All language subtitles for Wentworth S03 E01 - The Governor s Pleasure

Bea Smith was today sentenced

for the murder of Brayden Holt.

Absent of course
is crime patriarch, Vinnie Holt,

who collapsed and died
after the funeral of his son.

And convicted
murderer Bea Smith faced

the Supreme Court
today for sentencing,

she remained
unrepentant to the end.

Do you have anything to say

before I pass sentence?

Brayden Holt
took my daughter's life,

so I took his,
and I'd do it all again.

Smith's story has generated
massive public sympathy.

She took on and destroyed
one of Melbourne's

most feared crime families

in revenge for the death
of her daughter, Debbie.

Justice Nichols
remained unmoved,

sentencing Smith
to life without parole.

She will spend the rest
of her days behind bars.

We believe in you.

Do you have
anything to say, Bea?

Governor Ferguson,
for the last four months,

she's taken away
all of the inmate's privileges.

She's been punishing the women

for what I've done,
and it's gotta stop.

You're our hero, Bea!

You're our hero!

The Chairman of the Board

of Correctional Services
Victoria maintains

that Governor Ferguson
has their full support.

Have you read this report?

I compiled it, Mr. Chairman.

"Prisoner organised
a distraction

to steal a security card.

Prisoner accessed mail room
with stolen card

in order to steal a box cutter.

Prisoner slashed own wrists
in order to avoid cuffing.

Prisoner escaped from hospital

while undergoing
treatment for injuries."

And all of this on your watch.

I believe
the hospital is actually

outside my sphere of influence.

It was one of your officers

who was meant to be on guard.

Do I need to go on?

Since Smith's escape, I have
instituted punitive measures.

Too late!

You've lost control
of your prison.

If it wasn't
for your loyal supporter,

Mr. Channing here,
you wouldn't have a job.

Now you are on notice, Governor.

One more stuff up

and you'll be stripped
of your appointment.

Do I make myself clear?

However,
with the groundswell of support

in and out of the prison
for Bea Smith,

the question remains...

Governor?

How will Governor
Ferguson keep control?

She's back.

G'day, Di.

- What's she doing in here?
- Clothes.

- Like to watch, do you?
- Now, Smith.

That's the last time you'll
be wearing those clothes.

Might as well donate them
to someone who can use them.

Underwear.

- Getting off yet?
- Ears.

Whatever little act
of defiance you care to try,

I'd think very carefully

before you do anything
without my permission.

When are you going
to reinstate the privileges?

Arms.

Taking it out on everyone
isn't fair.

Before you get completely
carried away playing Jesus,

just spare a thought
for Liz Birdsworth.

She's rotting away in Protection
because of you.

That's fair?

Feet.

You step out of line,
there will be consequences.

You are the property
of Wentworth,

and this is my prison.

Bend over.

Give us a look, give us a look.

Oh, that is lovely, that is.
Oh, look.

See, that's the head there.

Hey, is he sucking his thumb?

Yeah, look. I don't know if
it's a boy or a girl, though.

I don't want to know.

Oh, no, it's good
to have a surprise.

How're you feeling?

Yeah, I'm good, actually,
I'm nervous.

You are gonna be fine.

I'm supposed to nominate an
alternate carer for the baby.

I wish you were still
in General.

Me too, love.

Have you heard
how Bea went today?

Nope, no idea.
No telly, no radio.

It's been months.

Everyone's that pissed off
with Ferguson.

Look, I reckon
it's gonna get ugly.

It's probably a good thing
you're in here.

Yeah, yeah,
'cause in here I've just got

the weirdoes and kiddie killers,

and out there,
people want to kill me.

Look, at least your safe, hey?

Mm.

How's Franky?

You enjoying, you perv?

Why don't you take a picture?
It lasts longer.

Creep.

- Check out the delivery.
- Yeah, cool.

Ah, what have we got,
pumpkin, chickens,

cauliflower,
and, what are they, carrots?

