Wentworth is implementing a new industries programme.
We're going to trial a call centre
which will provide market research to various businesses.
I want to go back in to General.
It's not gonna happen, Winter.
His governorship must be on thin ice.
Dominic, it's Marie. I want to make a statement to the police.
We need to speak to one of your prisoners, Ruby Mitchell.
- It relates to the death of Danny Winter. - So Marie is after Ruby, not you.
Explains why she's so keen to get back into General.
Why are there so many officers in the protection unit?
- The state's worst offenders are in there. - We have to find cuts, Will.
Any takers? Who's up?
- Come on. - What'd you make?
- 80 bucks. - That's not even enough for my T.
- When was your last shot? - About a month ago.
Your value was in providing evidence
about the Attorney General's part in the siege.
Your case died with him.
- What am I looking at? - Life.
30 minutes, Winter.
Attention, all staff. We have a Code Black
in the protection unit gym. Immediate assistance required.
Quick, quick, quick, quick.
www.subtitulamos.tv
We're here outside Wentworth Women's Prison
awaiting the arrival of English activist and whistle-blower
Judy Bryant, who faced court just a few hours ago.
She is a valiant campaigner for truth.
23-year-old Bryant is the daughter
of British conservative MP Ronald Bryant.
Some view Bryant as a hero,
having exposed a controversial joint US-Australian government deal.
Hey, that's out the front! Oh shit, we're on telly. Hey!
Oh, that's that hacker chick. She's amazing!
Others, the two governments in particular,
view her as an enemy of the state.
Free Bryant! Free Bryant!
Geoff Spencer. Judy! Judy, I'll tell your story!
_
- Back away. - Oh!
Free Bryant! Free Bryant!
This way, Bryant.
Stealing and disseminating government secrets.
That's a new one.
I've done nothing wrong.
Yeah, I know. You're all innocent in here.
Date of birth?
27th of the 8th '96.
She's a lot younger than I imagined.
Don't be fooled by her appearance.
She was a troublemaker in the UK as well.
Strictly no contact with the outside world.
No phone privileges and no visitors.
Apart from the lawyer.
You know we've had particular instructions on this one, Will.
So I'm your peer worker.
You can ask me any shit you need to know about being been here.
Been here a while, then?
Ha. Um, well...
Home, sweet home now.
Come on.
Thank you, Mr Stewart.
Hey, Hot Chocolate. Love your work.
Yeah, all right, calm your farm.
Looks like you got some groupies in here already, eh.
So they put you in H1, same as me.
So you'll be right with us.
Yeah? Here we go.
We'll look after you.
Look what I got.
A real-life TV star, eh.
We saw you arrive on the news.
Certainly know how to make an entrance.
Oh, shit, sorry. This is Allie.
Allie's, like, our top dog, so what she says goes.
Like in the movies?
You sanction punishments and stuff. It all goes through you?
- Uh, yeah, sort of. - Wow. You're like the shot caller.
Oh, and this is Rubes, Ruby.
She's like me mate, but,
I'd be careful of her left hook 'cos it's kinda deadly.
- Shut up. - OK.
- Well, you can stay here as long as you like. - Thanks,
but it's only temporary.
Oh, you don't think your charges will stick?
But those assholes are just trying to intimidate me
into giving up my sources.
Yeah, same.
Me too.
- Yeah. All right. - Welcome to H1.
All right, make way, bitches. Coming through.
Coming through.
Did someone just throw up in here?
Breakfast stew.
Yeah, like breakfast... spew.
What are these grey things?
Chopped sausages.
Gross.
- Where's the bacon and eggs? - No more bacon.
Other eggs down the end.
- This is bullshit. - Fucking bullshit!
- Bullshit! Bullshit! Bullshit! Bullshit! - All right! That's enough!
- Bullshit! Bullshit! Bullshit! - Shut up or you'll all be sent back to your units!
- Eat it or leave it! - Smiles.
What's the deal? We can't eat this shit.
New supplier.
Not our fault. All pre-cooked.
See? Heat and serve.
Would you eat that?
I wouldn't even shit that,
but I'm not a convicted criminal.
So you're just gonna ignore our complaints? Is that it?
New world order, Novak.
Now sit down.
You're not into breakfast spew?
