You and I are going to out Don Kaplan.
And that will be the basis for my exoneration.
And what do you think of Sonia Stevens?
Sonia's an angel.
Sonia always knew I was Witness X
'cause she planned the whole thing, right?
Now I'm so afraid, Kaz.
I think I'm losing my mind.
But after everything you have done for me,
I'll always have your back.
Not this time.
- What the hell was that about? - I didn't tell her anything.
I haven't got my ticket or nothin'.
Study hard and you will pass the test.
What is this shit?
(RUBY READS) "Sonia Stevens with intellectually disabled
"Susan 'Boomer' Jenkins."
BOOMER: Fuck off!
Dominic, hi. It's Marie Winter.
That number you gave us, Dominic Pasquale.
We put a watch out on him and it came up trumps.
- What happened? - It was a set-up.
Everyone's busted. We've got a fucking rat.
I want you to get this into Winter's phone.
That way we can monitor it 24/7.
Good work, Detective.
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. ♪
Dragovic. What's her story?
MAN 1: She does Marie Winter's dirty work.
MAN 2: She takes care of the seedy end of the business
so Winter can keep her nose clean.
RITA: Any background on her?
MAN 1: Serbian.
Tortured during the war in Bosnia and left for dead.
Then she turned up again
doing jail time in Serbia for war crimes.
And now she's in here. Great.
Just made my day. Are we done?
Almost. We hear that Ray's been to visit.
He misses me.
That's the job, isn't it?
MAN 1: You've done well, Detective.
Just remember, if there's anything else you need,
we're just a phone call away.
OK, Connors, week's up.
Let's go.
Let's get some brekky into you
and then we'll have a quick study session.
What's the point? I'm intellectually disabled.
Um, hello, you've got a test tomorrow.
You can lead a horse to water...
(H9)'-
- What are you doing about Sonia? - I'm working on it.
What's to work on? She killed Sharon.
I said I'm working on it.
Now, have you seen the doctor yet?
No. I'm just stressed!
You would be too if you'd been through what I have.
Alright. You know what? Maybe I'm wrong.
Forget the doctor and just deal with Sonia, yeah?
Can I help you?
Take your stuff and go tell the screws you wanna move.
- I want your cell. - No chance.
It's got ocean views and an ensuite.
Marie doesn't need you anymore.
Marie wants me to move, Marie can tell me herself.
Oh, I see you two have met.
Give us a minute, will you, darling?
Where'd you find Dracula?
That's Zara. She's a business associate.
She arrived when you were in the slot.
Now, I would like you to get along.
(LAUGHS) She seriously needs an attitude adjustment.
She can be prickly but she's very loyal.
And I like that.
Fair enough. But I'm not movin'.
Oh, that's OK. I'll talk to her.
Between you and me, I'd prefer she stay in H5.
Why? She got the hots for you?
Let's just say a little bit of Zara goes a long way.
What happened with Kosta and her crew?
She had a problem with you bringing in drugs.
I convinced her to let it slide.
Thanks, Rita.
I think that's the second time you've saved my arse.
I aim to please.
Well, at least it makes a change,
not seeing Ferguson on the front page.
You OK?
Fine.
SONIA: Ms Bennett!
How can I help you, Stevens?
Congratulations on your media strategy.
I think we take rather a good photo, don't you?
Ms Bennett!
My publicist has another opportunity
to promote Wentworth.
- Really? - Marshall Adams.
- The shock jock? - Huge audience.
And he's very big on prison reform and tackling recidivism.
He saw the 'Angel' article
and he wants to do an interview on the workshop.
I have no desire to be ridiculed on radio.
Oh, no, don't... don't worry about that.
My publicist and he go way back.
She has guaranteed that we will control the narrative.
Right, get me the details and I will run it by media liaison.
You and me together on the radio talking about the workshop.
I just don't think it's a good idea.
Oh, nonsense. It's all arranged for tomorrow.
No, I'd just get way too anxious.
Well, I will be there with you.
We are in this together, remember?
Now I've gone to a lot of trouble
to convince Ms Bennett, so if she asks,
just tell her how excited you are, hmm?
Haven't you heard, Sonia? No means no.
- Why don't you ask Boomer? - Yes!
- Boomer'd be great! - Nah, too dumb for the radio.
Don't take it personally.
- It's not like that. - What's it like, Sonia?
It's just that they want to interview an ordinary prisoner.
