I'm stepping down.
Because of me, Ferguson is picking you off one by one.
You can't stop now, Bea. I won't let you.
What's this?
I don't know.
This is all you. This is your fault.
Because you started a fight you can't win.
I'm fucked and so is my parole.
I'm gonna help you stop self-sabotaging, Franky.
I'm gonna help you get out of here.
Yeah, well, stick round,
'cause I'm gonna be leaving here in a coffin.
(WEEPS) I fucking killed Meg Jackson.
(ON RECORDING) She shat on me like Mum did.
- FRANKY: What's going on? - Back away, Doyle.
- What about my parole? - You'll be right.
When Ferguson goes down,
be careful you don't get sucked down with her.
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. ♪
Any particular reason why I'm on cleaning duty?
Just do it, Doyle.
Apparently not.
(DOOR CLANGS)
(DISTORTED RUNNING FOOTSTEPS)
(DISTORTED GASP)
FRAN KY: Oh! Oh, fuck!
(SIGHS)
(CHILLING MUSIC)
WILL: Doyle!
You alright?
Yeah. You just crept up on me.
Governor wants to see you.
OK.
Don't. This way.
FRAN KY: Mr Jackson?
(POWERFUL PERCUSSIVE MUSIC)
- Mr Fletcher? - I'm not interested.
You said that Ferguson tried to kill you, yeah?
Don't you want to do something about that?
- No. - I know you're pissed off with me.
But you've got to look at the bigger picture.
I'm a walking dead man. I can't do anything.
Your job is to look after these women.
Stop fucking with me.
I'm not your saviour.
Well, that went well.
No shit, Wonder Woman.
You wanted to see me?
Yes, sit down.
Your parole hearing.
What about it?
Well, due to, er, various circumstances
there's been a scheduling change.
It's been postponed?
No, it has been moved forward.
Tomorrow morning at, er, 10am.
That a problem?
Does Ms Westfall know?
Everyone who needs to be informed has been.
What, were you concerned about preparation time?
Nah, it's all good.
10am, then.
I'll look forward to it.
What do you mean?
I'll be making my own statement
considering the merits for parole in your particular case.
Well, see you then.
You shall.
Governor, we'll need to consider
working arrangements in the kitchen
when Doyle gets parole.
FERGUSON: Well, let's just wait and see first, shall we?
You don't think she'll get parole?
I didn't say that.
Hi.
VERA: Hi.
You wanted to see me.
I owe you an apology.
I suspect you're right about Governor Ferguson.
What made you change your mind?
I think Ferguson left the pencil in Jodie Spiteri's cell.
Can you prove it?
No.
But I read your notes on Ferguson.
Why is she victimising Jodie?
I think Jodie's just a pawn.
Psychopaths often take an elaborate path
to get to their real target.
Why haven't you gone to the board?
Because I can't prove it.
Ferguson made sure that Jodie Spiteri is not a viable witness.
So we just have to wait for her to do something else?
(SIGHS)
If I find proof and I go to the board with it,
will you support me?
Absolutely.
But after Franky Doyle's parole is granted.
You're aware that Doyle's hearing's been brought forward?
No, I wasn't.
It's tomorrow, 10am.
Is she ready?
What the fuck!
Are you gonna close that?
(FRANKY WHISPERS) Oh, fuck.
Nuh. No way.
Franky...
I don't have time for this shit, Soph. Go.
Franky, I thought...
What did you think?
Well, you and me.
Why?
Doesn't matter.
Look, the Freak's trying to fuck with my parole.
I haven't even started writing up my statement.
Better get your gear on, eh? Come on.
Well, can you not look at me?
I'm sorry, OK?
Cute girl in my bed, usually I'd be all over it.
You OK?
Yeah, I'm fine.
I don't know, Doyle, alright?
Come on, Mr Fletcher. I need time to prepare.
Well, lunch has already started and... and you're rostered on.
The crew will be fine. They know what they're doing.
You've squared that away with them?
Yeah.
- Booms? - What?
You're good with me missing lunch shift?
Be a fuckin' pleasure.
They're good.
I've been training them up for this.
OK.
But if lunch is late, it's your arse on the line.
(UNSETTLING MUSIC)
You changed your mind?
Nah.
Nah, we're all good.
Thanks, boss.
- What the fuck! - What are you doing?
You're acting like a little kid.
