Wentworth (2013–…): Season 6, Episode 11 - Indelible Ink - full transcript
Marie gets closer to discovering who killed her son.
This is for Marie.
You're a fucking rat!
- Everything OK?
- I was in the showers
and I-I heard the whole thing!
You hurt Cherry.
- There was a fucking witness!
- Cherry was the rat.
- I was protecting you.
- You've done enough.
500K?!
Where the fuck are
we gonna get 500K from?
Even if we did pay,
do you think that'd be the end of it?
Blackmailers don't stop.
This was under her mattress.
- There's blood on it.
- Slot her.
Someone planted it! No!
You framed Jenkins.
Do not touch Birdsworth.
I am the one who goes down
if she talks.
I decide now.
But if she doesn't do something,
we'll both wind up in prison.
I'll go down for conspiracy,
but you fucking killed her, mate.
You'll get life. Tell Vera
to pay up, you dumb fuck!
- Ugh!
- Ugh! Ya, fu...!
- I'd like a transfer.
- What's wrong with H3?
Liz isn't in it.
I want to stick close,
keep an eye on her.
Surely that's in your
best interests, too?
Liz?
I just wanna die!
- Who gave you the hotshot?
- It was Marie.
Where's the rest of your stash?
It's laced with rat poison,
you can't take it. So hand it over.
Marie, can you hear me?!
Oh, shit. Marie!?
Six, seven...
Theme Music Plays...
♪ 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'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 ♪
*WENTWORTH*
Season 06 Episode 11
Episode Title :
"Indelible Ink"
I know what you did.
You raped her,
you pig.
She wasn't complaining.
I know I did!
I know I did!
Argh! Argh!
What the fuck, oh!
Oh, shit! Oh!
Try and eat something,
OK?
- Thanks.
- I better get back there.
Hey, can you make sure Taylah
flushes the rest of that gear?
'Cause I don't want any other girls
shovin' rat poison in their veins.
- Yeah, we will.
- Attention, compound.
Attention, compound.
H Block are now called for breakfast.
How's Marie?
- What do you care?
- I heard it was touch-and-go.
Sugartits!
I woke up alone and thought
you escaped without me!
Just wanted to make sure
Marie was OK.
Oh, whatever.
Serves her right, eh?
- ODing on that rubbish.
- Yeah.
She must have
the constitution of an ox.
How's she goin', anyway?
Yeah, actually, she got
some really good news.
Someone on the outside got CCTV
photos of that prick that hit Danny.
- Oh, true?
- Yeah, so if he was at the bar,
- they might be able to ID him.
- Great!
Hey, you comin' to brekkie?
Ah, no, I gotta go find Taylah,
but save me a seat anyway. Nice?
Oi.
I'm fucked.
- Marie's getting photos in.
- More photos from the pub?
I dunno.
Of me hitting Danny.
They're from the...
the cameras in the car park, I guess.
She's gonna know it's me.
- No, it's not gonna show you.
- How do you know?
Well, photos like that
are shit quality.
Unless it's a close up of
your face it could be anyone.
Well, what if it does show
my face?
You would have been arrested
already.
But it'll show what
I'm wearing.
You'll be right.
Go eat your breakfast.
Taylah?
What'd I do?
I got a message from Marie.
That gear she gave you,
it's laced with rat poison.
- Come on. We've got to flush it.
- There's none left.
What? You used it all?
- What, so you flushed it?
- Bullshit!
Where's the rest of it?
Taylah, what the fuck
did you do with that gear?
I didn't do nothin' with it,
all right?
I told Kaz
where I stashed it
and she said
she'd get rid of it for me.
Here we go.
Thanks, love. Good-oh.
Ooh...
what's that flavour?
The usual. Camomile.
- Is it? Mm.
- Yep.
Fuck me! Hm!
Good to see you out.
I copped a charge!
With my shit record,
I'm looking at six to ten.
They're saying
Cherry's paralysed, eh?
- All right, Booms, calm down.
- How can I calm down?
Some dog is saying
I bashed her!
Do you know who it was?
Marie.
She set you up.
- Right.
- I've already punished her,
- she's in medical.
- Yeah?
Well I'm gonna
put her in the fuckin' morgue.
Do that and you'll cop
another charge.
Let me handle it.
Stop acting like children.
No more cheap shots.
Sticking together is the only
way we're gonna get through this.
I told Will about Derek
Channing blackmailing you.
Yet another inglorious chapter
in the life
and times of Jake Stewart.
What was that about
cheap shots?
The more I think about it,
the more it makes sense.
Channing knew
Ferguson had it in for me.
And he'd be pretty pissed off,
taking the fall for everything.
How would Channing know
what I did?
He was here
during the escape.
Well, maybe you weren't as careful
as you thought. Either way...
- we have to do something about him.
- Like what?
Bury him on top of Ferguson?
- Oh, for Christ's sake, Jake!
- Fucking hell, mate.
What then?
Pay him off?
Let's make sure
it's him first.
How?
Are you sure
this is the right place?
It's a bit weird for Channing.
Well, it's the address
his wife gave me.
Apparently he went off the rails
after losing his job.
- Depression, got heavily into coke.
- She told you that?
Yeah.
No love lost there.
Oh, hang on.
- I have to get this. OK.
- I'll go check it out.
Vera?
They're not numbered.
Just gonna see
if I can spot the car.
All right.
See you then. Bye.
Will?
Vera.
What are you doin' here?
- I'm...
- Vera?
Will!
Fuck! No!
- Don't... don't... argh! Argh!
- Will!
Wait... no!
Get off me!
Vera?!
You ready?
Ah?!
You want a piece of this, do ya?
Ya! Ya! Ya! Oh!
- Who...?! What do you want?!
- Stop fighting me!
What, eh?! What do
you want from me, huh?!
What...
what do you want from me?
Go on, say it.
How the mighty have fallen.
But not you, Vera, no,
you're Teflon.
I hope I didn't crumple that
neatly pressed uniform of yours.
So this is where
you live.
