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I've got a screw we can use.
You get it and I'll bring it in.

Give it to me.

I asked you to start a small fight
that I could handle.

How easily a fight turns into a riot.

Mick? Oh, no, no, no.

When they buried her, they gave me
her wedding ring but no bracelet.

Whoever killed Mick
took that bracelet.

You're stronger with her than without

and a smart girl like you
should know that.

Can you please go now?

You think you could let me
make it up to you?

Can I have a bit of time?

Last night, your husband found
Debbie in her bedroom unconscious.

I'm sorry, Bea, they were too late.

Debbie was making up notes from me

and then I find out that she was
lying about staying at Natilla's.

She was staying
at some boyfriend's place.

She had a boyfriend? Yeah, Braden.

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I just wish she'd told me
what was going on.

I wish she'd just talked to me.
I should have asked more questions.

But teenagers keep secrets.

She had a boyfriend.

I just keep wondering if he was
the one that got her into the drugs.

You're never gonna know
what she was up to.

Kids are into
all sorts of stuff now.

Yeah but heroin?

Harry had no idea. He'd never even
heard of this Braden kid.

What?

Jacs's son.

His name's Braden.

Yeah, well that could be
a coincidence.

You reckon?

Bea! Get off me!

What are you doing?
Let's take this outside. Bea, now.

What are you doing?

Come on.

Look, I know things are difficult
at the moment

but you don't just go around
attacking other women.

I didn't. Oh, come on! I didn't.

OK, whatever happened, if it happens
again, you're both in the slot.

01 calling 03. Over.

No, no, no don't. She ended this.

She did this.
You do not know that for sure.

You have to find out the truth
and there is only one way to do it.

Hey? You know that.

Mr Jackson,
I need to speak to the Governor now.

Yeah?

Bea Smith, Governor.

Bea. Jacs killed Debbie.
It was Jacs. It had to be.

We need to talk to the police.

OK, calm down. I don't understand.

Jacs's son Braden.
Debbie was seeing him.

It wasn't an accident,
Jacs is responsible for this.

Right, can you just take a seat.
We'll be fine. Thank you Mr Jackson.

Debbie was going to nightclubs, she
was taking drugs, it wasn't like her.

She started seeing this kid, Braden.

Jacs had Debbie killed.
We have to talk to the police.

Why do you think it was Jacs?

She knew where we lived.
She'd threatened Debbie before.

She told me she'd have her
run down outside her school.

She knew Debbie's routine.
Now I know how. It was Braden.

And why would she hurt Debbie?

She thinks I'm a threat.

Will you talk to the police?

Look, I understand that
you want answers -

Are you gonna talk to the police
or should I?

I will speak to them.

Thank you.

I should put you into protection.

Why?

Just you here, talking to me,
it puts you at risk.

No, I'm fine.
What about when you run into Jacs?

How will you deal with that?

I just want to do this right.

You should have stopped her
going to the Governor.

We don't know that that's
where she's gone.

You were there.
No, Bea'd know better than to lag.

She wouldn't do it.

The Governor's gonna talk
to the police.

Will she?

You know what they do to laggers,
Red?

You don't have a say in this.

The only way this works
is if you follow my lead.

This isn't about you. You're right.
This could hurt all of us.

So if you wanna deal with Jacs,
you deal with her.

The police will handle it.

This is an extraordinary situation.

A mother has lost a child.
I'd call that tragic.

Were you aware that your son
was seeing Debbie?

Yes.

Did you encourage him to see her?

The two of them met the first time
Debbie visited Bea.

Braden told me he was
seeing someone.

I didn't realise till recently
who it was.

I heard how Debbie died.

Braden dabbled in things too
that worried me.

What? Drugs?

It could have just as easily
been him and thank God it wasn't.

What Bea's going through,
no mother should.

Mm.

Bea has a lot of support
in here now.

And you don't.

The women are aware of what's
happened with your husband.

You don't have the same backing
on the outside as you used to.

So, regardless of the outcome
of the police investigation

into Debbie's death,
you are vulnerable.

My offer of moving you
into protection still stands.