- Yep, carrots.
- Chickens.

Chickens.

Yeah, chickens, yeah.
Bunch of 'em.

Why?

What are you doing?

- Don't.
- Just go fishing.

- What the fuck.
- Sticking it inside.

Stick it right inside.

- Just go with me.
- It's disgusting.

- Can you feel anything?
- Um, well yeah, but...

Settle down.

I don't know,
just the giblets and shit, why?

Grab 'em.

What the fuck?

Oh...

Franky, you're
a fucking deadset genius.

The screws'll never think
of looking in there.

Well, you know,

not unless they're
into fist fucking dead chooks.

- First fucking!
- How was it for you?

Well, that's what
I love about ya,

you introduce me to all
these new experiences.

- Shut up!
- Doyle!

Governor wants a word.

Okay, good.

Bit obvious, aren't ya?
Where's your cape?

Ha.

She back? What'd she get?

- Life, without parole.
- Shit.

No wonder you look stressed.

She'll have made plans,
you know anything about them?

No, nothing.

We're not besties,
it's not like she shares.

You'll just have
to make sure she does.

- We had a deal.
- We still do.

- Really?
- Mm.

Because everything
you've given me

is either information
I already know

or would have undoubtedly found
out or was just plain untrue.

And what about
your end of the deal?

You said you'd get rid
of my competitors.

And I have.

Except for Queen Bea,
or have you forgotten

about that fat ass elephant that
just walked back in the room?

Well then it would help
your cause

if you could give me
something on her.

Yeah, and yours too.

- So?
- So...

I hear anything
I'll let you know.

And I'd watch my back
if I were you.

She seems to like
this power thing.

Are you playing me, Doyle?

Maybe we're all
playing each other.

- We finished?
- Yes, yes, we are.

I'm putting an end
to our little agreement.

You're on your own, Franky.

Bea, how'd it go?

- How's everything here?
- It's all good, it's good.

Except the girls are still
testy about their privileges.

Cindy Lou isn't happy.

Cindy Lou's never happy.
What is it this time?

You say we get time
in the kitchen,

but then as soon as
you get to court,

Franky pulled a knife.

Franky said "fuck off".
Franky called Cindy Lou a skank.

Cindy Lou is a skank.

Franky runs the kitchen,

if Cindy Lou wants
to prepare her own food,

she has to do it
outside regular mealtimes.

You know that's the deal.

But Franky told us to piss off.

Alright, well
you tell Cindy Lou

that I'll deal
with Franky, all right?

Come on.

Or is it his tummy?

Oh, hey! Do you want
to see my ultrasound?

Yeah.

Aw...

Isn't it gorgeous?

Yeah, it is.

I sent Nash a copy,
he's gonna be so rapt.

Hey, do you want a cuppa?

Oh, no, no.
I'm just gonna take a moment.

Okay, let me know
if you change your mind.

Thanks.

Oh, hey, can you tell
Franky I want to see her?

And just keep an eye
on Cindy Lou and Tina, yeah?

- Make sure there's no trouble.
- Of course.

- Hey, Bea.
- Yeah?

How'd you go this morning?

I got off.

Bea Smith
is a serious offender.

How we deal with her
will be highly scrutinised

by the public,
and by a nervous government

intent on proving
they are tough on crime.

If she shows the slightest
signs of resistance

you will come down hard on her,
understood?

Yes, Governor.

She is also
highly manipulative,

and the moment
you feel sorry for her

is the moment you know
she's using you.

Isn't that right, Mr. Jackson?

Mr. Jackson
has just returned from

four months' suspension,
courtesy of Bea Smith.

Welcome back, Mr. Jackson.

Governor.

One more thing,
the state government

has instituted a ban
on smoking in all prisons,

to be phased in over
the next 12 months.

We will not be phasing it in,
Wentworth starts today.

Is there a problem?

The women are already on edge,

we've taken away their telly,
restricted their visits,

we take away their fags...

