Wentworth (2013–…): Season 3, Episode 11 - The Living and the Dead - full transcript

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Karen Proctor and her mob
killed Harry.

They planted
the wood-splitter at my place.

Did you tell the cops?
Well, no.

Well, what about the splitter?
I destroyed it.

All it'll take is one little jab
with an infected needle

and you and the rug rat can join our
club.

If I got jabbed by a needle that
had Hep C, could the baby catch it?

Did somebody threaten you,
Anderson? Was it Lucy Gambaro?

My Hep C status. I'll mention
it at the next staff meeting.

Is that wise? If you have
aspirations for a governorship,

they won't give it to you if
they know about your condition.



Are you OK? Hey, Jess, I've
got a plumbing job for you.

Hey, Franky, don't flush.

I hit him.
A man, on the bike. He's dead.

The victim's wife
wants to meet with you.

Do I have to do it?

If you really are sorry, then
telling her face to face,

it'll give her closure.

What the hell!
You killed my wife!

Just do it! I don't deserve it!

So, you ready to take on Ferguson,
then?

I hope you've got a bigger
army than me.

She had you run down
like a dog in the street.

She had her thug mess with me.

Tortured Jodie Spiteri.
You know, she killed Simmo Slater?



Yeah, she was the one
who gave her the hotshot.

She's a monster.

But even monsters have
a weak spot, Mr Fletcher.

Where's Ferguson's weak spot?

Where most people's are...

..in the past.

Blackmoore Prison, 2000.
What's at Blackmoore?

Not what. Who.

Ferguson was in love with an
inmate there.

It's possible they had a
relationship.

That's your plan?

Expose the Governor
for screwing a prisoner?

Oh, no, no. I'm not interested in
embarrassing her.

I want to take that bitch
apart a piece at a time.

But to do that, we're
going to have to work together.

What do you want me to do?

I need you to find out who that
prisoner is.

I don't have a last name - only a
first.

Her name is Jianna.

And when I find her?

Who were the senior officers
on duty last night?

Welcome back.

Take Spiteri to the Psych Unit.
Come on.

Thought you worked the graveyard.

Doubling up. The staff
cutbacks are starting to bite.

Tell me about it.
Over-worked, under-paid...

Watch the fuckin' ankle!
Under-appreciated.

Couldn't get someone else to cover?

I don't mind the extra shift.

This one's come at a good time.

Oh!

Now, remove your pants.

I got a steel plate in my
ankle and 16 bloody screws.

The prisoner doesn't
need assistance.

Ms Miles?

Step outside.

During the riot, threatening me
with a syringe full of blood.

That was your idea, wasn't it?

Wasn't it, Gambaro?

Have it your way.

Go for your life.

Long as you finish what you start.

I intend to.

Governor, I was told
you wanted to see me.

Yes, Mr Fletcher.

Sit down.
I prefer to stand.

Since the accident, I find I tend
to cramp up if I sit for too long.

Well, I am so sorry
to hear about that.

Still, you have
recovered remarkably well.

I have a lot to be grateful for.

Your support, for
one thing, Governor.

Mr Fletcher, please. Let's
dispense with the false platitudes.

I think we both
know why you are here.

I have always suspected that
your brain injury wasn't as

debilitating as you made out.

Uh, I... I'm not...
I mean, I don't...

Bleh, bleh, bleh, bleh. Just stop!

Just stop it with the... with
the inarticulation and the slack jaw

and the Neanderthal gait and the...
I mean, did you really think that

you could unsettle me by
dredging up the past, did you?

I mean, is this the best you can do?

Governor, I... I don't...
You don't what, Mr Fletcher?

I...I don't understand
why you're talking to me like this.

Don't you?

Do you know who this is?

No!

Governor, have I...
have I done something wrong?

Well, I don't know, Mr Fletcher.

Have you?

Just... just... just get out.

Get out!

I must have missed
the order for the cell toss.

You didn't. But as this is my prison,

I can search any cell
at any time, at my discretion.

Thought you didn't like
getting your hands dirty.

I'm beginning to think that
policy might have to change.

It's a good likeness,
don't you think?

I can do one for your office
if you like.

Could someone be a
mother to that child!

Do you want me to
try settle him, Dor?

I just didn't get much sleep
last night, OK? I think it's...

Hey.
Don't you fuckin' touch me!

Luce, just relax, OK?
I'm here to help you.

Don't come fuckin' near me!

Shh!

Just listen.

You're going to put
all your weight on me.

The fuck?
I promise I'll be gentle.

On three.
Watch my fuckin' ribs.

