All language subtitles for Wentworth S04 E07 - Panic Button

Police want our help with a case.
A woman's been charged.

Sonia Stevens. We charged her
with murdering her best friend.

If you help us get
the information we need,

you'd be eligible
for immediate parole.

- Liz will show you the ropes.
- Thank you, Elizabeth.

Can you tell him I'll do it?

- You Iagger!
- Snitch! Snitch! Snitch! Snitch!

- Snitch! Snitch!
- How could you do that?

I think this stupid system
of punishing laggers

has gotten ridiculous.

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

So, I've been hearing rumours
that you're planning to step up.

I delayed treatment to hold the fort
when you asked me to.

- That's how loyal I was to you.
- It's okay.

It's too late. Now they have to
fucking cut my breasts off!

- You're not here for us, Bea.
- What?

It's bad enough you stuffed up
with Tasha,

but it's even worse
what you did to Maxine.

Everything I do is for you girls,
you fucking cow!

♪ You don't know me ♪

♪ When I don't know you ♪

♪ You don't know me ♪

♪ When I don't know you ♪

♪ You're calling me in ♪

♪ And you're catching me out ♪

♪ You're calling me in ♪

♪ And you're catching me out ♪

♪ You're calling me in ♪

♪ And you're catching me out ♪

♪ You don't know me ♪

♪ When I don't know you ♪

Your lawyer's here.

You came all the way down here
to tell me that?

Clearly, you've learnt nothing
about delegation.

You look like the cat
that got the cream.

It's only a matter of time
before I walk out of here.

- Justice will prevail.
- (LOCK OPENS)

Yes, I'm sure it will.

NINA: The Crown's case hinges
on the testimony of Nils Jesper,

your former associate.

Alleged associate. Please don't
waste my time with repetition.

- I asked you here for an update.
- Well...

They're being vague with details,
stalling information.

Which, in your professional opinion,
means what?

I think they're trying to pull
a surprise witness.

Someone whose testimony
will support

Jesper's alleged activities.

- I don't know who it is.
- I do.

- You want me?
- MAN: Yes.

Mr. Jesper has admitted

that Ferguson summoned him
to the prison to attack you.

We'd like you to submit
a written statement for the Crown.

I've already made a statement
to that detective.

And to appear in court
for cross-examination.

Your identity will be protected
until the trial.

She'll have no idea
this is coming.

Come on, Smith.
This is Ferguson.

Your testimony can help
keep her behind bars.

If it wasn't Ferguson,
I'd be out of this room already.

So you'll do it?

(TRAIN RATTLES)

Okay.

On one condition.

Once the trial starts,
she goes back into protection.

I'll request with the board
that we...

I won't be doing anything
until I get a written guarantee.

I want her gone.

MAN ON P.A.: Attention, compound.
Attention, compound.

The canteen is now open
from 8 o'clock.

Bea! Hey.
I've been looking for you.

Vitamin E.

- For your scarring.
- Oh.

Thanks.

- Are you alright?
- Yeah.

Just“

Oh, stuff, you know.

Well, if it's Doreen,
forget about it.

There's plenty of other people here
who care about ya.

Yeah.

BRIDGET: Any developments?

She's just had a meeting
with her lawyer.

She doesn't look so cocky now.

(TRAIN HORN BLOWS)

(SQUEALS)

18 months tops!

- Is that all?
- That's what the lawyer reckons.

Sentencing hearing
is in two days.

So if I only cop 18,

you guys will get released
with time served!

(WOMEN CHEER)

I couldn't believe it!

What the fuck's
happened to Joan?

MEL: I don't know.
She's not talking.

Hey.

- Hey.
- You okay?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

How'd it go?

- Not so good.
- What happened?

Just something's come up that,
uh, I'm gonna have to deal with.

Tell me.

I'm being victimised.

BY Who?

Somebody I shouldn't
have trusted.

And now he's conspiring
against me.

With Bea Smith.

You're fuckin' kidding me.

WILL: Proctor!

Random drug test.

Just can't leave me alone,
can you?

Let's move.

- (BLEEPING)
- (LOCK OPENS)

(DOOR LOCKS)

Governor!

Transfer papers
for Kazeem and Leoni.

- Mm-hm.
- You've been avoiding me.

- Give me the papers.
- Guy could get offended.