- Fortunately I'm vegan. - Mm.
Has the food always been this bad?
Oh, it's never been great, but this is next level.
Prison management switched suppliers to save money.
A chopped sausage.
It tastes like sawdust!
You'd love it.
Do you wanna try some?
- Why are you putting up with it? - I've complained, but,
- nothing's happening. - So don't eat it.
What, like...
- a hunger strike? - Yeah.
Force them to change.
- Actually, yeah, that could work. - No, back up the truck.
Just hang on a sec.
This is where all the action is, huh?
Oh, darling.
What's wrong? You all right?
I've been off testosterone so long, I got my period back.
Oh shit.
- Oh dear. - Don't, Lou.
Sorry.
- Why didn't you come find me? - I can't leave my cell.
I can't face anyone. Look at me, Lou.
Look. I'm a fucking mess.
All right, I'll...
- I'll go get some... - I can't do this.
Every day I just...
feel like I'm, um, losing myself.
I just really need my HRT.
Like I really need my HRT.
I...
Baby, you've gotta go talk to the governor.
She's recovered from her physical injuries.
Fortunately not severe.
But... ?
Well, from a psychological standpoint,
- she needs further treatment. - What does that mean?
That she's gonna try this shit again
and we're gonna have to resuscitate her?
I can't give you a definitive answer on that.
Do you want to talk about what happened?
What I want...
is Winter shipped off to a secure psych facility.
Make it happen.
Excuse me, Mr Jackson, I need to speak to you urgently.
What is it? I'm busy.
Um, I need my HRT recommenced.
I put it in my admissions form, but nothing's happening.
- You were on HRT outside? - Yes.
You can check my file if you don't believe me.
It's just, um...
My, um...
My body's changing back, and I, um...
I just really need the medication, eh.
I don't think that will be a problem. Leave it with me.
Thank you.
Mr Jackson.
What's this I've just heard about Marie Winter being transferred?
Yes, to a secure psych facility.
While she's mentally unstable
- and we don't have the resources to... - Surely you are aware
that she's an A-class prisoner.
- Yes, but... - There's a 25% loading.
You're forgetting our KPIs.
We won't be letting a golden goose go.
You worry too much.
Dr Miller is more than capable of treating her here.
Oh.
- I got a present for ya. - Oh, yeah?
Oh my God.
- Oh my... Wait, where did you get this? - Zayna.
- How much did it cost? - It was most of our shell game cash, but,
we'll make it back.
But this shit could be cut with anything.
Well, I mean, it's all I could get.
You know, I just thought that
- steroids would be fine until... - No, I know. It's not the same.
- Yeah, I know that. But if Jackson stuffs us around... - No, I spoke to him. It's all good.
He can come through for us.
Oh.
I can hold out till then.
OK. All right. Good.
Good. Great.
Hey.
You're the best.
That's not my lawyer.
I'm not talking to you without my lawyer present.
Don't worry about that. I'm not a cop.
Tony Coburn from the NSO. It's just an informal chat.
Show me your ID.
It says Cockburn.
Sit down.
Let's talk about your charges.
Well, for a start, I didn't steal anything.
You hacked into a secure government database.
I'm not a hacker. I simply uploaded the material I was given.
And published it on your website.
- That's dissemination. - The Australian people had a right to know.
Frankly, I'm not interested in your anarchist rhetoric.
If you're not a hacker, then prove it.
Give me the names of your sources.
You seem like a smart girl.
I want you to think carefully about this.
If what you say is true and they are the real criminals,
I protect them while you rot in here.
Give me their names and
I can make all this go away, like magic.
I know you haven't found my laptop.
Without that, they don't have enough evidence
to prosecute those charges.
Are you saying there's something there to be found?
Oh, no, what I'm saying is I'm happy to play your game.
See who blinks first.
Do you know who you're talking to?
You green piece of shit.
Head of Rendition.
We can take you offshore and basically do whatever we want with you.
We have perfected a whole raft of enhanced interrogation techniques
that'll have you coughing up your sources in no time at all.
This is harassment.
Harassment.
You have no fuckin' idea of what I'm capable of.
So why not save yourself from the psychological and physical damage?
Your choice.
But one way or the other,
I will get what I want.
Sit down.
