You saw them. They want to kill her!
We had a deal. I got you the conjugal visits.
Make it clear that Ferguson is off-limits.
If you'd be willing to guarantee my safety...
Guarantee your safety?
Oh, I've been approved.
- Who with? - Daz.
But you're not even with Daz, love.
Why would they reject me?
A whole bunch of other women are getting conjugals.
- I should have been approved. - You can feel it?
I'll send you to the hospital for a mammogram.
Has anybody told you what really happened in the fire?
I couldn't save Warner, but I did save your son.
Sex has never really been my...
Well, maybe you've been doing it with the wrong people.
Maybe.
I know the women want their pound of flesh.
You want me to bash you?
FERGUSON: Give the women what they want.
You gonna kill me or help me?
I'll protect you.
SONG: ♪ You don't know me
♪ When I don't know you
♪ You don't know me
♪ When I don't know you
♪ You're calling me in
♪ And you're catching me out
♪ You're calling me in
♪ And you're catching me out
♪ You're calling me in
♪ And you're catching me out
♪ You don't know me
♪ When I don't know you. ♪
(BREATHES SHAKILY)
(ECHOES DISTORT)
(GAS PS)
- (BREATHES SHAKILY) - Shh. Shh, shh, shh. It's OK.
It's OK.
Just tell me, Joan.
Just tell me who did this to you.
Shh. Shh. It's OK.
It's OK.
- OK. Here they are. Hold on. - (MOANS)
KAZ: Was it Bea Smith?
It wasn't Bea Smith.
(WHISPERS) Kaz!
Kaz.
Go to bed. You've done all you can for her.
Come on.
What kind of woman does that to another woman?
Well, they're not all like you, Kaz.
Some of 'em are just fuckin' arseholes.
And we are in prison.
No-one should suffer like Joan is.
No-one deserves to be raped.
Someone has to pay.
(INDISTINCT P.A. ANNOUNCEMENT)
(DOOR OPENS)
KAZ: Joan.
Jesus Christ.
(GROANS)
Just get me a fresh pair, please.
Are you alright?
OK.
- MILES: Prepare to go outside... - FERGUSON: Just go. Go, go.
(WHISPERS) Go. I'll be fine.
- (BLEEPING) - (LOCK OPENS)
Barrett.
Novak.
Proctor.
Ferguson.
- Ferguson! - MAN ON P.A.: Attention, compound.
Attention, compound. H Block are now called to breakfast.
Attention, compound. Attention, compound.
H Block are now called to breakfast.
BEA: What's happened to Proctor's crew?
- LIZ: Weird, isn't it? - BEA: Mmm.
Maybe she killed them in their sleep.
And then ate them.
Not funny.
So...
Real sorry, but I'm gonna have to bail
on laundry duty tomorrow, eh?
- I said cannibalising. - You want to know why?
- Could be. - Yeah. Yeah.
- You want to know why? - Why, Booms?
'Cause I'm gonna be rootin' Daz all arvo.
- LIZ: What? - Conjugals are back on!
- How are they back on? - Oh... Well, 'cause, uh...
Kell from J Block, you know, she copped the blame
for cue-balling Mr Lawson, so...
Yeah, with a bit of your encouragement, Booms?
- No. What? - Hmm?
How about I do your make-up and Bea does your hair?
Oh, yeah! You reckon? Oh, yeah, but don't...
Don't do it like last time, eh?
'Cause that shit took ages to wear off.
BOOMER: So... I don't want that, OK?
Guaranteed it won't be like last time.
BOOMER: What do you think you might do?
Booms. Booms. Just remember, she got knocked back, yeah?
Yeah. Well, that's not my fault.
I know it's not your fault, but try and have some understanding.
Hey, Dors! You can do something too.
You could, like, iron my pants or something.
LIZ: Iron your pants? It'd take a fuckin' week.
You alright, love?
She's not even with Daz.
- Everyone knows that. - I know, love. I'm sorry.
I mean, Nash is the father of my child.
And it's so unfair...
