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Well, we got your test results back, Liz.

You've developed a type of younger-onset dementia.

Someone out there's tipped off the cops.

I want you to find out who it is. I want them shut down.

- What the fuck! That's my phone. - All right. Stop.

- What are you gonna do about it, Top Dog? - We'll sort this in the laundry.

I need you to interrupt something in the laundry after work.

Any second, Mr Jackson will walk through that door,

just as he did when you fought Kosta.

Just tell me what it is. I might be able to help, OK?

Oh, God! You can't bring him back!

I know. OK? I know.

I really should've killed you instead of Gilmour.

Sonia Stevens, your conversation with Liz Birdsworth was recorded.

I am now charging you with the murder of Sharon Gilmour.

- Argh! - Argh!

I killed Sonia Stevens.

♪ You don't know me, when I don't know you ♪

♪ You don't know me, when I don't know you ♪

♪ You're calling me in, you're catching me out ♪

♪ You're calling me in, you're catching me out ♪

♪ You're calling me in, you're catching me out ♪

♪ You don't know me, when I don't know you ♪

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If you're gonna load it, throw long.

Use your reach, weight on the front foot.

Snap it back. Don't drop it!

Elbows in, it's not a bloody chicken wing. Oi!

This is not a brick either. It's a whip, yeah?

So, snap and crack, snap, snap. Yeah? Come on.

Better.

The jab,

it's not as sexy as the hook or the uppercut,

but it's your bread and butter.

You can punch, push, parry, feint,

create openings for that big bloody right cross of yours.

Two weeks, no visit..

are you avoiding me?

I just had a few things going on.

Bit of a mess to clean up.

- Allie taking care of Liz? - Yeah.

- Has word got out about the dementia? - Not as far as I know,

but... can't stay a secret forever.

What happened to you on the roof?

You know what happened.

I had to be Top Dog.

And now I have to live with it.

Got your way at last, eh?

Marie.

News on Danny's killer.

One of Danny's friends, he posted photos of a bar online.

- So? - Danny was there

the night he was attacked.

I'm getting copies brought in.

We identify everyone at the bar,

- go through them one by one. - Mmm...

yes, yes. Someone's got to know something. Well done.

- Sugar Tits! - Mighty Mouse!

Ta-da!

Ten functioning fingers and a tongue.

You my perfect woman.

Hey, thank you for the past couple of weeks.

You know, cuttin' up my food, makin' my bed.

Helping you in the shower.

Yeah, that was tough, especially.

But maybe I had an ulterior motive.

Oh, really?

- What would that be? - Life's too short.

Let's not fuck around, eh?

Let's fuck.

That's, um... that's a nice offer.

$20 for a foot massage, that's a nice offer.

I like you, too,

- but... - But what?

Is it 'cause I have parole soon?

Allie?

- How's the hand? - Nearly healed.

- Look, Bubba, I, um... - Look, Kaz, it... it's fine.

We don't need to rake over old coals.

- That was a burn joke. - A shit one.

How's Liz?

- Lizzie? - Yeah?

Look who's here.

Oh, hello, Kaz.

- Hello, love. Oh! - Hi.

Hey, where have you been?

- In the slot. - Oh...

Boomer.

We're not gonna have any issues, are we?

Why?

'Cause you threw Sonia off the fuckin' roof?

- She kind of deserved it, Booms. - I don't give a fuck

- what you all think. - Well, you should!

On the roof, she was this close

to smashing Liz's head in with a fucking wrench.

No.

Yes.

She was fuckin' good to me.

Sonia's dead?

You pushed her.

That's right, Liz. I pushed her.

Good.

I'm not well, am I?

No, honey.

- But I'm here... - Yeah.

and I'm gonna take care of you.

What do you want?

Oh, I heard Fight Club's back on.

- You heard wrong. - Ah, nuh, ah, ah...

Nuh, don't bullshit a bullshitter, eh?

Since Kaz's been in the slot, you've been doing fights again. I know.

Yeah, but you're workshop boss now, right?

Yeah, see that's... that's funny,

'cause you know that Vinegar Tits fuckin' shut it down.

Well, now I wanna fight.

- You wanna fight? - Yeah.

Nuh, I'm fuckin' great at punchin' tits, all right? So, yeah,

I wanna fight! 'Kay?

Governor Bennett.

Hello.

S'cuse me, Governor, I've got Proctor to see you.

Yep.

Well, what is it?

I'd like a transfer.

