All language subtitles for Wentworth S03 E08 - Goldfish

Hey, what's with you and Ferguson?

Governor's pet.

I heard she fancies a bit
of black velvet.

The women hate me.

That's because you're special.

I'm scared.

I promised you,
I'll protect you.

Hey.

So you've got my back?

- Yeah.
- Thanks.

What's with you and Franky, huh?

Are you fucking?

During the riot,
when I was held hostage,

did the Governor refuse to
open the doors to isolation?

Yes.

You had an hallucinogenic
in your system.

That man must have drugged me.

The man that works for Ferguson.

If you keep acting like that...

For fuck's sake!
You are not my Mum!

You're a lag and an alcoholic.

- I'm Kaz.
- Hi.

The inspiration you have
been to so many women.

When you go out there and
you commit crimes in my name,

it doesn't exactly help me.

I'm telling you to stop.

You're a good person, Franky.

I'm not a good person!

Yes, you are.

You're not a murderer.

You don't know shit!

I know you're not a killer.

Yes, I am!

Oh, yeah?
Who've you killed?

I fucking killed Meg Jackson!

What's the matter with you?

Oh, my Nash.

Oh, he'd do anything
to make me feel better.

It's just an added bonus
that he has the most

beautiful eyes, and gorgeous
smile and enormous...

feet! Feet!

It's a shame he's not
here with me,

'cause he'd help me
with my cravings, for sure.

Thank you, Doreen.

Very interesting cravings.

But good listening, Jess.

That's fantastic.

Right, who wants to go next,
Maxine?

You can choose your own topic.

My life without a cock.

Perhaps we can entice Bea
to join in as your partner.

- Yeah.
- Not me, no, I pass.

No, you find someone else.

All right, Liz. How about
you and Sophie have a go?

Nah, I'll get up with Franky.

No, I'm right, kiddo.

Why don't you go with your mum?

No, I'm not going with her.

I'll have a go.

Whoa, legs akimbo!

Here we go!

Who's going to be
your arms, Kim?

Boom Booms.

Boomer!

What?

Oh, I haven't even started yet!

Fuck ya!

Okay, your topic, Kim...
My first day of freedom.

Hey, my name's Kim.

Hi, Kim!

Hi!

When I get out of here,
first thing I'm not going to do

is reoffend.

Last time I did that to
be with the woman I love,

the bitch had moved on.

She's screwing some skinny arsed

scrag in fancy fucking clothes.

Franky Doyle.

Her parole hearing is
in a matter of weeks.

No doubt you are aware of the

rumours that have
been circulating.

I pay no attention to
gossip, Governor.

As a rule, neither do I.

But when it comes to
incorrect relations

between staff and prisoners,
I can't afford to ignore it.

There's no truth to it.

I'm merely concerned that
Doyle might be exploiting

this to influence your
report on her.

I'm confident she won't.

Franky Doyle has a habit of
doing things you least expect.

She's...

She is far too emotional
for her own good.

Oh, well better a
surfeit than a deficit.

What does that mean?

Well, a deficit of emotion,
particularly a lack

of affective empathy, would
make you psychopathic.

But that's not Franky.

She uses empathy to
her advantage.

You think so?

And people are drawn
to her because of it.

And does that include you?

I think I've answered
that question, Governor.

Is that all?

Mm.

Oh, just out of interest,
have you, um...

Have you made any breakthroughs
with Doyle?

Breakthroughs?

No insights to report?

My sessions are confidential.

No, I'm, I'm just asking
if you've learned anything

that might preclude your
recommending her release?

Franky is ready and
deserving of parole.

Anyone in my position would
make the same recommendation.

Mr. Jackson?

This is my place of work,
Detective.

Won't take long.

Do you know who this is?

No, should I?

Well, I got it off your
laptop's Internet history.

Well, so what? It's in the news.

This vigilante group's
been targeting men,

mostly abusive husbands.

Men like Harry Smith.

