First of all, you will be please to hear that this was the first episode of Season 2 that I genuinely liked. I think that was because it was the first one that used characters’ relationships to make the story stronger. Really the whole theme of the week was that those relationships are the only source of solace or safety in Wentworth. It also started to finally unravel the mystery of Joan Ferguson. Specifically, we start to see that her raison d’etre is the destruction of the relationships of everyone around her. Which, at least, is interesting.
So, we begin on pretty solid thematic ground, with a game of basketball out in the prison yard. You know those stories about the Mayan ball game where the losing team was sacrificed to the gods?That’s pretty much the vibe here.
I WISH PAPI WAS HERE.
Team Bea-Maxine-Simone is annihilating team Franky-Boomer-Doreen, mostly because Maxine is six feet tall and Simone throws her elbows like crazy. Even though it’s just a game, Franky hates to lose; hates any evidence of an organized, effective opposition to her.
ON THE PLUS SIDE, SHE HAS A NEW BRA APPARENTLY.
Inside Joan’s office, she confronts Will and Fletch about their altercation, which she watched on CCTV. (As much as Erica had a weird relationship with those cameras, Joan is glued to them like at any minute there could be a hot kissing scene.) Will, for his part, has decided that he wants nothing more to do with Vera or Fletch since, by the transitive law of sex, they have all Done It.
In the visitors’ area, Simone hangs out with her husband and teenage daughter. Her daughter is fine—I mean, she’s no Debbie, but I don’t wish bad things for her—so it’s a bit alarming to Simone to learn that the Holts have taken an interest in her. They are even paying for her trip to Thailand, which is DEFINITELY NOT a cover for drug smuggling.
HOW COULD YOU SUGGEST SUCH A THING ABOUT OUR BEST GOOD FRIENDS, THE HOLTS?
At another table, Boomer is visiting with her sister who delivers the following monologue: “THE PUPPIES ALL GREW INTO DOGS, WHICH IN TURN ALL DIED. THE CROPS BURNED AND I AM FUCKING YOUR BOYFRIEND AND WEARING YOUR JEWELRY.” Boomer’s sister is the worst.
OH YEAH , WELL THIS IS MY NEW BOYFRIEND.
Our next stop is Fletch’s Man Cave of Eternal Regret. He decides it’s high time he got rid of his incriminating sex/murder diary, but when he looks for it, it is mysteriously missing.
DID YOU LOOK IN YOUR BEER COOZIE DRAWER?
He assumes that Vera told Will about the journal, but she advises him to calm the fuck down, seeing as how he was the one who slept with his best friend’s wife.
BE COOL. IT HAS THAT HEART-SHAPED LOCK ON IT SO YOUR SECRETS ARE SAFE.