Wentworth (2013–…): Season 7, Episode 8 - Protection - full transcript

Just got a call from the Medical Board.

Someone from the prison has
reported me for medical misconduct.

- Why?
- I failed to document Liz's psychotic episodes,

after she started taking the drug.

I might have to take Liz off Psuldrycin.

I want to place another
bet with your guy.

Oh, Linda, you're
already 20K in the hole.

Leak these to the press immediately.

I'm, uh, shocked and
deeply disappointed to learn

of Mr Channing's involvement
in this sordid business.

Did you do that?



- Ruby?
- Ruby!

The scans confirmed a burst aneurysm.

She'll need urgent surgery.

Now you'll know how it feels
when your own flesh and blood

- has to die alone.
- Ah!

Rita! No! Don't!

(PRISONERS CLAMOUR)

Ruby! Ruby!

Come with me.

- Oh, fuck!
- (MOANING)

- How're you feeling?
- I was looking for you.

Been here the whole
time, little Kangaruby.

♪ 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 ♪
- ♪ 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 don't know me ♪
- ♪ You're calling me in ♪

- ♪ When I don't know you. ♪
- ♪ You're catching me out ♪

The hospital said they'd send

Mitchell's discharge
papers through. Can...

Thanks.

Will, it's been weeks. How
long are you going to do this?

I admitted breaching
protocol. Why can't we move on?

Breaching protocol.

You took a fuckin'
murderer out of this prison.

Well, I thought you of all
people would understand.

If you were anyone else,
I would have fired you.

But you knew I wouldn't do that,
and you took advantage of that.

What do you want me to do, resign?

You promised me, Vera. That's the thing.

But to go behind my back like that?

The only people who know are
you, me and Connors. That's it.

But you still undermined me.

Hey, Rita?

- Hey, Ms Bennett. How's your little sugar ray?
- Hey.

Ahh, she is kicking up a storm.

Hey, I've got some more
news on Ruby. She's fine.

Her discharge papers just
came through from the hospital.

But the doctors found something unusual.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Have you ever known
Ruby to use Rohypnol?

No. Why?

The hospital found
traces of it in her blood.

- What?
- Marie.

She must have drugged Ruby.

Oh, fuck, she planned the whole thing.

Marie put herself into
Medical to get at Ruby.

I figured out what she was up to

so I got her slotted before
she could do anything.

Why didn't you tell me this before?

I thought I'd dealt with it.

I just wanted to say thanks.

What for?

The Rohypnol you gave Ruby

slowed down the bleeding in her brain.

You saved her life.

Well, I'm glad your sister's OK,

but I have no idea what
you're talking about.

You try anything when Ruby comes back,

you and Danny will be meeting
up sooner than you think.

Ladies.

How'd it go?

- Oh, fucking bureaucrats.
- Oh, what happened?

The Board's ordered me to stop

- Liz's medication immediately.
- Oh.

- What about the rest of the program?
- I'm lucky.

I haven't been shut down completely.

But the pills...

- the pills are working.
- I know.

Yeah. And... and... and did
you tell them that you've...

you've lowered the
dose and that I... I...

- there's been no more episodes?
- Of course I did, yeah, Liz.

Well, then, why the fuck
have they ordered you to stop?

- Because they're pencil pushers.
- Oh, bullshit.

Scared of losing their job.

The fight's not over, Liz.

OK? I'm going to look
into every alternative.

How soon will my symptoms return?

Uh, it's hard to say.

A couple of days, maybe a week.

It's so amazing how, um,

sweet life can be
when your mind's clear.

A normal, boring life.

And now I, um...

I have to... I have to
go back into the muck.

Do you know what that feels like?

I'm so, so sorry.

So am I.

Could you come back later?

I just want a new dressing for my arm.

All right, sit down.

Where's Nurse Shen?

Oh, she couldn't come
in. Her car got stolen.

- Tough break.
- Yeah.

Hey, you might wanna glove up.