I mean, it's not a huge leap,
given Bea Smith's their hero,

that they had something to do
with Harry's murder, is it?

What's your point?

You, Bea Smith,
the Red Right Hand.

Maybe you planned it together?

You're joking, right?

I want my fuckin' laptop back.

Thanks, Vinnie.

Have a nice day, mate.

Who's the delivery for?

The Governor.

New roster, starting tomorrow...

- Yeah?
- I've put you on General.

I'm not ready yet, Vera.

Don't worry, we'll ease
you back in.

What's going on?

What's it look like?
I'm moving in.

Why?

Well, I can't help take care
of Dor's bub

from H4 now, can I?

Ooh.

Oh, Dor.

Oh, I can't stop,
I've gotta pee.

Well, they're putting me
in there,

but I reckon I should be in
here with you,

because you've got a spare bunk.

Oh, that's sweet,
but that's close enough.

Well, I've spread the word...

Uh-huh.

And I want to give you
a baby shower.

Oh, no that's too much
trouble, Jess.

But you deserve it.

Oh, yes, oh, sweet Jesus.

All I do is pee.

I swear this baby's sitting
right on my bladder, true.

You look really tired.

Yeah, I gotta lay down
before work unit.

My back's killin' me.

And I've got this craving
for choc chip ice cream.

It's driving me crazy.

All yours, Warner.

Miss Miles, can we get some

choc chip ice cream for Doreen?

Yeah, I'll just ring
Mister Whippy.

Excuse me, Governor?

Ms Ferguson, can I please
talk to you about Doreen?

See, she's got a
really sore back

because the mattress she's
sleeping on is too thin,

so I was hoping that
maybe you could

organize a better one for her.

And maybe you can get her
some choc chip ice cream

because she's having cravings.

I'll pay for it.

Oh, come on.
What's the matter with you?

Sophie.

Come here.

Why don't you go help your
mum out with the towels?

But...

Just go do it.

You're still pissed.

Excuse me, I'm off the grog.

I haven't had a drink
in over a week.

Well, what do you want,
a fucking medal?

How about a bit of
understanding?

I understand you're a drunk.

Yeah, and you're a drunk driver

who killed some guy on
his fucking bike!

- Hey, Liz.
- What?

I'm not working with her.

Good.

Hey.

- Hey, Liz.
- Hey.

Hey.

You know, you're not a nice
person when you drink.

Yeah, well I'm off it.

Yeah? Well, that's only
'cause Maxine chucked it out.

It was a relapse, Bea.

Yeah, exactly.

You get your hands on more booze
and you'll have another one.

Oh, and you'd know.

Yeah, I do actually.

I've seen how ugly it can get.

My Dad, he was a pisshead.

His whole life was just
one relapse after another.

Well, Bea,
I'm not your old man.

Yeah, but you're a drunk
like he was.

Well, I might be a drunk,

but at least I'm not
a fucking psycho.

You make things right
with Sophie, okay?

Because if she challenges
my authority again,

I'll rain a shit storm
down on her.

Yep.

Come in.

You wanted to see me, Gidget?

You can leave the door open.

Um, Franky.

Um, Gidget.

There is an external psych
that comes

into the prison on a Tuesday,

and he sees a couple of the
women in the Protection Unit.

He's very experienced
and I've asked him

to complete your program.

I'll then liaise with him
in the writing

of your report for
the Parole Board.

These rumours aren't going away.

Is that why the door's open?

So no one thinks we're in
here going bumper to bumper?

Fuckin' hell, Franky.

We're living in a fishbowl.

The Parole Board get wind of it,
they are going to

to question every
recommendation that I make.

This is in your best interests.

This is not about my interests.

This isn't even
about the rumours.

This is about what I told you.

No, it's got nothing
to do with that...

It's got everything
to do with that.

You pushed and pushed for me to
open up and now that I have,

you don't know what the fuck
to do with me.

Ah, sorry I, I can come back.

Don't worry about it.

We're done.

Do you do hypnosis?

You were distracted today.