- Liz is perfect. - BOOMER: Perfect.
Yeah, just fuckin' perfect.
I'm your partner, not her!
Why did you pick Liz when you know she's the one who...
Now, Susan, you're being petulant!
Ha! Whatever the fuck that means.
I'm fuckin' thick, remember?
- INMATE: Shit! - Jenkins, get out.
I haven't had me pancakes yet.
I said get out.
(INMATES CHATTER)
Hey, what's the story over there with Marie and Drago?
No idea. After my time.
- Fuck! (CRIES) - Hey!
- I just... - Boomer, settle down.
You're just hurting yourself.
She's supposed to be my fucking partner!
I know.
And now all of a sudden she just thinks I'm a dumb arse,
just like everyone else does.
Sonia reckons she's way too smart for all of us.
Yeah.
Yeah, well, she... she ain't that smart, is she?
It should be me doing the radio interview, not Liz.
You know, I never believed her fuckin' suicide bullshit.
No, it's... What?
Sonia just said that to get you off the hook.
Uh, no, 'cause it wasn't me...
At breakfast you said, "Liz was the one who..."
Before she cut you off.
Liz was the one who what?
Uh, I can't remember 'cause I went boonta...
You're a shit liar, Boomer. What did Liz do to Sonia?
Nothing.
She poisoned her, didn't she?
Oh, um...
Why would she do that? What was she afraid of?
I don't know. You gotta ask Sonia...
- Boomer, tell me. - I can't 'cause I promised.
Was Liz Witness X?
Yeah.
- Hey, mate. - What?
You still not sleeping?
Took tablets last night,
still can't sleep a fucking wink.
- JAKE: I need a favour. - RADCLIFFE: What?
I've been having trouble sleeping.
I tried some herbal stuff but it's just not really...
First sign of a guilty conscience.
Have you got anything stronger?
Go to the chemist.
I'm on late shift.
Been pulling doubles to help out Will.
Ohh.
I would've called but it's just... it's been a crazy week.
- Bullshit. - Seriously.
Maybe we can have a meal this weekend.
I'll check my schedule.
These ones are the best.
Take two 20 minutes before bed.
And, uh, maybe a little something
to spark me up at work?
(HALF-LAUGHS)
These blue ones are uppers,
so no more than two at a time.
Just remember that white is stop and blue is go.
Got it. I owe ya.
(INMATES CHATTER)
Well, I guess you're not keen for a study session, then, eh?
- I'm not doin' the test. - (SCOFFS)
Boomer, you can't let that stupid reporter stop you...
- No, it's not the reporter. - ..from getting what you want.
It's me.
It's true, I am a dumb fuck.
- (CHUCKLES) That's not true. - No, it is. It is.
All me life, I... I've just...
...I've just been wrong.
Like, I can't think proper like everyone else.
You know, me mum always says, you know,
"if I could slap the stupid out of ya, there'd be nothin' left."
(LAUGHS) She fuckin' tried.
Still plenty left, but... (LAUGHS)
- Your old lady hit ya? - Yeah.
Oh, mate... (LAUGHS) ..at the shops or wherever.
Like, her thong's off her foot
and she's, like, all layin' into me head
and I'm, "Noooo!"
- (CHUCKLES) - Fuckin' hell, Booms.
No, everyone knows you don't mess with her before lunch,
pissed on an empty gut.
- She an alcoholic? - Mmm, yeah.
Like Liz.
When I was in her tummy,
I made her so sick she had to drink like a fish.
So your mum was drinking while pregnant with you?
Yeah.
Nothin' much changed when I come out neither, eh? (LAUGHS)
That can... that can fuck with kids' brains, you know?
Stop it from forming properly.
It's a full-on syndrome.
- It's got a name and all. - Yeah?
Yeah.
Boomer, if you're saying
that you can't think properly, then...
Oh, fuck.
So if I got, like, a syndrome, then it's not my fault.
(LAUGHS) Nah, sis. It's not your fault.
- (CHUCKLES) - (DOOR BLEEPS AND OPENS)
Any news on the rat?
It's Pasquale. Has to be.
Has someone spoken to him?
He's getting bailed today. Lukas will pay him a visit.
Where's Connors?
Oh, she's gone to medical. Said she wasn't feeling well.
- I don't trust her either. - You don't trust anyone, Zara.
I especially don't trust her.
_H6y-_H6y-
When does Spike get out of the slot?
Uh, in a few days, I think.
