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FERGUSON: The name says it all.

Wentworth Correctional Center.

It's written all over the building.

It's on our name badges

and our employment contracts.

Think of it as a mission statement.

Society has deemed these women
defective and it's our job to fix them.

Not to pander, to befriend,

to indulge or to accommodate.

We exist to correct.

Now for three months, these
women have had it easy.

Your instability has
given them opportunity.

They'll have established
new systems and networks.

Their confidence will
be at an all-time high.

Today, that confidence ends.

Today, we shut their systems down.

We stamp on their opportunities.
We destroy their networks.

Each and every person
here will know their place.

This is a prison,

and we are in charge.

Hold it there.

Step away from the trolley.

Empty it.

Slot her.

It's not my fault, I
swear! I didn't tell her!

I swear to fuckin' God it wasn't me!

And who are you?

My name's Ms. Ferguson.

But you can call me Governor.

LIZ: No, I don't know much about her,

except she cleaned up
Stone Park in Queensland

and they gave her the
nickname of 'The Fixer'.

But I reckon we can do better
than that, don't you? The Fixer?

- That's stupid.
- Hey, we got 'em.

- Who?
- Them.

Let 'em go.

Start talking.

- It wasn't my fault.
- I just did what you said.

- Me either. It must have been Sky.
- Sky's job was to push a trolley.

It was yours to get the gear off
the driver and hide it in the bag.

- Yeah, that's what we did.
- What, right in front of the new Governor?

- No one saw us, I swear.
- No?

So how the fuck did she know where it was?

(EXHALES) Okay.

One of you screwed up.

One of you ruined my whole fucking system.

Okay?

So who's got the guts to step up, huh?

Who's going to take some responsibility?

- Oh, Franky, come on.
- Who was it?

Okay.

You know how the Romans settled this shit?

Booms.

- Put 'em in your cell.
- What? Why mine?

Just do it.

Don't... Don't touch anything.

Okay.

Now you're gonna slug it out.

- The winner gets to walk.
- Okay, you've taught 'em a lesson, Franky.

Now let 'em go!

FRANKY: Now who's gonna
throw the first punch?

- Do it.
- We don't have to do this.

If we both say no, she can't...

Oh!

Now you finish it.

- (LINDSAY GROANING)
- (BOOMER LAUGHING)

You can't make 'em do it. It's sick.

FRANKY: Shut the door.
I don't want to hear it.

(GIRLS GRUNTING)

(GRUNTING CONTINUES)

(INDISTINCT ARGUMENT)

- Fletch.
- Mate.

WILL: So, where's my duty free, buddy?

I suppose you've drunk it all?

Nope, I'm off the grog, mate.

Four weeks tomorrow.

What, a month in Bali and
you never touched a drop?

Correct. Yeah, it's part of the new
stress management thing I'm doing.

- Nice one.
- Yeah.

I see Ferguson lucked out finding
contraband on her first morning.

Yeah, I bet she was tipped off.

You know, someone's
obviously sucking up to her.

Welcome back.

Hey, Vera.

I wanted to say hi after the
meeting, but you kind of did a runner.

I had to call the hospital.

I'll leave you guys to it.

I'm, uh, sorry, to hear about
your Mum. How's she doing?

The oncologist says she's only got a
few weeks, so I'm moving her back home.

- And you're going to keep working?
- Yeah, I need to.

Well, you know, if
there's anything I can do.

No. No, thanks.

Hey, um, I got you something.

In Bali.

Okay.

They reckon it stimulates
positive energy. I...

I thought, you know, it
might be good, you know, um,

with your mum.

So here's where you're hiding.

I need you in Medical.

Of course.

- FERGUSON: Not talking?
- I'm not sure they can.

Any theories?

Ah, it could be a reprisal for the
contraband you found this morning.

These prisoners are out of control.

Erica Davidson was
clearly out of her depth.

Oh, she did her best.

