"We'd like to invite you back to work." "It was the right decision to come back." "I think it's helping you remember." "I've got that information you wanted." "Someone I used to care about's got a daughter in here." "There's a reason why she didn't get bail." "Why?" "'Cause it wasn't her first offence." "Turns out she's quite the little piss pot, just like her mum." "Why couldn't you tell me about it?" "Soph!" "Can I talk to you outside?" "What about?" "The murder of Harry Smith." "Did you kill him?" "What's your relationship to the victim's ex-wife, Bea Smith?" "Jodie's got something to say." "I'll do it." "Good." "Stop!" "You're worthless." "You're pointless." "No-one misses you." "You're nothing." "Governor." "Mr Fletcher." "You cut Bea Smith, then you can rest." "You're worthless." "Pointless." "You're nothing." "You're worthless." "You're pointless." "You're nothing." "You're worthless." "You're pointless." "You're nothing." "Cut Bea Smith." "Stop!" "You cut Bea Smith, then you can rest." "Governor." "You're worthless." "You're pointless." "You're nothing." "No-one misses you." "No-one cares." "You're weak..." "And you're stupid." "But you can change all that." "Cut Bea Smith and you can rest." "That's what she said to me, every night, the whole time I was in the slot." "I cried." "I begged her to stop, but she wouldn't." "She's a monster." "Excuse me." "I got here as soon as I could." "Now, I've isolated Spiteri." "She's had to make a statement, of course." "What's going on, Mr Channing?" "Jodie Spiteri's making serious allegations against you." "She claims you used physical and psychological abuse to force her to attack Bea Smith." "I see." "Now, it's ridiculous, of course." "But..." "Yes." "..she has taken the complaint to the Ombudsman." "You'll shut it down, yes?" "It's gone too far, Joan." "Has to go to a hearing." "Joan, trust me." "I will do everything in my power to make sure the truth comes out." "So will I. Good." "In the meantime, it's probably best to stay away from Spiteri." "Why is Smith involved?" "She's not a peer worker." "She's her nominated advocate." "All my resources are at your disposal, hmm?" "Governor." "Hello, beautiful." "Hello." "How are ya?" "Good." "Hello, tiger." "I love that you're convinced we're having a boy." "Yeah!" "What if it's a she?" "Well, then it'll be, you know, "Hello, lioness, or tigress."" "Whatever her name is." "I don't care whatever it is, 'cause she, or he, is going to have you for a mum." "Gosh, I've missed you." "Me too." "How are ya?" "Oh, yeah." "Well, fat, and bloated and fat." "Don't be silly, Doreen." "No, I'm serious." "I mean, look at this thing." "I reckon they've got it wrong." "There's got to be at least three in there." "The more the merrier, I say." "I love you." "And I love you." "You'd be so proud of me, Dor." "Yeah?" "Yeah." "I can't wait for you to see the house now." "Bathroom's done, and I finally finished painting bubby's room." "Yeah, it looks bloody great." "All it needs now is a woman's touch." "Well, you'll be waiting a while." "Hey, don't start that again, alright?" "I told ya." "12 months, you can apply for parole, right?" "It'll fly, Dor." "I promise." "OK." "Isn't that right, tiger?" "Whoo!" "Whoo!" "Whoo!" "Doesn't anyone complain?" "Gotta let off steam somehow." "Oi!" "Soph!" "Get your arse over here." "Now." "Yeah!" "Come on, Soph!" "Go on." "Come on, you know you wanna!" "Shake it!" "Whoo!" "Go, Soph!" "Hey, Liz." "I'll leave you to it." "Might want to get them to keep that music down." "Oh, shit." "Turn it down, turn it down." "Hey, sorry, Bea." "Sorry." "I don't know..." "No, turn it up, Boomer." "Oh, cool." "Turn it up!" "Whoo-hoo!" "Turn it up." "Turn it up!" "How'd she go?" "Good." "Yeah, real good." "Hey, Jodie, you should be proud." "You right?" "I don't know." "I don't think I can do this." "Yeah, you can do this, Jodie." "No, you know what she's like." "I know." "But it's our chance to take her down, thanks to you." "We're all behind you." "And don't forget, I'll be there with you every step of the way, OK?" "You can do this, Jodie." "OK." "How Spiteri thinks the ombudsman's going to be believe this is anyone's guess." "Oh, thank you." "What do you make of her?" "Hmm, fragile." "Mmm, I agree." "She's highly impressionable." "I mean, my fear is that she could be easily manipulated by the other women." "What'd the board have to say?" "At the emergency meeting that was