I love fishing.
Doesn't look like you've
been doing too much of it.
Well, that's because
my work keeps me busy.
Yeah, and what work
would that be, Derek?
Take a look around, Vera.
We know what you're doing,
Derek.
But here's the thing,
blackmailing Vera's not gonna work.
- What are you bloody talking about?
- Breaking into Vera's house,
leaving the gloves on her pillow.
Tryin' to make her think that
Ferguson is still stalking her.
Ferguson is stalking you?
Wh-wh-when did this happen?
Just cut the bullshit,
OK, we know it's you!
So so-someone is
blackmailing you? For what?
What game are you playing?
I'm not playing any games,
Vera.
This is serious business.
I'm hunting her.
- Hunting her?
- Yeah.
That bitch is out there
somewhere
and she has destroyed
my fuckin' life.
I'm gonna hunt her down
like a dog,
- and when I fuckin' find her...
- So you think Ferguson is still here?
Ha-ha! 'Course she's still here!
She's a fuckin' cockroach!
Now, I don't know how
the hell she escaped...
but she's not gonna
get away.
Now, these gloves...
the gloves in your house...
how long ago was that?
A week ago.
- Week ago?
- Hmm.
A week.
All right,
so if that was a week ago
she could be somewhere
between here and...
He's seriously unhinged.
Coked to the eyeballs.
You think he's bluffing?
No. And if he thinks
Fergusson is alive
then he can't be
the blackmailer.
Popular with these blokes.
Must have your finger
in a few pies?
We've both got a bit
in common then.
Rita,
we'd like to talk to you
about your biker licks.
Whatever.
So, what do you got for us?
I think
Marie's protector is a cop.
She's got photos coming in,
CCTV from the car park
where her son was bashed.
Danny Winter.
The photos were too low
res to ID the attacker,
- so they were never sent out.
- Hmm.
Only a cop could have
access to 'em.
- What?
- Well, they were sent
to a private imaging company
to try to enhance 'em.
That's a lot more hands
on them.
Cop and civilian.
- So is that all you've got for us?
- Yeah.
Right.
Just out of interest,
did the imaging give us anything new?
Uh, yeah.
Turned up a tattoo on the
back of the guy's head, here.
Above the hairline,
where the perp's head was shaved.
Double shafted arrow.
Thanks.
- What's wrong?
- Turn around.
Oh! Oi!
What the hell?!
- Fuck!
- Yeah, fuck's right!
'Ere, no-one goes
touchin' me like that!
Has Allie?
Has Allie seen that tattoo
on the back of your neck?
- Answer me! Has Allie seen it?!
- Oh, I don't... I don't know.
- N-no. Why?
- Are you sure?
- Are you sure, Ru?
- Yes, I'm sure!
She would have said
somethin'.
What's goin' on, Rita?
Hello!
What the fuck is goin' on?!
Those photos,
the ones that Marie's gettin' in?
They show that tattoo.
The back of your head.
How do you know?
Uh, one of my biker
mates with the Conquerors,
he's got, uh,
links with the cops.
Oh, shit!
What am I gonna do?
- Break up with Allie for a start.
- What?!
You can't risk her seein' it.
If Allie sees it and
tells Marie, you're dead.
Fuck her off!
I know
you had Cherry bashed...
and that you framed
Boomer for it.
Wow.
You seem to know a lot.
You're gonna tell the Governor
and you're gonna exonerate Boomer.
And if I don't confess,
Boomer will what...
- punch my tits in?
- Boomer won't come for you.
I will.
Hey...
I'm gettin' outta here
soon...
so go find someone else to involve
in your bullshit power games.
Morning.
Could you call the deputy
governor and Officer Stewart
- to my office, please?
- Sure.
- Whoa, shit.
- You are fucking kidding me!
We've got no choice now.
We have to pay the money.
What? You got any better ideas?
'Cause I'd really love to hear them!
Vera?
Sierra 1 calling Sierra 2.
Oh, fucking hell.
This is Sierra 2. Go ahead.
Governor, we've got Derek
Channing at the gatehouse.
He's asking to see you.
I thought you said
it couldn't be him.
Sierra 1,
issue Mr Channing
a visitor's pass and send him up.
- Copy that.
- Why is he here?
I don't know.
I'm staying.
No.
I'll see him alone.
'Scuse me, Governor,
Mr Channing to see you.
Vera...
long time no see.
What do you want?
My life back.
Luckily...
- you're in a position to give it to me.
- How?
Well, after you and Will left
yesterday, I had an epiphany.
I always knew
in my bones that
bitch
had inside help to escape
and I believe
that help was you.
- Me?
- Hmm.
And now you're being blackmailed
by somebody
who's threatening to expose you.
I'm right, aren't I?
I fuckin' knew it!
It's Ferguson, Vera!
Ferguson?
I-I can't believe you
haven't figured it out.
I mean, you were desperate
to get rid of her,
so you helped her escape,
then she blackmails you
for it.
That's fuckin' genius, in a... in
a twisted, fucked-up, psychotic way!
So here's the deal...
you're gonna go to the police and
you're gonna tell 'em everything...
and I...
will be totally exonerated.
And why would I do that?
Because, in exchange,
I'll keep Will Jackson out of it.
It's obvious he's an accessory
after the fact and I know...
well, I know you have a
soft spot for the big fella.
I'm sure you wouldn't
want to drop him in it.
So...
I'm going to give you a day
to come to terms with it.
I'm sure you'll do the
right thing, Vera...
because, fuck...
that's just the sort of person
you are.
I'm surprised to see you here,
Derek.
Get used to it,
honey bun.
What's that prick doin' back?
That's fuckin' Channing!
- Keep walkin' dickhead!
- Ya fuckin' dog!
Go on, piss off.
Thought you were
my friend?
Yeah, I am.
Why, is there something wrong,
Boomer?
You know what's wrong!
You dobbed on me,
didn't ya? Yeah?
- No.
- You told the screws that I bashed Cherry.
- No.
