All language subtitles for Wentworth - 01x03 - The Girl Who Waited.W4F.English.C.updated.Addic7ed.com

That's perfect! Yeah? Perfect!

It's well-seasoned, it's crispy.

You're setting a high benchmark
for the rest of the competition.

Francesca...

You think you've nailed it this time? Yeah?

What do you call that, Francesca?

Tupura vegetables.

Tupura vegetables? That's a new
one. I haven't heard that one before.

- Try, try this one.
- It's okay. I've had better.

Maybe you should stop this
smartass attitude of yours

and just start trying to be smart,

because you keep serving
up this sort of slop,

I'm gonna have to keep
spitting it in the bin.

Francesca, I don't know if you
have the intelligence to keep going.

At this stage of the competition,
I expect it to be better.

Maybe you should stick to
something that's not beyond you,

like, um, eggs.

Eggs...

You can say eggs, Francesca. Eggs!

Can we cut it? Can we cut it there?

Hey, Francesca, keep up this dumb act and
we will make some beautiful television.

Hey, Mikey...

Psycho bitch!

Mikey! Mikey!

Stay on the ground. Don't move!

Oh! This thing's crap!

No. It's the operator,
Dor, not the machine.

Who's footing your knickers?

This whole place is giving me the shits.

Hey.

Here.

Come on. I'll fix it. You fold.

No, no, no. You can't just swap jobs.

- It's okay, I'll be quick. It's all right.
- No, no, no, Bea...

- No, you can't just swap jobs.
- Come on.

Go on, just go. Quick.

I know what I'm doing. I've
worked on these machines before.

You seem like the kind of mother
that'd make clothes for your daughter.

Yeah.

How is Mini Bea?

She still hasn't visited, has she?

Yeah. She's coming in tomorrow.

Finally. How nice for you.

Calls for a celebration.

I need the bathroom, say,
for the next five minutes,

the steam press is all
yours. Special treat.

Thanks, but I've never used one before.

Now's your chance.

No, it's okay, seriously.

Bea, I decide where everyone's stationed.

If someone else has an opinion,
the whole system falls apart.

We don't want that, do we?

Systems are important here.
They keep everyone in line.

Now, come on, have a go. It's an honor.

You'll be able to tell Debbie all about it.

Just lay out the sheet,
smooth it out, and...

Waiting.

Listen, I don't mean to upset anything.

You know what you're doing. I don't.

Get over here.

Woof!

God! Is it always up to me
to lighten things up in here?

Got first dibs on towels.

Leave the crusty sheets
to the expert, Jacqueline.

I was just showing Bea
how to use the press.

Oh, you don't want to do that, Red.

All that steam will stuff your hair.

Look how Jacs' turned out.

Hey, if you want someone
to take over, I'm ready.

Ronnie, take over.

- I'll be back.
- Have a good run, Jacs.

Thanks for that.

You just got in the game, Red.

Franky, the Governor wants to see you.

Booms, don't let the colors bleed.

Miss Miles.

- Ooh...
- Franky Doyle, Governor.

You made yourself comfortable.

Have a seat, Franky.

Foxy.

What, no coffee?

Ah, a double espresso, milk on the side.

- Thanks, Miss Miles.
- Thank you, Miss Miles.

There's that smile.

So... The subject of your father
has always been off limits,

which I respect, but

you have received another
letter from Alan Doyle.

We've noticed you haven't
replied to the others.

- Why would I?
- That's my question.

Do you think it's an impostor
or a potential threat?

I can hand this over to the
police and they can warn them off.

Would you like to look at the letter first?

No.

- How did you get that?
- What?

On your chest. How did you get that?

- What, that?
- Yes.

It's Kim. She bites.

Did that happen during the riot?

Or did Jacs do that to you?

I don't want things to escalate
the way they did with Mrs. Jackson.

If there's any chance of any
reprisals, I need to know.

- This is the only way I can protect you.
- You know what?

Next time you want to hang out,
don't forget the coffee, eh?

Can I go?

Who the fuck has been
going through my stuff?

Go, Franky!

In the hole, Franky. You should
know where the hole is, love.

Think you could do better, Nana?

I know my strengths, Francesca.

Aren't they failing by now?

The last time I wielded
something in my hands,

I was very happy with the results.

But, if you need some competition...

