Wentworth (2013–…): Season 3, Episode 5 - Mercy - full transcript
As Fletch readjusts to work life, Bea must forgo closely held morals as she engages in a secret plan to bring down Ferguson. Bea agrees to a visit with Kaz Proctor to demand she and her group stop committing violence in her name.
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WOMAN: Time's up, Freak.
Open the door, or
Vinegar Tits gets it.
No.
What the fuck did the
Freak do to you in the slot?
BEA: I think Ferguson
got to you in the slot.
Did she give you the shiv too?
I didn't have a choice!
SOPHIE: Mum! [Laughing] Mum!
Have a drink.
Franky and me
are having a party!
Fuck you.
BROADCASTER: An
anonymous group of vigilantes
calling itself the
Red Right Hand.
WOMAN: We're taking a
stand on violence against women
in the name of our
hero, Bea Smith.
You don't like me.
Why do you say that?
I remember.
♪ 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 ♪
You should be dead.
CHANNING: Ms. Ferguson,
myself, and the board
want you to know that
we care about you, mate,
and we're here to
help any way we can.
Thank you.
To that end,
we'd like to invite
you back to work.
FERGUSON: The board has the idea
that it would be
beneficial to your recovery.
Light duties to begin with,
until you find your feet again.
Do I have to?
No, no, no, no.
If I'm not mistaken,
your insurance payout
more than compensates
for any loss of income.
But the Fletch I know
would be very keen
to get back on the
horse again if he could.
Thank you.
But I'm... I'm not ready.
CHANNING: Okay. Okay.
You'll at least
think about it, eh?
If you change your mind,
your job is here
waiting for you.
All you have to do is call me.
FERGUSON: You do
whatever you need to get better.
I will.
[Door opens]
[Door closes]
I'm assuming that the board
didn't come to this
idea spontaneously.
Maddock tabled it, actually.
He feels that we owed Matt
for all his years of good service.
It would suit you to have
him back here, wouldn't it?
Your little broken puppet.
Fletch, how did it go?
You knew about it? You
could have warned me, Vera.
What did he have
to say for himself?
Just he's not coming
back. [Coughs]
Are you still unwell?
No, it's just this flu. I
can't seem to shake it.
You should see a doctor.
If it's not gone by
tomorrow, I will.
[Hissing]
[Retching]
[Retches]
[Telephone ringing]
[Door closes]
FLETCH: Hi, this is Fletch.
Leave a message after the tone.
[Beep]
WOMAN: Hi. This is a
message for Matthew Fletcher.
Could you please call the
Milton Private Rehabilitation
regarding an unsettled account?
The number here is
9657 1212. Thanks.
[Tone beeping]
[Coughing]
[Indistinct conversations]
What is she saying to her?
Sophie's not stupid.
She'll figure out Franky
soon enough. You watch.
Far out!
Is it me, or is it cold in here?
Miss Miles, what's
going on with the heating?
Not on until the
start of winter.
Governor's orders.
Oh, what are we
supposed to do till then?
Freeze our fricking tits off?
Wear more clothes. Or
take it up with the governor.
As if.
The Freak's punishing us.
Well, can't you do something?
Not now.
Well, if you're not gonna
do anything about it,
I'm going to the
governor myself.
No one goes near her.
No.
Bea wants a word with you.
Have you changed your mind?
'Cause that's the only
reason why you'd be in here.
Please, Bea. I'm starving.
Yeah, I bet you are.
But you're not
eating until you do it.
Are you doing the
right thing by Liz's girl?
Liz made a complaint, has she?
She doesn't like it.
But I think Sophie needs
to be around good people.
That's just between you and me.
Can I have a seat?
Whatever you're trying
with Jodes, it won't work.
I need your help.
What makes you think
I want to help you?
Because I'm asking nicely.
We have to get Jodie
to report on Ferguson.
Okay, I fucked up.
You warned me about the
Freak, and I thought I knew better.
Sorry.
Not interested.
Hey!
Don't you want to
make Ferguson pay?
What, and give Jodie more grief?
What you did to her
is fucked enough.
You don't get it, do you?
Someone had to take
the fall for the drugs,
if it wasn't her, it
was gonna be you.
You were the one that
she wanted all along.
Fuck.
You still care about
Jodie. Don't you?
You were in the slot with her.
You must have some
sense of what Ferguson
was doing to her to
get her to shiv me.
Now, we can take the Freak down.
Together.
Jodie!
Hey.
Franky's gonna keep
you company for a little bit.
Get off the bed.
Go! Up against the wall.
Don't look at me.
- BEA: See you in a few hours.
- Yep.
Fuck. Please don't do this...
Shut the fuck up.
Turn around.
[Door opens]
LINDA: If you're
downloading porn,
all I can say is don't
use a prison computer.
I was checking the
headlines, actually.
I heard Fletch's been
allowed to come back.
He was asked. He said no.
Oh, I'm surprised
Ferguson even considered it.
Why?
Thought she'd be
happy to be rid of him.
I am aware that
Mr. Fletcher and the Governor
have had their
differences in the past,
but in this situation,
the welfare of the staff
member is her top priority.
- Okay.
- Oh, you don't agree?
You, of all people, think
Ferguson cares about her staff?
What's that supposed to mean?
The riot. When you
were held hostage.
Ferguson wouldn't
open the door to isolation.
No, that's not true.
The door was opened.
That was Channing.
He overruled her.
They had a syringe
to your throat,
and she wouldn't move an inch.
We don't negotiate
with prisoners.
You know the policy.
Okay.
[Knock on door]
- Hey.
- Hi.
I'm sorry, the place
is a bit of a mess.
Why did you say no?
Why was the offer even made?
Ferguson doesn't want me there.
- Yes, she does.
- Bullshit.
She was saying
all the right things,
but she doesn't
want a bar of it.
It would have been
Channing's idea.
No, none of it would
have been proposed
if Ms. Ferguson
hadn't agreed to it.
You know she's been
following your progress closely?
She cares about you.
As we all do.
You got to get out of here.
You need discipline,
you need routine.
You know that.
I know it's hard.
I really do.
But sometimes challenges
are the best things for us.
At the hospital...
all I could think about
was getting better.
But I-I... I didn't
think about what...
"better" meant.
This is better?
This is it?
Can't do it, Vera.
I can't walk properly.
I can't think properly.
I'm never... I'm never gonna
get back to the way I was.
[Sighs]
[Sobs] I'm not gonna get better.
[Sobbing]
Oi!
DOREEN: [Crying,
speaking indistinctly]
Doreen. Doreen. Hey,
hey, wake up, wake up.
Shh. It's okay. It's okay.
Hey, it's me. It's Bea.
You're just having
a bad dream, mate.
You're just having a
bad dream. It's okay.
What's happened to Doreen?
Nothing. Go to bed.
