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Oh, what are you doing this for, Franky?
- Because I need the gear. - You don't need the gear.
Franky, I got nothin'.
Further breaches of conduct could result in your dismissal.
Do you understand?
Consider this a final warning.
When do you want the gear?
Soon as possible.
- Tomorrow? - Yeah, okay.
FLETCH: I should never have started fucking that bitch.
There was some stuff about him and Meg Jackson.
(GROANS)
Who's bringing it in?
Is it Brayden?
Boomer! Boomer! Boomer!
Oh, shit!
You saved my arse last night.
Can you please give this letter to Brayden?
- It's to say how sorry I am. - Sure.
This is for Debbie.
You fucking monster!
(PANTING)
Fuck!
- Sleep tight, ladies. - LIZ: Night night.
- Night night. - If you say so, Mr. J.
Hey, party time!
No way! Where'd you get the lunatic soup from?
Have you been brewing again, Boomer?
No, this... This is for Franky from the girls in G Block, eh?
That's a lot of admiration.
Yeah. Everyone's so stoked you're getting their stuff through, eh.
Booms, take out a fuckin' ad!
Eh?
No, I just... No, I thought...
- Between us... - No, don't. Just shut it.
You know the walls have ears.
Piss off that rocket fuel.
If we're gonna celebrate, do it with the genuine article.
(ALL EXCLAIMING)
- Real booze! - I didn't forget you, Liz.
Your favorite.
I'm on a diet.
BOOMER: To Franky, eh?
- To Franky! - Yeah, Franky!
You're the bomb, girl.
Shit, we need some music.
Oh. Oh, yeah!
(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)
โช I see you baby โช
โช Shakin' that ass... โช
How're you getting the gear in?
Who cares? As long as we're here to enjoy it, eh!
FRANKY: Yeah, that's right, Dor.
Wouldn't lover boy be jealous.
Nah, Booms, nah.
Let me show you how it's done, eh?
I can show you how it's done, okay?
ALL: Oh!
How do you do that?
You've been totally holding out on me.
Aren't you gonna give us a hug?
Shit, they really did a job on you.
How's Carly?
- Panicking. - (CHUCKLES)
She left everything to the last minute, as usual.
Thailand, eh?
She's grown up already.
We had a bit of a send off for her last night.
She said to say goodbye.
No, you tell that little tart to get her ass in here.
What if something happens to her?
What happened to you?
Where was Jacs' old crew?
The Governor's transferred them to another unit.
I'm still finding my feet.
Well, you'd better find 'em fast.
Vinnie's looking for blood.
I'm not in the firing line, am I?
Don't worry, Brayden told him what went down.
Yeah, good.
We're gonna have to cool it with the gear now that bitch has put the heat on you.
Vinnie's not gonna let this slide.
So you keep your head down.
Someone's coming for her.
You stay away.
Hey, slag!
You haven't forgotten about our unfinished game, have you?
Why don't you just go back to playing with yourself?
WILL: All right, that'll do.
Move along, Simmo.
Open it.
(GATE OPENS)
You know, if you only get another 18 months
for aggravated assault you'll be lucky.
You're right, by the way.
He did do it.
Not that it could be proven in a court of law.
I had the general manager in my office this morning telling me that...
I wasn't doing so well.
He thinks I should leave you here to rot.
But, of course, that's entirely up to my discretion.
I don't favor that approach myself.
Besides, I don't think we'll have a repeat of that behavior.
Unless of course Brayden Holt is stupid enough
to ever to come back to Wentworth.
Am I right?
- Yeah. - Good.
Then I think I'll release you back into general population.
What, now?
Mmm-hmm.
We have a deal, don't we?
You won't try and kill anyone,
you won't cause me any further problem.
Okay.
You know, you're not who you think you are.
But your true nature will eventually come out.
It will have to.
You fuckin' used me, bitch.
Apologize, my ass. Bullshit!
You planned that from the start.
Yeah.
Sorry to involve you like that.
You put me in the shit with the Holts.
Oh, they'll get over it.
You saved his life.
If it wasn't for the fact you saved me from Franky...
How is Franky?
Been laying low while I've been in the slot?
What do you think?
- I'm not scared of that clitty licker. - Well, you should be.
She won't forget you challenged her.