We've been understaffed since she
left, and Mr. Channing was hardly ever

here, and...

Which of the inmates stepped
up when Jacs Holt was killed?

Bea Smith was the favorite,
but since she wasn't around,

Franky Doyle took over. She's in H2.

I'll see her.

Now.

(WOMAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

- Sorry to keep you waiting.
- No.

Thank you, Ms. Miles.

First day's always a nightmare.
I haven't even eaten yet.

Oh, you should join us for
lunch. I make a killer omelet.

That's right. You won the
breakfast round of that TV show.

What was your winning dish again?

- Caramelized onion and...
- Sweet potato. Yes, I remember.

Well, as tempting as that is,

I prefer to eat alone. It's useful.

- Thinking time.
- Hmm.

You've redecorated. I'm
not sure about the color.

Ms. Davidson and I clearly
have very different tastes.

Well, the Department are idiots.

She was a good Governor.

I gather that you two really hit it off.

Hmm, we understood each other.

I'd like to understand you, Franky.

Ooh, that's a bit forward.

I need someone with smarts and influence
to help me keep the women in line.

Someone to help stop
contraband supply in its tracks.

I wouldn't know anything about that.

If we work together,

it could be mutually beneficial.

What's in it for me?

You must be feeling the pressure.

It's lonely at the top.

Dangerous, too.

Only the best get to stay there.

The rest, they end up like Jacqueline Holt.

(SCOFFS)

Cooperate with me and I'll ensure
that you stay where you belong.

What if I say no?

I'll find somebody else.

There's plenty of contenders out there.

Well, quid pro quo.

I need to look after my girls.

What would you like?

Well, for starters, Kim
Chang's doing her CPA.

And I've been helping her, but,
I've got my own study to worry about.

I can arrange that.

So we have a deal.

We'll chat again soon.

Oh, nearly forgot. (CHUCKLES)

I believe these are yours.

What the fuck.

- These were meant to be posted.
- To an ex-Governor?

I expect Mr. Channing felt
that was inappropriate.

You read 'em?

Ferguson's a fucking player.

BOOMER: What's she done now?

- What are they?
- Unless you've got good news, piss off.

Well, the girls in D-Block are
bitching about the bust this morning.

- Actually C-Block are pretty pissed, too.
- Booms, I said good news.

Oh, ah. Oh, hey, this might cheer you up.

Hang on.

I told you to keep that stashed.

- Yeah, I videoed the scrag fight.
- What the hell did you do that for?

Hello! It's a scrag fight.

Fuck!

The phone is for deals only. If
I find out you've been calling

- your boyfriend again...
- No. No.

No, 'cause I wouldn't, and
I didn't and I wouldn't.

- How many times?
- Just once.

But listen. No, listen. Listen.

Me sister reckons he's
rooting someone else, eh.

How much of the fight did you film?

- Eh?
- How much of the fight did you film?

Oh, just... Just the good bits,
when they were on the floor.

(LAUGHING) Lindsay pulled Sarah's
hair out and she went boonta.

- (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
- (THUNDER RUMBLING)

(GATE BUZZING)

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Hey, how was the visit?
- Oh, great.

- Kaiya's getting so tall.
- (CHUCKLING)

And she's done you a drawing.

The screws said they'd
bring it in later for you.

- Oh, nice.
- Yeah.

Hey, um...

Heard about the girls.

I tried to see 'em, but
they're still in Medical.

Oh, it was bloody horrible.
Franky is losing the plot.

She's worse since Davidson left.

Well, she's scared. She knows
she's got a target on her back.

- Especially with the bust this morning.
- Yeah.

Hey, they reckon Tanya from
C-Block's gonna make a move soon

and Lou Kelly's been
shooting her mouth off.

LIZ: Oh, I am so sick of it.

You'll be out soon. You
won't have to think about it.

- LIZ: Yeah.
- (LIZ AND DOR CHUCKLING)

Who's got the green thumb?