But I want to come.
I said go to bed, Warner.
- The baby's dead...
- Yeah?
And then there's
a mound of dirt,
and it's a grave.
And then there was another
baby putting stones on top of it.
And it was Ella.
Ella was your first.
Yeah. [Crying]
Darling, nothing is gonna
happen to this little baby.
- But it was so real, Liz.
- I know, I know.
How far along were
you when you lost Ella?
Um, like 32 weeks or something.
- You're about that now, yeah?
- Yeah.
Oh, love. I reckon that's
what's playing on your mind.
Maybe.
Yeah, I think so.
But you are healthy.
This bubby's healthy.
Nothing is gonna go
wrong this time, all right?
Do you promise?
Oh, I promise. I
promise, I promise.
- Oh, darling, it's all right.
- [Sobs]
It's sweet. It's
okay, it's okay.
Morning, Mr. Fletcher.
FLETCH: Hey.
FERGUSON: He is not
to work general population.
Restricted to public side
only. Reception and visitors.
And he is not to be
given a swipe card.
I'll see to it.
I wonder what changed his mind.
I'm terrified that
I'm gonna lose bubs,
then I realize I'll
never know Ella.
That's all really normal, love.
Thanks, Liz.
Oh, Liz has been really great.
Yeah, good on ya, Liz.
DOREEN: Oh, and Jess too.
BRIDGET: Good, so
surrounding yourself
with positive, supportive
people helps you.
- DOREEN: Yeah.
- Don't.
We keeping you up, Jodie?
I punch shit.
You know, when I'm stressed.
So, what do you
punch? Walls? Doors?
People?
Anything I think's shit.
I mean, I'm in here 'cause I-I
punched me counselor, actually.
[Laughs]
[Laughter]
Booms, don't you
get why you're here?
She's one of the
sign-offs for your parole.
BRIDGET: All right,
just so we're clear,
whatever's said in these
sessions doesn't form part of
my recommendations
to the parole board.
Oh, so we don't
even have to be here?
- You don't.
- Oh, sweet.
But when you
apply for your parole,
you get to tick a box
to say that you were
involved in the program,
which the parole board
looks on as a plus.
Right. So we can
say whatever we like.
Yeah, within reason.
I'd like to hear Franky talk.
I'll talk when I've got
something to talk about.
Come on. A problem
shared is a problem halved.
Isn't that what they say?
We don't make anybody
talk if they don't want to, Liz.
Come on, you heard her.
You can say whatever you like.
So if you've got any
blood on your hands,
now's the time to
wash some of it off.
BRIDGET: Keep it up, Liz,
and I'll have to ask you to leave.
That's fine by me.
I'll talk.
Sit down.
How's this for a
stressful situation?
Someone I used to care
about's got a daughter in here.
Pissed, on her P's,
and killed a cyclist.
It's terrible.
Terrible, but you'd
think at a first offender,
she'd get bail,
not end up in here.
There's a reason
why she didn't get bail.
Franky, I'm going to
call that. That's it, we...
No, no, I-I want to know.
Why?
'Cause it wasn't
her first offense.
[Gasps]
She'd been done
for drink driving,
and she was driving
on a canceled license.
Turns out she's just the little
pisspot, just like her mum.
BOOMER: [Laughing]
I'm surprised
she didn't tell you.
How do you deal
with stress, Liz?
[Indistinct shouting]
WOMAN: Whoo!
Not bad.
Soph, can I...
- Franky.
- Just give me a minute.
Blood on my hands? What
the hell was that about?
- You know exactly.
- You trying to fuck my parole?
Stay away from my daughter.
Are you trying to
fuck my parole?
You think things are bad now?
You fucking keep
talking shit like that,
and I'm gonna make your
life a complete fucking misery.
Jacs Holt killed Meg Jackson.
Now fuck off.
Soph, can I please have
a word with you, darl?
Soph?
FRANKY: Let's get into it!
[Women cheering]
WOMAN: All right,
Franky, come on.
Shoot!
FRANKY: Shitface, catch!
[Knock on door]
- Roster for you, Governor.
- Thank you.
I see you got, uh,
Matt Fletcher back here.
Only on light duties
while he recovers.
He'll return to full duties
if and when he's ready.
Right.
- You think it's a mistake?
- What if there's an incident?
I don't think he could
look after himself,
let alone anyone else.
You sure there
isn't just a touch
of personal feeling
creeping into this?
Course not.
We help our own, Mr. Jackson.
In good times and bad.
Ah, just a moment. I...
I see that Smith is
expecting a visitor today...
A Ms. Proctor.
What do you know about her?
Ah, Proctor's
been writing to her.
She's supportive of what
Smith did to Brayden Holt.
Smith said anything
else about it?
Not that I've heard, no.
I think it might be wise
for you not to be the one
to scrutinize Smith's mail
until your matters before
the police are settled.
Just a precaution.
They'll be looking very closely
at the relationship
between the two of you.
Let's not give them
any more ammunition
than they already have.
Yes, Governor.
Kaz Proctor. I'm
here to see Bea Smith.
You right?
Yeah, uh, who... who'd you say?
Kaz Proctor. For Bea Smith.
I have been approved.
Karen Proctor.
Oh, right. Well...
Well, you... you said Kaz.
Karen, Kaz. Jesus,
how hard is it?
Your driver's license,
Miss Proctor, please.
[Purse unzips]
Sign in there, please.
Did you get your money's worth?
You've been eyeing
me off since I got here.
Is that how you treat the
members of the public?
Or just the females?
I'm Kaz.
- Hi.
- Hi.
I can't believe we're
actually face to face, finally.
The inspiration you have
been to so many women.
Women who have been
victims of abuse their whole lives
are standing up and
fighting back because of you.
Look, I'm not a victim.
Let's get that straight.
Okay.
Look, Kaz, what I've
done is what I've done.
MAN: Welcome back.
All right? I had my reasons.
It's nobody else's business.
I'm not your mascot.
"Righteous act of retribution"?
That's you, yeah?
You're Red Right Hand?
You know, for every 10 meters a
woman walks away from her home
she doubles her chances of
not being abused or murdered.
Home is the most dangerous place
for a woman, as you would know.
That's got to change.
Hey, look, my
husband was murdered.
There's an ongoing
investigation, right?
When you go out there and
you commit crimes in my name,
it doesn't exactly help me.
They can't possibly
think that you did it.
Well, they do start with the
people closest to the victim.
Your husband wasn't a victim.
He was the abuser, and
he didn't deserve to live.
You're gonna stop writing to me.
You're gonna stop using my name.
I don't ever want to
see you here again.
They're pressuring
you, aren't they?
No, no, no. I'm
telling you to stop.
What have they
done? We can help you.
You have no idea how
many supporters you have
through the police and
the Department of Justice.
