Wentworth

What the fuck happened back there?

It was an easy job, a smash and grab.

Jesus, Ri, why did you have to be so careless?

You fucking killed Sharon!

- I need the green wall up and running. - Good luck with that.

No more bets!

Stop this fight!

What you going to do? Lecture me, huh?

I'm going to teach you to protect yourself.

You killed Sharon,

- thinking it was me, didn't you? - You lagged on me?

You wanted me to make that fucking confession.

Hey, Mum, watch me do this!

Hey, Danny,

your mates at basketball said to stop slacking off.

They need you to line up for the finals.

Jesus.

So, this Marie Winter, does she have a history of violence?

She's clean skin.

According to the department briefing files she owns half the brothels

and strip clubs in Melbourne but she's never been convicted of anything.

Until now.

Hurry up.

You know, they said with Danny in the engine room

they reckon they've got it in the bag.

And I said to them,

"Don't worry, Danny will be on his feet in no time."

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I said you'll be there.

I'm sorry to report there's no change.

The results of his latest MRI confirm there's no blood flow.

Unfortunately, he's brain-dead.

He's never going to regain consciousness.

Winter.

Yes?

Yes, Mr Jackson.

Yes, Mr Jackson.

- Date of birth? - 6th May 1972.

Now, I know it's not an easy decision

- to have to make. - What?

I want a second opinion.

Next of kin.

- You need to consider the fact... - No, no, I won't do that.

I will not kill my son.

Do you have any family contact?

I'm sorry for your loss.

You know?

There's just nothing more any of us can do for David.

Oh, God!

We were briefed on why you were here.

His name is Danny!

Fuck you!

I'm not proud of what I did, Mr Jackson. I deserve to be here.

I'm not killing my boy, you fucking arsehole!

I will not kill my son!

- Never been in prison before? - No.

Just keep your head down, it'll go quickly,

and you can get back to your life.

I'm Governor Bennett.

I know, I've seen you on the news.

I'm assuming you're not familiar with the prison system?

No, Governor, I'm not.

Well, most women go straight into the general population

but with high-profile prisoners,

such as yourself,

I'd recommend the protection unit.

I'm not looking for any special treatment.

I'm more concerned about keeping you safe.

I don't have any enemies.

There may be working girls in here who know you.

I've always treated my girls well.

You're in here for a violent assault.

Yeah, but I'm not a violent person, Governor.

- What happened... - Intentionally causing serious injury.

That is what happened, Ms Winter.

Are you a mother, Governor?

No, and I fail to see

- what that has to do with anything... - Because the first

moment that you hold your child, it's...

Well,

it's overwhelming.

And you know from that second on you'll do anything to protect them.

Anything.

All right, I've organised a peer worker to show you around.

Send Birdsworth in.

Liz, uh, this is Marie Winter.

- Hey. - Uh, this is Liz.

She's your peer worker. She'll help settle you in.

H3, Liz.

Yeah, no worries, Ms Bennett.

I trust there'll be no problems.

You don't have to worry.

Slip. Slip.

Keep... keep your defence up.

Slip. Slip. One.

This way.

Keep walking.

I'll have a piece of that!

Best of the bunch here.

- Come back! Come back! I'm going to show you... - Shut up, you lot!

Oi. Slip.

What's wrong with her?

Shit! Who's on my team?

I want to eat...

What? You... I want to eat your cat?

It must be difficult learning a new language at her age.

How old do you reckon she is?

Oh, I'd say 350, 400...

- ... in dog years. - Oh, pussy. Oh, fuck! In your dreams.

New spunks!

- Nice spread here, girls! - I like your tats!

Hey, is that Marie Winter?

How you doing, Marie?

Marie! Woo!

Shit.

Best looking bunch yet.

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

Oh, shit.

Thank you.

- So, are you famous, are you? - Hardly.

Well, what was all that then?

Some of the women may have seen me around.

Oh, yeah?

So, this is home, huh?

Yeah, welcome to H1.

Didn't the Governor say H3?

Did she?

Oh, shit, yeah, she did. I'm sorry, love. It's back this way.

Yeah.

- You all right carrying that? - Yeah, fine.

- How did you go with Winter? - I've put her in general.

Will, I've decided to dismantle the workshop.

I want it pulled apart immediately.

Knock any notion of reopening it on the head.

After all the shit it's caused,

I mean, no-one's going to approve that, surely.

Stevens has friends in very high places.

OK, I'll get Jake onto it.

No, I want you to handle it personally.

It's just this week's a bit of a shocker for me.

- I mean, Jake'll be in soon. - I'm sorry, Will,

I really need someone I can trust on this.

- Pushing in. - There you go.

Hey, what do you reckon Franky's doing right now?

I would be sleeping in.

Not eating this shit, that's for sure.

I bet I know what she's eating.

Hey.

- Hey. - Hey, y... you feeling better?

- Yeah, fighting fit. - Oh, yeah, good,

because you're really good, eh? Like freaking...

- Like, awesome. - No, no, I'm deadly, sis.

Yeah, yeah, deadly.

OK, ladies, I need three volunteers.

Fine. Hutch, Radic, Benson, you'll volunteer,

we're going to the workshop now.

- I haven't finished my... - Move!

- What's happening with my workshop? - Come on.

What's up his arse today?

It took balls, Mr J.

- What did you say? - Balls.

Ferguson and Franky getting in there,

not knowing where they'd end up.

What do you think you're doing?!

This workshop is an extremely important part

of the prisoner training programme!

Not any more. We're dismantling it for good.

May I ask why?

Two escapes and Gilmour's murder might have something to do with it.

- Can you take her back please? - Stevens.

I'm sorry, Governor. Stevens insisted on seeing you.

Don't leave, Miss Miles. This won't take long.

What is Mr Jackson doing in my workshop?

I told you I decided to shut it down. Now I'm acting on it.

But he's dismantling it completely!

Because it represents an unacceptably high security risk.

- So if there's nothing else, I've got work to do. - No, wait, wait!

What if I were able to help you

with your PR problem?

- I don't have a PR problem. - Sharon Gilmour.

Could you give us a minute, Miss Miles?

Go on.

I may be nothing more than a prisoner,

but I do understand publicity.

Women like you and me, we need to be very aware...

Get to the point!

Another unsolved murder on your record can't be very useful.

There's only one.

Just imagine I were to discover who killed Gilmour. That would...

That would be useful, wouldn't it?

- If you know anything about that... - No, of course I don't.

But you know how the prison grapevine works.

- Just say I did hear something. - Then I would expect you to tell me.

Well, if I were to tell you, that would be a very big risk for me,

so I would need something in return.

Not a chance.

I'll make you a deal.

The killer for the workshop.

I don't do deals with prisoners, Stevens.

Miss Miles!