Ah, this is Doreen Anderson, and
Liz Birdsworth, our Peer Workers.

Hi.

- You're doing a great job.
- Oh, it's not just me.

Liz knows heaps about plants and stuff.

FERGUSON: You're due for parole soon.

Yeah. Couple of months.

I'll arrange a meeting. We
can have a talk about another

potential Peer Worker
for when Liz leaves us.

DOR: Sure.

- These roses look good.
- LIZ: Yeah.

Yeah, we planted those for Bea
Smith. They're her favorites.

Yes, I've heard a lot about this Bea Smith.

Seems to have made quite an impact.

(MOANS)

It's a beautiful day today.

- Let's go for a walk.
- Not till I find the right dress.

The formal's weeks away.
You've got loads of time.

It has to be perfect, Mum.

It will be.

I promise.

All right, ladies, that's us for today.

I'll see you on Friday, okay?

INMATES: Thank you, Mr. J.

And don't forget your diaries.

Governor.

I hear you've taken on
Erica's education programs.

Yeah, someone had to.

And what's this one?

Ah, it's a drug and
alcohol treatment program.

We educate the prisoners
about addiction, and try to...

There are no drugs in prison.

In theory, no, but...

If you rely on a support group,

that's like throwing our hands up
and saying we can't do our jobs.

Contraband's always going to get in...

When I arrived at Stone Park, every
second inmate was addicted to something.

When I left, there were
no drugs in my prison.

No hand holding,

no support groups.

I just cut the supply.

That's what I'll be doing here.

Okay.

Your background is in social
work, isn't it, Mr. Jackson?

Ah, yes.

Why the career change?

I had a, uh, bad experience.

Yes, I read your file, but, the...

The details have escaped me.

Was it something about
a mother and a child?

I had to separate them.

And do you think you
made the right decision?

What kind of question is that?

Do you?

The boy was at risk.

I didn't know the mother
was going to kill herself.

A social conscience can
be helpful, Mr. Jackson.

But sometimes, as you've
learned, it backfires.

That will be the last meeting
of the drug and alcohol group.

Governor, there's a
reporter here to see you.

I don't give interviews.

Well, you might want to speak to this one.

(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT OVER PA)

(SCREAMING)

That was sent to our main news desk.

The text message said it was shot
inside Wentworth this morning.

Don't believe everything you read.

You can't see their faces, but,
they're wearing your uniforms.

We don't have the monopoly
on teal tracksuits.

This was staged, Ms. Jovanka,

somewhere outside this prison
and you've fallen for it.

I'm running this story,
with or without your comment.

Well, if you do run it, you'll be burning
your bridges with me and my prison.

Any future news will be
handed to your opposition

and you're going to find
yourself in charge of the comics.

And if I spike it?

I'll give you advance
warning on any proper news.

It's your choice.

Okay.

Do we know where that
fight was this morning?

Somewhere in H-Block.

This was Franky Doyle, wasn't it?

It is her style. She's big on social media.

- Shall I authorize a cell toss?
- Not yet.

First, I want you to
tell me about Bea Smith.

BEA: All right, are your eyes still closed?

Yes.

Open them.

Mum, it's gorgeous!

Well, try it on.

(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT OVER PA)

It's just the neighbors.

(THUDDING)

- What was that?
- Nothing.

Everything's fine. Just try the dress on.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Just ignore them, Deb.

What if it's my date? He could be early.

Mum, what have you done?

BEA: Oh...

Don't answer it, Deb.

You just stay in here with me, okay?

Just don't answer it.

(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT OVER PA)

(MUMBLING)

Debbie.

She had a complete breakdown
after the sentencing.

Mr. Channing was keeping her sedated.

- BEA: Debbie...
- Debbie, that's her daughter?

Deceased, yes.

So her initial charges were dropped,
but she got 12 years for the Holt murder?

Manslaughter.

(BEA MOANING)

Have the doctor bring me
a list of her medication.