Well, I don't want anything
to do with you or your group.
Hey! Let go of
her. Let go of her!
Jesus Christ!
What have you done to her?
You will leave now.
Not before you tell me
what you've done to her.
FLETCH: You will leave now.
If I have to asked you again,
you'll be forcibly removed.
Escort Smith back
to her unit, please.
We won't give up on you, Bea.
That's it, let's go.
Please, this way.
Hey, Mr. Jackson, can
I please have a word?
I'll take her from here.
Hey, that woman Kaz
Proctor came to see me.
Yeah, I heard things got a
bit heated between you two.
Yeah.
Uh, you know the...
the video on the news
of the guy getting beaten up?
Yeah.
Well, I think she's
part of that group.
The Red Right Hand.
What, she said that to you?
Not in so many words, but...
I think that they might
have killed Harry.
For me.
- Here you go.
- Sorry, excuse me.
Nice chatting to you too, mate.
Uh...
You asked for me, Governor?
Yes.
How is Mr. Fletcher going?
Ah, very well, I believe.
There was an issue
with Bea Smith's visitor.
Yes, no, I saw.
He handled that
rather well, I thought.
It's funny, you know,
he seems to be...
at one moment
struggling and then
he appears to be quite
able and proactive.
Well, I suppose his
injuries make some things
more challenging than others.
Or he is inconsistent
about what he shows us.
I highly doubt he's faking it.
Hmm. Well, you'd
know better than anyone.
You've been with him
for so much of the journey.
How are you feeling?
Did you see a doctor?
- I did. And...
- And?
It's a cold, apparently.
You sure you wouldn't
be better off at home?
No, I'd really rather
not. If you don't mind.
Just until you're feeling 100%?
Got a mountain
of things to do, so...
Hmm. Well.
Offer's there.
Hey.
Anything?
Can I have that?
Fuck.
Hi, Jodie.
Jesus.
Here. You should
drink something.
You got to stop that.
It's not good for you.
I can't.
Look, I know you
think I'm the enemy.
But I'm not. She is.
Okay?
So if you just tell us
what she did to you,
then this will all be over.
I can't!
[Sniffling]
I can't!
Okay.
All right.
Then there's only one
way this is gonna end.
[Crying]
We got to stop her
from hurting herself.
She goes to medical,
she's out of our reach.
Right. There's also
the other reason.
What?
She might actually hurt herself.
Just don't forget why she
ended up in the slot, okay?
It was us who put her there.
KAZ: Hello?
Karen Proctor?
Who are you?
Are you Karen Proctor
of Red Right Hand?
- Get off my property.
- You're one of them, aren't you?
Red Right Hand?
Get off my property,
or I will call the police.
Good. Call them.
'Cause it'd be a
really interesting
conversation there, Karen, eh?
Fuck off!
Whoa!
So that's how you
deal with shit, is it?
[Grunts]
Nice, Proctor. Nice.
Who the fuck are you?
Who the fuck are you?!
Is everything all right?
Mm, yeah.
- I brought you a tea.
- Thank you.
You'll be okay.
- So will the bub.
- I know.
You know, I loved being a nanny.
The baby, Madison.
Yeah, I loved her
like she was my own.
But she died.
Of cot death.
And that was it.
Her father rang me and said,
"Your services are
no longer required."
They didn't think that
maybe it was more
than just a job to me.
I'm so sorry, Jess.
But Madison's still alive in me.
Sometimes I imagine that
we go to the park and play,
and I buy her a babyccino
and... and people
stop and tell me
what a beautiful girl I've got.
[Laughs]
And I like to think about
her first day of school,
her first kiss,
and her first love.
She's got a perfect life.
Really perfect.
You could give the
same thing to Ella.
Yeah.
All you've got to do is shut
your eyes and make it real.
Really?
Do you want to give it a go?
Okay.
Can you see her?
She'd be three now.
Would she like to come
on a playdate with Maddy?
Yeah.
Meet you at the lake
by the botanical gardens.
I hate swans.
Then there won't be any.
[Both laugh]
There won't be any at all.
Hey.
This is only gonna get worse.
She's not gonna give in.
It's the only thing
you can do, Jodie.
We will protect you.
You have to do this.
Miss Miles?
I'm not feeling very well.
Need to go to medical?
[Steam hisses]
- Well?
- She'll be okay.
Won't you? Hmm?
I'll look after you.
[Sobbing]
Sophie, why couldn't you tell
me about driving without a license?
I'm your mum, for God's sake.
I'd be the last
person to judge you.
I don't want to talk about it.
I know you don't want to
talk about it, and that's fine.
Just stay away
from Franky, love.
She's only gonna use you. Soph.
BRIDGET: G'day. Thanks.
How's it going?
Anything you want to talk about?
Why don't you start off today?
I'm sick of talking about me.
Well, we're here to
talk about you, Franky.
You're the one who
breached the trust.
Onus is on you to rebuild.
And I've acknowledged that I
compromised that, and I'm sorry,
but we cannot keep going
'round that circle, yeah?
Trust is a two-way street.
You know all about me,
so why don't you tell
me about yourself?
I want dirt.
Well [Chuckles]
I can't give you
dirt. You know that.
There's a whole host of
reasons for the therapist
not to bring their personal
lives into the room.
So you're just a wall I
talk at, I get nothing back.
If you were the prison psych,
you'd be damned careful
what you told anyone.
You're the one who's got to
do the work, Gidget, not me.
Was Liz Birdsworth
someone you trusted?
Did that bother you?
The way I pulled
her to bits like that?
- She provoked you.
- Mm.
Your only form of defense
seems to be attack,
so you did pretty much
what I'd expect of you.
When was your first
time with a woman?
[Chuckles] Okay.
Why did you change the subject?
When?
Was it because I said
you acted predictably?
I know you're a dyke.
Why won't you
answer my question?
Answer mine.
The way you eviscerated Liz...
Was that supposed to impress me?
Why would I want to impress you?
Has my sexuality got
anything to do with it?
Can't blame me for
thinking there's a connection.
It's simpler when
we stick to you, yeah?
Yes, I am a lesbian.
Now can we move on?
Yep.
[Grunts]
[Breathing heavily]
[Footsteps]
Mr. Fletcher.
Governor.
[Beep, door unlocks]
I hope your day's
going well for you.
Thank you.
[Exhales sharply]
Fuck, please,
Franky, just let me rest.
Sorry, Jodie.
Oh, God.
Just let me sleep.
I'm gonna fucking die!
It's torture.
Don't shiv the top dog.
Choccy?
I reckon she'll be
pretty hungry too, yeah?
What's it been, four or
five days since she's eaten?
FRANKY: Yeah,
something like that.
Although I heard that you can
go for months without eating
before it actually kills you.
Yeah, as long as you
keep your fluids up.