She'll be coming for you.
She'll have you too, for interfering.
Simmo, I want you to listen to me.
We need to watch each other's backs.
You'd back me against Franky?
No.
Not if you picked a fight with her.
I'm not interested in being part of any crew.
But if I hear there's danger, then yeah,
I'll give you a heads up.
We need to be mates.
- Need to make it work. - That's right.
- Yeah. - Deal?
Yeah.
The Holts have got a hit on you.
Do you know who's doing it?
Could be anyone.
Got a lovely new bunch for you today.
He's a tosser, that bloke.
Out you get.
You're next, darling.
Oh, Jesus.
Straight ahead. Move. Move.
Come on, lucky last.
Fuck off, I can manage.
Yeah, right. Fine.
In the middle of that black square there.
Okay, face me, right, and take the wig off.
Turn around and face me.
Wig off.
Oi, take the wig off, yeah?
For the photo ID.
You've gotta take it off for the photo ID, okay?
No. Please, sir, don't...
Don't make me come over there and take it off you, all right?
Okay, I think we can make an exception in this case.
Right. Well, it's your call.
If the Governor objects, you can buy a new ID, all right?
- You can pay for that. - Yes.
- Thank you. - Right. Look at me.
Okay, ready?
- Hold it there. - (CAMERA CLICKING)
Profile please.
- Okay, profile on the other side, please. - (CAMERA CLICKING)
Give us a smile.
(CAMERA CLICKING)
(SOBBING)
Name?
Jessica Warner.
- Date of birth? - The 9th of July '95.
Are you cold? Do you want a blanket?
No, no, no. No, no, no.
Don't leave me.
Next of kin?
Next of kin.
Medical, yeah? I'm in admission.
I might need sedation, please.
Okay.
Jessica, I need you to take some deep breaths, okay?
Need you to try and settle down.
I'm... I'm really scared.
I'm really scared.
I didn't do anything.
Yep, I know.
Please, you've gotta help me.
I can't be in here.
- You need to... - Please!
You need to calm down,
otherwise I'll have to get the doctor, all right?
Let go.
Okay?
Okay.
I'm calm.
It's okay.
Thank you.
I didn't expect there'd be someone like you here.
Okay.
Next of kin.
Oh, come on, Kat.
- Do you wanna quit stalling? - I've got a busted leg, for fuck's sake.
- I know my rights. - Yeah, you know the drill.
The sooner you get it all off, the sooner we're done with this.
- I'm waiting. - Oh, fuck off!
Could you go and wait for her in that room please?
That room there? There? Yep.
Vera.
I'm not strip searching him, okay? I'm not doing it.
When have you ever strip searched a female prisoner?
She wouldn't be here unless she was post-op.
Yeah, I'll be there in a minute.
Good.
Are we going in the garden or what?
Where's Ms. Miles. We're burning daylight here.
Hey, Bea!
Bea!
- Hey! - Hello.
How are you, love?
Thought you'd be gone for at least six weeks.
BEA: Oh, Ferguson cut me some slack.
LIZ: Oh, a lot of slack. People will talk.
Let 'em.
It's not like it's much of a favor, anyway.
Why? What's up?
Come on, spit it out. I can tell when something's bothering you.
I don't think the Holts are going to take what I did lying down.
You might have known that, love.
Has someone said something?
No.
There's a bunch of newbies arriving today.
I'm probably just being paranoid anyway.
How are you?
Haven't run away with Nash yet?
Oh, no, don't mention Nash.
All I hear is "Nash said this, Nash said that, Nash did this."
- You got it bad, girl. - Yeah.
- (GATE BUZZES OPEN) - What have we got here?
Holy fuck!
What are you? Are you a girl?
What is that?
What are you?
Are you even a girl?
- Guess who's looking over here? - Who?
Lookin' over our way.
Look at her, she's grinning like an idiot.
Yeah, I told you.
Anderson.
Thank you, sir.
He wants you. Bye!
DOR: Shut up.
I think he's hungry.
- I brought him something yummy then. - Cool.
He's a greedy little sucker, isn't he?
Yeah.
He's lucky he's got us, eh?
- All right, get back to work. - Yep.
LIZ: So, what'd he say?
- Nothin'. - Oh.
We was just feeding the bird.