Do you think she did it?
Well, she's still denying it.
Any chance it could be Sonia?
Stevens hardly knew Gilmour.
What if she killed her thinking it was Liz?
What?
Well, Liz reckons Sonia practically confessed to her.
But why would she risk planting the murder weapon on Baxter?
Because she's a psycho?
- (UNSETTLING MUSIC) - (INMATES CHATTER)
Told you she's got the hots for you.
Nope.
Maybe it's mutual.
Marie is ancient history.
(LAUGHS) Good.
Hey, listen, I gotta do something for Boomer
and I need you to help me.
- Yeah, sure. What do you need? - I need you to charm Smiles.
(LAUGHS)
You gonna shiv me for makin' a phone call?
You're going to sit tight and wait for Marie.
Told you.
Oh, Rita.
I was gonna call my boyfriend, Ray.
Bullshit.
We had an argument before I was slotted.
- I need to speak to him. - So use the prison phones.
They pulled my phone privileges.
- What was it about? - What?
The argument.
Oh, you know, stupid stuff.
His ex sniffing around, mainly.
- No, call Ray. - Oh, no, it's OK...
I insist.
- (CLEARS THROAT) - On speaker.
- (RINGING TONE) - MAN ON PHONE: Hello?
Ray, it's me, I'm on a burner...
Reets? You there?
Hey, Ray, what did you and Rita have an argument about?
Who's this? What's going on?
Last time I...
Ray? Ray?
What we always argue about. My ex.
- Reets, is every... - (HANGS UP)
You understand I had to check.
Oh, yeah, no worries.
Keep that safe, will you?
- We're good? - Oh, good, yeah.
Next time, just ask.
Yeah.
Sorry about that.
- How's it going? - Yeah, good.
(INMATES CHATTER)
We need to talk about what we're going to say tomorrow.
- I don't reckon you need me... - Stay positive, stay on story.
- That's all you worry about. - Well, what is the story?
Well, the story is how fantastic this workshop is.
How it's changed the lives of the women working here.
People like Boomer, hmm? Given them a positive future.
How, in spite of all the...
Governor! Ha!
This is a pleasant surprise.
I've just seen the question sheet for tomorrow's interview.
Why is Birdsworth involved?
It'd be good for her self-esteem.
Plus, she's a model for prison reform.
Recidivist turned peer worker.
- Liz? - Yeah?
Are you comfortable with this interview tomorrow?
You don't have to do it.
No, I want to do it. It'll be good for the women.
Mmm.
Hey, Ms Miles. Um, I heard my boxing magazine has arrived.
Can I pick it up?
Centre's closed unless you're doing a TAFE test.
Oh, I just want my mag.
- Come back on Friday. - Well, that sucks.
Can't I just pick it up? No-one'|| know.
Where's the harm in that?
Bloody expensive magazine.
- (SENSOR BLEEPS) - Make it quick.
- (KNOCKS AT DOOR) Out. - Come on, Allie, do something.
- (THUD) - Shit! Novak!
Sierra 6, I've got a code blue in the education corridor. Over.
- What happened? - MAN: Copy that, Sierra 6.
Fucked if I know. She just collapsed.
Oh, man, I think I just had a dizzy spell.
Yeah, I think I'm feeling better now.
Uh, it's OK, Ms Miles, I'll take her back to the unit.
- Thank you. - Thanks.
"Ohh, Ms Miles!" (LAUGHS) That was the worst acting ever.
Fuck off! It worked, didn't it?
What's happening?
Boomer, we just guaranteed you'll pass the welding test.
Oh, yeah? You gonna give me a brain transplant?
Better.
We swiped the test paper.
- Get fucked. Are you serious? - (CHUCKLES)
Shoplifting.
Is this a fuckin' joke?
It's shop fitting, Booms.
It's still the wrong paper.
Oh, fuck!
(BOTH LAUGH)
Dickheads.
Fuckin' idiots!
P.A.: Attention, compound, attention, compound.
The canteen is now open...
Just made a cuppa. Would you like one?
- Thanks. - Sorry about this morning.
- Got a bit desperate. - Oh, it's fine.
Drago's been looking daggers at me.
Oh, I wouldn't worry about that.
- She's just jealous. - (CHUCKLES)
I'd hate to see her really take a dislike to someone.
Hey, I've just made a cuppa. You want one? My shout.
I just spoke with Lukas.
How did the interview go?