Yeah.
Otherwise, it's just a matter
of days before, you know...
It's heart failure.
Hmm?
Heart failure.
That's what kills you.
Once the fat reserves are gone,
the body starts taking
energy from the muscles,
and they start wasting away.
- Oh.
- 'Cause the heart's a muscle.
- Right.
- Yeah.
I've got this. Why
don't you go rest?
Okay.
- I'm fucking rooted.
- Yeah?
See you in a few hours, Jodie.
- [Door closes]
- JODIE: [Crying]
Bea, I can't do what you want!
So please just stop!
WOMAN: Mr. Jackson.
Will Jackson, what have you
got to say about allegations
that you murdered Harry Smith?
What?
You're assisting police
with their inquiries.
- Yes.
- Did you kill him?
What's your relationship to
the victim's ex-wife, Bea Smith?
Are prison authorities aware
of the allegations against you?
Does Bea Smith know?
What if it was the police
that leaked the
information about you?
Would they do that?
You know, to rattle
his cage, as it were.
See what falls out.
What do you think I should do?
The allegations
against you are...
Well, they're just that.
They're allegations.
You have our confidence.
Isn't that right, Derek?
Well, the board are
concerned, obviously,
but Ms. Ferguson is correct.
They are just
allegations at this point.
I can't tell you what
that means to me.
Thank you.
FLETCH: [Speaking indistinctly]
Linda.
Fletch! Welcome back.
Look, Fletch,
I'm sorry I didn't
come visit you.
Oh, it's all right.
- No, I-I should have.
- Linda, it's all right.
Personally, I hate hospitals.
And you're okay?
Yeah, I'm... I'm
back to my old self.
Good as gold. Heh.
I got to go.
WOMAN: Hello, Mr. Fletcher.
Mr. Fletcher?
Hi.
Uh, what... Jess.
Yeah. Jess.
How are you?
I'm good.
I heard you got run over.
Yeah, but I'm... I'm better now.
Here, let me.
Thank you.
I still think about it.
About what?
Us.
There's no one
here, Mr. Fletcher.
Uh, I-I'm sorry.
Uh, listen, I'm sorry, um...
- What? It's okay.
- No, I've got to go.
Mr. Fletcher.
Where is it?
Where's my card?
- I don't have it.
- Give me my fucking card!
Where's my fucking card?!
Let go of me! I don't
know where your card is!
VERA: Mr. Fletcher!
Mr. Fletcher, it's all
right. I've got a card.
Get back to your cell.
Come with me. Come on.
Come on.
The day before your accident,
you lost your swipe card.
We worked it out after
Bea Smith escaped.
What, s-she used it to escape?
No, no. Not quite.
She used it to
access contraband...
A knife which she used
in a fight with Doyle.
No, no.
It was the right
decision to come back.
I think it's helping
you remember.
Vera, I'm scared.
I don't think I
want to remember.
JOVANKA: The victim's
ex-wife, Bea Smith...
LIZ: It's Mr. Jackson.
Hey, Bea? Bea.
- BEA: Yeah?
- Come here.
- Does Bea Smith know?
- Look at this.
Corrections officer Mr. Jackson
was also the subject
of an investigation
into Bea Smith's
dramatic escape...
What the fuck?
That led to the murder
of criminal identity
Brayden Holt.
Although Mr. Jackson was cleared
of any criminal
wrongdoing in that matter,
we are led to believe
by a reliable source...
[Telephone rings]
that he is now the prime suspect
for the murder of Harry Smith.
This is Hayley Jovanka
with this Channel 8 exclusive.
Staff room.
Yeah, put it through.
Will Jackson speaking.
[Singsong] I know
who you are now.
Hey.
Jodie's got something to say.
I'll do it.
[Baby crying]
[Door closes]
It's hepatitis C, isn't it?
Yes, I'm afraid it is.
JODIE: So, um...
It started like the second
night I was in the slot, right?
And she came in, and, um,
I was sleeping, and she
had a pillow over my face.
Like pushing down on it
with all her weight, you know?
This room she took me to...
I don't know where
it was. It was dark.
She made me say
things, you know, like,
I was worthless
and I was pointless
and I was nothing.
She made me scratch
my arms until they bled,
and then she'd pour meth on them
if she didn't get the
answer she wanted.
And... She made me...
[Sniffles, coughs]
[Breathing heavily]
It's okay.
And then after she'd
just be, like, so nice to me.
Like, really nice.
[Crying] I just can't
get her out of my head.
[Sobbing]
[Bonnie "Prince" Billy's
"No Bad News" plays]
♪ Trouble, more trouble
can you get anymore ♪
♪ Slow bubble boiling
on the bedroom floor ♪
♪ Lonely ain't lonely,
someone calling at the door ♪
♪ Someone lovely, and
she's bringing bad news ♪
♪ She clenches and she cries ♪
♪ And lays on the stairs ♪
♪ Pounding on the earth
and yanking at her hairs ♪
♪ And showing such fear
at being found unawares ♪
♪ To be here and be
bringing bad news ♪
♪ Well, something bad happens ♪
♪ And a lot of people
go bad themselves ♪
♪ That's how awful it is ♪
♪ Turning half the heart into
something hard and dark ♪
♪ And she had
to bring here this ♪
♪ Well, she's told,
"Hold your buttons ♪
♪ And look at the sky ♪
♪ Someone will fix things
if you let your face dry ♪
♪ Keep your face near the
earth and your heartbeat high ♪
♪ And you may
transcend the bad news" ♪
♪ Well, something bad happens ♪
♪ And a lot of people
go bad themselves ♪
♪ That's how awful it is ♪
♪ Turning half the heart into
something hard and dark ♪
♪ And she had
to bring here this ♪
Hey, Vera.
I know it's late, but I'm...
Sometimes it's not
good to be alone.
Come in.
Oh, you've... you've tidied up.
Yeah. Tidy room, tidy mind.
My old man used to say that.
I had to keep my
room spick-and-span
at all times,
otherwise... [Chuckles]
Our parents would
have got on famously.
Yeah.
Vera, there's something
I need to... I need to say.
Okay, you...
It's good you're here.
I've realized something
about my accident.
There was nothing
accidental about it.
I did it to myself.
- Do you remember what happened?
- No.
But it's the only thing
that makes any sense.
All my life, Vera, I've
suffered from depression.
All my life.
Then there was the
post-traumatic stress
after East Timor.
Years of dark thoughts
and suicidal thoughts.
I lost my swipe card
and a prisoner used it.
I was gonna lose my job.
Everything and anyone that
had ever meant anything to me
was gonna be taken away.
I would have seen that
van and gone, "Fuck it!"
Hey. Vera, it's okay.
I'm... I'm fine.
Knowing what it is
helps, and I know now.
I know.
I'm [Sniffles]
I'm so sorry.
