FERGUSON: You were very lucky
to have that transgender person there to help.
- You know her name is Maxine. - Are you OK?
Thanks so much for what you did.
Bates's gear for Franky isn't all it's cracked up to be.
There is a bad stash of gear coming into the prison.
It's called pink dragon.
- What do you want? - A hit.
Junkies never change, do they?
You talk about these women being a family
and then you pump 'em full of crap gear.
Arggh!
How is this fair?
I'm the victim here.
- Who's that? - Vera told me so much about you.
Ms Ferguson's kindly brought us some dinner.
Be a damn sight better than what you've been feeding me.
You idiot.
FERGUSON: She'll be up for at least another seven years.
Is that how you look after your friends?
We've got a code black in H4.
This is the same pink shit I confiscated from H2.
Well, you obviously didn't find it all, did you?
SONG: ♪ You don't know me
♪ When I don't know you
♪ You don't know me
♪ When I don't know you
♪ You're calling me in
♪ And you're catching me out
♪ You're calling me in
♪ And you're catching me out
♪ You're calling me in
♪ And you're catching me out
♪ You don't know me
♪ When I don't know you. ♪
FERGUSON: They need to see this.
I had a contract with these prisoners and they broke it.
You're punishing everyone for the actions of one or two.
Exactly.
Look at them, Vera.
It's the herd mentality that drives these women.
And if we show an ounce of weakness...
...the herd will sense it.
(GRUNTS)
I'm here as your peer worker, Franky.
Make sure you're alright.
Oh! Fuck me.
I hope you're happy with yourself.
Yeah, I'm pumped.
Check it out. Ahhh!
You hear what Ferguson did to the garden?
She took a bobcat to it.
The shed, everything. It's all gone.
She's a Nazi bitch.
No, you're the bitch.
You're responsible, Franky. Nash. The magpie.
You. You wrecked everything.
Ooh, not feeling loved up here, Dors.
You gotta work on your peer shit.
Fuck being a peer worker and fuck you.
You've ruined everything
for your own selfish bloody purposes.
Didn't hear you complaining
when I got you free time with lover boy.
- Everything OK, ladies? - We're as sweet as pie, Mr J.
Isn't that right, Dors?
OK then, Franky.
Holiday's over.
(INMATES YELL)
You'd love him, Bea.
He's...
Well, he's my saviour.
This is the first time he's visited, though, yeah?
Well, he's busy. With work.
He travels a lot.
I just really wish you could meet him. He'd like you.
You never actually told me what happened between you two.
Nice do, Maxie.
A word?
- I'm sorry about Simmo. - No, you're not.
I mightn't have liked the slag, but it was a shitty way to go.
It was your crap gear that did it.
What Simmo did, she did to herself.
Just want to make sure we're sweet.
Oh, really? You know I found her, Franky.
The needle was still sticking out of her arm...
- I don't wanna hear it, Red. - ..your pink crap still in it.
The pink crap was still in it?
She hadn't finished the whole hit before it killed her.
You sure it was pink?
Hey, boob cosies.
(CHUCKLES) You can have 'em when I leave.
- Cool! - Make a bikini.
Yeah, I'd look good in a bikini.
- Oh, you're back. - Get the fuck over here.
Did you sell some of the pink dragon?
What? Nah, I never.
Look at my face, Booms. I don't fuckin' believe you.
That shit hadn't been cut yet.
I did what you told me to do. Hid it in me cell.
- You gave some to Simmo. - I never.
Then you sold it to someone who gave it to Simmo.
I didn't!
- She's telling the truth. - How the fuck would you know?
I was here when Fletch tossed the cell, right?
He found the gear in her mattress. She hadn't opened it.
So how did Simmo get her hands on it?
How do you know she did?
'Cause I fuckin' know.
- Maybe Fletcher sold it to her. - What?
Well, he's been a bit grumpier than normal, hasn't he?
I wouldn't be a bit surprised if he was bent.
Oh, Jesus wept.
- You clean it. - Stuff that.
I've had enough of this shit.
One of these delicate flowers can do it.