Ah, feeding the bird. Is that what you call it?
Having a bit of a flirt with you, was he?
Sky.
(INDISTINCT HORSE RACING COMMENTARY OVER RADIO)
Boo.
It's all there.
Everything Franky asked for.
Right-o.
In that case I've been authorized payment.
Hey?
You doing all right?
Yeah, I'm okay.
If Boomer asks you for a dessert, give it to her.
Do you recognize any of the new girls' faces?
Nah. Could be that sewer rat, Sky.
LIZ: Oh, stop staring.
BOOMER: I can't help it!
Hey, show us your cock!
I'm not sitting next to this fuckin' freak.
Don't bother, I'm going.
Whoo-hoo!
FLETCH: All right, that'll do ladies.
So Liz is at the new machine here, and it's good to go.
Yeah, what about the old one? You can't just leave it there, boss.
Well it's bolted to the table here, Franky.
What do you want me to do?
Yeah, it's gonna get in the way.
Hey, Goldilocks.
Yeah, you.
You want to move this table out into the corridor?
Are you addressing me?
What'd you like, a written invitation?
Oh, he wouldn't make any of us do it.
If you want my assistance, you'll find some manners.
Whoo-hoo!
Why, Maxine, how charming you look today.
Might I prevail upon you to assist me
in moving this piece of shit out into the corridor?
Seeing as you asked so nicely, certainly.
So, muscles, you wanna drag that over to the stairwell for us?
So, Maxine...
Have you... Did you really go the...
You know?
You should try it.
Does wonders for your complexion.
FRANKY: Hey, cutey.
I'm Franky.
Suppose a fuck's out of the question.
Franky's just trying to be friendly, love.
I'm in H-2, door's always open.
Franky, back off.
Pick on someone of your own persuasion, will you?
KAT: Hey.
Hey, hey.
- I need some more painkillers for my leg. - No.
- Get back to work. - Didn't you hear what I said?
My leg's fuckin' killing me.
And I said get back to fuckin' work.
You're not in pain.
I know drug seeking behavior when I see it.
Go on.
Okay, ladies, you've got an hour before dinner
if you want to take a shower.
If you grab your toiletries and towels, I'll take you down to the shower block.
I won't.
VERA: I'm sorry, now?
I need privacy.
This is a jail, honey, not the Shangri-La.
You understand.
All right, you can go later, or you can go in the morning before breakfast.
Thank you.
That confirms it, then.
She's got a dick.
Smith, hurry up. You're on laundry dispatch.
(OBJECT CLANKS)
(GASPS)
Well, it's gotta be one of the newbies.
Yeah, well, it's not the young girl
'cause she's like a rabbit caught in the headlights.
The cripple couldn't have pushed that machine on her.
Yeah, well, it's gotta be the bloke.
That's the worst disguise I've ever seen.
Bea, you're gonna have to do your research.
You'll have to find out who's got associations.
Well, how do I do that?
LIZ: Miss Miles.
- What'd you give Maxine? - Nothin'.
Right, that's nothing as well, is it?
- Fuck off, Liz! - Hey, hey, tell me.
A razor blade.
- Razor blade? - Yeah.
What are you fuckin'...
Move, move, move.
Did you hear some drugs went missing from medical?
What sort of drugs?
Tynedol.
If there's an overdose, expect seizures.
I'll bet you I know who's responsible for that.
Good.
Hey, Miss Miles,
you're doing the prisoner special spend this month?
I might be.
- I've got quite a bit saved up. - So what do you want?
Information.
On the new prisoners.
You know I could have you slotted for attempting to bribe an officer?
It'll just be a little something for your trouble.
What kind of information are we talking about?
I want to know what they're in for,
and if they have any connections to the Holt family.
I can't promise anything,
- but I'll see what I can do. - Thanks.
Don't thank me.
I've got money on you seeing the week out.
Franky.
Red.
I need for you to get me something.
I'll pay, whatever you want.
What is it that Red could want so bad
that she's willing to put herself in my debt again?
I need a weapon.
I've been banned from buying blades.
Well, Brayden's not coming back.
Thank you for ending Simmo's drug supply, by the way.
So what is it you could need a weapon for?
- To protect myself. - Who from?
The Holts have put a hit out on me.
