The prison looked vacant, no-one at the windows, although there never usually was. If you weren't a local of Wentworth you wouldn't know it was a prison with multiple murders inside, it looked more like a library.
Inside, Joyce and Dennis were parading the corridors, making sure no fatalities would occur.

Joyce: How's Meg doing these days?
Dennis: She's recovering, that's all I know. She doesn't call me much anymore
Joyce: Appendicitis can be very harmful
Dennis: It didn't help to be on holiday either, I must say.
Joyce: Hang on, what's this?

Joyce goes into the cell where shouting can be heard loudly, Inside are Reb and Sonia Stevens.

Reb: Look I Told You, I haven't got anymore!
Sonia: You owe me!
Reb: Well Ferguson has been on my back the past week looking paid for the racket
Sonia: I'm warning you, I want my goods by tomorrow or there'll be a bashing

Dennis: Ladies, what's going on in here
Joyce: You're making too much noise.
Dennis: No more arguments, OK?

Sonia: We're just having a little domestic disagreement
Reb: Yeah, No Sweat

Joyce: I hope not. Sorry to bother you anyway

In the staff room Joan is sipping on a cup of tea when Ann walks in.

Joan: You couldn't have come at a better time Mrs. Reynolds
Ann: Have you something to discuss?
Joan: Yes Indeed I do. I think Bobbie Mitchell is safe to be released from Isolation
Ann: Not yet, there is still a possibility of her self harming herself.
Joan: If that's what you want, Can't say department will be too pleased.
Ann: And why's that?
Joan: Mitchell occupying space that Desmond could be using after the recent run of events
Ann: Yes Joan, I'll speak to you later at the staff meeting. 6p.m sharp, you hear?
Joan: (SIP) yeah, over and out.

Ann leaves the staff room as if she needed nothing at all, in fact she had come for a cup of tea, but that had gone completely out of her mind. Joan just sat and sipped some more of her tea, reflecting on life without Myra Desmond.
The bell rings for change of duty and the women make their way to their working place, Myra, Judy, Pixie and Sonia are working in the laundry.

Judy: So everything ended fine and dandy.
Myra: What did you say you called that movie?
Judy: Grease, I can't believe you didn't watch it last night.
Myra: I had better things to do
Judy: Oh yeah? More Lou Kelly business?
Myra: Damn right, I made sure I send the message loud and clear, No-one gets away with persuading Bobbie into attempting suicide without a seeing to.
Pixie: I do hope that Bobbie is alright.
Judy: Don't you worry, she will be.
Sonia: I don't see why you're bothering even to think about her.
Myra: I'd watch your mouth.
Sonia: Or what? I'll get one of your bashings?
Myra: Just leave it Sonia.
Sonia: Well you know what day today is?
Pixie: Tuesday I think.
Sonia: No, It's the day Marie gets transferred from Barnhurst.
Pixie: Marie who?
Sonia: You know, Queen Marie, The downfall of Bea Smith, oh sorry, that's me.
Myra: If Marie Winter butts her little pig face into my business, she has one thing coming.
Judy: Yeah, and what did she ever do for you? Huh?

Chrissie is the infirmary with Sister Hall.

Chrissie: Oh Go On Please Sister.. I haven't been active for the past 4 days, I need a bit of movement.

Sister Hall: I'm sorry you don't seem to have anything wrong with you. Are you stressed?

Chrissie: No, But My Bloody Bowel is!

Sister Hall: Ok, you have to take them in here, Governor is closing down on overdoses.

Chrissie: Thanks Sister. You're one of the good'uns.

Sister Hall: Don't tell anyone about this ok?

Sister gets some tablets from the cabinet and gives them to Chrissie, Chrissie takes them without even needing a drink of water.

Chrissie: Thanks, You're a star!

Chrissie parades out of the infirmary as Ann walks in.

Ann: Kelly's right through here is she?

Sister Hall nods her head as Ann points to the door where Lou Kelly has been since the bashing last night.

In the staff room, Joyce has just entered for her read at the papers and Dennis Cruickshank is in drinking his usually coffee.

Joyce: Oh Hello Again Dennis
Dennis: Oh Hell Joyce.
Joyce: It's been a hard day.
Dennis: Yeah, and we have Marie Winter arriving in about half an hour.
Joyce: Any word on Meg?
Dennis: Oh I almost forgot. She said she would appreciate if you could visit her
Joyce: I think I'll just do that when I get off my shift.
Dennis: She'll be pleased
Joyce: how about you? You coming too?
Dennis: No, she can't stand me in the same room. The best we can do for now is chat on the phone.
Joyce: Pity.

The bell rings and signals change in shifts. Myra and Marlene make their way back to their cells for a cup of tea or coffee.


Marlene: I was talking to one of the officers, they said Bobbie will be out soon
Myra: Great news, we'll have to throw a party.
Marlene: I don't think Bobbie is the party type. And especially after what..
Myra: Yeah, I was stupid to even thing of the idea.

