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Hey, what's with you and Ferguson?

Governor's pet. Maybe she fancies
a bit of black velvet.

The women hate me.
It's because you're special.

I'm scared.
I promised you. I'll protect you.

Hey. You've got my back?
Yeah. Thanks.

What's with you and Franky, huh? Are you fucking?
During the riot, when I was held hostage,

did the Governor refuse
to open the doors to isolation? Yes.

You had an hallucinogenic
in your system.

That man must have drugged me.
The man that works for Ferguson.

If you keep acting like that...

For fuck's sake! No,
you are not my mum! You're a lag

and an alcoholic.

I'm Kaz. The inspiration you

have been to so many women.
When you go out there and you

commit crimes in my name,
it doesn't exactly help me.

I'm telling you to stop.

You're a good person, Franky.
I'm not a good person!

Yes, you are.
You're not a murderer.

You don't know shit!
I know you're not a killer.

Yes, I am!
Oh, yeah? Who've you killed?

I fucking killed Meg Jackson!

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What's the matter with you?

Oh, my Nash. Oh, he'd do anything
to make me feel better.

It's just an added bonus that
he has the most beautiful eyes,

and gorgeous smile

and enormous...

Feet! I meant feet!

It's a shame he's not here, but, cos
he'd help me with my cravings, for sure.

Thank you, Doreen.

Very interesting cravings.
But good listening, Jess.

That's fantastic. Right.

Who wants to go next? Maxine?
You can choose your own topic.

My life without a cock.

Perhaps we can entice Bea
to join in as your partner.

Not me. No, I pass.

No, you find someone else.
Alright. Liz, how about you

and Sophie have a go?

Nah. I'll get up with Franky.

No. I'm right, kiddo.
Why don't you go with your Mum?

No, I'm not going with her.

I'll have a go.

Whoa, legs akimbo!

Here we go!
Who's going to be your arms, Kim?

Boom-Booms!
Boomer!

What? Oh, I haven't even
started yet! Fuck ya!

OK. Your topic, Kim.
"My first day of freedom."

Hey.

My name's Kim.
Hi, Kim! Hi!

When I get out of here,

first thing I'm not going to do
is reoffend.

Last time I did that to be with the woman
I love, the bitch had moved on.

Oooh!

She's screwing some skinny-arsed
scrag in fancy fucking clothes.

Franky Doyle.

Her parole hearing is
in a matter of weeks.

No doubt you are aware of the rumours
that have been circulating.

I pay no attention
to gossip, Governor.

As a rule, neither do I. But when it comes
to incorrect relations between staff

and prisoners,
I can't afford to ignore it.

There's no truth to it.

I'm merely concerned that Doyle
might be exploiting this

to influence your report on her.

I'm confident she won't. Franky Doyle has a
habit of doing things you least expect.

She is...

she is far too emotional
for her own good.

Oh, well. Better a surfeit
than a deficit.

What does that mean?

Well, a deficit of emotion,
particularly a lack of affective

empathy, would make
you psychopathic.

But that's not Franky.
She uses empathy to her advantage.

You think so? And people are drawn
to her because of it.

And does that include you?

I think I've answered
that question, Governor.

Is that all?
Mm.

Oh, just out of interest, have you
made any breakthroughs with Doyle?

Breakthroughs?
No insights to report?

My sessions are confidential.

No, I'm just asking if you've
learnt anything that might preclude

your recommending her release?

Franky is ready
and deserving of parole.

Anyone in my position would make
the same recommendation.

Mr Jackson? This is my place of
work, Detective.

Won't take long.

Do you know who this is?

No. Should I?

Well, I got it off your
laptop's internet history.

So what? It's in the news.

This vigilante group's been targeting
men, mostly abusive husbands.

Men like Harry Smith. I mean, it's
not a huge leap, given Bea Smith's

their hero, that they had something
to do with Harry's murder, is it?

