Wentworth

- Occupation? - Childcare. I was a nanny.

Wilder. You're Nanny Wilder.

So, you wish to make a statement about an open murder investigation?

About the death of a cop. Detective Paul Morelli.

Eve, was it? I'm Kath. Kath Maxwell.

- I know her. - She was a prisoner at Blackmoore

back when I was an officer there.

Now, I'm not a guard any more, so there's no need for secrets.

We can both be who we really are.

Eddie, the cops are gonna fit me and Rita up for murder.

- I need your help now. - I'll come clean with the cops.

I swear I'll make it right.

I just wanted to say thank you.

Sometimes you have to kill the monsters you've created.

- You speak to Eddie Romano? - Eddie Romano is dead.

He was found last night in a gym he owns.

I didn't do it! It wasn't me!

If it wasn't you though, then who was it?

It was Judy. I saw Judy before I went in.

In the showers before I went in.

Why the fuck am I waking up to this cunt-fest?

Do the women know about this?

- Not yet. - Well, keep it that way.

That's all I bloody need, a class action for breach of privacy.

Look, we'll look over the footage

- and find out... - Too late, Governor.

Our dirty knickers are online and everyone's having a fucking sniff!

Just calm down!

- We will sort it! - Given the severity of this dumb-fuckery,

why aren't you going completely fucking postal?

Not only is there an illegal camera in this shithole,

but a nitrous canister is still missing!

It's worse than the Bermuda Triangle! I mean,

what else are they hiding? Harold fucking Holt?

I want a cell toss now!

And I want results, whatever it takes.

All right.

Let's move it!

We'll get you over there. We're looking for a camera.

Cell toss. Come on, come on, come on.

Shit. Go.

No excuses. Search everything.

Cell toss.

Hey, Allie, screws!

Quick.

Everybody in cells now!

- Er, yeah, I'm just on the dungy! - You've got till the count of three.

- Three. Two. One. - Yeah, hold on!

- Can't even fucking shit and piss... - Right, out here, Novak.

- This is bullshit. - Right, all of you, strip.

- What? - Pants off, tops off, now.

- Er, no, I'm... I'm not doing that. - No-one's doing that.

- You don't make the rules, Connors. - Neither do you, Miss Miles.

No, but I enforce them.

- Jenkins, clothes off. - No. No!

- Slot her. - What?

- This is fucked! - You cannot do that!

No. No!

- Let her go! - Back off or I'll report you.

To who? My superiors.

I've been authorised to do whatever it takes to find any contra.

So get your gear off or get slotted. Your choice.

Off to a good start.

The rest of you, down to your undies.

Lift up the blanket.

Well, don't just sit there. Strip.

- Seriously, you're going there? - What's the matter, Novak?

Thought you didn't want any special treatment.

It's invasive, humiliating and completely unnecessary!

I'd hardly call security unnecessary.

Did making them undress get the results?

- Did you find your camera? Did you find your canister? - Not yet.

You've antagonised the women for no reason

and made it that much harder for us to do our jobs.

And then the way you spoke to the staff earlier, it's not on, Ann.

You cross lines every day.

I can't make excuses for you any longer.

- He spoke to me like a child. - Well, he's...

probably worried about you.

- Why? - Your...

- You know, your manner in the staff meetings. - Well, I'm frustrated, Vera!

Well, of course, we all are. But you're...

you're carrying a heavier burden than the rest of us.

What are you trying to say?

Sometimes we all need a bit of help.

So are you in Will's ear to get him to see a shrink?

Will is not dropping the C-bomb in a staff briefing.

- Oh, is this about my unladylike language? - I'm not your enemy, Ann.

It is bad enough that I had to apologise

- to that smug bitch Judy Bryant. - Is that what this is about?

I refuse to flagellate myself before the staff

just because they're made of fairy floss.

Now, if you don't mind, I have got a metric

fuck-ton of shit that I have to deal with,

so I'll spare you any more of my hysteria.

Miss Miles is out of control.

You heard her. This bullshit's come from further up the food chain.

It's gonna be hard to film the muff movie now.

Is this for that fella's website?

- Gavin? - Yeah.

He said it's, like, getting heaps of clicks and stuff,

but he really wants the full lezzo monty.

- I've gotta shoot it today. - Are you insane?

You've gotta get rid of that camera. You'll get thrush.

Yeah, yeah, this will be the last thing, I swear.

Will you two root?

- What? - No, no, I won't film your faces or anything.

Erm, Booms, I can't move my legs. I think they might know it's me.

Yeah.

What about Zaina? She's kinda hot.

Oh, yeah? And she can keep a secret, too.

Hey, can you ask her?

- Tell her I'll pay. - Boomer!

Yeah. Please! Please!

Fuck! Listen, this is for the baby, not for you.

Yeah.

Guess who got a new shit-hot lawyer.

- What happened to Alex? - He's gone.

My supporters started crowd-funding for me

and raised over 300 grand and counting.

I'm getting a QC.

- Fuck me. - I know, right?

Look, I know it's weird, but she'll pay you.

- Who do I have to get it on with? - Whoever you want.

- You? - What?

I'll do it if it's with you.

Even waive the fee.

- I'll be there. - Ah, you like to watch.

I'll be helping Boomer out.

OK, fine.

Tell numbnuts I don't come cheap, though.

See you later, fluffer.

- How are you, Nanny Wilder? - Oh, never mind me. How's the little one?

I can't believe the change in her.

She's sleeping right through the night.

I'm really glad to hear that.

- Ow! - What have you done?

Here, I'll get a band-aid.

Let's take a look.

You need to take better care of yourself, Nanny Wilder.

Nanny Clumsy more like it.

There you go.

Sorry, Fev, maybe next time.

Yeah?

Hey.

- You ready? - Yeah, always.

Is this the best you could get?

You can talk!

Hey? Oh, look, doesn't matter anyway.

Here, chuck these on.

There we go.

OK, so listen up.

It's gotta be dirty but fucking classy.

You've gotta do all that, you know,

lezzo shit that the pervy guys want.

It better be fucking worth it.

Anything in particular you'd like?

All right, can we hurry up?

'Cos we haven't got much time.

- You can't see shit in this thing. - Oh, you wanna be recognised?

I'll be fine.

OK. And... action.

Cut. Erm, can you, like,

do the tits first? Like...

Yeah, right-oh, Spielberg.

Like, whatever. Can you...

Yeah. Yeah.

- Oh, man, it's weird not having a mouth. - Can you stop your whingeing?

Eh?

Yeah, OK. Yeah, and down we go. Hot.

Enjoy the show.

OK. Down we go.

What the fuck?

Hey. How good's the jam?

Hey.

Come and try the Manchego.

Er, what's going on?

Oh, it's just a little thank you to everyone for their hard work.

- Grab a drink! - No, I'm on duty.

And I'm not the only one!

Come on, Will, it's been a tough day.

It's not over.

Whoo! Oh, attaboy!

If we can compare the call log on Eddie's phone

with the calls on the burner that I had,

it can show that we were both in contact with Jones

on the day of Morelli's death.

That doesn't prove what happened, though.

No, but it gives weight to our version.

Short of pulling his signed confession out of my arse,

- that's all we've got. - Where's the burner?

I left it with Aunty Fran before the cops arrested me.

I'll get her to send it to my lawyer, she can look into it.

Who was closest to Eddie?

Er, his daughter, I guess.

Talk to her as soon as you can,

see if she can get Eddie's phone.

Hey.

Wanna get high?

He was the sixth?