I'm not doing anything.
You are bringing shit through the kitchen. I saw it.
What if I am, huh?
- What do you care? - It's my kitchen.
They trace it back here, there goes my parole.
Your parole?
I fucking loved you, Franky.
Look, I never made you any promises, OK?
Now, you know what Red thinks about drugs.
You thought about that?
Not everyone dances to her tune anymore.
And you're still pining after that shrink,
so unless you're gonna lag,
you can fuck off and leave me alone.
I am just saying, do not screw up your life because of me.
FLETCH: Doyle?
Thought you had to prepare for your parole hearing.
- Huh? - Yes.
I'm just going.
FLETCH: Back in the kitchen.
(READS ALOUD INDISTINCTLY)
Jesus! Fuck!
(RUSTLING)
How are there drugs in this prison again?
Did you search her?
MILES: Nothing on her, Governor.
Toss her cell.
There's more where this came from and I want it found.
- MILES: Yes, Governor. - Now!
MILES: Yes, Governor.
(OFFICERS CHATTER)
You wanted to see me, Governor?
What is this, Mr Fletcher?
It's bread.
Take a closer look.
Clearly the heroin
responsible for prisoner Lou's overdose arrived here,
delivered to the kitchen this morning
during your shift, Mr Fletcher.
- Did you search the deliveries? - Yes.
- Thoroughly? - Apparently not.
And why not?
Well, there was just a lot of produce.
A woman is dead because of your incompetence
and the others are at further risk.
I'm sorry.
This is not a sheltered workshop, Mr Fletcher.
But you'll end up in one if you don't find
the rest of this contraband, is that clear?
Look at me. Do as I say.
I will speak slowly so you understand.
Toss the kitchen workers' cells immediately.
You can start with Doyle's unit first.
NOW!
MAN OVER ON P.A.: Attention, compound.
All prisoners return to their units immediately
for lockdown.
Kim!
What have you done?
(WHISPERS) Oh, fuck.
Do you know anything about these drugs coming in?
Well, do you?
What's going on?
Well, call me paranoid, but...
What?
- Did you see Kim? - Yeah.
Franky...
FRAN KY: Fuck!
Shit.
FRANKY AND BEA: Flush 'em.
Close the door!
FLETCH: Get ready for cell toss. You know the drill.
Smith, back to your cell.
(BREATHLESSLY) ..the fuck!
Let me know if you need anything, Franky.
FLETCH: Doyle, open the door.
- She's not feeling very good. - I don't give a shit, Smith.
There's been an OD and I'm being blamed.
Why are you picking on us? We're clean, alright?
That'd be why you got another seven years, right?
I'm opening the door, Doyle, now.
What the fuck? What the fuck?!
I was taking a dump!
FLETCH: Out.
God!
How about you hurry it up?
I've got a parole hearing to prep for.
Ms Miles?
Mr Fletcher.
When I entered the unit the prisoner's door was closed.
I opened the door and observed Doyle.
She appeared to be hiding something
in her tracksuit pants.
I'm not sure what it is, but I reckon that she's banked it.
Well, let's hope your assumption is correct.
I'm holding you responsible for those drugs.
- Slot her. - BEA: Oh, God.
(GRUNTS)
Doyle, your permission is required
for a body cavity search.
You are not obliged to submit to a search
but your refusal will indicate you are holding.
Is that clear?
No fucking way.
I take it you are refusing?
- What do you think? - Very well.
You will stay here in isolation until you do submit to a search.
If you agree in a timely manner, and prove yourself innocent,
you will be able to attend your parole hearing in the morning.
And don't think that you
can get rid of anything without us knowing.
24-hour observation.
And there's a grate in the latrine.
You know, I have to say, Doyle,
I expected better of you.
But I suppose you can't help but self-destruct, can you?
(SOBS SOFTLY)
I knew it.
I knew it. I knew it.
I knew it. I...
DOREEN: Thanks.
- Hey, Dor, are you OK? - No, I'm not.
What happened to your 'no drugs' policy, eh?
I don't want Josh seeing this ugly shit.
He's just a baby, Dor. He wouldn't have registered it.
Not yet, but in a year's time, he will.
I don't want him in a place
where he'll see dead bodies and junkies shooting up.
Look, I took my eye off the ball.
But I've shut it down now. It's gonna stop.
Really?
Yeah.