I think it's time Bea Smith
joined the land of the living.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- LIZ: The color's amazing, isn't it?
- Yeah.

I reckon she's gonna be in big trouble, eh?

Ferguson might think she's in
charge, but she's in for a shock.

Yeah. D-Block don't care about her.

They just want their gear.
They're like... (GIBBERING)

Okay. Well, you can tell D-Block that
they can take a fucking chill pill.

That goes for everyone else. They
get their gear when they relax.

INMATE: Hey! Bea.

- Bea!
- No way.

(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT OVER PA)

DOR: Hey, Bea.

Aw!

(DISTORTED VOICES)

All right, ladies. Come on, give her
some space, please. Give her some room.

Hey, is she all right?

Yeah, she'll be fine. Just
leave her alone for now.

DOR: Where are you taking her? Ms.
Bennett? Where are you taking her?

- VERA: She's coming back.
- Got a pen?

(INMATES LAUGHING)

VERA: Your old unit's full,

but the Governor wants you
in H-4, close to your friends.

Okay, you're in here.

Um, look, we'll have your
belongings here over later.

Are you okay?

I feel weird.

Well, the Governor wants you off
the sedatives, so you'll need to rest

- until they're out of your system.
- No, I want my medication.

I'm sorry, Bea.

That's pretty harsh
making her go cold turkey.

As long as Ferguson's cleared it with
the doctor, it's worked for her before.

But why make her dry out in the compound?

Well, I don't know,
Will. It's not up to me.

Whoa.

Sorry.

OFFICER: (OVER RADIO) 07 to 03,
phone call for you at reception.

Yeah, received. I'll be right
there. It'll be the hospital.

Ah, Ms. Bennett, is it okay
if we go and say hello to Bea?

- Yeah, go on through.
- Thanks.

- (BEA MUMBLING)
- LIZ: She in there?

Yeah.

Debbie...

What's she doing?

- LIZ: Hey, love.
- DOR: Hey.

LIZ: Hey, I didn't mean to scare you.

- DOR: We got you presents.
- Hey.

We got your favorites, old ginger snaps.

Hello, it's good to see you.

Oh.

You don't look too crash hot, though.

DOR: (DISTORTED) The girls are
rapt to see you. You're a real hero.

- LIZ: Franky's top dog now.
- Kaiya's going well.

She's loving living with her Grandma.

LIZ: There's a few newbies for you to meet.

You can do that in the next couple of days.

Bea?

Bea!

- OFFICER: (OVER PA) Attention compound.
- Sorry.

All women are to return
to their units immediately.

You sure you're all right?

It's too early for the count.

Yeah, we'd better go though.

WILL: All right, ladies!
Stand at your cells!

We're out, we're out.

- What's going on?
- Boomer, out.

- Come on, move it. Move it.
- Hey, hey...

Hey, hey, careful. Just made my bed.

What are they looking for?

- What do you reckon?
- I don't know.

(WHISPERING) Shit, the phone!

- It's under me mattress, Franky.
- Just shut up and keep calm.

No, no, he's gonna find it.

FLETCH: Boomer!

Yeah?

You can't keep this shit
under your mattress, huh?

You know the rules.

Yeah. Yeah, sorry.

- He should have found it.
- Yeah, I moved it.

- Oh...
- My screw tipped me off.

Anyway, Ferguson's too late.
The footage is already out there.

Oh, right.

- Seen Red?
- Yeah.

- How is she?
- Oh, she's pretty out of it.

- She got a plan?
- Plan?

I don't know.

I don't think she's got any plans.

Well, good.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Mum?

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(GROANING)

(WHIMPERING)

VERA: No, no. All...

All I'm asking is that someone...

Could someone just call
me with an exact time?

MAN: Well, we're gonna look into it.

- Thank you.
- MAN: No worries. Have a good day.

Vera.

Is everything okay?

(CLEARS THROAT) Yeah, Mum's
coming home today, so...