Oh, yeah. Sorry.

Brain fart.

Agency keeping you busy?

Yep.

- Right, there you go.
- Yeah.

- All done.
- Thanks.

Jane?

Do it. Come on, do it.

Come on. Fuck!

Fuck! Fuck!

- You OK?
- Linda.

Nice fuckin' tip.

(GIGGLES)

It's not my fault that
she's a sore loser.

Hey. Have you seen Mum?

Ah, no, no, why? What's wrong?

- This.
- Oh!

Yeah. I bloody knew it. I
knew it! I'm gonna kill her.

Oh, love, you know how easy it is

- to fall off the wagon here...
- No!

You're not sticking up for her again.

I don't care if you two have some
special kinda alchy bond thing.

Whatever. Mum!

Oh, for fuck's sake!

- On the wagon, my arse. Wake up!
- Oh.

- What happened to finding Jesus, huh?
- Who?

Where'd you get it?

- None of ya business.
- No, no, you tell me.

Where did you get it? Was it
one of Kosta's bitches, huh?

- I'll fuckin' kill 'em!
- Nah, look, just take it easy on her, love.

I can't bloody smoke. I can't
bloody shag. What do you expect?

- Oi, what's goin' on?
- Oh.

Dumbo here was sticking her fat
beak where it doesn't belong.

What... get out here,
both of you. Pronto.

Get up!

- Come on. Get up!
- Oh!

Ooh.

Hubba-hubba. Anyone ever tell
you, you look like Paul Newman?

Gimme that ranch sauce, baby.

- Mum!
- All right, that's it.

You're taking a little
trip to the slot. Let's go.

Oh, stop that sweet talk, babe.

- You're making me wet.
- No, um, Mr Stewart, please. Please don't take her.

- Yeah, look, we can look after her.
- Yeah. Yeah.

- Hey, check her out.
- Please.

Fine. But she can't go to work
like this. She can sleep it off.

- Yeah, of course.
- Yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah.

- Thanks, Mr Stewart, you're a legend.
- Yeah, yeah.

- Oh, Birdsworth.
- Yeah.

- Oh! Thanks.
- Come on.

Why'd you screw that up for me?

Didn't screw nothin' up for ya.

Oh!

You drugged Ruby to
get at her in Medical.

You are a fucking snake.

What? What's going on?

Wow.

A lot of wild accusations
flying about today.

You killed Kaz, too. Didn't you?

Now, how could I have killed
Kaz? I was with you, remember?

Yeah. Yeah, that's right.

I lied.

- Oh, what!
- To stop you from being shivved.

Bitch. I fucking knew it!

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Now, that's bullshit.

You're just upset we broke up.

Yeah.

You're not gonna get away with it.

You know, forcefulness
doesn't suit you, Allie.

- Come on, Marie.
- She's a bitch.

Winter. Drug test.

Novak, get back to work.

What a bitch.

- Well...
- No way.

Respect, girl. That took guts.

What's the story?

I reckon there's something going down.

- What do you mean?
- I was in Medical before.

There's a fill-in
nurse. Dodgy as all shit.

- Dodgy how?
- Just gave me this weird vibe.

Marie got Rohypnol in from somewhere.

What if she's getting more
shit in to use on Ruby?

You think the nurse is supplying her?

I'm not taking any chances.

Ms Webb.

- I feel sick. Can I go to Medical?
- You look fine to me.

Get back to work.

- (COUGHS)
- Eugh!

- (RETCHES)
- ALL: Oh.

- Disgusting!
- Aw, gross!

- Told you I was sick.
- Kosta, come clean this up.

I'll need to take a
blood sample, as well.

- Since when?
- It's new regulations.

- Oh, that's a bit tight.
- It's all right, it'll be over quickly.

You just pump your fist for me.

Wait here.

There we go.

Hey!

What the fuck are you doing? Get... ahh!

Ahh!

Get off me!