Your body was here
but your mind wasn't.

Do you think there might be a...

deficit in me
that needs correcting?

I mean, do you think
there might be something...

wrong with me?

I mean, you've always taught
me that to know your enemy,

you must get inside their skin.

Become your enemy.

But if your enemy feels,

is emotional....

Then it's their weakness.

It is a great advantage not
to be hampered by emotions.

Emotion leads to mistakes.

Anderson, come with me.

What time is it?

Come on over.

Come on.

I won't bite.

Not long now, hmm?

- Only a few weeks.
- Mm.

Ice cream?

Choc chip.

For real?

For real.

Wait.

What have I got to do for it?

What's the catch?

No catch.

Just eat it.

As much as you want.

Mm.

Oh, God.

Mm.

Good?

Mm.

Oh, that is better than good.

That's bloody awesome.

Oh, shit,

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I didn't
mean to swear.

Don't worry about it.

Just as long as you
enjoy it, Jianna.

That's all that matters.

- Jianna?
- Yeah.

So she called you Jianna?

Yeah, which was weird.

I mean, like weirder
than normal,

and that's saying something.

- Who's Jianna?
- Yeah?

Well I don't know but
I wasn't going to ask, was I?

Why didn't you?
You should have.

New mattress for you, Anderson.

Pressies for the
Governor's pet.

- Aww.
- No, I got it for you.

I asked Ms. Ferguson.

Oh, thanks, Jess,
you're awesome.

I don't even have a mattress.

Not since mine got
burned in the riot.

You offered it up, Luce.

Yeah, well maybe I
need to get knocked up.

Would you do the honours, Max?

Just whack off in a sandwich
bag, mate. I'll do the rest.

- That's so sick!
- Wouldn't even work for you.

The Governor likes Dor.

Everyone knows that.

Yeah, maybe they're
sharing more than recipes.

Hey, what was that?

You're opening something
for her.

It's either your legs
or your gob.

Or Ferguson's the father
of your bastard child.

Why don't you just
shut your mouth,

you fat, ugly, old bull dyke?

- You and your...
- You fuckin' watch it!

- You and your mate...
- You just fuckin' watch it...

Yeah.
All right, all right.

Ya mongrel.

Disappear.

Change the bed,
put the old mattress out here.

I'll organize someone
to pick it up, please.

I'll make it for you, Dor.

I'll do it.

You okay, love?
You all right?

- Yeah, I'm all right.
- Jess?

You all right?

Yeah.

Hey, uh, I need you to find out
who this Jianna is, okay?

And what she means to Ferguson.

Why?

I just, I just need you to,
all right?

Okay.

Good.

Why is that goldfish still here?

I like looking at it.

Ferguson won't be happy.

Nice fish.

Here to see Bea Smith.

Mr. Fletcher?

What are you doing here?

You're rostered in H Block.

Hey.

I was surprised to
get your call.

The last meeting didn't
quite go as I'd hoped.

Yeah, well,
I was pretty angry about

the whole Red Right Hand thing.

I've got nothing to do
with this Red Right Hand.

Yeah, okay.

But I was wrong.

And what I said.

What you're doing,
it's important.

If the system can't protect
women like me,

then someone has to, right?

You've changed your tune.

Kaz, when I shot Brayden Holt,

I wasn't thinking about
whether it was

was the right thing
to do or not.

I just was eaten up by hate.

I wanted him to die like a dog.

Well he deserved it!
What you did was righteous.

No. No.
It didn't change a thing.

But what you're doing,

it does make
a difference, right?

It makes a big difference.

Sorry.

This, um... You've no idea
what that means to me.

You inspired us, Bea.

Hey, I need you to
do me a favour.

Anything.

Okay.

In my hand is a sketch of a man.

I need you to find out
who he is.

- From a sketch?
- Mm-hmm.

It's the best I can do, right?

Now, you said you had some
contacts in the cops, yeah?

Now, it's possible that he
comes into the prison

from time to time.

Oh.