You need me to cover your shift?

No, thanks.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

- Morning, Governor.
- Vera.

I've got a few jobs for
you today, Mr. Fletcher.

- Mate.
- Mmm.

- Saw you on surveillance.
- Yep.

Jane Ormond had a big night.

Why don't you get one
of the women to do it?

Well, Ferguson doesn't
want prisoners down here.

At least that's what she says.

You know, I reckon she's got it in
for me because I went for her job.

Well, if she sends you to do the
monthly spend, then you can get paranoid.

Well, that's where I draw the line, mate.

I don't mind mopping out the wet cells,
but I'm not shopping for the fanny wash.

(CHUCKLING)

Reckon you were robbed, buddy.

You would have made a great Governor.

You know, Channing thought
I had it in the bag.

Yeah?

But apparently Ferguson's
got friends in high places.

Came in over Channing's head.

- Let's see how long she lasts.
- Hmm.

FLETCH: Hey, you know, I ran
into the new nurse before.

She's pretty smoking', mate.

- Her name's Rose, Fletch.
- Oh, Rose.

- WILL: Had a crack, have you?
- FLETCH: Fuck off.

- WILL: (LAUGHS) You should have a crack.
- FLETCH: Yeah?

WILL: Yeah. Yeah. Well,
you've missed a spot.

FLETCH: Get your big loafers out of here.

Why don't you go down to
Medical and have an examination?

WILL: I will.

It'll only be for an hour or two
and I'll make up the time tomorrow.

Will you need to take any leave?

No, no, I've hired a part time nurse, so...

This job's important to you, isn't it Vera?

Yeah.

I'm very impressed with your work ethic.

Corrections need more people like you.

I read somewhere that you'd been
passed over for promotion several times.

That must be frustrating
for someone with your...

Potential.

Well, wish the Department saw it like that.

You just need a mentor.

I'm a great believer
in succession planning.

I'd really appreciate that.

You stick with me. We'll
achieve great things together.

Thank you. And I promise I won't let
personal issues get in the way of my work.

Get me Kim Chang's education paperwork

I'd like to have a look
at her study preferences.

Yes, Governor.

Your PR stunt failed. Just so you know.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I'm so disappointed. I
had high hopes for us.

Still, it's no great loss.

There'll be others.

(FRANKY SCOFFS)

You know the worst thing
about being on top, Franky?

The only way is down.

Jacqueline Holt learned the hard way.

You might be next.

You don't scare me.

Likewise.

The women might buy
that tough girl act, but,

they didn't see those letters.

- Booms! I need you.
- Yeah?

- Oh, no. I gotta try Daz again.
- Now.

BOOMER: But... Fuck!

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Welcome back, Red!

Boomer, just let me go.

Now, three months is a long time,

and a lot of things have changed around
here, so I just wanted to catch you up.

- BEA: Please...
- I'm in charge now, you understand?

- Yeah.
- Bring her over.

(BEA GROANS)

Who's in charge? Say it.

Ow! Just let me go.

(INMATES MUTTERING)

Who's in charge? Say it.

- You are. (COUGHS)
- Mmm-hmm.

- And who runs this place?
- You do.

(GASPING)

You all heard that,
right? Yeah? She said it?

Spread the word.

Let her go.

Sorry, Red. Just something I had to do.

- What's got into you?
- I want to fuck.

Oh, Franky.

- Franky. Slow down.
- Shut up.

(MOANING)

Bea? You all right, love?

(BEA WHIMPERING)

Hey, hey. Hey, hey. You shouldn't
have to put up with that crap, darling.

I can't see her.

You can't see who?

Debbie.

Oh, Bea. Darling, Debbie's gone.

No.

No, I can talk to her.

I just need my medication.

I just need my medication.

(SHOUTS) I need my medication!

- Bea...
- Bea, calm down, darling.

- Get out of here!
- Hey! You've gotta calm down.