- To another prison? - Into H1.

- Really? - There's a spare cell.

Yeah, it's not a hotel!

You can't just request a room closer to the lifts.

You moved Dragovic into Sonia's old digs.

Well, I'm glad you brought up Stevens.

What makes you think I'm in any mood to grant any of your requests?

As far as I'm concerned, Proctor, you shat in your own nest.

Look, Governor, I am here for another 20 years, at least,

so I figured we may as well help each other out when we can.

Oh, yes, because collaborating with top dogs has worked so well for me.

OK. Thank you.

What's wrong with H3?

Liz isn't in it.

I wanna stick close. Keep an eye on her.

Surely, that's in your best interest, too?

Fucking stand still!

Fucking yeah, m...! Oh, motherfucker!

I've been gone for one minute

and you go and do the one thing I warned you not to.

Fuckin' stick it to her, Kaz.

- Yeah! - Go on!

If the women wanna fight, let them fight!

That's right. If you girls wanna take your aggro out on each other,

as long as it's mutual and of your own free will...

- knock yourselves out! - Is this a joke?

No joke.

But no dirty fights. Just no knuckle-dusters.

If I even get a whiff of a dirty player anywhere,

you'll end up... pink mist.

- Hmm? - Sure, Kaz. No problem.

Clean fights for all the women.

Oh, one other thing...

I'll need 50% of all your takings. That's just my cut, as Top Dog.

Sure.

- Sure, Kaz. 40%. - What?

50%, OK.

Well, as you were.

That's it, motherfucker, I'm...!

50%, that's what I've heard.

That doesn't sound like Kaz.

She's letting the women fight for a cut of Kosta's money.

You can ask around if you don't believe me.

I believe you.

Why would you lie to me about something

- like that? - Exactly.

It's just, I don't know. I've known Kaz a long time.

- Yeah, yeah. I know. - Since I was...

Attention, compound. Attention, compound.

Phones are now available for use.

Come on! Get a move on!

Got the photos.

OK, so when... when can we get them in?

I'll put one of the guys on my visitors' list,

but it'll take two days to clear them.

Two days?!

You waited months for this.

What's two more days?

Hey, Ruby?

What's up?

I know what you're doing.

Oh, yeah, and what's that?

You're tryin' to poison Allie against Kaz.

- Allie's a grown-up. - Stay away from her!

Or what? You'll point a bone at her?

I'll break a fuckin' bone.

Big words!

- Oh, you fuckin'...! - Oi! That'll do, ladies!

- Leave it. - Zara, let her go!

Walk away, Mitchell.

Mitchell?!

Mitchell? Can you hear me?

Sierra 6 to Sierra 5, ambulance is here.

Copy that. We're on our way.

- Mr Stewart, what's goin' on? - Back away, Connors.

- What's happened? - She fell down the stairs.

Had some sort of a fit. I said back away, please!

Governor Bennett.

This is Governor Bennett!

Hello?

Governor, Mitchell's arrived back from hospital. Discharge papers.

Nurse Shen said you need to look at them immediately.

Have you seen these?

No, but the doctor briefed me when we picked her up.

- Is she in Medical? - Yep.

Oh, could you get IT to have a look at my phone? The direct line?

- I think it's playing up. - Yes, Governor.

How you feeling, Mitchell?

Hundred percent, Governor.

But, you see, Nurse Shen, over there,

wants to keep me all to herself.

Well, she has your best interests at heart.

- We all do. - Yeah?

So, then, open the front door and let me out of here!

You have a history of epilepsy.

It's not on your prisoner file.

Must have forgot to tell you.

- It's no big deal. - We need to know these things.

We have to be prepared if you have a seizure like you did yesterday.

That wasn't a seizure.

- I just tripped and banged my head. - Right.

I've seen the MRI scan and I have read the specialist's report.

That shit's confidential.

Not if it relates to a duty-of-care issue.

We need to be across it. All of my staff do.

Shit.

Now, in light of these results...

you shouldn't be boxing.

You can't tell me how to spend my rec time.

No.

No, you're right. No, I can't...

but I can make recommendations...

and I can be certain

that you understand the implications of your actions.

Do you, Mitchell?

Do you understand?

You moving in?

Yeah, near Liz.

Ah, word is you're takin' 50% of Kosta's Fight Club.

Yep.

What the fuck is going on with you, Kaz?

What happened on the roof?

I was protecting Liz.

You took it a little far, don't you think?

- I had to make a choice, Bubba. - What...?

