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I'm not gay.

I don't care what you are.

What does it feel like, Vera,

to finally have everything
you've ever wanted?

You care about me?

I'll do it.

Your medical test returned
positive for Class A drugs.

How much do you need?

What do I have to do for it?

Hey, did you know that
seahorses like to swim in pairs?

They link tails so they
don't lose each other.

I'm so sorry, Bea, the doctors
said there's nothing they can do.

I love you beautiful girl.

If you wanna trap Ferguson,
we've got one last chance.

Allie's not gonna wake up.

So, that makes it murder.

Do you have any evidence?

All I need from you is access to her...

then I can provoke her, get
details, and record her with this.

I'm gonna finish this.

Argh!

I win!

Hey.

I'm... Franky.

Bea?

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You look after your mum for us, Deb.

Love you.

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Thanks for organising the plaque, Will.

The epitaph, it's beautiful.

They were Bea's words...

it's what she used to
tell Debbie as a kid.

A sudden death like this
puts things in perspective,

- doesn't it?
- Yeah.

I'm lifting your suspension.

Why?

Now's a time for us to pull together.

You can come back at the
start of next week's roster.

That's if you want to come back.

Yes, I do.

You okay?

- You?
- Yeah.

How's Allie?

Physically, she's okay, but...

You know the system's fucked.

Ah, not completely.

- Look at you.
- I got out by the skin of my teeth.

Franky, it let Bea down,

okay? But it can be fixed.

Do you really believe that?

In justice? Yeah.

Otherwise, what's the point?

That fuckin' Freak!

The Crown might be willing
to drop the murder charge...

if you agree to plead
guilty to manslaughter.

She came at me...

with a fucking screwdriver.

Joan, you stabbed her multiple times.

Because she wanted me to!

Smith was in a no-prisoner area, and
that means there was a conspiracy,

involving a member of staff.

Basing your defence on a
conspiracy is dangerous.

Only if I am wrong,

which I am not.

Who was it?

Which member of staff aided Smith?

Yeah, I understand that, but...

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- _
- Have you spoken to the Ombudsman?

Obviously I've explained the situation.

Does... does he have a full
appreciation of the situation?

Believe it or not, we're on your side...

- with these demands.
- Yeah, yes, yes...

- What action have the police taken?
- Yes... the police...

questioned my entire
staff, sir, as did I.

Well, we're all under pressure.

- I want a solid report.
- I'll do my best.

And that's why they
pay you the big bucks.

Yeah, not for much longer.

I have until the next
board meeting, on Friday,

to find out who let
Smith into no man's land.

- It's four days.
- Or what?

You're Acting Governor.

W...

What you need is a scapegoat.

Someone to pin it on.

- Yeah, I know what it is.
- People at the top do it all the time.

- It's smart management.
- Really?

Sounds a bit unethical.

Sooner she's transferred the better.

She's not being transferred.

With new charges pending, she has
to be accessible to the courts.

Uh, w... w... w-well what
about the deal Smith made

- with the prosecution?
- Yeah, any deal Bea made

died with her. On top of that...

Ferguson's lawyer has petitioned to
have her released back into General.

- Bullshit?!
- Citing human rights abuses, again!

- Get the board to fight it.
- I did!

The Ombudsman overruled it.

Until the matter is tried, the
presumption of innocence applies.

She's not dangerous until
the court says she is.

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How do you think Smith got out there?

_

No idea.

The only thing I am sure of

is that Ferguson pulled a
screwdriver and stabbed her to death.

- But that doesn't make any sense.
- Well, I don't pretend to understand

the workings of that monster's mind.

Sierra 6 to Sierra 5.

Sierra 5, go ahead.

Officer needs assistance in H1.

Righto, on my way.

Hang in there, Vera.

Remember, none of this is your fault.

Governor...

police are questioning Ferguson.
Now she's claiming self-defence.

- Governor, you've got...
- It's, um, Smith's blood.

Bea's barely in the ground!

You can't just come in here
and tear down her drawings

and erase the last trace of
her life like she was nothing!