apparently called last night?" "The Ombudsman informed the board as a matter of courtesy." "But not me." "That was out of my control." "Hmm." "The preliminary hearing is set for tomorrow." "Also out of your control." "The chair was very concerned, of course, but I managed to reassure him." "I'm sure you did." "Joan, believe me, I'm doing everything I can." "Once Spiteri gives evidence, we'll know exactly what we're dealing with." "Allegations like this can leave a bad smell, even when proven false." "That's what makes this so unfair." "You're not hungry?" "Not really." "We got you a little treat." "Thank you." "But don't you eat it all at once." "And keep it away from Maxine." "Ooh." "Hi, love." "Doreen." "Hey." "Liz." "Oh, not 'Mum' anymore." "You OK?" "Soph, I've been a bit worried about you." "Just..." "Listen to me, love..." "No, I don't have to listen to you." "Yes, you do." "I've been here for eight years and I'm your mum so you're gonna hear me out." "Just leave me alone." "Love, I saw you in H2." "You were dancing around, you were really..." "Really what?" "You were really asking for it, alright?" "Love, in here, that is dangerous." "Shut up." "Listen, if you keep acting like that, pretty soon someone is gonna take advantage of you..." "For fuck's sake." "You are not my mum!" "My mum comes to visit me with my dad and my little brother." "You're just some... some old lag." "Keep it down, Donaldson." "You're a lag, and an alcoholic." "And you've fucked up everything in your life and I don't want anything you've ever touched..." "Hey, that's enough." "That's enough." "No, it's OK." "I can handle it." "You sure?" "Yes." "Soph, please, will you..." "No, it's alright." "Liz, it's gonna be alright." "Yeah, it will." "Love, you really wouldn't know." "Well, at least you've got Doreen's little one to look forward to." "You know, you're so lucky." "Liz." "Liz?" "Vera." "Oh, hi." "Hi." "I brought something for you." "Yeah, I started cooking again." "Yeah, thought you might like some." "Oh..." "Oh, you've had lunch already?" "Ah, no, I'm just..." "I'm not very hungry." "Alright." "Well, I'll..." "Thank you." "I can put it in here for later on, yeah?" "Thanks." "Feeling better?" "Sorry?" "Well, you said you had the flu." "Oh, yeah, I'm fine." "Ah, I just..." "Being able to talk about things has meant a lot to me, and I just wanted to say thank you." "Come in, Sierra 3." "Sorry." "Ah, yes, Governor." "Thank you, Ms Bennett." "If you could wait outside." "You never write, you never call." "Spiteri and Smith." "What do you know?" "I'm not going there anymore." "Really?" "Mmm." "You sure?" "Yeah, I'm sure." "We're done." "I have a draft copy of my report for your parole hearing." "Would you care to have a read of it?" "I'm not up for parole yet." "Oh, you will be soon." "It's... it's quite detailed." "Complimentary, even." "Within reason, of course." "Wow." "Thanks." "I mean, clearly my concern is for Spiteri's wellbeing." "She's exhibiting signs of stress and as governor I need to be aware of all the prisoners' welfare needs." "How is she?" "Well, she was pretty fucked up." "She's doing much better now." "I do hope she's getting some support from the, ah, other prisoners." "Yeah." "I wouldn't worry too much." "A detailed application to the Ombudsman takes some legal expertise." "Isn't that right?" "Detach Spiteri from Smith." "Ensure Spiteri understands that nothing good will come of this course of action." "And then I'll sign this report." "Oh!" "Nice." "That is outstanding." "Right." "Are you sure I can't do anything?" "No." "I am very sure." "You take that." "OK." "Bring your glass." "Yes." "And your beautiful self... ..and come out here." "Alright." "Right." "Cheers." "Cheers." "So, what do you think, mmm?" "Guess it'll have to do." "Is that right?" "Well, the food had better be amazing, that's all I'm saying." "See, I think you're worried." "I think you're worried you're not gonna be able to control yourself." "Oh, really?" "Ooh, kebabs." "I know." "I've outdone myself." "Where do you keep your firewood?" "In the back." "But I can get it." "I'll go." "You focus on that awesome food." "The torch is near the back door." "OK." "Thank you." "Will?" "Will!" "Yeah?" "Come out here!" "What's up?" "Is that blood?" "What is going on?" "Don't touch it." "What?" "Why not?" "Fuck it." "You need to call the police." "What's it doing here?" "I don't know, OK?" "I think it's