Wentworth

- Morning, Vera. - Fuck you.

- I'm pregnant. - To Jake.

You need to get your shit together, or you're gonna blow it.

You didn't have to bury someone fucking alive, OK?

You buried her alive?

OK, full name, please?

- Marie Louise Winter. - Next of kin?

There's no-one, it's just me.

You're never gonna to fucking believe who's here.

Allie!

- God, you look so grown-up! - Well, it's been a long time.

- Everything OK? - Hello, Karen. God, long time.

I find you recruiting girls in here and I will come down on you.

I'm sure that's true.

You can handle yourself, you got a cool head.

You wanna be my guardian angel?

Well, so, where are the police on the Gilmour murder?

No weapon, no motive, no suspect. Basically no idea.

Just imagine I were to discover

who killed Gilmour, that would... that would be useful, wouldn't it?

I'll make you a deal, the killer for the workshop.

- What's this? - I don't fucking know, it's not mine!

- Slot her. - I've been fucking set up!

You will reopen my workshop...

And every woman in that workshop

- has to have a TAFE certificate. - Done.

Everything will be fine. Just as soon as you pass the test.

When was your last period?

I think it was eight weeks ago.

Are your cycles regular?

Usually, um...

I've just been under a bit of stress lately.

And your last Pap smear?

Six, seven months ago.

Yes. You're eight weeks along.

So um...

- the mif... m-mif... - Mifepristone?

I can take that to terminate.

That's right, up to nine weeks.

The procedure requires two tablets,

the first blocks the progesterone needed to maintain the pregnancy,

- and the second pill expels it. - _

- Now, it's incumbent on me to inform you - _

- that fertility declines - _

- fairly rapidly from your mid-30s. - _

After 40, your chances really fall away.

Something to bear in mind, perhaps, when you make your decision.

We also have counselling available if you wanna talk to someone.

I don't think I'd make a good mother.

I'm sure that's not true.

But you don't need to decide today, you have a week to think about it.

Have you discussed it with the baby's father?

- Morning. - What is it?

Have you seen this?

- Didn't take them long to sink the boots in. - _

Y... you don't have to tell me.

The media office have been haranging me already.

Pisses me off, questioning your judgment.

You're the most level-headed person I know.

Ah, Susan!

It is good to be up and running again, isn't it?

- Yeah, good for some. - Oh, come on!

You'll have your welding ticket soon!

How long, till your exam, hm?

- Oh, well, actually, it's not 'til... - Governor!

Yeah, glad you're interested! Thanks for the chat!

To what do I owe the pleasure?

So much for your positive PR.

Yes, well that... that was, um...

- unfortunate. - Was it?

How did you sell this workshop to me?

As a shining beacon of prison re-education, a good news story.

What, so this is my fault?!

- Are all these women certified? - Yes!

Only women with tickets are allowed to use the machinery.

- Everybody else is on the simple tasks. - I've spent...

all morning on the phone to the Corrections Media Office...

deciding how to respond.

If I close the workshop down now...

- You would be kowtowing to the press. - Exactly!

So I am not shutting it down.

I am inviting them in.

What do they say?

Create the news, control the narrative.

We are gonna show the press first-hand

how exceptional this workshop really is.

Well, I think that's an excellent strategy.

Soon as I get out of here, we're gonna go on a trip, you and me.

- Anywhere you wanna go. - Yeah.

I'm really proud of you at school.

You're doing so well...

So, have you found the bastard who killed my boy?

No, but we will.

So why are you here?

How are you getting on?

Zara, what's the problem?

The merchandise is arriving at the port tomorrow,

but our associate is very nervous.

- Why? - You need to reassure him.

That is your side of the business, Zara.

- You take care of it. - Well, it's different now! He's scared.

He needs to be convinced that you're still in control,

- or he won't go through with the deal. - Should I just drop in on my way home?

- By telephone? - Well, he'd have to get on my call list,

which obviously can't happen.

- Can you get a phone in? - Not now! Security checks.

OK.

OK, leave that with me.

You just get me a clean SIM card. Can you at least do that?

Thanks.

Spike?

- Love? - Not your love.

Well, I'm here as your peer worker, to see how you're holding up.

I didn't kill her.

I fuckin' loved her.

- I know. - No...

no, you know jack shit, Liz.

Now piss off.

Piss off!

I know you didn't kill her...

'cause I know who did.

Who?

Sonia.

Stevens? Yeah, right.

Why would that stuck-up bitch wanna kill my Shaz?

'Cause she's fucked in the head.

- Oh, shit. - What?

- I saw her. - Saw her?

Stevens.

She was hanging around my unit like a bad fuckin' smell.

Just before I got tossed.

That must've been when she planted the knife.

Fuck.

Fuck!

When I get out of this box...

then I'll fuckin' kill the bitch!

Yes, thank you.

Liz!

- Want to hear my good news? - Yeah.

The court has just allowed me to change my plea to not guilty.

Not only that,

the governor is inviting the press into the workshop.

- Oh! - Our plan is coming to fruition.

Well, a little more enthusiasm would be appreciated.

- Oh. - Remember what's at stake here, Liz.

Hope you showered this morning, Ronaldo.

The doctor's expecting you.

Look at it all! It's just too much to think about.

Eh, just think big picture, Booms. What's unsafe?

Can you fall into any part of the machine without hurting yourself?

Reckon I would fuck that machine up more.

- Yeah, but you wouldn't get hurt because... - What would you be... ?

What would you be wearing in the workshop, Booms?

Hey, what are you smiling at?

What, can't I be happy?

- What, in here? Yeah, right. - Mm-hmm.

Are you gettin' ready for your test?

She's gonna blitz it too, aren't you?

- Yeah. - No! I'm not.

I'm gonna spend the next five years bangin' nails into boxes.

You might end up with more responsibility than you think.

Well, Sonia's not gonna be around forever, is she? Eh?

No, not today.

- What do you mean, you... ? - Well,

sometimes the...

OK. OK, off you go, hon.

We'll talk some... later on. Good girl.

- You wanted to see me? - Yeah, I need a phone.

- Got a business call to make. - When do you need it?

Today if possible, but within the next 24 hours.

Kosta. She's got a phone. She was using it for fight club.

Right. Can you source it?

Yeah, I can reckon I can source it.

Winter, you put in a request for some of your son's belongings?

- That's right. - Request's been denied.

- Where are my girls? - Mm...

Jesus, Juice! Am I supposed to know what that mime shit means?

Go get my girls.

Because I need to talk to them, you tongueless twat!

- Hey. - Oh, hey.

How's your mouth?

- I feel really bad about what happened. - Oh... Oh, it's all right.

Well, Monte Carlos will still be hard but, you know...

Hey, er, gummy bears.

- You got nothing in your account, Boomer. - What?

Oh, that's OK. Put it on mine.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- Aw! Thanks, Marie! - It's all right.

Salt and vinegar?

I need to replace the salt.

Sweated it all out like a pig.

Yeah, I can see that.

Not that! Get off!

Gross!

- Help yourself. - I will.

What's the story there?

Looks like Marie's bought herself a new bestie.

I meant with you and her.

Ooh, don't give me that sexy shrug! There's obviously a story there.

Yeah, this'll last me probably like a week or something, eh?