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You got any history with Joan Ferguson?

She's being released back into General.

I want you to protect her.

I don't want her anywhere near Reb.

I suppose it gets down to how much Reb wants that top surgery.

I want to know what Joan Ferguson did.

I want to remember.

Will you help me?

You're being extradited to the States.

The US. are initiating proceedings against you.

Dad, it's me. They want to extradite me.

Dad?

You must be such a disappointment.

- What the fuck was that? - I don't know, I lost it.

- Is there any sign of who did this? - No.

- Did you tell Allie? - No, no, I didn't tell her.

Boomer.

Rubes, she's really fucked up at the moment.

You know what you've done!

I don't-- I can't remember.

You stabbed Bea to death.

Do you remember hot-shotting me, you fucking psychopath!

No, no, no!

Open the fuckin' door!

Let us out! Let us out!

Open the fuckin' doors!

Fuckin' screws!

Go back to bed, will ya?

- Let us out! - Come on!

Come on!

Open the fucking doors!

Ferals are restless.

Sounds like they're tripping.

Doubt it.

Locked up for three days.

Haven't moved any bloody stock.

- Do they always carry on like this? - No.

We're just all going a bit stir crazy with this lockdown.

Certainly creates a lot of pent-up aggression.

Eventually that's gotta go somewhere.

What are you doing, Top Dog?

Fuckin' do something!

You're fucking useless!

You call yourself Top Dog!

God, I am so over toast and two-minute noodles.

Ya fuckin' screws!

Novak?

Governor wants to see you.

What are you doing about it?

Hey, hey, Mr. Stewart?

How's Ms. Reynolds?

Fuckin' shit house!

Hey, why aren't they talking to us?

Boomer, what if she's in a bad way?

We should have just fessed up.

It's too late for that now.

Well, we should at least tell Allie.

And put her in a position where she has to choose

between us and the other women?

- Is that fair to her? - They're going off.

- Listen to them. - Do you want to cop an assault charge?

No.

No, I'll...

I'll say that it was me.

I bashed her.

We'll keep Rubes out of it.

- Boomer-- - Yes.

They'll isolate you, Boomer. They'll force you to spill everything.

How it's going to look if it gets out now?

We're in Allie's crew. Everyone will blame her.

We have to stay strong, for Allie's sake.

The hospital says she's stable, but with the concussion, a punctured lung

and broken ribs, they have to keep her in for a few more days.

Well, we can't maintain this lockdown much longer.

Well, we have to, until we identify Ann's attacker.

The police have come up with nothing, Vera.

Nobody's talking.

Someone will crack, eventually.

Maybe they all thought Ann had it coming.

- Are you saying she deserved it? - Of course not.

But, given all her cutbacks,

I mean, are you really surprised this has happened?

Come in!

- Got Novak. - Thank you.

You got a name for me yet?

It is inhumane to keep us locked down like this--

Let's talk about inhumane, shall we?

- Without proper food, rec time, showers-- - I will lift the lockdown

when you give me the GM's attacker.

I've told you, I don't know who it is.

And even if you did, you wouldn't lag.

I would encourage them to come forward for the benefit of the women,

but I can't do anything if you keep us isolated.

Okay.

I'll agree to partial release.

No phones.

No visitors. No rec time. No showers.

You're allowed out to work and eat, that is it.

Mr. Stewart. Can you tell the staff

to prepare meal service and morning work units, please?

- That's not a compromise. - It's not meant to be.

Find out who put Ann Reynolds in the hospital.

That's the only way this will end.

This is shit!

Baked beans, this is it?

Eat it, or pretend it's Ramadan, Saad.

Either way, clear the line.

Oi!

You should be thanking your Top Dog.

Novak's done fuck-all.

Jack shit.

She's a useless fuckin' Top Dog.

She's done fuck-all.

What'd the Governor want?

What do you think? The GM's basher.

Wants you to lag?

Yeah, right, good luck.

Does anyone know if she's all right?

Mr. Stewart said she's gonna be fine.

Hey, Allie, I was wondering if I can use the phones to call my Dad?

Reckon they'll let us access them?

No phones, no visitors, no rec time, no showers.

What the shit!

Bloody rats have gnawed on 'em.

They're disgusting!

Freak! Freak!

Oil

You eat the fuckin' rat food!

Hold onto your buns, ladies.

- Here ya go! - See an officer for some more rat baits.

If they're good enough for vermin, they're good enough for you lot.

What are we, animals in a fuckin' zoo?

- Jesus! - Fuck!

Kath?

Kath?

Kath!

You like fish?

You know, neurologically speaking, goldfish are quite contentious.