BEA: No, I need my medication!

Bea, the screws will come and they will
stick you in the wet cell, darling, hey.

DOR: Bea, it's all right...

- I want my medication!
- WILL: Back away. Back away. Back away.

- What's going on?
- She's just a bit freaked out.

WILL: Move away. Move away. Move away!

- I want to talk to her! I can talk to her!
- WILL: Bea, Bea...

- I want to her see her!
- Okay, Bea.

Bea, settle down. You need to settle down.

- I can see her!
- WILL: Okay, Bea.

- What is it you need? Come on.
- I need my medication.

Okay, I'll take you to
infirmary, all right?

- Yeah.
- You good to walk?

(PANTING)

- Please!
- You have to calm down, Bea, breathe.

BEA: Please, please.

Cold turkey's too much for
her. She can't handle it.

(MOANING)

The first 36 hours are the worst.

She'll feel better by the morning.

This isn't right.

Your concern is noted, Mr. Jackson.

Keep me updated.

She's tired now. She might
actually get some sleep.

Okay.

Listen, is someone keeping an eye on her?

Yeah, yeah. I've offered to
stay on, do a double shift.

- Sucks to be you.
- Uh.

What do you think of
this cold turkey thing?

I think you should be careful
starting fights with the new Governor.

So you agree with her?

I didn't say that.

So you agree with me?

Why don't you shut up and get me a coffee?

Make it strong.

I fucking knew it.

What?

Oh, she's put me on the special spend.

So? It's a few hours down the shopping
center. What's to complain about?

FERGUSON: Is there a problem?

Why have you put me on the spend?

Does the Y-chromosome prevent
you from pushing a trolley?

- No.
- FERGUSON: Well, then,

from now on male and female
officers will do the special spend.

Vera will be late this morning, so I'll
need you to handle a prisoner transfer.

- Sure.
- Kim Chang.

Moving into D-Block.

She's requested to further her studies,
so we'll put her with the others in D-4.

Franky's not going to be happy about that.

And that is relevant, how?

It's in Kim's best interests.

Oh, and the police came by and picked
up that contraband from the laundry.

Thanks for the tip off.

- No worries.
- Keep up the good work.

LIZ: You're going to be in the
sun, get a little bit of air

and that'll make you feel nice.

DOR: Hey!

- You really freaked us out yesterday.
- Yeah.

But you're all right now, aren't you?

'Cause you've gotten
through the worst of it, hey?

What do you think of the flower boxes, Bea?

- They're looking great, eh?
- Yeah.

Dor's got me into the
gardening, haven't you, darling?

Yeah. Oh, I planted the roses for you.

And for Deb.

They're pretty.

LIZ: Yeah, look at these ones. You've
got the pansies down the front here.

They're little purple. They're beautiful.
And these ones are the geraniums.

And daisies at the back,
'cause they're nice and bright.

Reckon these ones are coming along, too.

Look at that one. Can you see?

FERGUSON: Good morning.

Hi.

I'm Ms. Ferguson, the new Governor.

I don't think we've
been properly introduced.

Bea Smith.

Yes. I've heard all about you.

I didn't want to keep you
cooped up in isolation.

I think you can achieve much more out here.

How are you feeling this morning?

- Better, thanks.
- Yeah, we're looking after her.

I haven't forgotten about you,
Doreen, we'll catch up soon.

Right. Okay.

I think she might like you, Dor.

(SCOFFS) Whatever.

(WHISPERING) Franky, you've
got to move that phone.

- I nearly got sprung.
- What'd you do with it?

Nothing.

Well, make sure it stays that way.

It's changed. Everything's changed.

You got a problem, Red?

OFFICER: (OVER PA) Attention, compound.

H-Block proceed to work units.

- H-Block to work units.
- LIZ: Gonna go in?

DOR: Let's go.

FRANKY: Booms. Who does this remind you of?