What's your point? You, Bea Smith, the Red
Right Hand. Maybe you planned it together.

You're joking, right?

I want my fuckin' laptop back.

Thanks, Vinnie.
Have a nice day, mate.

Who's the delivery for?

The Governor.
New roster.

Starting tomorrow...
I've put you on General.

I'm not ready yet, Vera.

Don't worry.
We'll ease you back in.

Beautiful.
Victor's got another hand...

What's going on?

What's it look like? I'm moving in.

Why? Well, I can't help take care
of Dor's bub from H4 now, can I?

Oh, Dor.
Oh, I can't stop. I gotta pee.

Well, they're putting me in there,
but I reckon I should be

in here with you because
you've got a spare bunk.

Oh, that's sweet,
but that's close enough.

Well, I've spread the word...
Uh-huh.

..and I want to give
you a baby shower.

Oh, no.
That's too much trouble, Jess.

But you deserve it.
Oh, yes. Oh, sweet Jesus.

All I do is pee.

I swear this baby's sitting
right on my bladder, true.

You look really tired.
Yeah.

I gotta lay down before work unit.

My back's killin' me.

And I've got this craving
for choc-chip ice cream.

It's driving me crazy.
All yours, Warner.

Miss Miles, can we get some
choc-chip ice cream for Doreen?

Yeah, I'll just ring Mr Whippy.

Excuse me, Governor? Ms Ferguson,
can I please talk to you about Doreen?

See, she's got a really sore back
because the mattress

she's sleeping on is too thin,

so I was hoping that maybe you could
organise a better one for her.

And maybe you can get her some choc-chip
ice cream because she's having cravings.

I'll pay for it.

Oh, come on.
What's the matter with you?

Sophie. Come here.

Why don't you go help
your mum out with the towels, hon?

But...
Just go do it.

You're still pissed.

Excuse me.

I'm off the grog. I haven't
had a drink in over a week.

Well, what do you want, a fucking medal?
How about a bit of understanding?

I understand you're a drunk.
Yeah, and you're

a drunk driver who killed
some guy on his fucking bike!

Hey, Liz.
What?

I'm not working with her.

Good.

Hey.

Hey, Liz. Hey.

You know, you're not
a nice person when you drink.

Yeah, well, I'm off it.

Yeah? Well, that's only cos
Maxine chucked it out.

It was a relapse, Bea.

Yeah, exactly.
You get your hands on more booze

and you'll have another one.
Oh, and you'd know.

Yeah, I do actually.
I've seen how ugly it can get.

My Dad, he was a pisshead.

His whole life was just
one relapse after another.

Yeah. Well, Bea,
I'm not your old man.

But you're a drunk like he was.

Well, I might be a drunk, but
at least I'm not a fucking psycho.

You make things
right with Sophie, OK?

Because if she challenges
my authority again,

I'll rain a shit storm down on her.

Yep.

Come in.
You wanted to see me, Gidget?

You can leave the door open.

Um, Franky...

Um, Gidget?

There is an external psych that
comes into the prison on a Tuesday

and he sees a couple of
the women in the Protection Unit.

He's very experienced and I've asked
him to complete your program.

I'll then liaise with him in the writing of
your report for the Parole Board.

These rumours aren't going away.
Is that why the door's open?

So no-one thinks we're
in here going bumper to bumper?

Fuckin' hell, Franky.
We're living in a fishbowl.

The Parole Board get wind of it,
they are going to question every

recommendation that I make.
This is in your best interests.

This is not about my interests.
This isn't even about the rumours.

This is about what I told you.

No, it's got nothing
to do with that.

It's got everything to do with that. You
pushed and pushed for me to open up and now

that I have, you don't know
what the fuck to do with me.

Ah, sorry. I can come back.
Nah. Don't worry about it.

We're done.

Do you do hypnosis?

You were distracted today.

Your body was here
but your mind wasn't.

Do you think there might be

a deficit in me
that needs correcting?