Here we go. Goldilocks.
- I've got a job for you. - I've got a visitor.
Not for 20 minutes you haven't, mate.
Plenty of time to mop up this spew.
I don't really want to smell of vomit.
I don't give a flying fig.
You'll mop it up or I'll write you up a charge.
- Oh, Fletch! - I've got a visitor.
I'll can your visit, Conway, OK? Is that clear?
- Unless you mop this up now. - I'll do it afterwards, OK?
- You take the fuckin' mop... - Fletch!
Oh, Jesus Christ!
Is that all you got, Hollywood, huh?
Get off the fuckin' floor and take the mop!
I will take care of this! Just go away.
- Go! - (MAXINE WHIMPERS)
Pussies.
Hey.
Can I help?
Do... Do you mind if I...
I'm not very good at putting on make-up.
Yep.
Thank you.
It was self-defence.
You stuck a garden fork in a man's genitals, Francesca.
Yeah, that's the bit I was defending myself from.
This is an act that suggests
a certain level of intentional malice.
Good.
And you assert that he was going to rape you
in the garden shed, is that right?
The fuckin' penthouse suite was taken, wasn't it?
Mr Bates says that you came on to him.
I don't eat sausage.
I'm a vagitarian.
- And what does that mean? - (LAUGHS) Oh, fuck.
(CHATTER)
Hey, Maxie.
How you going? You OK?
You look... You look great.
It's really good to see you.
Martin, what's wrong?
Why are you here? Has something happened to Gary?
No. Sit.
- They won't let Gary visit. - Why?
Hey, sis! How are you?
- Oh! - Good to see ya.
It's good to see you.
Yeah, look at you. You're looking good.
- I'm feeling good too. - Yeah?
NA's keeping me on the straight and narrow.
Oh, that's deadly, sis. You know, I'm so happy for ya.
I freaked when you called.
I mean, shit, Dor.
Yeah.
Martin, I need to see him.
I mean, they haven't let me call him.
I need to explain to him why it happened the way it did.
I mean, I need to tell him...
I need to tell him I love him.
Well, I can do that for ya.
No, I need to tell him myself!
Gary has been head-hunted.
He's got a big project starting in New Zealand.
He won't be back for months.
Not until the trial.
I need to see him before he goes.
Hey, he never deserved you.
Maxie, the way he treated you.
You're too bloody good for that brother of mine.
(WHIMPERS)
No reasonable person is going to believe
you were justified in castrating a man.
Well, they don't have to believe it.
The only question to be asked
is whether the accused believed upon reasonable grounds
whether it was necessary in self-defence
to do what he or she did.
Zecevic versus DPP, 1987.
Thanks so much for doing this.
I'm sorry about all the crap I put you through.
- No, you're right. - No, true.
You were really good to me and Kaiya.
Not everyone sees things the same way.
LAWYER: Well, aren't you the smart one?
You know what?
- What? - You're sacked.
- You'll regret this. - I'm scared.
VERA: Alright, hair.
Give it a good shake.
OK, mouth.
Wide.
OK. Bend over.
OK, part your cheeks.
That's it.
Put your T-shirt on.
What's in the bank, Dors?
Nothing.
I'll stand here all day if I have to.
Let Boomer go fishing?
- It's not drugs. - Oi, Booms!
Alright! Alright.
- BOOMER: What? - Get us a cuppa, will ya?
- BOOMER: Get it yourself. - Can you at least turn around?
It's not like I haven't seen your janey before.
Oh, for...
- Well? - OK.
I'm late.
And I've been crook.
(CHUCKLES) Didn't you use protection?
- Piss off. - Preggers, are ya?
I don't know. That's why I got it.
Well, you'd better hope the Grim Reaper doesn't find out.
Your hesitation cost you.
You have the instinct and the desire.
What you lack is the ability to follow through.
- My opponent lost his balance. - That made him vulnerable.
Why did you stop?
It was the sporting thing to do.
It was the weak thing to do.
The time to strike is when he is on his knees.
A lesser opponent will rise up
if you give them the slightest opportunity.
