Wentworth

From now on, there'll be no women committing acts of violence

against women. Make it known.

All I need is one more piece of evidence and I can clinch this.

You want me to lie for ya?

What's with the photos, Mike?

Stay the fuck away from me! Fuck off!

It was like she knew.

- Knew what? - What Ferguson did to me.

- How'd she get out? - You tell me!

Vera? - She let Smith out to get to me.

I'm lifting your suspension.

- That's if you want to come back. - Yes, I do.

She's been playing me this whole time.

- So you'll make a statement? - Just tell me what to say.

I saw Mike Pennisi today.

Franky, that's a breach of your parole.

- Argh! Oh! - (grunting)

Francesca Doyle? We have a warrant for your arrest

for the murder of Michael Pennisi.

Anything you say or do may be given as evidence.

You'll be all right.

What would you know?

(over PA) Attention, all staff.

Available officer to Admissions for escort.

- (doors unlocking) - (melancholy music)

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Take off your jewellery.

Come on.

Really hoping it was a different Francesca Doyle.

Yeah, well I'm one of a kind.

You haven't lost your sense of humour, then.

Guess not, just everythin' else.

There's a spare bed in H1,

- if you wanna move back in there. - No, I'm not takin' Red's cell.

It's not right. Can you put me somewhere else?

- I'd rather not be in H1. - Why?

Just better that way.

Right.

Well go on, just say it.

- I blew it. I'm a disappointment. - Look, you worked your arse off to

get out of here. I just really thought you'd make it, Franky.

Yeah, well so much for your precious fuckin' system.

- The system didn't murder Pennisi. - Neither did I!

It's not like you can fuckin' talk.

You were out of here and the system dragged ya back in.

It's got you by the balls.

- (door beeping unlocked) - Uh.

Franky couldn't have killed Mike Pennisi. You know her.

Yeah, it is hard to believe.

He just saw her once at a cafe.

- That was it. It wasn't her fault. - Okay, well, either way,

you need to keep your distance,

- for your own sake. - She'd be feeling frightened

- and isolated. Vera, I've got to... - If... Bridget...

- She needs me. - Bridget! There are already rumours

circulating about your relationship. You know Department policy

- about staff being involved... - I know I'm compromised,

- but I will not abandon her. - I understand.

But if anyone sees you...

You're a friend.

You do great work with the women. I'd hate to have to sack you.

As your friend, be very, very careful.

- Please. - Yes, Governor.

We didn't have this conversation.

Hey, hey, hey! Pass it! Hey, Novak, throw it this way.

Chocolate pomegranate cloud cake.

- This one is it? - Hey!

- Hey, hey, hey, watch out! Yeah. - Watch out for Bea!

- Hey, boys! I smell fresh meat. - (tense musical undertone)

- Ooh, come to Daddy! Yeah. - It's like a pussy buffet.

It's a pussy buffet.

- All we can eat. (cackling) - Whoo! (laughing)

Leave 'em alone, Juice.

(melancholy music along with tense undertone)

No?!

Jeez, it's Franky. Franky! Oh, my God,

- she's gonna make everything better! This isn't good, Boomer.

I love you!

I love you, Franky!

Oh, she's gonna sort everything out, no fucking worries, eh?

Hey! Look out.

Franky's back. Now you're gonna see what a real top dog's like.

Hey, aren't they, Franky?

I don't think she heard me.

Booms, just make sure you give her some space.

Yeah, don't smother her.

I just want things to be back to normal.

Come on, Booms, what's normal around here?

- Okay, well, back to un-normal then. - Yeah.

Well, where is she?

Franky?

Ah, come here, ya big lug.

- Ha-ha-ha-ha, you scrawny bitch! Hey!

Love you. - You couldn't stay away, could ya?

- She missed us too much, obviously. - Hey, what's with the scarf?

- Hey, good to see ya. It's not good - Yeah.

you're back in here, but you know what I mean.

- You okay? - Yeah.

Yep.

- Franky. Hey. (laughing) - Hey, Dors!

How's that arse, eh?

- Oh, there it is. There's your arse! Arrgh!

Did you break parole or somethin'?

Ah, it's a long story, but the cops reckon I murdered someone.

- Bullshit. Like who? - Yep.

- Mike Pennisi. Yeah, only - TV guy you threw oil on?

I didn't kill him, so...

Oh, well, that's fucked then, isn't it?

- Nah, it's okay. I won't be here long. Oh, still,

- you should be in with us, not... Yeah.

- It's Red's cell. I couldn't. - You can have mine.

I'm being transferred to Barnhurst.

Why, what's happening?

Chemo, for breast cancer.

- Oh, Maxie! - Yeah, but that

Barnhurst, like, isn't forever, but, so...

Hey, ah, when you gonna make your move for Top Dog?!

- Booms, give a girl a break, eh? - Yeah, just...

just let her settle in a bit, love.

- No, no, no. Nah, - Yes!

we gotta... we gotta get Ferguson for what she done to Bea.

Will, mate.

- Jake. - Great to have you back.

You sure about that?

Oh, shit. No, mate, I'm just keeping your seat warm.

Seriously, the sooner you get reinstated the better, I reckon.

Have to get through the psych session with Bridget first.

- It's a waste of fuckin' time. - Yeah, right.

Well, soon as you get the all-clear, it's yours again. No worries.

Anyhow, ah...

here's to a clean slate, eh? No hard feelings.

(over PA) Attention, compound. Attention, compound.

Phones are now available for use.

So, you're Franky Doyle.

- And what's it to you? - Hi...

- I'm Kaz. - Mm.

Apparently you're going to give me lessons in how to be a top dog.

Oh...

so this is the bit where you cock your leg and spray in the corner.

You're funny.

No, just, um,

courtesy call to see if you and I are going to have any problems.

I'd rather suck dick than be Top Dog again. It's all yours.

Just passing through.

Not if you murdered someone, you're not.

See ya round.

Allie?

Sit down.

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You all right?

I'll live.

I know why you did it.

But I said no one's to touch Ferguson.

You know I am pushing shit uphill to get these women to listen to me,

especially about bashing each other. So, why would you do that?

It's undermined everything I'm trying to do?

Can't you see how screwed up that is? You're protecting Ferguson?

I am protecting the women, not Ferguson,

and the principle has to be the same for everyone,

- including my friends. - Oh, fuck your principles, Kaz.

Just do what's right.

Allie?

Don't touch her again.

Or what? You're gonna bash me?

Hey.

I just heard about the chef.

Good news travels fast.

Are you okay?

I'm not here to make friends.

Okay.

It's nothin' personal.

Look, I... I just wanted to say thank you

for looking out for me in hospital. For someone I didn't know, you...

Yeah, well, Red thought you were pretty spesh, so.

What were you doing in Medical, anyway?

My own stupid fucking fault. I took on Ferguson

- without thinking it through. - That's gutsy.

No, was fuckin' pathetic. Really.

Next time, I'm gonna do the job properly.

- You reckon? - Yeah.

It's the least I can do. Bea died for me.

No, a psycho bitch stuck a shiv in her. It's not your fault.

Bea thought that I was dead.

She went out there to kill Ferguson, for me.

Now I'm gonna kill Ferguson, for her.

Yeah, well, from experience, you can't win against Ferguson.

You'll either spend the rest of your life in here

or you end up dead, like Bea.

(over PA) Attention, compound. Attention, compound.

All women to report to assigned work duties.