It's their memory.

Some say that it only lasts three seconds, so every lap of the fish tank,

it's like they're discovering a brand-new world.

Personally, I think it's a myth.

I think the truth is they remember a lot more than they let on.

I don't want to continue these sessions.

I'm afraid that's not an option.

I have to give a report on your mental state at the committal

into the murder of the real Kath Maxwell.

I'm Kath Maxwell.

The court has a different opinion.

Well, I won't talk to you.

I won't cooperate.

Can I ask why?

Joan Ferguson was a monster.

Why would I want to remember her?

She was obviously...

pure evil.

I believe that we are all born a blank slate.

None of these kids are inherently good, or bad.

Whatever you know about Joan Ferguson, she wasn't born rotten.

She was as innocent and pure

as any of these children here.

I came to Wentworth with a mandate

to cure recidivism.

That mandate was revoked.

But you, Kath, you present a unique opportunity.

Psychiatric medicine still doesn't truly understand

the psychopathic syndrome.

If we could clear away the muck, I know that I could--

Whose baby is that?

What?

That baby.

Whose is it?

What's she doing here?

- Get her out of there. - Mr. Stewart--

Get her out of here! Now!

Calm down. I meant no harm by it.

You took a prisoner to the creche!

To the corridor outside the creche, as part of her therapy.

You do not use my child as a therapeutic fucking tool.

- This isn't about your daughter. - I don't care.

You brought a prisoner who's been charged with murder

to a part of the prison that's completely out of bounds!

Yeah, I... I was wrong.

I apologize. It will not happen again.

On your feet.

I'm talking you back to your unit.

In breaking news,

police have confirmed that a person of interest

is being questioned in connection

with the infamous True Path Retreat,

where nine people were found dead in 2018.

- It's understood the individual... - Lou!

...whose identity is being withheld by police,

was arrested during a raid

in the state's north-east early this morning.

Truth Path, which described itself

as an alternative health and lifestyle retreat,

was founded by controversial psychiatrist

Brian Mendel in 2012.

The clinic received negative publicity

over the years for Mendel's unorthodox techniques.

Ferguson.

Stay the fuck away from my baby.

That baby's yours?

Jesus, we all fucking stink!

She stinks!

He what?

The creche corridor.

She was five feet away from Grace.

Why would he do that?

I was this close to smashing him in the gob.

He was using our baby to jog that bitch's memory.

Oh, okay.

All right, so you're pissed off at him because he was trying

to cure Ferguson's amnesia.

No.

No, how can you even think that?

This is about Grace.

Okay. Okay.

He'll try and justify it. Don't let him.

Vera, I'm so sorry.

I feel terrible,

but there was never any danger to any of the children.

I would never put your daughter's safety in jeopardy.

It's not just about our daughter.

It's about doing what's right.

Okay, Jake.

It's about having professional standards, mate--

All right, all right!

He has apologized, and I'm sure Dr. Miller won't do it again.

Vera, I just got an email from Corrections

about one of the prisoners, a Reb Keane?

Yeah, what about them?

It's about his top surgery.

If you go near my baby again, I'll kill you myself.

Your baby?

Bullshit!

Jesus, hear her!

Keane?

Your request to apply for top surgery has been granted.

It's just an application at this point,

but apparently, the General Manager has approved the process.

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God, that's amazing.

Okay.

So you've just got to get a tick from Dr. Miller

to proceed to the next stage.

Wait, what?

We need his signature on the application,

so I'll set up a session for you after morning work unit.

- Baby, that is so awesome! - It's bullshit.

Are you kidding me? This is everything. This is...

This is what we wanted. This... It's gonna happen.

I'm not seeing that psych, Lou.

I'm not having him judge me.

- It's not gonna be like that-- - Fuckin' bullshit! Yes, it will.

- Of course it will. - Hey, come on.

I think it's just seeing the news report this morning.

I think it's upset you and...

fuckin' fair enough.

No. No.

What's upset me is having to jump through hoops

to get some therapist's approval.

Okay? I don't need-- I don't need a shrink to tell me what I can

and what I can't do with my body!

I know that. I know that.

That is just how these fuckin' institutions work, and we're stuck here.

We have to play their game.

Who do you think they've arrested?

Who cares? I don't know.

It doesn't matter, 'cause the only thing that matters is that

no one's connected us to that place.

And we don't talk about it any more.

- I've got Keane. - Thanks, Ms. Miles.

Please, have a seat, Reb.

So, you've applied for chest surgery as part of your transition.

The government requires me to sign off on it.

They just want to make sure that your decision is a rational one, yeah?

Mate, I'm trans, not psychotic.

