Wentworth

Hold it there.

Slot her.

It's not my fault, I swear! I didn't tell her!

- And who are you? - My name's Ms. Ferguson.

But you can call me Governor.

- Who's in charge? - You are.

I read somewhere that you'd been passed over for promotion several times.

You just need a mentor.

I'd really appreciate that.

This yard has been neglected for a very long time.

How would you feel about turning it into a proper vegetable garden?

Yeah. When... When can we start?

- Now, you remember Brayden, don't ya? - No.

Look, that's him there, darling. You look at that.

That is Brayden Holt, Jacs' son.

Now he stuck a needle in Deb's arm and he ended her life.

I am stuck in here with nothing.

Then you find a reason to get up tomorrow.

Just find one.

Thought you were in the slot.

Got out this morning.

Hey, uh, sorry about the whole dunking your head in the sink thing.

I heard about Daz.

Hope he catches something and his dick drops off.

Ah, Liz said you wanted to see this stuff I collected from the papers.

Yeah, yeah, I thought it might help me process a few things.

Thanks.

It'll cost ya.

Bea.

It's, uh, 9:30. You've got an appointment, remember?

- You getting back into sketching? - Yeah.

Oh, it's good to have a hobby.

Yeah.

This is not a social visit.

I want a divorce. I need you to sign some stuff.

I gave it to that guard. Where the hell is he?

Where's Debbie's ashes?

- Have you done anything with them yet? - I've been too busy.

- What about a memorial plaque? - Work's full on.

Work's more important than your daughter?

Your husband gave me these for you to sign.

I'm selling the house.

Don't worry, I'll make sure you get half.

Can you give us a moment?

He fancies himself.

- Fancies you too. - Hmm.

It's just standard stuff. I'm not trying to rip you off.

Yeah, okay, I'll sign the papers, Harry.

But it's gonna cost ya.

You're gonna get half my fuckin' super.

I don't want half your fuckin' super.

- You can keep everything. - Then what do you want?

I want payback for Debbie.

Brayden Holt?

And you're gonna do it.

Do what?

Don't worry, Harry. They don't record sound in here.

You see I'd do it myself, but I'm a bit stuck.

You're the only one who can get to him.

I'm surprised you haven't done it already...

You don't think I haven't thought about it every fuckin' day?

So why haven't you done it then?

- And how would I find him? - Oh, what a shit excuse.

You owe it to Deb to make him pay for what he did.

So I'm not signing anything.

Not until you do what needs to be done.

Take it easy. No, no, go back to the beginning.

It's all right. It's all right, mate.

- You're getting it. - Yeah, yeah, getting it fuckin' good.

Calm down, darlin'. Take it easy. Pull it through.

That's the way. Good. That's it.

No, Franky, I was watching that!

I haven't seen telly for two weeks, you know.

Yeah, serves you right getting busted with my phone.

Oh, that looks really good,

having the tomatoes and the cucumbers near the compost pile.

I can't bloody do it!

Takes a bit of patience, darlin'.

Oh, I'm bummed out, Franky.

I need half or I reckon I'll go spare.

Tell someone who gives a shit, Sky.

Yeah, I'll go see Big Tanya in C Block. She'll sort me out.

Oh, I don't think Big Tanya's gonna sort anyone out.

I saw her this morning in Medical, and she was eating through a straw.

What?

- Someone bashed her. - Who bashed her?

Well, apparently she had a bit of a supply problem

and she got a little bit stingy with the gear.

C Block's in lockdown.

Poor Big Tanya.

So he says he wants a divorce.

A divorce?

- The marriage is over anyway. - Well, you did try to kill him, Bea.

Oh, I'm sorry. Too soon? Too soon?

No, look, he might have been a bastard,

but that stuff can still mess with your head.

I mean, you come into a place like this, you've got kids, you got a husband.

All of a sudden, you've got none of it.

Well, you got us.

Yeah, but for how long?

You aren't in here for the next 12 years.

Oh, fuck, I bloody well hope not.

Couple of months. Couple of months.

- Ah, we'll see. - Hey, hey, she just pushed me, Miss Miles.

