Wentworth

Bea Smith was today sentenced for the murder of--

--Brayden Holt. Absent, of course--

-is crime patriarch, Vinnie Holt,

Who collapsed and died after the funeral of his son--

--Brayden. Mother, and convicted murderer, Bea Smith--

--faced to the Supreme Court today for sentencing.

She remained unrepentant to the end.

Do you have anything to say before I pass sentence?

Brayden Holt took my daughter's life.

So I took his.

And I'd do it all again.

Smith's story has generated massive public sympathy,

She took on and destroyed on of Melbourne's most-feared crime families,

In revenge for the death of her daughter, Debbie.

Justice Nichols remained unmoved,

Sentencing Smith to life without parole,

She will spend the rest of her days behind bars.

You're so courageous, Bea!

I would've done the same thing!

How do you feel about your sentencing, Bea?

Bea!

We believe in you!

How do you feel about your sentencing, Bea?

Do you have anything to say, Bea?

Governor Ferguson, for the last four months, she's--

She's taken away all the inmates' privileges--

-she's been punishing--

--the women for what I've done, and it's gotta stop!

You're our hero, Bea!

You're our hero!

The Chairman of the Board of Correctional Services - Victoria,

Maintains that Governor Ferguson has their full support.

Have you read this report?

I compiled it, Mr. Chairman.

"Prisoner organized a distraction to steal a security card."

"Prisoner accessed mail room with stolen card--

-in order to steal a box cutter."

"Prisoner slashed own wrists in order to avoid cuffing--

"Prisoner escaped from hospital while undergoing treat for injuries."

And all of this on your watch!

I believe the hospital is, actually, outside my sphere of influence.

It was one of your officers--

--who was meant to be on guard. Do I need to go on?

Since Smith's escape,

I have instituted punitive measures.

Too late!

You've lost control of your prison!

If it wasn't for your loyal support of Mr. Channing, here--

-you wouldn't have a job.

Now, you are on notice, Governor.

One more stuff up,

And you'll be stripped of your appointment.

Do I make myself clear?

However with the ground swell of support--

-in and out of the prison for Bea Smith,

the question remains--

- Governor? --how will Governor Ferguson keep control?

She's back.

G'day, Di.

What's she doing in here?

Clothes.

- Like to watch, do you? - Now, Smith.

That's the last time you'll be wearing those clothes.

Might as well donate them to someone who can use them.

Underwear.

Getting off yet?

Ears.

Whatever little acts of defiance you care to try,

I'd think very carefully before you do anything without my permission.

When are you going to reinstate the privileges?

Arms.

Taking it out on everyone isn't fair.

Before you get completely carried away playing Jesus,

Just spare a thought for Liz Birdsworth?

She's rotting away in protection because of you.

Do you think that's fair?

Feet.

You step out of line--

-there will be consequences.

You are the property of Wentworth.

And this is my prison.

Bend over.

Look, here. Here.

Oh, that is lovely, that is!

- Oh, look! - See? That's the head there--

- Is he sucking his thumb? - Yeah!

I don't know if it's a boy or a girl, though.

- I don't wanna know. - Oh, no, it's good to have a surprise.

How ya feeling?

Yeah, I'm good, actually.

- I'm nervous. - You are gonna be fine.

I'm supposed to nominate an alternate carer for the baby.

I wish you were still in general.

Me too, love.

Have you heard how Bea went today?

No, no idea.

- No telly, no radio... - It's been months .

Everyone's right pissed off at Ferguson. Look, I reckon it's gonna get ugly.

It's probably a good thing you're in here.

Yeah...

Coz in here, I've just got the weirdos and kiddie killers,

and out there, people want to kill me.

Look,

- At least you're safe, eh? -Hmm.

How's Franky?

Enjoying, you perv?

Why don't you take a picture, mate. It lasts longer.

Freak.

Check out the delivery.

Yeah, cool.

Um, we've got...pumpkin...

Chickens...

Cauliflower, and...

- What are they, carrots? - Yeah, carrots.

Chickens.

-Chickens... - Yeah, chickens, yeah.

A bunch of 'em.

Why?

What are you doing?

What is she doing?

C'mon, stick your finger in there.

Right up there.

- It's disgusting. - Can you feel anything?

- Well, yeah, but... - Ah, settle down.

I don't know. Just the giblets and shit, why?

Grab them.

What the fuck?

Franky!

- You're a fucking dead set genius. - No shit.

The screws will never think of looking in there.

Well, you know...

Not unless they're into fist fucking dead chooks.

And how was it for you?

Well, that's what I love about you.

You introduce me to all these new experiences.

Doyle!

Governor wants a word.

Okay.

Good.

Bit obvious, aren't you?

Where's your cape?

Ha!

Is she back?

- What'd she get? - Life.

-Without parole. - Shit!

No wonder you look stressed.

She'll have made plans. Do you know anything about them?

No, nothing.

We're not besties. It's not like she shares.

Well, you'll just have to make sure she does, hmm?

We had a deal.

We still do.

- Really? - Hmm.

Coz everything you've given me--

Is either information I already know--

Or would've undoubtedly found out--

Or was just plain--

-Untrue. - And what about your end of the deal?

You said you'd get rid of my competitors.

And I have.

Except for Queen Bea.

Have you forgotten about that fat ass elephant that just walked back in the room?

Well then it would help your cause--

If you could give me something on her.

Yeah, and yours, too.

So?

So?

If I hear anything, I'll let you know.

But I'd watch my back, if I were you.

She seems to like this power thing.

- Are you playing me, Doyle? - Hey, we're all playing each other.

- We finished? - Yes.

Yes, we are.

I'm putting an end to our little agreement.

You're on your own, Franky.

Bea.

How'd it go?

How's everything here?

It's all good. It's good.

'Cept the girls are still testy about their privileges.

Cindy Lou isn't happy.

Cindy Lou's never happy. What is it this time?

You say we get time in the kitchen.

But then as soon as you go to court,

Franky pulled a knife.

Franky said, "fuck off!"

Franky called Cindy Lou a skank.

Cindy Lou is a skank.

Franky runs the kitchen.

If Cindy Lou wants to prepare her own food,

She has to do it outside regular meal times. You know that's the deal.

But Franky told us to piss off.

Okay, well, you tell Cindy Lou--

-that I'll deal with Franky.

- Alright? -

-Or is it his tummy? -Oh, hey!

Do you wanna see my ultrasound?

Yeah.

-Ah. - Isn't it gorgeous?

-Yeah. - I sent Nash a copy--