Yeah, of course.

It's just, it's standard criteria

that I'm required to cover, okay?

So, how old were you when you started to identify as male?

Six or seven.

Did you start to dress like a boy at that age as well?

No, um...

my mum wouldn't let me.

When did you start testosterone?

About twelve months ago, I think.

I was just in denial before that.

Let my mum control me and stuff.

Control you how?

Where's your penis? You don't have one, do you?

She... she sent me to a clinic.

Right, and were you offered a diagnosis?

Um... body dysmorphia.

Why do you hate your body?

How do you feel about your body?

It's a beautiful body. You should love your body.

Shouldn't she?

Love your body, Rebecca. It's godly.

- You were made in God's image. - You were born a girl.

Have you ever had an eating disorder?

- You have breasts. - Suffered from depression?

- You have a womb. - Anxiety or substance abuse?

Your hips were built for child-bearing.

Have you ever contemplated suicide?

- Why don't you want to be here? - Reb, please, just talk to me.

Well, I don't know what you want me to say.

Admit to me, you're confused.

- Fuck! - Hey, Reb. Reb!

Reb--

Get your fuckin' hands off me!

You sick fuck!

You're lucky Miller's a soft cock.

If it was up to me, I'd slot you.

What happened with Dr. Miller?

Dick girl lost her shit.

Hey.

Hey, what's going on?

Reb, can I do anything for you?

Yeah, can you just... Can you close the fuckin' door?

Hey, come on.

Hey, you're safe. I'm here.

No one's gonna hurt you.

- Just tell me what happened-- - Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

I'm not going back to him, Lou.

- I am not. - Okay, can you tell me what happened?

It was just like I was back there!

You know, he was so, so like him and it was...

it was the same questions.

He was going on with that fuckin' body dysmorphia bullshit, and I...

I just hit him.

I don't know what happened. I just...

I lashed out, and I hit him,

and like, that's it now, you know?

Like, I have fucked it.

- You haven't-- - No, I have fucked it, Lou.

All right. Okay.

He thinks I'm a nut case, and he is never, ever gonna sign off on my surgery now.

- Do you understand? - Hey, it's gonna be all right.

- Fuck off. - Okay! Hey!

I can fix this.

I can fix this for you, okay?

I just don't think you can fix this one, babe.

Hey, come on.

Do you trust me?

Attention compound, attention compound.

All women to report to assigned work duties.

Dr. Miller, I'm Lou Kelly.

Yes, I know who you are.

Mm-hmm.

Do you know how long Reb's waited for this surgery?

What he's had to go through to get here?

You can't deny him this.

That's not my intention.

Okay, good. So you will sign off on it?

He just wants to take ownership of his own body.

Yes, and I can't approve the procedure

until I'm satisfied

that Reb is psychologically in good health.

Fuck.

It's just meant to be a formality, Miller.

Can you just tick the fucking box?

Kelly!

Back to your mopping.

We got a rat in our unit.

Go get me some of that rat bait that's been laying around the kitchen.

Mm-hmm?

Can I ask who your current internet provider is?

Come on, Rita.

Can you hear me now?

Who're you trying to call?

No, no one. I'm... I was just getting—

One more stuff-up, Mitchell, and you're gone.

What made you choose this provider?

- Hello? - Hi, Gavin.

It's Susan calling from Maynard Market Research.

Susan!

I was starting to think you'd forgotten about me.

Were ya?

Yeah, nah, I just been busy doing...

stuff.

It's bloody great to hear from you.

You know, I've hardly stopped thinking about you.

Novak?

A word, please.

I've been thinking a bit about you too, a bit.

I can offer you a number of different plans and...

Well?

I haven't heard anything.

Are you losing their respect?

The women always look up to the Top Dog when things get bad.

It's only going to get worse for you, Allie.

Tell me something I don't know.

Whatever you have to do

to convince Ann Reynolds' attacker

to come forward, I suggest you do it.

So, like, what's most important to you?

Is it looks, boob size, or personality?

This isn't about laundry detergent, is it?

I'd say... honesty.

No, no, no, no, that's not one of the options.

No, I've been hurt too many times.

Honesty is my number one non-negotiable.

Susan?

- Hey, I-- - No, I'm here.

What's up?

I-- I haven't been totally honest with ya.

Right.

Truth is, I'm in prison.

This whole call center is part of its industries.

Pro... pulse.

How long have you been with this provider?

- I'm calling Grossa Marca... - Does that turn you off?

Not really.

- You serious? - Yeah.

But everything else you said, is that true?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm totally hot.

Cool. Hey, I've always wanted

a hot prison bitch pen pal.