(ROOM BECOMES SILENT)
(MOUTHS WORD)
You are kidding me.
Doreen.
Freak!
(TAPS RHYTHMICALLY)
(OTHERS JOIN IN)
- LUCY: Freak! - (TAPPING INTENSIFIES)
Freak!
Ignore them.
Alright! Settle down!
Settle down now or I'll slot every one of you!
Serve this woman.
BOOMER: So, what's she doing?
She in their crew now?
I thought she was taking her meals in her cell.
- Apparently not. - FERGUSON: I'm sorry.
I have to go.
FERGUSON: I'm sorry.
Go on, ya fuckin' psycho!
I'm out.
- Hey, what's going on? - What?
What are you doing protecting her?
Oh. You know Kaz. Gotta help a sister.
Sister? She's no sister.
She was attacked.
Pretty badly.
- Did she say who did it? - No. She won't talk about it.
Listen to me.
That woman is a psychopath.
You gotta back away right now. Don't help her out.
If she asks you to do anything, anything at all,
just report it to me, OK?
She's, like, 50, and she can barely move.
I think we can handle her.
You got no idea.
We need to find out who did the attack.
Find out who wasn't at breakfast yesterday.
(HYPERVENTILATES)
Just breathe. It's alright. It's alright.
It's alright.
Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.
Joan, look at me. Look at me.
Will Jackson did this to you, didn't he?
Didn't he?
Shit!
He... He just needed to assert his power.
It's done now. That'|| be the end of it.
No. He needs to be dealt with.
Please, please, please do not say anything.
If they know that I've been attacked,
they will send me back into protection.
There, I'm at their mercy.
Back away.
I know this is terrifying, but we can protect you
and we can take him on.
No. No, no, no, no...
There's strength in numbers, Joan.
Haven't you worked it out yet?
Will Jackson and Bea Smith.
That's how she survived, how she... rose to power.
When I began at Wentworth...
...| heard the rumours.
I tried to expose them, but I never succeeded.
If I had...
...neither of us would be here right now.
- MILES: Ferguson! - Piss off.
Pull your head in, Proctor.
You've got a meeting with your lawyer.
(BOTH LAUGH)
(DOOR OPENS)
- Maxine. - MAXINE: Hello.
How have you been?
Oh, I'm OK.
Now...
I got your results this morning.
- Mm-hm. - And...
I'm afraid it's not good news.
The tests indicate some malignant cells.
- Has it spread or...? - Well...
That's a conversation best had with the specialist.
OK, every cancer treatment is unique, and in your case,
we need to consider your course of hormones.
I'll be able to keep taking them, my hormones?
We don't know yet. Um...
Some types of breast cancer are oestrogen-sensitive.
The specialist will be in conversation
with your... (VOICE FADES) ..endocrinologist,
and together, they'll devise a plan and a schedule...
(DOOR CLOSES)
What happened about eating in her unit?
She claimed she had Kaz Proctor's protection.
I wanted to see if it was true.
Well, I would have preferred to know.
Yeah, sorry.
How did she manage this so quickly?
WOMAN ON RADIO: Sierra 7 to Sierra 2.
Come in, Sierra 7.
Requesting your presence in the strip-search room.
Prisoner Ferguson is refusing a search.
It was a supervised meeting with a reputable lawyer.
This is entirely unnecessary.
Remove your clothing.
Now.
- What happened? - I fell.
Clearly, you didn't just fall.
Bathroom tiles are very slippery.
It's filthy in there. You should look into that.
Underwear.
Turn around.
Bend over.
Who did this to you?
Told you. I fell.
In fact, the prisoners have been most supportive and sympathetic.
They've facilitated my recovery considerably.
Get dressed.
Call the nurse. Now.
Tell her we're bringing prisoner Ferguson in
for a mandatory medical check.
I'm sure I don't need to remind you that my permission
is required for an internal examination.
Then you leave me no choice
but to have you sent back to protection.
There are absolutely no grounds, as it was an accident.
I want to see all officers in the staffroom in 20 minutes.