I mean,

do you think there
might be something

wrong with me?

I mean, you've always
taught me that to know your enemy,

you must get inside their skin.
Become your enemy.

But if your enemy feels?

Is emotional?

Then it's their weakness.

It is a great advantage
not to be hampered by emotions.

Emotion leads to mistakes.

Anderson, come with me.
What time is it?

Come on over.

Come on. I won't bite.

Not long now, hmm?
Only a few weeks. Mm.

Ice cream.

Choc chip.

For real?

For real.

Wait. What have I got to do for it?
What's the catch?

No catch.
Just eat it.

As much as you want.

Oh, yum.

Mm. Oh, God. Mmm.

Good? Mm.
Oh, that is better than good.

That's bloody awesome.

Shit, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to swear.

Don't worry about it.

Just as long as
you enjoy it, Jianna.

That's all that matters.

Jianna? So she called you Jianna?
Yeah.

Which was weird.
I mean, like, weirder than normal,

and that's saying something.
Well, who's Jianna?

Well, I don't know,
but I wasn't going to ask, was I?

Well, you should have.
New mattress for you, Anderson.

Pressies for the Governor's pet.

Dor, I got it for you.
I asked Ms Ferguson.

Oh, thanks, Jess. You're awesome.
I don't even have a mattress.

Not since mine got
burnt in the riot.

You offered it up, Luce. Yeah,
well maybe I need to get knocked up.

Would you do the honours, Max?

Just whack off in a sandwich bag,
mate. I'll do the rest.

Oh, you're sick!
It wouldn't even work for you.

The Governor likes Dor.
Everyone knows that.

Yeah, maybe they're
sharing more than recipes.

Hey, what was that?
You're opening something for her.

It's either your legs or your gob.

Or Ferguson's the father
of your bastard child.

Why don't you just shut your mouth, you
fat, ugly, old bull dyke? You and your...

You fuckin' watch it!
You and your mate!

You just watch what you're fuckin' saying!
Yeah, alright, alright.

Alright, alright. Ya mongrel.
Disappear.

Change her bed.
Put the old mattress out here.

I'll organise someone
to pick it up, please.

I'll make it for you, Dor.

I'll do it.
You OK, love? You right? Yeah...

You alright? Yeah.

Hey, uh, I need you to find out
who this Jianna is, OK?

And what she means to Ferguson.
Why?

I just... I just need you to, alright?

OK. Good.

Why is that goldfish still here?

I like looking at it.
Ferguson won't be happy.

Nice fish.

Here to see Bea Smith.
Mr Fletcher?

What are you doing here?

You're rostered in H Block.

Hi.

I was surprised to get your call.

The last meeting didn't
quite go as I hoped.

Yeah, well,

I was pretty angry about the whole
Red Right Hand thing.

I've got nothing to do
with this Red Right Hand.

Yeah, OK.

But I was wrong. And what I said,
what you're doing, it's important.

If the system can't protect
women like me,

then someone has to, right?

You've changed your tune.

Kaz, when I shot Brayden Holt,
I wasn't thinking about whether

it was the right thing to do or not.

I just, I was eaten up by hate.
I wanted him to die like a dog.

Well, he deserved it.
What you did was righteous. No.

No. It didn't change a thing.

But what you're doing,
it does make a difference.

Right? It makes a big difference.

Sorry. This, um, you've no idea
what that means to me.

You inspired us, Bea.

Hey, I need you to do me a favour.
Anything.

OK. In my hand is a sketch of a man.

I need you to find out who he is.

From a sketch?
Mm-hm.

It's the best I can do, alright?

Now, you said you had some
contacts in the cops, yeah?

Now, it's possible that he comes
into the prison from time to time.

Oh.

What's he done?
He bashes women.

Did he bash you?

I'll find the bastard.

And when I do...

When you do,
you've gotta tell me first, OK?

And then he's all yours.

Get out.
Just a minute, that's all.