We're just clearing her cell, Conway,
it's not the bloody Taj Mahal.

- What's going on?
- Miss Miles...

The prisoners aren't happy that
we have to clear out Smith's cell.

It's just a sensitive topic,

- Mr Stewart.
- The Governor's been very considerate

in allowing your memorial wall.

She won't be turning
Smith's cell into a shrine.

- We don't... want a shrine!
- We don't want a shrine.

- No!
- No, we just want a bit of time

to be allowed to grieve and heal.

This is prison, not a health spa!

- Oh, mind your business.
- Please, how about some compassion?!

You're fuckin' upsettin' Maxie!

Watch your language, Jenkins.

- You're too sick to be upset like this.
- Can we just wait

till Allie get's back? You
know, delay it for a day or two?

I think that's
an excellent compromise,

- don't you?
- Yeah. Yeah.

- Deputy Governor?
- All right.

We wait until Novak's return
and then we clear it. Understood?

- Yes.
- Yeah.

- Let's go.
- Thanks.

- Oh!
- Come on.

- Just, come on.
- Come and sit down.

Just can't stop thinkin' about Bea.

Here you go, love.

How desperate she must have been.

I should have been here for her.

If I was here, I could've stopped her.

Oh, love, no, no, no.

You know Bea.

Once she had somethin' in her
mind there was no stopping her.

- Yeah.
- Was there?

You know that.

- _
- Sorry about

- your friend.
- Thanks for the flowers, Andy.

- You're a sweetheart. Cheers, bud.
- Yeah, no worries.

Hey, pre-sentencing report for Higgins.

So, ah, when do I get to
go back to main office?

Aren't I pretty enough for ya?

Well, Fessler's got a nicer arse.

Probationary period's over,
here's your performance review.

Check it over. Happy, sign it.

- It's glowin', right?
- The job's your permanently...

if you want it.

Oh, by the way...

you did a decent job with
Higgins' Statement of Remorse.

Yeah... and I reckon it
helped the victim too.

You've gotta read this report,
Gidge. Old guy totally wants me.

Hey, I gotta go, I'll
see ya tonight. Bye.

Thank you, very much. I'll grab that.

Oh, crap!

Oh!

Sorry, thank you.

Hm... ah!

Francesca Doyle?

Hey, Mikey...?

- Oh...
- Wait.

Sorry, I have to... um...

Can we um... Do you...

do you wanna grab a coffee?

- What?
- Can...

- You know, just...
- No, I, t...

I can't... I can't be near
you. It's a breach of my parole.

- I understand that, but it's...
- I can't talk, I'm sorry.

I was, ah, I was angry for a long time.

I mean, it cost me my career.

Who wants to look at this on their TV?

It's a little too much reality.

I'm so sorry, Mike.

- I was so messed up back then.
- Yeah, no, I-I knew that...

or why else would I,
like, push your buttons?

It's fuckin' reality TV. You need drama.

And it was great. Loved it, the ratings.

Well, I think about what
I did to you, all the time,

and how much I fucked up your life.

I mean, I went to some dark places.

But...

it just made me think. Made me realise
what a monumental prick I'd been.

Wha... what is that... that?

Oh, it's a kite.

Means freedom.

Freedom.

Governor wants a word.

We need to prove that Bea
Smith was trying to kill me.

And how are we going to
get that? Smith's dead.

She would have told her plan
to one of her pathetic friends.

I'll take care of them.

- You concentrate on her.
- _

Vera?

She's involved. I'm certain of it.

She let Smith out to get to me.

And trust me, Vera's the key.

Vera's part of a plot
to ambush and kill you?

You'd be amazed what a seemingly
respectable corrections officer will do,

- given the right incentive.
- _

Just 'cause you fuck her
doesn't mean you know her.

Governor.

Thank you, Mr Stewart. You can leave.

Jesper's murder,

that was a lucky break.

Not so, Bea Smith's.

Are you sure you know
what you're doing, Joan?

You and I both know that
I acted in self-defence.

What makes you think the
women won't kill you for it?