I promise I will, love.

One, two, three.

Ah! Ah! Ah!

That's alright. That's alright.

Oh!

Shit, that
sounds really painful, Juice.

What happened to your ankle?

Can you tell us
who did this to you?

I didn't tell no-one.

I'm not a fuckin' lagger.

Yeah, I know you're not a lagger.

Did you think Juice was a lagger?
No. She's a smart cookie.

Fuck off.
Yeah.

Hey!

And that's why you're going to tell
everyone

it was Ferguson
who put you in this chair.

Oh, get fucked!
Hey...

Ah!
You watch your language.

Remember who you're speaking to.
Fuck!

Thank you, Maxine.

There are worse things than
the Freak being on your case, Juice.

Yeah, like what?

Oh, loneliness. Isolation. No crew.

No mates.

You know life in here can be
pretty brutal without any support.

Especially when you're
sitting in your own shit.

You might be top dog and the dog's
bollocks,

but I'm nobody's bitch.

Now give me some privacy so
I can back one out in peace.

Want some peace, do ya?

You be careful what you wish for.

Hey, Stell?
Here we go.

Three, two, one.

Have a seat.

Bingo.

Do you think death by 1,000 cuts
will work on Ferguson?

Only takes one to open an artery.

He's colicky, love,
that's all it is.

And Arty used to be exactly
the same.

He'd get gassed up and there was
nothing you could do,

and he had lungs on him like a
bloody trombone.

He won't feed, Liz.
No, he will.

He will, love, when he's hungry.
But you need to eat too.

Oh, no. No. The thought of it's just
turning my stomach.

Look, I
must be doing something wrong.

You are not doing anything wrong.

Here, pass him over to Aunty Liz.

Come on, love. That's good, Joshy.
That's the way. Come to Lizzie.

Here you go, Dor.
That's the way.

I put extra sugar
in it to pep you up.

Oh, thanks Jess.
Come to Jess!

Righto, righto.

You right?

Jessie loves her Joshy.

Yes, she does.

Franky.
What's up?

Um, she's coming in tomorrow.

The wife of the cyclist I...

The social worker from the court,

she said I could take
someone in with me.

You know, for support.

What time?
11:00

Yeah, I'm going to be up to my
neck in meal prep. Sorry, kiddo.

Leave.
Governor.

Ms Miles.

I need you to bring up
the security access Log for me.

Sure, I can do that.

For which time period?

9pm last night to
7am this morning.

I need to know who accessed
my office. Just do it.

One result.

This access key used. Can you
confirm the officer it belongs to?

Sure.

Governor, you wanted to see me.

Close the door.

How was your night shift?
Fine. Uneventful.

3:46 am, you accessed this office.

Why?
I'm sorry?

I should have seen it coming.
It's been brewing for months.

Ever since your carelessness in the
riot

resulted in a Hepatitis infection,
for which you irrationally blame me.

Governor, I have no idea what
you're...

What are your intentions?

What's your little plan?

Blackmail me?

Force me to resign
so you can sit in this

big chair you've coveted for years?
I don't know what you think...

Do not lie to me!

If you think
you have the upper hand here, Vera,

you can just think again.

Because I have documented evidence
that you deliberately concealed your

medical status from your employer.
Because you told me to...

You continued to participate in Code
Black events involving open wounds,

thereby recklessly putting
prisoners in harm's way.

You know, if you try to use this
against me,

I will annihilate you.

You will what?

I trusted you.

I mentored you.

You... you were a pathetic mouse
of a prison officer

before I moulded
you into the woman you are today.

You moulded me?

You were nothing until I took you
under my wing!

You used me. You manipulated me.

You manipulate everyone.

And for what?

I know you were behind what
happened to Jodie Spiteri.

I am equally certain
everything Bea Smith claimed

about being attacked is true.
I don't pretend to understand

your intentions, but I do know
you are not fit to be Governor.

Hey, Mr Bakula.
Have you been working out?

I've been looking for a
training partner, though.

Oh, really?

Let me help.

I'm sorry.
Look, I said I'm alright, OK?

Yep. Well, don't say I
didn't offer to help.

Doyle!

What is it?

Well, you've read it.
Just tell me what's in it.

Congratulations.

You got it?

Good.

Hey!

Hey, hey, hey.

You right?

I thought I could, but I
can't face her. I can't.

It's alright, love.

Shh. Just breathe.
Just breathe, darl.

We've all got to face our demons
sooner or later, love.

I'm really scared.

I know, I know. I know you are.

And that's because it's
bloody scary.

Hey?

Will you come with me?