Have Anderson brought up to see me.
After what's happened with Nash, I'm completely freaked out.
I can't even talk to him.
I know.
Anderson.
Governor wants to see ya.
Just be careful.
(ELECTRIC LOCK BUZZES OPEN)
Hey, everyone.
Oh, no, don't worry. Just here to see Kim.
Pay our condolences for Cindy Lou.
(MAXINE SPEAKS IN TAGALOG TO PRISONERS)
Yeah, big loss. Oh.
Oh, we were wondering what you were doing in H2?
What?
Oh, I just wanted to see if Boomer wanted to come and...
So you weren't planting drugs on Franky, then.
No way. Is that what she's saying?
- Yeah. - Is it because she ditched you?
She's such a bitch.
No.
Bea, I haven't done anything.
I'm not into drugs, you know that.
Don't fuckin' lie to me.
You know my policy.
You're gonna pay, Kim, and so will your little mates.
You won't know when I'm coming for you
but when I do, I'm gonna smash you.
Now fuck off!
I'll be mother, shall I?
Sugar?
Two, thanks.
Well, that's not best for baby. Let's make it one.
Where is he?
- With Jess Warner, Governor. - Hmm.
The police have charged Nash Taylor with drug trafficking.
He's looking at another seven years.
I don't believe it was him, Governor.
Yeah, it's difficult, isn't it,
when there's been such a breach of trust?
Betrayal of any kind can be so destructive.
Jianna.
You remember her?
She made a number of poor choices -
who she was involved with,
what she put into her body, that sort of thing.
I couldn't save her or her baby.
I would hate to see such a tragedy repeated.
I'm not involved in anything like that,
and I don't believe Nash was either, Governor.
Well, unfortunately the facts say otherwise.
And I see, despite my warnings,
you continue to associate with Bea Smith.
Well, it's hard to avoid her, Governor. She's in my unit.
But I'm not her crew.
All I want to do is look after my baby.
That's my only interest.
Try the biscuit.
Go on.
Oh, the police are satisfied
that you're not involved in Mr Taylor's scheme.
But they have requested you undergo drug testing...
...just to be sure.
And, Doreen, your samples will have certain trace hormones
due to the fact you're breastfeeding.
If there's any attempt to switch,
it will be fairly obvious.
Let's not have a repeat of last time, hm?
(VOMITS)
Oh, God! Dor!
Oh, lovey.
Are you right?
(RETCHES)
Oh, honey, are you OK?
Ferguson's gonna try and take Joshua away.
But she can't do that.
Oh, you don't reckon?
She's put me in for a drug test, Liz.
But you don't use drugs.
I think she set me up.
I mean, she gave me something to eat.
What? Why?
I don't know. Maybe she wants me, maybe she wants my baby.
I don't know.
How are you doing in there?
Oh, yeah, OK.
- Here, I'm done. - Thanks, Doreen.
We'll have the results back as soon as we can.
The Governor's insistent on that.
- Er, Ms Atkins? - Mm?
- Can I talk to you? - Yeah.
He's so beautiful, Doreen.
I'm absolutely rapt for you.
Look at that little mouth.
It's absolutely perfect.
Dor, what's wrong?
(SIGHS)
Look, things are bad here.
Will you...
Would you take Josh?
What do you mean, take him?
Take him where?
Just away from here.
Can you look after him for me, just until I get out?
DOr!
Look, I know it's a big ask,
and you need some time to think it over.
But just don't take too long, OK?
But he's only two weeks old.
At least keep him for a few months.
You know, you're breastfeeding.
I know.
But every day he stays in here he's in danger,
and that's worse - much, much worse.
I need him safe.
Please say you'll think about it.
Please.
Yep.
(TENSE MUSIC)
(PUFFS)
(PANTS SOFTLY)
Well?
You said I could leave if I gave permission for a cavity search.
- Yes. - Get it over with.
(VERA OPENS VELCRO)
Leave us.
- Shouldn't I stay? - Mm.
Off they come.
- Are you OK? - What do you think?
Booms.
What?
I really need a favour.
(MUTTERS) "Member..."
- That should do the trick. - Thank you, Booms.
Pear juice and canola.
You've swallowed them, haven't ya?
I didn't have much choice, did I?
Karma's a bitch, eh?
The mother of all bitches.
"I'm a responsible member of..."
