- You're William Jackson? - Yeah.
Michael Mears. Homicide Squad. Can I talk to you outside?
- About what? - The murder of Harry Smith.
I thought you were out.
- What happened? - I'm sorry, love.
It's just better you don't come here.
It doesn't cost anything to reinstate privileges.
And you can phase in the smoking ban gradually,
give the women a chance to adjust.
Agreed.
TINA: Cindy Lou says, "OK, big order.
- "Better not fuck up." - Alright.
What did I say about Liz?
You knew that you should stay away from her
but you didn't, did you?
Help me, Franky. Stop her. Stop her. No, no, no!
(SCREAMS)
- Why didn't you stop her? - I couldn't.
If I find out you're bringing drugs into this prison,
it won't be just your hands going into that steam press.
- Governor. - That's not mine!
Slot her.
That's bullshit! That's not mine!
WILL: Enough of that. Come on, let's go.
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. ♪
Girls are getting pretty shitty, Franks.
They want their gear or their money back.
FRANKY: I'm not a fuckin' magician, am I?
Tell 'em to wait. I'll sort something.
They don't trust you, Franky. They think you screwed up.
I didn't know Jodes was gonna fuck me over, did I?
(YELPS)
You owe Cindy Lou.
And she's not happy.
I told her I'll get the gear.
Cindy Lou wants it now.
Well, I don't have it. Tell her to be patient.
You honour your contract...
...or die.
I'll get the gear.
Just tell her to give me a couple of days.
(SPEAKS TAGALOG)
One hour.
Hey, can I have a puff?
Do you want me to fuckin' call Lucy?
- I want... - You shut your fuckin' mouth!
Shut up! Give me a smoke!
(WOMAN MOCKS) "| just want a fuckin' smoke!"
Hey, hey! Can you guys stop bickering?
Go and do something else, yeah?
It's like being in a high school yard.
Bea, have you thought about
talking to the new counsellor again?
I don't need to.
You fought hard to get her here.
You might as well take advantage of her yourself.
You've been through so much, love.
I'm fine. Alright?
(GATE BUZZES AND CLICKS)
Ms Miles, hey, uh,
I was wondering if Mr Jackson's started work yet?
-Why? "(SIGHS)
I'm asking nicely.
I thought we had an understanding.
He'll be in Admissions in an hour.
Thank you.
Oi! Heard you scored.
I need the gear.
(WHISPERS) Desperation looks good on you.
- It's kinda hot. - Fuck off.
You'll get it back as soon as I get a delivery.
Oh, you're gonna have to tempt me with something else.
- A value-add. - Like what?
Fuck off!
LUCY: It's either that or pay top whack.
- How much? - Triple.
- Forget it. - Your loss.
Alright.
You'll get the cash. Just meet me in H2.
Sweet. I'll bring the strap-on just in case.
(WHISPERS) Pig.
Thanks.
I really don't like counsellors.
You know, they always want to pry into your personal stuff.
- Give her a chance. - (GROANS)
Right. Thanks for coming, everybody.
Good to see lots of new faces.
I thought today we'd kick off by talking about the riot.
Heard it was a doozy.
Oh, I'm sorry. You're all expecting a lecture.
OK, I'm not a screw.
You guys need to release the pressure, and I get that.
Bet the clean-up was a pain in the arse, though.
(ALL CHUCKLE)
I want us to be up-front with each other.
- No bullshit. - I need to speak to Boomer.
- What for? - Do you want to take a chair?
Nuh. Come on.
Where's my cash? The rest of my money, where is it?
Oh, I...| spent it.
Don't bullshit me. I asked you to hide it, so where is it?
Well, I figured you owed me one,
so I bought some chocolate from C Block, eh.
You know, for the... for the pain.
I don't have time for this.
Cindy Lou is arcing up and I need to buy some gear.
- Yeah? - Mmm.
- So where's my cash? - Up my arse.
(MOUTHS SILENTLY)
Fuck!
(SIGHS)
(LAUGHS)
Well, that sucks. I was hoping you'd have to put out.
- Where's the gear? - Money first.
- Just give it to me. - Come on, money.
Get off!
Shut up.