Did Simmo put you up to this?
No.
So how can I be sure you're not going to use it against me?
How can I be sure it's not you?
Look, I think it's one of the new inmates.
So can you get me something?
You're going to need more than a shiv if it's the trannie.
Well?
- Cost ya. - I said I'll pay.
Shit yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah, so why don't we have a bit of a wager, what do you reckon?
Two packs of darts says she's got a dick, eh.
Make that three. Make that three!
LIZ: Who cares if she has got a dick?
It'd come in quite handy actually, wouldn't it?
LINDA: What's going on here?
SKY: Oh, we're just having a little wager on Maxine's genital parts.
Smart money says she's hung.
You want in, Miss Miles?
- Yeah, put me down for 50. - LIZ: Fifty?
Yeah, I reckon she's all woman.
(ALL EXCLAIMING)
LIZ: I'm with you, Miss Miles.
- Can I go and feed the bird? - Yeah, go ahead.
Cool.
- Hey, Dor. - What the fuck?
(SHUSHING)
BOOMER: Mind your own biz, Dor.
BATES: Wanna go?
Oi, back here, love.
Hey, hey, hey, just a heads up. Dors caught me doing the...
Oh, fuck!
I know what you're up to.
Yeah, what?
You're using the gardening project as a way of smuggling stuff in.
I don't know what you're talking about, Dors.
Ah, yeah, you do.
Bates is bringing stuff in and Boomer's giving him gobbies as payment.
- Yeah, is that right? - Yeah.
- That's a fuckin' good idea. - (WHISPERS) Franky!
This is something for the girls, for their morale.
You have no right to stuff it for 'em.
You ought to shut your mouth.
The screws'll get wind of it and Ferguson will close the whole project down.
Just saying.
- That's what I'm afraid of. - Yeah.
So fuckin' shut the hell up,
otherwise your precious Nash will get sent back to Walford
and no more garden.
Or, if you play your cards right,
I can fix it so you get some time alone with lover boy, hey?
- Sorry, Smiles. - (GATE BUZZES OPENS)
Inside. In here. Over to the bed.
Stop stuffing around.
She's flogged her medication, right?
Vera's on her way down here to strip search her.
I want you to organize an x-ray of that cast.
My bet is that's where the drugs are stashed.
Oh, he's a fuckin' psycho.
We'd need the prisoner's consent for an x-ray.
She's a junkie, huh?
Am I the only one here that can see that?
Rose, come on, just move it, will you?
Just get on the phone will you and organize the appointment. Let's go.
Just settle down, Fletch.
Or what, mate, huh?
Are you going to dob me in to Ferguson again, is that it?
- What? - This is fuckin' harassment.
She'd ping me for leaving the sewing machine in a dangerous place, huh?
I'll have the lot of youse fucking reported.
- I didn't dob you in. She asked me... - There was no accident, Will, okay?
It didn't unbolt itself off the table and throw itself down the stairs, did it?
Okay, I had no idea about that incident when she...
No, you were too busy pandering to the prisoner's needs!
FERGUSON: Mr. Fletcher.
- My office, now. - Governor, I'm busy, all right?
We have found your missing meds, Mr. Fletcher.
It was an inventory error.
Follow me.
What the fuck?
Ferguson's being a bit rough on you.
Just for something different, she's got me mopping out the wet cells.
Yeah.
Thought I could give you a hand.
It's bloody Will.
You know he's dobbed me in with fuckin' Ferguson again, right?
Do you really think he'd do that?
Well, there's the laundry incident, okay?
The official complaint he made against me for using capsicum spray on Sky.
The disagreement with me over Kat,
and then he's left me holding the bag when Simmo and Bea
went missing for the count. I mean, fuck!
Yeah, I just don't think he would intentionally undermine you.
There might be another explanation.
The explanation is, Vera, he's got it in for me. That's it, okay?
Now you haven't said anything to him, have you, about Meg and I?
Of course not.
Because if he knew he'd fuckin' kill me.
All right?
CHRIS: Did you find out who slashed your tires, mate?
Ah, Jesus!
Hope she was fucking worth it.
- I've got something for you. - What?
It's a zip gun.
Had it made especially.
How does it work?
Oh, it's pretty basic. There's a tack inside there.
It's spring loaded.