You must be ruthless.
You wanted to see me, Governor?
Yes, Vera.
We need to get to the bottom of this garden contraband racket,
and to be perfectly honest... I am stuck.
Why don't you personally take charge of that investigation?
I'm giving you a full mandate
to do whatever it takes to pin Doyle for it.
We both know she was behind it.
It's important that we make an example of her.
- Just get someone to talk. - The women won't lag.
Well then, you will find another way.
Just bring me proof.
Is there a problem?
Time to step up, Vera.
I'm giving you a chance to prove yourself.
Come on, help me here. I believe in you.
You just need to believe in yourself.
Thank you, Governor.
-Come on.
Come on. Open up. Open up.
Mum, I...
Hey, I had a good day at work today.
I think Joan's starting to trust me more.
Joan?
The governor, you remember? She bought us tea.
She lets me call her that.
She's given me a very important job.
You'll fail. You always do.
OK, come on, gotta eat something.
- I'm in terrible pain. - I know. I...
You're not due another morphine shot till midnight.
You've always been a disappointment to me, Vera.
Even as a little girl you never had much spirit.
I think that was because you were...
What was it they used to call you, Vera?
Were you... The kids at school?
I don't remember, Mum.
Stinky Pants. Was that it?
After you wet yourself at show and tell.
I could still hear them when I'd pick you up from school.
"Here comes Vera Stinky Pants."
Stinky Pants! Stinky Pants! (LAUGHS)
- (COUGHS) - Oh, Mum!
- (WHEEZES) - Mum, no, sit up.
Come on, try and sit up.
Why are you putting me through this, Vera?
I am trying to take care of you.
No, you're not!
- Stop the pain! - I can't. I can't.
For God's sake, stop it!
I don't know what to do, Mum!
Do something!
Something! Something!
How's Goldilocks?
What is your problem with Maxine?
I don't have a problem with him, Vera,
as long as he does as he's told.
(CHATTER)
Hey, I noticed your cell door was closed all morning.
A heads up, the women don't really like that.
You want to talk about it?
Well, I'm gonna be here for the next, oh, 12 years,
so if you change your mind...
Whoa, hey.
Might want to give that one another wash, eh?
OK, that's lunch.
Oh, right on cue.
You right? Come on.
Come on, Dor.
Not you, Doyle.
So, we both know you were behind the drop box in the garden shed.
How's your mum, Ms Bennett?
Boomer's looking at some serious drug charges.
The word is she's in a bad way.
So you're really gonna let her take the fall?
(SIGHS)
- Boomer's a scapegoat. - She's your scapegoat.
It wasn't me and it wasn't Booms.
You ask me, it was one of the officers.
- Is that the best you've got? - It's pretty good.
That Walford guard, Steve, he was smuggling shit in,
leaving it in the shed for one of his mates to pick up.
The contraband was found in Boomer's cell.
It was planted there once the shit hit the fan.
That's not gonna wash.
From what I hear, the officer found it in no time.
Practically went straight to where it was stashed.
Like he knew it was there.
You seen Mr Fletcher lately?
Does he look like he's been using?
Hm.
You're all no different to us.
You just wear a fancy uniform.
Go to lunch.
I am sorry about your mum, Ms Bennett.
He cut my hair off, Bea.
Gary?
I mean, he paid for the surgery.
He told me if that's what I wanted,
he'd support me 100%.
My shrink warned me.
Gary was more interested in me as a cross-dressing gay man.
I said, "I'm not gay.
"I'm a woman, and I always have been."
Bea, I had this fantasy
I was going to emerge from the chrysalis like a butterfly.
Turns out Gary preferred his butterfly with a cock.
One night I woke up and...
He was hacking my hair off with some scissors.
Before I knew it, I'd...
...I'd grabbed them and I stabbed him.
My hair, I had to shave it off.
That's why I wear this wig.
If I could just see him for five minutes,
that's all I'd need to make him understand.
(SCREAMING)
It's my veins!
WILL: Medical assistance in the dining room, please.
RADIO: Copy that.