Don't move.
Shhh.
Where is it?
Ahh!
Give me the fucking gear.
Fuck! Just give me the fucking gear.
I've banked it. Wanna go fishing?
Hell no. I've got standards.
You can't afford standards, Franky. Not anymore.
Give my love to Cindy Lou.
See ya, Franky.
-Hi, Bea.
- You're in trouble. - (LAUGHS) You reckon, Batman?
Well, if you need help...
How are you gonna help me?
You're part of the problem.
You're the reason why I'm in this shit.
Really?
I'm still offering.
Nuh.
Fuck off.
FRANKY: Yeah, I'm looking forward to seeing you too.
Hey, there's something I need you to do.
I need some cash.
Nah, I need you to bring it in today.
As much as you can get. Kimmy, it's important.
I don't give a fuck. Just fuckin' do it.
I'm sorry, yeah?
I just really need you to do it.
(SPEAKS TAGALOG)
She says it's not enough.
Well, explain to her that we're playing it safe.
We need to give her body time
to build up a tolerance to the methadone.
(SPEAKS TAGALOG)
Hey! Move along or I'll slot you.
(SPEAKS TAGALOG)
Is he here?
(KNOCKS) Hey, Mr Jackson.
I just wanted to know what happened with the police.
Can you keep your voice down, please?
OK, well, what'd they want to talk to you about?
They had to eliminate me from the investigation.
Why would they think you were involved?
I don't know - maybe because I was there
when you blew Brayden Holt's head off.
- (DOOR OPENS) - Smith.
What are you doing?
Talking.
- Get a move on. - (DOOR CLOSES)
- What did she want? - Uh, changes to the roster.
I told her to go see Vera.
I would have thought under the present circumstances
that you'd be giving Smith... a wide berth.
Yes, Governor.
I just want to concentrate on my work.
Fuck you look good.
- Missed you. - Yeah, I missed you too.
Hey, did you bring the cash?
Yeah. Yeah.
How much?
80 bucks.
Hey, it's all I've got till next week.
Cool.
- What's happened? - Nothing. Doesn't matter.
I didn't expect...
There's things I need to know. Sit down.
- Liz, you know the rules. - Yeah.
- I saw you. You were out. - Yeah.
You had the chance to come and see us,
to try and make things better, but you didn't.
- Don't you want to be our mum? - Of course I do, love...
So, why didn't you contact us when you got out?
- I tried. - Bullshit!
I went to the house. I spoke to Kay.
- She would have said. - I did, love. I swear.
You know, I guess I shouldn't be surprised.
Eight years and you never even sent us a letter.
Yeah, but your dad told me not to write.
So Why'd you listen to him?
Because I wanted to do what was right for you and Artie.
I have never stopped thinking about you...
- You're a liar! - Quiet, please.
Sweetheart,
have you been drinking?
Is that all you've got to say?
I can smell it.
You do not get to lecture me about drinking!
If you don't calm down,
I'm going to have to ask you to leave, you got that?
Sophie, you remember what happened
the night outside that pub?
When you drink, love, you're vulnerable.
No, when I drink, I forget that my mum ruined my life.
(TEARFULLY) Oh, sweetheart!
Oh, God, you haven't forgotten a second of it.
Look at you, for God's sake...
Soph, I'm sorry.
- Shit day, huh, Liz? - (SIGHS)
(|_Iz SOBS)
Oh, God. (SNIFFS)
I'm sorry for being such a bloody sook.
I heard what she said.
I don't even know why I'm crying.
Like... it's not like it's a surprise.
You know, I mean, I know what I've done to my kids.
I'm sure you didn't mean to hurt them, Liz.
Oh, God, I would do anything
to change what happened, but I can't.
And the only thing I can do is try and stop Soph
from making the same bloody mistakes that I made.
Well, why don't you try giving her a call tomorrow?
Yeah. Yeah, I will.
You're a good man, Mr Jackson.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER P.A.)
(DOOR SLAMS SHUT)
Linds. Give us the stuff.
Cindy Lou wants privacy.
(SPEAKS TAGALOG)
She's ready to collect now.
(SPEAKS TAGALOG)
This is not enough.
