Wentworth

Is this your first time, babe?

Oi! I'm talking to you.

- What's your name? - Bea.

Bea Smith.

Soak it up, Bea Smith.

- (DOG BARKS) - (INDISTINCT RADIO CONVERSATIONS)

Good day, Chris.

You know the drill, mate.

You want a gobby? It'll cost you.

A packet of smokes.

Do you smoke?

Please come forward.

Home sweet home, love.

Christ's sake, Sharni.

Oh, shit.

Date of birth?

Are you on any medication?

No.

Next of kin?

Next of kin?

- (WHISPERS) Debbie. - Bea?

Debbie. Debbie.

I need to speak to my daughter, Debbie.

Fletch! Fletch, grab her.

- I just need to speak to my daughter. - Bea, Bea, calm down.

Will, what is her name? What is her name?

- Will, what's her name? - Bea Smith.

I need to speak to my daughter!

- We're gonna have to sedate her. Yeah.

- Okay. Medical! Please! Help me!

Stop it! I want to speak to Debbie!

- Please! - Go, go, go, go! Go. Go.

Are you okay today?

You know, a lot of women find it overwhelming on their first night.

We have a peer worker, Liz Birdsworth, she'll introduce you to the women.

When can I talk to my daughter?

All numbers have to be put on a call list. I'll organize it.

You can call her after lunch.

Thanks, Vera.

It's Miss Bennett.

Hi.

Okay. This front door gets locked every night,

but feel free to move around the unit.

With the other women? They're not locked in their cells?

Yeah, that's right. That's the panic button.

If there's any trouble, you press it.

Now this is the lounge kitchen.

There is a kettle. Coffee, tea.

The sugar is rationed, but feel free to,

you know, watch some TV and make yourself a cuppa in your free time.

That's your cell. The count is in half an hour, then lunch.

Work will be allocated to you on Monday.

Miss Bennett? Can I please get a uniform?

You can keep your own clothes while you're on remand.

I'd prefer a uniform.

Okay. I'll have one sent over.

- Sorry, I thought... Hey.

It's all yours when we're done.

- (BOTH GIGGLE) - What, you like to watch, do you?

Oh, don't go now.

Just getting started.

Nice color.

Your hair.

- Do it yourself? - Yeah.

- I'm a hairdresser. - You are?

When are you open for business?

- I don't have any of my things. - (CHUCKLES)

All you need is a good pair of hands.

- Yeah. - (GIGGLES)

- What's your name, Red? - Bea.

Bea? (CHUCKLES)

That's brutal.

I'm Franky.

Nice to meet you. Kim, Red.

- Red, Kim. - Hello, again.

Got a new roomie, girls. Why don't you give her the heads up.

Hey! Yeah! - Hey!

Look. Sorry I wasn't here, love. They should have told me.

This is Doreen and this is Kaiya.

- Say hello. - Hi.

And I'm Liz. I'm the peer worker.

And I'm here to show you the ropes

and make sure you don't get into any trouble.

Are you okay?

Can I go in my room now?

It is a bit stark, but you'll make it your own.

What'd they pinch you for?

Mum! Mum! Mum! Let go of my mum!

Mum! (SOBBING)

Who is that?

- Your daughter? Yeah.

Her name is Debbie.

- Oh, lovely. - Aw! You know, she can visit.

No. Prison is no place for kids.

What?

Oh, no, I didn't mean...

- Stuck-up bitch! - Hey, Doreen.

- I wasn't judging her. - No, no, no.

Don't take it personally. She's just given up her ciggies,

and it's like walking on eggshells.

Attention, compound. Count will commence in 10 minutes.

You've gotta be standing in your door in 10 minutes for the head count.

And I'd leave it open or the girls get shitty. They think you don't trust them.

Okay.

And don't borrow anyone else's stuff without asking.

But if Franky wants any of yours, don't argue.

Oh, you know the panic button by the front door?

Yeah.

Don't ever press it.

Franky! Sorry, Mr. Jackson.

- You settling in all right? - Yeah.

We've put your daughter on the call list.

You can join the phone queues after lunch. Liz will show you.

Thank you.

Hey, Red!

We had a game of basketball last week.

You should have seen Mr. Jackson in his shorts!

We lost that game.

Only 'cause you guys were staring at his ass the whole time.

Exactly. He's got a great ass.

Liz seems to have taken Bea in hand.

She was really distressed.

I think she'll settle in okay once she's talked to her daughter.

Vera, I think you should stop making friends with the prisoners.

Start focusing on what's really going on.

- Call the staff into my office. - Yes, Governor.

Mrs. Jackson!

You hungry, are you? You want to share these? Are you good?

Hey, your old roommate, Sharni, she's back inside.

- Oh, is she? Yeah.

Must have missed the food, eh?

Yeah. It's what we're famous for, eh? (CHUCKLES)

Um. The poor old thing, she pissed herself in processing and

you wouldn't believe what slipped out.

That was a lot of gear.

You don't know anything about that, do you, Franky?

Why would I?

Ah, well.

Eat it while it's hot.

Hey.

- My room. After lunch. - Sorry?

Dessert.

Let's put Sharni in the slot for a couple of weeks,

see what she's got to tell us.

And then when she's out, we'll put her into D-block.

They'll find another way to bring the drugs in.

Hasn't changed since Holt was slotted.

Yeah, that's because Doyle has taken up the slack.

But now she's bringing in crystal meth, which fucks everyone.

You try being on the ward when they're off their face on that shit.

So we are gonna come down on her.

I've been working closely with Franky and she's clean.

Are you sure she's behind this?

Erica, do you think someone who is pinned half the day could run this operation?

We don't need Sharni's confession to know Franky Doyle is behind this.

- What do you want us to do? - I want you to ride her.

Box visits. Spot checks.

Restricted privileges. We're gonna put her out of business.

Ride her hard and she's gonna rise to the challenge.

Isn't it smarter to negotiate?

We don't negotiate with prisoners.

Okay. Thanks, everyone.

Just a sec.

That Erica, she really pisses me off.

I mean, she's not even an officer. She shouldn't be in these meetings.

Come here. You can't argue with the department. Okay?

You have got to relax. Remember what the doc said?

Oh, honey, let's not talk about this now, please.

We can talk about it tonight.

In bed. Making love.

Making babies.

Oh, I'll come back.

- No. It's okay. Will was just leaving. - Okay.

- Still on for the game tomorrow? - Yeah.

What can I do for you?

OIIS report. And there are two more remands coming in.

- Uh-huh? Are they the files? - Mmm-hmm.

Maybe we can send some down to C-block.

Was there anything else?

It's pretty inappropriate behavior for the Governor.

- Well, if you had knocked, Mr. Fletcher... - (KNOCK ON DOOR)

... you would have saved yourself the embarrassment.

Thanks.

How long do we get?

Oh, 12 minutes, and then the phone cuts out.

If no one answers, you gotta go to the end of the queue.

I've been waiting for you.

I hate fucking waiting.

Ease up, Franky. She's a newbie. And she's into blokes.

I don't care who she fucks.