- Yeah!
Who told you that? Kaz?
- She lied to you.
- No.
No, you... you set me up.
You planted that
battery stick in me cell.
- Now, Boomer...
- Mm-hm?
Kaz told you it was
me because she hates me
and she's protecting the person who
really told the screws it was you.
Who?
Who's she fuckin' protectin'?
Surely you can work
that one out. Hmm?
It's Liz.
Liz?
- She just makes shit up, you know?!
- I know!
I know she does,
but, unfortunately for us,
people believe
what she says.
Yeah...
Yeah.
I say we call his bluff.
Let Channing go to the
police, see who they believe.
There's only one problem with
that, even though it wasn't me,
there was an officer involved,
which makes it too close
to the truth for comfort,
especially if,
when the police decide to investigate.
Attention, compound.
Work detail will
commence in ten minutes.
- Bwah! Wrong door, oops!
- Shit!
- Jenkins! Jenkins, open that door!
- Fuck it! Fuck it!
- Jenkins, open this door now!
- Fuck it! Fuck!
Can you... Just open it!
- Fuck it!
- Do it, open the door!
- Do it!
- Attention, compound!
Attention, compound! I've got an
important announcement to make!
I didn't bash Cherry!
And you can't believe a
word Liz Birdsworth says,
- 'cause Liz Birdsworth has got the dementia.
- What?!
I repeat, Liz Birdsworth
has got the dementia.
Liz!
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
That is enough!
- So, like...
- Jenkins!
It's not her fault,
right, 'cause she's sick...
but you just can't believe a
word that comes out of her mouth
'cause she can't help talking shit!
Susan Jenkins speaking.
Over and out.
She'll be pissing herself next.
- Open it!
- I have to do everything?!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, all
right, all right, all right.
Don't have to hurt me.
- Fuckin' idiot.
- You're a fuckin' idiot!
Surprised to see you here, Boomer.
I thought you'd be in the slot.
Well, the slot doesn't
seem to work for Jenkins,
so I have decided
to suspend privileges.
No phones, no visitors,
no special spends and no
Monte Carlos for a month.
And Jenkins has also assured me
that she will help to repair
the damage she has done
by revealing Birdsworth's condition
to the wider prison population.
But you gotta look
into Cherry's bashin'.
That is a police matter,
but I will do what I can.
But I've got Sonia's
lawyer working on my parole.
I don't want that fucked up,
all right?
Even a dumb-arse'd
know that!
Oh, I wasn't saying
you're a dumb-arse.
I... and... uh...
Oh, shit, shit, shit.
I was set up.
- That's what I'm saying, I was set up.
- OK...
right, so if you think you
can still manage the situation,
I will leave it to you
as to how Jenkins
can best repair the damage
she has done.
- That horse has bolted.
- Mmm, horses bolt, Proctor.
Was gonna happen
sooner or later.
Mr Stewart?
- What is it, Novak?
- I saw Channing here before.
What's that creep doing here?
Is it about Ferguson?
Well, what does he know?
We're dealing with it, OK?
If you need any dirt
on him, let me know.
I'll talk to Marie.
How are you feeling?
Pissed off. I mean, things
are fallin' to shit out there,
there's fuckin' rat poison
in my gear...
Christ, my parole
can't come soon enough.
Got the photos.
Shows the prick who did it.
Yeah, but you can't see
his face.
No, he's wearing a dark hoodie.
We'll match it to the
photos from the bar.
Did you do it?
- D'you break up with Allie?
- I can't.
I love her
and I trust her.
She wouldn't dob on me.
You don't know that.
- I think I can fix this.
- How?
There's still this.
We will find the
prick, Marie, I promise.
And when we do...
- I'll kill him.
- No.
That, I wanna do myself.
You ready?
On the count of three.
One...
I told you I'd handle it.
I'll sort Marie out.
Yeah, well, just sayin' you'll
sort Marie out means jack shit.
All right? I had to do
what I done!
What fucking right do you
have to betray that confidence,
to treat Liz like that?
People had to know
she's losing her marbles, right?
- She said I bashed Cherry!
- Only to me, nobody else,
and only because Marie
got it into her head.
Is that true? Like...
did you only tell Kaz?
I think so.
I'm... I-I mean, yeah,
and... and it's 'cause
I was confused.
I wouldn't dob on ya,
love.
Oh, fuck.
Oh...
I'm... I'm sorry.
And I'm... I'm...
I'm sorry you're sick
and I'm sorry
I told the whole prison.
- It's OK.
- Mmm...
It's all right.
No, it's probably
for the best anyway.
Hey...
I'm sorry
you lost your Monte Carlos.
No, it's all right,
I've got a secret stash anyway,
- so don't worry about it.
- Oh, you little bugger!
What are you gonna do
to Marie?
What I should've done
a long time ago.
You are the only one
keeping this vendetta alive.
You're fighting a battle
from ten years ago!
Oh, it's all one-sided, is it?
Marie is just fucked up
about her son!
She doesn't wanna get involved
in your bullshit power games.
Right, so trying to kill Liz,
what was that about?
What?
She tried to get Liz to
top herself with a hot shot.
I stopped Liz.
So you tell me, Allie...
what do you think
I should do about that?
Don't you think poisoning
Marie is punishment enough?
Just quietly, no.
You need to pick a side, bubba.
I'm not gonna
do that again.
- Hey.
- Hey.
Come in, I wanna show you something.
Oh, Marie.
Oh.
What's this?
That's a tattoo
on the bastard's head.
Did this help you
find out who it is?
No.
No. It's hopeless.
You need to stay away from Kaz.
She can't let this grudge go.
She won't let it go.
I think she's gonna
try and come for you.
Come on,
I'm not afraid of her.
Well, you should be.
She's already tried once.
That gear?
She poisoned me?
Listen, just promise me.
OK? You've only got a short
time left in here. Just...
stay away from Kaz.
- How's the pain?
- Oh, only hurts when I breathe.
It's gonna take a while to heal.