- He says Pasquale's not the rat. - Can he be sure?
He chopped off a finger with a chisel...
Alright, I don't want to know the details.
It's not him. Believe me.
Now, while you're in here with me,
I don't want you doing anything that'|| draw attention to us.
I want to be out of here in six months, so keep a low profile.
Do you understand?
And for godsake, get out of those civvies, will you?
Fine.
Tell Lukas to find the rat.
Here, these'|| sort you out.
No, thanks.
Last time you gave me pills, you took my job.
Mate, relax. They're legit.
Better not stitch me up again or else...
Or what? You'll kill me.
Mate, just take the fuckin' tablets.
Do you want Vera getting suss?
I won't tell Vera anything.
You can't be sure of that.
Why do you think they use sleep deprivation in Gitmo?
White for stop, blue for go.
- How many do I take? - Two at a time.
MAN ON WALKIE-TALKIE: Sierra 7 to Sierra 3,
we have an electrical fault in H Block aircon.
Uh, this is Sierra 3.
I'm on my way. Over.
Oh, shit.
(DISTORTED MUSIC)
Oh, shit. Fuck.
(PIERCING RINGING)
(GRUNTS)
- INMATE 1: Mr Jackson? - INMATE 2: You alright?
- What's happening, Mr Jackson? - You alright?
Arrgh! Ugh!
Mr Jackson?
- (WARPED MUSIC) - INMATE: Mr Jackson?
- (PANTS AND GRUNTS) - (VOICES ECHO)
- He's off his head! - (GROANS)
- You alright, Mr Jackson? - Ugh!
- INMATE 1: Get out! - INMATE 2: Get out!
Get out! Get Out!
(WARPED VOICES ECHO)
(GRUNTS AND RETCHES)
- (INMATES MUTTER) - Boomer?
- Yo. - Watch the door.
Make sure nobody comes in.
OK. Nobody come in.
- (WILL MUMBLES) - Mr Jackson?
- I said get out. - Will, it's just me.
Are you OK?
Oh, my God, you're not. I'll get the nurse.
No! No.
You can't - I've taken something.
- What's goin' on, Boomer? - No-one's allowed in.
- Says who? - Says Kaz.
INMATE: She's in there with Mr Jackson.
Probably giving him a gobby.
- (OTHERS LAUGH) - Is that right?
I don't know.
What's happening, Will?
I don't know. I'm just... I'm just so exhausted.
|...| can't sleep and...
...| haven't slept... haven't slept since Ferguson.
(SNIFFS)
You know... (SNIFFS)
You know it was me. (SNIFFS)
I know.
You had good reason.
|...| didn't just kill her, Kaz.
(SNIFFS) I buried her alive.
(WHISPERS) I fuckin' buried her alive.
And I can't sleep and I keep on hear...
...| keep on hearing the shovel,
loads of dirt landing on the box
and... and her inside...
- Shh. - ..screaming and stuff.
- Like, it's constant. - Shhh.
- I can't...| can't get... - |t's OK.
It's OK.
You did that for us so that I didn't have to.
(WHIMPERS) I'm still... still... I'm still a murderer...
- I'm still a murderer, though. - No.
You...
...are the bravest man that I know.
(WILL SNIFFS)
(CRIES)
- I've had enough of this. - Hey!
Hey, hey, I said you can't... Arrgh!
Fucking hell, Boomer!
What part of "don't let anyone in" don't you understand?
(INHALES)
I was just thinking about my son.
And that... that just eats away at me day and night.
But the nights are far worse.
I understand that you have to do what you've gotta do.
I was...| was just trying to find some peace.
That's how you do it?
Yeah.
You're tormented too. I saw you in the bathroom.
Wasn't what you think.
Hey, I know what that was.
I know that well.
That's despair.
That was despair.
Get rid of it.
You have to forgive yourself first and that...
...|'ll never be able to do that.
I meant the drugs.
Boomer.
(H9)'-
My brain injury isn't my fault neither.
You got a brain injury too?
I had an accident.
It was a long time ago,
but before then I was pretty fuckin' smart.
Yeah, Einstein, eh? (LAUGHS)
My dad used to call me that.
Oh. No shit, eh?
Now I couldn't study to save myself.
That's alright, I've got boxing.
You're ace at that.
Yeah, and you're ace at welding.
That's why you gotta take the friggin' test.
It's too late 'cause it's tomorrow.
No. No, sis, it's never too late.