Pen pal.

Cool.

Jeez!

Oh. Sorry.

I'm sorry what happened with Miller. I...

Well, I thought he was a good guy.

He... he genuinely helped me.

Look, um...

It probably wasn't all his fault.

Hey, did you see that, um,

that report on the news this morning,

about the True Paths Retreat?

Where all those people died?

Yeah, it was the clinic I told you about.

Where I met Lou.

It was run by this weird dude.

He called himself a doctor, but fuck knows what he was a doctor of.

He tried to get inside people's heads.

You know, like, made me think that I was...

I was broken.

And I needed fixing.

Is it true there was a mass suicide?

Shit got, um, pretty crazy in the end.

Me and Lou were the only ones who made it out of there alive.

Shit.

I'll drop these off in the laundry.

Okay.

Ferguson?

You done?

Come on!

So hot phone guy wants to become hot pen pal.

You call yourself Top Dog!

So, like, he's gonna write me dirty letters,

and I'm gonna write him dirty letters.

Might need some help with the spelling but, hey.

You're no fucking good!

There's gonna be a full-on riot.

Lou Kelly's giving out acid like she's Santa Claus.

She's stirring up shit.

Allie's gonna cop the brunt of all this.

We gotta say something.

You're right.

I know who bashed Ann Reynolds.

What?

I didn't say anything before because I wasn't up to speed

on these mysterious lagging rules.

But Ruby set me straight.

It's not lagging telling you.

Who was it?

Around the time Ann Reynolds was bashed,

I saw Lou Kelly coming out of the kitchen.

So if the only way to lift this lockdown

is to tell Mr. Jackson who did it,

then fuck it. Just tell him.

Big fuckin' bird!

Here we go.

Hey, Kath.

You got that session with Dr. Miller tomorrow?

When he's not looking, will you just pop this in his cup of tea for me?

What is it?

Strychnine.

That's from that rat bait that you got for me.

I can't.

Yeah, you can.

It will kill him.

Yeah, well, maybe, or it might just make him really fuckin' sick.

Either way, we get a new shrink.

Look.

You're a psychopath.

- No, I'm not. - Get with the program.

I'm not. Please.

I am not that person any more.

Well, you're just gonna have to hook into those impulses.

Trust me, they're down there.

Kelly.

This isn't the bean flickers' coffee club.

Stay in your seat.

Pity.

Oh, come on, I'm just making sure the girls are okay.

Someone here has to give a shit.

Smug bitch deserves to go down.

Lagging's pretty serious.

All right, everybody, listen up.

I'm only gonna say this once.

Whoever bashed Ann Reynolds,

I want you to turn yourself in.

For the sake of all the women, do the right thing.

Just a little heads-up.

I'd think twice about seeing Dr. Miller.

He killed another prisoner in here.

Liz Birdsworth.

Yeah.

Might not have been with his own hands, but he wrongly medicated her,

which drove her crazy and caused her to have a massive stroke.

I've just heard from Ms. Miles

that you're refusing to see Dr. Miller.

Well, the sessions are compulsory, Joan. You know that.

You know, I would have thought seeing Miller would suit

this ridiculous charade of yours.

Why won't you see him?

I heard some unsettling news.

Regarding a prisoner whose death Dr. Miller was responsible for.

All right.

Which prisoner?

Liz Birdsville.

What the hell are you playing at?

It's called running interference.

It is called being a dickhead.

You don't get it, Vera.

You are playing with fire.

I'm trying to protect our future. Grace's future.

We can't let Miller treat her.

- We can't let Ferguson get away with this. - Yes!

We can.

If it gets us off the hook, we can, Vera. We have to.

Joan Ferguson is dead,

and you cannot convince me otherwise.

Let her be, Lou.

Now I know what you were trying to do.

You cannot expect Kath to commit murder for you.

Why don't you just shut your ungrateful fucking mouth.

The only reason that you and Kath are still breathing

is 'cause I am your fucking babysitter!

You will see Miller this morning.

You will put rat poison in his fuckin' Earl Grey.

'Cause if you don't, how long do you reckon it'll be

before they string you back up on that basketball ring?

It's quiet in here.

Go down this list of numbers here, and when they answer,

- you start with the script there. Got it? - Yep.

Just double-click.

Yes.

Kath.

Better late than never.

Please, take a seat.

I'm really glad you had a change of heart.

I was just about to make myself a cup of tea.

Youse are allowed to talk.

Get her in. Get her swipe card!

No, just fuckin' let her go!

- Hey, hey! - Let her go!

Lou, what are you doing?

Come on, Suzie Booms.

We're just trying to have a little bit of fun!