This is government policy.
Are you suggesting we ignore it?

Smith's actions
have thrown a spotlight

on everything you do,
you can tell that

to the women as you
confiscate their cigarettes.

Yes, Governor. That'll be all,
everyone, thank you.

Look, she's asking for
trouble is all I'm saying.

Yeah, and it's our job to make
sure that there isn't any.

Ah, this is Bridget Westfall.
Will Jackson.

- G'day.
- Nice to meet you.

Ms. Westfall is
a forensic psychologist.

She's joined the staff
on a full-time basis

to run some anti-recidivism
programs with the women.

Well there's one you
won't have to worry about.

Bea Smith, life, no parole.

- When did this happen?
- Ah, this morning.

We've just returned
from the Governor's briefing.

Ah, Governor,
may I have a word please?

How can I help you,
Ms. Westnall?

Westfall.

Apparently there was
a staff briefing this morning.

Why was I excluded?

You are not my staff,
you were a Board appointment.

Technically yes,

but if I'm to function as part
of the team, I really feel...

Fine, as you wish.

I'll include you in future.
Anything else?

I should meet with Smith today,

if that's all right with you.

I wasn't aware she'd
requested to see a psych.

It is usual procedure
after a tough sentencing.

I determine procedure here,
Ms. Westfall.

Of course, but I think you might
be overlooking something.

What would that be?

The Board gave me
pretty clear KPls

on the prisoners' mental health,

I hope you don't intend
to obstruct that brief.

You can't have it both ways,
Ms. Westfall.

If you wish to be
a member of my team,

you'll be reporting to me.

Certainly. So may I proceed?

Be very cautious with Smith,
she is a manipulator.

Oh, don't worry, Governor,

it's at the forefront
of my mind.

I'm trained
to deal with all types,

even those who appear
to have their shit together.

No, I don't want to see
your fuckin' ultrasound.

Where's Red?

- You want a word?
- Yeah, have a seat.

Everything good in the kitchen?

- All good.
- Yeah?

Yeah, had a totally hilarious
tea towel fight with Booms.

Gave her an epic bruise.

It still actually
fuckin' hurts, that thing.

Oh, suck it up, princess.

No, it does.

Yeah, but Cindy Lou, though,
she's not very happy, is she?

Well tell her
she can come back.

I promise not to use
the boning knife on her.

Great, thanks.

No problem.

- Anything else?
- No.

Good. Oh, yeah, are you
still one short on the roster?

Since Kimmy got paroled, yeah.

Okay, well maybe you can
give Maxine that detail.

Nuh, we're all good, aren't we?

Oh, yeah, we're so fuckin' good.

Oh, no, it's no hassle,
I'm sure she'd love to help out.

- No.
- Sure.

- Good, and Franky?
- Mm...

It'd be a real problem for me

if the drugs coming in here
are traced back to you.

- And why would they?
- I'm just sayin'.

- Mr. Jackson, you're back.
- Smith, you're wanted.

Thanks.

Hey, Mr. Jackson.

So how you been, Mr. Jackson?

Didn't think they'd ever let you
escort me anywhere ever again.

- Come in.
- I didn't ask to see a psych.

Well you should,
you bloody need it.

I'm Bridget Westfall,
forensic psychologist.

Yeah, I know who you are.

I asked to see you in the wake
of today's sentencing.

How you feeling?

How do you think I'm feeling?

Well I'd like to hear
that from you. Take a seat.

You can say whatever you like,

nothing goes out of this room.

I know you're probably
still processing everything.

You know
for the last four months

this prison
hasn't had TV, radio,

they're bringing the cheapest
food into the kitchen,

and their education unit time's
been halved.

The Governor, she's doing this.

She's punishing everyone
in here

because of what I did,
and it's time she stopped it.

You know, the Governor's
under her own pressures.

What pressures?
What pressures?

I'm not here to talk
about the Governor.

Is that why these
measures are still in place?