Of course I will.

One more. One more.

Not enough, one more.

Oh, come on.
Come on, one more.

Turning me on, Red!

Whoa!

You need to up the oestrogen, Maxie.

Biceps are bigger than your boobs.

You make it really hard to love you
sometimes, Franky.

Relax, I'm just pulling ya dick.

Hey.

What's going on?
I'm just getting ready for the ball.

I'm talking about Ferguson
tossing your cell, smartarse.

She's rattled.
So, you're making a move, right?

What's your plan?

No. No, you've gotta keep your
head down. Think about your parole.

My parole's fucked.

So, I want in.
Help you finish what we started.

No.

No way.

You're no use to me.

You should be concentrating on what you're
going to do when you get out of here.

That's not your call.
Oh, yeah. It is.

Thank you. Thank you all for
attending at such short notice.

I will be brief.

It has come to my attention

that a certain officer
amongst the staff has been

actively undermining my position.

Now, we work in a highly stressful
environment

where absolute trust is paramount,

and I am sorry to say that I have
lost complete faith and trust

in the Deputy Governor.

Ms Bennett's actions,
though regrettable,

are understandable.

She has been under duress, due to a
recent contraction of Hepatitis C.

Nevertheless, her position as
second-in-charge is no longer tenable.

I will be removing her from
the Deputy Governorship as of today.

She will continue on as an officer
but her respons-

Governor Ferguson?

Detective, we are in the middle of a
meeting.

I'm sorry for interrupting,

but I need Mr Jackson to
accompany me into the city.

Is this in relation to
the murder of Harry Smith?

Well, I can't comment on that.

Of course not.

If it can't wait?
No, I'm afraid not.

Mr Jackson?

Jesus Christ.

Did you set Vera up to
take the fall? Huh? Did you? Yeah.

I had to divert suspicion from you.

Fuck it.

She was never part of our deal.

Look, we need to isolate Ferguson,
OK?

That means driving a
wedge between her and Ms Bennett.

No, no! Shafting Vera was
never part of the plan, Bea!

Collateral damage.

She threw her lot in with
Ferguson from the start.

That makes her fair game.

You're just as bad as she is.

Alright, Boomer?
Mm.

Hey, what's up?

You heard about Franky?

Psst!

Christ, Conway, you scared the crap
out of me.

I'm sorry, Ms Miles.

Bea says thank you.
Piece of piss.

Year 10 computer
science finally came in handy.

Now, I trust it won't
end up in the pokies.

No. Dogs, maybe.

Fuck off!
Get back! Oh, fuck.

The fucking lot of ya.

Get fuckin' lost!

Jesus fuckin' Christ!

Hey, Franky. Can I've a word?

Ow! Fuck!

Congrats on your parole.

Apparently, you knew before
we had our little chat.

And what's your point?

You're willing to sacrifice everything
for a little bit of payback, are ya?

Well, you'd know all
about that, wouldn't you?

It'll really disappoint me
if you fuck up your parole.

Ferguson's not going to let
me out of here. You know that.

Nah, she can't stop you now.

You don't fuckin' get it, Red.

What don't I get?

Huh? What don't I fuckin' get?

I told Bridget something -

something bad I'd done,
and someone recorded it.

Is this about Meg Jackson?

How do you know about that?

Never mind.

Who's got the recording?
Mr Jackson.

Is he gonna take it to the cops?
It doesn't matter.

It was illegally recorded.
It's inadmissible.

OK, so what's your problem then?

The problem
is, Ferguson was behind it.

She's got it in for me.

The only way I'm getting out of here
is in a box, unless she goes first.

No, I don't want your help,
and I don't need it.

So, you just stay out of my way.

Hey.

Are you fuckin' with me head?

No. I'm cleaning, actually.

No, don't do that.

And you give me that moopy
look and you say things like,

you know, "Oh, don't say
I didn't offer to help."

Hey, I was being...
What was that, eh?

I was being serious.

You know, if you are fucking with me
head then stop, alright?

Just stop! Because I'm fucked up
enough, OK?

I want a baby,
and you've got the spoof!

Hey, can we please,
please, can we call it sperm?

Yeah, whatever!

I...

Booms, has this got
anything to do with Franky?

No, I want a baby!
I think you want Franky.

I'm not gay.

You miss her, and now she's getting
out.

OK? You're lonely.

I got nothing.
Oh, no, no, no, love.

That is so not true.

What have I got?

No, you said...
you said you didn't...

Sue Jenkins, you've got me.

Have I?
Yes.

Really?
Mm-hm. Come here, you.