What's he done?

He bashes women.

Did he bash you?

I'll find the bastard.

And when I do...

When you do, you've
gotta tell me first, okay?

And then he's all yours.

Get out.

Just a minute, that's all.

The other week
when you gave me a serve,

I reacted badly.

I deserved it.

And everything you said
was true.

I am a lagger, and I am a drunk.

And I can cope
hearing that from Boomer

but when I heard it from you,
I just felt a little bit lost.

That's when I started to drink.

So, it's my fault?

No.

No, that's not what I'm saying.

When you came in here with me,

I just saw it as a bit of
a second chance for us.

For me.

To be the mum I never was
to you.

As a kid, I'd come
from school every day,

praying you weren't drunk.

- Oh, God, Sophie...
- No, listen.

I'd walk through the
front door and see you,

and when you hadn't
had a drink...

God, I'd be so happy.

But I knew it wasn't
going to last.

And it never did.

I always knew that
another time soon,

I'd walk through that door,
and I'd see

that look on your face.

And I just knew.

I am so sorry.

I loved you when you were sober,

'cause that's when
you were my mum.

But I hated you
when you were drunk.

From now on,
I'm gonna stand back,

and you can do
whatever you want.

But any time you need me,
I'll be here.

I told you yesterday, Matt.
I don't do hypnosis.

I'm not that sort of shrink.

So what do you do?

Mostly, I listen.

To the women.

I'm not here to treat staff.

I think I used to be
a bit of a bastard.

Before the accident.

And now you're not?

I just, um, who I was then
and who I am now,

I can't connect them.

I've been getting these,
um, flashes.

I'm not sure if they're
memories, or...

They could be memories.

You've lost time because
of the accident.

Your brain's trying to find it.

So, you can't hypnotize me,
then?

Do you want to try
a little relaxation technique?

See if that helps?

Okay.

Yes?

Ah, this arrived for you
yesterday.

Must have got held up
in reception.

It's a fish.

Matthew Fletcher.

Why is he back in General?

I think he's ready.

Really?

You didn't think to discuss it
with me first?

Staff roster is
my responsibility.

It's my opinion that he's
ready to be reintegrated

into the normal work routine.

What's going on here?
What's the matter?

I'm sensing some tension.

We cannot be
an effective team, Vera,

if you put up barriers
between us.

Team?

Is that what we are?

Dinner.

Tonight, my house.

Excuse me?

What, you have other plans?

Seven o'clock.

Bring a bottle of, uh,
something nice.

Red, Shiraz, that'd be good.

I have vodka.

That's all.

I remember.

His shoes had buckles.

What does that mean to you?

Oh, Matt?

Um... Ah...

Sorry, I...

I've gotta go.

Hey, hang on!

Hang on, Matt!

Come back, hey.

Better watch it.

People will think you and
knuckle nuts are screwing.

Franky, what are you doing here?

I don't want to see
the other bloke.

I want to see you.

Our appointments
have been cancelled.

Sorry, you'll have to take
her back.

Let's go.

Franky!

What the...

What are you gonna do, huh?

Bitch slap me?

Consider yourself bitch slapped.

Ah.

Pinot.

I don't like Shiraz.

Vera, you know that
I've always wanted to

be more than just
a mentor to you.

I value our relationship.

Let me explain why.

I enjoy working with you,

and I feel that that sense of

professional satisfaction
is reciprocated.

I believe that we've
developed a certain rapport,

based on mutual respect
and understanding

that transcends our
difference in status, hmm?

I'm not one to make friends.

But I do feel that we still...

We share a common philosophy

when it comes to corrections.

I mean, I don't feel that
we're that dissimilar

- in some ways...
- Okay, no stop.

Okay, stop.

You and I are nothing
like each other.

I would never do to anyone
what you did to me.

I'm sorry, I have no idea
what you're talking about...

During the riot,

when the prisoners had
a syringe to my throat...

you refused to negotiate.

You were willing
to throw me to that pack of dogs

without a seconds thought.