I'm going for a drink after work
if you're interested.

We need to get a few things
straight.

What happened in the lift
was grossly unprofessional

and tantamount
to sexual assault.

Wow.

Okay.

I'm sorry.

That certainly
wasn't my intention.

I guess I misread the signals.

There were no signals.

I am the governor
of this prison.

Yes, of course.

I understand you were upset,
and that's the only reason

I didn't give you
an official warning.

You can go now.

Thank you.

MAN ON P.A.: Attention, compound.
Attention, compound.

The canteen is now open
for C Block.

'HeY-Any for me?
- Nope.

Ms. Miles? How's Tasha doing?

Oh, last time I saw her,
she was in a backless gown,

handcuffed to a bed, so...

...you know, not great.

Can I see her?
I want to help.

You should have stopped her
pressing the panic button.

Fancy a cuppa, love, or a chat?

No, thanks.

There's a lot of negative energy
in this place.

Yeah. Especially
since you rocked up.

Where'd ya hide the body?

Lift up, would ya?

You might want to help me
with the cleaning.

And that way, some of the women
might be nicer,

if they see you helping out.

They've already
made up their minds about me.

They actually think I'm capable
of killing my best friend.

LIZ: Oh, don't worry about
what they think.

- I've got ya.
- Thank you, Elizabeth.

Just Liz.

No, I'll just keep my head down,
till the trial.

Do you know, if you want to
blend in a bit more,

it might be a good idea

to change out of
your fancy threads.

I said I'd keep my head down.
I have no desire to blend.

KAPLAN: So, what were
your first impressions?

- She's a stuck-up cow.
- (LAUGHS)

- So you've already bonded, then.
- Oh, yeah. We're totes besties.

(BOTH LAUGH)

- Oh, wow. That... that's good.
- Mmm.

That's the best coffee in town.
It's from my favourite shop.

Lukewarm, but good.

You play your cards right, Liz,

I'll take you there for a hot one
when you get out, okay?

Oh. Well, I don't know
how that's gonna happen.

- 'Cause Sonia's not saying much.
- That's alright.

Just give it time.

Just stay close to her
and listen.

The way to get people talking
is to let them fill in the silence.

- I hate silence.
- (LAUGHS)

Mmm. Try a scroll.

No. I'm watching my weight.

More for me, then.

- Really fresh.
- Mmm.

- You're a bad man, Donald.
- (LAUGHS)

They're good, huh?

Is Kaz in her cell?

No. Just me.

You like a cup of tea?

Oh... No, thanks.

You still don't trust me,
do you?

I'm just here to talk to Kaz
about the panic button rule.

Bea Smith's unwritten rules.

She didn't make the rules.

But she does enforce them.

I don't think the women should
be punished for asking for help.

I agree.

So do a lot of the women.

But unless somebody
makes a stand...

...nothing'|| ever change.

(LAUGHTER)

Double spinach.
You shouldn't have.

Don't argue.
It's good for ya.

- Hey.
- Where did you disappear to?

Sorry, love. I had to go and see
the prison psych, Ms. Westfall.

'Cause she's doing a whole series
of new rehab programs.

She wants me as a guinea pig.

Oi, Dors. How's the Addams Family
working out for ya?

(SNAPS FINGERS AND LAUGHS)

Leave her alone, Booms.
Leave her.

Oh, what the fuck does she
talk to Ferguson about anyway?

Glove shopping?

(LAUGHS) Yeah, that's good.

Oi, Minnie Mouse.
That was fuckin' funny.

Thanks... Shrek.

(LAUGHS)
Now, that's fuckin' funny.

Shut up.

Ooh. She's coming,
she's coming, she's coming.

Bea, can I have a word?

Mmm.

It's about
the panic button rule.

A lot of the women aren't happy.

If we're being threatened,
it should be okay to call for help.

If anyone's got a problem,

they come to me
like they always have.

- They don't press the button.
- If Tasha hadn't pressed it...

- Rules are rules.
- ..she would have been ra...

They're not your rules.

- You just inherited them.
- BEA: Exactly.

Whatever issues we have,
we sort them out ourselves.

- We don't involve the screws.
- Sorry, but I disagree.

- So do a shitload of us.
- BEA: What?

What the Top Dog says goes.
Okay?

