
I fucked up.
Anyway, I'm sorry.
[Typing]
- Rose?
- Hmm?
I haven't got
around to canceling
that dinner booking yet.
VERA: But Will Jackson.
Why Will Jackson?
I have reason to
believe that Mr. Jackson
is involved in an
inappropriate relationship
with the prisoner Bea Smith.
I can't prove it, but I
believe it to be fact.
My efforts to get Anderson
to implicate Mr. Jackson
were an attempt to further
mitigate damage to this prison.
To give me grounds for
his immediate dismissal.
- But...
- But what?
Sometimes you have to stir
up the waters to catch a fish.
- You could have him charged.
- [Beep, door unlocks]
What, and put the system through
a very public and
protracted legal battle?
That kind of spectacle
would do no one within
these walls any favors.
I made an executive decision
to cut out the rot
before it spreads.
- Do you understand?
- Of course, Governor.
What do we do with Anderson?
Slot her.
No.
[Sobbing] No.
No! No!
No-o-o-o-o!
You look beautiful, by the way.
Oh... [Laughs]
[Laughs]
[Speaks indistinctly]
- WILL: You good?
- Yep.
[Engine starts]
[Engine starts]
[Tires screech]
- [Tires screech]
- ROSE: Jesus! Will!
WILL: [Grunting]
[Breathing heavily]
Rose?
Rose?
[Indistinct radio chatter]
MAN: Hello. Can you hear me?
Just open... No
response. Get the gear.
Hey, look, is she
gonna be all right?
It's too early to tell, mate.
Could you let her family
know where she's going?
Get that line in.
FERGUSON: What's her condition?
Mm. Yes, her
details are on file.
Which hospital?
I'll see that her
family's informed.
Keep me updated.
WILL: Rose?
Hey.
Hey.
[Sighs]
Rose, you're gonna
be okay, all right?
Was there an accident?
It wasn't an accident.
Huh?
Don't worry about it.
I'll see you soon,
okay? Promise.
[Groans]
What do you want?
Open the fucking door!
I got nothing to say to you.
Oh, we won't be doing
much talking, mate.
Open the door!
Open the door, Harry. I'm
fucking... Open the door!
I'm calling the cops!
7 Cromwell Ave., Vermont.
Open the door, Harry.
I've got a psychopath
trying to break into my house.
He's got an ax. You've
got to send someone now!
You leave that
van the fuck alone!
I've done nothing to you!
Except you ran me
off the fucking road!
- Fuck!
- Slashed my tires!
Trashed my fucking house!
Get off it, you mongrel!
[Siren wailing]
You're gone, mate!
I'm so... I'm so sorry, Bea.
How are your hands?
They're... They're fine.
- [Pills rattle]
- Got something for you.
They're my meds.
- These are my hormones.
- Yeah, the real deal.
Not that shit Franky's
been giving you.
And when you run out, I
can get you some more.
How?
No need to worry about that.
Just think of it as payment.
Payment for what?
I need you to be my eyes
and ears on Franky's crew.
You planned this?
Needed Franky to trust you.
OFFICER ON P.A.:
Attention, compound.
Final count will
commence in two minutes.
I need you to hide this for me.
I can't keep it in H2.
I need you to tell me everything
that Franky's planning, right?
I need to know when
she's coming for me.
Gotcha.
There won't be any
charges. I've seen to that.
No need to thank
me, Mr. Jackson.
Just lucky for you I
have the right friends.
Thank you, Governor.
I don't condone what you did,
but I do understand
why you did it.
Let's just hope that Harry
Smith has learned his lesson.
Yeah, well, I doubt that.
Well, I'm sure he won't
harass you anymore.
As for running you off the road,
just let the police
deal with that, yes?
After all, I don't want to
lose the best officer I have.
[Sobbing] No!
[Sobbing]
[Gary Jules' "Mad World" plays]
♪ All around me
are familiar faces ♪
♪ Worn-out places ♪
♪ Worn-out faces ♪
♪ Hide my head, I want
to drown my sorrow ♪
♪ No tomorrow ♪
♪ No tomorrow ♪
♪ And I find it kinda funny ♪
♪ I find it kinda sad ♪
♪ The dreams in which I'm
dying are the best I've ever had ♪
♪ I find it hard to tell you ♪
♪ I find it hard to take ♪
♪ When people run in circles ♪
♪ It's a very, very ♪
♪ Mad world ♪
[Door slot creaks]
♪ Mad world ♪
♪ Children waiting for
the day they feel good ♪
[Wailing]
♪ Happy birthday,
happy birthday ♪