Hey, what... what's that they
say about the truth, you know?
It sets you free,
Vera. It sets you free.
No.
No, it's a bastard.
---
WOMAN: Time's up, Freak.
Open the door, or
Vinegar Tits gets it.
No.
What the fuck did the
Freak do to you in the slot?
BEA: I think Ferguson
got to you in the slot.
Did she give you the shiv too?
I didn't have a choice!
SOPHIE: Mum! [Laughing] Mum!
Have a drink.
Franky and me
are having a party!
Fuck you.
BROADCASTER: An
anonymous group of vigilantes
calling itself the
Red Right Hand.
WOMAN: We're taking a
stand on violence against women
in the name of our
hero, Bea Smith.
You don't like me.
Why do you say that?
I remember.
♪ 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 ♪
You should be dead.
CHANNING: Ms. Ferguson,
myself, and the board
want you to know that
we care about you, mate,
and we're here to
help any way we can.
Thank you.
To that end,
we'd like to invite
you back to work.
FERGUSON: The board has the idea
that it would be
beneficial to your recovery.
Light duties to begin with,
until you find your feet again.
Do I have to?
No, no, no, no.
If I'm not mistaken,
your insurance payout
more than compensates
for any loss of income.
But the Fletch I know
would be very keen
to get back on the
horse again if he could.
Thank you.
But I'm... I'm not ready.
CHANNING: Okay. Okay.
You'll at least
think about it, eh?
If you change your mind,
your job is here
waiting for you.
All you have to do is call me.
FERGUSON: You do
whatever you need to get better.
I will.
[Door opens]
[Door closes]
I'm assuming that the board
didn't come to this
idea spontaneously.
Maddock tabled it, actually.
He feels that we owed Matt
for all his years of good service.
It would suit you to have
him back here, wouldn't it?
Your little broken puppet.
Fletch, how did it go?
You knew about it? You
could have warned me, Vera.
What did he have
to say for himself?
Just he's not coming
back. [Coughs]
Are you still unwell?
No, it's just this flu. I
can't seem to shake it.
You should see a doctor.
If it's not gone by
tomorrow, I will.
[Hissing]
[Retching]
[Retches]
[Telephone ringing]
[Door closes]
FLETCH: Hi, this is Fletch.
Leave a message after the tone.
[Beep]
WOMAN: Hi. This is a
message for Matthew Fletcher.
Could you please call the
Milton Private Rehabilitation
regarding an unsettled account?
The number here is
9657 1212. Thanks.
[Tone beeping]
[Coughing]
[Indistinct conversations]
What is she saying to her?
Sophie's not stupid.
She'll figure out Franky
soon enough. You watch.
Far out!
Is it me, or is it cold in here?
Miss Miles, what's
going on with the heating?
Not on until the
start of winter.
Governor's orders.
Oh, what are we
supposed to do till then?
Freeze our fricking tits off?
Wear more clothes. Or
take it up with the governor.
As if.
The Freak's punishing us.
Well, can't you do something?
Not now.
Well, if you're not gonna
do anything about it,
I'm going to the
governor myself.
No one goes near her.
No.
Bea wants a word with you.
Have you changed your mind?
'Cause that's the only
reason why you'd be in here.
Please, Bea. I'm starving.
Yeah, I bet you are.
But you're not
eating until you do it.
Are you doing the
right thing by Liz's girl?
Liz made a complaint, has she?
She doesn't like it.
But I think Sophie needs
to be around good people.
That's just between you and me.
Can I have a seat?
Whatever you're trying
with Jodes, it won't work.
I need your help.
What makes you think
I want to help you?
Because I'm asking nicely.
We have to get Jodie
to report on Ferguson.
Okay, I fucked up.
You warned me about the
Freak, and I thought I knew better.
Sorry.
Not interested.
Hey!
Don't you want to
make Ferguson pay?
What, and give Jodie more grief?
What you did to her
is fucked enough.
You don't get it, do you?
Someone had to take
the fall for the drugs,
if it wasn't her, it
was gonna be you.
You were the one that
she wanted all along.
Fuck.
You still care about
Jodie. Don't you?
You were in the slot with her.
You must have some
sense of what Ferguson
was doing to her to
get her to shiv me.
Now, we can take the Freak down.
Together.
Jodie!
Hey.
Franky's gonna keep
you company for a little bit.
Get off the bed.
Go! Up against the wall.
Don't look at me.
- BEA: See you in a few hours.
- Yep.
Fuck. Please don't do this...
Shut the fuck up.
Turn around.
[Door opens]
LINDA: If you're
downloading porn,
all I can say is don't
use a prison computer.
I was checking the
headlines, actually.
I heard Fletch's been
allowed to come back.
He was asked. He said no.
Oh, I'm surprised
Ferguson even considered it.
Why?
Thought she'd be
happy to be rid of him.
I am aware that
Mr. Fletcher and the Governor
have had their
differences in the past,
but in this situation,
the welfare of the staff
member is her top priority.
- Okay.
- Oh, you don't agree?
You, of all people, think
Ferguson cares about her staff?
What's that supposed to mean?
The riot. When you
were held hostage.
Ferguson wouldn't
open the door to isolation.
No, that's not true.
The door was opened.
That was Channing.
He overruled her.
They had a syringe
to your throat,
and she wouldn't move an inch.
We don't negotiate
with prisoners.
You know the policy.
Okay.
[Knock on door]
- Hey.
- Hi.
I'm sorry, the place
is a bit of a mess.
Why did you say no?
Why was the offer even made?
Ferguson doesn't want me there.
- Yes, she does.
- Bullshit.
She was saying
all the right things,
but she doesn't
want a bar of it.
It would have been
Channing's idea.
No, none of it would
have been proposed
if Ms. Ferguson
hadn't agreed to it.
You know she's been
following your progress closely?
She cares about you.
As we all do.
You got to get out of here.
You need discipline,
you need routine.
You know that.
I know it's hard.
I really do.
But sometimes challenges
are the best things for us.
At the hospital...
all I could think about
was getting better.
But I-I... I didn't
think about what...
"better" meant.
This is better?
This is it?
Can't do it, Vera.
I can't walk properly.
I can't think properly.
I'm never... I'm never gonna
get back to the way I was.
[Sighs]
[Sobs] I'm not gonna get better.
[Sobbing]
Oi!
DOREEN: [Crying,
speaking indistinctly]
Doreen. Doreen. Hey,
hey, wake up, wake up.
Shh. It's okay. It's okay.
Hey, it's me. It's Bea.
You're just having
a bad dream, mate.
You're just having a
bad dream. It's okay.
What's happened to Doreen?
Nothing. Go to bed.
But I want to come.
I said go to bed, Warner.
- The baby's dead...
- Yeah?
And then there's
a mound of dirt,
and it's a grave.