Hold your arms out. Grab that.
- It's gonna be a long night. - Ohhh.
- Take us through a JSA. - A what?
Job safety analysis.
- I can't do this. - No, no, come on, you know it.
What are the potential hazards of arc welding?
- Huh? - What can hurt you?
Oh, power cord. Radiation.
- Yeah! See? - ALLIE: See?
- Whoo! - Piece of piss.
(LAUGHS)
Where do you point the fire extinguisher?
At the frickin' fire.
- (OTHERS LAUGH) - Fuck.
- (LAUGHTER) - (YAWNING)
Fuel gas hoses usually...
ALLIE: Oi! Booms!
Are we freezing our tits off here for nothing?
Next question.
Come on.
You on a hunger strike or something?
I'm too nervous to eat.
No, you'll be right.
Just remember, piece of piss.
Yeah, piece of piss.
Piece of piss.
I hope you're firing on all cylinders
for our interview this morning, Liz.
Oh, yeah, I'm as fresh as a daisy.
Stevens. Birdsworth. They're ready for you now.
(OTHERS CHEER AND CLAP)
Good luck, guys.
- Whoo! - Good luck, guys.
- Good luck, Booms. - Good luck, Lizzie. Crush it.
Good luck for you too, yeah.
Yeah, the women are pretty geed up about this interview.
Yeah, I told them they could listen in.
Maybe it'll be good for morale.
Good for Stevens' ego.
There's a rumour circulating about Stevens.
She really is an angel?
That she killed Gilmour.
What?
And framed it on Baxter.
Where did you hear that?
I can't tell you that.
But it comes from a reliable source.
I don't doubt Stevens is capable of it,
but I think she's smarter than that.
Yeah, it's a big risk to plant the murder weapon on Baxter.
What could she possibly get from that?
(DOOR BLEEPS AND OPENS)
MAN ON RADIO: Five minutes past 10:00.
I'm Marshall Adams and this morning...
I'll have another word with Stevens before they start...
...entrepreneur and angel of Wentworth, Sonia Stevens.
You've probably seen her in the papers.
Hello, Sonia. Welcome to the program.
Thank you, Marshall. Good morning.
And repeat offender, mother of two, Elizabeth Birdsworth.
Oh. Yeah, hello.
- (OTHERS WHOOP) - Lizzie! Whoo!
So, ladies, repeat offending
is at record levels across the country.
But you're tackling it with a new program?
Yes, that's right, Marshall.
Liz and I, with the support of our governor, Vera Bennett,
we have started a new prison reform program
called Green Wall,
where we train and employ the women
and we prepare them for the outside world.
- Don't we, Liz? - Uh, yeah, that's right, Sonia.
As a matter of fact, some of our friends and colleagues
are sitting for their TAFE certificate as we speak...
- Yeah. - ..so, good luck, girls.
- LIZ: Yeah, good on you, guys. - That's all very noble.
But my sources tell me, Sonia,
that you shouldn't be in Wentworth in the first place.
Yes, Marshall, I am changing my plea.
Rumours about police corruption
and a dysfunctional judicial system.
Well, Marshall, you should ask Liz about that.
- She knows all about it. - No, I don't know...
Of course you do. You gave evidence at my trial.
'ZZZ
You lied in court to get me convicted, didn't you?
- Who put you up to that? - D... Don.
Detective Don Kaplan. You were Witness X weren't you, Liz?
- Ohh! - What?
W... we were in love and he asked me to do things.
- VERA: Shut it down. - Sexual things?
Well, |would've. He had a perfect cock...
(INMATES LAUGH)
Get Birdsworth back to her unit!
- What the hell was that? - My sentiments exactly...
Shut up! That is the end of your media campaign.
The next time you make the papers will be your sentencing.
Get her out as well.
SUPERVISOR: Time's up. Pens down.
Hey, how'd you go? Did ya smash it?
- I don't wanna talk about it. - Oh, come on, Booms.
You gotta give us something.
The whole thing's just a blur, hey?
Well, it can't have gone as bad as Liz's interview.
Why? What happened?
(SNIFFS) Oh, God.
Oh...
- Perfect cock? - (GASPS)
Are you trying to sabotage me?
YOU sabotaged ME.
I told you I couldn't do it.
We were supposed to be talking about the garden project
and then you brought up all that stuff about Don!
If this fucks me up, Elizabeth,
I will do what I've wanted to do for a very long time.