Cindy Lou thinks you take the piss.
The rest is on its way. I've got some cash.
(SPEAKS TAGALOG)
We're going to teach you a lesson now.
(SPEAKS TAGALOG)
You wanna fuckin' have a go? Let's go!
Come on!
Put that down, Doyle. Put it down, now.
We're just mucking around.
If I have to ask again, you'll be charged.
- Alright, chill the fuck out. - I beg your pardon.
You happy?
OK, all of you, out. Back to your units. Now.
Looks like I just saved you from a beating.
I can take care of myself.
If you can't keep control of the kitchen,
we can easily put someone else in charge.
Stop trying to be a hard-arse, Vera. It doesn't suit ya.
You're very close to a charge.
- For what? - Verbal abuse of an officer.
- And what'd I say? - You know what you said.
What, 'fuck'? Surprised you know what that is.
Alright.
- You're coming with me. - Good.
'Cause I'm freezing my vinegar tits off.
You have been charged with verbal abuse of an officer.
Have you anything to say?
She's had a sense of humour bypass.
Did you guys get a bulk deal?
I will notify the parole board
so they can spike your application.
I know my rights. You can't cancel my hearing.
Well, there's no point asking for parole
with a charge hanging over your head.
Don't worry, an extra six months with us isn't that long to wait.
I'm sure it'll... fly by.
Come on, Doyle. Let's go.
Hey, we didn't get a chance to chat.
Yeah, I'm gutted.
You're Franky Doyle, aren't you?
- Yeah. - I've heard a lot about you.
Why don't you come and see me?
What's in it for me?
Well, you're up for parole soon, aren't you?
If you can show that you're attending regular counselling,
working on self-improvement,
it'll look good for the suits on the board.
I need a miracle, not a counsellor.
Why don't you come and talk about it?
(WHISPERS) Oh, for fuck's sake.
Booms, can you walk with me back to the unit?
(SCOFFS)
Uh, nah, I'm not going back to the unit.
Just walk with me back to the unit.
I'm going to Medical, alright? For my hands.
- You got a problem? - Oh, fuck it.
What the hell? I've already blown my parole.
Hey! Hey, hey! Calm down.
Not feeling calm right now. I'm feeling pretty fuckin' angry.
- What are you gonna do about it? - Alright, let's talk.
I don't do talking.
Calm down or I'm gonna have to call an officer.
Good! Do it!
What are you fucking waiting for!
Why don't you tell me what the problem is, Franky?
This isn't achieving anything, Franky.
You're all talk.
- I prefer action. - WILL: Out of the way, ladies.
Move out of the way. Doyle? What are you doing?
Franky, give it up.
Doyle, step away from the shelves.
- (SCREAMS) - What the hell is going on?
I'm slotting her.
- Come on. - (MUTTERS) About time. God!
- Is Jodes in there? - Get inside.
Jodes, ya druggy skank!
Oi, keep it down.
- Can I speak with her? - No.
I want to understand where that aggression's coming from.
Well, I'll tell you where it's coming from.
She's a convicted criminal.
She threw a pan of boiling oil in somebody's face,
she's a drug dealer and a violent delinquent.
- She's beyond help. - Oh, I disagree.
I think there's something else going on.
Your opinion is irrelevant.
The department doesn't think so.
(WHISPERS) Early days.
How long will she be in there for?
As long as I see fit.
(LOCK BEEPS AND CLICKS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
- LIZ: Baby can be as tall as... - DOREEN: 43cm.
- 43cm. That's tall. - Weigh as much as 1.4 kilos.
So I reckon bub's about that big now.
And it says here that the baby can now touch its toes.
- I wish I could still do that. - BOOMER: Great.
Hey, I'll give you a hand.
No, don't fuckin' touch 'em, alright?
LIZ: Jesus, I'm only trying to help.
Yeah, well, I don't need your help, lagger.
Hey, what's your problem?
Uh, broken bickies, thanks to the lagger.
That's enough.
I didn't break your bloody biscuits.
My hands wouldn't be like this if I didn't have to bash you.
- That doesn't even make sense. - Oh, piss off. Alright?