Well, lucky I have a
head full of scars, eh?
It won't look out of place,
then.
Still gonna need to be careful.
I'll leave you to it, then.
Hey, stranger,
where you been?
- What, you been missin' me?
- Yeah, actually, I have.
- Oi, Liz?
- Yeah?
- Got that 50 you owe me?
- What?
Oh, don't tell me
you don't remember.
- Oh... knock it off, all right?
- Juice said you promised
- to munch on her furburger.
- Shut your fucking mouth!
Or you'll what?
Or you'll what, Kaz?
Slip them some gear
laced with rat poison?
What the fuck?!
If I wasn't getting outta here...
I would slit
your fucking throat!
Bring it on.
Oh!
- Fuckin' hell!
- You've made your choice.
Still reckon
she wouldn't dog ya?
- You crossed Kaz.
- What?
Kaz is your best friend and
you picked Marie over her.
No... no, no, no, it-it...
- it wasn't a choice.
- What is it, then?
Kaz tried to kill Marie!
So, what,
you told Marie everything?
I tried to warn her,
I-I didn't want anybody to get hurt.
I didn't think that she
would call Kaz on it!
That's the thing, eh?
The people you love...
they surprise ya.
I can't trust ya.
Oh, what?!
That's it.
We're done.
- Ruby...
- We're done!
Oh, fu...
- Hey.
- Hey.
Nice surprise.
No.
Derek Channing.
Shit.
That's a blast from the past.
I need some information
to control him.
Heard you might be able
to help.
Maybe.
What's in it for me?
Please.
OK. But I'll need access
to a computer and a printer.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
Out you go.
Oh! Yes.
- Great. Thank you.
- Let's go.
Thank you, Miss Miles.
Will...
it's good that
you're here, too.
You'll be pleased to know
that when this all blows over,
I'll be keeping you on
as my deputy.
It's gonna blow over
a lot quicker than you think.
Hm.
So, Vera, will you be
calling the police or shall I?
No, I won't be calling
the police, Derek.
Uh, and neither will you.
Well,
what fucked up game is this?
It's just a...
it's a lot of technical paperwork
that I don't really understand...
detailing your co-ownership
of a number of illegal brothels.
Ooh, don't need to be a technical genius
to understand
what's going on there.
So Ferguson gave you this, did she?
Well, I can't possibly
reveal my sources, Derek.
That psycho bitch!
She's still fucking with me!
Miss Miles, would you escort
Mr Channing out, please?
Make sure
he returns his visitor's pass.
Oh, Jesus.
- So when are you coming back?
- Fuck off, Linda!
Should I ask
where you got all this?
No.
So what do we do now?
I think we have to pay
the ransom.
Flush them out.
Marie?
- Who's that guy behind you?
- I don't know. I can't remember.
Fuck.
- Rodney.
- Hello, Marie.
Mwah! Mm!
So, I trust you have
good news about my parole.
Uh... I'm afraid I...
I have less than
cheery news, Marie.
Chamberlain, the doctor you assaulted...
last week he was out walking
his dog, he dropped dead.
Autopsy report came back
a couple of days ago,
died of a brain bleed.
- What?
- A bleed just beneath
the spot where you
struck him in the head.
So, um...
The DPP wants to pursue
a manslaughter charge
against you, they're asking
for a minimum 10-year sentence.
Eh... we will fight it. OK,
it's not a fait accompli.
- We're going to move...
- What are my chances of being convicted?
There's a precedence for...
delayed homicide
- proximate to a cause...
- Just give it to me straight, Rodney.
You're fucked.
- Marie?
- You fuckin' hypocrite!
What are you doing?!
No!
You tried to poison me!
Cut that out!
- Here, Kaz! Kaz! Kaz!
- What?!
Thanks. Fuck!
Kaz, fuckin' roll her!
- Kaz...!
- Fuck her up!
Good luck now, big slut!
- You're fucked!
- Show her who's Top Dog!
- Kaz, don't do this!
- Get her!
Come on, Kaz!
Yeah, do it.
- You're dead.
- Am I?
- Push it, Kaz!
- Marie, stop!
- Come on! Come on!
- You know what the wins are, stab her!
- Ugh!
- Argh!
- Yes!
- Fuckin' rough!
Ha! Ja!
- Fuckin' you!
- Break it up!
- Grab 'em!
- Proctor!
- Move back, ladies! Get back!
- Proctor, get here!
- Argh! Come on!
- Argh!
- Give it here, Proctor!
- Drop it.
Let it go! Come on!
- Boomer, take care of Liz!
- OK!
- Argh, fuck!
- Back to your units, let's go!
What was the alarm?
Some shit-fight in the
laundry. Make this quick.
Move through, ladies.
Back to your unit.
Hey!
Where's Marie?
- She's in the slot.
- Why?
She attacked Kaz.
Hurry up. Move through.
Hey. Ruby,
can we talk, please?
♪ When you saw me leaving ♪
♪ Did you think
I had a place to go? ♪
♪ Since you've stopped
believing ♪
♪ I've had to put on
my own show ♪
I know what you did.
She wasn't complaining.
♪ I'll put on a performance ♪
♪ I'll put on a show ♪
♪ It is a performance ♪
♪ I do it all so ♪
♪ You won't see me hurting ♪
♪ When my heart it breaks ♪
♪ I'll put on a performance ♪
♪ I'll put on a brave face ♪
Proctor and Winter.
God, that's all we need.
Bea Smith's grave?
What the fuck?!
You still want to go through with that?
Do we have a choice?
Over there.
Oh!
- Ugh!
- Drop the gun! Drop it!
- Let go!
- Get him!
Get off!
- Drop it!
- Ugh!
You let me go!
I thought you said
it couldn't be him.
- I'm not the fuckin' blackmailer!
- So what are you doin' here?!
I was following Vera.
I'm here to get Ferguson.
- Shit...
- Fuck!
Oh, shit...!
Whoa!
- Ballan 4-8-9.
- Go ahead, 4-8-9.