It's alright, Marge. Marge, we've got this.
Can you call Medical,
tell them I'm bringing down a prisoner, Marge Novak.
Marge, listen to me. Marge, are you hep C positive?
- (MARGE WHIMPERS) - OK.
You need to come down with me, get cleaned up.
Well done, Max.
Don't let her bleed on the food!
It's gonna be alright.
There you go. That'|| do until you get to the staff room.
- Thanks, Rose. - You're welcome.
Alright.
Alright, any cuts on your hands at all?
Let me look.
- Hey, Rose. - Yeah?
Where do you want me to put these contaminated clothes?
Just dump them in the basket there.
I'll put 'em through the laundry.
Hey, how's Novak?
It was her varicose veins, and she's also haemophiliac.
It's... (CLEARS THROAT) ..a bit on the small side.
Looks good.
OK, your turn.
Pop these on and throw your clothes in the basket for me.
Thanks very much.
Any cuts on your hands at all? Let me have a look.
Yeah, sorry, this is a little too small for you.
So, you lied when you said that.
I can tell by the smell, the fabric softener.
(PHONE RINGS)
It's Maxine.
Listen, I really need to see you again.
I've called in the SESG
to conduct a formal search of all prison officers.
A search of the officers?
I asked you to get to the bottom of the garden shed drop box
and pin Franky Doyle for it.
There's another line of investigation.
Not conduct an operation on your colleagues.
I do understand that.
A security search reflects very poorly on my staff and on me.
It is not my intention to embarrass you.
Then explain to me why you've completely ignored my order.
I'm doing exactly what you ordered.
I have reason to suspect Mr Fletcher
of smuggling in the contraband from Walford.
(RADIO CHATTER)
RADIO: I have contact now.
What's going on?
What are you doing in my locker?
Ms Bennett has brought in the SESG
to conduct a search of the staff.
They're amino acids.
In daily portions.
Ms Bennett?
(SPEAKS INAUDIBLY)
Mr Fletcher, the SESG are going to test that material
for illicit substances.
What?
I have to ask you to leave the premises
until the matter's resolved.
I told you, they're bloody amino acids.
- You need to leave, Mr Fletcher. - Yeah.
- LIZ: Dor? - Yeah?
Hey! Here she is. I missed you at lunch.
- You must be crook. - Yeah.
Heard about you spewing in the pillow case.
Yeah, that was a little gift for C Block.
We brought you some dry biscuits.
Oh, no, don't.
If you're that crook, go see the nurse.
I don't need to.
Oh, my God, Dors, you're preggers?
- Dor! - Sneaky little bugger!
With Nash, eh?
Shhh!
Are you OK with it? Are you alright?
Well. I want a baby more than anything,
but I just don't want to bring it up in here.
Oh, no, well, Kaiya was alright, wasn't she?
- Well, did you tell anyone else? - Franky.
- What? - She made me tell.
We have to keep it a secret. We can't tell anyone.
Oh, Dor, we can't keep it a secret.
You are gonna get huge.
Just for a couple of months, just till Nash gets out.
I don't want this to stuff up his parole.
Oh, love. Oh, my God!
(LAUGHTER)
VERA: There you go.
OK, that's it.
Oh! No, not enough.
Mum, it's the maximum dose. Any more is dangerous.
- Pain. - Just give it a minute.
(MOANS)
(CONTINUES MOANING)
(CRIES OUT)
(SOBS)
(WAILS)
Vera!
Vera, why are you doing this to me?
(RITA'S VOICE ECHOES)
(RITA CRIES OUT)
Vera!
(RITA'S VOICE ECHOES)
Shut up.
RITA: Useless!
Shut up.
Vera!
Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up!
Shut up. SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!
SHUT UP!
(PHONE RINGS)
It's Governor Ferguson.
Governor, yes?
The lab results came back
on the suspicious powder found in Mr Fletcher's locker.
Right.
It's a common amino acid supplement.
Biologically dubious, but perfectly legal.
I am extremely disappointed, Vera.
You have really let me down.
- I'm sorry. - Yes.