To add 15 years to your sentence?!

To finally be the kinda leader

- these women need me to be. - What kind of leader is that?

One who lets the women bash each other up?

Better that than shivving each other.

And you're making money from this?

Yep!

It's going to the Red Right Hand.

We're setting up a halfway house for new parolees,

to help break the drug and prostitution cycle

that people like Marie prey upon.

You know, they're saying that Marie and Drago

pushed Ruby down the stairs.

What does Marie say about that?

I don't know. I haven't seen her to ask.

Guess I'll have to do that, then.

Think I know where she'll be.

Not who you were expecting?

Now, you look different.

I... I can't... can't quite put my finger on it.

Have you done something different to your hair?

Did you push Ruby Mitchell down the stairs?

Me? Oh, my...

Come on.

That little ball of muscle?

- I'm a pussycat, Kaz. - OK.

Did you get Drago to push her down the stairs?

Was a schoolyard scuffle.

Mr Stewart, he broke it up, Ruby had a fit...

fell down the stairs. Whoops.

Hey! Kosta... I wanna fight.

- You deaf? I said I wanna fight. - Shit, why don't you say it a bit louder?

- Don't think the guards in J Block heard ya! - Fuck the guards!

Hey! OK!

- When do you wanna fight? - Today, tomorrow, I don't give a shit.

- Just make it happen. - OK, baby! I'll set it up.

You and the Big Boom. Pooooow! Head-to-head.

Hey? Good to have you back in the game.

*** out of this.

Keep takin' those bets girls.

Time's up. Back to your cells.

Got a fight on?

Maybe? Why, you wanna bet?

Maybe. Depends who's scrapping.

Boomer. 5/1 against.

Dollar fifty on Ruby.

Mitchell?

You want some of that action?

Hundred on Jenkins.

I'll take that bet.

- So, the boys treat you OK? - Yeah, good.

- How was Troy? - Yeah, he was good.

- Hey, I'll talk to you later. Catch ya. - OK.

- Hey. - Hey.

Well, you...

almost look human now.

Yeah.

- Uh, ah, about what happened, um... - It's OK.

Won't happen again. It's cool.

Thank you.

Hey, um...

Kaz seems to be a bit shitty with me.

She blames me about what happened to Ruby now.

Should I worried about her?

I don't know any more.

So, some of the officers know, but I need everybody across it.

Can't they operate?

Not where it is, apparently.

Governor Bennett.

Hello?

Who is this?

Who is this?!

Attention, compound. Attention, compound.

15 minutes to lockdown.

Attention, compound. Attention, compound.

15 minutes to lockdown. All prisoners return to your units

- for the count. - Come on, you lot.

- Hear the announcement, Novak? - Yeah, comin', Smiles, just...

combing out the knots.

You gotta stop the fight.

What fight?

Mitchell's fighting Jenkins. It's set for tomorrow.

There's nothing I can do. If Ruby wants to fight...

I sure as hell can't stop her.

But you have to.

Ruby's...

Ruby's what?

- Ruby's what? - Fuck it.

She's got a brain aneurysm.

How do you know?

It was picked up in her MRI yesterday, at the hospital.

Apparently, one hard blow to her head and that thing'll pop. Then gone.

I'm off, mate. You?

- Nah, pulled a double. - Yeah?

Is that a good idea?

Keeps my mind off shit.

Right. Fair enough.

Hey, uh, just been talking to Vera, she's, um, had a few, um...

hang-ups in the last couple of days.

- Hang-ups? - Well, you know. Prank calls.

She reckons she had a prowler, um, outside her house the other night.

Seriously?

Are you up for a chat?

Not really.

You can't fight tomorrow.

Boomer the Bigmouth, eh?

Doesn't matter...

I'm fighting and that's it.

You can't.

Allie, you're cute and all, but...

- I'll do what I want, you know? - Even if it kills you?

What the fuck...?

Who told you that?

- You know that's my private bloody business. - It doesn't matter who told me.

The only thing that matters is that you can't fight.

Boxing is all I have. Without boxing, I... I might as well be dead.

That's bullshit!

Nothing's worth dying for!

Isn't it?

You ask me, there's plenty worth dying for.

I'm not gonna live my life being afraid.

Fuck that shit.

I've probably been livin' with this thing for fuckin' years

- and it hasn't killed me yet. - Yeah, but it could...

tomorrow.

If I die, I die...

but without boxing, I'll have nothing.