We're at the
coordinates you gave us...
Go ahead.
Looks like
the tip-off was good.
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You're a fucking rat!
- Everything OK?
- I was in the showers
and I-I heard the whole thing!
You hurt Cherry.
- There was a fucking witness!
- Cherry was the rat.
- I was protecting you.
- You've done enough.
500K?!
Where the fuck are
we gonna get 500K from?
Even if we did pay,
do you think that'd be the end of it?
Blackmailers don't stop.
This was under her mattress.
- There's blood on it.
- Slot her.
Someone planted it! No!
You framed Jenkins.
Do not touch Birdsworth.
I am the one who goes down
if she talks.
I decide now.
But if she doesn't do something,
we'll both wind up in prison.
I'll go down for conspiracy,
but you fucking killed her, mate.
You'll get life. Tell Vera
to pay up, you dumb fuck!
- Ugh!
- Ugh! Ya, fu...!
- I'd like a transfer.
- What's wrong with H3?
Liz isn't in it.
I want to stick close,
keep an eye on her.
Surely that's in your
best interests, too?
Liz?
I just wanna die!
- Who gave you the hotshot?
- It was Marie.
Where's the rest of your stash?
It's laced with rat poison,
you can't take it. So hand it over.
Marie, can you hear me?!
Oh, shit. Marie!?
Six, seven...
Theme Music Plays...
♪ 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'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 ♪
*WENTWORTH*
Season 06 Episode 11
Episode Title :
"Indelible Ink"
I know what you did.
You raped her,
you pig.
She wasn't complaining.
I know I did!
I know I did!
Argh! Argh!
What the fuck, oh!
Oh, shit! Oh!
Try and eat something,
OK?
- Thanks.
- I better get back there.
Hey, can you make sure Taylah
flushes the rest of that gear?
'Cause I don't want any other girls
shovin' rat poison in their veins.
- Yeah, we will.
- Attention, compound.
Attention, compound.
H Block are now called for breakfast.
How's Marie?
- What do you care?
- I heard it was touch-and-go.
Sugartits!
I woke up alone and thought
you escaped without me!
Just wanted to make sure
Marie was OK.
Oh, whatever.
Serves her right, eh?
- ODing on that rubbish.
- Yeah.
She must have
the constitution of an ox.
How's she goin', anyway?
Yeah, actually, she got
some really good news.
Someone on the outside got CCTV
photos of that prick that hit Danny.
- Oh, true?
- Yeah, so if he was at the bar,
- they might be able to ID him.
- Great!
Hey, you comin' to brekkie?
Ah, no, I gotta go find Taylah,
but save me a seat anyway. Nice?
Oi.
I'm fucked.
- Marie's getting photos in.
- More photos from the pub?
I dunno.
Of me hitting Danny.
They're from the...
the cameras in the car park, I guess.
She's gonna know it's me.
- No, it's not gonna show you.
- How do you know?
Well, photos like that
are shit quality.
Unless it's a close up of
your face it could be anyone.
Well, what if it does show
my face?
You would have been arrested
already.
But it'll show what
I'm wearing.
You'll be right.
Go eat your breakfast.
Taylah?
What'd I do?
I got a message from Marie.
That gear she gave you,
it's laced with rat poison.
- Come on. We've got to flush it.
- There's none left.
What? You used it all?
- What, so you flushed it?
- Bullshit!
Where's the rest of it?
Taylah, what the fuck
did you do with that gear?
I didn't do nothin' with it,
all right?
I told Kaz
where I stashed it
and she said
she'd get rid of it for me.
Here we go.
Thanks, love. Good-oh.
Ooh...
what's that flavour?
The usual. Camomile.
- Is it? Mm.
- Yep.
Fuck me! Hm!
Good to see you out.
I copped a charge!
With my shit record,
I'm looking at six to ten.
They're saying
Cherry's paralysed, eh?
- All right, Booms, calm down.
- How can I calm down?
Some dog is saying
I bashed her!
Do you know who it was?
Marie.
She set you up.
- Right.
- I've already punished her,
- she's in medical.
- Yeah?
Well I'm gonna
put her in the fuckin' morgue.
Do that and you'll cop
another charge.
Let me handle it.
Stop acting like children.
No more cheap shots.
Sticking together is the only
way we're gonna get through this.
I told Will about Derek
Channing blackmailing you.
Yet another inglorious chapter
in the life
and times of Jake Stewart.
What was that about
cheap shots?
The more I think about it,
the more it makes sense.
Channing knew
Ferguson had it in for me.
And he'd be pretty pissed off,
taking the fall for everything.
How would Channing know
what I did?
He was here
during the escape.
Well, maybe you weren't as careful
as you thought. Either way...
- we have to do something about him.
- Like what?
Bury him on top of Ferguson?
- Oh, for Christ's sake, Jake!
- Fucking hell, mate.
What then?
Pay him off?
Let's make sure
it's him first.
How?
Are you sure
this is the right place?
It's a bit weird for Channing.
Well, it's the address
his wife gave me.
Apparently he went off the rails
after losing his job.
- Depression, got heavily into coke.
- She told you that?
Yeah.
No love lost there.
Oh, hang on.
- I have to get this. OK.
- I'll go check it out.
Vera?
They're not numbered.
Just gonna see
if I can spot the car.
All right.
See you then. Bye.
Will?
Vera.
What are you doin' here?
- I'm...
- Vera?
Will!
Fuck! No!
- Don't... don't... argh! Argh!
- Will!
Wait... no!
Get off me!
Vera?!
You ready?
Ah?!
You want a piece of this, do ya?
Ya! Ya! Ya! Oh!
- Who...?! What do you want?!
- Stop fighting me!
What, eh?! What do
you want from me, huh?!
What...
what do you want from me?
Go on, say it.
How the mighty have fallen.
But not you, Vera, no,
you're Teflon.
I hope I didn't crumple that
neatly pressed uniform of yours.
So this is where
you live.
I love fishing.
Doesn't look like you've
been doing too much of it.