Myra shakes the coffee urn and looks at it oddly.

Myra: Stevens.
Marlene: Pardon?
Myra: That batch Stevens has put something in our coffee urn.
Marlene: Sure it just isn't blue mold.
Myra: Don't be stupid. Go quick to Judy and Pixies cells, check their urns.
Marlene: Oakie Doakie.
Myra: The bitch is trying to poison us.

Myra throws the contents of the urn down the sink.

Reb: Something in your coffee?

Myra turns around shocked.

Myra: And what would you know about that?
Reb: Stevens is planning on stitching you up.
Myra: Why should I listen to you.
Reb…
Myra: You're one of her cronies.
Reb: Not any more
Myra: Oh is that right?
Reb: Not since I screwed up the escape.
Myra: Don't try to make me look stupid. I am never going to believe one word you say again.

Marlene runs into Judy's cell where her and Chrissie are chatting.

Marlene: You haven't drank anything like tea or coffee have you?
Judy: No, why?
Marlene: Myra says Stevens is trying to poison us
Chrissie: Bloomin' cow
Marlene: I need to go get Pixies checked out quick.
Judy: Pity Kelly isn't there to chock on the poison.
Chrissie: You said it!

Joan walks into reception and is greeted by a few Barnhurst officers and Marie Winter.

Marie: G'day Joanie.

Joan: What the hell are you doing here?

Marie: Didn't you hear?

Joan: obviously not!

Marie: Well, I think I'm here for the next 6 years left on my murder sentence.

Joan: Six Years?

Marie: long time isn't it?

Joan: Not long enough !

Joan storms off as Marie stands laughing.

Meg is sitting at home watching the regular game shows, when a knock comes on the door.

Meg: Doors open Dennis!
Joyce: Sorry, It's me!
Meg: Joyce! Nice to see you!
Joyce: You're looking well.
Meg: That is the biggest lie I ever heard in my life.
Joyce: Considering.
Meg: You know, this has been the best thing that has happened me yet in my career.
Joyce: What has? A break?
Meg: No. 
Joyce: I don't understand.
Meg: Well neither did I at first, but now I know what to do. Where I need to go!
Joyce: Meg are you feeling alright?
Meg: Yes, I'm feeling superb.
Joyce: I don't understand what your telling me.
Meg: I've decided to leave Wentworth, Leave the Prison business.
Joyce: But Meg….
Meg: No buts….

Joan walks into Reb's cell where she is coming her hair back like she usually does.

Reb: Piss Off Ferguson

Joan: Don't tell me what to do, I'm the authority around here.

Reb: All you are is a puppet in a uniform. You work for Reynolds. You worked for Davidson, you never have been the authority itself. Have you?

Joan: Don't get smart with me you little bitch!

Reb: Now Now Miss Freakshow, you don't want to be caught with a tongue like that on you.

Joan: I want rid of Desmond.

Reb: Ok. Nice to hear that.

Joan: But you're the one to carry it out you see.

Reb: I'm not being a government puppet's puppet.

Joan: You'll regret this.

Reb: If you want help why not ask Winter? She has a thing against Desmond, big time.

Joan walks out and smiles.

Judy and Chrissie are chatting in their cell about Lou Kelly and Bobbie.

Judy: Lou Kelly, she always was a character,
Chrissie: I don't know her that well.
Judy: You wouldn't want to.
Chrissie: She was being transferred into Fairlea as I was leaving.
Judy: That's how many years ago?
Chrissie: 4, 5?
Judy: My god!
Chrissie: What she did on Bobbie was unforgivable though.
Judy: I seen it coming.
Chrissie: How?
Judy: At the half way house, I see depressants all the time.
Chrissie: You think Bobbie was going to do that anyway?
Judy: Yeah of course she was.
Chrissie: I'm gonna the loo.
Judy: You're stomach still not right yet?
Chrissie: It never has been right since I had Elizabeth.

Myra walks into the rec room and Sonia Stevens is in there playing cards with two others.

Myra: Sonia, Can I have a word.
Sonia: I don't have time for words.
Myra: Just get over here.
Sonia: You come of here then.

Myra walks over.

Myra: I want to know why our coffee urns have all been tampered with
Sonia: It's none of my business.
Myra: Oh and It never is?
Sonia: Ask Ferguson, she tampered with mine not to long ago
Myra: If you're lying!

Marie is folding all her shirts and jeans and putting them in a pile when Joan walks in with her leather gloves on.

Joan: Winter, Turn round.

Marie: Don't worry, I'm not about to let you take me from behind.

Joan: I'm here for one thing and one thing only!

Marie: Go on..

Joan: I want that bitch Desmond out of the way for good. No ifs or buts, Just get rind of her.

Marie: For a price.

Joan: what?

Marie: You put in a good word for me and get me out of this dump.

Joan: Fine, but only if she is out of here by next week.

Marie: You can count on it.

*He Used To Give Me Roses*