- That's fucked.
- Welcome to prison.

- What are you doing?
- I'm doing my job.

Helping the women.

What you're doing is
making things difficult for me.

We're supposed to be mates.

Yeah, well,
mates listen to each other.

Is this about Nash?

It's got fuck-all to do
with Nash.

You still don't get it, do ya?

Well, |won't let you
keep stirring shit up.

- So, what are you gonna do, eh?
- I'm serious, Doreen.

- Come on. What are you gonna do?
- We don't need an audience.

I respect your right
to choose your friends.

I respect your right to
even challenge me.

I don't know
what Kaz has been feeding you...

I can think for myself.
We all can.

We don't need you deciding
what's best.

The panic button was put here
for our safety.

And if you don't let us press it,
then that means

you don't give a stuff
about our welfare!

That's not true.

- Don't do that, Doreen.
- Oh, and what if I do, eh?

Where are you gonna do? Bash me?
You gonna burn my hand?

What? Come on.
I want to know.

Don't... press it.

- (ALARM BLARES)
- LIZ: Fuck! Dor!

Ooh! God.

You shouldn't have done that.

(OTHER SIRENS BLARE)

MAN ON P.A.: I repeat,
this is a lockdown.

It was an accident!

MILES: Yeah, thanks to you,
we have to stay back

and check every single unit.

This is a security breach, ladies.

If someone was hurt, we wouldn't
know where to start looking.

Won't happen again, Mr. Jackson.

MAN ON RADIO: J Block,
clear and in lockdown.

MILES: H Block clear.

LIZ: Bea...

I should put you
through the wall!

Go on, then.

You want to hang out with the Freak,
you be my guest.

But don't you ever, ever
disobey me again!

What's going on, Dor?

Is this 'cause you feel guilty
about Tasha?

What do you think?

I think you must be
pretty messed up

to get involved
with Kaz and Ferguson.

Well, at least
I'm not a fence-sitter.

Sitting on a fence
gives me a really good view

of what's going on.

You know, Bea...

- She's not so perfect.
- No, she's not.

But she's not like them.

She never used to be.

Oh, love.

This place changes people,
even you.

LIZ: Being in charge,
it's a tough gig.

I wouldn't bloody want it.

DOREEN: No-one wants it.
That's the point.

The women don't want
anyone in charge anymore.

That's not true.

It's not true.

(|_Iz SIGHS)

(SNIFFS)

Last night wasn't an accident.

If you can't control the women,
we're gonna have a problem.

Did Ferguson
have anything to do with it?

She didn't have anything to do with it.
She's not a problem.

Well, she's planning something.
I can see it. Why can't you?

I can see the cracks, Smith,
and that means Ferguson can too.

You need to remind everyone
who's in charge.

WOMAN ON P.A.: Attention, compound.
Attention, compound.

She's right, you know.

KAZ: Well played
last night, Doreen.

Did the right thing.

Women aren't happy.

- You alright?
- What are the women saying?

- Who cares?
- I do.

They all reckon that Doreen
did the right thing.

Hey, Bea!
I just wanted to clarify.

Panic button rule's
out the window, yeah?

The rule stays.

KAZ: Really?

Only, it seems
the women have spoken.

Last night was an accident.

Anyone tries that shit again,
they'll have me to deal with.

Wow. You hear that, ladies?
What Queen Bea says goes.

Even if it's not
what the majority want.

Oh, shut the fuck up, Kaz.

(WHISPERING)

- (CLATTERING)
- Alright!

BEA: Listen up!

If you have a problem
with the rules,

then let's get it
out in the open.

Hm?

If you don't want a Top Dog anymore,
then speak up.

Come on. Let's vote.

Hands up.

Let's take a vote right now.
Who doesn't want a Top Dog?

Then what? They get shivved?

No. No.

- No repercussions.
- (LAUGHS)

- They don't believe you.
- Just shut up, Kaz.

- Well?
- KAZ: Alright.

If you really want to do this...

Alright,
we'll do a blind ballot.

Every woman gets her say.
No intimidation.

Yeah? Suits me.

Let's just vote now.

We don't need a Top Dog.

Shut the fuck up,
ya big hairy lezzo.

KAZ: Alright,
how do we do this fairly?

BEA: Three women take the votes.