Shit! Connors, get off her
now! What the hell's going on?

These bitches attacked me.

- They were trying to get the drugs.
- That's bullshit!

- She attacked me, right?
- Slot them!

Fuck you!

(DOOR OPENS)

What the hell happened?

The bloody nurse attacked me.

- Why?
- I have no idea.

Yeah, the cops are here.
They want to speak to you.

Oh, shit.

PA: Attention all staff. Visiting
hours to commence in 15 minutes.

Hey, Mr Stewart?

Hang on a s... sec.

Um, I, uh...

I need to see Dr Miller right away.

You've already seen
him today, haven't you?

- I think he's full up for the rest of the day.
- Yeah. No, please, it's urgent.

- What's the matter?
- Ah,

my son wants to come
and see me, tomorrow.

- Oh, that's great, Liz.
- Yeah. Yeah, except,

Dr Miller's taken me off my medication.

- Why?
- Well, 'cos some arsehole

dobbed him in to the
Medical Board, right?

Well, what if the medication
was making you worse?

No.

No, it was making me
better. I know it was.

This'll be the first time I've seen
Artie since I've come to prison.

If I'm a mess in front of him, it's
just... it's gonna ruin everything.

PA: Attention compound.
Attention compound.

D Block are now called for lunch.

Look, I want to help
you, Liz, I really do.

But the Board is breathing down my neck.

My son is coming in
to visit me tomorrow.

Now, I wrote to Artie
because my mind was clear,

and that is thanks to
your pills, Dr Miller.

Now, this is my last
chance to give my son

some sort of explanation and you
can't take that away from me now.

And it's not even just about me.

We are talking about a possible cure

- for friggin' dementia!
- Yes, I know.

Well, do you?

Do you really, really,

wanna give that up?

The only people that can know about this

- are you and me.
- Yep.

And you have to come
here to get the pills, OK?

Thank you so much.

- (KNOCKING)
- Come in.

Connors has backed up Winter's
story. What'd the nurse say?

Nothing. She's done a runner.

What?

Well, the cops reviewed the CCTV.

They've identified her as a criminal
with convictions for assault.

They also found what could be a
hotshot under the bed in Medical.

Seems pretty clear she
was there to kill Winter.

So do you still think Marie
Winter's just a grieving mother?

OK, you need to be straight with me.

I told you what happened.
The nurse attacked me.

Why was she trying to kill you, Marie?

- They're trying to get rid of me?
- Who?

- My competitors, on the outside.
- Yeah, but why?

- They know you were sentenced to...
- I don't know.

- You need to go into Protection.
- No. Please.

Come on, what good am I to you
and the women in Protection?

Besides, I feel safer
with my girls around.

- Please.
- (SIGHS)

Please.

Hmm?

Fine.

I'll take Connors back
to her unit, thanks.

I've just been speaking to the hospital.

- Ruby is being discharged tomorrow.
- Thanks.

It seems that nurse was part
of a planned attack on Winter.

Something's going on.

I'd keep a close eye
on Marie if I was you.

I reckon there's something going
on between her and Mr Jackson, too.

- How do you mean?
- He kept coming to see her in the slot.

Plus, Allie says he's been taking
her out of her unit a fair bit.

Yeah, that's not unusual.
She is the Top Dog.

In the middle of the night?

Your plan failed,
arsehole. I'm still here.

Now you listen to me
and you listen carefully.

If you don't get me out of
here in the next 48 hours,

the whole country's going to find out

how you like to spend your holidays.

Sick fuck.

Fuck you, Marie!

She's a shit fuckin' Top Dog, anyway.

- You're out, ya fuckin' cunt!
- You're fuckin' dead, Marie.

- She'll get hers.
- You're fucked now!

- Fuckin' trusted her.
- Yeah, she's shit.

No, she's just all
about her fuckin' self.

Scrag!

It's OK.

- You owe me.
- Yeah, I do.

But you're not getting my dirt file.

