He goes home and reminisces about his early days with Meg, who actually saved him from his own party boy ways. But now he wants to reject her and scream “fuck it” to every remnant of their life together. And I can relate. I can relate so hard to the desire to self-destruct, doing the things you know are worst for you, in an effort to get as far away from yourself as you can. But it only ends one of two ways: 1. When you come to, you are still there, with the same problems, and weaknesses, and pain. Or 2. You don’t come to.
Will is lying on his back, about to choke on his own vomit and experience that second option, when Fletch comes bursting in to save him, because Fletch is a good person.
When Will sobers up enough to talk, he confesses that the reason for his most recent spiral was finding a receipt from an abortion clinic amongst Meg’s things. Given that they had been trying to conceive at the time of her murder, Will is shattered and deeply confused. Fletch could clear up his confusion by confessing that it was actually his baby, but whatever, this is Wentworth. Nobody’s perfect.
And now for your daily dose of Erica Facing At Franky.
Apparently Franky can feel Erica’s white-hot attention on her, and uses the opportunity to punch the window to illustrate how she feels about Erica’s engagement. This gets her sent to the hospital wing, and it’s a good thing too, because she desperately needs a heads up.
Also headed to the infirmary in Bea, who is totally blindsided by Jaqs and two of her enforcers.
They beat her within several inches of her life, but she neither resists nor allows Doreen to press the panic button. If you’ll notice, with the exception of the crime that got her here, Bea finds it a lot easier to protect people other than herself.
In the infirmary, Bea tries to warn Franky about Jaqs’ intended rape, but is too weak to talk. But Doreen, inspired by Bea’s courage, starts to wonder if she ought to risk Jaqs’ wrath to protect Franky.
The next day, Franky struts out of the slot, all high-fives “Kim, baby, no more hacky sack.” She isn’t out long before she takes a trip to the gym, to continue her boob training regimen. As promised, Doreen reports this information to Jaqs, who assembles her posse. They corner Franky, and slide a screwdriver down her torso, and whatever else she has up her sleeve, you can’t tell me Franky isn’t terrified. And I am terrified too, because Wentworth has proven that it is dark enough to rape our favorite character in front of our eyes. You have to believe that it might happen to fully experience the relief when Boomer charges in just knocking heads and making faces and generally deserving her own theme song. They kick out the rest of the posse and crush Jaqs’ already arthritic hand in a weight machine.
After the violence, Franky and Doreen make up, and Doreen finally believes that Franky had nothing to do with Toni’s drugs, and Jaqs is defeated, and all is right with the prison.
But I think it’s healthy to be critical any time we cheer on violence, even if it is against Jaqs. It means you’re caught in the drama, and see violence not just as a brutality that breeds future brutality, but as something morally good. It means you are a prisoner of Wentworth too.
See you next week.