(SIGHS) Just piss off and leave me to it.
- "Yes, I am..." - Fine.
"Accepted..
I've accepted that what I did was wrong,
and I'm a good person.
I've taken up an Advanced Diploma in Legal Studies
at Callum Uni.
I've undertaken leadership positions
in all my work details
and I've encouraged other inmates to do the same.
Oh, fucking hell.
And I've completed
all anti-recidivist programs available to me.
FRANKY ON RECORDING: I'm not a good person!
I am a good person
and I am a responsible member of society.
(ON RECORDING) I fucking killed Meg Jackson!
She shat on me like Mum did,
and that's what I hang onto when I see her dying.
I pretend it was Mum.
I've accepted that what I did was wrong.
I'm responsible. There's no question of that.
(ON RECORDING) And that's what I hang onto when I see her dying.
I pretend it was Mum.
Thank you for your time.
(STARTS ENGINE)
- (WHISPERS) Come on. - Hey, what's going on?
Boomer tells me you've got a gutful of heroin.
- It's none of your business. - Yeah, it is.
You've gotta get yourself to medical now.
Doing more time is better than dying.
I'd rather die.
I'm not gonna let you do that.
- Franky! - Get up.
You ready, Doyle?
Yep.
Ms Bennett.
How long's this gonna take?
What's it to you, Smith?
See you on the flipside, Red.
(DOOR CLOSES)
- WOMAN: Francesca Doyle. - Your Honour.
Do you feel you're ready to be a responsible member of society?
Yes. Yes, I am.
I've, um... I've accepted that what I did was wrong,
and I've worked hard to earn the right to an early release.
I'm...
...taking an Advanced Diploma in Legal Studies
at Callum University
and I've assisted other...
Ohh! No.
I've, um... (SIGHS)
Ms Doyle, are you alright?
Yeah. Sorry.
I've, um...
Sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
Yeah, God.
I'm not gonna lie to ya.
I don't know. (LAUGHS)
I know why I chucked hot oil at that guy,
and it had nothing to do with him.
It was about me.
I was an angry person
and that anger had control of me.
I realised I had a lot to change
and I've worked bloody hard to do it.
Maybe not hard enough.
But I do know that I don't ever wanna go back
to being that angry girl in the kitchen.
That's the truth.
Thank you. You can take a seat.
Thank you.
WOMAN: Ms Westfall, your statement, please?
BRIDGET: I have worked in corrections
for nearly 20 years now, so I am no new hand here.
But I have never treated a client with such potential
as Franky Doyle.
Now, she has been utterly honest with you here today.
- Maybe too honest. - (FRANKY CHUCKLES)
But she has faced up to herself
and acknowledged that no-one has complete control.
She is a work in progress
and she understands that.
I think that is important.
I believe she's as ready for parole as anyone could be.
WOMAN: Thank you, Ms Westfall.
Ms Ferguson?
No objection to parole, Your Honour.
Thank you for your brevity, Governor.
Ms Doyle, is there anything else that you would like to add
before this...
Ms Doyle.
Ms Doyle, are you not well?
I think I...
Can I... Can I be excused, please?
Can I... Can I please be excused?
I think perhaps we should
suspend this hearing, Your Honour.
(FRAN KY GROANS)
FERGUSON: Escort her to medical.
What? Where do you think you're going?
I'd rather spew in my own cell, thank you very much.
(PANTS)
Come here.
What the hell? Let me go!
- You remember this, Franky? - Mr Jackson!
Fucking careful!
- Mr Jackson, please! - Come on!
- You. You killed my wife! - What?
Don't fuckin' try to fuckin' deny it, alright?
(w||.|. GRUNTS)
Go on, Franky, admit it. Fucking admit it!
Tell the truth for once in your life, Franky.
Just tell the truth, please.
You did it, didn't you? Hey?
(MOANS) It was an accident.
Just do it.
Do it. I don't blame you.
I'd do the same.
I've looked you in the eyes that many times
and I've seen your pain.
I deserve it.
Just do it. I don't deserve...
(ROARS)
No.
(ROARS)
I'm sorry, Mr Jackson.
(SOBS)
BEA: Nah, they can't go anywhere.
MAXINE: Why is she taking so long?
BEA: I don't know. I'm sure she's OK.
Have you guys seen Doreen?
Yeah, she's having a visit with her sister, love.
Why didn't she tell me?
