Wentworth

You organise an extra delivery.

Yeah and wave a big red flag.

Where's the fucking gear?!

Some arsehole tipped 'em off.

Mercado was there waiting to pick up the delivery.

There is definitely a dodgy officer.

We might have a problem.

Jackson, I think he's suss.

What the hell are the CSDS doing here?

It's a waste of time and money.

You set me up, didn't ya?

Tried it once with the piss test, you motherfucker!

If this Green Wall project kicks off,

they're gonna be sending shipments out of the prison.

Gonna ask Liz if we can get into the seedling area.

Well, I guess you were right...

you'll be leaving here in a box.

My name's Iman. I need some legal help.

- So, she was trollin' ya? - Yeah, definitely.

Jake and I are...

in a relationship.

You are a total liability and a complete waste of space.

Get out of my workshop!

- Bye, Franky. - We're not done!

Wait, wait...

I can't, it's too soon.

- (quietly tense music) - (footfalls and keys jangling)

Oi, Proctor!

Get up!

It's the middle of the night.

Now!

- (sighs) - (door opening)

- (music becomes intriguing) - (footfalls)

Where are we going?

It's a fucking... bloody... No!

No, fuck! You fuck! (screams)

- (door closes) - (music becomes tense undertone)

- What? What the fuck?! - Shh-shh. It's okay.

- Oh fuck! - I'm sorry, you okay?

What are you doing?

You were right. Stewart's the dirty officer. He tried to set me up.

Planted drugs in my locker right before the CSDS raid.

He's not fuckin' around.

That's why I waited for him to clock off.

This has to be a total secret.

- So, tell the Governor. - There's no point without proof.

And she thinks he's a fucking golden boy.

You've got the drugs from the locker,

- show her those. - I flushed them.

- (both sigh) - There might be another way.

I need Novak to tell the Governor that Stewart gave her ice.

- She's not gonna wanna risk that. - She will if you ask her to.

I'm not gonna put her in the firing line.

- Don't ask me to do that. - So what, all this

"protect the women, stop the drugs", that's all bullshit is it?

Kaz, to stop the drugs we have to go to the source.

So, tell the Governor.

She trusts you.

Please do that.

And we'll keep Allie out of this.

- (music ends) - (whooshing flourish)

I, uh, found a replacement for Stella, hey.

Oh, excellent. Who is it?

- Um, that new chick, Iman. - Ah-huh!

Cultural diversity in the workplace, very good.

- Ticking all the boxes. - Yeah. Yeah. Oh, well,

- long as she's good on the tools, eh? - (Sonia chuckles)

We all right?

Yeah.

Yeah, forget it.

Think we both had someone else in mind.

We still gonna do this other thing?

Yeah. Why?

Maybe it wasn't fair asking you.

What?!

You can't do a backflip on me now. I've already packed my suitcase.

It's a massive risk.

If we get caught they'll slap another six months on.

- I'm not planning on getting caught. - But everyone does.

We're girt by fuckin' sea. There's nowhere to run.

Look, if I stay in here...

I'm either gonna kill Ferguson or I'm gonna kill myself.

Let's be the first ones to get away for good.

Besides, it give me something to do.

So bloody get on with it you slack tart.

Oi! We're multitasking.

- Oh yeah. - Yes.

You know, I am so pleased

we've been give this second chance to prove ourselves...

Golden opportunity.

...and I intend to make certain we take full advantage of it.

Yeah, see that, that's management talk for "don't fuck it up".

Well, thank you for the positive feedback, Boomer...

- Yeah, no worries, Franky. - Boss lady.

- Bossy lady. - Oh-ho.

Hey, do ya reckon he ever goes home?

I haven't even seen him go out for a piss.

It's gonna be a massive problem.

Bet you I could move him.

- Ugh! - Might give him a heart attack though.

If there's a guard on these doors after hours we're screwed.

(via walkie-talkie) Wentworth Control to Mob Support, come in.

Wentworth Control, Mob Support.

- Check it. - (walkie-talkie) Transport is en route.

Received. Out.

I reckon you're gettin' better at this.

Roger that.

Right, anything to report on Ferguson?

- No, she's been on her best behaviour. - Yeah, that's what worries me.

I've been watching her like a hawk and she knows it.

Right, who's she been talking to?

Well, she doesn't speak to the women much.

What about the officers,

do any of them talk to her?

Well... (exhales)

I dunno.

Well, you spend most of the day with her...

Yeah. (clears throat)

Yeah, so you'd notice if another officer was getting too close.

Oh, no question, I would but...

I don't really buy the whole officer drug dealer thing. Never have.

- You organised a CSDS raid yesterday. - Yeah... (sighs)

yeah, Will Jackson is like a dog with a bone.

I thought this would just put it to bed once and for all.

I've known Will a long time and he doesn't make accusations lightly,

if he thinks that there's an officer involved

- then I... - There's just no evidence for it.

Look, I... I-I dunno whether it was the...

the brawler accident or what, but

Will have been on edge lately.

Now, he had a real crack at me yesterday. Got a bit agro.

What about?

He's filthy about being demoted.

- There must be more to it than that? - He blames me for taking his job.

- Did he say that? - I reckon he's about to pop his cork.

Great!

- (child squealing joyfully) - Tess loves Kinder.

She's got a curious mind. Much like someone else I know.

I miss her heaps.

Mmm, yeah, well she's always askin' about ya.

- She misses you too. - Mmm.

So do I.

She'd love to see ya.

Nuh, don't bring her in. I don't want her seein' me in this place.

Yeah. Well...

It's not right you're even in here. (sighs)

Said you wanted help with something.

What is it?

- Nuh, it's all right. - Are you sure? I'm happy to help.

Nah, forget it. Here.

- I gotta go. - Franky, no!

I wasn't there for you when it counted, I wanna help you now.

- (hushed) It's a huge ask, Dad. - Hey, come on.

Try me. Come on.

What?

I need a walkie-talkie.

Franky, um...

- I'm a plumber. I'm not a spy. - Yeah, right.

Look, I can give you some money or something.

- No. I'm sorry. - Anything. Anything. Anything.

Wasn't even fair to ask ya.

Look, just... all right...

What d'you got in mind?

- Governor? - Come in.

- (door closes) - I know who it is. (sighs)

- (sighs) - The officer we've been looking for.

Will...

is it at all possible that you're obsessing over this?

- It's Jake Stewart. - (sighs quietly)

Well, I didn't believe it at first either, but it makes perfect sense.

Uh, it makes no sense at all.

He organised the CSDS search yesterday. Was that to catch himself?

- No, to throw us off. - Yeah, normally I would

trust your judgement on these things, but this is patently absurd.

That's why he's always a step ahead,

because he's Deputy Governor.

Is that what's behind all this,

you're jealous about him taking your job?

- What, are you serious? - Yeah, well that's what it sounds like.

- Why are you defending him? - Because...

because...

Okay, this kind of allegation ends careers,

and so far you haven't offered a shred of evidence.

What if I bring you a witness?

- Who? - One of the women.

So, the word of a prisoner against a respected officer.

Just hear what she has to say.

What've you got to lose?

Hey. Hey!

Ah, how's your dad?

Yeah, good. That thing we need, he's gonna help.