Wentworth

- (WATER GURGLING) - (HUSHED) Surprise.

- Ugh! Huh! Huh! - (INMATES JEERING)

- Who's next?! - (DRAMATIC MUSIC)

There'll be no women committing acts of violence against women.

Ferguson's invisible. She's a ghost.

Sonia has no idea.

And what happens if she figures it out?

You're gonna need some protection.

I don't respond well to extortion.

Can I get some H?

- You're a Kaz Proctor spy. - No, I-I'm not with Kaz anymore.

Prove it, huh?

- Your hearing's been postponed. - No, no, no, it's gotta be today.

- Right, everyone out. - (MUFFLED) Argh!

I reckon you should move into protection.

No.

Oh, fuck, Kaz.

You okay?

- What'd you do to the brawler? - I loosened one of the wheels.

Kaz could have died, and you made me a part of it.

I've done what you wanted.

Put Kaz in hospital.

- Home delivery. - (DRUM BEATS, MUSIC DARKENS)

Maybe things'll be different in the future.

Now is the time.

Change can be painful.

Our lives spent working in the same job,

and living in the same routine.

Her world barely extends beyond the walls of this prison.

Pathetic little thing she is.

She thinks she has everything she ever wanted.

- (LOCK CLICKS) - Yet...

she's completely ignorant of the fact that her perfect little life

has this tiny, hidden seed of decay.

It's your time, Jake.

Time to spread that rot, exploit our advantage.

I mean, think of the possibilities.

I'll take care of things on this side of the bars

while you replace Vera and become governor.

How?

There's one thing that Vera fears more than change,

it's turning into her mother.

Growing old, alone and unloved.

Go on, make her emotionally dependent on you.

And then we can crush her.

Ferguson. Hey.

- Wake up. - (OFFENBACH PLAYING IN ROOM)

Attention, compound. Attention, compound.

H Block are now called for lunch.

- (CHAIRS SCRAPING) - (DARK UNDERTONE)

- (WHISPERED CONVERSATIONS AND LAUGHING) - Kaz'll be useless.

- We got no hope. - You're jokin'.

She's gonna be put down.

- How embarrassing. - Her name is shit.

- Lucy'd snap her anyway. - All bark, no bite.

- Piss-weak. - She pretends, but she's gutless.

- Now she can't make a decision. - Couldn't fuckin' well before this,

little weakling.

Lucy'd stand up to her anyway.

What a dick, Kaz.

Yeah, we got no hope with that... Bambi.

Tired old hag won't do shit.

- Want some help? - I'm right.

Holy shit.

Kaz can't let that slide.

- She's gonna have to do something. - Yeah.

- (BACKGROUND WHISPERS CONTINUE) - Got no hope with that, Bambi.

Shit.

What's she gonna do, flick another hair? Ha!

What are you doing, Joan?

- Eating. - Not at this table, you're not.

Pick up your tray and move over there.

You heard the orders, Juice.

She doesn't exist. She's invisible.

If she's invisible, how do you know she's sitting there?

(JUICE AND THE BOYS' LAUGHTER SPREADS TO THE OTHER INMATES)

You wanna side with her, you're on your own.

What makes you think that Lucy needs your support?

You're a fuckin' moron, Juice. Good luck with that.

Oh, look, boys. Boomer's got a new job.

Wiping Greta Garbo's arse.

Hey!

Look at you in your trackie daks.

Certainly not by choice!

- It was just easier to... negotiate. - Well, you look a hell of a lot

better than the last time I saw ya.

Well, thank you, Liz. I am better.

Susan here's been a godsend.

Just eggs, please, Susan. Scrambled.

And my tea.

I'll help you, Susan.

How long you gonna be in that?

Well, when you consider the ACL on this knee and the

torn ligament on this ankle, you could say...

I haven't got a leg to stand on. (CHUCKLES)

You haven't touched your grub.

You can have mine if you want.

Oh, that's very kind, but I'll wait for my eggs.

Thank you. - Oh, fuck!

Oh! Oh... Oh, shit...

- Oh! Oh! - Oh, shit, Juice, you're bleedin'.

- Ooh... Oh, f...!

Ohhhhh!

Want some tommy sauce?

Oh, you are a disgusting pig!

- You fuckin' piece of shit! - Boomer, let it go.

What's going on, ladies?

I just broke my tooth on some bacon, Mr Jackson.

I cut me gum and all. I could sue you for that.

- Hey, ya sick fuck! - Boomer, take a seat.

They are just eggs. Liz can get her another tray.

- Do you want another tray? - I don't think I'm hungry anymore.

- (TENSE UNDERTONE) - (CHAIR SCRAPING)

I think Kaz is losing the women.

How serious is it?

Bit of grumbling.

Right, well, it always starts with a bit of grumbling.

Even Bea bashed one or two.

- Well, I... I prefer Kaz's method. - It's what the women are used to.

For all her... bluster,

she is about protecting the women, particularly from each other.

- (DOOR OPENING) - (TRAIN HORN SOUNDS IN DISTANCE)

Oh, sorry, I'll come back later.

- Nah, it's... nah, it's okay. I'm done. - Um, just...

- keep me in the loop, Will? - Sure.

A little birdie told me it's someone's birthday in a couple of days.

- What? Who told you that? - That's a bit sneaky of you,

- keeping that under wraps. - Well, I don't celebrate birthdays.

- Rubbish. - No, I mean it, Jake.

Do you now?

Oh, well, in that case,

you're gonna have to give me a pressie instead.

- Uh, okay, really, what? - You let me move in with you.

- Well, try not to look too horrified. - Is that... (SIGHS)

- I'm sorry, is that a joke? - No.

Come on, what do you say?

I'm...

nuh, um, I have to think about that.

Sure.

- Yeah, no pressure. - N...

- (MOODY MUSIC) - (DRUM BEATS)

What are you doin'?

- What? - I saw you buy it.

I dunno what you're talkin' about.

You reckon Red'd want to see you back on the gear?

I'm j... I'm just...

I, um, I'm going through a hard patch at the moment. I just...

I need a little bit of a help to get me through,

- you know? - What, and that's gonna help, is it?

Don't pretend you give a shit, Franky. You don't. Stay out of it.

Fine. Get shit-faced. What do I care?

_

Everyone's wondering why Juice is not copping it.

She bashed Sonia without your approval

and now she's hooking up with the Freak.

Lucy's crew and their new mate

- can go to buggery. - Yeah.

Looks like it's getting a bit crowded in buggery.

Oh.

How's that tooth?

Giving me the shits.

- So, go see the dentist. - (SIGHS EXASPERATEDLY)

Big bull's piss-scared of dentists.

- Oh, fuck off, socket face. - (TITTERING)

- In there, please. - What, in there?

- Yes, just under there. - Hey, Boomer!

Do ya have to trim her vagitation, too? (CACKLES)

Polish the pearl while you're at it!

Booms!

Watch Boomer crack.

Oh, I'm gonna play basketball. I'm gonna punch some tits.

Shit.

All right, everyone! Listen up!

Now, I gave an order that Ferguson was invisible.

Some of you have chosen to ignore that.

That means you are no longer part of the collective

and you're on your fuckin' own.

Bullshit! - (ALL JEERING)

There'll be no bashing of women in retaliation.

I made that clear from the start.

If you want to challenge me on that, please, go ahead.

(HUSHED) Oh, yeah. Come on.