One from my crew.

- Liz?
- Yeah.

- One from yours.
- I'll take 'em.

And we need someone neutral.

LIZ: What about Sonia?

She's a newbie.

Why not?

Alright. Good.

You spread the word.

Yeah, we take the votes
this arvo.

The other blocks can vote
in their rec time.

KAZ: Well done!

- Are you sure about this?
- Only way I can shut it down.

Yeah? And what if you lose?

- Are we seriously allowing this?
- It's a smart move.

It forces the women
to put up or shut up.

What if they vote no Top Dog?
This place will be a war zone.

Smith wouldn't have done it
if she didn't feel confident.

- She's not herself.
- No.

She hasn't been herself
since the fire.

And the women notice.

- Proctor's taking advantage.
- Smith will shut it down.

Let's go over
those induction reports.

Right.

JAKE: Women's prisons
sure are different.

Walford blokes'd just be
kicking the shit out of each other.

(SIGHS) So... This Bea Smith.

- What's she like?
- Well, uh, she's, uh...

She's good for the women.

A lot of junkies are cleaned up
thanks to her.

Do you have protein powder
in that?

Nope.

A body like that
doesn't come for free.

No, just hard work
and discipline.

Mate, I got onto
this great supplement last year.

It's all natural.
Good energy boost.

- I can get you some if you like.
- No, I'm good.

Reckon you need it
more than me, though.

Lorraine! If you shut up,
I can explain it again, alright?

Now, listen.

If you want the position
of Top Dog to continue,

you stick a tick.

If you don't want a Top Dog,
it's a cross. Yeah?

Yeah.

No Top Dog, cross.
Yes Top Dog, tick. Okay.

Yes. Three hours later.

You can only vote once.
Nice try, though.

Who the fuck are you?

Oh, I'm in for murder. You?

- Sonia's in charge of the count.
- Yes, and you've already voted.

Tina Mercado.

So...

Nice one.

I reckon you and I
make a good team.

Cross means no Top Dog.
Tick means Top Dog, Lorraine. Yeah.

LIZ: Thank you.

Well done.

-Hey-
-Hey-

Hey.

I'm just rounding up the girls
to vote.

- Oh, yeah. I'm doing it later.
- Okay.

- You feeling alright?
- Yeah. Just tired.

When's your operation?

'Cause I...| been
talking to people, and, uh...

You know, you just gotta
out that shit out,

'cause it... can just
go everywhere, and it's...

- Yeah, honey, I'm not sure.
- Well, just remember...

- Mm-hm.
- ..when it does happen...

...I'll be there for ya.

- Thanks, Booms.
- Alright.

- I'll, uh... I'll let you sleep.
- Okay.

'Bye. 'Bye.

BOOMER: Hey, Bea.

You, uh... you... you want me
to make sure that...

...a|| the women
are voting for ya?

- I could have a few quiet words.
- Leave it, Booms.

Well, no, I won't touch 'em
or nothing.

- It'd just be verbular threats.
- I said no.

Alright.

Come on. Spit it out.
What is it?

There's still no date
for Maxie's op.

I was thinking, maybe you could
have a word to Vinegar Tits

and find out, you know,
what the hold-up is.

- Sure.
- Oh, awesome.

- Ta. (LAUGHS)
- Doreen.

Come and take over
the steam press.

Come on.

You want a taste of democracy.

Now's your chance.

Don't fuck it up.

Shouldn't you be out there
campaigning or something?

(LAUGHS)

- What?
- You want to know a secret?

Yeah.

I don't want to win.

Hey.

I'm tired.

Oh, God, I'd give anything
for the quiet life.

It's not gonna happen here.

Anyway, I'm not here about me.

Apparently, no date's
been set for your op.

I'm not having it.

My breasts are part of who I am.

No-one's taking that away.

Yeah, but if you don't
have the surgery, then...

I'd rather die.

You can't mean that.

I lived in the wrong body, Bea,
for 32 years of my life, Okay?

I woke up every single morning

wanting to tear it off
like it was an ill-fitting suit,

to step outside it...

...and just be me.

I'm finally happy, Bea,
with who I am,

and nothing, no disease...

...is gonna change that.

So...

Go on, then.

Talk me out of it.

No.

I'm voting for no Top Dog.