Come on. Oh!

There you go. Oh!

Oh, jeez.
Were you just...?

Fuck no.
I love you, but...

like a sister.

My sister's a fuckin' slut.

Franky?
Yeah?

I heard you got your parole
approved.

Yeah, that's right.

Yeah, well, you should
be over the bloody moon.

Should I?

You're not worried about it, are
ya? You're going to be fine.

You'll eat it up.

You ever had a premonition, Liz?
No.

I'm
never getting out of here alive.

Oh, now, that is just
your fear talking, yeah?

Come on, mate. Come on! Oh!

It's been ages since you fed.

Come on, you've gotta be
hungry by now, babe. Come on.

Maybe it's time to
put him on a bottle. What?

Well, then I can help feed and you
don't have to go through the hassle.

Breastfeeding's not a hassle, Jess.
I just...

I don't know what to do.

Do you know where Liz is?
Getting drunk, for all I know.

Please, can you find her for me?

But you don't need Liz.
You've got me.

Please, I just need you to find Liz.
Please.

Ms Atkins, I've
got Spiteri from the Psych Unit.

Yes, Jodie. Hi. Come take a seat.

We need to change that dressing.

Alright, let's have a look.

It's a bit weepy, Jodie.

I'm just gonna get some saline
solution to irrigate it. OK?

Your eye.

Now, you need to tell me what
you know about Ferguson.

When she was a guard at Blackmoore,
I... I caught her with Jianna.

When Jianna's
bub got taken, Ferguson lost it.

Who took the baby?
A social worker.

And then what happened?
Did Jianna kill herself?

How do you know that?
Cos I've heard this story before.

Then you heard it wrong.

Jianna didn't kill herself.

It was the prisoners,
because of Ferguson.

Fletch.

Vera, I've gotta leave work.

What? What do you mean?
There's something I've gotta do.

Fletch, we're
already short-staffed!

I can't cover for you and Will!

2:17am. Morning of the 25th.

Spencer's Lake.

CCTV camera on the boathouse.
It's not me.

GP062. Sound familiar?

What were you throwing in the lake,
Will?

It's not me.

It's your bike.
It must have been stolen.

There's no stolen vehicle report.
First thing I checked.

OK, they must have taken it during
the night and then returned it.

Come on, mate. Do you know
how ridiculous that sounds?

That's not my helmet or jacket!

What did you throw into the water?

I'm telling you, it's not me.

Police divers are currently
searching the lake!

They will find whatever it is you
tossed in there!

I didn't throw anything in the
fucking lake!

Listen, Will, you come clean now,
it'll go better for you.

But if you wait until my divers
come up with the goods...

Are you arresting me?

Are you charging me
with a crime, Detective?

Oh, shit.

I remember everything.

Feel better after your shower?

No, not really. I'm just exhausted.

Yeah. So is the little one.
He's finally asleep.

Thank god.

Why don't I take him back
to H2 and put him down?

That'd be great. Thanks, Jess.

Sure.

Ms Ferguson?

I heard you.

Just after you gave birth...
you told Smith about us.

And then... you laughed at me
and called me a freak.

I trusted you.

Joshua? Josh? Joshua?

Nurse Atkins?

Yes?
How's Doreen going?

Oh, she's got a high temp
and she's having a bit of trouble

getting Josh to feed. I'm going to
try her now with an express pump.

Well, I
wasn't gonna say anything,

but with Joshie crying so much...
Yeah?

This morning, when Doreen was trying
to settle him,

I walked into her cell, and...

What?
She was yelling at him.

Mm-hm.
And I mean really screaming.

And I'm only telling you because
I'm really worried what might

happen if she's left alone
with him here all night.

Well,
new mothers can get overwhelmed.

Maybe Doreen could do with
a respite from the baby

and get a good night's sleep.

Yeah, I was thinking that too.
Mm-hm.

Yes, you are.

Hey, Jess.

What do you want?

Oh, I just heard about Dor

and I thought I'd just come and
check Josh is being looked after.

Of course Josh is being looked
after!

Hey! Yeah, well just be gentle,
Jess.

Don't tell me how to handle Joshy.

You're not his carer - I am.

You're too much of a drunken
old slag to be trusted.

There's no need for that, love.

Doreen's just lucky she saw your
true colours in time.

Before you had a chance to get
your boozy old hands all over him.

It was you, wasn't it?

You're the one that
planted the grog in my cell.

I didn't make you drink it, did I?

How's Anderson?

I'm just waiting on a blood
test to come back.

I'll be with you in a minute.

I just need to finish
this delivery first.