It's harassment. That fucking guy was out of control.
- I'm sorry. Do I look like I care? - You're the deputy governor.
Oh, Ms Miles, I'd like a word with the prisoner.
- I'm sorry, who are you? - Ann Reynolds, general manager, Corrections.
Great. I'd like to make a formal complaint
about the asshole who just threatened me.
It was Cockburn from the NSO.
- Did he make physical contact? - No, but...
- So these threats were verbal? - Yes.
Well, unfortunately, I have no jurisdiction
over the manner of questioning that they use.
Nothing you can do.
You can make a complaint to the Ombudsman if you wish.
I'm sure to go straight to the top.
Can I give you some advice?
You're intelligent, well-educated, from a good family.
You don't belong here with these women.
So why don't you just give them what they want?
And then you can go home to Hampshire.
Hey, how'd your interview go?
What the fuck are you doing?
I wouldn't put it past those NSO pricks to bug my cell.
- What do they want? - My sources. My laptop.
That asshole actually threatened me with torture.
- They can't do that. - He thinks I'm an idiot.
The Australian government legislated
against enhanced interrogation back in 2011.
How do you know this shit?
So what are you gonna do?
Pretty sure there's no bug.
So tidy up, I guess.
- How's the hunger strike going? - Not sure yet.
Got a meeting with the crew heads.
OK, it's clear.
- So what do you reckon? - They are not going to listen to us.
Yes, they will if we stick together.
Good luck getting Boomer to stop eating.
Good luck saying something funny.
How long's it gonna take?
Took Bobby Sands 66 days.
- 66 days?! - 66 days to force him to change?
- To die. - To die?!
Are you people happy with being victims
and fed shit like pigs in a sty?
Shut up. Listen.
They make scapegoats of you.
OK? They lock you up in places like this
- and treat you like animals. - Who the fuck are you calling an animal, huh?
Yeah, maybe don't call us animals.
That's what's happening here.
This prison is a symptom of what's wrong with society.
She's got that right.
This is state-sanctioned oppression.
It's an abuse of power. They think they're better than you.
Oh, we're better than any of those fuckers in charge.
- Right. So prove it. - We're prisoners,
- nothing we can do. - You're angry, right?
- Course we're angry. - We're angry.
So let's stick it up 'em, show them we won't eat their shit.
Get off your arses and support us.
Join the hunger strike.
OK, Ali, we're with you.
Right!
Yes!
Thank you.
- Excuse me, Will. - Yes?
I've just been going through the purchase orders for medical supplies
and I noticed an order here placed
for six months worth of testosterone.
Well, that's right. I approved it this morning.
We're trying to rationalise the budget.
This seems like unnecessary expenditure.
Well, we can recoup it from the prisoners' wages.
Look, I want to make this work for you, Ann.
But I have to be honest, I've never gone through
this level of detail with the GM.
Well, you're just gonna have to get used to my management style.
- I'm very hands on. So who is it? - Reb Keane.
She was on HRT on the outside and she's wanting to continue it in here.
Keane and her partner have shown a complete disregard for your authority
since they got here. Surely you're not suggesting we pander to them.
- HRT's a prescribed medication. - So is cannabis,
but we don't hand out spliffs to prisoners just because they want them.
When the prisoner has demonstrated
their willingness to respect the rules,
then we consider granting privileges.
Thanks, Di.
Oh, Mr Jackson.
Look...
I'm sorry.
It's a no for now.
What?
How are you feeling today?
Physically I'm...
better.
Do you feel ready to talk
about why you tried to kill yourself?
I was a failure as a mother.
Failed to hold on to the woman I loved.
Failed to escape this shithole.
And I failed to avenge my son's death.
So what could be worse than that?
I even failed to kill myself.
Do you truly regret that last one?
Good news.
- My bro's come through. - Wait, get fucked.
- Oh, I thought Trev hated me. - Yeah, well, you know,
Trev's a dickhead.
But he is a useful fucking dickhead.
He's gonna bribe someone to smuggle the T in
with tomorrow's food delivery.
Oh my God.
- I think we're gonna be OK. - I think we are too.
Where's Ruby? She's supposed to be here.
Visit with her dad.
We ready?
Screws on their way?
We're on a hunger strike.
