Wentworth

Sonia Stevens, you're wanted for questioning

regarding the disappearance of your husband.

Which one of you bitches is Witness X?!

- You owe me. - I don't owe you a fucking thing, you prick!

Now, I called you here because you're all...

stakeholders in this business.

Buyers and sellers.

You're all aware of the problem.

I hold the solution.

- I'm this close to losing my job. - Not my problem.

- She put you and your girls away! - (echoing thud)

Why did Jackson lose the Deputy Governorship?

Big night... positive piss test.

Whatever it is you're doing I wanna help you.

- No, you can't help me. - Are you gonna escape?

- Listen... you can't... - Fuck, Franky, that is crazy!

- I gotta clear my name! - You will get caught!

- (Gimme by Boom Crash Opera plays) - _

Shit!

Fuck!

What did I tell you about bringin' your filthy fuckin' shit in here?

The only shit I see is you.

Ho-ho.

Get that stupid grin off your stupid fuckin' face, Chinky-Chonk,

- or I'll wipe it off for ya! - Back off, Bamm-Bamm!

Bamm-Bamm?

Fuck, fuckin'... - Hey!

- Huh? - What did I tell you?!

Jesus, is nobody listening?

Wh-wh-what... fuckin' use am I if I can't fuckin' thump no one?!

Huh?!

Ah!

I will find out how you're getting this in, again,

- and you'll be royally fucked. - And what are you gonna do?

Huh?

Go cry to Mummy?

This place is just shithouse now, eh?

That Kaz, she's like, she's all talk and no action...

Yeah, 'cause she's got principles to uphold.

- What the fuck?! - (all chuckling)

- Are you b... ah... ow! - Oh, oh, oh, oh.

- Don't punch me! - Oh.

- Hang on what's this? - Ohhh, possum.

Are you moving back in with us?

Yeah, I got shunted from H3 to make way for La-di-da.

- What, Sonia's back? Yeah.

- Where have you been? Oh, shit.

- What are you doin'? - Mmm? Mmm.

(clicks mouth, inhales deeply) I gotta skol

the rest of her special shampoo, right, before she gets back.

- (all giggling) Before she asks for it back.

- Get a grip. Honestly, look at you... Just shut up!

- you're just... - (Franky grunting playfully) Uh!

- (laughing) Uh! Ooh!

Hey, I'm rapt you're here.

You can help me rehearse my speech for tomorrow.

Oh, I got a bunch of stuff I've gotta do this arvo.

Oh, crap. I've got... yeah, you've got your committal tomorrow too, eh?

Yeah, you know what, it's fine, I'll, um,

I'll sort it and we'll do it tonight.

Thanks, Franky. I really appreciate it

- (chuckling) It's all good.

- (knocking) - Huh... oh, just a sec!

Yeah, come in!

Hey.

Hey.

It was the Governor's idea not mine. I...

If it has to be anyone, I'm glad it's you.

Okay.

Is that Red's stuff?

Yeah.

Liz packed it up for me but I haven't been able to...

Hey, you know how you said you wanted to help me out?

Yeah.

I got something for you to do.

- (phone ringing in background) - (Liz sighs)

I've been waiting three days to see ya.

What is it Birdsworth?

I saw Sonia Stevens.

What the bloody hell is she doing back in here?

She's been remanded...

for the murder of her husband, they found his remains.

Jesus Christ, another murder.

Well, you can't put her back into General.

What I can't do is keep her in a holding cell indefinitely.

Well, you can put her in Protection

and that way she... she can't get at me.

Sonia has to request to be put in Protection.

She has killed two people we know of, Ms Bennett,

I don't wanna be next!

If you'd wish you can put yourself in Protection.

Ha! Right, and that's bloody obvious then I was Witness X!

Sonia has no idea.

And what happens if she figures it out?

Well, she won't if you stay calm and stop panicking.

- That's so easy for you to say. - (gentle music)

Attention, compound. Attention, compound.

H Block are now called for lunch.

Liz! (chuckling)

- Oh, where have you been hiding? - Oh, God... I heard you were back...

What... what happened?

This deranged cop, couldn't get a conviction for Helen,

so now he's framing me for the murder of my own husband.

So much for the justice system, eh?

I'm after that detective...

and he shouldn't underestimate my reach.

Oi!

- Oi, I fuckin' saw that! Piss off!

- How many fuckin' times, huh?! - Uh... Hey...

Ya dumb fuck, how many times?!

- Are you gonna listen to me now, uh? - No! Hey!

- What about now, huh?! - Hey!

- Huh? Huh? Oh-oh... oh-oh... - Argh!

- Oh, whoopsie! Whoopsie! - Oh, my...

Oi! Jenkins, let her go! - Friggin' "Argh"?!

Argh! (panting) Argh! One more second

and it's the slot. I mean it!

Enough!

(gasping) Ah! (panting) - Oh, Jesus Christ!

What's the problem here?

No, just bumped into her, was accident, eh.

- Is that right? - (music ends)

Whatever she says.

- Get to lunch. Go on! - Oh...

yeah, lunch!

Go to lunch.

She is pissed.

- What the fuck?! - She's fuckin' rinsed.

- I know, her breath nearly killed me. - (music ends)

Whatever, she can have lunch and sleep it off.

- I can't be arsed with the paperwork. - Wrong...

that was about the business.

She's gonna screw everything.

- (tense music recommences) - (Stewart's keys jangle as he retreats)

- (whooshing flourish) - _

Mate, you got a second? - (music ends)

Yeah, sure, what's up?

Oh, I just had to bounce Jenkins for a bit of argy-bargy.

Hardly surprising.

Yeah, the thing is, she reeked of booze.

Has she got a history of brewing lunatic soup?

I thought she'd given up.

- That's disappointing. - Yeah.

- I'll go and... check it out. - Yeah.

Oh, Boomer!

- (closes lid) - (Boomer mutters incoherently)

Hello, Mr... Hey, Mr J.

What's that, Boomer?

- What you got in this? - No! I don't have any.

(slurring) ... and it's not even...

It's not even fair, 'cause I didn't fuckin' do nuffin!

- I didn't... I didn't do nuffin! Come on.

- Hey, what are you doin' with her?! - She was drunk

and had drugs in her cell. Is that good enough for ya?

Oh, Jesus, Boomer!

What... ?! It wasn't fuckin' mine!

Mr Jackson, j... oh, fuck! (gasps)

I think Mr Jackson put it there. I think he fuckin' put it there!

Okay... You... what did I do to you?!

What I can tell you is that she came to see me...

to talk about you.

I think she was confused, but...

very clear to me that she was deeply in love.

Sorry.

Sorry. (chuckles ruefully)

It's okay.

I didn't mean to come in here and just blubber. (snorts)

I just can't handle the fact that she's not coming back.

I know the sadness feels like it'll last forever,

but it will get easier.

And don't... block it out.

You know, let yourself feel it. That's how we heal.

Don't be tempted to block it out with drugs.

Uh, um...