We'd like to invite you back to work.
It was the right decision to come back.
I think it's helping you remember.
I've got that information you wanted.
FRANKY: Someone I used to care about's got a daughter in here.
There's a reason she didn't get bail.
- Why? - It wasn't her first of fence.
Turns out she's quite the little piss pot, just like her mum.
(BOOMER CHUCKLES)
Why couldn't you tell me about... Soph!
- Can I talk to you outside? - What about?
The murder of Harry Smith.
Did you kill him?
What's your relationship to the victim's ex-wife, Bea Smith?
Jodie's got something to say.
I'll do it.
Good.
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. ♪
(UNEASY, TENSE MUSIC)
Stop!
Uh! Uh!
(JODIE SOBS)
FERGUSON: You're worthless.
You're pointless.
No-one misses you.
You're nothing.
Governor.
Mr Fletcher.
Uh!
You cut Bea Smith, then you can rest.
You're worthless.
- Uh! - You're pointless.
You're nothing.
You're worthless.
You're pointless.
You're nothing.
You're worthless.
You're pointless.
You're nothing.
Cut Bea Smith.
(UNEASY MUSIC CONTINUES)
No!
You cut Bea Smith, then you can rest.
(CRIES)
Governor.
JODIE AND FERGUSON: You're worthless.
You're pointless.
You're nothing.
No-one misses you.
No-one cares.
You're weak.
JODY: And you're stupid.
But you can change all that.
Cut Bea Smith and you can rest.
That's what she said to me every night
the whole time I was in the slot.
I cried,
I begged her to stop, but she wouldn't.
She's a monster.
Excuse me.
I got here as soon as I could. Now, I've isolated Spiteri.
She's had to make a statement, of course.
What's going on, Mr Channing?
Jodie Spiteri's making serious allegations against you.
She claims you used physical and psychological abuse
to force her to attack Bea Smith.
I see.
- It's ridiculous, of course. - Yes.
But she has taken the complaint to the Ombudsman.
You'll shut it down, yes?
It's gone too far, Joan.
Has to go to a hearing.
Joan, trust me.
I will do everything in my power
to make sure the truth comes out.
- So will I. - Good.
In the meantime, probably best to stay away from Spiteri.
FERGUSON: Why is Smith involved? She's not a peer worker.
She's her nominated advocate.
All my resources are at your disposal.
Governor.
(DOOR BEEPS)
(DOREEN CHUCKLES)
- Hello, beautiful. - Hello.
How are you?
Good.
- Hello, tiger. - (DOREEN CHUCKLES)
I love that you're convinced we're having a boy.
- Yeah! - What if it's a she?
Well, then it'll be, you know,
"Hello, lioness," or tigress.
Whatever her name is.
I don't care whatever it is,
'cause she, or he, is gonna have you for a mum.
- Gosh, I've missed you. - Me too.
- How are you? - Oh, yeah.
Well, fat and bloated.
And fat.
Don't be silly, Doreen.
No, I'm serious.
Look at this thing. I reckon they've got it wrong.
There's got to be at least three in there.
NASH: The more the merrier, I say.
I love you.
And I love you.
- You'd be so proud of me, Dor. - Yeah?
Yeah, I can't wait for you to see the house.
Bathroom's done,
and I finally finished painting bubby's room.
It looks bloody great.
All it needs now is a woman's touch.
Well, you'll be waiting a while.
Hey, don't start that again, alright? I told you.
12 months, you can apply for parole, right?
Wu fly, Dor.
I promise.
- OK. - Isn't that right, tiger?
(LAUGHS)
(UP-BEAT MUSIC PLAYS, WOMEN WHOOP)
(WHOOPS)
Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!
- WOMAN 1: Go, Booms. - WOMAN 2: Whoo!
- Doesn't anyone complain? - Got to let off steam somehow.
BOOMER: Oi!
Soph, get your arse over here!
- Now! - Yeah!
- Come on, Soph! - Go on.
Come on, you know you wanna!
Whoo!
GO,
♪ When we get to the lights When we get to the lights
♪ When we get there tonight We're going crazy
♪ When we get to the lights When we get to the lights
♪ When we get there tonight We're going crazy. ♪
- WOMAN 11 Ooh, yeah! - WOMAN 23 Yeah!