- That is not true.
- It is true.

If it wasn't for Mr. Channing,
you would...

I don't know who you
have been talking...

No, just stop lying.
I know what you are doing.

Somebody's trying to drive

- a wedge between us.
- You don't care about me.

You have never cared about me.

I do, I...

I do care.

They stabbed me with a needle.

Well that is hardly my fault.

I have Hepatitis C.

Morning, Vera.

Governor.

Um, last night.

Is it...

Is it what, Vera?

Is it going to affect my career?

Last night never happened.

After you.

I had another dream about bubs
last night, Dor.

Yeah?

Oh, she was so beautiful
and chubby and perfect.

What if she's a he, hey?

Well, I just know it's a she.

But I'll love it either way.

Oh, that's good to know, Jess.

Well, if it isn't the
Governor's slag.

Making yourself pretty for
you know who?

Leave her alone.

What'd you do for the
mattress, eh?

Take her to liquor land,
or did you just lag?

You're just jealous, Juice.

Get the fuck out.

Oh, not you, Dorsy.
No, no, no.

Me and the boys have been
thinking what we can get you

for the bubby shower.

We've come up with a gift
that keeps on giving.

- Haven't we, Stell?
- Yeah.

All it'll take is one little jab
with an infected needle

and you and the rugrat
can join our club.

You wouldn't dare.

Wouldn't I?

Get off me.

Get off me!

My baby!

It's just a fuckin' fanny pad.

What is going on in here?

She slipped on the
wet floor, Miss Bennett.

She could sue you for that.

Get out, Gambaro!

All of you, get out of now.

- Go!
- Oh, my gosh!

Can you get up?

Heartbeat's normal.
Strong.

Everything's looking fine,
Doreen.

Are you sure?

Absolutely, yes.

If I got jabbed by a
needle that had Hep C,

could the baby catch it?

- Did you get jabbed?
- No.

Did somebody threaten you,
Anderson?

Was it Lucy Gambaro?

No, Miss Bennett, I was
just wondering, you know.

- What happened?
- Well, it was...

I just slipped in the shower.

Is all this all right?

Yes, she's fine. Yeah.

I'm putting you into Protection.

What?

Just until the birth
of the baby.

Oh, no, Ms. Ferguson,
please don't...

It's done.

Miss Bennett, will you make
the necessary arrangements?

Yes, Governor.

Why can't I go too?

Governor's orders.

But I'm her alternate carer.

You are the baby's
alternate carer, Warner,

and the baby's not born yet.

This isn't fair!

Oh, this isn't fair!

Get over it, ya big drama queen.

Eat shit, Boomer.

Oh, I knew it.

I was right about you
the first time.

You really are fuckin' creepy.

Sierra 7 to Sierra 3.

- This is Sierra 3.
- Officer required...

Hi, Mr. Fletcher.

Can you please give this
to Doreen for me?

Sure.

Thank you.

Mr. Fletcher?

Mr. Fletcher.

Ms. Ferguson, I want to be
put in Protection with Doreen.

What you want, Warner,
is of no consequence.

But Doreen needs me.

Anderson has all she needs.

I'm important to her.

Attention, compound,

the count will commence
in five minutes.

Please, Ms. Ferguson,
I need to be with Doreen.

You need to return to your
unit for the count, Warner.

Now.

You're a fucking bitch.

Slot her.

Fuck you! Fuck you!
Fuck you, Ferguson!

You're a cold-hearted bitch!

You're a fucking
battered old whore!

Fuck you, Ferguson!

You're a fucking weirdo!

Everybody hates you!

What are you doing?

Ah, that's private.

Who's this?

- You know him?
- It's the same face.

Who is he?
The same face.

The same face.

- Who is he?
- He's nobody.

He's just...

a man inside my head.

I need to know, Bea.

Please.

He's the man who drugged me.

Why did he drug you?
What was his reason?

Why should I tell you?
You're not going to believe me.

Please.

He works for Ferguson.