Well, that's because
my work keeps me busy.
Yeah, and what work
would that be, Derek?
Take a look around, Vera.
We know what you're doing,
Derek.
But here's the thing,
blackmailing Vera's not gonna work.
- What are you bloody talking about?
- Breaking into Vera's house,
leaving the gloves on her pillow.
Tryin' to make her think that
Ferguson is still stalking her.
Ferguson is stalking you?
Wh-wh-when did this happen?
Just cut the bullshit,
OK, we know it's you!
So so-someone is
blackmailing you? For what?
What game are you playing?
I'm not playing any games,
Vera.
This is serious business.
I'm hunting her.
- Hunting her?
- Yeah.
That bitch is out there
somewhere
and she has destroyed
my fuckin' life.
I'm gonna hunt her down
like a dog,
- and when I fuckin' find her...
- So you think Ferguson is still here?
Ha-ha! 'Course she's still here!
She's a fuckin' cockroach!
Now, I don't know how
the hell she escaped...
but she's not gonna
get away.
Now, these gloves...
the gloves in your house...
how long ago was that?
A week ago.
- Week ago?
- Hmm.
A week.
All right,
so if that was a week ago
she could be somewhere
between here and...
He's seriously unhinged.
Coked to the eyeballs.
You think he's bluffing?
No. And if he thinks
Fergusson is alive
then he can't be
the blackmailer.
Popular with these blokes.
Must have your finger
in a few pies?
We've both got a bit
in common then.
Rita,
we'd like to talk to you
about your biker licks.
Whatever.
So, what do you got for us?
I think
Marie's protector is a cop.
She's got photos coming in,
CCTV from the car park
where her son was bashed.
Danny Winter.
The photos were too low
res to ID the attacker,
- so they were never sent out.
- Hmm.
Only a cop could have
access to 'em.
- What?
- Well, they were sent
to a private imaging company
to try to enhance 'em.
That's a lot more hands
on them.
Cop and civilian.
- So is that all you've got for us?
- Yeah.
Right.
Just out of interest,
did the imaging give us anything new?
Uh, yeah.
Turned up a tattoo on the
back of the guy's head, here.
Above the hairline,
where the perp's head was shaved.
Double shafted arrow.
Thanks.
- What's wrong?
- Turn around.
Oh! Oi!
What the hell?!
- Fuck!
- Yeah, fuck's right!
'Ere, no-one goes
touchin' me like that!
Has Allie?
Has Allie seen that tattoo
on the back of your neck?
- Answer me! Has Allie seen it?!
- Oh, I don't... I don't know.
- N-no. Why?
- Are you sure?
- Are you sure, Ru?
- Yes, I'm sure!
She would have said
somethin'.
What's goin' on, Rita?
Hello!
What the fuck is goin' on?!
Those photos,
the ones that Marie's gettin' in?
They show that tattoo.
The back of your head.
How do you know?
Uh, one of my biker
mates with the Conquerors,
he's got, uh,
links with the cops.
Oh, shit!
What am I gonna do?
- Break up with Allie for a start.
- What?!
You can't risk her seein' it.
If Allie sees it and
tells Marie, you're dead.
Fuck her off!
I know
you had Cherry bashed...
and that you framed
Boomer for it.
Wow.
You seem to know a lot.
You're gonna tell the Governor
and you're gonna exonerate Boomer.
And if I don't confess,
Boomer will what...
- punch my tits in?
- Boomer won't come for you.
I will.
Hey...
I'm gettin' outta here
soon...
so go find someone else to involve
in your bullshit power games.
Morning.
Could you call the deputy
governor and Officer Stewart
- to my office, please?
- Sure.
- Whoa, shit.
- You are fucking kidding me!
We've got no choice now.
We have to pay the money.
What? You got any better ideas?
'Cause I'd really love to hear them!
Vera?
Sierra 1 calling Sierra 2.
Oh, fucking hell.
This is Sierra 2. Go ahead.
Governor, we've got Derek
Channing at the gatehouse.
He's asking to see you.
I thought you said
it couldn't be him.
Sierra 1,
issue Mr Channing
a visitor's pass and send him up.
- Copy that.
- Why is he here?
I don't know.
I'm staying.
No.
I'll see him alone.
'Scuse me, Governor,
Mr Channing to see you.
Vera...
long time no see.
What do you want?
My life back.
Luckily...
- you're in a position to give it to me.
- How?
Well, after you and Will left
yesterday, I had an epiphany.
I always knew
in my bones that
bitch
had inside help to escape
and I believe
that help was you.
- Me?
- Hmm.
And now you're being blackmailed
by somebody
who's threatening to expose you.
I'm right, aren't I?
I fuckin' knew it!
It's Ferguson, Vera!
Ferguson?
I-I can't believe you
haven't figured it out.
I mean, you were desperate
to get rid of her,
so you helped her escape,
then she blackmails you
for it.
That's fuckin' genius, in a... in
a twisted, fucked-up, psychotic way!
So here's the deal...
you're gonna go to the police and
you're gonna tell 'em everything...
and I...
will be totally exonerated.
And why would I do that?
Because, in exchange,
I'll keep Will Jackson out of it.
It's obvious he's an accessory
after the fact and I know...
well, I know you have a
soft spot for the big fella.
I'm sure you wouldn't
want to drop him in it.
So...
I'm going to give you a day
to come to terms with it.
I'm sure you'll do the
right thing, Vera...
because, fuck...
that's just the sort of person
you are.
I'm surprised to see you here,
Derek.
Get used to it,
honey bun.
What's that prick doin' back?
That's fuckin' Channing!
- Keep walkin' dickhead!
- Ya fuckin' dog!
Go on, piss off.
Thought you were
my friend?
Yeah, I am.
Why, is there something wrong,
Boomer?
You know what's wrong!
You dobbed on me,
didn't ya? Yeah?
- No.
- You told the screws that I bashed Cherry.
- No.
- Yeah!
Who told you that? Kaz?
- She lied to you.
- No.