Well, I'm not the only one you should be apologising to.
We'll speak tomorrow.
I am so sorry. I don't know what I was thinking.
Franky Doyle planted a seed
about you smuggling in the contraband...
WOMAN: Matt, I got you a freshy.
Vera. Not your mum, is it?
Sorry.
- MILES: What was all that about? - FLETCH: Don't know, don't care.
- MILES: Oh, come on. - (LAUGHTER)
Sorry, Marge.
Hey, you feeling alright?
It's my veins.
Bloody hell, they go and then they bleed and bleed.
I'd die every time, but they gave me a little pill.
It's a miracle. It's a miracle pill.
It stops the blood.
Makes it thicker.
I tell you, it's a miracle drug.
I'd die every time but... (SPEAKS POLISH)
- What did you say? - Haemo.
Haemophilia.
Yes, I know that, but what did you say before?
They upped my dose.
Might have bled to death, eh?
So the drugs stop the bleeding?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, stopped it, love.
Bloody miracle, eh?
What are you up to?
I hope you feel better soon, Marge.
Governor called me this morning. My suspension's been lifted.
Oh.
About... About last night.
Are we OK?
Yeah, sure.
Fletch.
Hey, I'm taking a pi... You right?!
Get the fuck out, mate!
Think you're pretty fuckin' clever, don't you?
- Can you open my door, please? - Why?
You in fear for your safety, are you?
I've got a fuckin' reputation to think of.
I don't give a fuck about your reputation. You crapped on mine.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Start talking or I'll choke you out.
You're a bent screw and I know it.
- Bullshit. - You sold that gear to Simmo.
You know fuck all. You idiot!
I'm going to make your pathetic life hell.
I'm in prison. It's already hell.
- It's a fuckin' holiday camp. - Ha!
You must have gone to some fucked-up camps as a kid.
- Yap, yap, yap, Doyle. - (KNOCKING)
Hey. What's going on in here?
What is going on?
- Are you alright? - Yeah.
- What was that about? - Nothing.
Fuckin' Fletch.
I'm gonna get that prick.
You're on.
Come on, love. You've gotta start eating something.
I can't. I've only just stopped...
LIZ: I'm fussing 'cause I love ya.
You've got to have something. I'll eat it if you don't.
Oi, Fletcher's coming.
Can I have a form?
LIZ: Come on, try that. It's fine.
- I need the form, in there! - Oh, right.
(ALARM SOUNDS)
Hey, what's going on?
MAN ON RADIO: Sierra 7 calling Sierra 5.
Panic alarm in the kitchen. Panic alarm in the kitchen.
Sierra 5, copy that. I'm on my way.
(ALARM CONTINUES)
Check it out!
- (LAUGHS) - She's got vinegar tits!
(LAUGHTER)
Vinegar tits! (LAUGHS)
Vinegar tits!
'Cause she's got vinegar on her tits!
And you can see 'em!
(LAUGHTER)
- Let go of me! - Just relax!
(LAUGHTER CONTINUES)
...pressure and keep the swelling down.
You can take it off to shower.
(LAUGHTER ECHOES)
RITA: Stinky Pants. Stinky Pants.
Stinky Pants, Stinky Pants, Stinky Pants.
(RITA LAUGHS) Stinky Pants Stinky Pants.
Vera!
What's that smell?
It's vinegar.
Oh, Vera.
Vera, Vera, Vera.
The prisoners...
There's no point looking to the prisoners for blame.
What do you expect from them?
They smell weakness, of course they're going to attack.
It's as instinctive as breathing.
I think it might be best if you took some time off.
You're too distracted.
Your mother's illness, it's taken away your focus.
Ms Miles can assume your responsibilities.
I guess I was wrong about you.
You're just not up to it, are you?
Go home, Vera.
Take care of your mother.
I was thinking of fixing up my place on the weir.
The water's back on now so the fishing's pretty good.
Reddies, a few trout.
- Bloody carp. - It sounds nice.
It's a little one called Royal Wharf.
I'll take you up there if you like.
I could teach you how to fly fish, eh?