Hey, Liz.
I'll leave you to it.
Might want to get them to keep that music down.
Oh, shit. Turn it down.
Hey, sorry, Bea. Sorry, Bea. |don't... I would...
No, turn it up, Boomer.
Oh, cool. Turn it up!
- WOMAN: Whoo-hoo! - BOOMER: Turn it up!
How'd she go? Good?
Yeah, real good.
Hey, Jodie, you should be proud.
- You right? - I don't know.
Fuck. I don't think I can do this.
BEA: Yeah, you can do this, Jodie.
No, you know what she's like.
I know, but it's our chance to take her down, thanks to you.
BEA: We're all behind you.
Don't forget, I'll be there with you every step of the way, OK?
- You can do this, Jodie. - OK.
How Spiteri thinks the Ombudsman's
gonna believe this is anyone's guess.
Oh, thank you.
What do you make of her?
Mm, fragile.
Mm, I agree.
She's highly impressionable.
My fear is that she could be easily manipulated
by the other women.
What did the board have to say...
...at the emergency meeting
that was apparently called last night?
The Ombudsman informed the board as a matter of courtesy.
But not me.
That was out of my control.
Hm.
The preliminary hearing is set for tomorrow.
Also out of your control.
The chairman's very concerned, of course,
but I managed to reassure him.
I'm sure you did.
Joan, believe me, I'm doing everything I can.
Once Spiteri gives evidence
we'll know exactly what we're dealing with.
Allegations like this can leave a bad smell,
even when proven false.
That's what makes this so unfair.
You're not hungry?
Not really.
We got you a little treat.
Thank you.
Don't you eat it all at once. And keep it away from Maxine.
(PEN CLICKS)
(INDISTINCT P.A. ANNOUNCEMENT)
Ooh.
(CHUCKLES)
Hi, love.
Doreen.
Hey.
Liz.
Oh, not Mum anymore.
You OK?
Soph, I've been a bit worried about you.
Just“
Listen to me, love...
- I don't have to listen to you. - Yes, you do.
I've been here for eight years
and I'm your mum so you're gonna hear me out.
- Just leave me alone. - Love, I saw you in H2.
You were dancing around, you were really...
Really what?
You were really asking for it, alright?
Love, in here, that is dangerous.
Shut up!
Listen, if you keep acting like that,
pretty soon someone is gonna take advantage of you...
For fuck's sake! You are not my mum!
My mum comes to visit me
with my dad and my little brother.
You're just some... some old lag.
- MILES: Keep it down, Donaldson. - You're a lag.
And an alcoholic.
And you've fucked up everything in your life
and I don't want anything you've ever touched...
- Hey, that's enough. - No, it's OK. I can handle it.
- BEA: You sure? - Yes.
Soph, please, will you...
No, it's alright.
Liz, it's gonna be alright.
- It isn't. - JESS: Yeah, it will.
Love, you really wouldn't know.
Well, at least you've got Doreen's little one
to look forward to.
You know, you're so lucky.
- DOREEN: Liz. - JESS: Liz?
(INDISTINCT P.A. ANNOUNCEMENT)
(SNIFFLES)
Vera.
Oh, hi.
Hi. I brought something for you.
Yeah, I started cooking again.
Oh.
Yeah, thought you might like some.
Oh.
Oh, you had lunch already?
Uh, no, just... I'm not very hungry.
- Alright. Well, I'll... - Thank you.
I can put it in here for later on, yeah?
Thanks.
- Feeling better? - Sorry?
Well, you said you had the flu.
- Oh, yeah, I'm fine. - Uh, I just...
Being able to talk about things has meant a lot to me,
and I just wanted to say thank you.
FERGUSON ON RADIO: Come in, Sierra 3.
Sorry. Uh, yes, Governor.
(INDISTINCT P.A. ANNOUNCEMENT)
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
Thank you, Ms Bennett.
If you could wait outside.
You never write, you never call.
Spiteri and Smith. What do you know?
- I'm not going there anymore. - Really?