No, you... you set me up.
You planted that
battery stick in me cell.
- Now, Boomer...
- Mm-hm?
Kaz told you it was
me because she hates me
and she's protecting the person who
really told the screws it was you.
Who?
Who's she fuckin' protectin'?
Surely you can work
that one out. Hmm?
It's Liz.
Liz?
- She just makes shit up, you know?!
- I know!
I know she does,
but, unfortunately for us,
people believe
what she says.
Yeah...
Yeah.
I say we call his bluff.
Let Channing go to the
police, see who they believe.
There's only one problem with
that, even though it wasn't me,
there was an officer involved,
which makes it too close
to the truth for comfort,
especially if,
when the police decide to investigate.
Attention, compound.
Work detail will
commence in ten minutes.
- Bwah! Wrong door, oops!
- Shit!
- Jenkins! Jenkins, open that door!
- Fuck it! Fuck it!
- Jenkins, open this door now!
- Fuck it! Fuck!
Can you... Just open it!
- Fuck it!
- Do it, open the door!
- Do it!
- Attention, compound!
Attention, compound! I've got an
important announcement to make!
I didn't bash Cherry!
And you can't believe a
word Liz Birdsworth says,
- 'cause Liz Birdsworth has got the dementia.
- What?!
I repeat, Liz Birdsworth
has got the dementia.
Liz!
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
That is enough!
- So, like...
- Jenkins!
It's not her fault,
right, 'cause she's sick...
but you just can't believe a
word that comes out of her mouth
'cause she can't help talking shit!
Susan Jenkins speaking.
Over and out.
She'll be pissing herself next.
- Open it!
- I have to do everything?!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, all
right, all right, all right.
Don't have to hurt me.
- Fuckin' idiot.
- You're a fuckin' idiot!
Surprised to see you here, Boomer.
I thought you'd be in the slot.
Well, the slot doesn't
seem to work for Jenkins,
so I have decided
to suspend privileges.
No phones, no visitors,
no special spends and no
Monte Carlos for a month.
And Jenkins has also assured me
that she will help to repair
the damage she has done
by revealing Birdsworth's condition
to the wider prison population.
But you gotta look
into Cherry's bashin'.
That is a police matter,
but I will do what I can.
But I've got Sonia's
lawyer working on my parole.
I don't want that fucked up,
all right?
Even a dumb-arse'd
know that!
Oh, I wasn't saying
you're a dumb-arse.
I... and... uh...
Oh, shit, shit, shit.
I was set up.
- That's what I'm saying, I was set up.
- OK...
right, so if you think you
can still manage the situation,
I will leave it to you
as to how Jenkins
can best repair the damage
she has done.
- That horse has bolted.
- Mmm, horses bolt, Proctor.
Was gonna happen
sooner or later.
Mr Stewart?
- What is it, Novak?
- I saw Channing here before.
What's that creep doing here?
Is it about Ferguson?
Well, what does he know?
We're dealing with it, OK?
If you need any dirt
on him, let me know.
I'll talk to Marie.
How are you feeling?
Pissed off. I mean, things
are fallin' to shit out there,
there's fuckin' rat poison
in my gear...
Christ, my parole
can't come soon enough.
Got the photos.
Shows the prick who did it.
Yeah, but you can't see
his face.
No, he's wearing a dark hoodie.
We'll match it to the
photos from the bar.
Did you do it?
- D'you break up with Allie?
- I can't.
I love her
and I trust her.
She wouldn't dob on me.
You don't know that.
- I think I can fix this.
- How?
There's still this.
We will find the
prick, Marie, I promise.
And when we do...
- I'll kill him.
- No.
That, I wanna do myself.
You ready?
On the count of three.
One...
I told you I'd handle it.
I'll sort Marie out.
Yeah, well, just sayin' you'll
sort Marie out means jack shit.
All right? I had to do
what I done!
What fucking right do you
have to betray that confidence,
to treat Liz like that?
People had to know
she's losing her marbles, right?
- She said I bashed Cherry!
- Only to me, nobody else,
and only because Marie
got it into her head.
Is that true? Like...
did you only tell Kaz?
I think so.
I'm... I-I mean, yeah,
and... and it's 'cause
I was confused.
I wouldn't dob on ya,
love.
Oh, fuck.
Oh...
I'm... I'm sorry.
And I'm... I'm...
I'm sorry you're sick
and I'm sorry
I told the whole prison.
- It's OK.
- Mmm...
It's all right.
No, it's probably
for the best anyway.
Hey...
I'm sorry
you lost your Monte Carlos.
No, it's all right,
I've got a secret stash anyway,
- so don't worry about it.
- Oh, you little bugger!
What are you gonna do
to Marie?
What I should've done
a long time ago.
You are the only one
keeping this vendetta alive.
You're fighting a battle
from ten years ago!
Oh, it's all one-sided, is it?
Marie is just fucked up
about her son!
She doesn't wanna get involved
in your bullshit power games.
Right, so trying to kill Liz,
what was that about?
What?
She tried to get Liz to
top herself with a hot shot.
I stopped Liz.
So you tell me, Allie...
what do you think
I should do about that?
Don't you think poisoning
Marie is punishment enough?
Just quietly, no.
You need to pick a side, bubba.
I'm not gonna
do that again.
- Hey.
- Hey.
Come in, I wanna show you something.
Oh, Marie.
Oh.
What's this?
That's a tattoo
on the bastard's head.
Did this help you
find out who it is?
No.
No. It's hopeless.
You need to stay away from Kaz.
She can't let this grudge go.
She won't let it go.
I think she's gonna
try and come for you.
Come on,
I'm not afraid of her.
Well, you should be.
She's already tried once.
That gear?
She poisoned me?
Listen, just promise me.
OK? You've only got a short
time left in here. Just...
stay away from Kaz.
- How's the pain?
- Oh, only hurts when I breathe.
It's gonna take a while to heal.
Well, lucky I have a
head full of scars, eh?
It won't look out of place,
then.