- Get in the dining room for lunch. - We're not eating, Ms Miles.
Not until the governor agrees to switch suppliers.
You know what?
Starve to death. I don't care.
No one will give a shit.
Good, 'cos we're not going anywhere!
- She's bluffing. - You need to up the ante.
No, no, no, no, no. I don't really want to starve to death.
- We have to get the story out there. - There's no way we can get to the press.
Maybe there is. I know a guy.
- Yeah, but you don't have phone privileges. - Not me; you.
Through the call centre.
I don't know, they watch us pretty closely.
Then you need a distraction.
Oh, my baby girl!
- Dad! - Oh, Pumpkin!
Oh, it's so good to see you.
- You're looking good. - Yeah, well, I've been trainin'.
- Good. - Hey, we've gotta sit down
before they growl at us.
Oh, don't you go getting soft on me now.
Get off. I'm just happy to see my little girl,
even if it is here in the joint.
Anyway, you're gettin' out soon, so that's gotta be a good thing.
You're looking skinny.
- Like a scrawny black fulla. Something wrong? - No. Just...
seeing you again brings it all back...
the accident; Rita taking off like she did.
Last anybody heard was Uncle Donnie,
said he ran into her in the city there.
She's a bikie now.
Must be just a bad egg, that one.
Yeah, can we talk about something else?
- Yeha, sorry, bub. Leave it in the past, eh?
Show me them deadly hands of yours.
That left hook I taught ya.
- Boss. Boss! - That's it!
Stop!
I've got something to tell ya.
Yes.
The, uh, prisoners are hunger striking.
They refused to eat until we change food supplies.
We're not running a hipster café here.
Our sole responsibility is to keep them alive.
I bet Bryant's behind this. I told you she was trouble.
No, Novak too. They've cooked this up together.
- Well, how are you gonna manage it? - I'm not concerned.
They'll get hungry eventually, and when they do, they'll eat.
Hello.
- Hey, how was your visit? - Oh, tell you later, all right?
How's the hunger strike?
Yeah, it's happening. Judy whipped them into action.
Oh, that's awesome.
- Hey, instant friend crush, eh? - Yeah, I know, right?
Mitchell, you're late. Everything all right?
Yeah, all good, Ms Bennett.
- Sorry. - OK.
Hello, this is Susan calling from Maynard Market Research.
Can I ask who your current internet provider is?
Fuck, sorry.
Hello?
Can I ask who your current internet provider is?
- Sorry. - Jenkins, what's the problem?
My tummy's full of gas.
Yeah, I meant with the call.
Oh, no, they hung up.
Let's just try another one. Can you just try and stick to the script?
Mm.
Hello. This is Susan calling from Maynard Market Research.
- Slow down. - Can I please ask you
who your current internet provider is?
- Oh shit. Shit! - No, no, no, don't get frustrated.
It is not personal. I'm gonna...
I'm gonna double jack, OK? Deep breath.
Take it slow. Try again.
Miss Bennett, I don't feel so good. I think I, um...
I might need to lie down because I think I might pass out.
Yeah, starvation doesn't happen that quickly.
- No, I don't think... - It's probably nerves.
Come on. You can do this, Boomer. All right?
- Try again. - Yep.
Um...
Hi, this is Boomer from Mustard Research.
And who's... uh...
Who's your internal...
Hello, is this Jeff Spencer?
I'm a prisoner calling from Wentworth. Don't hang up.
I've got a message from Judy Bryant.
The women at Wentworth are hunger striking.
They've changed food distributors. We can't eat it.
- Got that? - Baylaw Distributors.
Yep. Sorry, I've gotta go.
- You all right? - Uh...
Can I get you to Medical?
- Hi. - Hey, how's Boomer?
Oh man, she's really crook.
They had to take her to hospital.
- They reckon it's salmonella. - Far out.
- I thought she was faking it. - Yeah, me too.
She couldn't hold out.
- What, she ate the food? - She'll be all right, though.
You OK?
You can talk to me, you know.
Yeah.
What's wrong?
My dad has cancer, Allie.
He's dying.
Oh fuck.
Oh.
I'm so sorry.
I just wish I could talk to Rita.
I don't know where she is.
You could talk to Mr Jackson.
There might be something he could do if your dad wants to see her.