KAZ: What's going on, Governor? Where's she being taken?
- Not your problem, Proctor. - You alright, Joan?
- VERA: She is fine! Move on! - KAZ: It's OK, Joan.
If anything happens to you, we won't stand for it.
It's OK. We're here.
So you're OK with it, are ya?
That a guard attacked a woman and raped her?
What?
You know what I'm talking about.
Your toy boy Will Jackson brutalised Joan Ferguson.
- LIZ: What?! - Oh, it's funny, is it?
- You're all fuckin' laughing? - BOOMER: Yeah.
Is that what she told you? He didn't do it. Trust me.
Yeah, of course you'd cover for him. Screw lover.
- Hey! - Nah, nah. It's OK, Booms.
Mr Jackson would never lay a finger on her.
She's playing Yo“-
I'd watch my back if I was you.
Victim's a liar? Fuck. I've never heard that one before.
She's no victim.
You don't know the history of this place and what she's done.
I know we've got a top dog who'd rather protect
the screw she's fucking!
- (WOMEN GASP) - BOOMER: Yeah!
Oh, yeah, you want to fuckin' go? Do ya?
You're listening to the wrong person, dickhead.
See that? She doesn't give a shit about any of us.
She fucks the screws and then lets them abuse us!
There's your fuckin' top dog!
Screw lover!
You can't stick up for him like that, Bea.
Of course I'm gonna stick up for him.
What Kaz is saying is utter crap.
You've just gotta be careful how it comes across, Bea.
- 'Cause he is a screw. - Yeah, and she is the Freak.
What did happen to her?
Doreen! You're always at me. For fuck's sake!
(SIGHS) Fuck.
- She was ganged. - DOREEN: Ganged? By who?
Dunno.
But you all know it wasn't Mr Jackson.
- That's bullshit. - Yes, love, we know that.
But you gotta let him sort it out himself.
LIZ: You can't be seen defending a screw.
You know there's nothing worse than that.
Hey.
How'd you go?
Did you find out anything?
The Asian crew didn't know anything.
Well, what about Juice?
Juice was at breakfast, darlin'.
But I'm on it.
(BEA GROANS)
Are you alright?
Did you get your results?
Oh.
- It was benign. - Oh!
- God, that's great news, Max. - Yeah.
Great news. And you gotta do any follow-up or...?
- No, none. - Oh! What a relief!
Oh, you are gonna sleep well tonight, love.
- Yeah. - Like a baby.
- (BOTH LAUGH) - Great news.
Ah! Ms Westfall.
I didn't know we had a scheduled appointment.
Consider this an informal check-in.
I hear you've been injured.
- Quite badly. - Minor accident.
I bruise easily.
And how has the transition to general been?
Quite difficult, I imagine.
Actually, it's been something of a relief.
Oh, really?
Yeah, it's nice not to be cooped up all the time.
New company.
It's been quite instructive seeing my former colleagues
from a fresh perspective.
And what is it you think you see?
What I see is you and Vera Bennett pathetically trying
to get me to admit to some imagined persecution.
Anything so you can move me back into protection.
- (PHONE RINGS) - An attack, maybe?
A Qanging?
Have you been attacked?
Ganged?
Um...
No.
And do you know what I see?
I see you submitting yourself to this brutal ordeal
to serve some twisted agenda.
And I don't know...
...what you think you can achieve,
other than death.
(SNIFFS)
What happened to Franky?
- Bet you're missing her. - (LOCK OPENS)
Back off. We've got her. You alright?
I just want to get back to the unit.
What'd they do to you?
Not here.
You devious, twisted mother-fucker.
- Oh... - It's OK.
It's alright. We've got you. It's OK.
She has severe bruising,
consistent with a brutal sexual assault,
and I am... struggling to understand how that happened,
seeing as she has been under constant guard
for over 48 hours.
She put herself in general. That's how it happened.
It is my expectation that if I put someone, anyone,
under guard, they will not be savagely attacked.
One of you must know something.