They've never been more afraid
of me than they are right now.

I'd say they wouldn't dare touch me
for fear of suffering the same fate.

I could find a reason to slot you.

But you won't.

Smith had help...

from someone with a vested
interest in seeing me not walk free

and I believe that someone was you,

Governor.

What's that?

It's a statement recording my offer
of protection and your refusal.

Absolving me and the prison of
any responsibility, should anything

unfortunate befall you.

And if I don't sign?

I'll have you forcibly put
into isolated protection

and I'll deal with your
fucking lawyers later.

H5 has a spare cell. You can
be placed there in the morning.

I also suggest you put on the teal.

Don't think I'll be here that long...

unfortunately.

"Always demonstrates a winnin' attitude

and consistently exceeds expectation.

Her proficiency in data analysis

is only surpassed by her
excellent communication skills."

- Oh! Oh! Ha-ha.
- Oh, ha-ha.

You're a cunning linguist.

You're a dirty bird.

- Red or white, darling?
- I'll stick with red, eh?

Cab Sav? Pinot? Oh, hang on.

Shiraz.

I saw Mike Pennisi today,

at a cafe where I get my lunch.

Shit. Did he see you?

We grabbed a coffee together.

You what?

It was... it was fine.

Franky, that's a breach of your parole.

What, and back staying with you, isn't?

- Well, what if he reports you?
- He won't! He was...

he was good.

You know, it helped us, Gidge.

I feel like a weight's been lifted.

I feel free.

Attention, all staff.

Available officer to
Admissions for escort.

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- Are you happy about that?
- The thimble?

- Thimble. What are you?
- Dog.

- Right, Sonia's turn.
- Hey, look who's back!

Oh, darlin'.

Oh, lovey. It's good to
have you back with us.

Hey.

It's good to see you, Allie.

- How're you feeling?
- Yeah.

Yeah?

Come here.

We were so worried
about you, weren't we?

Allie.

Thank God you're back.

I'm so sorry about Bea, kiddo.

Ferguson's just been
put back into General.

- What?
- Some bureaucratic bullshit.

Bullshit's frickin' right!

But she will never get close to you.

You will always be
protected, isn't that right?

- Oh, yes.
- Yeah.

Thanks, guys.

I just need some time
alone, if that's okay.

You take all the time you need, love.

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- Hello?
- Francesca.

It's... it-it's Mike, er, Pennisi.

Are you there?

How'd you get this number?

It... it was so great
talking to you, ah yesterday.

I was just... I was
hoping we could, um...

meet for another coffee?

Ah, Mike, it was terrific
seein' ya, but, um...

unfortunately, we can't do that again.

Why not?

'Cause it's a parole violation.

Well, that didn't seem
to bother you yesterday.

Yeah, well, like I said,
it was great seein' ya...

You know, seein' you was great,
but we can't. It was a one-off.

Right. Well, may... maybe we can just
chat, er... er... er... over the phone?

Nuh.

No, I'm really sorry, but, um,
just please don't call me again.

Hey, Mr Strathairn, can I

- talk to you about some...
- Subpoena for the Begley file.

You've got 20 minutes to
get that to the Registry.

Yeah, I'm on it.

And then that.

One, two.

- Keepin' you up, are we, darl?
- That's enough...

Time for a smoko, Brenda.

Bring her here.

- What's happening?
- Same old shit, different day.

Get it over with.

You think it's that easy?

I stick your hands in this thing

and all is forgiven?

Bea Smith attacked me,

with a weapon. I had no
choice but to defend...

- Shut the fuck up!
- myself, and you all know it!

You're going to kill me, right
here, hm, in front of everyone?

Well, that's the way things
might have gone down in the past.

Not anymore.

From now on,

there'll be no women committing
acts of violence against women

in this prison.

We lost Bea Smith to violence.

You know, the last
thing Bea said to me...

was, "Don't let them down."

I don't plan to.

The violence ends now.

Ferguson's invisible.

No one so much as talks
to her, looks at her,

spits at her...

or touches her.

