Wentworth

- (atmospheric music) - (whooshing flourish)

Home delivery. - (echoing flourish)

- (drum beats flourish) - Caramel milkshake. Ah-la-la-la-la.

You stay the fuck away from me.

If anyone has an issue with the way I run things,

now's your chance to spit it out.

- (cable ties zip) - Arrrgh!

- (inmates gasp) - Oh, shit!

Oh, fuck! Oh!

Ferguson took out the trash when Kaz couldn't.

Yeah, fuck Kaz!

Top Dog! Get off!

Yeah. - Top Dog!

Top Dog!

Top Dog! Top Dog! Top Dog!

Top Dog!

If this was an isolated incident I might be able to understand...

but Smith has been murdered,

Stevens bashed so badly she can't walk,

and now a prisoner has had their tongue cut out,

right under our noses without anybody, not one of you,

noticing anything. How is that possible?!

Clearly the attack on Gambaro was Ferguson's handiwork

Now that she is Top Dog we have to be twice as vigilant.

This is just a taste of what she is capable of.

Oh, if only the Department found it so amusing.

One more serious incident, heads will roll.

And it won't be mine.

Get back to work, and take down the fucking decorations!

- Bring Ferguson to my office. - Okay.

- (steam press whooshing) - (ominous music)

Well, I hope Kaz is fuckin' happy.

We warned her if she didn't bash Juice someone else would've.

- Yeah. - Yeah, well bashin's

one thing but that tongue...

- Yeah. - Oh, I can't get that image

- out of my head. - Nuh.

Can they sew a tongue back on, do you reckon?

Sh-sh-sh-sh, she's looking.

What's Tina's problem?

Nah, you'll need to be more specific.

She won't sell me any more gear.

Well, I told her not to.

Why?

You junkies have such a tenuous understanding of cause and affect.

I seem to recall that you attacked me with a billiard ball in a sock.

Does that ring a bell?

What was that about?

Nothing.

Didn't look like nuffin'.

Nothing for you to worry about.

I reckon she's back on the drugs.

Oh, look we don't know that for sure, love.

She gave the Freak her dessert, that's fucked.

How can she even look at her? I dunno.

Mmm... - (Boomer chuckles wryly)

- God, I dunno. - Hey, Allie?

- What's going on? - Ah...

we just... we're just havin' a bit of a family conference, that's all.

- About...? - Well, come and...

come and have a chat with us. Come on.

There you go.

What's up?

How are you going, love? Are you... you okay?

Yeah, good. Why?

You're not your normal self, Allie.

What... what are you doin' back on the gear?

- Like after everything that Bea - Oh...

- done for ya. - geez, Booms, you're like a

- bloody sledgehammer. - Eh? Well...

We're just trying to understand what's going on,

- that's all. Mm-hm.

Just lookin' out for ya, love.

Bea would've hated seein' you back on

- on the gear. - Don't tell me what Bea would've hated!

I fucking know better than any of you!

- We're not saying you don't know, Al. - Then stop pointing the finger!

I haven't forgotten her, okay.

I never will.

Thanks for the family ambush!

- Clearly she doesn't want our help. - (moody music)

Yeah, but she's still part of our family

I don't know how she can suck up to the Freak.

It's 'cause she's a junkie, eh?

- (music darkens) - (door beeps unlocked)

- (faint whooshing flourish) - (door closes)

A tongue in a box. What the fuck, Joan?!

Just stop your whining. Our plan is working.

Let's just focus now on making you Governor.

Vera's job is hanging by a thread.

We only need to give things a little push.

Just keep your drugs coming thick and fast.

- It's only a matter of time. - (door beeps unlocked)

I've got Ferguson for you, Governor.

Don't sit.

That'll be all, Mr Stewart.

So, is this the meeting where we plan how we're gonna work together,

- for the benefit of the women? - No.

This is the one where I suspend all your privileges.

On what grounds?

I know it was you.

- (inhales) - (ominous music)

What's the legal expression?

It's um, it's on the tip of my tongue.

- (clicks mouth) - (faint grating flourish)

Burden of proof?

Take it up with the Ombudsman.

If you try anything...

I will have you slotted...

indefinitely.

You're on notice. Mr Stewart?!

Get her out of here.

- (music ends) - (inhales shakily)

- (door beeps unlocked) - _

I'll take her back, Nurse.

Okay. Sure.

- Thank you. - Thanks.

- How's the arm? - Getting there.

She is going to tear those women to shreds, piece by piece,

and I feel sick about it.

Well, I did try to warn you.

She would have become Top Dog no matter what I did.

Then do something about it.

Like what? The women are frozen in fear.

Kaz...

- win them over. - What do you suggest?

Okay, sign up for peer worker.

Now, that's a start.

Put your principle into good use.

Not the worst idea I've ever heard.

Do you think you can help me get to the bottom of the drug supply?

How?

Well, Ferguson's propped up by the dealers...

we get rid of the drugs, kills two birds.

There is an officer involved, I'm telling you.

- There is a fucking officer involved. - There's no officer, okay?

It'll be a contract in the laundry or the kitchen.

Okay, prove it.

So, she was trollin' ya?

Yeah, definitely. You have no idea.

So what, then you found out where she lived and you bashed her?

She asked for it. It was hateful shit she was posting.

So, it's mitigating circumstances.

Mmm... Farah?

I'd like a word with Doyle, alone please.

Ms Bennett.

How's your case coming?

- It's not mine, it's Iman's. - Hmm.

Might be an argument for a reduced sentence.

(hushed) Okay.

I've always admired that about you...

your willingness to help the other women,

despite what's going on in your own life.

Well, that's me, patron saint of lost causes.

You know, there's a way you could really help them.

Take down Ferguson.

I'd rather keep my tongue,

- for obvious reasons. - Oh, so it was her?

Well, anyone with half a brain can see that,

why haven't you shifted her off to the nuthouse yet?

Because the people with half a brain

don't have the evidence to prove it.

So, you want me to fix your problem for you?

Ah, it's not just my problem.

She's making life hell for everyone, including your friends.

Nah, well you can tell Proctor. She's all about the women.

You are the only one who can take on Ferguson.

The women will rally around you.

You're not draggin' me back in.

What do you want?

I need to see Ferguson.

Wouldn't advise it.

What is it?

Can you tell Tina it's okay, please?

I feel I'm having déjà vu.

I've got cash, how much do you want?

Here, I've got it with me. I'll pay you whatever you want.

- How much? - I wish it were that simple.

Oh, fuck!

What do you want? What do you want? You want me to beg?

You want me to beg in front of everyone? Okay, fine. I'm begging you.

- I'm begging you. Please! Fucking junkie.