The other week when you gave me
a serve, I reacted badly.

I deserved it.

And everything you said was true.

I am a lagger,

and I am a drunk. And I can
cop hearing that from Boomer,

but when I heard it from you,
I just felt a little bit lost.

That's when I started to drink.
So it's my fault? No.

No, that's not what I'm saying.

When you came in here with me, I just saw
it as a bit of a second chance for us.

For me.

To be the mum I never was to you.

As a kid,

I'd come from school every day
praying you weren't drunk.

Oh, God. Sophie...
No, listen.

I'd walk through the front door
and see you,

and when you hadn't had a drink,

God,

I'd be so happy.

But I knew it wasn't going to last.

And it never did.

I always knew that another time
soon I'd walk through that door

and I'd see that look on your face.

And I just knew.

I am so sorry.

I loved you when you were sober,

cos that's when you were my Mum.

But I hated you
when you were drunk.

From now on,
I'm gonna stand back,

and you can do whatever you want.

But any time you need me,
I'll be here.

I told you yesterday, Matt,
I don't do hypnosis.

I'm not that sort of shrink.
So what do you do?

Mostly, I listen. To the women.

I'm not here to treat staff.
I think I used to be a bit of a bastard.

Before the accident.

And now you're not?

I just, um, who I was then and
who I am now, I can't connect them.

I've been getting these,
um, flashes.

I'm not sure
if they're memories, or...

They could be memories. You've
lost time because of the accident.

Your brain's trying to find it.

So you can't hypnotise me, then?

Do you want to try
a little relaxation technique?

See if that helps?

OK.

Yes.

Ah, this arrived for you yesterday.
Must have got held up in reception.

It's a fish.

Matthew Fletcher.

Why is he back in General?
I think he's ready.

Really?

You didn't think to
discuss it with me first?

Staff roster is my responsibility.

It's my opinion that he's ready to be
reintegrated into the normal work routine.

What's going on here?
What's the matter?

I'm sensing some tension.

We cannot be an effective team, Vera,
if you put up barriers between us.

Team? Is that what we are?

Dinner. Tonight. My house.

Excuse me?
What, you have other plans?

7:00.

Bring a bottle of something nice.

Red. Shiraz.
That'd be good. I have vodka.

That's all.

I remember.

His shoes had buckles.

What does that mean to you?

Oh, Matt?
Um, ah...

Sorry, I've gotta go.

Hey. Hang on! Hang on, Matt!
Matt. Come back. Hey!

Better watch it.
People might think you

and knuckle nuts are screwing.
What are you doing here?

I don't want to see the other bloke.
I want to see you.

Our appointments have
been cancelled. Sorry.

You'll have to take her back.

Let's go.

Franky! What the...

What are you gonna do, huh?

Bitch slap me?

Consider yourself bitch slapped.

Ah. Pinot.

I don't like shiraz.

Vera, you know that I've always wanted
to be more than just a mentor to you.

I value our relationship.

Let me explain why.
I enjoy working with you,

and I feel that that sense of

professional satisfaction
is reciprocated.

I believe that we've developed
a certain rapport,

based on mutual respect
and understanding

that transcends our
difference in status, hmm?

I'm not one to make friends.

But I do feel that we still, we share a
common philosophy when it comes to corrections.

I mean, I don't feel that we're that dissimilar
in some ways... OK, no stop. OK, stop. Stop.

You and I are nothing
like each other.

I would never do to anyone
what you did to me.

I'm sorry. I have no idea
what you're talking about.

During the riot,
when the prisoners had a syringe

to my throat,

you refused to negotiate.

You were willing to throw me to
that pack of dogs without a second thought.

That is not true. It is true. If it wasn't
for Mr Channing, you would have let...

I don't know who you have been
talking to... No, just stop. Just stop lying.

I know what you are doing. Somebody's
trying to drive a wedge between us.

You don't care about me.
You have never cared about me. I do.

I do care.