- BOOMER: Jacqueline!
- (LAUGHING)

- You guessed it.
- (LAUGHING) Oh, yeah, I know.

Man overboard.

You missing us, are ya?

I need you to get me some sedatives.

What for?

Because I like them.

- You knock yourself out?
- Yeah.

Works for me.

It'll cost ya.

How soon can you get 'em?

LINDA: Bea? You're on light duties.
You're not supposed to be in here.

Leave it with me.

You all right?

Hey, Booms, take over for a sec.

BOOMER: Awesome!

How's that bank balance, Miss Miles?

No, Franky. That was a one off. That's it.

Well, we could make it a
regular deal if you want.

- Did you get rid of it?
- Maybe.

I want that phone gone.

It's nearly flat anyway.

I need some sedatives, soon as possible.

Get back to work.

Okay.

- Don't keep messing up my vibe.
- What?

- Go get rid of the phone.
- Where is it?

Planter boxes.

You owe me.

Lizzie.

What are you doing?

You are not going to
spend your life spaced out.

You give those to me.

Will you just leave me alone?
I want to be with my daughter.

Your daughter's dead.

No, she's not.

I can see her and I talk to her.

Oh, darling, that is just
the drugs. It's not real.

- Brayden Holt killed her.
- No, no.

- Now, you remember Brayden, don't ya?
- No.

Look, that's him there,
darling. You look at that.

That is Brayden Holt, Jacs' son.

Now he stuck a needle in Deb's arm

- and he ended her life.
- No.

And I am sorry that that
happened to you, Bea.

- No.
- But she is gone.

Don't ruin this for me.

- Don't ruin this for me.
- Hey, listen. Listen.

No, you listen to me. You
listen to me, you look at me.

(SNIFFLING)

Now you, you are stronger than this.

- You have survived...
- You think I give a fuck?

(SOBBING) I am stuck in here with nothing.

Then you take it one day at a time,

and you find a reason to get up tomorrow.

Any reason, Bea.

Just find one.

(WHIMPERING)

You can do it.

I know you can.

Hello, Doreen.

Uh... (CLEARING THROAT)
You wanted to see me?

Yes. Come on over.

It's terrible, isn't it?

All your hard work ruined.

And for what?

Still, all is not lost.

Where there's life.

I checked the surveillance cameras,
so we know who's responsible.

Seems this was the hiding
place for some contraband.

I wouldn't know anything about that.

I'm very glad to hear that.

BOOMER: (SOBBING) Rochelle is a moll, Daz.

Why would you want to be with her?

(SNIFFLING) I know.

Yeah, I know.

You know she's been with every
bloke in Frankston, don't ya?

You know what they call her?

The Cum Dumpster.

(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT OVER PA)

I have to go now.

FERGUSON: She'll be slotted, but
it won't undo what she's done.

You've got a lot of hard work ahead of you.

I've done it once. I can do it again.

Good attitude.

But I think we can go one better.

This yard has been neglected
for a very long time.

How would you feel about turning
it into a proper vegetable garden?

Something to keep the
women focused and occupied?

Do you think you can do it?

Yeah. When... When can we start?

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(BEA GASPS)

- Oh, it's beautiful.
- (DEBBIE GIGGLES)

You're beautiful. You are so beautiful.

Thanks, Mum.

You won't listen to them, will you?

You won't leave me?

Darling...

They're right.

I can't stay here forever.

I have to go now.

But you've got everything you wanted.

- We're together now.
- Mmm-hmm.

It's okay. You're gonna be all right.

(SIGHS)

Everything is gonna be okay.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

My date's here.

Do you wanna meet him?

Yeah.

(SNIFFLING)

Hey, please don't cry.

No, no, don't cry, please.

I've got a reason.

I know what I've gotta do now.

I'm gonna kill the fucker.

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYING)

Spinach there. Melons here.

... and then over here I want to
put the tomatoes and the cucumbers.

And then here, I reckon...

(DOR CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)

(LAUGHING)

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