VERA: Alright.
Then I am presuming that all of you can confirm
that at every shift handover,
prisoner Ferguson was completely unharmed.
MITCH: She was fine when I got her from Ed.
Yep. Same when I handed her over.
Rest assured this isn't the end of this.
If anyone has any relevant information,
I'd encourage you to come and talk to me privately.
Thank you.
Have you considered that she might have done it to herself?
Proctor for you, Governor.
What happened to your face?
Um, I ran into a door.
Same door that attacked Joan Ferguson?
- Apparently not. - Alright.
- Then who did attack her? - How would I know?
Well, you seem to have taken Ferguson under your wing,
as ill-advised as that may be.
She needed protection, and you obviously couldn't,
or wouldn't, provide it.
Has it occurred to you that she might be manipulating you?
(LAUGHS)
Are you saying she fucked herself up to get me onside?
- Have you seen her injuries? - Then prove me wrong.
Tell me which prisoner did this.
What makes you think it was a prisoner?
- Where's Mr Jackson? - Over there.
Hey, Bea. Just about my conjugals.
- I'm about to put in my appeal. - Not now, Dor.
Do you reckon you can have a word to the governor...
- Yeah, yeah, OK. - When, though?
Not now.
(KNOCKS)
OK, well... Thanks for the support, Bea.
MAN ON P.A.: Attention, compound. Attention, compound.
Phones are now available for use.
Hey.
What is it, Smith?
A heads-up.
Ferguson's telling people you raped her.
What? (LAUGHS)
- No-one's gonna believe that. - Proctor does.
- Oh, for fuck's sake. - Ferguson's playing her.
OK, so who did attack her? Do you know?
I don't know, but it happened at breakfast.
Wait, wait, wait. Breakfast when?
- Yesterday? - Fuck!
Allie! Allie.
- Yeah. - You're coming with me.
Jesus!
Out.
I said get out!
God! Calm down.
You do love roughing me up in the showers, don't ya?
Take that back to Kaz, there'|| be consequences, you hear?
You know...
...you could just say to me, "Hey, Allie."
Uh, "Woman to woman, friend to friend..."
- You're not a friend of mine. - (LAUGHS)
You don't rule by charm, do ya, Bea?
I'm not gonna say anything.
Good.
"Yeah. Cheers, Allie. No worries. I owe you one."
Are you on with him?
Jackson.
There's definitely something there.
It's... Uh...
(SIGHS)
When my daughter died, he did something for me. He...
He did me a favour. And I'll never forget it.
That's it.
OK.
So no sex, then?
Good.
(DOOR CLOSES)
- When did you hear this? - Uh, before.
It's just a rumour. I thought I should report it immediately.
And where... did this attack supposedly take place?
Well, I didn't get specific details.
- Possibly during breakfast time. - In her unit?
I don't know, Governor.
I mean, as I said, it's not a formal accusation.
I mean, I haven't made contact with Ferguson whatsoever.
OK, so, what's this, then?
Here.
WILL: OK - yes, I did escort her
back to her unit after the incident in the yard.
I mean, it was an emergency situation.
And then you remain in her unit, unaccounted for, for some time.
It would have been less than a minute.
I told you specifically
to have no contact with Ferguson under any circumstances.
- If you think I did anything... - Oh, of course I don't!
But it's a huge concern that she has made this accusation,
even informally, and thanks to your carelessness,
you've left yourself wide open.
Officially, she's still saying she fell.
For now.
Oh, for God's sake, Will!
You know her. You know what she's like.
Just stay away from her.
Fuck!
Ah.
- You wanted to see me? - Just heard a disturbing rumour.
You know, about the conjugals?
That your application had been knocked back
and yet Jenkins was approved?
Tell me that's not true, surely.
- Really? - Mmm.
It's ridiculous.
Governor Bennett's ruling, I presume.
Could I offer you some advice?
Jenkins.
WOMAN: I will take it.
WOMAN 2: Yeah, I'd take anything to get a root.
Jenkins.
- Open up. - I took it.