They stabbed me with a needle.

Well, that is hardly my fault.

I have Hepatitis C.

Morning, Vera.
Governor.

Um, last night.

Is it...
Is it what, Vera?

Is it going to affect my career?

Last night never happened.
After you.

I had another dream about bubs
last night, Dor. Yeah?

Oh, she was so beautiful
and chubby and perfect.

What if she's a he, hey?
Well, I just know it's a she.

But I'll love it either way.
Oh, that's good to know, Jess.

Well, if it isn't
the Governor's slag.

Making yourself pretty
for you-know-who?

Leave her alone.
What'd you do for the mattress, eh?

Take her to Liquorland,
or did you just lag?

You're just jealous, Juice.
Get the fuck out!

Oh, not you, Dorsy. No, no, no.

Me and the boys have been thinking
what we can get you for the bubby shower.

We've come up with a gift that keeps
on giving. Haven't we, Stell? Yeah.

All it'll take is one little jab
with an infected needle and

you and the rugrat can join our club.
You wouldn't dare.

Wouldn't I?
Get off me.

Get off me!

Ah! My baby!

It's just a fuckin' fanny pad.

What is going on in here?
She slipped on the wet floor, Ms Bennett.

She could sue you for that.

Get out, Gambaro! All of you,
get out of now. Are you alright?

Oh, my gosh! Dors!
Can you get up?

Heartbeat's normal. Strong.
Everything's looking fine, Doreen.

Are you sure?
Absolutely, yes.

If I got jabbed by a needle that
had Hep C, could the baby catch it?

Did you get jabbed?

Did somebody
threaten you, Anderson?

Was it Lucy Gambaro?

No, Ms Bennett. I was just
wondering, you know. What happened?

Well, it was...
I just slipped in the shower.

- Is all this alright?
- Yes. She's fine. Yeah.

I'm putting you into Protection.
Just until the birth of the baby.

Oh, no, Ms Ferguson.
Please don't... It's done.

Ms Bennett, will you make
the necessary arrangements?

Yes, Governor.

Why can't I go too?
Governor's orders.

But I'm her alternate carer.
You are the baby's alternate carer, Warner,

and the baby's not born yet.
This isn't fair!

Oh, this isn't fair!
Get over it, ya big drama queen.

Eat shit, Boomer.

Oh, I knew it. I was right
about you the first time.

You really are fuckin' creepy.

'Sierra 7 to Sierra 3.'

This is Sierra 3.
'Officer required...'

Hey, Mr Fletcher.

Can you please give
this to Doreen for me? Sure.

Thank you.

Mr Fletcher?

Mr Fletcher?

Ms Ferguson, I want to be put in
Protection with Doreen.

What you want, Warner,
is of no consequence.

But Doreen needs me.

Anderson has all she needs.
I'm important to her.

'Attention, compound. The count
will commence in five minutes.'

Please, Ms Ferguson.
I need to be with Doreen.

You need to return to your Unit
for the count, Warner. Now.

You're a fucking bitch.

Slot her.

Huh? Fuck you!

Fuck you!

Let go of me! Fuck you, Ferguson!

You're a cold-hearted bitch!

You're a fucking, battered
old whore! Fuck you, Ferguson!

You're a fucking weirdo!
Everybody hates you!

What are you doing?

Ah, that's private.

Who's this?

No-one.
It's the same face. Who is he?

The same face.
The same face. Who is he?

He's nobody. He's just a man
inside my head.

I need to know, Bea.

Please.

He's the man who drugged me.

Why did he drug you?
What was his reason?

Why should I tell you?
You're not going to believe me.

Please.

He works for Ferguson.
He's her thug.

She wanted to stop me from
getting to Jodie's hearing.

I believe you.

Put all the leftovers away, Franky.
Anything else?

No, I got it.
Go put your feet up.

Lunchtime's over.
I'd offer to make you a sanga,

but I can't promise
I won't gob in it.