the murder weapon the cops are looking for." "Someone's planted it on me, alright?" "Someone's trying to frame me for Harry's murder." "Who?" "I don't know!" "You have to go to the police." "I can't." "Why not?" "Why not?" "I went around to Harry's place after he ran us off the road and I smashed his van with that." "I think you need to call the police." "Will." "You have to call the police, Will." "What are you..." "What are you doing?" "You need to go home." "Will, you can't..." "Get out of here!" "Jesus!" "Expecting someone?" "What happened?" "Oh, they bailed." "Help yourself, Detective." "Don't mind if I do." "Mmm." "You a fan of the marinade?" "Yeah." "So am I." "Yeah?" "You get that right, everything else just falls into place." "You want some rice with that?" "No?" "Maybe some salad?" "Only when the wife's around." "Right." "So, who was she?" "She who bailed?" "Just a mate." "Some mate." "I'd hate to see you try and impress someone." "Is that cardamom?" "Bloody love cardamom." "So, now that you've tossed my place, is there anything else you're looking for, Detective?" "We'll let you know when we find it." "What else?" "Ginger." "Sorry for the disturbance, Mr Jackson." "We'll leave you in peace now." "What are you doing with my laptop?" "Routine enquiries." "Let you know when you can come and pick it up." "Oh, and, uh, thanks for the grub." "Cardamom." "Inspired." "Oh, Jesus." "Governor." "Thank you, Ms Bennett." "I was under the impression that we had a working agreement." "So was I." "This hearing." "Your idea?" "I'm just the prisoner's advocate." "It's a high-risk strategy, Smith." "I never took you for a gambler." "Hmm, you were right about that." "That's not how it appears." "You have no material evidence." "Just the word of an unstable prisoner against that of the governor." "Well, I think that's a matter for the Ombudsman, don't you?" "Spiteri knifed you." "What makes you think you can trust her now?" "You understand how vulnerable you're leaving yourself if this fails." "Was there anything else, Governor?" "Uh-uh." "You may go." "Come on." "Tongue left." "Tongue right." "You can go." "Next." "Healey, E." "Hey." "Look, we need to talk." "Tongue left." "Rose." "Tongue right." "You can go." "Please." "Next." "Henderson." "Tongue left." "Tongue right." "Oi!" "You gonna let anyone else have a go or what?" "Hey, Booms, Booms, Booms." "What the fuck do you want?" "Oh." "Yeah, I got a batch on the go now." "Yeah, make ya spew." "Fuck yeah." "Yeah." "Tenner, right?" "You'll have it this arvo." "Last time it was five." "Yeah, well, this is a shit-hot brew, alright?" "Jesus, Booms." "No, take it or leave it." "I don't care, alright, choose?" "I don't care." "Attention compound." "Work details are to commence in five minutes." "All prisoners are to report to their work stations." "G'day, Mr Jackson." "How are you?" "Warner." "Smith." "Yeah?" "Linda, I've got Smith." "Smith, off you go." "You were right." "Karen Proctor and her mob killed Harry.OK." "No, but they're trying to frame me for it." "What?" "They planted the wood splitter at my place." "There was blood all over it." "Why would they try to frame you?" "Well, I confronted Proctor after she visited you." "We had an argument." "She must have freaked out." "Last night, I came back to my place and the splitter was at the back." "OK?" "Then the cops turned up." "Well, did you tell the cops?" "Well, no." "What about the splitter?" "Well, I destroyed it." "Why would you do that?" "Jesus Christ, Bea, you don't think I had anything to do with it." "Come on." "Nuh." "I don't wanna talk about myself." "What's worrying you?" "Nothing's worrying me." "What have I got to complain about?" "I have the same conversation with the same dickheads every day, and then at night, I can replay it all over again in my head." "Everything's fuckin' awesome." "Well, I'm not surprised you feel like that." "Prison's a boring place, especially for a smart woman like you." "You think I'm smart, do ya?" "Course I do." "Great." "So, let's talk about you." "Nice try." "Can't blame me for trying." "I'm surrounded by dickheads and psychopaths." "Psychopaths?" "Don't tell me you haven't checked Ferguson off against the DSM." "Sorry?" "Jesus." "The Diagnostic and Statistical Manual." "Yes, I know what the DSM is." "I'm just not used to inmates who quote from it." "And that's my point." "Inmates." "Mmm." "We're not here to talk about Ferguson, are