I Will kill you.
Why don't ya?
Just do it, go on! 'Cause I can't do this anymore.
It is driving me fucking insane!
- (GRUNTS) - Oh, fuck!
(WHISPERS) Get off me.
- Pathetic. - It's true.
I am losing my mind. I am not well.
- This is bullshit! - I think I've got dementia!
I do! (WHIMPERS)
|...| re...| really do.
Of course.
I am so sorry.
What you need is a nice little walk in the yard.
Yeah.
- Get some fresh air? - Yeah.
P.A.: Attention, compound. Work unit is now complete.
Stretch your legs. Come on.
Here she is, the lagger.
Fuckin' moll.
You got a fuckin' death wish, slag?
Everybody be quiet. I have something to say.
- Quiet! Please. - What are you gonna say?
Ladies, I give you...
...Witness X!
- No, no, no, no! - (OTHERS CLAMOUR)
- Why would you do that? - What do we do with laggers?
Liz?
She's not here.
(PANTS) Liz?
Oh, fuck!
Serves her right. Well, she lagged on Sonia.
- It wasn't my fault! - Yeah, yeah.
- It wasn't my fault! - (OTHERS SHOUT)
It wasn't my fault!
It wasn't my fuckin'... It wasn't my fault.
Let's teach her a fuckin' lesson!
- OTHERS: Yeah! - No!
Alright, that's enough! Break it up!
(LIZ WAILS)
Leave her the fuck alone!
- Back off! - Back off! Back off!
(LIZ CONTINUES CRYING)
Get these cows off her back.
- I'm gonna get you inside. - Back off, ladies!
- I'm gonna get you inside. - (WAILS) It wasn't my fault.
- It was Kaplan. - That's bullshit, Kaz.
Yeah, why the fuck are you protecting her?
- Shut up, Radio. - MILES: Let her pass.
LIZ: It wasn't my fault.
It wasn't my fault. I couldn't help it.
Now will you see the doctor?
(PANTS) I...| couldn't help it.
I couldn't... It wasn't... it wasn't my fault.
(PHONE RINGS)
(COMPUTER CLICKS)
- You, uh, wanted to see me? - Yeah. Come in.
Sit down.
You know when you tossed Baxter's cell...
We found the murder weapon.
The anonymous tip-off came from Stevens.
How do you know?
She wanted me to reopen the workshop.
She promised to give us Gilmour's killer if I agreed.
- You did a deal with Stevens? - Will, I was desperate.
The board and the press were all over me,
the police had no idea who killed her.
I thought the prison grapevine...
- So Stevens did do it. - And framed Baxter.
Well, she must have hidden the weapon
somewhere we didn't search.
So we have a weapon and a motive to frame Baxter but no proof.
Did you find anything on the CCTV?
- No. Not yet. - You wanted to see us.
Come in.
You all need to hear this as my senior staff.
I was forced to dismiss Nurse Radcliffe today.
Didn't see that coming.
There were drugs missing from medical
that she couldn't account for.
I wish I could say I was surprised,
but people never cease to disappoint me.
Proctor.
How's Liz?
She's with Allie.
Look, um,
I'm really sorry for dumping my shit on you last night.
It's OK.
Listen, um, what you said about Stevens,
the Governor's looking into it.
She thinks she killed Gilmour too?
And she's investigating
whether she planted the murder weapon on Baxter.
You have to put her in protection.
Well, we have to find proof.
Well, you have to find the proof
before Spike gets out of the slot.
She's gonna want justice
and I'm gonna have to deliver that.
- Done. - I like my white meat.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
Oh, fuck off. I'm not interested.
You didn't mind before.
That was because I was being paid to be a drug mule.
I can pay-
Sorry, already taken.
- I said fuck off. - (SNIGGERS)
- What was that? - Nothin' I can't handle.
Stay away from her, yeah?
Drago gives me the creeps.
- (DOOR SLAMS NEARBY) - (INMATES CHATTER)
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
I saw you trying to touch up that young Koori girl.
- What? - You like black chicks?
Fuck off.
Good, 'cause I don't like you either.
(SPEAKS SERBIAN)
Unfortunately, that's all the Serbian I know.
Ooh!
(SPEAKS SERBIAN)
(GROWLS)
- Hey, Zara, what are you doing? - Dragovic, get off her now!
-Let's go! .Stop! Zara, stop!
Officer needs assistance in here!
