Wentworth

The name says it all.

"Wentworth Correctional Center."

It's written all over the building.

It's on our name badges

and our employment contracts.

Think of it as a mission statement.

Society has deemed these women defective and it's our job to fix them.

Not to pander, to befriend,

to indulge or to accommodate.

We exist to correct.

Now for three months, these women have had it easy.

Your instability has given them opportunity.

They'll have established new systems and networks.

Their confidence will be at an all-time high.

Today, that confidence ends.

Today, we shut their systems down.

We stamp on their opportunities. We destroy their networks.

Each and every person here will know their place.

This is a prison,

and we are in charge.

Hold it there.

Step away from the trolley.

Empty it.

Slot her.

It's not my fault, I swear! I didn't tell her!

I swear to fuckin' God it wasn't me!

And who are you?

My name's Ms. Ferguson.

But you can call me Governor.

No, I don't know much about her,

except she cleaned up Stone Park in Queensland

and they gave her the nickname of 'The Fixer'.

But I reckon we can do better than that, don't you? The Fixer?

- That's stupid. - Hey, we got 'em.

- Who? - Them.

Let 'em go.

Start talking.

- It wasn't my fault. - I just did what you said.

- Me either. It must have been Sky. - Sky's job was to push a trolley.

It was yours to get the gear off the driver and hide it in the bag.

- Yeah, that's what we did. - What, right in front of the new Governor?

- No one saw us, I swear. - No?

So how the fuck did she know where it was?

Okay.

One of you screwed up.

One of you ruined my whole fucking system.

Okay?

So who's got the guts to step up, huh?

Who's going to take some responsibility?

- Oh, Franky, come on. - Who was it?

Okay.

You know how the Romans settled this shit?

Booms.

- Put 'em in your cell. - What? Why mine?

Just do it.

Don't... Don't touch anything.

Okay.

Now you're gonna slug it out.

- The winner gets to walk. - Okay, you've taught 'em a lesson, Franky.

Now let 'em go!

Now who's gonna throw the first punch?

- Do it. - We don't have to do this.

If we both say no, she can't...

Oh!

Now you finish it.

- (LINDSAY GROANING) - (BOOMER LAUGHING)

You can't make 'em do it. It's sick.

Shut the door. I don't want to hear it.

- Fletch. - Mate.

So, where's my duty free, buddy?

I suppose you've drunk it all?

Nope, I'm off the grog, mate.

Four weeks tomorrow.

What, a month in Bali and you never touched a drop?

Correct. Yeah, it's part of the new stress management thing I'm doing.

- Nice one. - Yeah.

I see Ferguson lucked out finding contraband on her first morning.

Yeah, I bet she was tipped off.

You know, someone's obviously sucking up to her.

Welcome back.

Hey, Vera.

I wanted to say hi after the meeting, but you kind of did a runner.

I had to call the hospital.

I'll leave you guys to it.

I'm, uh, sorry, to hear about your Mum. How's she doing?

The oncologist says she's only got a few weeks, so I'm moving her back home.

- And you're going to keep working? - Yeah, I need to.

Well, you know, if there's anything I can do.

No. No, thanks.

Hey, um, I got you something.

In Bali.

Okay.

They reckon it stimulates positive energy. I...

I thought, you know, it might be good, you know, um,

with your mum.

So here's where you're hiding.

I need you in Medical.

Of course.

Not talking? - I'm not sure they can.

Any theories?

Ah, it could be a reprisal for the contraband you found this morning.

These prisoners are out of control.

Erica Davidson was clearly out of her depth.

Oh, she did her best.

We've been understaffed since she left, and Mr. Channing was hardly ever

here, and...

Which of the inmates stepped up when Jacs Holt was killed?

Bea Smith was the favorite, but since she wasn't around,

Franky Doyle took over. She's in H2.

I'll see her.

Now.

- Sorry to keep you waiting. - No.

Thank you, Ms. Miles.

First day's always a nightmare. I haven't even eaten yet.

Oh, you should join us for lunch. I make a killer omelet.

That's right. You won the breakfast round of that TV show.

What was your winning dish again?

- Caramelized onion and... - Sweet potato. Yes, I remember.

Well, as tempting as that is,

I prefer to eat alone. It's useful.

- Thinking time. - Hmm.

You've redecorated. I'm not sure about the color.

Ms. Davidson and I clearly have very different tastes.

Well, the Department are idiots.

She was a good Governor.

I gather that you two really hit it off.

Hmm, we understood each other.

I'd like to understand you, Franky.

Ooh, that's a bit forward.

I need someone with smarts and influence to help me keep the women in line.

Someone to help stop contraband supply in its tracks.

I wouldn't know anything about that.

If we work together,

it could be mutually beneficial.

What's in it for me?

You must be feeling the pressure.

It's lonely at the top.

Dangerous, too.

Only the best get to stay there.

The rest, they end up like Jacqueline Holt.

Cooperate with me and I'll ensure that you stay where you belong.

What if I say no?

I'll find somebody else.

There's plenty of contenders out there.

Well, quid pro quo.

I need to look after my girls.

What would you like?

Well, for starters, Kim Chang's doing her CPA.

And I've been helping her, but, I've got my own study to worry about.

I can arrange that.

So we have a deal.

We'll chat again soon.

Oh, nearly forgot. (CHUCKLES)

I believe these are yours.

What the fuck.

- These were meant to be posted. - To an ex-Governor?

I expect Mr. Channing felt that was inappropriate.

You read 'em?

Ferguson's a fucking player.

What's she done now?

- What are they? - Unless you've got good news, piss off.

Well, the girls in D-Block are bitching about the bust this morning.

- Actually C-Block are pretty pissed, too. - Booms, I said good news.

Oh, ah. Oh, hey, this might cheer you up.

Hang on.

I told you to keep that stashed.

- Yeah, I videoed the scrag fight. - What the hell did you do that for?

Hello! It's a scrag fight.

Fuck!

The phone is for deals only. If I find out you've been calling

- your boyfriend again... - No. No.

No, 'cause I wouldn't, and I didn't and I wouldn't.

- How many times? - Just once.

But listen. No, listen. Listen.

Me sister reckons he's rooting someone else, eh.

How much of the fight did you film?

- Eh? - How much of the fight did you film?

Oh, just... Just the good bits, when they were on the floor.

Lindsay pulled Sarah's hair out and she went boonta.

- (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) - (THUNDER RUMBLING)

- Hey. - Hey.

- Hey, how was the visit? - Oh, great.

- Kaiya's getting so tall. - (CHUCKLING)

And she's done you a drawing.

The screws said they'd bring it in later for you.

- Oh, nice. - Yeah.

Hey, um...

Heard about the girls.

I tried to see 'em, but they're still in Medical.

Oh, it was bloody horrible. Franky is losing the plot.

She's worse since Davidson left.

Well, she's scared. She knows she's got a target on her back.

- Especially with the bust this morning. - Yeah.

Hey, they reckon Tanya from C-Block's gonna make a move soon

and Lou Kelly's been shooting her mouth off.

Oh, I am so sick of it.

You'll be out soon. You won't have to think about it.

Yeah. - (LIZ AND DOR CHUCKLING)

Who's got the green thumb?

Ah, this is Doreen Anderson, and Liz Birdsworth, our Peer Workers.