All language subtitles for Wentworth - S02E09 - The Fixer

You fuckin' lagged.
What are you talking about?

She'd didn't tell Ferguson!
Franky, it was me!

What?
It was me.

If you ever come back to Wentworth,

I will kill you myself.

I want to go into protection.

I could use someone
like you on my crew.

Your husband gave me
these for you to sign.

He fancies himself.

Fancies you, too.

It's positive.
Do we know who it belongs to?

No. I've organised for testing of
all inmates to begin immediately.

Did you hear about the urine test?

Yeah, so? Won't they be able to tell
you're pregnant?

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Are you pregnant?

What? No!

I'm going to ask you...
one more time.

Are... you... pregnant?

Get off me! Get off!
I haven't done anything!

Please! Please! Get off me!
What the fuck's goin' on?

I haven't done anything! Please!

Help! Get off me! Get off!

The sooner you produce a sample, the
sooner you can return to your unit.

I can't. There must be a mistake,
Miss Ferguson...

The only mistake, Anderson, was the inmate
you chose for your substitute urine.

I didn't, I swear. I just...

The laboratory found an anomaly
with your specimen.

We know you're hiding something.

I can stand here all night
if I have to,

so I suggest you get on with it.

It's positive.

The women hate me.

It's because you're special.

Yeah, only to you.

I'm scared.

I promised you, I'll protect you.

Governor? Governor?

What do you want done
with the prisoner?

Fuckin' Darth Vader
and her stormies.

I swear that bitch
has got sand in her snatch.

All that screaming, I thought
someone was gettin' murdered.

Yeah, and I was having
a really good dream, too, eh.

It's not funny, Boomer.
What's she gonna do to ya?

Gonna fuck up his parole if they
find out it was Nashy's splooge.

Hey, what's wrong with your piss?
What?

Yeah, I was tested again
cos of the piss you gave me.

You told me you were clean.
I am. It's just... It wasn't my wee.

Then whose was it? Maxine's.

Maxine's pregnant?

Moving you back
is a calculated risk.

She'll see you as a threat,
but it will unsettle her, too.

Create opportunity.

It's in your best interests
to strike first.

Alright.

But when I take her down,
I'll do it when I'm ready.

I'm simply telling you, I can put
you back into Doyle's orbit,

but I cannot be seen to interfere
in any other way.

You've made the right decision,
Smith.

No fuckin' way!

Home sweet home, Red.

What's your plan, Red?
There's no plan.

Problem is,
I don't fuckin' believe you.

This about our
little misunderstanding?

It wasn't so little.
This stinks of Ferguson.

You can't trust that bitch, Red.

What, you think I trust her when
she put me back in here with you?

It comes down to play between us,
and it's your guts on the floor.

So, why wait?
Let's smash it right fuckin' now.

You are so wrong.
I'm no threat to you.

You got that fuckin' right.

Have you seen Bea?
Over there.

Bea, you've gotta come.
Maxine's going ape shit.

Shit!

Maxine? Hey! Hey, stop it...

Get off me!

You try and keep the screws away.

Stop stop stop stop!
Hey, hey, stop.

It's OK. Shoosh, it's OK.

It's me.

Come on, you're alright.
What happened?

What happened?

They stopped my HRT.

I gave my urine to Jess
and she gave it to Doreen.

Did someone lag?

No, the lab picked it up.

It's got a unique drug signature,
apparently. It's all the...

It's all the hormones I take.

Do you know what will happen
if I stop taking my meds?

Shh, it's OK. It's OK.

Come here. Look at me.

You know Ferguson's not the only
one who can source drugs in here.

Franky? No.

But she's gonna want something
in return.

Honey,
do you want those meds or not?

See, I don't make
the rules, Mr Smith.

I'm just underpaid to enforce them.

Yeah, stuff your rules.
I wanna see her.

You should have scheduled a visit.
You've been here enough times,
Mr Smith, to know procedure.

You fill this in, we'll see
what we can do for you next week.

No no no, look, I'm here now.

Oi, you. I wanna see Bea Smith.

Well, I doubt that Bea
would want to see you.

And how would you know
what my wife wants? Ex-wife.

Fine.

But I'm not going anywhere.

You can tell that bitch that I'm
gonna dump all her shit in the tip.

Yeah, you tell her.

Overweight passengers on
airlines pay more for their seats.

Now, for some people, this argument comes
down to a very simple matter of maths.

They say...

Hey, I heard about this morning.
Are you alright?

I'm so sorry, Doreen.
I didn't know.

It's not your fault.

You sure you're OK? Yeah, they were
going to find out sooner or later, so...

Smith. Outside.