You want that conjugal tomorrow,
I need to know you swallowed that pill.
Ah-ah!
Bit of toothpaste wouldn't hurt.
(COUGHS)
- Mr J. - Jenkins.
- Rapist. - What was that?
Proctor, stop!
What was that?
This rumour you're spreading is bullshit, and you know it.
- You gonna hit me now? - Don't be ridiculous, OK?
See, I've never touched a prisoner.
There are women in this prison
who are real victims of assault, OK?
You're d... you're demeaning all of them.
You're demeaning everything they've been through.
You call yourself a defender of women? You're pathetic.
Nice speech.
- Get Sal and call the others. - Are you alright? What happened?
- He's fucking crossed the line. - Who has?
Will Jackson. We're getting the Reds together.
- OK. Just hang on a second. - No, no, no.
- It's time for payback. - Hey, Kaz!
We can't do anything in here. We're on remand.
Allie, we'll just be really, really smart about it.
There's cameras everywhere.
Not everywhere.
The surveillance system is far from infallible.
There are deficiencies.
And as it happens...
...| know every one.
Come on, Jenkins. Get moving. Your hair's fine.
- WOMAN: This is gonna be great! - BEA: Don't touch it.
- BOOMER: I can't do that. - Don't touch it!
- I have to. - No.
You look beautiful.
(WOMEN CHEER)
Come on, bitches!
SONG: ♪ One way or another
♪ I'm gonna find ya
♪ I'm gonna getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha
♪ One way or another
♪ I'm gonna win ya
♪ I'm gonna getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha... ♪
I'm gonna get fucked! I'm gonna get fucked!
- Yeah! - J' I'm gonna see ya
♪ I'm gonna meetcha, meetcha meetcha, meetcha... ♪
I'm gettin' my fuck on! My fuck on!
♪ I'm gonna meetcha
I'll meetcha
♪ I will drive past yourhouse“.I
You know the rules.
Two hours. Condoms are provided. They're on the side table.
- (BLEEPING) - (LOCK OPENS)
You been workin' out, Daz?
Yeah. Yeah, a little bit.
Yeah.
Cool. Right.
Wait. Just wait. Just hold on a second.
What?
I reckon your sister might be onto us.
Why? What'd you say?
I said I was |ookin' at a second-hand Nissan.
But then a fuckin' screw rang up yesterday doing a cross-check.
- And she was in the next room. - Right, well...
You're here now, yeah, so... might as well just do it...
- No, but what if she finds out? - How's she gonna know?
Well, I don't know. She might smell me or something.
- Well, fuck, just have a shower! - What, here, in a lady prison?
No. No. Go to your mum's place on the way...
- I don't talk to Mum anymore. - Well... Daz.
This is the first time I've had sex in... oh...
...fuckin' ages.
- Eh? - No. Well, think about it.
Eh?
I'll do everything.
What, everything everything?
Yep.
Even the...?
-Yep. _(PANTS)
Everything.
Oh, well...| guess maybe I could stop at Damo's...
- Yeah. - ..on the way home...
...and have a shower there.
Yeah. Damo's.
- DAZ: Yeah. - (BOTH MOAN)
You can understand our position, Doreen.
DOREEN: I have always been a model prisoner.
Your pregnancy reflected very badly on this prison.
If I could finish.
I have always been a model prisoner and now peer worker.
The day I fell pregnant, I was left unsupervised
and unprotected amongst five visiting male prisoners.
My legal advice suggests
that's a massive breach of your duty of care
and I'd be well within my rights to sue.
There would also be significant media interest
in a young Wentworth prisoner who ended up pregnant
via staff incompetence.
But I might not take those steps
if my conjugal application were to be approved.
Who have you been talking to?
Oh, Doreen.
(DAZ GROANS)
Sorry. It's the pressure.
- Me arm's gettin' sore. - Sorry!
- Fuck. Is this 'cause of Trina? - No.
- You only like it with her now? - No, it's not that.
- No? - No, you're still the best.