You should take it.

I'm not responsible for this.

You all right?

You not hungry?

No.

My son wanted me to pass on
his condolences.

Now's your chance.

No, no, Bea! Let her go.

How's your arthritis?

Can't be easy with that cast on.

Here.

Fancy a cup of tea?
I know how you like it.

I don't feel like one today.

Well, let me help you
with this tray then.

Grief can make you see a lot
of things that aren't there, Bea.

Oh, I can see perfectly
what's going on.

Just like everybody else here.

Bea? What were you thinking
provoking Jacs like that?

What was I thinking?
Yeah, cos it was bloody stupid -

I was thinking about my little girl.

Did she suffer? Was she scared?

Did she know what was happening
to her?

I was thinking,
where was I when she needed me?

That's what I was thinking.

Please, just don't give me
shit today.

OK.

Bea.

Get out.
Now's not a good time.

You lagged.

I said get the fuck out! Bea.

But I understand as a mother driven
by grief you're not thinking right.

You're gonna pay
for what you've done.

And as a mother, you'll understand
me wanting to defend my boy

for being accused of something
he didn't do.

You threaten my daughter
and then she dies

and you're telling me
it's a coincidence?

You just say these things to keep
the women in line.

Look, whatever it is,
my boy didn't do this.

You're a liar.

Braden had girlfriends before

but he never spoke of any of them
like he did your girl.

So, you knew that he was seeing her?

I knew she was different.

His face used to light up,
he couldn't stop talking about her.

Braden loved Debbie.

He could never harm her.

She was obviously a very
special kid.

And so is Braden.

I mean as mothers, we fucked up.

We just weren't there for them
when they needed us.

Though we must have done
something right.

Hey. It's understandable you need
someone to blame

but you're looking in
the wrong place.

My boy didn't do this.

He couldn't.

Get out.

Go on, get out.

Hi. Hi.

Um, you don't have a pen on you,
do you?

Yep. Right, thanks.

They just disappear in here.

Bloody criminals.

Thanks.

You keep it.
I've got a stash at home.

Um, Fletch?

You know the um, the other night -

Vera, it wasn't your fault.

No, I mean, I'm inexperienced.

What happened, that's all on me.

And I need you to know that.

Um, Vera.

Let me cook you dinner at my place.

I'd like that.

How is it?

It's lovely, thanks.

Ah, have I got...
No, no.

It's just you.

Which is good.

It's really nice having you here.

It's nice being here.

Whoops.

Have you got to get going?

I don't want to go home.

Well, you don't have to.

I mean, I can sleep on the couch.
No. No, no.

I don't want you to sleep
on the couch.

Look, I'm sorry Bea
but police have found

there's no grounds
for an investigation.

Did you tell them what I said?

Yes. Yes, of course I did.

Maybe you didn't explain it properly.
I should talk to them.

Harry gave them Debbie's phone.

On it there are a lot of text
messages to a girl called Natilla.

They were about Braden and they were
about how they were using drugs.

So, there's the proof.

Well, she talked about
how much she liked it.

They'd experimented for a while.

Yeah, smoking dope, not heroin.

Police found evidence in her
bedside drawer.

She'd been smoking heroin as well.

There was also bruising on her arm.

I'm sorry, it wasn't the first time
she'd tried it.

What about...

What about Jacs?
What about the threats?

I've got no proof to give them.

She's in here for murder. You're
charged with attempted murder.

If the police could find information
on Jacs and the Holt family

and they could prosecute,
they would.

Yeah, Braden's her son.

Braden and Debbie both visited
their mothers in the same prison.

Chances are their paths would cross.

No, it's too much of a coincidence.

It's circumstantial.

As far as the police are concerned,
Debbie was a 16-year-old

experimenting with drugs
and it just went terribly wrong.

I know in my gut that's not
what happened.

Well, I'm sorry.

You're wrong.

You OK?

You're still here?

If there's anything else you need,
just ask.

Don't start.

Governor told you cops
won't do anything.

It was an accident.
That's what they say. It was.