And then there was another
baby putting stones on top of it.
And it was Ella.
Ella was your first.
Yeah. [Crying]
Darling, nothing is gonna
happen to this little baby.
- But it was so real, Liz.
- I know, I know.
How far along were
you when you lost Ella?
Um, like 32 weeks or something.
- You're about that now, yeah?
- Yeah.
Oh, love. I reckon that's
what's playing on your mind.
Maybe.
Yeah, I think so.
But you are healthy.
This bubby's healthy.
Nothing is gonna go
wrong this time, all right?
Do you promise?
Oh, I promise. I
promise, I promise.
- Oh, darling, it's all right.
- [Sobs]
It's sweet. It's
okay, it's okay.
Morning, Mr. Fletcher.
FLETCH: Hey.
FERGUSON: He is not
to work general population.
Restricted to public side
only. Reception and visitors.
And he is not to be
given a swipe card.
I'll see to it.
I wonder what changed his mind.
I'm terrified that
I'm gonna lose bubs,
then I realize I'll
never know Ella.
That's all really normal, love.
Thanks, Liz.
Oh, Liz has been really great.
Yeah, good on ya, Liz.
DOREEN: Oh, and Jess too.
BRIDGET: Good, so
surrounding yourself
with positive, supportive
people helps you.
- DOREEN: Yeah.
- Don't.
We keeping you up, Jodie?
I punch shit.
You know, when I'm stressed.
So, what do you
punch? Walls? Doors?
People?
Anything I think's shit.
I mean, I'm in here 'cause I-I
punched me counselor, actually.
[Laughs]
[Laughter]
Booms, don't you
get why you're here?
She's one of the
sign-offs for your parole.
BRIDGET: All right,
just so we're clear,
whatever's said in these
sessions doesn't form part of
my recommendations
to the parole board.
Oh, so we don't
even have to be here?
- You don't.
- Oh, sweet.
But when you
apply for your parole,
you get to tick a box
to say that you were
involved in the program,
which the parole board
looks on as a plus.
Right. So we can
say whatever we like.
Yeah, within reason.
I'd like to hear Franky talk.
I'll talk when I've got
something to talk about.
Come on. A problem
shared is a problem halved.
Isn't that what they say?
We don't make anybody
talk if they don't want to, Liz.
Come on, you heard her.
You can say whatever you like.
So if you've got any
blood on your hands,
now's the time to
wash some of it off.
BRIDGET: Keep it up, Liz,
and I'll have to ask you to leave.
That's fine by me.
I'll talk.
Sit down.
How's this for a
stressful situation?
Someone I used to care
about's got a daughter in here.
Pissed, on her P's,
and killed a cyclist.
It's terrible.
Terrible, but you'd
think at a first offender,
she'd get bail,
not end up in here.
There's a reason
why she didn't get bail.
Franky, I'm going to
call that. That's it, we...
No, no, I-I want to know.
Why?
'Cause it wasn't
her first offense.
[Gasps]
She'd been done
for drink driving,
and she was driving
on a canceled license.
Turns out she's just the little
pisspot, just like her mum.
BOOMER: [Laughing]
I'm surprised
she didn't tell you.
How do you deal
with stress, Liz?
[Indistinct shouting]
WOMAN: Whoo!
Not bad.
Soph, can I...
- Franky.
- Just give me a minute.
Blood on my hands? What
the hell was that about?
- You know exactly.
- You trying to fuck my parole?
Stay away from my daughter.
Are you trying to
fuck my parole?
You think things are bad now?
You fucking keep
talking shit like that,
and I'm gonna make your
life a complete fucking misery.
Jacs Holt killed Meg Jackson.
Now fuck off.
Soph, can I please have
a word with you, darl?
Soph?
FRANKY: Let's get into it!
[Women cheering]
WOMAN: All right,
Franky, come on.
Shoot!
FRANKY: Shitface, catch!
[Knock on door]
- Roster for you, Governor.
- Thank you.
I see you got, uh,
Matt Fletcher back here.
Only on light duties
while he recovers.
He'll return to full duties
if and when he's ready.
Right.
- You think it's a mistake?
- What if there's an incident?
I don't think he could
look after himself,
let alone anyone else.
You sure there
isn't just a touch
of personal feeling
creeping into this?
Course not.
We help our own, Mr. Jackson.
In good times and bad.
Ah, just a moment. I...
I see that Smith is
expecting a visitor today...
A Ms. Proctor.
What do you know about her?
Ah, Proctor's
been writing to her.
She's supportive of what
Smith did to Brayden Holt.
Smith said anything
else about it?
Not that I've heard, no.
I think it might be wise
for you not to be the one
to scrutinize Smith's mail
until your matters before
the police are settled.
Just a precaution.
They'll be looking very closely
at the relationship
between the two of you.
Let's not give them
any more ammunition
than they already have.
Yes, Governor.
Kaz Proctor. I'm
here to see Bea Smith.
You right?
Yeah, uh, who... who'd you say?
Kaz Proctor. For Bea Smith.
I have been approved.
Karen Proctor.
Oh, right. Well...
Well, you... you said Kaz.
Karen, Kaz. Jesus,
how hard is it?
Your driver's license,
Miss Proctor, please.
[Purse unzips]
Sign in there, please.
Did you get your money's worth?
You've been eyeing
me off since I got here.
Is that how you treat the
members of the public?
Or just the females?
I'm Kaz.
- Hi.
- Hi.
I can't believe we're
actually face to face, finally.
The inspiration you have
been to so many women.
Women who have been
victims of abuse their whole lives
are standing up and
fighting back because of you.
Look, I'm not a victim.
Let's get that straight.
Okay.
Look, Kaz, what I've
done is what I've done.
MAN: Welcome back.
All right? I had my reasons.
It's nobody else's business.
I'm not your mascot.
"Righteous act of retribution"?
That's you, yeah?
You're Red Right Hand?
You know, for every 10 meters a
woman walks away from her home
she doubles her chances of
not being abused or murdered.
Home is the most dangerous place
for a woman, as you would know.
That's got to change.
Hey, look, my
husband was murdered.
There's an ongoing
investigation, right?
When you go out there and
you commit crimes in my name,
it doesn't exactly help me.
They can't possibly
think that you did it.
Well, they do start with the
people closest to the victim.
Your husband wasn't a victim.
He was the abuser, and
he didn't deserve to live.
You're gonna stop writing to me.
You're gonna stop using my name.
I don't ever want to
see you here again.
They're pressuring
you, aren't they?
No, no, no. I'm
telling you to stop.
What have they
done? We can help you.
You have no idea how
many supporters you have
through the police and
the Department of Justice.
Well, I don't want anything
to do with you or your group.
Hey! Let go of
her. Let go of her!
Jesus Christ!
What have you done to her?