- You sure? - Yeah, I'm sure.
We're done.
I have a draft copy of my report
for your parole hearing.
Would you care to have a read of it?
- I'm not up for parole yet. - Oh, you will be soon.
It's... it's quite detailed.
Complimentary, even.
- Within reason, of course. - Wow.
Thanks.
Clearly my concern is for Spiteri's wellbeing.
She's exhibiting signs of stress, and I need to be aware
of all the prisoners' welfare needs.
- How is she? - Well, she was pretty fucked up.
She's doing much better now.
I do hope she's getting some support
from the other prisoners.
Yeah.
I wouldn't worry too much.
A detailed application to the Ombudsman
takes some legal expertise, isn't that right?
Detach Spiteri from Smith.
Ensure Spiteri understands
that nothing good will come of this course of action.
And then I'll sign this report.
- Oh! - Nice?
That is outstanding.
Are you sure I can't do anything?
No, I am very sure.
- You take that. - OK. Yes.
Bring your glass and your beautiful self.
(ROSE CHUCKLES)
And come out here.
- Alright. - Alright.
- Cheers. - Cheers.
(CLEARS THROAT)
So, what do you think, hm?
- Guess it'll have to do. - Is that right?
Well, the food had better be amazing, that's all I'm saying.
See, I think you're worried.
I think you're worried you won't be able to control yourself.
Really?
(CLEARS THROAT)
- Ooh, kebabs. - I know.
- I've outdone myself. - (ROSE CHUCKLES)
Where do you keep your firewood?
In the back. But I can get it.
I'll go.
You focus on that awesome food.
The torch is near the back door.
OK. Thank you.
Will...
- Will! - WILL: Yeah?
Come out here!
What's up?
ROSE: Is that blood?
- What is going on? - Don't touch it.
What? Why not?
- Fuck it. - You need to call the police.
- What's it doing here? - I don't know, OK?
I think it's the murder weapon the cops are looking for.
Someone's planted it on me, alright?
Someone's trying to frame me for Harry's murder.
- Who? - I don't know!
- You have to go to the police. - I can't.
Why not?!
Why not?
I went around to Harry's place after he ran us off the road
and I smashed his van with that.
ROSE: I-I think you need to call the police.
Will.
You have to call the police, Will.
What are you...
- ROSE: What are you doing? - WILL: You need to go home.
- Will... - Get out of here!
Jesus!
(SOBS)
(MEARS KNOCKS AT DOOR)
(ROSE SOBS)
(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)
Expecting someone?
- What happened? - Oh, they bailed.
- Help yourself, Detective. - Don't mind if I do.
Mm.
- You a fan of the marinade? - Yeah.
So am I - you get that right,
everything else just falls into place.
- You want some rice with that? - Hm.
No? Maybe some salad?
- Only when the wife's around. - Right.
So, who was she?
She who bailed?
Just a mate.
Some mate.
I'd hate to see you try and impress someone.
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
MEARS: Is that cardamom?
Bloody love cardamom.
Hm.
So now that you've tossed my place,
is there anything else you're looking for, Detective?
We'll let you know when we find it.
What else?
Ginger.
Sorry for the disturbance, Mr Jackson.
We'll leave you in peace now.
WILL: What are you doing with my laptop?
Routine enquiries. Let you know when you can pick it up.
Oh, and, uh, thanks for the grub.
Cardamom. Inspired.
(DOOR CLOSES)
Oh, Jesus.
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
Governor.
FERGUSON: Thank you, Ms Bennett.
I was under the impression that we had a working agreement.
- So was I. - This hearing.
Your idea?
I'm just the prisoner's advocate.
It's a high-risk strategy, Smith.
I never took you for a gambler.
Hm, you're right about that.
That's not how it appears.
You have no material evidence.
Just the word of an unstable prisoner
against that of the Governor.
Well, I think that's a matter for the Ombudsman, don't you?
Spiteri knifed you.
What makes you think you can trust her now?
You understand how vulnerable you're leaving yourself
if this fails.
Was there anything else, Governor?
Mm-mm. You may go.
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
- PRISONER: Come on. - MILES: Tongue left.