we?" "No, we're not." "Or about you." "That's right." "Or about why you're wearing that new shade of lipstick today." "It suits you, by the way." "How does it taste?" "Franky..." "Or about why you cross your legs when I come closer?" "Or about why you smile when I walk in the room." "And I know that smile." "And I know what it means." "Are you trying to threaten me?" "Why would you say that?" "Because you're trying to intimidate me and I don't like it." "I don't respect it." "I'm bored, Gidget." "I'm sick of everyone and I'm sick of myself." "I hate it here." "I know." "I told you, I didn't take it." "Yeah, well, then who did, huh?" "Who?" "Who?" "I don't know!" "No, I filled that container." "It was almost to the top!" "Hey!" "Hey!" "What's going on here?" "Oh, the dumb bitch reckons I stole her grog." "Yeah." "You're too tight to pay for it." "I didn't fuckin' steal it!" "If I find out that you had anything to do with this," "I will go bunta on your arse!" "Stop it!" "No-one's going bunta, alright?" "And when you find out who took it, you come to me first, alright?" "Yeah?" "And you, go clean your teeth." "Your breath stinks." "Soph!" "Soph?" "Fuck off and leave me alone." "Hey, Sophie." "No, no, Bea, it's fine." "No, no, I just want to have a word." "Come on, let's take a walk." "I want to have a word with you." "Oh, what?" "Oh, yeah!" "Thanks." "You know, Sophie, when I first came in here, I was scared shitless, too." "I was a mess." "Your mum, she was a peer worker then." "She was the one who got me through it." "Franky said Mum lagged on her." "Yeah, she did." "Well, isn't that the worst?" "Well, that all depends." "You know, things were pretty bad in here, Sophie." "Some women died." "Your mum, she was just looking out for us." "I know it couldn't have been easy for you and your brother with your mum's drinking, but your mum, she's different now." "Did she really talk about me?" "No." "But I think she did the right thing." "How's that right?" "My daughter, Debbie, she died because someone inhere found out who she was." "I don't think your mum wanted to take that risk with you." "Wish I'd done the same thing." "I know it's tough on you both." "But you need to give your mum a chance." "You hear me?" "Because she's one of the best things about this place." "So you be good to her." "Ms Spiteri, these are very serious allegations." "Yep, I understand." "Pick it up, Jodes." "Um..." "All I... all I want is the chance to be heard." "And the abuse?" "Oh, right, right." "And to make sure that abuse like I was subjected to doesn't happen again, to anyone." "Admit it." "You're just trying to slander the governor." "This isn't about the governor." "This is about my rights as a prisoner." "Tou-fuckin'" "Che." "Nice one, Jodes." "Why do you expect us to believe you," "Ms Spiteri." "Uh..." "Why?" "Why, Ms Spiteri?" "I don't know." "Come on, Jodes!" "Look at your record." "Dishonesty, fraud, drug use." "Why should we believe you?" "Hit back at her." "Because whatever my past crimes, what happened to me in Wentworth was wrong." "No-one should have to suffer abuse like I did." "And that's why I've made this complaint." "Bam." "Is that OK?" "Yeah, it was alright." "That was better than alright." "Good, love." "OK, you just gotta stick with what you just said, and remember," "I'll be there with you the whole time.OK." "Work detail's about to commence in five minutes..." "These guys'll stay here with you and I'll see you at the hearing, alright?" "Alright." "Hey, Bea?" "Thanks." "OK?" "OK." "Let's go again." "Things have been pretty shitty lately, yeah?" "Yeah." "It's a shame." "I don't know." "Do you think, you know, when things get a bit better and settle down that maybe you and I..." "I'm not the kind of girl you should be hanging out with." "Franky." "It wasn't just hanging out." "I know." "This thing you're doing today, you've really got the chance to stick it up Ferguson." "You bring that bitch down for all of us." "OK?" "OK." "Spiteri." "You're needed at the hearing." "You're alright." "Thanks." "Hey, Bea's got your back." "Mum?" "Mum." "Oh, love, it's you." "Bea told me about some things and I wanted to come and..." "Oh, darling." "Oh, Soph, I have missed you so much, my darling." "Are you drunk?" "You're drunk!" "I'm not drunk, Sophie." "Oh, my god." "I'm not drunk!" "Sophie, I'm not drunk!" "Sophie!" "I'm not drunk!" "Soph!" "Hey, what's up?" "You right?" "She's