I don't give a shit
about that. It's Ruby.

Promise me you'll leave her alone.

OK, you got a deal.

- But if I catch wind of any...
- Yeah, yeah, yeah,

we all know what you're capable
of, Rita, don't you worry.

Why the fuck did you
save that bitch's life?

PA: Attention all staff. Available
officers to Admissions for escort.

Bruiser!

- Hey, Boomer!
- Hey! Hi!

Oh! Oh, easy there, girl, you
might burst something else!

I don't care.

OK, let... let her go now, love.

- Boomer.
- Come on, Booms.

- Shit!
- Aw. Hey, how're you feeling?

- Oh, like I've been KO'd.
- Yeah, yeah.

Well, if there's anything you need,
you just let us know, all right?

OK, thanks, Liz.

Yeah, you're gonna be back on that
bag in no time, eh? Just like Rocky.

What, did he have a brain aneurysm, too?

Maybe. Like, he couldn't
talk too good, could he?

Oh, that's true. He was
sorta like that, wasn't he?

- Yeah, he was like that.
- Hey.

Welcome back.

Thanks.

Yeah, I'm feeling pretty tired.

- I think I'm going to go and have a rest.
- Yeah, of course, love.

- No worries.
- Yeah. Yeah.

Nighty-night.

PA: Attention compound.
Attention compound.

Visiting hours commence in ten minutes.

Oh, shit.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Oh!
- Ooh!

Ooh, sorry!

- It's all right.
- Show me.

Hey, you know the drugs
that they got me on?

- Yeah?
- They reckon it's gonna give me

even more hair.

You'd look good with a beard.

Err, shut up.

- Oh.
- You all right?

Yeah, just... I just need
to sit down for a minute.

You sure?

Yes, I'm all right.

Wait, which way, Allie?

What's she doing back in H1?

She broke up with Marie.

Allie saved your life, Roo.

- (BEEP)
- (DOOR OPENS)

Just giving your son the VIP treatment.

- Oh, thanks, Mr Stewart.
- I'll leave you to it.

Take... take a seat.

Are there murderers in here?

Not at the moment.

Here's my little man! How are
ya? Look at you, growing up...

Do you want a soft drink or anything?

God!

You're so grown up.

Why did you want to see me now?

After all this time?

Oh, well,

I, uh, wanted to wait
till you were old enough,

'cos prison's no place for a kid.

I wanted to protect you.

And I wanted to tell you I'm sorry

for stuffing things up.

But I'm... I'm a different person now.

I haven't had a drink in years. I was...

I was very selfish. So selfish.

I didn't know what it
meant to be a mum, Artie.

I did... I didn't know, and I'm...

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Just sign here, please.

Hey, mate.

Look, your mum's really been
looking forward to seeing you.

Looks like her nerves
just got the better of her,

- yeah?
- Yeah.

Look, I know it's hard,

- but if you stick it out, you won't regret it.
- How do you know?

Well, because your mum's
just a really good person.

Anyway, these things always take time.

Why do you care?

I just reckon if you give up now,

you might miss out on
something really great.

And a lot of the time,

you don't get a second chance.

Just sign here, please.

Hey.

Hey.

Rita told me what you did.

It was a no-brainer.

I'd never let Marie hurt you.

Do you wanna come and sit down?

Sure.

Hey, um,

I'm so sorry for treating you like shit.

I only broke it off because of Danny.

I was scared you'd find
out and you'd tell Marie.

I never stopped thinking about you.

What you said,

it really made me think about

how I need to be with someone.

Yeah, but being a bitch to you was
the only way I could deal with it.

Yeah, but you were right.

I do hate being alone.

It's why I jump from one
relationship to the next.

I want to be with you.

But I don't want it to be
because I'm scared of being alone.

Gotta sort that shit out.

Well, I need someone to help me shower,

so if you want the job, it's yours.

Um... I think I can handle that.

Me head hurts.

What do you expect? You
necked the whole bottle.