Girls.

What's going on?

- Back off.
- Give me the ball. Come on.

Playing with yourself?

You heard of any more tension
between Jacs and Franky?

There's always going to be tension.

So how do we resolve it
so it doesn't happen again?

Well, there's three ways it can end.

Someone gets released,

backs down or ends up dead.

Woo! Go, Franky!

Hey, heads up!

You all right?

You might want to work on
your reflexes, Miss Davidson.

It comes in handy when you're the Governor.

Ooh...

Ew, bloody hell, Ronnie! No one's
going to pay to see your gash here.

Miss Davidson?

Um, I want to know if Toni is
okay. No one's telling me anything.

Yeah. She's being looked after.

You've seen her, have you?

I just want to know if she's all right.

The wet cells aren't
built for comfort, Doreen.

Oh, Miss Davidson, I'm sorry.

The women come out worse than they went in.

You cannot possibly believe

that letting someone suffer like
that is the best thing for them.

Officer!

Officer! I need an officer!

Officer! Fletch!

What's happening?

She's trying to kill herself.
You need to open the door.

Oh, for Christ's sake!

Hurry up and open the door. She's choking.

She won't choke. She's fine.

She won't choke. I've seen it before.

You can't kill yourself
with a cheese roll, Toni.

Get it out.

Ugh!

She tried to choke herself.

In those conditions, is it any wonder?

Well,

the whole purpose of the wet
cells is to isolate the women

and to prevent self-harm.

Yeah, what about their basic human rights?

They don't have a proper bed, they
can't shower or brush their teeth.

We do try and keep them in there
for as short a time as possible.

No. Toni has been in
there for nearly two weeks.

She's in a depressed state,
she hasn't even seen a psych.

Yeah, well, that's not actually
something we can control.

You know there's not
enough psychs to go around,

and when they do come, the
women don't wanna talk to them.

That stinks. I can't wear that.

No, there has to be a
better way to manage this.

Yeah, there probably is, but, you know,
we'd need more officers to cover it.

You take someone off one
area, you've got to cover that.

You're looking at extra shifts.

Well, they're not the ones
choking on bread rolls.

They're just gonna have to
put up with the extra duties.

Okay.

You know, Erica, when you first took over,

you didn't have a lot of
support from the officers.

So, if you start making all these changes

when they're stretched enough as it is,

you're just gonna lose
their support altogether.

What would you do?

I wouldn't push the
officers so hard just yet.

Settle in first, don't give
them a reason to give you grief.

If the press get wind of
conditions in those cells,

it's a public relations nightmare.

Okay, but you also have to know the
officers around here have your back.

It's not the media you have to worry about.

If you keep serving up this sort of slop,

I'm gonna have to keep
spitting it in the bin.

You know, I could forgive you
for getting the name wrong.

Okay? If this was any good.

Hey, Mikey...

What have you done? Call an ambulance!

Mikey! Mikey!

Call an ambulance!

Shit.

Ah, sorry. I didn't mean to scare you.

What do you... What do you want?

I'm Franky Doyle's dad. Alan.

Finally, the police have traced
the person mailing the drugs,

and surprise, surprise, it's Lexy Paterson.

So we'll be seeing her again very soon.

I don't know. Is there anything
else you'd like to discuss?

Just a reminder about the lawn
bowls tournament next Friday.

Players, watchers,
drinkers, everyone's welcome.

Show of hands so I can
make sure the bar's stocked.

About what I expected.

Sorry. I've got plans with Adam.

With who?

All right. Okay, then, um...

I guess we're done.

Okay.

Actually, there is...

There is something else
I'd like to discuss.

Look, I know there's a system
in place for the wet cells,

but I've been thinking it's
time to review it and update it.

Let's introduce a process that makes
life easier for you in the long run,

and improves conditions for the women.

What kind of changes?

Well, for starters, let's get the
women to a bathroom once a day,

so they can shower and brush their teeth.

- We don't have the time.
- Who's gonna do that?

Obviously, there'll be
changes to the roster.

I'm not working extra.

We're under the pump as it is, Erica.

Vera, I need you to get the women

to have a psych evaluation
within 24 hours of admission.

- You've got to be kidding!
- Good luck making that phone call.

And that the peer worker visits them daily,

this will give the women someone
to talk to and confide in.