Franky...
Got nothing to say to you.

You were right
when you said I was lying.

I'm not stopping the sessions
because of the rumours.

You heard of the term
'transference'?

In a patient-therapist relationship,
romantic feelings can develop.

And when that happens,
it clouds objectivity

and that relationship breaks down.

You've got tickets on yourself if
you think I've got the hots for ya.

I was talking about me, Franky.

So what? You're in love with me?

No.

So you just wanna fuck me?

I can live with that.

I can't.

What are you afraid of?

Don't stop on my account.

That was lovely.

I see you've made it your own.

Who's this?

Oh, that's my sister, Lily.

Family is important, isn't it?

I don't have family.

Who's Jianna?

What?

It's just the other night, in
the kitchen, you called me Jianna.

Did I? Yeah.

How strange.

You remember I told you about
that prisoner from another

correctional facility that
had her baby taken from her?

Yeah, by a social worker.

Her name was Jianna.
She later killed herself.

It was a, uh, tragedy.

But don't you worry, Doreen.

I failed Jianna.
But I promise I won't fail you.

I'll protect you.

Oh, I think
the little bugger's awake.

May I?
Yeah.

Oh, I think my waters just broke.

OK, Doreen.
You're doing really, really well.

Really well.
Where's Nash?

Has someone rung Nash?

Why is she still in here?
She's fully dilated, Governor.

What does that mean?

It means the baby's not going
to wait for the ambulance.

It bloody hurts!
OK, breathe. Try and relax.

Try to relax, OK?

I'm going to get you to push very soon, OK?
No, no, no, no. Not yet, not yet.

Where the fuck is Nash?

It's just pain, Doreen.
It's just pain.

OK, Doreen. I'm going to
get you to bear down and push

in one second, OK?
No. I've gotta push now.

The ambulance has been delayed in
traffic. No, not you! Get out!

Get out! Now! Out! Now!

Well done, Doreen. Well done.

# Excuse me for a while
but I'm wide-eyed #

# and I'm so damn cold
in the middle #

# Have you wondered for a while
you have a feeling deep down #

# you're caught in the middle? #

# Yeah, I might seem so strong #

# I might speak so long
I've never been so wrong #

# And I might seem so strong #

# Yeah, I might speak so long #

# I've never been so wrong #

Governor?
Is that ambulance here yet, Mr Fletcher?

A simple question, Mr Fletcher.
It's on its way, Governor.

There's an accident on the highway.
It's blocked up traffic.

Get them into Medical
as soon as they arrive. Sure thing.

What's up with you?

Ferguson.

She tried to kill me.

Oh, you're a trooper, Doreen.
He's beautiful. Look at him.

He looks like his Dad.
Really?

Actually, he looks like a potato.
Look at him.

Deb looked like a beetroot
cos she was so red.

Hey, all the girls send their love.

Oh, thank you.
And Liz gave me this to give to you.

Oh, thank you. That's lovely.

Thank her for me.

Doreen, I'm just going to go get
you another ice pack, OK?

OK.

Hey, I found out about Jianna.

Oh, you don't have to talk about that now.
We'll talk about it later.

It's just you and the boy now.
She was a prisoner, Bea.

At some other jail
that Ferguson worked at.

Prisoner?
Yeah. She had a baby,

and it got taken away from her.
Wow...

Mm. I think Ferguson was
in love with her or something.

Really? Yeah.
She said she couldn't protect her,

and then Jianna ended up
killing herself.

Oh, God. But you should
have seen her, Bea.

It was really weird. I thought
she was gonna kiss me at some point.

Kiss you? Yeah. Mate, seriously,
it was totally weird and creepy.

Oh, God. Imagine that?
She really is a freak.

Joan! Joan!

No, no, no... I warned you, Joan.

This is what happens when
you let emotions interfere.

I'm a freak! I'm a freak!
I'm a freak! I'm a freak!

No, no you're not a freak.

I am, Dad.

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