Because she needs to be seen

to be doing
something by the Board?

Is that it? Is it?

We're here to talk about you.

- Is this session compulsory?
- No, it's not.

Don't get me wrong, I'm really
glad you're here, I am,

but there's plenty
of women out there

that need your help,
I'm just not one of them.

That might be true,
but you've been through

a hell of a lot lately.

You may need some
coping strategies

and it's my job
to help you with that.

It was good to meet you,
Ms. Westfall.

No way! This is bullshit!

All right, no way.
Not me durries!

Hey, hey, she's gonna
take away me smokes.

- What's going on?
- Stay out of it, Smith.

You've got half an hour
to smoke your last cigarettes

then you hand in what's left.

- Have I missed something?
- They've banned smoking.

I've gotta go
to work soon, don't I?

Then you've got five minutes,

you can thank this one for that.

Attention, compound.

Work details are
to commence in five minutes.

- Are you sure about this?
- Not really.

You know what
Ferguson said to you,

you need to be careful.

Yeah, too late to worry
about being careful.

- We all good?
- Yeah, all loaded up.

Work detail's starting,
get back to your jobs.

All right, ladies, light up.
Oh, thanks.

I said, get back to work.

Oh, sorry, Miss Bennett,

but we've been ordered
to hand in all our smokes.

- You don't smoke, Smith.
- Mm, I'm a social smoker.

See, if you spring this on us
without any warning,

then work stops until the girls
have finished all their smokes.

Return to work now.
You've been warned, Smith.

I've just been given life
without parole, Governor.

What more can you do to me?

Did you see the look
on Ferguson's face?

Yeah, thought she was
going to spit up a fur ball.

Liz.

Keep moving.

Hey, what's going on?

They're putting me
back into General.

You... You can't do that.

Out of the way, Smith.

You know what
they'll do to her.

I told you, out of the way.

No! No, they'll tear her apart.

You know that,
you can't do this.

Insubordination, slot her.

What? You can't!
No, you can't do that!

Hey, Ferguson.
Ferguson, you freak!

Maxine! Stay with her,
stay with her!

What the fuck!

Hey, Lucy, you're
in H Block, eh?

That's your cell there.

You know where the duress
button is if you need it.

Yeah, Miss Bennett.

Conway,
what are you doing here?

I live here, Governor.

I believe
you're required in Medical.

- I've already...
- Drug test.

It's alright, love,
I'll be okay.

Now, Conway.

Bea said no one touches her.

I'm sorry about the seven years,
I had to do it.

And I have to do this.

Attention compound,
this is a Code Black.

All prisoners return
to their units.

Medical assistance
required in H4.

I repeat, this is a Code Black.

That's it,
nice big step, that's it.

A little bit bigger with
this leg, nice big step.

And we're gonna
slowly turn around.

- So, how are you?
- Pretty good.

Since last week.
How are you?

Good, busy, you know how it is.

This is for you.

That's an application for
the Disability Support Pension.

You're going to need
some kind of income

when you get
discharged from here.

- Don't know...
- I'll help you fill it out.

- So, your name.
- I know that one.

- Ah, address?
- I want to see Will.

- Could you tell him?
- Sure that's what you want?

- I'll talk to him.
- Thank you.

How's Liz doing? How is she?

What happened to Liz?

She's in medical,
but she'll survive.

What sort of human being

puts another person at risk
just to prove a point?

You don't run
this prison, Smith.

I do.

Bon appétit.

- Done.
- Not quite.

Where've you been?

Looking for
a clean pair of socks.

Got blood on me other ones.

- Hey.
- What?

You shouldn't have
done that to Liz.

She's a lagger.

It was against what Bea wanted.

- Do you know how she is?
- Who cares?

Where you been, Smiles?

Governor must
be starving by now.

Miss Miles,
can I take those for you?

Thank you.

Tell the Governor, enjoy.

Too fuckin' easy.

Girls, girls.
Time to muster up.