She's a ghost.

Doesn't exist.

These are my rules.

Make it known.

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Someone should fuckin' kill her.

- You heard what Kaz said, Booms.
- You want her dead too, Maxie.

Someone's gotta do it.

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- Booms. Booms!
- Booms!

- Booms, please.
- Here's the Freak.

Just remember, she's a ghost.

I'll make her a fuckin' ghost.

Fuck off!

- Ugh!
- Allie! Christ.

Aaargh!

Argh!

Ugh!

- Get up!
- Fuck!

- Get up!
- Get up!

This is Sierra 8.

We have a Code Blue
in the exercise yard.

Argh!

Get off!

Oof!

Go, Allie!

Ugh!

Ugh!

Who's next?!

Come on!

Attention, compound.
Attention, compound.

This is a code blue.

All prisoners return to your cells.

All prisoners return to your cells.

Get out!

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- I am slotting you right now.
- For what?

You put four prisoners in the Medical
Unit. You snapped someone's arm.

You would be a more
effective manager, Vera,

if you gathered facts
before making accusations.

Four prisoners put
themselves into Medical

when they attacked me,

- without provocation.
- Let me guess.

- Self-defence?
- Why don't you ask the officer

on duty in the yard,
if you don't believe me?

Officer Murphy?

Oh, it's true, Governor.

The other prisoners attacked Ferguson.

- She just defended herself.
- Why didn't you step in?

Oh, and get my neck broken?
Nuh, you don't pay me enough.

Get out!

I warned you this would happen.

If you constantly have to defend
yourself, you've proved my point.

- You have to go into Protection.
- No.

Then, I can't be responsible
for what happens to you.

You have your certificate of absolution.

- Frame it.
- I hope you do die.

I could have been out of your hair.

Now look at the trouble you're in.

So, what are you gonna do
about what happened in the yard?

Yeah, you're top dog, right?

You know it was actually Allie and
the girls that attacked Ferguson?

So you're gonna punish Allie?

- You gotta take the Freak down.
- What Ferguson did to Allie

and the others is punishment enough.

Ooh, if you want to stay top dog, Kaz,

it's dangerous to play favourites.

- Yeah, Bea never did.
- Yeah.

- Well, I'm not Bea. The days...
- You got that right.

of the top dog bashing women
to keep control are over, Liz.

It will take time to change
the way you girls think in here,

but I am determined to make that happen.

- Sheesh!
- Change my thinking?

Eh, good luck.

Attention, compound.

Attention, compound.
Phones are now available...

- Chicken shit, all of 'em.
- See how they went...

Oi, fussy pants. You missed hot dogs.

And a dose of gastro-oesophageal
reflux? I'll survive.

- Hey, is Maxie back from hospital yet?
- No.

Oh, kettle's just boiled,
Liz. Cup of tea'd be nice.

Righty-oh.

- Not long now, eh?
- A week.

Oh... You got a lot of stuff to read.

Mm, you don't become a success by
leaving everything to chance, Doreen.

I need to be across everything.

Some people think I'm a
complete control freak.

Oh, Liz? The Fruitalicious, please.

I am not a lawyer

and I have a blue-chip defence team,

but even I can see their
case against me's weak.

You should be rapt. You'll
definitely be getting off, then.

Barring any last-minute surprises.

Thank you, Liz.

Maxie, hey!

How was chemo?

As far as chemo goes, it was fine.

What's up?

I do have some news for you all.

No fuckin' way!

If you try and come in here, I
will smash your fuckin' tits in!

Booms, I don't have any
tits to smash in, remember?

Open the door.

No! You're not coming in here!

You're not gonna...
ah, pack a fuckin' bag!

I'm not going today. I'm
not going until next week.

- What's going on?
- Nah, Boomer's just a bit upset.

No, you're not going nowhere.

No, if you leave me, I will
go fuckin' bunta. I will!

- Why's she goin' off?
- Maxine's being transferred.

Where?

Barnhurst.

They're better equipped to
facilitate the treatment.