- You OK, Vera? - Fuck off, Linda.
Look, I'm telling you,
that drink machine stole two bucks off me.
I put it in and I pressed the button and nothing came out.
(CHATTER)
(DISTURBING MUSIC)
MAN ON P.A.: Visiting hours are now over.
Thank you.
Oi, where's your pass?
Um, it's here somewhere.
Come on, mate, you're holding everyone up.
Sorry.
Look, hey, move. Move over here. Find it.
Sorry.
(ECHOING) Sorry.
Maxine?
Maxine!
Will!
Will, it's Conway!
It's Conway! Stop her!
Conway!
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
Please let me go!
Let me go, let me go, please!
Please!
(MAXINE SOBS)
Ms Bennett?
Can I have my wig back?
No.
Please.
If you wanted your wig, you shouldn't have thrown it away.
Didn't see you at lunch today, Red.
Wasn't hungry.
You're not preggers, are ya?
You thinking about becoming a doctor?
Why not? You're thinking about becoming a lawyer.
Yeah, good luck with that.
Hey, Smiles. It's nice to see you back.
No thanks to you.
You must have kissed somebody's arse.
No prizes for guessing whose.
- What do you want? - Bit of dirt.
Plenty of that in the garden now, all for free.
- Oh! - Usual arrangement?
- Mm-hm. - Who do you want the dirt on?
Fletcher.
- He's as clean as they come. - Bullshit.
The gear he found in Boomer's cell, he scored some.
- Says who? - Says me.
- Didn't happen. - How do you know that?
Because I saw what he found right after he tossed the cell.
- So he got into it after that. - He didn't have a chance to.
Handed the whole package to the governor.
To Ferguson?
No fuckin' way.
That's what I saw, Franky.
Make sure the money's in by Friday.
I wanna make a night of it.
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
- Yes? - Governor, Franky Doyle.
- Thank you, Mr Jackson. - Thanks, Mr J.
If this is about the lawyer that you've dismissed,
I'm afraid you've burnt that bridge.
Good. I'd rather rep myself.
Because you're so much smarter than everyone else?
I hope you don't overestimate your knowledge of the law.
I don't claim to be an expert.
But I do know an indictable of fence when I see one.
Take Simmo's death, for instance.
No, you've lost me.
How is suicide an indictable of fence?
Trafficking a drug of dependence.
15 years for a commercial quantity.
That knowledge will come in very handy for you one day.
- (CHUCKLES) - Why did you want to see me?
I know who sold Simmo the gear.
- Who? - You.
- And how do you know that? - Prima facie evidence.
The gear that you had possession of ended up in Simmo's veins.
- And you can prove this? - Maybe.
Or, um...
Maybe you could return the gear to its rightful owner
and I can forget it.
You're very sure of yourself.
I like that.
But you have a tendency to overplay your hand.
I could always ring the ombudsman.
Make a shitload of noise.
Are we done?
I think we are done.
How'd you know it was suicide?
You said it was suicide.
Maybe it was an accidental OD.
Simone Slater had a history of drug abuse.
I'm sure she knew exactly what she was doing.
Then why wasn't there any blood in the syringe?
She should have drawn blood into the syringe,
make sure she was in a vein.
- Every junkie knows that. - How do you know she didn't?
Because the gear left in the needle was pink, not red.
So she didn't inject herself.
Someone gave her a hot shot.
You know, if you really want to play detective, Doyle...
...| have a far more interesting mystery for you.
How do you think we knew exactly where the drugs were stashed?
You should be less concerned with how Simmo expired
and more worried about the fact
that... you have an informer in your ranks.
SONG: ♪ Broken glass is thrown away
♪ Splinters left become your pain
♪ Funny how trouble won't fade away
♪ What's in your veins stays in your veins
♪ I try not to break
♪ But sometimes it's more than I can take
♪ Blood is thicker than water, they say
♪ But I've tried to wash my blood away
♪ Funny how those scars don't leave a trace
♪ The ones that leave that deepest pain
♪ I try not to break
♪ But sometimes it's more than I can take. ♪