Bea can go fuck herself.

Oh, Juice. We don't need
your life story, love.

Just put it in the bag.

Lucy Gambaro, J Block.

Any time you want to get out
of those pricey undies,

just let me know.

(LAUGHS)

Back off, Juice.

God.

Is she always so repulsive?

No. Sometimes
she's just disgusting.

- Birdsworth?
- Yeah?

- VERA: Can I have a word?
- LIZ: Yeah.

Okay.

How's the vote going?

I reckon I've seen
half the votes,

and there's more crosses
than ticks.

- What happens if she loses?
- SONIA: Liz.

- Yeah?
- We're going to education.

Yeah, righto. Coming.

We're doing the tally
after dinner.

- Mm-hm.
- Cross your fingers.

SONG: ♪ There you go

♪ You've got your mind
made up, up, up

♪ I see you've figured me out

♪ Haven't you, haven't you?

♪ You

♪ Drop the mirror
and just drop into me

♪ All along, all along

♪ All along, misunderstood. ♪

She might not have
a personal life, but I do.

I've been trying to hook up
with this guy for weeks.

It wasn't Vera's fault
they pressed their panic buttons.

She knew I had a date, and she
kept me on and sent Jake home.

She's playing favourites.

I needed my most experienced
officers on-site.

Not that I need to
explain myself to you.

Can you let the officers know
I will be calling an early muster?

- After dinner.
- What for?

Last night's fiasco
can't go unpunished,

and I need to claw back
the overtime.

Maybe you could reschedule
your... quote, unquote, date.

- It's not funny.
- (LAUGHS)

- Nice tatts.
- WOMAN: Thank you.

F Block.

LIZ: Kav. Block B.

- Hey.
- Hey. That's Kay.

D Block.

Did you talk to Vinegar Tits
about Maxie?

No, not yet.
I'll do it in the morning.

Alright, ladies.
Everyone back to your units.

- Got an early count tonight.
- How come?

Because it took the officers
hours of overtime

to check your units last night.

If you waste our time,
you pay the price.

What about the votes?

We're supposed to count them
together, in front of everyone.

VERA: I don't care about
your sandpit politics.

You can do that in the morning.

They're not taking the bag back
to their unit. They'll rig it.

Yeah, well,
you're not taking it.

We'll lock it
in the observation box.

Then you can get back
to your units.

- Happy with that, Mel?
- Long as you can't get to it.

JAKE: Let's go!

(FOOTSTEPS)

- (BLEEPING)
- (LOCK OPENS)

- (BLEEPING)
- (LOCK OPENS)

- (BLEEPING)
- (LOCK OPENS)

- You're a naughty girl.
- I beg your pardon?

You're not as straight
as you pretend to be.

I had to collect
the shift report.

Yeah, and your curiosity
got the better of you. Yeah.

- Get back to work.
- Hey.

Whatever you're doing,
it's none of my business.

Correct.

I'd hate to put you
in a compromising position.

WILL: I've got backup in case
this turns into a riot.

I don't think we have
any cause for concern.

You're confident.

- Cross.
- (LIZ CLEARS THROAT)

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

That's all of them.

Alright.

So if you add those all up. Okay.
So for no Top Dog, an extra two.

It's 122 votes.

And to keep the Top Dog,
it's 243. Bea wins!

- (CHEERING AND JEERING)
- WOMAN: Re-count!

- Yeah, that's alright.
- Shut up.

- WOMAN: Oh, re-count!
- Alright, that's enough.

You want a fucking go, Liz?
You want to go me?

BEA: I said that's enough!

Shut up!

We're done. I don't want to hear
any more crap out of anyone.

You hear? It's over.
Now get your arses back to work.

BEA: Clean that up.

(PRESS HISSES)

What a bunch of sore losers.

KAZ: Unbelievable how naive
that woman is. Is she insane?

Or does she honestly believe
we're that fucking stupid

and can't tell that
that vote was rigged?

She has just made her life
a living hell.

She needs to be taken down.

Forget about it.
I've got my sentencing today.

And if I get out,
so do my girls.

I'm not jeopardising that.

- (KNOCK AT DOOR)
- VERA: Come in.

I heard about the result.

You must be pleased.

This is a written warning

for your inappropriate behaviour
and insubordination.