- I'm nothing. - No, no, you...

you're not nothing! You are an amazing, smart...

funny, beautiful woman.

It's my choice.

So, choose me.

I can't fall for another woman with a death wish.

So, that's your choice, Mighty Mouse.

Choose fighting or choose me.

- Vera. Sorry! - Oh, shit!

- Oh, Christ! - I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you off.

What are you doing here?

Well, Will told me about your prowler and the phone calls.

And that?

Huh.

J... well, just...

let me look around, check the locks. For my own peace of mind.

Windows are secure.

Everything is locked up, snug as a bug.

Cheers.

It's just stupid, but when I saw that dead magpie, I thought...

Just... never mind.

Is that new?

Vera.

Don't.

Look, I know you don't believe me...

but I still love you.

- Jake... OK... - I wanna look after you.

- that's, that's... - I want to protect you.

It's you.

What?

It's you.

You've been doing all this, the...

outside my window, the phone calls, the dead bird...

- What are you talking about? - All this stalker shit, it has been you.

- You've been doing it for this. - For what?!

To scare me back into your arms. You are f...

You are unbelievable! And I am...

so, so stupid to fall for it,

to invite you back into my house. You're like a va...

- a vampire. Would you get out. - Vera...

- please listen. - Just get out! Just get out!

- I love you! - Then why are you fucking Radcliffe?!

Is that why you fired her?

Jake, get out of my house, before I call the police.

Oh, God!

All we need now is a cigarette.

How are you feeling, hm?

The demons gone?

Thanks to you.

That's what you do.

Oh, so, what does that make me, then,

- your shrink or your exorcist? - I don't know what to call you.

How about Marie?

Marie.

So, Will...

have you done this before...

fucked a prisoner?

Never.

Me neither.

You know there's a rumour that Kaz lags to you.

Not true.

Late night?

Oh, it's just hard to sleep in here with so many weird noises.

I sleep like a Baba.

How do you sleep?

In the same unit as you...

with one eye open.

- What? - Hey...

where's Ruby this mornin'?

Obviously too shit-scared to show her face.

You know, before the big fight.

I thought Ruby was your mate.

It's not personal, Kaz. It's business, all right?

I'll go easy on her.

Yeah, right!

See you out there.

Um, look, um, this arrangement of ours,

I think it's best for you if you put a hold on it for now.

It's... it's too dangerous for you and I can't help you.

Oh, um... I forgot to tell you. It's, um, finished.

I don't need you any more.

Xie xie!

Nah, I reckon she's gone.

Wong Zhou, 500 on Boomer, 3 to 1.

Where the fuck is the bloody munchkin?

Well, what is this, a-a fuckin' no-show?

- Yeah, I'll fight the big fat bitch. - Oh, piss off!

Fuck it! I'll go and get her.

Drag her by the short and bloody curlies if I have to. Move!

You move! Fuckin' troll!

Oi! Rube?

Come and get your scrawny little ass out here...

- Oh, far out! - What do you want, Boomer?!

Oh, yeah, uh...

You gonna fight me today or not?

Get out!

- Is that a yes or a no? - No!

Right. Right.

- Thanks, Liz. - Thanks, Liz.

What am I bloody doing? I still want my cut.

- Hey, no fight, no cut. - But that's not my bloody fault!

- Oh! - OK, let me tell ya...

Ruby ditched the fight

'cause she was too busy bumpin' uglies with Allie, OK?

Burned my fuckin' eyes,

and now she don't wanna do a rematch.

- So, what... - Fuck!

Wh... H... hey?!

Good, you got them.

Booms.

Ah-ha.

What? It was just a couple of fuckin' biscuits.

Oh, for f... f...!

What?!

You bang on how everyone you love always leaves you,

Bea, Franky, Maxine.

- Sonia. - Sonia didn't love you.

- Liz loves you. - No, she doesn't!

She's still here, and all you do is treat her like shit.

'Cause Liz is shit! She's a fuckin' lagger!

Is that all she is to you, Booms?

- After everything? - Yeah.

She is the closest thing to a mum you've got.

Nah, see, you don't... you don't fuckin' know.

She is fuckin' with me head,

all right? She's playing bloody mind games with me. So...

She's got dementia.

Yeah!

Her brain is dying.

What?

Liz is gonna need us, Booms.

All of us.

Dementia, like, you, um...

- You mean like old people? - Exactly.

She's not playing mind games with you.

She just...

forgets what's happened.