Ohh! Boomer, you stink. When's the last time you had a shower?
I can't do anything with these hands!
I said that's enough!
Alright. Give Liz the biscuits.
Until those bandages are off, she's gonna be your helper.
Alright, you can start by giving her a shower. She's rank.
-What? -No way is she gonna touch my vajajay!
And in return, you're gonna be Liz's minder.
Anything happens to her, anything at all,
I'm holding you responsible.
Now, do we have an understanding?
- Liz? - Yeah, yeah.
Boomer?
Boomer!
OK.
Good.
There is no way you are showering me.
- That's fine by me. - Good.
Give me the damn biscuits.
- 'Please', Boomer. - Please, Boomer.
Here we are.
I hate my life.
Oh, bloody...
Fuck!
Fuck. Ohh.
Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!
Oh, cheers.
Oh, ta.
Shouldn't Liz be here helping you with this?
Nuh. Gave her the slip.
Don't want that old bag following me around anyway.
You must be pretty pissed off with her.
Yeah. She's a dog.
- Here. - Cheers.
- Does it still hurt? - Shit, yeah.
But the lunatic soup's been helping, eh.
Well, do you want me to go get you some?
Where's your stash?
Ah, it's a secret.
Anyway, it's almost gone, so...
Well, I could help make some, if you'd like.
Serious?
Well, we're friends, aren't we?
I think what Bea did to you was really unfair.
Liz deserved everything she got.
Yeah.
Yeah. Alright.
Under the kitchen sink, there's a big drainpipe.
There's a bottle taped to the back of that.
Yeah, but don't tell anyone, alright?
I won't. It's our secret.
I used to think you were a bit creepy,
but you're alright, aren't ya?
Can I have anothery?
(KEYS RATTLE)
(DOOR CLOSES)
JODIE: Please, stop! Leave me alone!
I just wanna go back to my cell.
- (SLAP!) - Ar9hh!
(SOBS) Help me!
- (FOOTSTEPS RECEDE) - (JODIE SOBS)
(DOOR CLANGS SHUT)
(JODIE SOBS)
Oi, Jodes.
Jodes, you there?
What happened?
Good morning.
Breakfast in bed was an hour ago.
I've got good news.
You're not wearing any underwear?
(BOTH LAUGH)
BRIDGET: The Governor has agreed on your release.
I'm happy here, thanks.
- Governor wants you out. - Why?
Well, I have suggested that a counselling program
might be more beneficial.
Yeah, I heard you trying that yesterday.
But why has Ferguson changed her mind?
- Come on, haven't got all clay. - I'm gonna tell you why.
She wants me out so she can get to Jodie.
We can talk about Jodie later.
No, she came in last night.
She did something to her. She was crying.
- MILES: Franky, come on. - I wanna stay.
- Tough. Move. - Nuh.
Don't make me drag you out of here.
Fine.
- Ugh! - Come on.
Liz?
Oh, come on, motherfucker!
- (DOOR OPENS) - Oh, bullshit!
Oh, come on! Ohh!
Ow, fuck!
(SOBS) Oh, jeez, give me a break.
Oh, I'm stuck, I'm stuck, I'm stuck.
Oh, cheers.
(SIGHS) I was stuck...
Oh, f... Go away!
- You need help. - (LAUGHS) No way, Jose.
You don't need to feel embarrassed, OK?
I know what I'm doing.
I used to care for disabled people.
Do I look like a fuckin' disabled person to you?
Yes.
Nuh. Forget about it. Forget about it.
I'm not letting anyone touch my bits.
- Especially not you, man-lady. - OK.
- I'm gonna take your arm. - No, you're not.
-And I'm gonna help you to the shower. -No!
And we're gonna freshen you up.
No, I don't need... I don't need freshening up!
Close your eyes, and imagine you're somewhere nice...
...like...at a day spa with your boyfriend.
Nah, me boyfriend dumped me,
so I wouldn't be at a day spa with him.
OK. Is there anyone else you find hot?
Fev.
I'd so get naked with Fev, eh.
- There you go. Fev. - Mmm.
Imagine you're on a date with Fev.
Close your eyes and let Fev pamper you.
- (CHUCKLES) - Now, turn around.