He's her thug.

She wanted to stop me from
getting to Jodie's hearing.

I believe you.

I've put all the leftovers away,
Franky. Anything else?

No, I got it, go put
your feet up.

Lunchtime's over.

I'd offer to make you a
sanga but I can't promise

I won't gob in it.

Franky...

Got nothing to say to you.

You were right when
you said I was lying.

I'm not stopping the sessions
because of the rumours.

You heard of the
term 'transference'?

In a patient-therapist
relationship,

romantic feelings can develop.

And when that happens,
it clouds objectivity

and that relationship
breaks down.

You've got to consider
yourself if you think

I've got the hots for ya.

I was talking about me, Franky.

So what, you're in love with me?

No.

So you just wanna fuck me?

I can live with that.

I can't.

What are you afraid of?

Don't stop on my account.

That was lovely.

I see you've made it your own.

Who's this?

Oh, that's my sister Lily.

Family is important, isn't it?

I don't have family.

Who's Jianna?

What?

It's just the other night,
in the kitchen,

you called me Jianna.

Did I?

Yeah.

How strange.

You remember I told you
about that prisoner

from another correctional
facility that had her

baby taken from her?

Yeah, by a social worker.

Her name was Jianna.

She later killed herself.

It was a, a uh... tragedy.

But don't you worry, Doreen.

I failed Jianna.

But I promise, I won't fail you.

I'll protect you.

Oh, I think the little
bugger's awake.

May I?

Yeah.

Oh, I think my waters
just broke!

Okay Doreen, you're
doing really, really well.

Really well.

Where's Nash?

Has someone rung Nash?

Why is she still in here?

She's fully dilated, Governor.

What does that mean?

It means the baby's
not going to wait

for the ambulance.

It bloody hurts!

Okay, breathe.

Try and relax.

Try to relax, okay?

I'm going to get you to
push very soon, okay?

No, no, not yet, not yet.

Where the fuck is Nash?

It's just pain, Doreen.

It's just pain.

Okay, Doreen, I'm going
to get you to bear down

and push in one second, okay?

No, I've gotta push now.

The ambulance has
been delayed in traffic.

No, not you!
Get out!

Get out, now!

Out!

Now!

Well done, Doreen.

Well done.

Governor...

Is that ambulance here yet,
Mr. Fletcher?

A simple question, Mr. Fletcher.

It's on its way, Governor.

There's an accident
on the highway.

It's blocked up traffic.

Get them into Medical
as soon as they arrive.

Sure thing.

What's up with you?

Ferguson.

She tried to kill me.

Oh, you're a trooper, Doreen.

He's beautiful, look at him.

He looks like his dad.

Really?

Actually, he looks
like a potato.

Look at him.

Deb looked like a beetroot
'cause she was so red.

Really?

Hey, all the girls
send their love.

Oh, they do?

And Liz gave me this to
give to you.

Oh, thank you.

That's lovely.

- Thank her for me.
- Will do.

Doreen, I'm just going
to go get you

another ice pack, okay?

Okay.

Hey, I found out about Jianna.

Oh, you don't have
to talk about that now.

We'll talk about it later.

It's just you and the boy now.

She was a prisoner, Bea.

At some other jail that
Ferguson worked at.

Prisoner?

Yeah, she had a baby, and
then it got taken away from her.

- Wow.
- Mm.

I think Ferguson was in
love with her or something.

Really?

Yeah, she said she
couldn't protect her,

and then Jianna ended up
killing herself.

Oh, God.

But you should have
seen her, Bea.

It was really weird.

I thought she was gonna
kiss me at some point.

Kiss you?

Yeah, mate, seriously,
it was totally weird and creepy.

Oh, God, imagine that?

She really is a freak.

Joan!

Joan!

I warned you, Joan.

This is what happens when
you let emotions interfere.

I'm a freak, I'm a freak,
I'm a freak,

I'm a freak, I'm a freak.

No, no, you're not a freak.

I am, Dad.