drunk!" "Sophie!" "Soph." "Oh, fuck, no, no, no!" "Did she do anything to you?" "Get out." "Go, go, go." "Liz." "You, you leave her alone." "What's going on, Franky?" "Liz is pissed." "She's getting punchy again." "Shut that mouth." "You shut it!" "You make me!" "Liz!" "What, me?" "What, you gonna make me, are ya?" "Yeah." "You're disgusting." "Look at you." "Who are you, ya friggin' pip squeak?" "You better go." "You better go." "Yeah, I am..." "No, I haven't finished with you, love." "Liz, stop!" "Liz, let me go." "You need to let go of me." "Now." "Stop it!" "You leave her alone!" "Love your work, Liz." "Look at what you did!" "You shut your mouth, and you fuckin' leave my daughter alone." "Get out of the way." "Or what?" "What are you fuckin' gonna do to me?" "I'm warning you." "Ooh, you're warning me." "Are ya gonna shiv me the same way ya fuckin' shivved..." "Shut your mouth." "I will kill you." "I will fucking kill you!" "Franky, let her go." "You right, Liz?" "Fuck off." "Get back to your unit." "Sleep it off." "We'll talk in the morning." "Disappointed, Franky." "Professionally and personally." "Like I give a fuck." "Ms Westfall, is there trouble?" "No trouble." "We're done." "Good." "You're wanted at the hearing." "Ms Spiteri." "Thank you for joining us." "Where's Bea?" "Well, Bea should be here." "Bea Smith, the prisoner's advocate." "Where is she?" "Ms Bennett will go and find her." "I would like to thank the office of the Ombudsman for this opportunity to air this complaint." "Noted, Ms Ferguson." "Shall we begin?" "Um... uh..." "What happened?" "She, um..." "She came while I was in the slot and..." ""She" being Ms Ferguson?" "Ms Spiteri?" "Uh, yes." "What happened?" "She... she... she took me to another place." "I don't know where." "Can you describe it?" "Well, no, I'd never been there before." "It was dark." "I dunno." "Uh... she drugged me, she hurt me, she made me say things." "What things did she make you say?" "Uh... that um..." "You're worthless." "That I'm worthless." "You're pointless." "And I'm pointless." "You're nothing." "And I'm nothing." "And that no-one misses me." "And that I'm..." "I'm worthless." "You're worthless." "That I'm pointless." "You're pointless." "And I'm nothing." "And that no-one misses me, and no-one cares." "Ms Spiteri." "Ms Spiteri." "I want Bea!" "I want Bea!" "I want Bea!" "If I may." "Where is she?" "May... may I?" "I'm just..." "I am concerned for the prisoner's mental state." "Perhaps a 5-minute break?" "Good idea, Ms Ferguson." "Thank you." "Can we talk now, please?" "No." "Come on, Rose." "I'm not gonna do this anymore." "I'll talk to you at work." "We can be polite, but that's about it." "Look, I don't know what's going on, OK?" "Neither do I." "But I don't want anything more to do with you, OK?" "So..." "Sierra 6 to Sierra 4, we need your assistance in the yard." "Jodie Spiteri engaged in a number of self-harming behaviours." "However, we have been working together to find strategies to deal with them." "What were these strategies, Ms Westfall?" "Cognitive behaviour therapy, analysis of past patterns of behaviour, identification of future goals." "I believe we're making good progress." "However, I would be worried to place Jodie under too much emotional pressure as these strategies..." "Excuse me." "May I...?" "Ms Smith has been placed in the psychiatric ward..." "Uh, my apologies, but prisoner advocate Smith will not be able to take part in this hearing." "She's, uh, incapacitated." "Oh, Jodie." "I'm sorry." "I'm sorry." "I'm sorry." "I'm so sorry." "I am sorry!" "I'm sorry." "You're nothing." "No-one misses you." "No-one cares." "Ms Spiteri will receive appropriate care?" "I'll make sure she does." "Good." "Thank you, Ms Westfall." "Thank you, Mr Henderson." "Thank you." "Bye." "So, withdrawal of all allegations." "The board will be pleased." "You seem surprised, Mr Channing." "Nothing surprises me, Joan." "May I offer you my congratulations?" "You may." "Was there anything else?" "Not that I can think of." "Vera." "Mr Channing." "Everything alright?" "During the riot, when I was held hostage..." "..did the governor refuse to open the doors to isolation?" "Yes." "She did." "I had a syringe at my throat and she refused?" "Thank you, sir." "Vera, you OK?" "No." "No, sir, I'm not." "Hey, mate." "You dropped your keys." "Thanks." "You alright there, mate?" "Yeah." "Yeah." "No worries." "Help." "Help me!"