That's Bea's orders.

Build it as high as we can.

Oi! Oi, Conway!

What's the story, Conway?

There's no story, Mr. Bakula.

I need back up over here.

Oh, there's no need,
Mr. Bakula, really.

All right, everyone step back.

Step back now!

Maybe you'd like to back off.

I said back right off!

I said back off!

Billy!

Get the gate.

- Yeah, on your way
- Sierra Five.

On your way! I really didn't
want to raise my voice.

Good on you, girls.

It's not too bad.

No, not at all, no.

- Oh shit, Liz!
- Oh, Dor.

The women have lost it.
You need to lock the door, okay?

- Jesus.
- Oh, you all right?

Yeah, I'm okay.
What's going on?

Don't worry, okay,
you'll be fine.

Dor, what's going on?
Are they after Liz?

What's going on, Dor?

I was ambushed, Mr. Channing.

- I did the best I could.
- Well it wasn't enough.

Have you seen the chairman
since the meeting?

Mm-hmm, hasn't changed his mind.

Well then I would try harder,
because I'm beginning

to wonder whether
it's even worth having an ally

on the Board if he fails
to deliver any benefits.

They think you might
have become a liability.

I won't concede.
Tell them that.

It's not looking good.

Well then it's not looking
so good for you, either.

If they move on me,
I'd be more than happy

to fill them in on that little
staffing issue at your brothels.

I'm sure it won't come to that.

Good.

Here's our favourite.

Wait here, give me
a minute with them.

- Oh, stay close.
- Hi, Mr. Jackson.

Hey, long time no see.

Okay, Maxine, want
to tell me what's going on?

The girls just felt like
a bit of a barbie, didn't we?

Beautiful day.

Come on, Max,
what's the problem?

There's no problem, Mr. Jackson.

Well there's gotta be
something you wanna talk about.

You come any closer and
someone's gonna get hurt.

- All right, okay.
- Hmm?

- Yep.
- I mean it.

All right.

You tell 'em
to get out of here, now!

- Back off.
- Now!

Back off now!
Take it easy, Max.

- You take it easy.
- Okay, okay.

Fuck off, all of you!

- That's right.
- Yeah, Maxine.

This is ours.

Sierra Four calling Sierra Two.

This is the Governor.

I'm on the exercise yard,
Governor, we have a situation.

All available officers to report

to the exercise yard
immediately.

I repeat, all available officers

to report to the exercise yard
immediately.

All available officers to report

to the exercise yard
immediately.

Sierra Four,
this is the Governor.

Sierra Two, receiving.

Shut that alarm off.
Report, please.

Fire is restricted
to the middle of the yard.

Some prisoners are armed,
no injuries at this stage.

We've retreated so as not
to escalate the situation.

It appears containable
at this stage, Governor.

- What do they want?
- They won't say, Governor.

Hold guys, hold.

Are you able to
identify who's involved?

It appears to be
H Block, Governor.

Maxine Conway is the ringleader.

Sierra Three,
this is the Governor.

Sierra Three, receiving.

What's the status
on the lockdown?

All the units are
secure, except H Block.

Who's left in H Block?

No one.

You need to call backup.

If these women want to burn all
their personal possessions

- then let them.
- Joan...

There is no violence,
no one is injured.

I'm not calling in SESG.

You'll have to,
the Board will find out anyway.

Then I will know who told them.

What's going on?
Get back to your units.

Get back to your units.
Assistance! Assistance!

Help! Help!

Help! Help! No, no, no!

No! No!

Someone's out there.

This is a really
stupid thing you're doing...

They've got a guard,
I think it's Miss Bennett.

Is she all right?

The prison's in lockdown.

The Governor
will call in the SESG.

What the hell are they up to?

Put it down.

What are you
trying to achieve, anyway?

Whatever you're trying to do,
it's going to end badly.

If you let me go now,
I will vouch for you!

Shut up!

Where are we going?

Oi, where do you
think you're going?