Yeah, yeah, Birdsworth.

- What are you doing? - Soil's crap.

Well, there's not much you can do about it.

I reckon they need raised up garden beds.

- A garden shed? - And a greenhouse.

That way we can store the tools and stuff right there.

And if we had a greenhouse, we'd be able to grow veggies all year.

Okay.

- Really? - Why not?

- It's a good idea. - Great.

Well, that's fantastic. I mean, thanks, Ms. Ferguson.

Ah, Doreen? I'll need you to do something for me.

I want you to keep an eye on Smith.

Bea?

As her Peer Worker.

I know she's having a hard time.

Just let me know how she's traveling, now she's off the sedatives.

Okay.

- Just this way. Liz? Liz. - Yeah, Ms. Bennett.

We've got a new girl, on remand. Her name is Su-Yun.

- Su-Yun. - I've put her in H2.

- Now she doesn't speak English. - Oh, right.

But can you just keep an eye on her for me?

Yeah, I'll look after her.

Hi, I'm Liz.

Oh, right.

So you're a long way from home, aren't ya, eh?

Hey, Nurse Spunky.

Need a hand?

Just the dirty linen, Franky.

Sorry, Tanya, you're gonna have to finish that up.

You're being moved to Protection.

Can I take that? Thanks.

Great, babe. Yeah, I'm good.

Yeah, hey, I'm ringing about Nana. Poor old bird's not eating properly?

What's he saying? Has he got any shit? Can he get it?

Come on. Bea, hey? It's Bea, right?

Yeah? Yeah, I heard about you. Hey, you holding?

- I just need a moggie to tide me over. - No, I got nothing.

- One's all I need... - Go ask someone else.

Don't be a selfish bitch, Bea!

Sky, quit bugging Bea, all right?

Nah, the fuckin' bitch is holding out on me.

You're fuckin' joking.

Hello?

Franky, how'd you go? We good, yeah?

Would you get her out of my face?

It's all yours, Red.

Washington Automotive.

Oh, hello, it's Tracey Bell here from VIP Panel and Paint in Coburg.

My boss was hoping to meet with your rep, Harry Smith,

to discuss supplying us with parts, if that's possible.

Sure. How's 1:30 today?

Yeah, today's perfect.

Sky? Sky, look don't do this, mate.

Let me open the door, eh? I'm gonna do it, I swear!

I'm gonna do it!

- So do it! Quit talking about it! - Yeah.

Sky, honey, just calm down. You're scaring the new girl.

I don't give a fuck about the new girl!

- What's going on? - Sky's got a shiv.

Look, she says she's gonna slash up again if anyone goes in her cell.

Okay, move away, Doreen.

Sky, I'm gonna open the door and come in there, okay?

You open that door I'll open a fuckin' vein, I swear to God.

Well, okay. Talk to me, Sky. What do you want?

- Okay, I wanna help you out. - Oh!

I just need something to take the edge off, Mr. J!

Okay, we'll take you to Medical and have you taken care of.

You'll put me in the fuckin' slot!

- What's going on? - Oh, it's Sky. She's got a shiv.

Listen, we're coming in there, all right?

Now put the shiv down and face the wall.

- Just let me talk to her, okay? - She's probably off her head on ice, mate.

Hang on.

Fuck, she's cutting.

Sky, put it down. Put the shiv down. Put it down.

Did he spray her? Did he spray her?

Get the fuck off. Get the fuck off me.

- You keep carrying on like that... - Put something on her wrists. Here!

I'll gas you again, all right!

- Put that on her wrist. - Oh, my God.

I can't fuckin' see!

Let's move. Move.

- She's sedated. - What happened?

Ah, she slashed up.

The prisoner has a history of self-harming.

She'll need to go to hospital,

mainly hesitation wounds, but one's really deep.

- She'll need surgery. - Ambulance has been called.

Did you gas her?

Well, she was out of control, wielding a shiv.

I deemed it appropriate to employ OC spray to subdue her.

The ambulance is here.

Whoa, what are you doing?

You can't cuff her, not with slashed wrists.