Wentworth

Jacs is threatening Debbie.

Can't you do something about that?

Normal rules don't apply to Jacs.

Yeah. Your daughter's fucked.

You'd get bored with me.

- Oh, I doubt that. - Well, yes, you would.

And then you'd dump me, and we'd have to keep working together.

And that would be really awkward.

Well, seven years at the top.

You don't get there without making a few enemies.

I haven't heard much talk of you on the compound.

It worries me.

The officers have also noticed a significant change in the women,

who they're looking to.

You wanna have a go at me? Then have a go at me.

Don't you dare use my family to do it.

You put yourself in the mix.

The women are looking to you now.

I've got my lawyer drawing up divorce papers.

Tell Brayden to come and see me.

It's time.

Time to break up with Debbie.

- (DANCE MUSIC PLAYING) - That's it, Boomer.

Be sexy.

Yeah, come on.

Your hips don't move.

- That was it. - No, she hasn't.

Roll your hips.

That's what I'm doing.

Oh, Booms. You look like you're humping a dog.

Liz's turn. Liz's turn.

Hey, boss. Hey, boss. Show us what you got.

Turn it off.

Turn it off!

Ooh, cranky pants.

- Bea? - Hmm?

You're needed in medical.

Is there a problem?

Just come with me now, please.

Do you reckon it's a drug test maybe?

Don't know.

Have I done something wrong?

No, you haven't done anything wrong. If you could just come with us, Bea?

What is it? Can you just tell me here?

Let's get you to medical first.

Well, just...

No, I want to know now.

Bea.

Can you just... Can you just say what it is now?

It's a personal matter, Bea.

Is it Debbie?

Is she okay? Where is she?

Can someone just tell me if she's okay?

Please! Anybody!

Just tell me! Please!

Is she okay? Please!

Tell me. Please.

Okay. We can't do this here.

- Please! - Where's Fletch?

Please! Someone say something.

Tell me!

Hi.

Do you want milk for that?

Yeah.

It's awful about Bea. I can't imagine how she feels.

She should have thought about her kid before she ended up in here.

Last night, your husband found Debbie in her bedroom unconscious.

Now the ambulance came and they tried everything they could,

but I'm sorry, Bea, they were too late.

They're still waiting on a toxicology report

but it would appear at this stage

that the cause of death was a heroin overdose.

Uh, Debbie... Debbie doesn't use drugs.

There was a syringe by her bed and a needle mark in her arm.

No, no, no, no. No, no. She...

No, it must be a mistake. She doesn't...

I'm afraid it isn't, Bea. Your husband identified the body. I'm sorry, Bea.

I'll just go and talk to her.

You won't be able to talk to them. I'm sorry.

We're gonna need some sedation in here.

Calm down.

Debbie! It's okay.

They're gonna sedate you, okay?

No! No! No!

- No! I'm okay. I'm okay. - You okay?

I'm okay.

- I've got it. - I'm okay.

Bea, I am so sorry for your loss.

I want to talk to Harry.

I need to talk to Harry.

Okay.

Hello.

Harry?

Is Deb there, please?

Harry?

Harry, they're saying all this stuff.

They're wrong, right?

Harry?

Is she there? Can you... Is she okay?

Harry, say something.

Say something!

I found her.

Where? Found her where? Where is she?

I don't know.

What do you mean you don't know? Where's my little girl?

They told me at the hospital to go home.

There was nothing more I could do.

You need to go and be with her.

She needs someone to take care of her.

Just go and be there. She's all alone.

Harry?

Harry?

Please, no!

Please, no!

So where the hell were you?

Will was handling it.

- You didn't need the two of us there. - No. That's not your call to make.

Yes, Governor.

You just disappeared. Anything could have happened.

My apologies.

Are you gonna tell me?

Tell you what?

What was so important that it required your immediate attention?

- It was a mistake. - You pull something like that again...

I won't.

So do you need me to apologize again or...

No, we're done.

- Sir. - Fletch.

Good to see you and the officers are playing nice.

You look well rested. It must have been a good holiday, Derek.

Three weeks in paradise with Lauren and the boys. Absolutely.

- (CHUCKLES) - It's good to be back.

- Duty free. - Well, thank you.

I, uh, hear the women have been keeping you busy.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

Well, if the last few weeks is your benchmark for ordinary,

then we do have a lot to talk about.

Now?

Unless you want to be home for dinner?

Hey, Fletch.

Fletch!

- I'm sorry. - (MUSIC STOPS)

It's okay.

I just wanted to say how much I enjoyed going to the movies last night.

Yeah. It was good.

Come over tonight.

- I'm sorry. What? - Yeah. I'll cook.

What are you in the mood for?

Um...

No, that sounds great but I should probably spend the night home with Mum.

Okay.

Well, what about tomorrow night?

Tomorrow night. Sounds great.

All right. Tomorrow night. Good.

Yeah.

- Good night. - Good night.

The sooner we get Smith back to her unit, the better.

Oh, I'm just waiting on a psych consult.

If she's calmed down, let her out. The women will take care of her.

The ring. It's a bit unexpected.

Yeah. No. Not really.

Didn't know you were seeing someone.

Hmm.

Marriage. Oh, it's a tough business.

I've done it twice.

No, I only plan on doing it once.

So did I.

But then I found myself, um...

Distracted.

I don't relish the idea of another divorce so I've, uh...

Well, I've learned to be smarter about it.

Allow yourself the distraction,

but just make sure the other party doesn't want to get caught either.

Hmm?

Are you propositioning me?

Do you want me to?

Not unless you want to get sued.

I was merely offering you support, Erica.

That's all.

Sorry. My misunderstanding.

Attention, compound. Attention, compound.

The count is now complete.

I know everything seems

overwhelming right now but we will help you through this.

I can arrange for a grief counselor to come see you if you like.

I don't have time for a counselor.

I have to organize a funeral.

Will I be able to stay around afterwards at the wake?

Bea, you won't be able to go to the funeral.

Why?

You're a double A rating.

You're a high risk because you're on remand.

You're kidding.

I'm her mother.

I'm sorry.

Look, if your record in here was clean, then maybe we'd have grounds

but smuggling drugs into a prison,

it excludes you from any avenues of appeal.

She's my daughter. I should be at her funeral.

I know. I'm sorry.