Wentworth

Hello!

Keep it in your pants, ladies.

Whoo.

- Doreen. - Doreen, cool.

I'm Nash.

- Who's in charge? - You are.

- And who runs the place? - You do.

Sky, put it down. Put the shiv down. Put it...

Thanks for dropping me in the shit with Ferguson.

Well, you were a bit heavy-handed, Fletch.

She was armed with a shiv.

Yeah, well, she was going to drop it.

You're a good woman, Simmo.

I'm Brayden. Brayden Holt.

It was a kindness, really, putting her out of her misery.

She was better off dead.

You owe it to Deb to make him pay for what he did.

Police believe that the fire was deliberately lit.

Do you think it was aimed at you?

Why would it be aimed at me?

I'm gonna kill the fucker.

Here!

Fuckin' bitch!

What's going on there?

I've never seen it this bad. Look at them.

They've gone crazy.

That's 'cause Ferguson's halved their methadone.

- What? - Where've you been, under a rock?

Yeah, a rock called Nash.

What do you reckon Ferguson's after?

Chaos.

All right, loosen up. Get off, love!

Attention compound, attention compound.

Recreation period is over.

All prisoners must leave the exercise yard.

Prisoners must leave the exercise yard.

Oh, she'll get in solitary for that.

Yeah, but she's not a bad artist, for a junkie.

- Oh, stop it! - It looks all right.

- How old is she? - Oh, shit.

What do you want?

Oh, I live here now.

Oh, someone's got a warped sense of humor.

- Simmo, about Jacs... - What?

You didn't mean to kill her?

You saved Vinnie Holt a shitload on the divorce settlement, I'll give you that.

So...

You stay out of my face and we're okay.

Forgive and forget, right?

Hey.

Hey.

Good to see ya.

What are you doing?

- Cell toss. - Oh, what the fuck!

Stay out till I'm done, yeah?

Sorry, boss.

I didn't give Sky permission to fuckin' graffiti.

We need permission to fart now, do we?

- So where is she now? - I don't know.

Where's Sky?

Probably chasing the dragon, I'll bet.

How's that? We're in the middle of a fuckin' drought!

Yeah, well, Simmo's back, isn't she?

Simmo's back?

- Yeah. - Fuck!

Hey! Simmo, welcome back, mate. How ya been?

What do you want, Sky?

Oh, nothin'.

Hey, are you holding? I can pay straight up.

Yeah, you know me, eh.

Fuck me!

You having a party?

- Nah. - Nah?

What'd I tell you about your stupid drawings?

Huh?

They're tossing our cells because of your graffiti in the yard.

Oh, shit. Fuck.

Yeah, shit's right.

So what are you doing in here?

Oh, nothin.'

Just, you know...

No, nothin.'

Sure as shit doesn't look like nothin.'

Get out.

- Fuckin' nob. - Ow!

You two keen to hang around?

Didn't think so.

So much for loyalty, eh?

I heard you glassed some bitch your old man was screwing.

Shit happens.

Probably just easier to glass your old man than every chick he bangs.

I reckon.

Hope you're not looking to start up a business in here.

No. No, I'm just keeping my head down and doing my time easy.

Yeah?

'Cause Sky, she's got a nose for smack like a bloodhound.

And I don't think she was in here for the conversation.

Franky, I got nothin'.

So you won't mind me checking, then.

Call it quality control.

Did nothin' for me.

Well, don't let me catch you dealing and I won't have to do it again.

Wait here, wait here.

- Governor. - Come in.

We've completed the search.

Found the usual, cash, mags, smokes, but no spray can.

Anderson's here to see you, as requested.

Yep. Oh, just a moment.

Just shut the door.

Come closer. Don't make me shout.

You should know that, uh, a written report has been made

concerning your breach of conduct the other day.

- What breach? - Inappropriate use of capsicum spray.

What?

I'd have preferred to ignore it, but now that it's in writing,

it will have to be lodged with the governing body.

It's, uh, it's unfortunate.

So who wrote this report?

You know I'm not at liberty to say,

but you're well within your rights to speak to the governing body yourself.

Well, I think I know who.

I'll let you know if I hear anything further on the matter.

Just send in Anderson.

Don't bother sitting. This'll be brief.

Were you in the exercise yard this morning?

- Uh, yeah. - Good.

So you saw what happened?

That government property was vandalized.

- Yes? - Yeah.

Good. I need to know who it was.

I don't know.

I think we just established that you do.

Yeah, but I didn't see...

I gave you the garden project as a privilege,

with the understanding that good behavior would be rewarded.

If you're not going to work with me, Anderson, I'm very sorry,

I'll be forced to reconsider those garden privileges.

So I'm going to ask you again.

Who was responsible for the graffiti in the yard?

I will give you 24 hours

to try and remember just what you saw.

- Using his name, then. - No, they're all married.

- No, it's good, it's good. - Watch that shit.

No, you should watch that.

- Ooh! - What's up?

'Cause of this idiot,

Ferguson's threatened to shut down the garden.

Oh, calm down princess. It'll blow over.

Bullshit. She's holding me responsible, Franky.

Yeah, welcome to my world.

Bees around the honey pot.

Unbelievable.

Cover me.

What's going on?

Hey, Miss Miles?

Check this out.

Look at that. I know. I know. It's rank.

You miss the cooking in here, Simmo?

Hey.

Shh.

Hey, you're not fooling me.

If you're not holding now, you will be.

- I got nothin', Franky. - Bullshit.

The Holts think they can replace Jacs with you and it's business as usual.

So who's bringing it in? Hmm?

Keeping it in the family?

Is it Brayden?

No one, I swear.

I'm not warning you again.

Enjoy your lunch.

Bea.

Who has just a roll and tomato sauce?

You. Right now. Go.

Hey, are you okay?

What do you think?

I think Franky's out of control.

Her days as top dog are numbered.

What are you gonna do?

Whatever I damn well want. I got back up on the outside.

Hey, I was thinking about what you said.

Forgiving and forgetting.

I was thinking about Brayden.

About the pain I must have caused

by taking his mum from him.

I know what it's like to have someone you love taken from you.

I wanted to apologize to him.

Yeah, good luck with that.

Boss.

Will, you got a second?

- Ladies. - Huh?

You come here often?

What do you reckon, mate?

Did you make an official complaint about what happened with Sky?

- No. - Someone did.

Well, no...

Ferguson asked me to write an incident report, but that was it.

So you did write a report, then.

As far as I know, it's internal.

Oh, that's fantastic.

Fletch!