So now Liz has the run of the prison?

Under supervision.

What about us? Our safety?

If we're gonna be spread thin, then
it's gonna put us all at risk. Yeah?

Since when is the prisoners'
welfare more important than ours?

This will lessen your
workload in the long run.

I mean, we have to break this cycle or else

these women will just keep
leaving worse than they went in.

These changes come into place this week.

Okay, the meeting's over.

Bloody insane.

Vera,

can you have Franky Doyle report
to my office as soon as you can?

Yes, Governor.

First time?

Yeah.

Who is it?

- Sister?
- No, mum.

Ah.

- So, what's your name?
- Debbie.

I'm Brayden. Brayden Holt.

It'll be all right.

My mum's here, too.

Lippy's not gonna make
her look like a hooker.

- Yes, it will!
- No, it won't. Why?

Will you two shut up? You're
more nervous than what I am.

That's nice.

Thanks for coming, Franky.

I'm disappointed.

- Why?
- There's no coffee.

If you wanted to pump me
for info about the old bag,

you could at least pretend you care.

That's not what yesterday was
about. I'm disappointed you think so.

Well, it's hard to know
what you're thinking.

You've changed.

- A new job will do that.
- I wish you had your old one.

Alan Doyle approached me yesterday.

He had photos, a copy of
your birth certificate,

so it's not a reporter or
a fan. It is your father.

Of course, I told him
there's nothing I can do.

If you don't want contact
with him, it's up to you.

Well, it's been a long time.

You had a rough childhood. You've
got a lot to be angry about.

So do most people.

Yeah, but most people don't take it
out with a saucepan of boiling oil.

Franky, you were angry long before
some arrogant celebrity came along.

Come in.

It might not be quite what you ordered.

Reception called.

Your dad's been waiting outside
the prison gates all morning.

I don't know what he wants.

I don't know your dad, I don't
know what sort of man he is.

He's a type of guy who
walks out on his kid.

Well, maybe he's changed.

He seemed... He seemed genuine.

But this is your choice, Franky.

If you want to see him, I'll let him
in. If you don't, then I send him away.

Now what?

Uh, you need to put your
belongings in a locker over there,

and we'll call you when we're ready.

Okay.

Okay, go down the hall and to the left.

- Yeah. Yeah, down there.
- Thanks.

All done?

Um... I'm not sure.

Just sign there.

All right, eyes to me, please.

You, young lady at the desk, you mate,

sir, this way, please.

Follow me.

What's happening?

Sniffer dogs. Random testing.
It's nothing to worry about.

Oh. I love dogs.

Chop-chop. Let's go.

Good luck with your mum.

I'll get Miss Miles for the search. Okay?

You okay?

Who are you seeing today?

You'd better be in bed, Francesca!

You hear me?

Hey, look, I, uh...

I never got a chance to...

I just want to say thanks for
what you did for me yesterday.

Talk to me again and I'll break your jaw.

Okay, if you could all stand
on the black line, please?

Okay.

Okay, if everybody else
could leave now? Thank you.

Thank you. Okay. No, no. Not you.

The dog has detected an illegal substance.

We're gonna have to do a strip search
if you want to continue your visit.

What?

We have to do a strip search.
Do we have your consent?

But I haven't got anything.

- We still need to do a search.
- I just want to see my mum.

Do we have your consent?

No. I mean... I don't, I don't know.

I told you, I haven't got anything.

Okay, Debbie, if you
don't give us your consent,

we're gonna have to ask you to leave.

The incident will be recorded,

and it will be considered
when requesting future visits.

It's highly unlikely you'd be
able to visit your mother again.

It's up to you, Debbie.

I promise we'll be as quick as we can.

You're awake. Get up.

Why do you think he left?

He doesn't want you.

Thanks for seeing me.

Why have they got us
in here? Why can't we...

Be out there and talk like normal people?

'Cause they think I might kill you.

You're not a killer.

The only reason I'm here,

is so I can look you in the eye and
tell you to stay the fuck away from me.

That's not gonna happen.

Did you read my letters?

Can't blame you for that. It's
only words on a bit of paper,

and there's things have
to be said face to face.

What's going on? Why
aren't I going through?

Uh, there's a problem.

- She's not coming.
- It's not that.

Why don't we start with your jumper?