Still gonna need to be careful.
I'll leave you to it, then.
Hey, stranger,
where you been?
- What, you been missin' me?
- Yeah, actually, I have.
- Oi, Liz?
- Yeah?
- Got that 50 you owe me?
- What?
Oh, don't tell me
you don't remember.
- Oh... knock it off, all right?
- Juice said you promised
- to munch on her furburger.
- Shut your fucking mouth!
Or you'll what?
Or you'll what, Kaz?
Slip them some gear
laced with rat poison?
What the fuck?!
If I wasn't getting outta here...
I would slit
your fucking throat!
Bring it on.
Oh!
- Fuckin' hell!
- You've made your choice.
Still reckon
she wouldn't dog ya?
- You crossed Kaz.
- What?
Kaz is your best friend and
you picked Marie over her.
No... no, no, no, it-it...
- it wasn't a choice.
- What is it, then?
Kaz tried to kill Marie!
So, what,
you told Marie everything?
I tried to warn her,
I-I didn't want anybody to get hurt.
I didn't think that she
would call Kaz on it!
That's the thing, eh?
The people you love...
they surprise ya.
I can't trust ya.
Oh, what?!
That's it.
We're done.
- Ruby...
- We're done!
Oh, fu...
- Hey.
- Hey.
Nice surprise.
No.
Derek Channing.
Shit.
That's a blast from the past.
I need some information
to control him.
Heard you might be able
to help.
Maybe.
What's in it for me?
Please.
OK. But I'll need access
to a computer and a printer.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
Out you go.
Oh! Yes.
- Great. Thank you.
- Let's go.
Thank you, Miss Miles.
Will...
it's good that
you're here, too.
You'll be pleased to know
that when this all blows over,
I'll be keeping you on
as my deputy.
It's gonna blow over
a lot quicker than you think.
Hm.
So, Vera, will you be
calling the police or shall I?
No, I won't be calling
the police, Derek.
Uh, and neither will you.
Well,
what fucked up game is this?
It's just a...
it's a lot of technical paperwork
that I don't really understand...
detailing your co-ownership
of a number of illegal brothels.
Ooh, don't need to be a technical genius
to understand
what's going on there.
So Ferguson gave you this, did she?
Well, I can't possibly
reveal my sources, Derek.
That psycho bitch!
She's still fucking with me!
Miss Miles, would you escort
Mr Channing out, please?
Make sure
he returns his visitor's pass.
Oh, Jesus.
- So when are you coming back?
- Fuck off, Linda!
Should I ask
where you got all this?
No.
So what do we do now?
I think we have to pay
the ransom.
Flush them out.
Marie?
- Who's that guy behind you?
- I don't know. I can't remember.
Fuck.
- Rodney.
- Hello, Marie.
Mwah! Mm!
So, I trust you have
good news about my parole.
Uh... I'm afraid I...
I have less than
cheery news, Marie.
Chamberlain, the doctor you assaulted...
last week he was out walking
his dog, he dropped dead.
Autopsy report came back
a couple of days ago,
died of a brain bleed.
- What?
- A bleed just beneath
the spot where you
struck him in the head.
So, um...
The DPP wants to pursue
a manslaughter charge
against you, they're asking
for a minimum 10-year sentence.
Eh... we will fight it. OK,
it's not a fait accompli.
- We're going to move...
- What are my chances of being convicted?
There's a precedence for...
delayed homicide
- proximate to a cause...
- Just give it to me straight, Rodney.
You're fucked.
- Marie?
- You fuckin' hypocrite!
What are you doing?!
No!
You tried to poison me!
Cut that out!
- Here, Kaz! Kaz! Kaz!
- What?!
Thanks. Fuck!
Kaz, fuckin' roll her!
- Kaz...!
- Fuck her up!
Good luck now, big slut!
- You're fucked!
- Show her who's Top Dog!
- Kaz, don't do this!
- Get her!
Come on, Kaz!
Yeah, do it.
- You're dead.
- Am I?
- Push it, Kaz!
- Marie, stop!
- Come on! Come on!
- You know what the wins are, stab her!
- Ugh!
- Argh!
- Yes!
- Fuckin' rough!
Ha! Ja!
- Fuckin' you!
- Break it up!
- Grab 'em!
- Proctor!
- Move back, ladies! Get back!
- Proctor, get here!
- Argh! Come on!
- Argh!
- Give it here, Proctor!
- Drop it.
Let it go! Come on!
- Boomer, take care of Liz!
- OK!
- Argh, fuck!
- Back to your units, let's go!
What was the alarm?
Some shit-fight in the
laundry. Make this quick.
Move through, ladies.
Back to your unit.
Hey!
Where's Marie?
- She's in the slot.
- Why?
She attacked Kaz.
Hurry up. Move through.
Hey. Ruby,
can we talk, please?
♪ When you saw me leaving ♪
♪ Did you think
I had a place to go? ♪
♪ Since you've stopped
believing ♪
♪ I've had to put on
my own show ♪
I know what you did.
She wasn't complaining.
♪ I'll put on a performance ♪
♪ I'll put on a show ♪
♪ It is a performance ♪
♪ I do it all so ♪
♪ You won't see me hurting ♪
♪ When my heart it breaks ♪
♪ I'll put on a performance ♪
♪ I'll put on a brave face ♪
Proctor and Winter.
God, that's all we need.
Bea Smith's grave?
What the fuck?!
You still want to go through with that?
Do we have a choice?
Over there.
Oh!
- Ugh!
- Drop the gun! Drop it!
- Let go!
- Get him!
Get off!
- Drop it!
- Ugh!
You let me go!
I thought you said
it couldn't be him.
- I'm not the fuckin' blackmailer!
- So what are you doin' here?!
I was following Vera.
I'm here to get Ferguson.
- Shit...
- Fuck!
Oh, shit...!
Whoa!
- Ballan 4-8-9.
- Go ahead, 4-8-9.
We're at the
coordinates you gave us...
Go ahead.
Looks like
the tip-off was good.
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