(BURPS)

- Hey.
- Hey, how'd you go?

Oh, shit. I stuffed it up.

Oh, why? What'd he say?

Not much. I didn't give him a chance.

Oh, it's probably not
as bad as you think.

What would you know?

Um, he's gonna come back, though, yeah?

I don't think so, Booms.

He could probably smell your
desperation. It's that bloody obvious.

Look, why don't you shut up?

The only thing that smells
around here is your breath.

You nasty bitch!

What the hell was that? Hey!

- What are you do... doing...
- You bloody cow!

Stop it! Don't... don't do this!

- May!
- Stop it! Don't! I didn't mean it!

What the fuck are you doing? Stop it!

Fuckin' get off the girl!

Fuck!

Who the fuck do you think
you are, you demented bitch?

- On ya, Lizzie!
- You're a fuckin' bully.

You hurt her again, I'll hurt you!

- Do you understand?
- You tell her!

- On ya, Lizzie!
- Lay the boot in.

- On ya, Liz!
- (APPLAUSE / CHEERS)

You come here. Come
on. You come with me.

Come with me. You come with me.

It's all right.

Any mother would be lucky to have you.

- I wish you were my mum.
- Oh, sweetheart.

Oh, sweetheart.

- I do.
- Mmm. I can be your mum.

PA: Attention compound.
Attention compound.

Count will commence in ten minutes.

Looks like your star's falling, Top Dog.

I'm gonna get me ringside
seats to the lynching.

Winter.

You're due in court tomorrow.

Your hearing's been pushed forward.

Be ready to leave at 10:00.

Suze!

How's about you make
your ma a nice cuppa?

Suze?

Make it yourself.

- Morning, ladies.
- Hey.

Morning, Mr Stewart. What's up?

Artie'll be back in for
another visit today, Liz.

- Oh!
- Oh, wow!

- Well, that's great. Thank... thank you.
- No worries.

- Ah! I knew he'd be back!
- Hey?

Yeah, he's back!

- Yeah.
- Oh, God.

I better think of something to talk
about this time, other than myself.

What do teenage boys talk about?

- Oh, I don't know.
- Hey?

- Ah, playing sport?
- Yeah.

- Finger-banging chicks.
- Oh, yeah.

Um...

- Oh, right. Yeah.
- Don't stress.

Right, just be yourself.

- You're a great mum.
- Oh.

When I saw you putting
that blanket over your mum,

it reminded me of myself.

Pissed as a fart.

And Artie would do that for me.

Care for me.

Even though he was only a little fella.

Did you belt him with your shoe?

No.

Did ya hang shit on him
in front of other people,

like, just for a laugh?

No? Well, then I don't
reckon you gotta worry.

'Cos you can do all that to a
kid and they'll still love ya.

- Artie's back 'cos he loves you.
- Oh, lovey.

No, I don't want to
hear any of that bullshit

- about you not deserving it, all right?
- No.

No, 'cos you do.

Good luck, ya bitch.

You better get out
of here while you can.

You're not gonna look
so pretty now, bitch!

- Don't come back!
- Shut up, you lot, or I'll slot you.

- Get out!
- Be waiting for you.

Hey! Oh, how are you?

Oh, look at you! You look so good!

Hey.

I... I wasn't sure you were coming back.

I didn't make it easy on you yesterday.

Shit happens.

Yeah, shit happens.

You don't owe me anything, Artie.

If you don't want to see me,
it'd be hard, but I'll understand.

Dad was pissed off when he
found out I'd been to see you.

- Right.
- Told him it was my choice.

Yeah, of course.

I was thinking about what
you asked me yesterday, like,

why I contacted you now.

And it's true, I... I don't think

prison's the best place for kids, but...

there's another reason.

For a long time,

I felt like I didn't deserve to see

you and Soph, to be your mum,

after everything I put you both through.

Sorry.

I have a lot of good memories.

Me, too.