No, hang on. Why are you doing this?
No-one ever does nice shit for me, eh.
It's what I do.
Hmm?
(CHUCKLES)
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
Come on.
So, Bea.
I've been a cop for a while now
and I've seen a lot of domestic violence,
and I can understand why a woman like you would kill her husband.
I didn't kill my husband.
Mmm. You tried to once.
Yeah, those charges were dropped.
But now your husband really is dead, and I wanna know why.
- Don't you wanna know why? - Yeah, I do.
Mmm.
I've been thinking that, um, the Holts, the Holts crew,
they would have wanted him dead after what I did.
Revenge motive?
That's interesting.
Except... when Vinnie died, his little organisation disbanded.
No, they wouldn't be interested in Harry.
You, on the other hand,
you're a person who's known for taking revenge.
You owned a house together, and it sold recently, didn't it?
Now you won't have to settle for just half the money.
300 grand profit, hey, give or take.
- Why would I care about money? - Ah!
That's a very good question, Bea,
and I've been thinking about that.
You're wasting your time. I was locked up. I didn't do it.
Yeah, I know you didn't.
So, why are you still grilling me?
Because I think you know who did.
- No, I don't. - Will Jackson.
This is a joke!
You've got a history. He was there when you escaped.
When you murdered Brayden Holt. Did he help you?
No, no, he was exonerated and you know that.
Where there's smoke there's a dodgy officer.
Why would Will want to get rid of Harry?
I think you're a team,
and I think you planned to get rid of Harry together.
- They've got a history too. - No, they don't.
This police report says otherwise.
Five months ago,
Will Jackson threatened your ex-husband with an axe.
So, shall we start this conversation again?
You in trouble with the other prisoners?
You clearly wanted to be slotted yesterday. Why was that?
Talking isn't gonna help me.
Talking achieves jack shit.
- You're studying law. - So?
Isn't that all talk?
- (SCOFFS) - I hear you're pretty good.
You can state a case, debate important issues,
form conclusions, except about your own life.
Why is that?
You're working to improve the lives of other people
but not your own - I think that is a shame.
You can't help me, so give it up.
I'm fucked, and so is my parole.
What do you really want out of life, Franky?
Can you see yourself ever leaving this place?
Yeah. (CHUCKLES)
Pretty fucking soon, actually.
How do you envisage that?
Describe your ideal scenario to me.
How would you like this chapter of your life to end?
What's the point?
Humour me. Paint me a picture.
I wanna walk out of those gates
and this place and everyone in it
is just a smoking pile of ashes.
And I wanna be picked up by a hot girl in a hot car
and driven off into the sunset.
So, how's that picture?
Says it all.
Anger and hope. That's you all over.
You've been here five fuckin' minutes,
so don't make assumptions about me. (SNIFFS)
There's no fuckin' hope.
Yeah, you're wrong.
No, I'm a realist.
And right now, my options range from shithouse to clusterfuck.
I'm gonna help you stop self-sabotaging, Franky.
I'm gonna help you get out of here.
Yeah, well, stick around,
'cause I'm gonna be leaving here in a coffin.
(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)
(INMATES CHATTER)
Liz. you right?
Oh, I'm just waiting for the phones to open.
Hey, Mr Jackson.
What's this about you going to my house and threatening Harry?
He tried to run me off the road.
What?
He thought we were together.
I went around to his place after and he called the cops.
Why didn't you tell me this?
Hey?
Did you go around there again? Did you see him again?
I've got enough on my plate
without you firing questions at me.
I don't answer to you. You got that?
- You got that? - Yeah.
- Hey. Are you OK? - Yeah.
- What'd the police want? - Oh, same old questions.
Well, who do they think did it?
Dunno.
SONG: ♪ Dangling feet from window frame
♪ Will they ever, ever reach the floor?
♪ More, give me more, give me more
♪ Crushed and filled with all I found
♪ Underneath and inside
♪ Just to come around
♪ More, give me more, give me more
♪ Ahh-ahh-ahh
♪ Ahh-ahh Ahh
♪ Ahh-ahh-ahh
♪ If I had a voice I would sing. ♪
Cindy Lou will finish you now.