You will leave now.
Not before you tell me
what you've done to her.
FLETCH: You will leave now.
If I have to asked you again,
you'll be forcibly removed.
Escort Smith back
to her unit, please.
We won't give up on you, Bea.
That's it, let's go.
Please, this way.
Hey, Mr. Jackson, can
I please have a word?
I'll take her from here.
Hey, that woman Kaz
Proctor came to see me.
Yeah, I heard things got a
bit heated between you two.
Yeah.
Uh, you know the...
the video on the news
of the guy getting beaten up?
Yeah.
Well, I think she's
part of that group.
The Red Right Hand.
What, she said that to you?
Not in so many words, but...
I think that they might
have killed Harry.
For me.
- Here you go.
- Sorry, excuse me.
Nice chatting to you too, mate.
Uh...
You asked for me, Governor?
Yes.
How is Mr. Fletcher going?
Ah, very well, I believe.
There was an issue
with Bea Smith's visitor.
Yes, no, I saw.
He handled that
rather well, I thought.
It's funny, you know,
he seems to be...
at one moment
struggling and then
he appears to be quite
able and proactive.
Well, I suppose his
injuries make some things
more challenging than others.
Or he is inconsistent
about what he shows us.
I highly doubt he's faking it.
Hmm. Well, you'd
know better than anyone.
You've been with him
for so much of the journey.
How are you feeling?
Did you see a doctor?
- I did. And...
- And?
It's a cold, apparently.
You sure you wouldn't
be better off at home?
No, I'd really rather
not. If you don't mind.
Just until you're feeling 100%?
Got a mountain
of things to do, so...
Hmm. Well.
Offer's there.
Hey.
Anything?
Can I have that?
Fuck.
Hi, Jodie.
Jesus.
Here. You should
drink something.
You got to stop that.
It's not good for you.
I can't.
Look, I know you
think I'm the enemy.
But I'm not. She is.
Okay?
So if you just tell us
what she did to you,
then this will all be over.
I can't!
[Sniffling]
I can't!
Okay.
All right.
Then there's only one
way this is gonna end.
[Crying]
We got to stop her
from hurting herself.
She goes to medical,
she's out of our reach.
Right. There's also
the other reason.
What?
She might actually hurt herself.
Just don't forget why she
ended up in the slot, okay?
It was us who put her there.
KAZ: Hello?
Karen Proctor?
Who are you?
Are you Karen Proctor
of Red Right Hand?
- Get off my property.
- You're one of them, aren't you?
Red Right Hand?
Get off my property,
or I will call the police.
Good. Call them.
'Cause it'd be a
really interesting
conversation there, Karen, eh?
Fuck off!
Whoa!
So that's how you
deal with shit, is it?
[Grunts]
Nice, Proctor. Nice.
Who the fuck are you?
Who the fuck are you?!
Is everything all right?
Mm, yeah.
- I brought you a tea.
- Thank you.
You'll be okay.
- So will the bub.
- I know.
You know, I loved being a nanny.
The baby, Madison.
Yeah, I loved her
like she was my own.
But she died.
Of cot death.
And that was it.
Her father rang me and said,
"Your services are
no longer required."
They didn't think that
maybe it was more
than just a job to me.
I'm so sorry, Jess.
But Madison's still alive in me.
Sometimes I imagine that
we go to the park and play,
and I buy her a babyccino
and... and people
stop and tell me
what a beautiful girl I've got.
[Laughs]
And I like to think about
her first day of school,
her first kiss,
and her first love.
She's got a perfect life.
Really perfect.
You could give the
same thing to Ella.
Yeah.
All you've got to do is shut
your eyes and make it real.
Really?
Do you want to give it a go?
Okay.
Can you see her?
She'd be three now.
Would she like to come
on a playdate with Maddy?
Yeah.
Meet you at the lake
by the botanical gardens.
I hate swans.
Then there won't be any.
[Both laugh]
There won't be any at all.
Hey.
This is only gonna get worse.
She's not gonna give in.
It's the only thing
you can do, Jodie.
We will protect you.
You have to do this.
Miss Miles?
I'm not feeling very well.
Need to go to medical?
[Steam hisses]
- Well?
- She'll be okay.
Won't you? Hmm?
I'll look after you.
[Sobbing]
Sophie, why couldn't you tell
me about driving without a license?
I'm your mum, for God's sake.
I'd be the last
person to judge you.
I don't want to talk about it.
I know you don't want to
talk about it, and that's fine.
Just stay away
from Franky, love.
She's only gonna use you. Soph.
BRIDGET: G'day. Thanks.
How's it going?
Anything you want to talk about?
Why don't you start off today?
I'm sick of talking about me.
Well, we're here to
talk about you, Franky.
You're the one who
breached the trust.
Onus is on you to rebuild.
And I've acknowledged that I
compromised that, and I'm sorry,
but we cannot keep going
'round that circle, yeah?
Trust is a two-way street.
You know all about me,
so why don't you tell
me about yourself?
I want dirt.
Well [Chuckles]
I can't give you
dirt. You know that.
There's a whole host of
reasons for the therapist
not to bring their personal
lives into the room.
So you're just a wall I
talk at, I get nothing back.
If you were the prison psych,
you'd be damned careful
what you told anyone.
You're the one who's got to
do the work, Gidget, not me.
Was Liz Birdsworth
someone you trusted?
Did that bother you?
The way I pulled
her to bits like that?
- She provoked you.
- Mm.
Your only form of defense
seems to be attack,
so you did pretty much
what I'd expect of you.
When was your first
time with a woman?
[Chuckles] Okay.
Why did you change the subject?
When?
Was it because I said
you acted predictably?
I know you're a dyke.
Why won't you
answer my question?
Answer mine.
The way you eviscerated Liz...
Was that supposed to impress me?
Why would I want to impress you?
Has my sexuality got
anything to do with it?
Can't blame me for
thinking there's a connection.
It's simpler when
we stick to you, yeah?
Yes, I am a lesbian.
Now can we move on?
Yep.
[Grunts]
[Breathing heavily]
[Footsteps]
Mr. Fletcher.
Governor.
[Beep, door unlocks]
I hope your day's
going well for you.
Thank you.
[Exhales sharply]
Fuck, please,
Franky, just let me rest.
Sorry, Jodie.
Oh, God.
Just let me sleep.
I'm gonna fucking die!
It's torture.
Don't shiv the top dog.
Choccy?
I reckon she'll be
pretty hungry too, yeah?
What's it been, four or
five days since she's eaten?
FRANKY: Yeah,
something like that.
Although I heard that you can
go for months without eating
before it actually kills you.
Yeah, as long as you
keep your fluids up.
Yeah.
Otherwise, it's just a matter
of days before, you know...
It's heart failure.
Hmm?
Heart failure.
That's what kills you.