Trina... Trina never wants to do any of the stuff you used to do.
Yeah? Like what?
Doggie style, nope. Motorboat, nope.
Suck me off, nope.
Not unless you're just straight out of the shower.
She never wants to do that.
She won't even discuss the other thing.
Oh, fuck.
Yeah.
Wait, wait. Hold on. Hold on.
No, no, no. No condom. You don't need it.
- No, I gotta. They said I gotta. - No, you don't need it!
If you get... if you get preggers, I'll go to jail.
No. No, they won't blame you. They'll blame me.
- I'm meant to be on the pill. - What? Wait, what?
What? Are you... Are you trying to get pregnant?
Just a bit.
Hey, Dazza. Come on.
Daz, Daz. What are you doing? Come on.
- Come on. No, don't do that. - I'm with Trina now.
Stop thinking about her. Stop thinking about her.
- You can't have... - Daz, please. I want this.
- I want this so fuckin' bad! - Yeah, we all want things.
No, worse than anything.
- I'll be a really good mum. - Suze.
I will be. I promise you I'll be a really good mum.
Yeah.
(SOBS) I really will. I promise you.
So, please, just, please.
I cross my heart. Promise. Please?
I'm sorry, Suze.
- Please, Daz, come back. Dazzie! - Oi!
Dazzie! Come back!
Please don't go.
(SOBS)
Split here.
When you get to the walkway, hug close and stay low.
Filming it?
And uploading. Standard.
- You right? - Yep.
Don't mask up till the walkway, OK?
- Yep. - Go.
- Yeah, this one's buggered. - Why am I not surprised?
- (LAUGHS) - Oh, Boomer!
- Hey! - What is it?
- LIZ: Lovey, what happened? - Hey, what happened?
- Honey, what's up? Honey... - Boomer.
- Did you see Daz? - (SOBS)
- (WOMEN SPEAK SOOTHINGLY) - Darling! Did you see Daz?
Everything OK?
There's gonna be an attack on Mr Jackson.
- What? - Payback for the Ferguson thing.
- Now. - Wait! Wait! Where?
In the kitchen. He's on duty. I've gotta go. Sorry.
- Novak! What are you doing here? - Sorry. Ah, sorry.
ALLIE: I thought I'd left something there, but I...
- How's the eye? - (LOCK OPENS)
Hey. That's the last of it.
Are we good to go, Mr Jackson?
Yeah. You're good. Thank you.
- Clear? - Yeah.
Mercado!
MAN: Slow down, Smith, or I'll have you on report.
- Where's Allie? - Dunno.
Smith! Why aren't you at your work station?
Smith!
You need to call Mr Jackson - you need to radio Mr Jackson
and tell him to get out of the kitchen now.
- What are you talking about? - (RADIO CRACKLES)
- Hey! - Mr Jackson!
If you're in the kitchen, get out immediately.
Can you hear me? Mr Jackson, get out of the kitchen now!
Yen Copy that.
Oh! (GROANS)
BEA: Mr Jackson? Are you there?
(GROANS)
(WOMAN GROANS)
(BEEPING)
BEA: Mr Jackson, are you reading me? Are you OK?
Mr Jackson! Have you left the kitchen?
- KAZ: Get out. Now. - WILL: Fuck.
This is a code blue.
Officer needs assistance in the dining room.
(ALARM BLARES)
Fuck! Get back to your units now. Go!
KAZ: Go, go, go, 9°-
MAN ON P.A.: All prisoners return to their units.
I repeat...
VERA ON RADIO: Officer requires assistance
in the dining area immediately.
All prisoners return to their units.
WILL: Fuckin' Red Right Hand. I'm gonna get 'em.
Yeah, well, slow down - if they were all wearing masks,
you won't be able to formally identify them.
Give me five minutes with Proctor. I'll make sure.
You know I can't sanction that.
You know, Will, I seriously worry about your judgement.
What? Because I care about my job?
That's exactly what Proctor wants you to do.
Oh, that's bullshit.