Hey, your ex is here to see you.

What does he want?
Well, he's selling the house,

and packed all your stuff.
So?

He said he's going to pay a month's rent
on a storage unit, but won't pay any more.

Yeah, well, you tell him
to put it in a letter.

So, you're back at H2?

Excuse me.

Anderson? Come with me.

Just be careful.
OK.

I can't begin to tell you
how disappointed I am.

You're a peer worker. You are meant
to be an example to the other women.

I gave you the garden project, and
you turn around and do this to me.

I didn't mean to disappoint you,
Miss Ferguson...

As Governor, Anderson, every breach
of the rules disappoints me.

Who's the father?

Who is responsible?

I am.

Who... is... the father?

You can hit me again,
but I ain't saying.

Ms Bennett?
Take her back to her work unit.

Ms Bennett?
Wait there, Anderson.

It's either an officer
or a prisoner from Walford.

Find out who.

He's gonna grow up without a dad.

He doesn't need one.

I've got nobody now.

I'm all alone. Don't say that.
You're not.

You don't have to be alone. Ever.

Little bugger kicked.

Can you feel it?

She doesn't want to see you.

She wants you to put all the details
in a letter.

No, that's bullshit.

I have every right to see her. I was
married to her for 16 bloody years.

And you divorced her.
What would you know about that?

Well, I know that Bea's
better off without you.

Do you think I don't know
what's going on?

What's going on?
You and my wife, mate...

Ex-wife.

She was still my wife
when you started fucking her.

Right, get out. Well, he's not
bloody denying it, is he?
I'm ordering you off the premises.

I knew last time I was here
there was something going on.
Leave now. Don't fuckin' touch me!

Get out!

Alright.

You tell her this is
where our daughter is.

This isn't fuckin' over, mate!

Oi! You're a dead man, Smith!

Oh, you alright, Will?
Oh, what was all that for?

The garden project.
What about it?

Did Doreen Anderson have time alone
with any of the male prisoners?

If she did, I wouldn't have
been doing my job properly.

Well, that's already
been established.

Did you allow any
inappropriate fraternisation?

I don't know. Define inappropriate.

Jesus, Vera. Lighten up.
Don't patronise me.

This is about me and Fletch,
isn't it?

Let me be clear.

If you say nothing now, and I
discover there was such contact,

whether you were complicit
or simply negligent,

there will be severe consequences
for your career,

so I will ask you again.

Officer Miles, were you aware
of any incorrect relations

between Anderson
and a Walford prisoner?

Yes?

Governor, have you got a minute?

Of course, Mr Jackson.

Um, I want to report an accusation

that was made against me
by a member of the public.

Go on?

Ah, the prisoner, Bea Smith.

Her ex-husband arrived for an unscheduled
visit and, when it was denied,

he accused me of having an
inappropriate relationship with her.

And you are reporting this to me
because?

He made the accusation at the
visitors' reception in front of witnesses.

And there's no truth in it?
Of course not, Governor.

You are one of my finest officers.

Put in a full report. I'll lodge
it formally with the department.

Anything else?

I think he could be responsible for
a campaign of harassment against me.

Really?

What sort of harassment?
Threatening texts.

Malicious damage to my bike,
and my house was ransacked.

And you have proof of this
for the police? No.

Yes?

Well, as I said, I suggest you file
a report. Just to protect yourself.

Thank you, Mr Jackson.

Yes, Vera?

I know who it is.

Nash Taylor.

Did he rape you?

No.

No, we love each other.

Mm, well, that must be
very disconcerting.

He's up for parole,

with two years of a suspended
sentence hanging over him.

Two extra years
for two sweaty minutes.

No, please.

Please don't say anything,
Miss Ferguson...

But I have to, Doreen. I can't leave
a prisoner's pregnancy unexplained.

Of course...

you might be lying to me.

To protect someone else?
What?

I mean, who's to say that
Mr Taylor's the responsible party?

You know, it's not unknown for a prison
officer to seduce someone under their charge.

In fact, I'm currently dealing
with just such an accusation,

against Mr Jackson.

What, you... you want me to say -
Mr Jackson got me pregnant?

I'd hate to see your young man spend another
two years in jail for something he didn't do.

Mr Jackson? Are you sure
that's what she was saying?

Yeah.

I mean, she didn't say it outright like I had
to, but that's what she was getting at.

Well, what has she got
against Will Jackson? I don't know.

Oh, well it must be some
sort of political hoo-ha.

You are better off
to stay out of it, Dor,

and just let them sort it out.

Well, what about Nash?

You've only got to hang on
for a couple more weeks. Oh!