Yeah, so you're a crim,
daughter's a junkie -

My daughter is not a junkie.

Which is why you know
it wasn't an accident.

Will you stop messing with my head?
Stop ignoring it.

I thought that my daughter
was killed because of me.

I see this place and it puts things
in your mind, it twists them around

until you go crazy
and you don't know what to believe.

You know what the truth is.
Yeah, I do.

And that's what makes me
different from you.

See, you're all lying
about something.

You think that's the only way
you can survive in here.

But I'm not like that. I'm not going
to leave this place any more screwed up than what I came in.

Hi.

Hey.

Are you hungry? Yep.

Listen, I was thinking,
why don't we go out

and grab some brekkie before
you head to work?

I'm gonna call in sick.

That's a first.

I, um...

I just really don't want to go
in there today and I -

Do you mind if we just hang
around here a bit?

Course not.

Hey, so what do you feel like?

Cereal?
I could whip up some pancakes?

You know, I make a mean omelette.

Omelette sounds good.
Great, omelette it is.

I've got to grab some more eggs.

Oh, no, no. Don't go to any trouble.

I'll be back soon.

OK.

I knew what she was doing.

I'd be bloody stupid not to.

Changing shifts and putting me
on the slot.

And there was nothing I could
do about it.

And she knew that.

She wanted to make me feel like shit
so I'd stop hassling her.

Sometimes I think I just want
to hurt her

the same fucking way she hurt me.

Like that dream I keep having.
I'm back in Timor.

I raise my gun, fire but it's Meg
with a bullet in her head.

But I don't feel anything.

I should never have started
fucking that bitch.

Vera?

I have to go.

What are you doing
going through my stuff?

Sorry. I...

Look, I won't tell anyone,
I promise.

What?

I know you were angry with Meg.

I won't tell a soul, I promise.

I've got to go.

What, so you think I killed Meg?

Are you bloody crazy?

I mean, I only wrote that because
a bloody counsellor told me to.

I'm sorry... I thought -

Get the fuck out!

Go.

I've informed Bea that there
will be no police investigation

into her daughter's death.

Because it was an accident.

No, I lied.

With you refusing to go
into protection,

it's the only way I can control
the situation.

I told you, I had nothing to do
with Debbie's death.

It's out of my hands.

The police are investigating
Braden and your family.

So, until they've completed
their investigation,

all your phone calls, visits and
mail privileges will be suspended.

I have to speak to my son.

Put him back on my contact list.
Not possible.

He'll be devastated about Debbie.
I need to know he's OK.

Well, I'm sure he has his
father's support.

I'll be fully cooperating
with the police.

If you did have anything to do
with it, they will find out.

They're not gonna let this go.

So, we're lying to Jacs about
the investigation?

Yes. There isn't one.

Putting pressure on her, cutting
off her privileges, it's dangerous.

Sure but we need to keep
her contained.

While she's contained, we need
to find something the police can't ignore.

Well, maybe if Channing
got involved, the cops will listen?

No, I'm not taking this any further
until I can find solid proof.

So, I need all CCTV footage from
the last three months reviewed.

I need you to focus on
the visitor centre.

All phone calls Jacs and her crew
have made that have been recorded,

I want it reviewed.

Check the mail logs.
Keep up with the spotchecks.

We need to find anything, something,
that can link Jacs

with Debbie Smith's death. Chance of
finding anything's pretty slim.

So, what are you saying Linda?

We should just ignore this.
We should wait until it explodes.

What if Bea's wrong? We could
be stirring things up for nothing.

You call it staring and I call it
taking control of the situation.

Keep me updated.

Spot check.

I hope you're giving the other units
the same attention as mine.

The women will talk.

YOUR unit?

Not any more, Jacs.

What's going on with
this investigation?

You worried what they'll discover?
Find out for me.

I don't see the point, Jacs.

I'm only gonna tell you
what we both already know.

You had something
to do with Debbie's death.

I know who killed your wife.

No, you don't.

You're desperate.
So are you.

Been a long time with
no information.

Cops couldn't find anything.

No-one's talked.
Why do you think that is?

