Wentworth

Put your principle into good use.

Do you think you could help me get to the bottom of the drugs supply.

- There is a fucking officer involved. - There's no officer.

Behold... the Green Wall!

- We're goin' into business. - What, you guys go the green light?

We've got, uh, a proposition to make to you Liz.

We want you to come on board as our horticultural expert.

Hey, Miss Westfall...

You know you promised me.

You looked me in the eye, you said "I'm not gonna try anything anymore."

- I won't do it again. - Get out.

- (laboured breathing) Do you wanna touch me?

Do you?

- (grunting) Ugh! - Argh!

- (screaming and coughing) - There's no easy way out for you.

Now, I'm gonna get out and you're gonna come with me.

- What? - Now, you need to get out

and you need to live a happy life.

That's the revenge you get on Ferguson.

You're on.

Yeah, thanks for sayin' somethin'.

That's all right, they were just worried about ya.

Just forget Ferguson, we just gotta get outta here.

Won't grow old in this fuckin' dump.

- Hey, Marge! - Red's wall's lookin' good.

Want some help with your flowers?

Marge?!

You okay, mate?

Eh?

- Oh, shit! - Oi!

Marge? - (music darkens)

No... no, so she's like, just like sittin' there, like,

- like stiff, like a zombie. You know? - I know.

- Poor old thing. - Plenty of worse ways to go.

Here she comes.

See ya, Marge.

- See ya, Marge. - Won't be the same without ya, Marge.

- Miss ya, Marge. - See ya, Marge.

- On ya, Marge. God bless. - Hey, Mr J...

- what happened? - Doctor reckons it was a heart attack.

Poor old thing.

I don't think she had any family anymore.

She hadn't had a visitor in years.

- 34 years in this dump. Love you, Marge!

- Bye, Marge. Maybe I was right...

Bye. - maybe the only way out of here

is in a box.

- (grinders whirring) - (music ends)

See that?

- Pick up the pace, everybody! - (grinding and hammering)

I want finished prototypes by the time the Regional Manager gets here!

- (echoing drum beat) - (hammering)

What's the Freak doin' 'ere?

Hey, that looks good though.

May I help you?

Oi, remember grinding these!

Quite an impressive little operation you have here.

Thank you.

The Governor's been very supportive.

Huh.

What do you want, Joan?

Hey, that's one *** in the works, right?

I have a proposition for you.

Can I just get a *** over here.

I'll scratch your back...

Now, why would you imagine that I would risk bringing your contraband

through my workshop?

I understand that you have your business, Joan,

but I won't have you ruining mine.

You're assuming you have a choice.

This workshop is my domain.

So...

I acknowledge your offer,

and I respectfully decline.

Hey, watch it!

Hey.

(train crossing bells ringing and horn blaring)

- Hey. - Hey.

- Hey, did you sleep all right? - Yeah.

- Well, you just look a bit... - No, I'm fine.

- No, just tired. - Oh, (sighs)

- I just needs some caffeine. - Oh, okay.

Oh, look, um (clicks mouth), Mr Jackson just called me,

- poor Marge died this morning. - Mmm. Ohhh.

- Yeah, natural causes. Yeah. - Oh, that's terrible.

Look, she didn't have many close friends,

- Mmm. - but some of the women might want

grief counselling, especially if it gets them out of work.

- (chuckling) Oh, right. Yeah. - Hope you're ready for a busy day.

- Have you seen Superman II? - No.

Lex Luther escapes prison with a hot-air balloon.

We should do that, or what about really tall stilts?

Mmm, but can you run in stilts?

I can run in stilettos.

- (loud laughter can be heard inside) - (melancholy music)

- (music ends) - (door opens)

It has to be an officer supplying

the drugs, this is how we'll stop them.

I can't authorise a CSDS search without evidence.

Well, don't you wanna undermine Ferguson?

Channing is here tomorrow for the workshop inspection,

the last thing I need him thinking is that I can't control my staff.

You know how expensive it is to call them in.

You know what it does for staff morale.

But all I care about is protecting the women.

Well, I need proof and I'm sorry, Will,

but your gut instinct isn't evidence.

Why did ya ***, Hannah.

Oh, that looks good.

What do you want?

- A job. - Ha-ha! No fuckin' way!

It's not up to you.

Fuckin' oaf it is, 'cause I'm the boss!

Yeah, for real, so piss off!

Is there a problem, Susan?

Yeah, there is. This fat slag here

thinks she can just walk in and, like, get a job!

So, you put me in a wheelchair...

and then come and ask for a job.

That's novel.

Well, I've got heaps of weldin' experience.

Yeah, weldin' your fat mouth around blokes' dicks!

- I'm a dyke! - Show some decorum please, ladies.

I'll work really hard.

You know, do whatever you want.

And, um... well...

I'm sorry.

Oh, that's a very quick turn around. Not the least suspicious.

Oh, I dunno, it's up to you, Susan.

But, um...

- I'm sure you can find something... - (jaunty music)

fun for her to do.

Come on, put your back into it.

Well done, Susan.

Oh, hi, Allie. Hi.

- Glad I caught you, - (door beeps unlocked)

I heard about poor Marge,

thought you might like to come in for a chat.

Um...

Oh, nah, I'm okay, I... I didn't really know her.

- Oh, right. - (door beeps unlocked)

I saw you with, um... Franky...

earlier.

You seem to be getting along really well?

Yeah.

Yeah, this place can really mess with your head.

You know, especially when you're vulnerable.

I think it's probably best not to...

well, not to...

not to cross any boundaries at the moment, you know.

- What are you talking about? - Oh, just that...

when you've had feelings for someone and you lose them,

a common mistake is just...

throw yourself into another relationship,

which is... not a solution at all.

Okay, thanks.

Well, if you ever need to talk in depth, at more...

y-you know where I am, okay?

Jesus, Bridget!

_

This gonna take much longer?

Why, you got somewhere to be?

Do I sense an impending visit from the Regional Manager?

- Vera seems to be in an awful panic - (tense music)

to get everything looking shipshape.

Just get back to work.

It's not the machinery they should be inspecting,

it's her appalling leadership skills.

I think they should have a look at yours while they're at it.

- Shut up, Ferguson. - (drum beat flourish)

I'll walk you out.

I wonder how much longer she can cling on?

- (drums beats flourish) - (music ends)

Yeah, it's been done. Says I can stay and ***.

Yeah, great.

The conveyor belt in the laundry.

- What about it? - Well, it's gotta lead to a...

I dunno, a loading dock or something, right?

Yeah, which'll be guarded and need a swipe card.

- Well, have you ever been out there? - No, so?

Worth checkin' out, right?

Yeah, all right, I'll get Smiles to let us in.

Okay, cool. What if she asks questions?

She won't.

If she does just say you want me.

Yeah, all right, that's good.