That's easier said than done, Liz. Hey, hey,
darling, what is the worst she can do to you?

Stick you in the slot, yeah?
How's Bea going?

Yeah, she's good.
She's back in H2, your old cell.

No way!
Yeah, she asked for it.

Why in the bloody hell would she go
and do a stupid thing like that?

I don't know, but I'm glad she did,

cos with you not there,
it gives me someone to talk to.

Ooh, I bet Franky's pissed off,
is she?

Yeah. Now I'm worried
she'll make a move on her.

No, mate, she won't dare. No,
Bea'll be looking out for it now,

and she'll be safe,
as long as she's got Maxine.

Rose, you want a cuppa?
No, thanks.

Hey, we still on
for dinner tomorrow night?

Um, no, I don't think I can.

Oh. OK.

Can I ask why?

Yeah, sorry.

Something's just come up.

I can't do it.

Max, you don't have a choice,
if you want those meds.

What if she asks me to hurt people?

Then you've gotta do it.

Fuckin' breath stinks!

Oi, Maxie, pull up a chair!

You might get lucky!
Can I talk to you?

What? Can I talk to you?

Yeah, come on, take a seat.

It's a tradition in here.

Every girl gets a lap dance
on her birthday, eh?

It's not my birthday.

I can come back later. Hey, no,
I'm busy later. now is good.

The Governor's cut off my meds.
I was hoping you could help me out.

Alright, party's over.

Come on. Party's over, fuck off.

Go!

Ah!

Sorry about that.
Come sit down. Come on.

Thank you.

What do you need?

I wrote it down.

It's gonna cost you.

You prepared to pay the rent?

Yes, how much?

Nothing in coin.

You want this shit
on a regular basis?

Then you're my hench.

I've had a think, Miss Ferguson.

Good.

The thing is, no-one can prove
Nash is the father.

Only one of them DNA tests
can do that.

And even then, you'd have to wait
for the baby to be born.

And Mr Taylor will long be free
by then.

You know, some years ago,

at another correctional facility,
there was a prisoner,

a young woman,
similar in age to you.

She entered the prison
one month pregnant.

Delivered six weeks premature.

It was an emergency labour.

No time for hospital.

It was a complicated birth.

The child almost died.

A boy...

The prisoner was given permission
to keep the baby with her.

Over the next six months, she...

naturally formed
a very close bond with him.

But unfortunately, for the woman,

the Governor saw this child
as a distraction

to the smooth running of his prison.

Protective Services became involved,
and a social worker investigated.

Please, no, no!

He ended up siding
with the Governor,

ordering the removal of the child.

It was very traumatic
for the girl...

To have formed such an intimate bond
with something so precious,

only to have it ripped away.

I blame the social worker myself for
being so easily manipulated, but...

governors, you know, they have
such influence and power.

These tragedies can happen.

I've got a job for you, Maxie.

Come on, let's get this over with.

Come on!

Now, are you sure
there's no dizziness?

Yeah. Or headaches?
No, I'm fine.

OK.

Just a sec, I just want to check
your abdomen, OK?

Is there any pain when I press here?
No.

What about there? No.

Don't s'pose you're going
to tell me who did this?

Ah, do you need any painkillers or
something to help you sleep at all?

No, I'm OK. No? Alright, then, ah,
when Mr Jackson's finished with you,

you can return to your unit.
Thanks. Yeah.

Are we finished?
Go on, then. Get out of here.

It's a waste of time. You know they'd
rather cop a beating than lag.

Well, I'm surprised
she wouldn't talk to you.

Look, Will, it's...
It's not my place to judge, but...

I heard what her
ex-husband said to you.

Is it true?

Have I backed the wrong horse?

No.

Doyle?

She doesn't do her own dirty work.

Then I suggest
she needs some encouragement.

Yeah, I'm working on it.
Work harder.

Wait.

I'm gonna need something
from you first.

Miss Bennett, can I have a word?

Why was I shut out
of the lab test results?

I deemed that information,
"Need to know."

I'm the nurse. If there is a
pregnant prisoner, I do need to know.

Is it Bea Smith?

Smith? Why would you think that?

There's been accusations of an affair
between her and an officer.

And if she was pregnant to a guard

and the other prisoners
found out about it,

it might explain why she was bashed.

It's not Smith, it's Anderson,
and it wasn't an officer,

it was a prisoner from Walford.

You're going to drop it, oh!

Oh, look at you, little Maggie!

You're so cute, eh?

It's very tame, isn't it?

To take a wild thing like that
and nurture it.

You enjoy mothering, don't you?

You know,

I might be in here,
but I still have rights.

And no social worker'll be
taking my baby away from me.