(SPEAKS TAGALOG)
(SHOUTS IN TAGALOG)
(SHRIEKS)
You stay away from me, you understand?
Do you understand?
We can't hear you!
- Understand. - (SCREAMS)
And what about you? You got that?
'Cause we all know you're the real boss.
Is that a yes?
- Right, let her go. - Get off me.
You've got your money. Now fuck off.
(SHOUTS IN TAGALOG)
Huh! Pleasure doing business.
Let me know if you want seconds.
Clearly you enjoy an older woman.
Come on, come on. Hey, Viv, don't...
Fuckin' hell.
Slow up. Shit.
Oh, Jess. Jess, love, can I push in?
Just this once. It's really important.
- Sure. - Thank you.
- But you owe me. - Yeah. Yeah.
I owe ya.
Soph! Love, it's me. It's your mum.
So... Sorry, Soph. No, darling, I need...
Just calm down, calm down. Tell me what's the matter.
You... you...
Soph, you're gonna have to slow down, love.
Slow down. Soph?
Sophie?
You...
- Ah, Vera, have you got a sec? - Oh, not really.
It's about Franky Doyle, the verbal abuse charge.
Yeah, what about it?
I was wondering if you'd reconsider.
Now, why would I do that?
Well, Franky's a smart woman and I want to help her,
but to do that I need to give her hope
for a potential future away from here.
Do you know plenty of people have tried to help Franky?
They have all failed.
Governor's expecting me.
Well, she just needs the right mentor.
And her self-belief can mean
the difference between success and failure.
I have to run it by the Governor.
OK. I would have thought she'd allow you some autonomy.
- Of course she does. - Right.
You filed the charge. Shouldn't it be your decision?
Leave it with me.
- Worst day ever? - (CHUCKLES)
"Huh? '?
I've cleared your debt.
What?
I just spoke to Cindy Lou and Tina.
It's all over.
I didn't ask you to do that. I never asked for your help.
I don't want shit going down that I didn't approve of.
This isn't about you. I can look after myself, you got that?
I'm not one of your fuckin' pet projects.
Projects?
- I was protecting you. - (SCOFFS) That's a laugh.
Bea Smith, the great protector.
Didn't work out for that daughter of yours, did it?
Or your husband.
Everyone you touch ends up dead.
You're not a protector. You're the Grim fuckin' Reaper.
(SOBS)
- (DOOR OPENS) - Bea. Your door.
Shut the door. I don't want them to see me like this.
Come here. Come here.
Come here, babe.
Oh, it's alright.
(43058) - I've g0'! Ya-
Oh, God, I don't even know why the fuck I'm crying.
I hated Harry.
After everything he did to me, I wanted him dead.
But now he is, I wish I could take it all back.
Oh, how fucking weak is that?
It's not weak.
He was your last link to Debbie and your old life.
I thought I was stronger than this.
You're the strongest woman I've ever met.
All I am...
...is a woman with a shitload of blood on her hands.
(SNIFFS)
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
- BRIDGET: Franky. - What do you want now?
She's done you a favour, Doyle. We both have.
Don't make us regret it.
Ms Bennett has kindly agreed
to withdraw the verbal abuse charge.
Ms Westfall thinks you have potential. I hope she's right.
Now, there are conditions.
First, that you attend regular counselling sessions,
starting tomorrow.
And second, that you apologise to Ms Bennett.
Youse for real?
I can apply for my parole again?
If you behave.
I'm sorry, Ms Bennett.
I was out of line.
This is your last chance.
See you tomorrow at 11 o'clock.
- Thanks, Gidget. - Bridget.
I prefer Gidget.
-Hey- -Hey-
Why were they taking your DNA?
I told you to stay away from me.
If we keep being seen together, word will get back to the cops.
No, did they find some DNA at the scene?
Is that why they're testing you?
- Get your hands off me. - OK.
He was my husband. I've got a right to know.
Hey, why won't you tell me?
I didn't fuckin' kill him, OK?
Well, so why are you a suspect, then?
Because I was there.
I was at the house the night he died.
I wanted to talk to him,
to stop him from testifying against you.
You happy now?