I wasn't ready to be a dad.

Me and your mum, we were just not good.

That's no excuse, I know.
It's no excuse, but I...

I walked 'cause I couldn't be there.

- Is that what you want to hear?
- No shit.

But that's the way it was.

I'm not going to come here
and try and justify it.

Oh. Well, as long as you feel better.

We good now?

She's just a child, she's...

She's 16.

They've got no right to lay a hand on her.

She consented to a strip search after
the dogs detected an illegal substance.

Oh, I don't care what she said.

They're not gonna lay
a hand on my daughter.

- Bea, calm down.
- She's just 16, for Christ's sake!

- I'm not gonna let them touch her!
- Bea!

If you want to see Debbie, you'd better
calm down before you draw a crowd.

You can't let them do this to her.

Okay.

Last night, my friend had a joint,

and I was wearing these jeans.

Maybe that's what the dog can smell.

I swear I haven't got anything.

But we still have to conduct the search.

You can't tell her.

We'll have to inform the guardian.

Mr Jackson, please...

Her father, he doesn't
know that she's here.

Please...

Please don't call him.

When I saw you on that TV
show, you were so angry.

I knew that was because of me.

You never mentioned your
mum in the interviews.

You didn't go there, but I knew.

- You knew, did you?
- I could guess.

Oh, well, what could you guess?

Your mother was difficult
to be around sometimes.

Was that when she was drunk
or when she was off her face?

I don't know. I couldn't handle it.

But you thought a 10-year-old kid could?

Well, I...

You were her kid. I thought you'd be okay.

You've got no fucking idea!

She used to burn me with cigarettes

where no one could see.

Eh? I can still remember what
it felt like, how it smelt.

Said it was my fault you left. Hmm?

My fault.

I called the TV show.

I told the producers who I
was, said I wanted to see you.

They wanted to put it all
on camera. I couldn't do it.

You did what you did.

Maybe I could have stopped you.

Yeah.

Maybe it would have been
you with third-degree burns.

I love you.

Don't you fucking dare say that.

Don't you fucking dare!

I don't even recognize you, and
that's what pisses me off the most.

You don't look like him.
You don't sound like him.

If my dad walked in here, this
glass wouldn't have stopped me.

I would have smashed the fucking glass and

then I would have smashed his fucking face.

[But he didn't walk in. He sent you.]

Some prick who wants to talk about
feelings and issues and bullshit!

- Franky, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
- You know what?

I waited years for him to come back.

I stood at that bedroom window every night,

and every night, he let me down.

Even when social services
took me away from that bitch

and put me somewhere new, I kept waiting.

I imagined him running in
the front door, picking me up

and squeezing my hand like he
used to, and taking me with him...

- I'm sorry...
- I haven't finished!

But he didn't walk in, did he?

So I started thinking of
the day I'd get back at him,

hurt him, yeah?

I started thinking about that day.

And then you fucking walk in!

And you're not even him anymore.

You even took that away from me.

Eh?

Debbie...

- Can we...
- Yeah, yeah. Come here.

- Mum, I didn't...
- You look, you look good.

I didn't know if I could
bring anything or...

Oh, yeah, yeah, you can.

They just have to process
it and we get it later.

Do you want anything?

I've got everything I need.

Um, so, how's everything at home?

It's fine.

It's okay.

You know, school, school...
You get to re-sit your exams?

Yeah, yeah. Next week.

Oh, look at you.

The officers told me about your search.

It, it was... They made a mistake.

I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry that you have to go
through that 'cause I'm in here.

I just wanted to see you, Mum. I miss you.

Oh, darling, I miss you, too, so much.

Oh, my baby. It's okay.

Hey, Deb, you know that
they have to tell your dad?

- No way!
- Yeah. It's procedure.

But they didn't find anything!
Can't you do anything?

I know. I'll try to call him
first so I can tell him myself.

- Mum, he's gonna go ballistic!
- Shh, I'll handle it.

I promise.

Hey, Ronnie, I need to use the phone.

Well, you should have got here earlier.

Please? Look, I'll make it up to you.

Hang on, Manda. How?

I don't know. I'll do anything you
want. Just, please, it's urgent.

Just give her your spot, Ronnie.

- Look, I'll call you back, Manda.
- Thanks.