- It's only for a couple of months.
- It's not gonna happen!

Do you want me to get the pepper spray?

Why don't you let me talk to her?

Why talk when there's
pepper spray, Stevens?

Poke an angry bear and you
risk making it angrier. Susan?

- Open the door.
- Piss off!

I want Maxie to stay.

And I want to come in for
a chat. Now, open the door.

Well... just you,

not Maxie.

Okay.

It's not bloody fair!

What, to who? You or Maxine?

To both of us! We love each other!

And you want her to get better?

- Well, uh, der!
- Then, stop being so bloody selfish.

What?

No walls, no bars,

open spaces.

If moving to Barnhurst for
a spell improves her chances

of getting over the cancer, then
what are you complaining about?

'Cause I just...

I just want Maxie to be here with me.

Course you do. We all do.

Listen, I know it's hard
losing someone you love.

I lost my best friend. Do you
see me carry on like a big baby?

- No.
- No.

Because my problems pale,
in comparison with hers.

She's dead. She don't have

- no problems.
- That's right,

whereas Maxine's alive.

And where there's life...

there's always hope.

It's ju...

it's...

It's just that everyone I love...

just leaves me.

Attention, compound.
Attention, compound.

All women to report to
assigned work duties.

Do you think Bea would
want to see you like this?

I owe it to her.

The only thing taking revenge will
do is earn you a life sentence.

I just don't understand how it happened.

It was... it was like she knew.

Knew what?

What Ferguson did to me.

Allie, Bea claimed you were
the victim of a hot shot.

Are you saying that's what happened?

She did know?

Did Bea tell you that?

It seemed like a... bogus accusation

- at the time without any proof.
- Fuck.

Oh, fuck!

Oh, fuck!

It's true.

Ferguson attacked me in the shower.

She stuck a needle of gear in my neck.

She was being guarded in a
locked Medical Holding Cell.

- How did she get out?
- You tell me!

Hey, they're all clean.

- I just haven't emptied it.
- Hey?

Oh, shit.

Doesn't matter. They
can go through all again.

You're off with the fairies tonight.

- Am I?
- Mmm.

You thinking about Bea?

Yeah.

I know it's a clich�, but
time does heal all wounds.

Could have been me.

Nuh.

You always had hope.

And we're alive and we're happy

- and I'm loving my life.
- Mmm.

Going to go to bed early
tonight. What about you?

I'll be there soon. Hmm?

Okay.

Bon app�tit, Francesca.

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Mr Stewart!

See you, guys.

Everything all right?

Did Ferguson hot shot
Allie Novak in the showers?

- What?
- D...

I have reason to suspect she did.

Given she was locked in a
Medical Holding Cell at the time,

it suggests that the officer on
duty was in some way was complicit.

I just checked the roster, Jake.

You were watching Ferguson
at the time of the attack.

Are you accusing me, Vera?

The shift you're talking about,
I had a telephone appointment

with the real estate guy
over my microbrewery site.

I swapped with Murphy.

She was watching Ferguson, not me.

I'm...

I'm... I'm just trying to
figure out what happened.

It's okay. You're just doing your job.

That you, Linda?

Shit.

So much for the prison smoking ban.

Sorry, Governor.

Novak's apparent overdose.

- What can you tell me about it?
- Novak?

You were covering the Medical
Holding Cells at the time, correct?

Did you or did you not take
over Mr Stewart's shifts?

Ah, yeah, yeah, that's right. He
asked me to swap with him. Why?

- You let Ferguson out of her cell.
- What?!

You gave her access to the
showers to assault Novak.

You then wiped the footage
from the hard drive.

- No way.
- What is your association

with Ferguson, Ms Murphy?

- I don't have one.
- I don't believe you.

I babysat her when she got
here from Sinclair, remember?

Perhaps you got a little
too close to her for comfort.

Look,

I took a couple of smoko
breaks during that shift.

I wasn't watching her the whole time.

How many times have you left
your post for a smoko break?

Get back to work!

Francesca!

Ha! That's synchronicity.

I was just going to the...