Come on, bitches!

Sierra 7, Code Blue in the laundry.

Repeat, Code Blue in the laundry!

This is the Governor.

We have Code Blues in East 1 and 2 corridors

and the laundry.

All available officers to H Block.

- What is it? - Have a look for yourself.

Are you with me, Mullet?

Take this.

Trash whatever shit you can get your hands on.

Go!

What's going on?

It's okay. I'm sure it's nothing.

Just sit tight, yeah?

This is Sierra 6. Why haven't we ordered a total lockdown?

Linda, what's the problem?

Get in your office and lock the door.

Admissions Corridor has been compromised.

They have at least one swipe card.

All right, we need to call in the Riot Police.

This a coordinated action.

I've isolated the external airlocks, okay?

They're contained. They're just making a mess.

Will, you do not want another siege.

We can use this, Vera.

Get Novak to my office.

Oil

I am in charge here!

I'm Allie's 2IC!

Fuck shit up!

Fuck it up!

Fuck shit up!

- Fuck shit up! Fuck shit up! - Come on, chin up.

Scene of past crimes, eh?

- You think I'm behind this? - This has been carefully planned.

- You must know who's running it. - They just want lockdown lifted.

Do that, and they'll stop kicking off.

- Give me Reynolds' attacker. - This is the creche.

Prisoners have breached the creche corridor, over.

I just wanna eat 'em!

Who's got the swipe?

Back away from the door, Frost.

Fuckin' make us, Nazi bitch.

Stop.

Get back!

- I mean it. - She means it.

All right, everybody settle down!

Let's go. Up against the wall.

Up against the wall. Move it.

This is Sierra 2 to Sierra 3.

The creche is secured, but only just.

Call in the fucking riot police, Will.

I'm gonna have to call them in, Allie.

They're gonna be armed.

Give me Ann Reynolds' attacker.

Put me through to the police.

It was Lou Kelly.

She bashed Ann Reynolds.

Attention compound, attention compound. This is the Governor.

Stop rioting immediately.

The lockdown will be lifted.

I repeat, the lockdown will be lifted,

only if you return to your units immediately for a count.

Yeah!

What'd I fuckin' tell you!

Lou! Lou! Lou!

Lou! Lou! Lou! Lou! Lou! Lou!

I'll just get a guard to take you back, okay?

Bye, Bubba.

Okay, Kath.

The officer will take you back for the count.

Get fucked!

Bullshit! I didn't bash her!

Fuck! It's fucking bullshit!

I didn't fuckin' bash her!

Get off me! I didn't fuckin' do it!

Let me go!

Hello?

Reet.

Aunty Mary, hey.

Hey, little Kangaruby.

It's so great to hear your voice.

Yeah, it's good to hear yours.

Yeah, I was...

I was worried about you.

Where are ya?

That's a good question.

Somewhere hot.

Just had to lay low for a few days until it cools down.

I miss you.

Oh, Roo, you have no idea how much I miss you.

Wish I was there with you now.

Give you a big hug.

Yeah.

Hey, when you go and see Dad, tell him I love him, hey?

Yeah, I will.

And I love you too, Aunty Mary.

I love you, Ruby.

Okay, bye.

Greg?

Greg?

- Greg? - Oh. Oh! Vera.

I didn't hear you. Sorry. I was just reviewing some sessions.

Look, I'm worried about Linda Miles.

Linda, why?

She had some sort of a meltdown during the disturbance.

I'm wondering if maybe there's some unresolved issues from the siege.

Yeah, okay. Well, thanks for letting me know.

I'll, um, I'll talk to her, yeah?

Yep.

Hey, Allie, you're a good Top Dog.

Am I?

Lou caused this entire mess,

and then she still managed to get the women to riot.

And I had to lag to put a stop to it.

What would Bea have done?

Bea lagged once.

She did it to protect me.

It was the last thing she ever did as Top Dog.

♪ If I ♪

♪ Walk out the door ♪

♪ A thousand eyes ♪

♪ If I walk ♪

♪ Out the door ♪

♪ A thousand eyes ♪

♪ If I walk out... ♪

Don't.

It's okay. It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It doesn't matter who you were.

Only who you are now.

♪ It's gonna be cold with all those ♪

♪ It's gonna be cold with all of those... ♪

♪ It's gonna be cold with all of those... ♪

Is this okay?

I just don't want to be alone tonight.

Oh, yeah, of course it is. Come on in.

♪ If you don't want me back ♪

♪ It waits with a thousand eyes ♪

This cult that you and Lou were in.

Yeah, what about it?

With the mass suicide.

Um...

How did everyone die?

Poison.