To provoke you into an act of violence. Calm down and think.
OK, so we just let them get away with attacking an officer?
At least you didn't wind up with hep C.
Just... tell Linda to send Smith to my office.
- Fine. - (LOCK OPENS)
(ALLIE WHISPERS) I'm so sorry.
I got Stopped
Did you tell her?
- Tell who? - Did you tell Bea Smith?
What? No.
Allie, you were the only one that knew about that attack
who wasn't there.
I got pulled in for a random drug test.
I didn't say anything. I promise.
FERGUSON: Might I make an observation?
The attack failed, yes?
But Bea Smith was exposed, publicly,
screaming for her lover, a screw.
For a self-proclaimed top dog, there is no greater sin.
You capitalise on that,
it will be the final nail in her coffin.
Come on, Smith. You obviously knew what was going on.
I just wanted a chat with Mr Jackson.
You grabbed Ms Miles's radio.
You're aware that's a slottable of fence.
Just tell me what you know.
Nothing.
Sorry.
Could you give us a moment?
(DOOR OPENS)
- (DOOR CLOSES) - (SIGHS)
I can slot Kaz Proctor.
We can break this alliance with Ferguson if you talk to me.
Please.
Dunno.
Sorry.
- Ms Miles? - (DOOR OPENS)
I will deal with you later.
WOMAN: Screw lover!
Screw fucker!
WOMAN: Here she comes.
Not so popular now, are you, Smith?
I guess it'll give you something to think about
when you're in the slot.
- Righto. - Bloody hell. Bea.
I warned you about defending a screw, and what do you do?
- You take out a fucking ad! - You know how this goes, Liz.
I'll be slotted and then it will all blow over.
Well, you'd better bloody hope so,
'cause Kaz is revving up the women,
and they all think you betrayed them.
- OK. - It's not OK.
- She's not herself, is she? - Nope.
I try to talk to her and she just bloody ignores me.
- We're supposed to be a family. - Mmm.
And I feel like the cranky grandmother.
Wait. Can you play the whole thing?
- We have to slot her. - What, for warning me?
She disobeyed an officer and seized her radio.
- What other option do we have? - Just... let me handle it?
I played... right into her hands.
Bea, it doesn't matter about Kaz.
Now I've lost the women.
- The governor's on my back. - Bea.
They'll probably neck Allie for tipping me off.
- Bea. - This is... bull... bullshit!
Yes, got it. Bullshit. Now give it a fuckin' rest, will ya?
What's up your arse?
Nothing.
Yeah, fight
Well, come on. Spit it out.
Hm.
They found a lump in my breast and they have to cut it out.
Wh...
- Cancer? - Mm-hm.
Yep.
Oh, Maxine.
- Why didn't you say anything? - It's just a lump, Bea.
Just a lump? It's bloody cancer.
They're gonna cut it out and it's gonna be fine.
It's not that bad. We got it early.
The doctor's not worried, and neither am I.
Hey, but...
This is why I didn't want to tell you.
It's no big deal.
MAXINE: Right?
Are you... Are you gonna tell the other women?
No! It weakens us.
- Think I give a fuck about that? - WILL: Smith, you in there?
- Yeah, just a sec! - Need a word.
Go on.
Fuck off. Everything's good.
(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)
Yeah?
Thank you, Bea.
- What for? - For what you did.
Alright. Let's go.
No, there won't be any action against you.
What?
But you... you have to slot me, yeah? You have to.
No, I...| just came to say thank you.
Mr Jackson?
(GROANS)
You fucking screw!
WOMEN: Bea!
You don't touch the women! You hear me? Any women!
- (INAUDIBLE) - It doesn't matter who they are!
Or you'll have me to deal with! You got that? Fucking screw!
(BEA GROANS)
Fuck!
(WOMEN CHEER)
(HANDCUFFS CLICK)
(WOMEN CHANT)
Bea! Bea! Bea! Bea! Bea!
This doin' it for ya, Gazza? Yeah? Fuckin' screw.
(CHANTING CONTINUES)