No. He doesn't.
Well, you got us.
Me and Booms.
We're your family too.
Help me! Help me!
Help!
Help me!
Please someone let me out of here!
Let me out of here!
Officer Nadella said that you'd been having nightmares.
I've prescribed a mild sedative just to help you sleep.
Do you believe in near-death experiences?
Uh, I guess as a clinician, I...
naturally gravitate toward the scientific explanations.
Oh...
Well, how do they explain it?
Well, during life threatening events,
the brain tries to make sense
of the unusual things that it's experiencing.
For example, the... the tunnel of light sensation,
that can be the result of poor blood or oxygen supply to the eye.
Or feelings of euphoria can be the action
of a hormone called noradrenalin.
I think I had one. It wasn't, um...
Well, it wasn't...
bliss and bright light at the end of a tunnel.
What did you experience?
Darkness. Just...
Just complete darkness.
It just terrified me.
What do you think it means?
I think it's... it's a kind of warning, like...
Like that's my fate.
Yes. I understand, Minister.
I will fix it. I will fix it, and then I...
Lucy, got any food?
Oi, Lucy, got something to eat?
Look who's here.
Mr Jackson,
- any word on Boomer? - Yeah, she's gonna be fine.
- It was a bacterial infection. - From the food?
Did you hear that, everyone? The food put Boomer in hospital.
It wouldn't have if she'd kept her gob shut like the rest of us had to.
- Shut your mouth. - All right, listen up.
I have an announcement about yesterday's protest.
I hope he kicks her arse.
I've listened to your concerns
and have decided there will be no more deliveries
from Baylaw Distributors.
The original suppliers will be reinstated, effective immediately.
We win! It proves that hearts and minds can be changed!
Novak has fucked us again.
Nah, everything's all right, Dad.
I just want to see you before you go home.
There's something I need to tell you in person.
Hey.
Can I talk to you in private?
Sure. What's up?
I need a top dog favour.
What is it?
- Can I trust you? - Why? What do you want?
I have some more stuff on my laptop
that I want to release to that journalist.
Well, can you trust him?
He's proven he's bona fide, breaking that story.
I need you to make another call.
- And say what? - Give him the details
of a locker at a public library.
- Judy, is this legal? - Of course.
You have to be absolutely sure you're not overheard by anyone.
Please.
You all right there, Shakey?
You wanna just chill the fuck out?
- You are sweating bullets. - No shit.
I don't wanna get busted.
Well, you won't if you act normal.
Now, I know that that is a little bit hard for you,
but just see if you can manage it, OK?
Fuck off.
I don't know why you wanna go screw up your life for that girl.
Oh, well, you know.
What can I say?
True love, little brother.
Good job.
Keep talking.
Oh, my God.
This time it's the real deal.
You're gonna be feeling yourself in no time.
What'd you do, eh? Bank it?
I don't know what you're talking about.
Bullshit. I know exactly where that came from,
- and you're off to the slot. - Get fucked!
- Please don't slot her, Mr Stewart. - I'll have that.
- And the rest. - It is not smack.
- It's testosterone! - I don't care if it's unicorn jizz.
- It's still contraband. - Oh, this is such bullshit.
Come on. You don't understand. I need this.
- She was just trying to help me. - Hey, rules are rules!
Come on. Please, Mr Stewart.
Listen, you'd do anything for the person you love, wouldn't you?
All right.
I won't slot you this time, Kelly.
But if it happens again...
Fuck!
Come on. Move on. Move on. Move on. Come on.
- How'd it go? - I couldn't make the call.
Smiles was watching me like a hawk. I didn't want to risk it.
It's good you didn't.
It's too important.
I'll try again tomorrow.
Oh Danny.
You writing to the Ombudsman?
Actually, it's to my father.
I'll mail it when I get out of here.
That might not be as soon as you expected.
That man from the NSO called
- and he wants to interview you again. - Why?
Something about a laptop being found.
Hey! There she is!
Bada boom! Welcome back.
- How you feeling? - Oh, yeah, I'm all right now.
Hey, I reckon I lost about 10 kilos, eh. Look.
- Oh, you look good. - Do I?
You were pretty sick the other day, though.
Oh, mate, it was brutal. But, hey, I heard we won.