Because I don't want it
to get out.

That's bullshit. You've worked here
long enough to know how I operate,

and what that sort
of information's worth.

Maybe it's time to cash it in.

What do you think, Mr Jackson?

'She doesn't want to come in.

'Her mum told her to stay away.

'And how does she feel about that?

'She gets freaked.
She wants to see her mum,

'but doesn't want to go against her.

'Yeah, of course.

'But Bea needs to see Debbie
to be reminded of just

'how much she loves her daughter,
and how much she'll do for her.

'Make sure she comes in next time.

'Yeah, I'll try.

'No, son, you do it.

'OK.
Good boy.'

I've just listened
to an interesting conversation

between you and your son.

You pushed Braden to be with Debbie.

You made him bring her in here
to keep her in Bea's face.

You tell me who killed my wife,
and I'll erase the recording.

Who did it?

I'll tell you.

Once you've erased the recording
and had the investigation shut down.

Not before.

Anything?

Well?

Er... not yet.
There's a lot to get through.

Just find me something conclusive.

OK?
Yeah, OK.

Thanks.

I need proof that Jacs has
a vendetta against Bea.

Now you want to talk to me?
You want to help Bea?

Please, this is your chance.

Why am I here?

Because I wanna make this prison
a better place for the women?

No. Why am I really here?

If you don't wanna help me,
just leave.

You don't care about the women.
It's all bullshit.

You're hiding in here with us.

You get off on being here.
Get out.

And the thing that scares you
the most...

..is that when you're fucking him,
you're thinking of me.

Get out!
Huh?

The funeral people called. They want
to know what we want to do with her.

The ashes.

Let's bring her home.

Keep her safe.

You know, I never should have done
what I did to you.

I never should have let things go
on for as long as they did either.

Did you ever think about
how it affected Deb?

I never touched her.

Yeah, but she knew
what was going on.

She blamed herself for everything
that happened between us.

That's ridiculous. She thought
I stayed with you because of her.

So, staying with me was the problem.

You're blaming me.
No.

That would be too easy.

And unfair on her.

No, this is my fault.

And I'm gonna do what I should have
done in the first place.

I'm gonna plead guilty and tell them
about what really happened?

About what you did to me.
You can't.

I can.
We agreed. We promised debs.

You can't keep using Deb
like that any more.

If this gets out, they will do me
for lying. Everyone will know.

We stuffed up, Harry. Big time.

But not any more.

I'm gonna accept responsibility
for what I've done.

What did the governor want?

I reckon she's a little confused
about that.

Did she say anything about Bea?

Bea can take care of herself.

I know what you're doing, Franky.
What's that?

You're push Bea at Jacs
all the time,

and you hope they'll cancel
each other out.

Ooh! You've been here too long.

Yeah, maybe.

But Bea is a good person.

And what you're doing is wrong.

And I want you to stop.

Someone will get hurt.

You keep sticking your nose in,
maybe it'll be you.

It's your choice.

Hi.

I'm so sorry.

I need you to do something for me.

Never mention this to Will.

I don't want him to find out
about me and Meg.

No, I won't.

Fletch?

Can we talk about us?

Fletch?

Fuck off, Vera.

Yeah?

Liz Birdsworth to see you, Governor.

OK, thank you.

Liz?

Liz, how can I help you?

You said you wanted me to keep you
updated on how the women are doing.

Yes, how are they doing?

You know something?

Liz. Liz, if you've heard something,
it's your responsibility to tell me.

About a week ago,
Bea found a mobile phone in a cell.

The person who called
said they were with Debbie,

and he said some awful stuff.

You think Jacs was behind it. She's
had it in for Bea since arriving.

Thank you.

Fletch?

Shit.

I'm gonna kill her.

Will!
I'm gonna kill you!

Get off me!

It's Meg's.
I know, mate.

I know.

Meg Jackson's bracelet has been
found in your possession.

Can you explain why?

Yeah.

Someone put it there.

I put it to you that the governor
slotted you for dealing drugs.

When you were released
you were angry.

You wanted payback, so you organised
a riot as a distraction.