Two more of those
and you're out.

Fair enough.
I'll take the punishment.

I'll take anything
you can dish out.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

(SIGHS)

BEA: What is with your timing?

You always come
when I've got my pants down.

Sorry. It's my sixth sense.

I can hear pants dropping
a mile away.

Look, I was coming
to congratulate you.

- But I'll, um...
- No, no. Come in.

Let's pop a bottle of shampoo
and celebrate.

Oh, shit.

You wish you'd lost.

So... how is everything?

It's better.

Thank you.

(GAS PS)

|'m not gay.

I don't care what you are.

Hey. Nursey.

It's Ms. Radcliffe to you.

Yeah, whatever.
I want to make a complaint.

- About what?
- Maxie's surgery.

You know, they're keeping us
waiting for a date,

and it's not fair.

So can you ring the fucktards
at the hospital or something?

- It's not up to them.
- Right.

Well, can you talk to Ms. Bennett
or, like, to the doctor

or, you know, whoever it is
that makes the decisions...

It's Maxine's choice.

He...

She cancelled the surgery.

No.

Why would Maxie do that?

Hey? HEY-

Nurse Ratshit reckons
that you don't want the surgery.

So you gotta come
and set her straight.

Maxie?

You... you gotta go out there
and tell her.

Ma... Oh... Hey!

(BANGS TABLE)

Stop painting your fuckin' nails
and listen to me!

You gotta come and tell her.

She's right, Booms.
I'm not having the surgery.

What?

Why?

I fought all my life
to be like this, honey,

and it nearly killed me.

And I can't give that up now.

No. No, you... you... No.

You won't have to, you know.

Just... just 'cause...
you have the op,

it doesn't mean
that you won't be...

...you know,
you won't be you.

It's not just about
losing these.

There'|| be chemo.
And I can't take my hormones.

And I'll change.

So you want to die?

I'll end my life
on my own terms, honey.

- But you're gonna be dead.
- Boomer...

No.

If you don't do something now,

you will end up
in the fuckin' ground!

Hey! Maybe I'll beat it.

- With diet and exercise...
- You can't die. You can't die.

Listen. Darling. Darling.
Look at me. Look at me. Booms!

- We just have to be brave, baby.
- No, I'm not brave.

- Yes, you are. I'm sorry, honey.
- You're not sorry!

If you were sorry,
you wouldn't do this to yourself,

and you wouldn't do it
to your friends,

and you wouldn't do it to me!

- It's my choice, Booms.
- Well, it's fuckin' selfish!

- You are a selfish bitch!
- Hey! Hey! Come here.

- You don't mean it.
- Don't! I do!

- You don't mean it!
- I hate you!

- No! Don't!
- Shh.

No! I'm sorry.
I... (SOBS)

MAXINE: It's okay.

MAN: Van arriving
at sally port.

VERA: Welcome back, Proctor.

I know that wasn't the sentence
you were hoping for.

MILES: You know the drill.

VERA: I would think wisely

about how you're going
to spend your time here.

You can't rely on Ferguson,
because she won't be here.

Whereas you will have
12 long years with Bea Smith.

KAZ: It'll take 12 years
to get out of this room.

Are you done?

- Oh!
- (SHOE CLATTERS)

(OTHER SHOE CLATTERS)

(SHOUTS)

You fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck! Fuck you!

Fuck!

- Well, hi.
- H1's out of milk.

You just like
hanging out with me.

- No. We're really out of milk.
- No.

You really like
hanging out with me.

Fuck.

So I heard about Kaz.

12 years. That's pretty harsh.

Yeah.

So, what does that mean for you?

Well, might have to get used
to having me around.

God, don't feel like you have to
crack a smile or anything.

I wouldn't wish this place
on anyone.

I'm leaving Kaz's crew.

Why?

ALLIE: You know why.

Nothing's gonna happen
between us.

Okay. Sure.

I'm gonna be up-front with her.

Tell her I'm joining you.

I owe it to her.

| gotta go-

(SOMBRE MUSIC)

I don't really hate ya.

I know.

But you are right
about one thing, Sue Jenkins.

I am selfish.

I've had to be.

Most of my life, the only person
that's cared about me

has been me.

I care about ya.
Like, I...| even love ya.

Like, a little...
a little bit, you know.