- cafe. I thought you might want...
- What's with the photos, Mike?

- What photos?
- Stop playing games.

Are you blackmailing me?

No. God, no. No, I just... I just
wanted your attention, that's all.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Just...
I just think, after everything...

you owe me a little bit of your time.

- I can't be seen with you.
- Why...

- 'cause of my face?
- Because of the law!

Now, I'm sorry for everything,
but we can't do this.

Yeah, I actually don't
think you're terribly sorry.

- I gotta go to work.
- Hey?!

Stay the fuck away from me!

Just fuck off!

Franky!

Yeah.

Erin Begley's affidavit.

You haven't redacted her
confidential information.

- Shit.
- Tell me you haven't lodged this

- with the Family Court.
- Not yet.

Bloody fix it before you do.

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Do you think it's that easy?

Do you think you can just ignore me

and tell me to fuck off, Francesca?

What do you want from me, Mike?

I want you to understand
what you've done.

I want you to understand
what it's like to be me.

Well, how am I supposed to do that?

Just give me some of your attention.

We can't have any contact.

I told you that. It's
a breach of my parole.

So is not living in
your registered address.

You... you can get into a lot of
hot water for that, couldn't you?

You could go back to jail and
your prison psych girlfriend,

she'd lose her job, maybe
even her licence to practice.

- Mike, please. Listen to me...
- No, you listen to me.

You don't think I haven't got a

fuck-load more photographs
of the two of you?

Your little happy life is about
to come crumbling down, Franky.

Mike?

Mike?

Oh.

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Mike?

Mike, you there?

Please, I just want to apologise.

Argh!

Argh!

Arrgh!

Ugh!

Ugh!

Ugh!

Ugh!

Fuck!

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Read it.

What's this?

It's a statement.

It says you were negligent on
the day of Bea Smith's murder.

You misplaced your swipe card,

probably when you were on one of
your unauthorised cigarette breaks.

Smith found that card and used
it to enter a restricted area.

But I didn't lose my card.

Really?

Then how do you explain this?

That's the door Smith used
to access no man's land...

with your card.

Oh, no, this is rubbish.
Someone's set me up.

Well, you can try that
excuse with the Board,

but I highly doubt it will work.

Signing this statement's the
best outcome for everyone.

- I'm not bloody signing that.
- Let me explain to you, Ms Murphy,

what will happen if you don't.

The alternative is that
I contact the police,

inform them of my suspicion
that Ferguson gave Novak

a hot shot, and that you
were complicit in the assault.

- That's bullshit and you know it.
- Then who wiped the CCTV?

Either way, you are
finished at Wentworth.

Leaving your post on multiple occasions?

That alone is a sackable offence.

You can admit your card went missing,

leave with a reprimand,
continue your corrections career,

possibly interstate. Or...

you can go out as the central figure

in an attempted murder investigation

with your life and career in tatters.

Ms Miles, would you
escort Ms Murphy out?

You okay?

I want you to take over
the monitoring of Ferguson.

Righto.

- I've sussed out Vera.
- And?

She let Smith out, didn't she?

No.

You're wrong, Joan.

I'm 100% certain Vera
had nothing to do with it.

Hey, I've been trying to call Fessler
and I can't get through to her.

She's stuck in court all day,
fighting a notice of motion.

Hey, look. Can I talk to you
about somethin'? It's important.

Miles Strathairn.

Yeah, yeah, give me the details.

Yeah, of course.

Yeah, I've heard that before.

How, ah, how old is he?

- Just there.
- Yeah. Any record?

- Francesca Doyle?
- Mmm.

I'm Senior Detective Ansari with
the Crime Investigation Unit.

We have a warrant for your arrest
for the murder of Michael Pennisi.

I must inform you

- that you do not have to say anything.
- I'll call you back.

But anything you say,
may be given as evidence.

You have the right to communicate
with or attempt to communicate

with a friend or relative to inform
that person... or legal practitioners...

you have the right to communicate...
the right to communicate...

the right to communicate...

Sync & Corrections by PetaG