You were armed and waited for
a chance to get Meg Jackson alone.

Then you killed her.

I'm gonna take you down
to the police station

and charge you with
the murder of Meg Jackson.

Do you have anything
you'd like to say?

I know nothing about it.

Let's go.

Thank you all for coming.

I have an announcement in relation
to the death of the former governor

of the Wentworth
Correctional Centre.

Just a short time ago,

Mrs Jacqueline Holt was charged
with the murder of Meg Jackson.

'I'm very proud in saying my staff
were instrumental

'in uncovering key evidence
that led to Mrs Holt's arrest.

'It is now up to the justice system
to determine Mrs Holt's fate.

'I am grateful that,
after a gruelling five months,

'I can confidently reassure my staff
of their safety,

'and deliver on my promise
to you to rehabilitate

'not only our prisoners,

but the way that we work here
at Wentworth.

Thank you.

Where is she off to?

Rounding them up, is she?

I see missus is in a bit of trouble,
is she?

So, are you sick of her shit yet,
or what?

Is anybody with me?
Yeah, right.

I know you're with me. Let her know
what you think, all right?

She's got no power on the outside.
She's a fucking cripple.

She killed your kid.

You might not want to believe it,
but she did.

Hey, hey.

Hey, fuck you! Move your fucking...

You fucking kid killer!

Scum!

I'll rip your fucking hair out!

You're a fucking liar!

Hey, Jacs, you're nothing now.

Tell the governor
I'm going into protection.

You are aware it could take some
time before a bed becomes available.

Weeks, maybe longer.

You'll find me a bed now.

Or I'll go to the governor
and tell them all about you.

The pain killers, the riot.

Showing you kindness hasn't really
worked for me, has it, Jacs?

That's the way the world works.

Now, you'll go and see her
or I'll tell her what I know.

And you really think
she'll believe you now.

You murdered Meg Jackson.

That little display
by the women out there?

That's nothing to what the officers
will do every chance they get.

And I won't stop them.

That'll be the way my world works.

I told you to drop it.

It's a good book.
Cut the crap, Franky.

Jacs is finished.

She's gonna end up in protection
or dead.

So you don't need to use Bea

to do your dirty work any more.
What's it to you?

Leave her alone.

I'll make that decision, eh?

I was watching you
when we found out about Jacs.

You didn't see that coming, did you?

Or where it came from.

So, what are you saying?

You remember the riot.

Oh... Oh, fuck!

Shit.

You planted the bracelet.

Yeah.

You wanted to get rid of Jacs.
I fixed it.

Well, I appreciate it.
I didn't do it for you.

I did it for Bea.

I told you stay out of it.
No.

Now, you make a choice.

And I have.

I want to know the truth
about my daughter.

I knew the first time
we met you were a player.

What happened to her?

They say, "Same recognises same."

I'm not a murderer.

You tried, with your husband.

Yeah, but I didn't go through
with it. A technicality.

You just can't accept
who you really are.

Someone who's capable
of taking another life.

It wasn't like that.
I know what it's like.

You crossed that line,
but you're still in denial.

Me? I'm at peace with my actions.

So, who's the more dangerous?
I couldn't give a fuck.

I want you to tell me
what you did to my daughter.

Don't you think it's a little late?

You're responsible for her death.

I'm sure you wondered
how she'd turn out.

After all those years of her knowing
what you let your husband do to you?

Would she let a man do that
to her too?

Would she just sit back and take it?

Debbie made it easy for Braden.

She was so desperate for attention

that when he gave it to her
she let him do anything.

Sex.

Drugs.
God, you... I knew it.

All the signs were there,
but you ignored them.

You convinced yourself that
everything was fine.

you didn't want to see that Debbie
was just like you. You know nothing!

And I almost felt sorry for her.

And then I saw what she'd got
to look forward to.

A life just like her mother's.

It was a kindness, really,

putting her out of her misery.
She was better off dead.

'Attention, compound!
Attention, compound!

'This is a code red. All prisoners,
return to your cells.'

Against the walls, ladies! Let's go.

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