We've got a food delivery
to bring in.

It'll have to wait,
we're in lockdown.

Come on, Smiles.

Back off, Doyle,
I'm not in the mood.

Well look, it's sitting
there in the sally port.

- The meat's gonna go off...
- Yeah, I don't care.

The place is in lockdown,
no one goes anywhere.

- There's money in it for ya.
- I still don't care.

If you're so worried about
this delivery of yours,

maybe you should
have told your mates

not to start burning their
gear in the yard.

Sierra 6 report to
the surveillance room. Over.

Roger that.

Keep an eye
on this one, will ya?

What are you gonna do?

- Fuck, Franks.
- I know, all right. Shut up!

What happened?

Queen Bea, that's
what fucking happened.

- Still no demands?
- No, Governor.

Maintain your presence there.

They'll get bored eventually,
when they do you can move in.

Copy that.

You're taking a hell of a risk.

I know it's contained,
but if someone gets injured

and you haven't
called for back-up.

Kitchen's secured, Governor,

but there are still
prisoners missing from H Block.

Joan, listen,
you need to call for back up.

I will talk to the Board...

What's happened to this feed?

Where is this?
They're spraying the cameras.

H Block corridor, lower level
stairway, admissions corridor.

This fire is a diversion,
they're after something else.

Ferguson.

Ferguson, ya fuckin' freak.
Answer me.

This is the Governor.

We're outside
the slot, have a look.

Bring that up on one.

What do you want?

We got Vinegar Tits,
open the door

or we start fucking with her.

Zoom it up.

To whom am I speaking?

Don't try that shit with me.

The management
unit is in lockdown,

I'm not able to open that door.

You got a phone, use it.

Tell the screws in there
to open the fuckin' door

and then fuck off
out of there now.

All right. I will need some time

to speak with
the officers inside.

You got two minutes.

Miss Miles, round up
all available officers.

Send a group
to the admissions corridor,

another one
to the kitchen stairs.

Take the prisoners
from two directions.

And be ruthless,
no one gets away.

Yes, Governor.

You know you can put
a stop to this now.

You know you don't
have a chance.

The SESG...

Now what're you going
to tell the Board?

That my officers
had the situation

under control the entire time.

Ferguson.

The situation
is about to be resolved.

A little more patience, please.

- Oh, really?
- That is correct.

They've disabled the doors.
The officers can't get to them.

Have a look at the monitor.

- Jesus Christ.
- Time's up, Freak.

Open the door
or Vinegar Tits gets it.

No.

- Last chance.
- No?

Open the fuckin' door,
or we will inject her.

What the hell are you doing?

I will not give
in to these demands.

- You listen to me.
- For God's sake.

You will return to your units...

This is Derek Channing,

General Manager
of this facility.

Officers in the Isolation Unit,
go to emergency channel.

Yes, sir.

Open the gates,
leave your keys and go.

Do not make any move that puts

Miss Bennett's life at risk,
am I clear?

Yes, sir.

Joan.

- Bea?
- Here.

- Bea?
- I'm here!

Bea, we've got
ourselves a friend.

Lock her in here.

- Come on.
- Come on.

I'm overruling you.
Make that call.

I think you're forgetting
something, Mr. Channing.

I won't be calling the SESG,
and neither will you.

Sierra Two, this is Sierra Four.

This is the Governor.

The women want to speak to you.

What do they want?

They want to speak to you.

- Mr. Jackson.
- Governor.

Bea! Bea! Bea!

Well?

You haven't
called in the squad.

You don't know I haven't.

And let the world know you've
lost control of this place?

It was never gonna happen.

I can put a stop to this now.
Tell the women to back off,

put down their weapons,
send them back to their units.

Or we can just stay here
and hang out

until you're forced to call
the squad.

It's up to you.

What do you want?

No repercussions for
anyone involved here today.

And anything that affects
the women in the future,

you run it by me first.

You don't run this prison.

I do.