What, answering to you now, is she?
No, I just wanted to know where she was.
Hey.
- Franky. - (MOANS)
Hey, are you OK?
- Yeah, I'm fine. - Are you sure?
Yes, for fuck's sake!
Hey, Jess, I've got a plumbing job for you.
- What? - Hey, Franky, don't flush.
I don't want to.
Mr Fletcher, can we please talk?
How many times do I have to tell you I'm not interested?
OK, those drugs you're after?
The ones that Ferguson's holding you accountable for.
What if I told you where you could find them, hmm?
Can we talk then?
Please, please, you've gotta believe me!
No! I don't know how that shit got into my mattress, OK?
It's not mine. Someone planted it!
Please, I'm telling the... I don't even do drugs!
FERGUSON: You're full of surprises, Mr Fletcher.
Try and keep up the good work.
Sis.
Sorry.
No, you're right.
Um...
You said you signed all the papers?
Yeah.
The nurse was really helpful.
She explained it's just temporary custody,
not like adoption.
She said it's really common, Dor. Happens all the time.
Lots of women don't think
prison's a good place for their baby.
I'll bring him as often as I can.
It's a long way from Albury with a baby.
Oh, sis, we'll manage.
And by the time he's walking, you'll be out.
(SIGHS AND SNIFFLES)
Now, you're alright for money, yeah?
- We'll be fine. - OK.
I don't think I've forgotten anything.
Nappies.
I'll get some more tomorrow.
Reckon he'll be needing this bloke, won't he?
Oh, sis.
It's OK.
We'd better get going, Dor.
We've gotta make that train.
(GURGLES)
I'm sorry. I...| can't.
|just...| can't. I can't do it.
I can't.
That's OK. That's OK.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I can't.
Thank you.
Everything alright, Mr Jackson?
It's all fine.
You look like you've had a rough day.
-Here...
Don't touch... Thank...
Thank you.
I really mucked her around.
I am sure she understands.
And if you ever find you're struggling,
you could elect to share custody.
Maybe even go for a weekend sign-out.
No, Josh stays with me. I won't be changing my mind again.
OK. Your drug test came back clean, by the way.
- So that's good news. - (KNOCK AT DOOR)
I was looking all over for you.
Bea said you were gonna send Joshy away.
Doreen's actually decided that she's gonna be keeping Josh...
How can you even consider doing that?
I can't believe you didn't tell me.
It's really up to Doreen and her sister, Jess.
- But I'm his other carer. - Yes, and you're not his mother.
Thank you, Ms Atkins. You've been really kind.
Right, let's go.
See, this is what I was afraid of.
You know, she's really struggling.
What do you mean?
Well, sending her baby off with a complete stranger.
That beautiful boy's not safe with her.
Alright, there's no-one else here.
Kim Chang?
- Slotted. - Yeah.
So you ready to take on Ferguson, then?
I hope you've got a bigger army than me.
(SIGHS AND KNOCKS ON DOOR)
Hey.
Love, you right?
I did something today that made me realise
what I put Su Yun through before she died.
Oh.
And what I put you through.
And all the people I've hurt.
Mr Jackson, Su Yun, Boomer, Kim, you.
And I'm sorry, Liz.
I don't deserve parole.
I'm not worthy.
Come here. Come on.
Come here.
Oh, little mouse.
(FRAN KY CRIES)
Now, listen, OK?
You have more than done your time here.
- (FRANKY SOBS) - You have.
Listen, listen.
And you have had a big change of heart and mind.
And I reckon that's what makes you worthy for parole, love.
That's what makes you worthy, OK?
That's what makes you worthy.
- (SOBS) - Yeah?
You're a good mum, Liz.
Oh, darlin'.
And Soph's a good kid.
Yeah, well, you've been the one looking after her,
because she wouldn't let me do it, would she?
Yeah, but she needs her mum.
And so did you, love.
That's an old excuse, and it's not good enough anymore.
Thank you.
It's alright.
(FRAN KY SIGHS)
SONG: ♪ I remember when the sea
♪ Was singing
♪ And all of my thoughts
♪ Were ringing
♪ Cross the ocean, round the world
♪ Speeding
♪ And no pirate could catch me
♪ Daydreaming
♪ But I'm daydreaming now
♪ Daydreaming
♪ About the time we knew
♪ The lightning. ♪