Once the fat reserves are gone,
the body starts taking
energy from the muscles,
and they start wasting away.
- Oh.
- 'Cause the heart's a muscle.
- Right.
- Yeah.
I've got this. Why
don't you go rest?
Okay.
- I'm fucking rooted.
- Yeah?
See you in a few hours, Jodie.
- [Door closes]
- JODIE: [Crying]
Bea, I can't do what you want!
So please just stop!
WOMAN: Mr. Jackson.
Will Jackson, what have you
got to say about allegations
that you murdered Harry Smith?
What?
You're assisting police
with their inquiries.
- Yes.
- Did you kill him?
What's your relationship to
the victim's ex-wife, Bea Smith?
Are prison authorities aware
of the allegations against you?
Does Bea Smith know?
What if it was the police
that leaked the
information about you?
Would they do that?
You know, to rattle
his cage, as it were.
See what falls out.
What do you think I should do?
The allegations
against you are...
Well, they're just that.
They're allegations.
You have our confidence.
Isn't that right, Derek?
Well, the board are
concerned, obviously,
but Ms. Ferguson is correct.
They are just
allegations at this point.
I can't tell you what
that means to me.
Thank you.
FLETCH: [Speaking indistinctly]
Linda.
Fletch! Welcome back.
Look, Fletch,
I'm sorry I didn't
come visit you.
Oh, it's all right.
- No, I-I should have.
- Linda, it's all right.
Personally, I hate hospitals.
And you're okay?
Yeah, I'm... I'm
back to my old self.
Good as gold. Heh.
I got to go.
WOMAN: Hello, Mr. Fletcher.
Mr. Fletcher?
Hi.
Uh, what... Jess.
Yeah. Jess.
How are you?
I'm good.
I heard you got run over.
Yeah, but I'm... I'm better now.
Here, let me.
Thank you.
I still think about it.
About what?
Us.
There's no one
here, Mr. Fletcher.
Uh, I-I'm sorry.
Uh, listen, I'm sorry, um...
- What? It's okay.
- No, I've got to go.
Mr. Fletcher.
Where is it?
Where's my card?
- I don't have it.
- Give me my fucking card!
Where's my fucking card?!
Let go of me! I don't
know where your card is!
VERA: Mr. Fletcher!
Mr. Fletcher, it's all
right. I've got a card.
Get back to your cell.
Come with me. Come on.
Come on.
The day before your accident,
you lost your swipe card.
We worked it out after
Bea Smith escaped.
What, s-she used it to escape?
No, no. Not quite.
She used it to
access contraband...
A knife which she used
in a fight with Doyle.
No, no.
It was the right
decision to come back.
I think it's helping
you remember.
Vera, I'm scared.
I don't think I
want to remember.
JOVANKA: The victim's
ex-wife, Bea Smith...
LIZ: It's Mr. Jackson.
Hey, Bea? Bea.
- BEA: Yeah?
- Come here.
- Does Bea Smith know?
- Look at this.
Corrections officer Mr. Jackson
was also the subject
of an investigation
into Bea Smith's
dramatic escape...
What the fuck?
That led to the murder
of criminal identity
Brayden Holt.
Although Mr. Jackson was cleared
of any criminal
wrongdoing in that matter,
we are led to believe
by a reliable source...
[Telephone rings]
that he is now the prime suspect
for the murder of Harry Smith.
This is Hayley Jovanka
with this Channel 8 exclusive.
Staff room.
Yeah, put it through.
Will Jackson speaking.
[Singsong] I know
who you are now.
Hey.
Jodie's got something to say.
I'll do it.
[Baby crying]
[Door closes]
It's hepatitis C, isn't it?
Yes, I'm afraid it is.
JODIE: So, um...
It started like the second
night I was in the slot, right?
And she came in, and, um,
I was sleeping, and she
had a pillow over my face.
Like pushing down on it
with all her weight, you know?
This room she took me to...
I don't know where
it was. It was dark.
She made me say
things, you know, like,
I was worthless
and I was pointless
and I was nothing.
She made me scratch
my arms until they bled,
and then she'd pour meth on them
if she didn't get the
answer she wanted.
And... She made me...
[Sniffles, coughs]
[Breathing heavily]
It's okay.
And then after she'd
just be, like, so nice to me.
Like, really nice.
[Crying] I just can't
get her out of my head.
[Sobbing]
[Bonnie "Prince" Billy's
"No Bad News" plays]
♪ Trouble, more trouble
can you get anymore ♪
♪ Slow bubble boiling
on the bedroom floor ♪
♪ Lonely ain't lonely,
someone calling at the door ♪
♪ Someone lovely, and
she's bringing bad news ♪
♪ She clenches and she cries ♪
♪ And lays on the stairs ♪
♪ Pounding on the earth
and yanking at her hairs ♪
♪ And showing such fear
at being found unawares ♪
♪ To be here and be
bringing bad news ♪
♪ Well, something bad happens ♪
♪ And a lot of people
go bad themselves ♪
♪ That's how awful it is ♪
♪ Turning half the heart into
something hard and dark ♪
♪ And she had
to bring here this ♪
♪ Well, she's told,
"Hold your buttons ♪
♪ And look at the sky ♪
♪ Someone will fix things
if you let your face dry ♪
♪ Keep your face near the
earth and your heartbeat high ♪
♪ And you may
transcend the bad news" ♪
♪ Well, something bad happens ♪
♪ And a lot of people
go bad themselves ♪
♪ That's how awful it is ♪
♪ Turning half the heart into
something hard and dark ♪
♪ And she had
to bring here this ♪
Hey, Vera.
I know it's late, but I'm...
Sometimes it's not
good to be alone.
Come in.
Oh, you've... you've tidied up.
Yeah. Tidy room, tidy mind.
My old man used to say that.
I had to keep my
room spick-and-span
at all times,
otherwise... [Chuckles]
Our parents would
have got on famously.
Yeah.
Vera, there's something
I need to... I need to say.
Okay, you...
It's good you're here.
I've realized something
about my accident.
There was nothing
accidental about it.
I did it to myself.
- Do you remember what happened?
- No.
But it's the only thing
that makes any sense.
All my life, Vera, I've
suffered from depression.
All my life.
Then there was the
post-traumatic stress
after East Timor.
Years of dark thoughts
and suicidal thoughts.
I lost my swipe card
and a prisoner used it.
I was gonna lose my job.
Everything and anyone that
had ever meant anything to me
was gonna be taken away.
I would have seen that
van and gone, "Fuck it!"
Hey. Vera, it's okay.
I'm... I'm fine.
Knowing what it is
helps, and I know now.
I know.
I'm [Sniffles]
I'm so sorry.
Hey, what... what's that they
say about the truth, you know?
It sets you free,
Vera. It sets you free.
No.
No, it's a bastard.