- What the fuck?! - You need to come with me.

- Marie wants to talk to you. - I don't give a fuck! Argh!

Piss off!

Oh! Ugh!

Hey, Ruby,

we need to have a little chat.

This about Allie?

No, hon.

It's not about Allie.

Now, sweetheart, I'm gonna show you again.

Now tell me who they are, OK? I want names.

- Who are they? - I told you I don't... I can't remember.

- Ugh! Argh! - So you don't know. OK.

All right. Now... now, this...

this is you, yes?

Is that you? Is that fucking you?!

Yeah? This is you here, and this is Danny Winter.

So, you were at the bar, so tell me...

you tell me who all these people are.

- I dunno... I dunno, I just... - Who's that guy behind you, hm?

Argh! I was in the bar with Shelley and I don't know who he is.

All right, did you see who Danny left with?

- I don't... I don't know who they are. - Did you see who he was with?

Because he was attacked the block away from here.

I was only there for an hour,

I left early. Argh!

Ow! Argh!

An hour early, you said. Now look at that fucking clock!

An hour. Is that right? You left early? Well, look at that.

You fuckin' look at that clock. Now what does that say?

That is before midnight. You are still there.

- Now what are you hiding? - I can't remember!

- Don't fuckin' lie! - I can't remember.

Ugh!

- What's goin' on? - Quick, shut the door!

We don't want the screws coming in.

What are you doin' to her?

- Trying to make her talk. - Ugh! Oh!

- About what?! - She was at the same bar

with my boy the night he was attacked.

- She might know something. - I can't remember. I can't remember.

- Hup! - Huh-mm!

She doesn't remember!

She doesn't know anything!

She's tellin' the truth.

How can you be so sure?

She's my sister.

- What? - My real sister.

She's my blood.

So, I'm sorry. I don't understand this.

Why didn't you say something before?

This is prison, Marie, people use that shit against you.

Yeah, yeah, they do. But she's still lying about that bar.

- She must remember something. - No, she doesn't!

She's got a brain injury, OK?

From a car crash when she was a kid.

It fucks with her memory. I'm tellin' you the truth.

OK.

I believe you.

Untie her.

- She's playing us, Marie... - I said untie her!

Family's important.

- I get it. - Yeah.

Oh!

Rubes.

Any sharp pain when I do that?

OK, good.

No broken ribs.

I didn't know he was dead.

I went to that bar with Shelley...

my woman.

I didn't see her for a while...

and then I found her...

crying.

That bastard.

The bastard, he raped her.

Later, I...

I saw him down at the car park and...

he was spewin' up.

I confronted him, and I-I said...

I said, "I know..."

"I know what you fuckin' did!"

"I know what you fuckin'... I know what you fuckin' did."

And he...

he just... he just laughed at me.

I saw red and I...

I lashed out.

Oh, fuck.

I just belted him and I ran.

I didn't know who he was. I...

I didn't know he was Danny Winter.

I just...

I just thought he was some arsehole creep.

Fuck!

I didn't even know he was dead until today.

It was me.

I killed him.

You tell no-one about this.

You never speak of it again, ever,

not even to Allie.

Allie?

She's too close to Marie.

You hear me?

'Cause I'm gonna protect you.

Always.

That's my promise to you...

my little Kangaruby.

- Hey. - Hey.

How is she?

That was kind of ugly, I'm sorry. Uh...

- Zara's... - Is Zara...?

We good?

You did the right thing keeping that a secret.

Information's power.

- In here. - Everywhere.

Got a lot of enemies, Rita. How do you think I control them?

What?

You got, like, dirt files or somethin'?

Yeah, that's exactly what I got.

- I still don't trust her. - Oh...

I'm not interested in your jealousy, Zara.

Only one thing matters to me,

that's finding the bastard who killed my son, so focus on that.

One, two, three, four, five.

Liz?

Hm?

Sonia knows you're Witness X.

Sonia's dead, you fat cow.

And she took you for a ride too.

I know.

Jake?!

Jake!

I know you're there!

J...!

- Hey, Vera. - Will, it's Jake!

- What? - Jake is the prowler!

He's been... he's been doing all of it!

OK, Vera, where are you?

He's here now. I am outside my house.

He's just thrown a bloody brick through my window!

Vera, listen. That... that's impossible.

No, it is. I know it is him.

- He is here now! - It can't be him.

Vera, I'm standing right next to him. We're at work.

OK, listen, go inside, lock the doors. We're on our way.

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