I know you do.

And that's why
I've changed my mind.

(SIGHS)

It's gonna be tough, but...

...we both...

- We both need to be brave.
- (LAUGHS)

But I'm gonna
have the operation.

You know, I'll...

I'll go on hormones.

Yeah.

I'll go on the hormones
either way.

Yeah. Yep. Yep. Yep.

And, like... and you can still
get new titties, you know,

if you want, like, if...

I mean, do you reckon
they'll let you have some of mine?

- 'Cause I've got heaps. I do!
- (LAUGHS)

Thanks.

It's not about me.
It's the others.

They're gonna be gutted.

If I'd just been given
a 12-year sentence,

I'd be pretty pissed off.

- Yeah, you fuckin' would.
- You could appeal.

Or I could fly
to the fuckin' moon.

How are you feeling right now?

A long sentence can be
a shock to the system,

especially
if you're not expecting it.

You're angry with your lawyer, yeah?
You're angry at yourself.

You don't have to pretend
with me.

I'm angry at the fucker
that put me in here.

(SOBS)

ALLIE: Hey.

We all heard the news.

I'm so sorry.

No, I'm sorry, mate.

You know what this means
for you girls, don't you?

Yep.

- Better make ourselves at home.
- (LAUGHS)

You're an idiot.

Fuckin' mess in here.

KAZ: Oh! (SNIFFS)

Um, I need to talk to you
about something.

(SIGHS) Bea Smith.

Yeah, I was telling Allie
I wanted to have a word with you.

Can you give us a minute?

I heard about your sentence.

It's a bitch.

Look, I just want to know
that we don't have a problem.

- No problem.
- Good.

Good.

Because the women
have spoken, so...

We're just gonna have to
live with it, okay?

- You're not to say a thing.
- Why? What are you afraid of?

Just meet me in the kitchen,
10 minutes.

Not quite so much top coat,
Susan.

Don't call me Susan.

Sonia made her fortune
out of cosmetics, Booms.

- Like a million bucks?
- Mmm... Bit more than that.

- You fancy a cuppa?
- No, thanks.

The water smells like Vietnam.

Are you alright, love?

Oh, love. Come here.

What's up?

Oh, darlin'.

Oh. Hey?

(SNIFFS)

I'm not okay.

I hate this place.

And I miss Joshua.

And have you called Nash?

- I've been too upset.
- Mmm.

Well, you're gonna
have to call him.

And you're gonna
try and work it out. Yeah?

Yeah?

Good girl. It'll work out.

(LIFT BELL DINGS)

- See ya.
- See ya later.

Governor.

(BELL DINGS)

MAN ON P.A.: Attention, compound.
Attention, compound.

The count will commence
in 10 minutes.

- Hey, Nash. It's me.
- NASH: Hi.

- How are you? You alright?
- Yeah, good.

- Great.
- Hey, listen.

Yep?

I want to meet Miranda.

Why did you stop me telling her?

Because it's too dangerous.

I'll be even more of a target
for Kaz and the Freak.

That's fine.
I'm used to that.

But I don't want you getting
caught up in the crossfire.

I'm not scared.

I got you to protect me.

No! Everyone I care about
ends up dead.

What'd you say?

You care about me?

We should get back
for the count.

You're shaking.

It's cold.

It's not cold.

Now we can go.

FERGUSON: On this side of the bars,
emotions are intensified.

So easy to lose yourself.

In love or lust or despair.

Because the alternative
is just to...

...wait and...watch your life
tick away.

12 years
is such a long time, Kaz.

Make it count.

Stand up.

Lead the women.

Lead them the way you lead
the Red Right Hand.

But how?
Bea Smith runs this prison.

She's the governor's
fucking pet.

She's not invincible.

Why are you even
here in general, Joan?

What do you want?

That man I told you about,

the one who's gonna
testify against me?

I need him taken out.

Permanently.

Because without
your star witness,

your whole case collapses.

He is a serial rapist.

He's been preying on women for years
and getting away with it.

- His name is Nils...
- BOTH: Jesper.

I know about him.

He's the guy
Bea Smith asked me to find

right before I got arrested.

What's in it for me?

We both have an enemy.

You take care of Jesper.
I'll handle her.

(LAUGHS) What are you gonna do?

Kill Bea Smith.