Tongue right.
You can go. Next.
Healey, E.
Hey.
Look, we need to talk.
- MILES: Tongue left. - Rose.
MILES: Tongue right. You can go.
Please.
- Next. - Henderson.
MILES: Tongue left. Tongue right.
(WOMEN LAUGH)
Oi.
You gonna let anyone else have a go or what?
- Hey, Booms, Booms, Booms. - What the fuck do you want?
(MUTTERS)
Oh.
Yeah, I got a batch on the go now.
- Yeah, make you spew. - Fuck, yeah.
- Yeah. - Yeah! (LAUGHS)
Tenner, right? You'll have it this arvo.
Last time it was five.
Yeah, but this is a shit-hot brew, alright?
- Jesus, Booms. - No, take it or leave it.
I don't care, alright, Juice? I don't care.
MAN OVER P.A.: Attention, compound.
Work details are to commence in five minutes.
All prisoners are to report to their work stations.
- G'day, Mr Jackson. How are you? - Warner.
- You want to eat that shit? - Smith.
- Yeah? - Linda, I've got Smith.
Smith, off you go.
(CHATTER)
You were right.
Karen Proctor and her mob killed Harry.
(SIGHS) OK.
No, but they're trying to frame me for it.
What?
They planted the wood splitter at my place.
There was blood all over it.
Why would they try to frame you?
Well, I confronted Proctor after she visited you.
We had an argument.
She must have freaked out.
Last night I came back to my place
and the splitter was at the back.
OK? Then the cops turned up.
- Well, did you tell the cops? - Well, no.
Well, what about the splitter?
Well, I destroyed it.
Why would you do that?
Jesus Christ, Bea,
you don't think I had anything to do with it.
Come on.
Nuh. I don't want to talk about myself.
BRIDGET: What's worrying you?
Nothing's worrying me.
What have I got to complain about?
I have the same conversation
with the same dickheads every day,
and then at night I can replay it all over again in my head.
Everything's fuckin' awesome.
Well, I'm not surprised you feel like that.
Prison's a boring place.
Especially for a smart woman like you.
- You think I'm smart, do you? - 'Course I do.
Great.
So let's talk about you.
Nice try.
Can't blame me for trying.
I'm surrounded by dickheads and psychopaths.
Psychopaths?
Don't tell me you haven't checked Ferguson off
against the DSM.
- Sorry? - Jesus!
The Diagnostic and Statistical Manual.
Yes, I know what the DSM is.
I'm just not used to inmates who quote from it.
And that's my point!
- Pfff! Inmates. - Mm.
(BOTH LAUGH)
We're not here to talk about Ferguson, are we?
No, we're not.
- Or about you. - That's right.
Or about why you're wearing
that new shade of lipstick today.
It suits you, by the way.
How does it taste?
Franky.
Or about why you cross your legs when I come closer?
Or about why you smile when I walk in the room.
And I know that smile.
And I know what it means.
Are you trying to threaten me?
Why would you say that?
Because you're trying to intimidate me
and I don't like it.
I don't respect it.
I'm bored, Gidget.
I'm sick of everyone and I'm sick of myself.
I hate it here.
I know.
(SIGHS)
- LUCY: I didn't take it. - BOOMER: Who did then, huh?
- Who? - I don't know!
I filled that container. It was almost to the top.
Hey! What's going on here?
Oh, dumb bitch reckons I stole her grog.
Yeah, too tight to pay for it.
I didn't fuckin' steal it!
If I find out that you had anything to do with this,
I will go boonta on your arse!
Stop it! No-one's going boonta, alright?
And when you find out who took it,
you come to me first, alright?
And you, go clean your teeth. Your breath stinks.
- Oh, fuck. - (LAUGHS)
Soph! Soph?
Fuck off and leave me alone.
Hey, Sophie.
- No, no, Bea, it's fine. - No, I just want to have a word.
Come on, let's take a walk. I want to have a word with you.
LIZ AND BOOMER: What?!
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
(LIQUID SLOSHES)
What the f...
WOMAN: Oh, yeah!
(LAUGHTER, RADIO CHATTER)
Thanks.