Cheers.
Thank you.

Ms Miles, why are you the only
officer manning this desk?

We're two officers down, Governor.

Mr Jackson,
didn't expect to see you again.

I trust everything's OK?

It will be, Governor.

Ms Bennett, why are
we two officers down?

We're not, with Mr Jackson back.

Well then, Ms Bennett, why are we
one officer down?

Mr Fletcher left earlier.

Why?
He didn't offer an explanation.

Well, then you'll
have to cover for him.

I'm already at the end of a double.

But you spent so little of your time
last night actually working.

Put Mr Fletcher on
permanent stress leave.

That's a job for
the Deputy Governor.

Whoever that is.

Consider it your final deed.

Ferguson killed Harry.

What? How do you know?

Fletch remembered.
Ferguson's got it in for me.

I think she tried to set
me up for Harry's murder.

Why? It goes back to when I was a
social worker,

and she
was an officer at Blackmoore.

I took a baby away from a prisoner.
Jianna.

What? You... you know?

Yeah, but I didn't know that you
were involved.

Yeah, but I fucked up though, Bea.

Police have me on CCTV getting
rid of the splitter head.

If they find it,
they're going to arrest me.

The guy who attacked me is
the guy who tried to kill Fletch.

In here is his DNA.

He works for Ferguson.
Well, how did you get it?

My nails. I scratched him.

You give that to the cops, it'll
match the DNA on Harry's body.

But they don't know who the DNA
belongs to, so what's the point?

His name, Bea.
I need to know his name.

For fuck's sake, Stell, give me a
break. I can't do this on me own.

You can piss your
pants, for all I care.

Fuck off.

I'll never take help
from a screw with a cock.

Suit yourself.

I'll deal with her, Mr Bakula.

Where are you taking me?

This isn't the way to the dunny.

You didn't answer my question.

You got out of the riot, didn't ya?

What's the big fuckin' deal?

Unless you got jabbed.

You copped a dose of Hep C,
didn't ya?

Welcome to my world, Vinegar Tits!

So, it was your blood.

Oh!

What are you gonna do?
Throw me down the stairs?

Why shouldn't I?

You're just a fucking
filthy drug abuser.

I...I caught Hep from some dodgy
blood, when I had my hysterectomy.

But what would you care?

I'm just a fat,
worthless slag, right?

And you're just a crazy,
fucked up bitch!

Go on! Do it.

I dare ya.

Go on. Do it, ya fuckin' gutless
wonder!

Ya got a face like a slapped arse!

Do it, Vinegar Tits! Do it!

Ah!

Lucy, can you hear me?

An ambulance is on its way.
You took a tumble down the stairs.

Can you hear me, Lucy? Yes?

What's your last name?

It's Gam- Gambaro.

Good. Alright, I need
you to squeeze my hand.

Can you squeeze my hand for me?
That's good.

Ms Bennett, I heard that Juice had
an accident.

Is she going to be OK?

Do you know what happened to you?

Lucy?

Just tell us what happened, Juice.
Get out, Smith!

Ferguson.
Ms Ferguson, the Governor?

She pushed me.

I saw Ms Ferguson leaving the prison
over an hour ago.

She left me there.

She left me there.

They are all against me.
The prisoners. The officers...

Calm down.
Do not tell me to calm down.

Instead of being angry, you need
to take control of the situation.

I can do both.
No, you are falling apart.

Oh! You've done some terrible things,
Joan.

I have only done what I had to do.

And things you do just to
hurt others.

That's because they need to hurt.

No, no. It's because you
need to see them hurt.

Even as a child, you'd hurt
things just for the sake of it.

I have only ever done
what you taught me.

I never taught you to blame
others for your own failings.

My failings? Is that what they are?

Yes, your failings.

Oh, I am so sorry to have
been a disappointment to you!

No!

What I need is for a father,
just once in his life, to say

"Well done, Joan.
I am proud of you."

No you haven't! You have
never... never once said to me...

You... you have hectored
and bullied me

and treated me like one of your foot
soldiers, all my life!

What I want is to be good enough!

Why could I never be good enough for
you?

You're insane.

You're fuckin' insane.

And I know what you've done.

I want my baby.

Can you bring me my son, please!

Someone bring me my baby!

Doreen, you need to calm down, OK? We've
spoken about this. You need some rest.

No, I want my son.
It's... I want Josh!

It's more important for you to rest
now.

You need to rest. OK?

No! I want my baby!
Bring me my baby!

He's my son!

I want Joshua!

Take care of Mr Fletcher.

And this time, finish the job.