- Yeah, we did. - You fucking betrayed me.
- The fuck are you talking about? - Back off, Jude.
- Hey! - Hey, whoa! No, no. No, mate. No.
Don't touch me. If you want to talk, talk. Don't make a scene.
Explain to me how the NSO found my laptop.
I can't. I told you I didn't even make the call.
I didn't breathe a word to anyone.
- What about those two? - Is everything OK, Allie?
I didn't tell anyone.
Well, they won't find what they want anyway.
So you can all get fucked!
What was all that about?
I had this strange experience where I felt like...
like I was seeing things for the first time.
Mm-hm.
What sort of things?
Reality.
My life.
And then Danny appeared.
- Your son. - You'll probably say it was the sedative, but
he smiled
like he was telling me that he's OK. Like...
he's given me permission to let it all go.
I mean, it sounds crazy. Maybe I am crazy.
How do you feel about it now?
I'm OK with it.
I know what to do.
I want to retract my statement against Ruby Mitchell.
I asked you to come in today because
there's something I need to tell you.
If there's anyone in the family that's a bad egg, it's me, Dad,
not Rita.
You've gotta put that in the past, my girl.
No, because I would always get into trouble and she would bail me out.
- No, it wasn't like that. Every time... - Dad, you're not listening.
She took responsibility for all the shit that I did.
The car accident...
it was my fault, not hers.
She took the blame...
to protect us from payback.
Are you saying Uncle Donnie was lying?
She's not a bikie.
She was an undercover cop.
When I got myself in here,
she got herself arrested to keep me safe.
Dad.
She couldn't tell you.
She couldn't tell anyone.
Dad,
you know, my sister would do anything to protect me.
She would die to keep me safe.
And now she's paying the price.
Oh, I've got to make things right with the girl.
Tell her I need to talk to the police.
- Uh, that's the thing. - Hm?
She's not here anymore.
She's in protective custody.
You all right?
Hey, you need some water?
We need some fucking help here!
Hey. We need some fucking medical help!
- Get her to Medical... now! Move aside, Kelly. - Fuck!
This way. You ready?
We found your laptop...
in a locker in the Carlton North Library.
It's not mine.
You can't prove it belongs to me.
"Give him the details of a locker at a public library."
- "Judy, is this legal?" - "Of course."
"You have to be absolutely sure you're not overheard by anyone."
Are you gonna tell me that's not your voice?
I repeat my offer.
You tell me who your sources are
and this needn't be a disaster for you.
Rendition and interrogation.
Why don't you try it?
'Cos it's illegal, fuckface!
You leave me no choice.
We will be charging you with terrorism offences.
Did you just pull that out of your arse?
There's incriminating evidence on your laptop.
Bullshit.
Take a look at this.
What appears to be a plan
- to blow up a local military base. - That... That's not mine.
- They're not my documents. - Along with
some suspiciously large Bitcoin transactions,
obviously in payment to your co-conspirators.
Under the anti-terrorism legislation,
we have the power to hold you...
indefinitely.
Hey, what's happening with Reb?
- She's been taken off to Emergency. - What?
What's happening? What's going on? Is it going to be all right?
They think it's some sort of anaphylactic shock.
- To what? - Sorry, Kelly. That's all I know.
No, well, I gotta go with him. I've gotta go to the hospital.
You know that's never gonna happen.
Listen, why don't you get a few things together
in case she gets admitted?
Oh no.
Oh fuck, shit.
How'd it go with your dad?
I hope it's not the last time I see him.
But if it is, then I said what I needed to say.
Well, at least you got to do that, eh?
Yeah.
Hey. Have you calmed down?
So what's the deal, do they really find your laptop?
Yeah.
- I owe you an apology. - Uh, what about us?
I'm sorry.
It's all right.
I know you didn't betray me.
Those NSO pricks bugged your cell.
- My cell? - And loaded fake documents onto my laptop.
Our whole conversation was recorded. I heard it.
What the fuck?! Is that even legal?
I dare say they had a warrant.
But why would they bug my cell? Who would have told them to do that?
Pose as a friend. Work as a spy.
- What? - It was her.
She's been watching us, but she's in bed with him.
You planted that shit on my laptop. You framed me, you asshole!
And I know you were in on it too. Bitch!
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