You know, Sophie, when I first came in here
I was scared shitless too.
I was a mess.
Your mum, she was a peer worker then.
She was the one who got me through it.
Franky said Mum lagged on her.
Yeah, she did.
- Well, isn't that the worst? - Well, that all depends.
You know, things were pretty bad in here, Sophie.
Some women died.
Your mum, she was just looking out for us.
It couldn't have been easy for you and your brother
with your mum's drinking, but your mum, she's different now.
SOPHIE: Did she really talk about me?
BEA: No. But I think she did the right thing.
SOPHIE: How's that right?
BEA: My daughter, Debbie, she died
because someone in here found out who she was.
I don't think your mum wanted to take that risk with you.
Wish I'd done the same thing.
I know it's tough on you both.
But you need to give your mum a chance.
You hear me?
Because she's one of the best things about this place.
So you be good to her.
Ohhh.
MAXINE: Ms Spiteri, these are very serious allegations.
Yep, I understand.
- FRANKY: Pick it up, Jodes. - JODIE: Um...
All I... All I want is the chance to be heard.
- FRANKY: And the abuse? - JODIE: Oh, right, right.
And to make sure that abuse like I was subjected to
doesn't happen again to anyone.
Admit it. You're just trying to slander the Governor.
This isn't about the Governor.
This is about my rights as a prisoner.
Tou-fuckin'-ché. Nice one, Jodes.
Why do you expect us to believe you, Ms Spiteri?
(UNSETTLING MUSIC)
- JODIE: I don't know. - MAXINE: Why?
- Why, Ms Spiteri? - I don't know.
- FRANKY: Come on, Jodes! - MAXINE: Look at your record.
Dishonesty, fraud, drug use.
Why should we believe you? Hit back at her.
Because whatever my past crimes,
what happened to me in Wentworth was wrong.
No-one should have to suffer abuse like I did.
And that's why I've made this complaint.
- Bam. - Was that OK?
FRANKY: Yeah, it was alright.
- It was better than alright. - Good, love.
BEA: OK, you just stick with what you just said,
and remember, I'll be there with you the whole time.
-OK. -P.A.: Work details are to commence...
These guys'|| stay here with you. See you at the hearing.
- Alright? - Alright. Hey, Bea?
Thanks.
MAXINE: OK?
FRANKY: OK, let's go again.
(BEA CRIES OUT)
Things have been pretty shitty lately, yeah?
Yeah.
It's a shame.
I don't know.
Do you think, you know, when things get a bit better
and settle down that maybe you and I...
I'm not the kind of girl you should be hanging out with.
Franky. It wasn't just hanging out.
I know.
This thing you're doing today,
you've really got the chance to stick it up Ferguson.
You bring that bitch down for all of us.
OK?
- OK. - VERA: Spiteri.
You're needed at the hearing.
FRAN KY: You're alright.
Thanks.
MAXINE: Hey, Bea's got your back.
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
Mum?
- Mum. - Oh!
Oh, love, it's you.
Bea told me about some things and I wanted to...
Oh, my darling.
Oh, Soph, I have missed you so much, my darling.
Are you drunk?
- You're drunk! - I'm not drunk, Sophie.
- Oh, my God! - I'm not drunk!
Sophie, I'm not drunk!
- LIZ: Soph! - FRANKY: Hey, what's up?
- You alright? - She's drunk!
Sophie! Soph.
Oh, fuck, no, no, no!
Did she do anything to you?
Let's get out. Go, go, go.
- FRANKY: Liz... - You, you leave her alone.
- What's going on, Franky? - Liz is pissed.
- She's getting punchy again. - Shut that mouth.
- You shut it! - You gonna make me?
What, you gonna make me, are ya?
- You're disgusting. Look at you. - Look at you, you pipsqueak!
No, I haven't finished with you, love.
Liz, stop!
- You need to let go of me. - Stop it!
You leave her alone!
Love your work, Liz.
Look at what you did!
LIZ: You shut your mouth and you leave my daughter alone.
- Get out of the way. - Or what?
- What are you fuckin' gonna do? - FRANKY: I'm warning you.
- I'm warning you. - Ooh, you're warning me.