To fire it, you flick this trigger.
Cap hits the end of the bullet, and bang.
It fires.
But you've gotta get up close and personal.
And there's only one bullet in it,
so you make sure you use it on the right person.
Thank you.
It's gonna be more than a thanks, Red.
LINDA: Smith.
Keep walking.
I got the info you wanted.
Couldn't find a match between any of the three newcomers and the Holts.
The tranny's a clean-skin, in for stabbing her boyfriend.
The junkie tried to hold up a 7-11 with a syringe.
The girl, assault, although I couldn't see all of her file.
Some of it was marked "Governor's eyes only".
What does that mean?
Prior conviction, maybe.
How do I know she's not connected to the Holts?
I guess you don't.
Hi there.
- You're Maxine, aren't you? - Mmm-hmm.
Yeah.
Are you gonna have a shower?
- Yes. - Cool.
Are you?
Yeah. Yeah.
After you.
Oh, no, no, after you, hmm?
- No... - Oh, I insist.
You're not here to shower, are you?
You're just trying to have a look.
So which is it?
Oh, shit, is it both?
Oh, come on.
No, don't be like that.
I got a packet of bickies riding on this, eh.
Shh!
You're going to keep your voice down, okay?
You're gonna sit up, right?
And you're going to answer my questions,
or I'm going to put a bullet in your brain.
Did the Holts send you?
What? I don't know who the Holts are...
Don't lie to me.
What's in your file that's so secret?
Hmm? What?
I... I had a previous conviction.
What previous conviction?
Hmm? What previous conviction?
(SOBS) For killing a child.
That's bullshit.
You're lying.
Now if that was the truth, you'd be in protection.
You'd be dead already.
No, no, 'cause they caught the real killer.
Then why are you here now?
Self defense.
Her husband came after me.
Please, you have to believe me.
(CONTINUES SOBBING)
Fletch?
You told him.
You betrayed my confidence, Vera.
No, I... I didn't say anything.
Then how did he find out?
(DOOR OPENS)
Can I help you?
I... I was looking for Bea.
She's next door.
Yeah.
I thought they'd put you in Jacs' old cell.
Jack?
Is this a trannie block?
(LAUGHS)
Oh, she'd kill you if she ever heard you say that.
I'm... I'm confused. Where is she?
Oh, she's dead.
Bea killed her.
So, just a word of warning.
Don't mess with Bea.
I wasn't planning on it.
Good.
That's good.
(BEA GRUNTS)
(SCREAMS)
(GROANS)
(PANTING)
Thank you.
How's the patient?
Walking wounded.
She'll live.
Leave us.
It seems your attacker got herself arrested to get into this prison.
She'll be moved into protection
with an attempted murder charge tacked onto her sentence.
Glad to hear.
You were very lucky to have that transgender person there to help.
You know her name is Maxine.
It's useful having friends, isn't it?
None of these people are my friends.
I understand you, Smith.
You're a loner.
But it doesn't pay to be alone in here.
That's why people form alliances.
Who are you suggesting I form an alliance with?
You?
I'm simply stating there is strength in numbers.
You're vulnerable when you're alone.
How're you doing?
I'm sore.
You know I found a zip gun in Kat's cell.
What's that?
It's a homemade gun.
Well, I guess I'm lucky she didn't use that on me, then.
Well, I don't know if she was the lucky one.
It was booby trapped.
What does that mean?
It means if she'd used it on you,
it would have blinded her and blown off her hand.
I played right into your hand, didn't I?
What are you on about?
You were hoping that thing would blow up on me.
Oh, fuckin' settle down, Red.
You've been tight with Simmo lately. It wasn't meant for you.
Thought you were getting it for her to use on me.
I'm not stupid enough to put a weapon into the hands of an enemy.
Yeah?
Well, I'll remember that.
- You okay? - Yeah.
Maxine?
I, uh, I just wanted to say thanks.
Thanks so much for what you did.
Are you okay?
Yeah.
I heard they found another weapon in that bitch's cell.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Thanks again.
You know, for what it's worth,
you shouldn't feel shy about showering with the other women.
You look great.
Really?
Yeah.
And if there's anything I can ever do for you...
There is.
There was something that, uh,
I've been meaning to ask.
(MOANING)
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