Just get her some choppies and
that. She'll be all right. Love you.

You feeling better?

Yeah. Thanks.

It must be nice to feel human again.

Maybe I can arrange a visit
with Kaiya. Would you like that?

- Yeah.
- I'll see what I can do.

Thank you.

You know, before we can go down that road,

I need to be confident you
won't fall back into old habits.

Now, I need you to tell me
who supplied you the drugs.

Look, Toni, if you don't give me a
name, I can't get you out of here.

So, who supplied you the drugs?

It was the teacher.

Mr. Phelps.

Does anybody else know about this?

No.

You know, falsely accusing a member
of staff is a very serious matter.

It was him.

You're lying, Toni.

And if you repeat that story to
anyone, you will not get out of here,

and you will not see your daughter
again. Do I make myself clear?

Yep.

So, who supplied you the drugs?

No one, miss. I found them.

Right, well, that sounds more likely.

How'd you go? Your emergency.

Yeah, sorted. Thanks.

You seem to be settling in
all right, making friends.

Okay, I've got to go.

23 Cromwell Avenue.

That's where she lives,
doesn't she? Young Debbie.

I knew this girl once.

Mowed down on the pedestrian
crossing right outside the school.

Hit and run. Terrible accident.

Now, that'd be a tragedy.

What do you want?

You're gonna help me teach
Francesca some manners.

Two sugars.

I said you can stay.

Shit day, huh?

- So, I got to call him before...
- Yeah, right!

Right. That's good.

So, will Debbie be allowed to visit again?

Maybe. When Harry calms down.

It must have been nice to see her.

You'll see Kaiya again.

She's not gonna forget you.

Straight!

Booms, you fluff, I'll fold.

I fluffed yesterday.

Well, you're the best fluffer I know.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Boomer, you were rostered
on in the kitchen.

What, you running the joint
now, are you, Jacqueline?

Hold that thought, Francesca.

You checked the roster, Sue?

No. I just follow Franky.

- Come on. Let's go.
- Oh...

Hey, peanut butter.

That's it. That's it. That's nice, Dor.

- Watch it. Watch your finger.
- I am.

- Get the fuck off me!
- Hey! Ronnie!

We haven't got much time, so stop
struggling and let's get this over with.

You're fucking twisted, Jacqueline!

Now, Francesca, I do run
this prison, and nobody,

especially you, challenges
me and gets away with it.

All right, Bea.

Do the honors.

Don't...

Don't make me repeat myself.
I hate repeating myself.

If you'd minded your own business,
Bea wouldn't have to do this.

Can we try and sort this out?

It's just a freakin'
misunderstanding, isn't it, Franky?

Best just sit this one out, Liz.

Do it.

Don't do it, Red.

Call me selfish.

Go and get Jackson. Quick.

How long have we got to
play this game, Francesca?

Till you realize you're never gonna win?

You'd better be in bed, Francesca!

You hear me?

Who did this to you?

Come on, Franky. You
have to let me help you.

I want my dad.

I didn't think you were gonna do it, Bea.

There you are.

Now, Boomer, stop.

- I'll fucking kill her!
- No, no, no.

- It's not gonna help anyone.
- It'll make me feel better.

This is Franky's problem.

Which makes it mine!

No! No! Let her deal with it.

That's what she'd want.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

It's all right.

Now.

Thanks.

- You shouldn't have done it.
- What was I supposed to do?

Sit tight and hope that Jacs was bluffing?

I got told it was an
accident. Is that true?

Can I get anything for you? Can I, um...

Can I do anything?

I'm so glad you asked them to call me.

You've got to get through this, Franky,

and to hold on.

I'll help you.

You're not on your own anymore.

You can go now.

I don't want to see you again.

And I want you to stop writing.

No, Franky, no.

Miss Miles, can you please take him away?

Sorry, sir. You have to go.

Franky, when you're ready,
I'll be here for you.

You're my kid.

I haven't been your kid in 15 years!

It's not changing now.

Sorry.

Franky.

I didn't want to do that,

but I had no choice, Jacs,

she was threatening my daughter.

I don't give a shit about your family.

If you're stupid enough to keep them
in your life, then that's your problem.

You cross me again and you're dead.

- He's great, isn't he?
- Yeah.

Oh, look.

What's going on there? He
needs a bit of dental work.

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