There are other ways to lose a baby,
Doreen.

I've gotta do it.

I've got no choice.

Oh, mate, of course
you've got a choice.

You make a false accusation,

you open yourself up to a whole
world of pain you don't need.

But he's just a screw.
What does it matter?

No, Will Jackson is one of
the few decent screws in here.

Why not say it was Mr Fletcher?

I mean, I could half believe that.

Liz, I wouldn't do it
with any screw.

Of course you wouldn't,

and that's why you've
gotta stick to your guns.

She's gonna take my baby
or worse, she'll kill it.

Come on, come on,
you're being ridiculous.

Darling, she is just trying
to intimidate you, Dor.

Well, it's working!

You have got to be strong.

It's easy for you to say.
You don't even have kids, Liz.

I do.

What?!

I... I've...
I've got two kids, Dor.

OK?

And I stuffed up with both of them.

You never said bloody nothin'!

It's because
there's bloody nothin' to say...

Bullshit! I tell you everything!
Dor, don't...

Liz!
No, I'm not going to do this now.

How can you not...
I can't! Just leave it. Leave it.

I lost my kids
because I made a shitty decision,

and I don't want you to make
the same mistake I did.

Oh, you gotta be strong, Dor.

Hey? Be strong.

Miss Bennett? I've got a message
for the Governor. Tell her...

Tell her she can make
all the threats she likes,

but I won't be saying Mr Jackson's
the father of my baby

when it's not true.

Will...

Will...
I... I owe you an apology.

I got my wires pretty badly...
Yeah, you did... crossed.

Yeah.

I fucked up.

Anyway, I'm sorry.

Rose?
Mm?

I haven't got around to cancelling
that dinner booking yet.

But Will Jackson.
Why Will Jackson?

I have reason to believe Mr Jackson
was involved in an inappropriate

relationship with the prisoner,
Bea Smith.

I can't prove it
but I believe it to be fact.

My efforts to get Anderson to
implicate Mr Jackson were an attempt

to further mitigate damage
to this prison.

To give me grounds
for his immediate dismissal.

But...
But what?

Sometimes you have to stir up
the waters to catch a fish.

You could have him charged.
What, and put the system through

a very public and protracted
legal battle?

That kind of spectacle would do
no-one within these walls

any favours.

I made an executive decision
to cut out the rot before it spreads.

Do you understand?
Of course, Governor.

What do we do with Anderson?

Slot her.

No!

No!

No!

You look beautiful, by the way.

Are you on? Yep.

Rose?

Rose?

Hello, can you hear me?

No response. Get the gurney.

Look, is she going to be alright?
It's too early to tell, mate.

Can you let her family know
where she's going?

Get that line in.

What's her condition?

Hmm... Yes, her details are on file.
Which hospital?

I'll see that her
family's informed. Keep me updated.

Rose?
Hey.

Hey.

Rose, you're gonna be OK, alright?

Was there an accident?

It wasn't an accident.

Huh?

See you soon, OK? Promise.

What do you want?

Open the fucking door!

I got nothing to say to you.

Oh, we won't be doing much
talking, mate. Open the door!

Open the door, Harry.
Open the door!

I'm calling the cops!

7 Cromwell Ave, Vermont.

Open the door, Harry!

I've got a psychopath trying
to break into my house.

He's got an axe.

You've gotta send someone now!

You leave that van the fuck alone!

I've done nothin' to you!

Except you ran me off
the fucking road!

Fuck! Slashed my tyres!
Trashed my fucking house!

Get off it, you mongrel!

You're gone, mate.

I'm... I'm so sorry, Bea.

How're your hands?

They're... They're fine.

Got something for you.

They're my meds.

These are my hormones.
Yeah, the real deal.

Not that shit
Franky's been giving you.

And when you run out,
I can get you some more.

How?
No need to worry about that.

Just think of it as payment.
Payment for what?

I need you to be my eyes and ears
on Franky's crew.

You planned this?

I needed Franky to trust you.

Attention compound.

Final count will commence
in two minutes.

I need you to hide this for me.
I can't keep it in H2.

I need you to tell me everything
that Franky's planning, right?

I need to know
when she's coming for me.

Gotcha.

There won't be any charges.
I've seen to that.

No need to thank me, Mr Jackson.

Just lucky for you
I have the right friends.

Thank you, Governor.

I don't condone what you did,
but I do understand why you did it.

Let's just hope that Harry Smith
has learned his lesson.

Yeah, well I doubt that.

Well, I'm sure
he won't harass you anymore.

As for running you off the road, just
let the police deal with that, yes?

After all, I don't want to lose
the best officer I have.

No!

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