- Let's go, Dragovic. - (GROWLS)
You're going to the slot, Dragovic.
Which part of 'low profile' don't you understand?
Let's go.
Hey, you OK? You want to go to medical?
She jumped me.
Lucky you got here when you did. Bitch is crazy.
Yeah.
Now, I know you've been under a lot of pressure, so just relax.
OK, now, Liz, I've got some questions for you.
Oh, what sort of questions?
Uh, it's a little test. It's nothing to worry about.
- Just take your time. - OK.
OK, can you tell me where we are right now?
Yeah, we're in Wentworth.
Uh, what city and country?
Melbourne, Australia. Is this really the test?
Yeah. See? There's nothing to worry about.
Oh.
Now I'm going to name three things
and I'll ask you to repeat them back to me.
Later, I'll ask you again what they are. Understand?
Yeah, no worries. Go for it.
A teacup, a horse and a basketball.
Great.
Now, can you count back from 100 in sevens?
100, 93...
...87...
...80,
73...
...65...
OK, great. Thanks, Liz, that's enough.
Now those three things that I named.
Can you tell me what they are?
There was a... an animal, a horse.
Uh, and a mug.
It was a horse...
...and something.
It's OK, Liz, take a breath.
I know it. I...| know it.
It was a horse, a cup. A cup...
A horse, a cup...
(SOMBRE MUSIC)
Never mind.
We'll move on.
(H9)'-
I thought you might like to call Ray.
Thanks, I really appreciate it.
It's the least I can do.
I know...| know last week's interview was a debacle,
so you can save your breath if that's why you're here.
MAN: Well, it wasn't great,
but it may not matter because I've got better news.
Oh, God, yes, please.
Don Kaplan's been arrested.
Holed up in some pot den in Amsterdam.
(SCOFFS)
- No imagination. - Hmm.
So he's being extradited for extortion, corruption
and perverting the course of justice.
- Well, that is good news. - Mmm.
You realise all his cases are now tainted, don't you?
The DPP only have two witnesses -
a corrupt cop and a demented old hag.
And they know it.
So I've got a meeting with them in the morning.
Splendid.
And with a little bit of luck,
I'll have you out of here in 48 hours.
That a list of your girlfriends, Mr Stewart?
- TAFE test results. - Ohh!
Hey, hey, hey.
You know some turtles can breathe out of their bums?
- (LAUGHS) - Serious?
- I reckon this one could. - (INMATES CHATTER NOISILY)
- Hey, bitches, what's up? - Test results are in.
- (GASPS) - Go on.
- RUBY: Don't keep us waiting. - ALLIE: Go on, Booms.
RUBY: Go!
Get out of my fuckin' way. Move! Move!
- Hey! - Watch it, bitch!
How'd ya go, mate?
- Hey, Boomer! - OTHERS: Hey!
- Bring it back! - Come on!
Susan.
I didn't think you were talking to me.
I'm not.
Well, that's a shame. I do miss our little chats.
Suck that up!
You were wrong. I'm not a dumb arse.
- C+! - Yeah! (LAUGHS)
- I knew you had it in you. - Oh, bullshit.
(LAUGHS) You just had to believe in yourself.
A drink, to celebrate?
I'm not talkin' to ya. (SNIFFS)
That's alright. Just drink.
You're celebrating and so am I.
Alright, what are you so happy about?
(LAUGHS) My release.
In two days, I will be free.
Do you know what that means?
- Yeah, you're out of here. - I am.
And now that you have your TAFE certificate,
the workshop will all be yours.
Yeah. Fuck! (LAUGHS)
What's the occasion?
Sonia's getting out in two days.
Is that right? Boomer, make yourself scarce.
- Oh, I'm... I'm celebratin'. - Celebrate somewhere else.
(GRUNTS AND LAUGHS)
Well, you certainly know how to kill a party.
Well, I know that you killed Gilmour.
And that you framed Spike for it.
(SCOFFS) You've been talking to the demented old hag.
You know she's losing her marbles.
You're fucked.
You're not going anywhere.
That is your professional legal opinion, is it?
I don't need a legal opinion.
When Spike gets out of the slot tomorrow,
I'm going to put it to the women.
Let them decide what to do with you.
So you think you can try the Angel of Wentworth?
I can and I will.
I just hope, for your sake, things don't get out of hand.
I mean, you remember what they did to Ferguson.
You could be out in two days.
Or dead in one.