You gonna shiv me the same way you fuckin' shivved...
Shut your mouth. I will kill you.
| will fucking kill you!
Franky, let her go.
You alright, Liz?
- Fuck off. - BRIDGET: Get back to your unit.
Sleep it off. We'll talk in the morning.
Disappointed, Franky.
Professionally and personally.
Like I give a fuck.
Ms Westfall, is there trouble?
No trouble.
We're done.
Good. You're wanted at the hearing.
Ms Spiteri. Thank you for joining us.
(JODIE CLEARS THROAT)
Where's Bea? Bea should be here.
Bea Smith, the prisoner's advocate.
MAN: Where is she?
Ms Bennett will go and find her.
I would like to thank the Office of the Ombudsman
for this opportunity to air this complaint.
Noted, Ms Ferguson.
Shall we begin?
JODIE: Um...
Uh...
MAN: What happened?
She, um...
She came while I was in the slot, and...
She being Ms Ferguson?
Ms Spiteri?
Uh, yes.
What happened?
She... she took me to another place.
I don't know where.
- Can you describe it? - I'd never been there before.
It was dark, you know? I don't know.
(JODIE BREATHES UNEVENLY)
She drugged me.
She hurt me.
She made me say things.
What things did she make you say?
Uh...
That, um...
FERGUSON: You're worthless.
That I'm worthless.
- You're pointless. - That I'm pointless.
- You're nothing. - And I'm nothing.
And that no-one misses me.
And that I'm...
- I'm worthless. - You're worthless.
- That I'm pointless. - You're pointless.
And I'm nothing.
And that no-one misses me and no-one cares.
Ms Spiteri.
- Ms Spiteri. - I want Bea!
I want Bea!
- I want Bea. - If I may?
- Where is she? - May I?
I am concerned for the prisoner's mental state.
Perhaps a five-minute break?
MAN: Good idea, Ms Ferguson.
Thank you.
Can we talk now please?
- No. - Come on, Rose.
I'm not gonna do this anymore.
I'll talk to you at work.
We can be polite, but that's about it.
Look, I don't know what's going on, OK?
Neither do I.
But I don't want anything more to do with you, OK? So...
MAN ON RADIO: Sierra 6 to Sierra 4,
we need your assistance in the yard.
Jodie Spiteri
engaged in a number of self-harming behaviours.
However, we have been working together
to find strategies to deal with them.
What were these strategies, Ms Westfall?
Cognitive behaviour therapy,
analysis of past patterns of behaviour,
identification of future goals.
I believe we're making good progress.
However, I would be worried to place Jodie
under too much emotional pressure as these strategies...
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
Excuse me.
May I...
(WHISPERS) Bea Smith has been placed in the psychiatric ward.
Restrained to bed.
Uh, my apologies,
but prisoner advocate Smith
will not be able to take part in this hearing.
She's, uh...
...incapacitated.
(JODIE GASPS)
Oh, Jodie.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
(CRIES) I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I am sorry!
I'm sorry!
(JODIE CRIES)
JODIE: You're nothing.
No-one misses you.
No-one cares.
Ms Spiteri will receive appropriate care?
- I'll make sure she does. - Good.
- Thank you, Ms Westfall. - Thank you, Mr Henderson.
- Thank you. - 'Bye.
So, withdrawal of all allegations.
The board will be pleased.
You seem surprised, Mr Channing.
Nothing surprises me, Joan.
May I offer you my congratulations?
You may.
Was there anything else?
Not that I can think of.
- Vera. - Mr Channing.
Everything alright?
During the riot,
when I was held hostage...
...did the Governor refuse to open the doors to Isolation?
Yes.
She did.
I had a syringe
at my throat
and she refused?
Thank you, sir.
Vera, are you OK?
No.
No, sir, I'm not.
(CAR HORN HONKS)
Hey, mate...
...you dropped your keys.
Thanks.
You alright there, mate?
Yeah.
Yeah. No worries.
(GAS PS)
(BREATH ES UNEVENLY)
(WHIMPERS)
(BEA'S CRIES ECHO)
No! No! No!
(BEA SCREAMS)