Yeah, me too. Yeah.

And I know we're sitting
here like two strangers

and it feels really
bloody awkward, doesn't it?

But I, uh...

I'd love to learn a bit about you.

So,

do you play sport?

- Not really.
- Not really.

Have you got anyone
special in your life?

Have ya?

You have!

So, I've just been told

that the police are dropping
the shoplifting charges.

- Oh.
- They're satisfied that you weren't aware

- of what was going on.
- Yeah.

So you're still on track for parole.

Which is great news, isn't it?

Yeah.

I guess.

What's the matter, Boomer?

I've been wanting to get
out of here for so long.

But, uh,

everyone who gives a
shit about me is in here.

Except for Mum.

I need you to get out for a bit.

- Why, what are you doing?
- It won't take long.

If you keep quiet,
that 20K debt of yours,

gone, by the end of the day.

There's another officer
waiting down the road.

We can take care of that.

What about me?

You know I'll take care of you, Sean.

You won't be returning to Wentworth.

Now close the door,
keep a watch outside.

Hello, Marie.

Come on. Out.

I'm sorry it's come to this, but

you've really boxed me into a corner.

Unlike you to do your
own dirty work, Michael.

Yes, well, if you want
a job done properly,

you best do it yourself.

Painful, but true.

I've sent my lawyer a
number of photos of you,

and if I'm harmed in any way,

he'll send those photos to
all the major news outlets.

I guess you know how they
treat paedophiles in prison.

Oh, your lawyer. Rodney.

- He won't be much use to you, I'm afraid.
- _

He's not the only person
with a copy of those photos.

(CLICK)

You're bluffing.

Try me.

What took you so long?

You wanna keep your kneecaps,
then here's my best tip yet:

Keep your fuckin' mouth shut.

Keep your shit together.

- I'll take her back to her unit.
- No problem.

Hey, I heard your hearing
was postponed. I'm sorry.

Yeah, preparing for these
things brings everything up.

OK?

Is Sean giving you a hard time?

I'm fine.

I know what he's like.

If you ever want to
talk about it, I'm here.

Thanks, Jake.

Suit yourself.

What's going on?

He's trying to pull some strings.

I'll have an update for you soon.

- Better be a good fuckin' update.
- Relax.

He'll do what needs to be done.

His career's the most important
thing to him, believe me.

- What about Ms Miles?
- You don't have to worry about her.

He must be paying you a lot of money.

- What?
- For your help.

- He's not paying me.
- Then why are you helping him?

Because he's been good to me.

He's been like a father.

Is that what they call it?

No, so that's Maddy.

Yeah, they've been going
out for almost a year.

- Oh, that's a long time when you're 17.
- I know.

- Yeah, it's a long time, full stop.
- Yeah.

Cute, Liz.

Aw, so sweet.

- Yeah, they are sweet, yeah.
- Oh.

- I'd jump his bone.
- Oh!

What? No, he's hot.

You should be proud.

I am ordering you to stay
away from my son. All right?

Oh, no!

- Stop it. Stop.
- Boomer, that's not even legal.

Come on, we don't want
to see you back in here.

Oh, when have I cared about legal?

- Hey, do you wanna...
- This is all your fault.

You turned her against me.

No.

You did that yourself.

Oh, look, love, it'd be
pretty rich of me to stand here

and tell you how to
be the perfect mother.

Yeah, bloody oath, mate.

What I can say is you've got
a pretty unique opportunity

having your daughter in here with you.

Don't waste it.

OK, girls, give me
back me photo. Come on.

PA: Attention compound. Work details
are to commence in five minutes.

All prisoners are to report
to their work stations.

Winter.

I'll catch you there.

I've got that update for you.

Michael wasn't able to
pull the strings he hoped.

So we're busting you
out of here instead.

We're on for tomorrow.

We're busting you out of here.

All right, let's do this.

We're out of here.

Who's he? Show me your IDs.

(GUNSHOT)